Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"He still knelt down."

"With his legions: I never thought I would witness such a scene."

Guilliman's voice was neither sad nor joyous, like a pure bystander. At this time, he had hidden far away from Luojia's sight, and together with the palmer, he witnessed this scene that had been rehearsed on paper for a long time. Thousands of great plays.

Although he was already familiar with everything that followed, when he actually witnessed the fantasy become reality: a legion, a hundred thousand Word Bearers warriors, just following the movements of the original body without saying a word, in perfect Amidst the tiles and dust in front of the city, when they all knelt down on one knee, a different kind of absurdity still filled the heart of the original body.

"Either they've gone crazy, or I've gone crazy."

Guilliman said to himself, he was shocked by the changes in the Seventeenth Legion: when Lorgar just knelt down, the Word Bearers behind him were immersed in confusion and anger, because they could not figure out what was happening. What, I can only watch the father of genes being humiliated in vain.

But soon, Luo Jia reminded his descendants with actions: The Word Bearer calmed down his mentality as quickly as possible, and the distortion and ecstasy on his face disappeared, leaving only what a believer could show. The most sincere fanaticism.

He straightened his back, looked serious, and threw the war hammer in his hand onto the sand. Then, in full view of everyone, he spread his arms as if no one else was around, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the worship, as if this was not a public occasion, but his private one. of chapel.

This is the most formal worship service, and it is also a required course for every Word Bearer warrior on the [Law of Faith]: Luo Jia’s descendants soon understood the truth, and an unprecedented fanaticism spread along with silence. As soon as he opened the door, his instinctive anger quickly subsided, replaced by the comfort of reason and faith.

A second later, the first imitator appeared: Kor Phalun, the first company commander of the Legion, threw away his war hammer in the same manner, knelt down on the sand directly, and performed piety with an even more exaggerated gesture. The prayer ceremony was like a juggler.

But Kor Phaeron did not notice that his quick, delicate and flattering actions attracted the attention of the Spider Queen: Morgan once again glanced at the Captain of the Word Bearers, but this time, he took it to heart .

Kor Phalun's move was the first domino. Then, the warriors standing at the front of the team, led by Angeltai, knelt down solemnly. Then, the next row, and the next row, It took less than three minutes until everyone knelt down impatiently.

Even though he was standing far away, Guilliman could still clearly see that the expression symbolizing fanaticism was accompanied by sweat. The cheeks of every Word Bearer warrior were tense together with extreme joy, almost to the point of being Squeeze out their eyeballs: most people still can't believe the miracle in front of them, but the smarter people have already begun to lower their heads and pray silently.

In just a few minutes, a legion capable of conquering and fighting disappeared, and was replaced by a large group of the most fanatical believers, who built a holy city out of thin air on the sand. They all lowered their heads and showed their respect for the warriors. Speaking of the fatal neck, it completely lacked the pride of being an Astartes, and looked more like a field of gray wheat that could be harvested by anyone.

Guilliman, who witnessed all this, showed a look of fear: On the one hand, he was afraid of the so-called [Faith] in his heart, and he would actually distort the Astartes to such an extent: It was not like a hundred thousand warriors, but more like Like a hundred thousand extremely ignorant mortals.

But on the other hand, Guilliman also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: Fortunately, he rushed the accompanying heirs back to the battleship before all this started, otherwise the current scene would be somewhat embarrassing. .

Thinking of this, the original body glanced at Malcador who was standing next to him. He didn't know much about this famous palm-bearer, and he couldn't say he liked him: the most important thing is that in this somewhat private occasion, than Between him and Morgan, as well as the Imperial Guard who were equivalent to the Emperor's appendages, Malcador was completely an out-of-time [outsider].

What's more, when this outsider saw an entire kneeling Astartes legion, he actually behaved calmly: some strange hatred of the same enemy made the original frown, and his expression naturally did not escape the palmer. s eyes.

"But at least this time, he really kneeled down."

Malcador smiled, echoing Guilliman's previous soliloquy.

"We don't have any more problems to worry about."

This indifferent tone made the original body frown deeply.

"So, this was all planned?"

Guilliman's tone was a little harsh.

“Everything as far as the eye can see is.”

Malcador admitted frankly.

"In fact, it's the only on-field factor that's out of our control right now."

"That's the one for you..."

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"God Emperor."

After a little adjustment to the ups and downs in his heart, Luo Jia spoke.

His voice was very soft, but also full of pride: because he could feel the unhesitating piety and fanaticism of the heirs behind him. Their kneeling became some kind of proof, proving that the Seventeenth Legion was devoted to God. The emperor's enthusiasm.

My Legion is the most loyal.

The Word Bearer was so ambitious because of this idea that he even selectively ignored others present, such as the Sigilbearer, Guilliman, and the Custodes: Lorgar smiled under the Emperor's bright light, waiting. The gospel from the only true God in the world.

But Luo Jia still missed one point, and all the Word Bearers missed this point: that is, they all lowered their heads, and no one dared to raise their heads and face the majestic face of the emperor. This also led to Luo Jia and None of his heirs saw clearly the sudden change in expression on the face of the Lord of Humanity when Luo Jia spat out the words [God Emperor].

Originally, when he just looked at Luo Jia, the emperor still had his eyes open, with love and trust in his pupils. However, the moment Luo Jia knelt down, these precious emotions were gradually replaced by exhaustion.

And when the words [God Emperor] finally floated in the air, there was only coldness, disappointment, and incomprehensible disgust in the golden pupils of the Lord of Humanity.

In the end, the emperor simply closed his eyes and raised his head, like a stone statue that had been deprived of any emotion. At the same time, the few fingers on Morgan's shoulders squeezed slightly.

The Primarch took the hint.

Then, the golden light in Morgan's pupils became more intense, and the last smile on her face faded away, leaving only a god-like expression of no sadness or joy. With every move she made, the Lord of Humanity behind her also cooperated very much, releasing With the spiritual pressure belonging to the emperor.

[Look up, Luo Jia. 】

"..."

When he heard Morgan's voice, the Word Bearer was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head in disbelief. He first adjusted to Morgan's presence, and then looked at his God-Emperor: All he saw was the Emperor. His eyes had moved away from him. He did not look at Luo Jia or any of the Word Bearers. He just looked at them all indifferently.

This kind of indifference made Luo Jia feel the majesty of the gods.

And when he saw that the Emperor was silent, but Morgan was preaching the gospel to all of them in a tone that sounded more and more like the Emperor, the Word Bearer also quickly accepted this phenomenon: everything in front of him was... as He wrote in the Book of Psalms.

God does not need words.

If God is unknown, his power is unpredictable.

It was their lifelong honor for the God-Emperor to speak to them, and the God-Emperor conveyed his will to them through his blood relatives. This was a manifestation of the God-Emperor's own divine power: With the endless excitement and fanaticism in his heart, Luo Jia only used one In an instant, I figured out these things.

But he was still trembling in his heart, because he could clearly see that neither the emperor's nor Morgan's faces showed much mercy, but were extremely serious: maybe they had done something wrong, something serious enough to require the God Emperor. The point where he comes in person.

Could it be that the perfect city still cannot satisfy the God Emperor?

The tension in the original body's heart did not last long. Before he could take a breath, Morgan had already set his sights far away, reciting the Emperor's Will and Psionics loudly to every Word Bearer in sight. The pressure caused the sound to spread far away, and the Word Bearers obviously accepted Morgan's identity as [Royal Voice] well at this time.

After all, each of them was a devoted reader of the Book of the Word.

[Word bearers, listen to my words. 】

【I am among you. 】

Morgan wrapped every utterance of his voice with the emperor's psychic impact, causing one hundred thousand warriors to tremble in pain. They had to tighten their faces, and the armor on their bodies shook violently due to muscle cramps: in this way Under the strong pressure, even Astartes could not devote more energy to thinking about the authenticity of Morgan's words.

They could only listen passively, even Luo Jia was no exception.

But the answer they dreamed of made them fall into an ice cave.

【You are guilty. 】

Morgan's pupils were completely occupied by golden flames, which made her disguise almost flawless: at least Luo Jia, who raised her head because of these words, had no doubts about the accuracy of Morgan's words.

"You are stained with sin, you have forsaken your duties, you are beset with decay like a yoke around your neck, your evil deeds have brought you wrath, and a dark cloud has fallen over the perfect city that your hands have built, leaving no one to survive. , making it bear the punishment of sin for you. 】

"But...but..."

Lorgar's eyes widened as the radiance of the Emperor filled his mind. He could feel the sweat sliding down his temples and cheeks, just like every Word Bearer behind him: they shared the same heart with their father. His heart trembled because of the words of Morgan, the [angel].

"God Emperor."

The primarch's lips were dry.

"Where did I go wrong..."

【This is your fault. 】

Morgan interrupted her: This was not in line with the Spider Queen's conversational etiquette, but this kind of rudeness was too in line with the Emperor: Morgan could clearly see that when she assumed such an arrogant and uncommunicative posture , the last trace of suspicion in Luo Jia's pupils also disappeared.

The Primarch could not help but secretly worry about the Emperor's image.

But between her words, she was still trying her best to imitate the ancient theological books that she had crammed before: The reason why she did not choose the Book of Sacred Scriptures was because Morgan did not have the confidence to win in the field of this book. Luo Jia.

【Luo Jia. 】

[You actually raised your head and asked why our father was angry without reflecting on your own vanity and ignorance. Otherwise, how could your father be angry with you: just because you despise his rich kindness, tolerance and patience, and do not know His kindness leads you to repent. 】

[The emperor sent down the gospel, but you refused to listen, and instead questioned the emperor ignorantly, without reflecting on the faults in your heart. 】

【This is unjust. 】

"!"

Luojia's anger stopped suddenly. He was like a goose that had been strangled by the neck, kneeling there blankly. Even his legions did the same: the Word Bearers always received delayed news, When Luo Jia was silent, his descendants were still panicking because of the previous sentence "guilty".

After a minute, they fell into the same silence as Luo Jia.

"This is my fault, God-Emperor."

The Primarch lowered his head, his voice forced out through clenched teeth.

"This is my ignorance and vulnerability."

"Please tell me the things you want to say, the sins you want to accuse, I will use everything I have to wash them away, and I will create thousands of more glorious and perfect cities to redeem them. My sin..."

【ignorance. 】

Once again, Morgan did not wait for Luo Jia to continue to reveal his loyalty. She slightly emphasized her tone and did not continue to dwell on the issues of sin and atonement. Instead, she directly cut into the topic she wanted to say.

"Lorgar, heir of the Emperor, you have misinterpreted our father's wishes, violated his lifelong wishes in the galaxy, and violated his consistent expectations for you for seventy years: how long will you continue to be ignorant? 】

"I didn't, Father."

The primarch's voice was extremely quiet, like a child's low cry. He even forgot to call the "God-Emperor". Instead, he instinctively remembered the most basic relationship between him and the emperor: the primarch pressed his lips uneasily. His lips were looking for excuses at a loss.

"I did not misunderstand your meaning, I did not despise your wishes. During these seventy years, I have devoted everything I have to our common cause: the perfect city, Colchis, and the Milky Way. Countless worlds of devout faith..."

【enough! 】

Morgan raised his hand.

The third time: But this time, she didn't just interrupt Luo Jia.

I saw Morgan twisting his shoulders slightly before speaking. The Emperor, who understood deeply, unleashed the strongest psychic pressure at the moment his daughter scolded: more than half of the Word Bearers warriors were shaking. Thousands of Astartes instantly lost their center of gravity and fell to their knees on all fours.

At this moment, the resentment caused by Morgan's words disappeared. The Word Bearers once again experienced the majesty of the God-Emperor. Awe and piety rang in their hearts. No one dared to raise their heads again. They bowed their heads and listened. Following the Emperor's admonitions.

[I will only say it once. 】

Morgan lowered his head and looked directly at Luo Jia.

[I will only ask once. 】

The Primarch mustered up all his courage and looked directly at his father and blood relatives.

【Luo Jia. 】

【Who are you? 】

"I……"

The primarch hesitated.

"I am your heir, your believer, your most loyal follower..."

【Not these. 】

Morgan turned his body so that his shadow could cover the kneeling Lorgar, and the Emperor's movements were synchronized with her: the Lord of Mankind withdrew his sight from the Word Bearers in the distance, and poured it all into Lorgar. The body feels that it has never been under such tremendous pressure, and this pressure is even worse than that of a Titan Legion.

[Answer me, Lorca, answer what I told you: on Colchis, when you and I first met, where the wind swept you, you knelt at my feet, as you do now. Singing praises to your piety, at that time, I have given you your identity and responsibilities. 】

[Your only identity, your only responsibility: Do you remember it? 】

"..."

The original body raised his head and shrank his neck, like a pupil who had made a mistake. He looked at his father in awe: the emperor's words were like a sharp sword that cut through the storm in his mind, allowing Lorgar to see decades. before, recalling the scene on Colchis.

Remembering what the Emperor had told him.

"I'm Luo Jia."

After hesitation, he spoke.

"Your warrior, Primarch of your Seventeenth Legion: Master of the Legion."

"This is what you gave me."

The Primarch lowered his head in once more submission to his God-Emperor.

"Don't forget a moment."

【No. 】

Morgan's voice was cold.

【you forgot. 】

[Before, seventy years ago, until now, you have forgotten. 】

"NO, I have not……"

Instinctively, the primarch once again refuted his God-Emperor, but when he faced the angry gazes of the God-Emperor and Morgan, he once again realized his gaffe, lowered his head, and protested quietly for himself.

"I have not forgotten, Father."

After thinking for a moment, Luo Jia did not call himself [God Emperor] this time.

"I remember who I am."

【Do you remember? 】

"Remember: Lord of the Seventeenth Legion."

[Do you know what this is asking you to do? 】

"certainly."

The primarch nodded.

"I've been doing it."

【doing what? 】

"Spread the faith, build the Holy City, and persuade the unbelievers in the galaxy."

【This is what you do. 】

"...Yes."

[You are the Lord of the Legion. ]

"...Yes."

[So: Is this what the Lord of the Legion should do? ]

"..."

Lorgar was silent.

No matter how good this Great Speaker was at deceiving himself, he could not lie openly in front of the God-Emperor he revered: even if he caught a seven or eight-year-old child from the roadside, he could clearly explain the duties of the so-called Legion and the Lord of the Legion.

"Father..."

Lorgar licked his lips.

"The people on those worlds that accepted your faith are very happy."

[They are very happy. ]

Morgan had no expression, but Lorgar could still hear a sneer.

[So, are you going to disdain the orders given by our father for this? ]

[Do you believe in them or our father, Lorgar]

[Or: yourself. ]

"Father!"

Lorgar's knees were shaking.

"I have no intention of doing that! I... I just want to tell you that my legion has created the most loyal world in the empire..."

[How many? 】

Morgan was too lazy to listen.

[Tell me, how many? ]

"..."

Lorgar twisted his fingers uneasily, he stuttered, and uttered a number that made him feel a little embarrassed.

Morgan smiled.

This was not a normal smile, it was as unpleasant as the friction of stones, shaking the hearts of every Word Bearer: She raised her head, looked at the 100,000 warriors present, and loudly said the number that Lorgar answered, which was a secret that every Word Bearer knew.

Morgan did not stop. In the next ten seconds, she simply said the names of all the remaining Astartes Legions one by one, and then reported the number of worlds they conquered one by one: In general. Except for the Thousand Sons Legion, which had just returned to the Great Crusade recently, and the 20th Legion, which had always been vague, the Word Bearers Legion was the bottom of the list.

A large number of warriors, represented by Angertai, lowered their heads in shame. Although they did not listen to the words of the All-Emperor, they had already understood what the Emperor meant at this time: they were not like their genetic father, and they had more warrior souls in them, so they would naturally be the first to feel ashamed and humiliated.

In fact, even Luo Jia himself had understood it at this moment.

"Father!"

Luo Jia's voice was desperate, and it sounded more like a desperate resistance, but before he could say the words in his chest, the Emperor had already stepped forward and placed his palm on the bald forehead of his offspring.

Morgan's voice sounded at the right time.

[Father gave you responsibilities, but you despised them. This is unjust. ]

[Father gave you strength, but you abandoned it. This is cowardice. ]

[Father gave you expectations, but you despised it. This is arrogance. ]

[Father gave you guidance, but you avoided it. This is ignorance. ]

[He said you were guilty, but you did not repent, but said you were innocent. ]

[This is a sin. 】

“…”

[What else can I say, Luo Jia. 】

[What else can I say: Luo Jia, who carries a legion but does not conquer, carries power but does not defend, has a guide in his heart but does not realize it, knows his faults but has never repented. 】

[You, what else can I say? 】

“I…”

“I…”

Luo Jia stammered and trembled, his figure was like a dry old tree in the wind, swaying and ready to collapse at any time. In the eyes of the 100,000 Word Bearers warriors who were filled with fear, humiliation and despair, their gene father lowered his head.

Tears flowed.

Luo Jia knelt down, no longer on one knee, but on both knees, with his hands on the ground, tears painted colors on the sand, and the sad voice accompanied by the evening breeze of the Perfect City drifted far away, drifting to the ears of every Word Bearer who was in tune with him.

"I am guilty."

"I am guilty, father."

"Please speak."

"I...I am willing to be punished."