Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Seriously, I'm curious about what this weapon means to you?"

"Mr. Morgan, I remember that since the day you got it, you never seemed to have really used it. Instead, you were constantly polishing and tempering it. The blood shed for this even shocked me, even if "In my memory, there is rarely one incident that caused so many unprovoked killings."

"What exactly do you want?"

[In the future, Lord Trazin. 】

[All we want is the future. 】

The smiling Primarch stood on another mountain of dead people piled up by her descendants. It was also the sixty-seventh prize world of the Dawnbreaker Legion in the Ullanor War. She condescendingly welcomed her visitors: her long-awaited reunion. An old friend, one of the few people she needed to turn to for advice.

[Endless One] Trazin.

The elder of the Second Legion, Morgan's personal advisor and image director, and one of the candidates for the Avalon Senate: holding so many honorary titles still cannot change the current situation that the Necromancer overlord needs to travel every day. They had just returned to Avalon from the Triple Galaxy and the Sosa Starfield, which were close to the edge of the Milky Way. However, due to an order from Morgan who was far away on the Ullanor front line, they had to follow a new batch of transport fleets all the way. Rush to the battlefields of the Galactic North.

"You should understand my old bones that are about to get rusty."

At this point, the supposedly cold and ruthless sound processor of the Endless actually conveyed a hint of resentful will: Trazin may be one of the few undead overlords who can work hard on these inconsequential issues. As he hides his metallic torso and fibrous skin beneath dark robes, no one can doubt his identity as a pure human being.

This thoughtful image director even added a few hints of Avalon's native accent into his voice processor, and deliberately made it slightly unfamiliar, which is very consistent with the kind of "Terran warriors trying to please their genetic mother" The reality of deliberately learning the Avalon accent, but because of becoming a monk, it turned out to be weird.

Morgan was noncommittal about this. She actually didn't like the tone of Avalon. After all, her feelings for this titular hometown were not deep: the Primarch only stayed there for a total of five or six years. The so-called blood relatives are just a group of puppets manipulated by psychic energy. Morgan did not have the slightest emotion when getting along with them.

Before she left Avalon and joined the Thousand Sons' expedition fleet, the Primarch even allowed her ruling family to start a brutal war that swept the world, allowing those relatives who were theoretically close to her to fight against each other. In this long war, one by one died on the battlefield, and those who survived by chance became sick from overwork. After Morgan led the army back and sent the Star Maid to take over the entire Avalon, they all passed the last years of their lives in a natural way.

Therefore, when the cooperation between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds developed to the point where Guilliman could propose in front of Morgan that Ms. Euton and Morgan's adoptive parents should meet to talk about their common hobbies and work experience, the Spider Queen He could justifiably tie a piece of white silk around his shoulders, and then sign a few deals with very favorable terms for the Far Eastern frontier in the hands of Guilliman, who looked guilty.

In the past, this was by no means an easy task.

Thinking of this, Morgan's soul, which was slightly depressed due to the long war, finally felt a little happy, allowing her to patiently listen to Trazin's half-assed accent, and the more she listened, the more Morgan felt that something was wrong.

[Wait, Trazin. 】

She stretched out her hand and stopped the Endless One who was about to talk. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully evaluated Trazin's accent just now: In fact, Morgan had already noticed this feeling of something wrong. But she never paid much attention to this before.

Now that my thoughts are divergent, I have found some clues in the chaos.

Moreover, the Endless One beside the original body does have an advantage that others do not have.

[Can you ask me another question using the same accent you just had? 】

Trazin was silent for a moment, but he still complied without asking any questions.

[Now, please say hello to me again in your pure Avalonian accent. 】

Continue to do so.

[Let’s use Terra’s accent again: You should know the current High Gothic language, right? 】

There was no answer, but a standard greeting in Gokot said it all.

After finishing three sentences, Morgan's frown gradually eased, and it was only then that the Endless One opened his mouth to ask questions.

"Is there any problem?"

[No...you should know that too, right? 】

Morgan licked his lips, constructing his thoughts bit by bit in his mind.

[When you just said the same sentence in pure Avalonian accent and Terra's High Gothic, you didn't feel that there was some invisible connection between them: As the best in the universe Ethnologist, I imagine this is not a difficult problem for you. 】

The figure under the robe rubbed for a moment, obviously taking advantage of the compliment: Trazin was indeed more experienced than Morgan. The moment he came to his conclusion, the Lord of Avalon confirmed his thoughts in his heart.

"...That's right, Morgan."

The Endless nodded.

"Although the two accents sound completely different now, if you look at their structural pronunciation, their similarities are actually extremely striking: Avalon's accent is more pronounced than High Gothic's. Standard, this is an interesting discovery.”

[More standard? 】

This was beyond Morgan's expectation.

"Some words of experience."

The Endless One spread his hands.

"I just realized this problem after being reminded by you: I have studied your human language and pronunciation during the era of strife in your human mouth, and I know what you humans call the oldest and most standard [Brother Gao] How to pronounce "special language".

"To be honest, after experiencing the chaos and destruction of the Era of Strife, the High Gothic language on Holy Terra today can be said to have experienced sad degradation compared to the language of mankind in the Dark Age of Technology or even longer. The same is true for all human civilizations.”

[Including...Avalon? 】

"No."

The Endless One shook his head, as if searching his own database.

"In fact, the pronunciation habits of Avalon remain surprisingly similar to the pronunciation of the oldest period of mankind. This is something that is completely impossible in other human colonies: unless someone manipulates this from the beginning, so that It remains highly consistent with the human home planet.”

【Is this useful? 】

Morgan thought for a moment, but could not find any clues that could explain the origin of Avalon in this amazing discovery.

"I don't know either."

Trazin turned his head and looked further ahead of Morgan.

"Just like me, I don't know what you want this weapon for."

[I told you: the future. 】

The Lord of Avalon took advantage of the situation and gave up further discussion on this topic, but stuffed it deep into her heart as one of countless unfinished projects, just like the Spear of Love in front of her: Pushing forward with difficulty amid endless trials.

"I heard them say that every time your Dawnbreaker Legion conquers an alien world, all the alien corpses worthy of recognition must be piled at the bottom of this weapon, and then you yourself will perform some kind of tempering ceremony: Legion No one in the community is allowed to witness this ceremony."

[Yes, this tradition has been implemented in the Dawnbreaker Legion for sixty years. 】

Morgan nodded.

"Does it have any effect?"

[The effect is...]

The spider raised her head: the pure silver war spear was taller than herself, and it exuded a certain aura that even the original body did not want to get close to. It was countless extinctions and deaths, and it was the last time before countless civilizations were wiped out. Pathetic. Not only Morgan, but also Trazin behind him felt a throbbing in his emotional processor that should not have existed.

Morgan carefully held up the approximately four-meter-tall destroyer of civilization. Different from its luxurious name, the appearance of this [Spear of Love] was truly unpretentious, even though it was made of dazzling bright silver metal. , but apart from the material, it actually looks no different from an ordinary spear.

That's right, it's the kind of brutal weapon that could have been forged in the Neo-Paleolithic Age and held in the hands of primitive humans to hunt down prey, hunt down fellow tribesmen, or exterminate other tribes of compatriots. It's no different: the only thing that stands out That is, whenever Morgan and Dawnbreaker pile up mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and the death of another civilization in front of it, the God of Love will tremble slightly with excitement, greedily enjoying another evil that the empire has caused in the galaxy. fruit.

Countless despair accumulated in it.

Once upon a time, this gluttonous god was sealed in a piece of metal that even Perturabo praised. Morgan once asked Trazin to identify the piece of metal, and the performance of the Endless proved the original body's conjecture: that The lump of metal was the same substance that her fallen brother Heydrich used to create the remains of the god.

The fragment named [Star God].

But strangely, after thinking for a moment, Trazyn did not ask to take back this threat for its race: In the words of the Endless himself, the Emperor's tempering has caused the metal to lose its power. , it is no longer the remains of the god, but just a piece of dead flesh that fell from the god's body.

Being corroded by the demise of mortal civilization is the best proof.

The [divine will] on it has moved away.

Morgan didn't understand the words, but she could see the real benefits.

The Spider Queen has actually forgotten which civilization was destroyed, so that the Spear of Love in front of her was completely separated from the unknown metal, and it evolved from a [brick] to a genuine [spear], but after that, Morgan does have a chunk of legendary ingredients at her disposal.

The original body estimated that this piece of raw material was enough to support her in building a real pair of armor and a real weapon for herself. She was thinking about which brother to entrust this task to, and how to use the remaining ones. Part of the raw material: Maybe it can be used as a gift to other blood brothers, but her heirs seem to need corresponding strengthening.

Morgan's loyal Knights of the Round Table already have exclusive weapons that can cut iron like clay, but the hands of others are still empty, but it seems that she can consider building related defensive equipment for the Knights of the Round Table: Ideas like this always overwhelm In the vast daily life of the Spider Queen, and since she was dispatched to the front line of Ullanor, similar thoughts have been quickly shelved.

The only thing Morgan did was to continue to refine the Spear of Love that broke out of its shell. This [god] who was more greedy than her obviously needed more pain to please: the Spider Queen instinctively sensed Ullanor's Destruction was not enough to satisfy her weapons.

This is normal. After all, according to the behavioral logic of the green-skinned orcs, their feeling of death must be much lower than that of other civilized races: although the huge number of races determines that the pain they provide is very important to the God of Love. It's just as abundant for Mao, but it's impossible to satisfy this increasingly picky [God of Love].

She needs a real feast to complete the final tempering of this weapon.

Then...get rid of it.

but……

At this moment, the Spider Queen and the Wolf Shepherd thousands of miles away were caught in the same problem.

In today's galaxy, is there really such a powerful alien civilization race?

Morgan didn't know the answer, but luckily she had a professional behind her.

"It's not easy to find."

Trazin, who was looking at the Spear of Love with extremely complex eyes, was silent for a moment after hearing the original body's question, and then walked slowly to Morgan: his eyes were always focused on the Spear of Love. The body seemed to awaken his ancient memories.

"It's already strong, but are you, or the Emperor, still dissatisfied?"

【This has nothing to do with me. 】

Morgan smiled bitterly.

[Believe me, Trazin, except for the necessary refining, I usually don’t want to take out this weapon at all. Just looking at it is enough to make my hair stand on end: I now understand that Leman Russ used to feeling. 】

[In addition, you are right. At this stage, the Spear of Love is enough to pose a threat to me. It poses a real life threat to a Primarch. Even if it cannot kill me, it can still give me Cause irreversible fatal damage. 】

[I can’t imagine who this weapon will be used against if it is truly refined: there seems to be no opponent in the real universe that requires its full strength, but the only thing I can be sure of is that this weapon is not available yet. Complete polishing success. 】

[A grand demise is also needed. 】

"yes."

Trazin nodded.

"But what does that have to do with you?"

"I mean, even if this weapon is forged, it can only be used once. I'm not surprised by this, because a miraculous weapon like this that can only be used once does have the power to turn the galaxy around with one strike. We Those who fear death are the biggest beneficiaries of this matter.”

"And I'm not surprised that he would choose you to be the forger of this weapon."

"I'm just curious: Why are you willing to continue this mission?"

[Your Excellency Trazin, who told you that I was willing? 】

The primarch's words were punctuated by sighs.

【Did you know? Over the past many years, my genetic father and I have actually had many arguments and bargains: as long as I can meet with him, I will have a good discussion with him no matter which task he sends me. A doorway inside a plate. 】

"Is it useful?"

【Occasionally. 】

The primarch pouted.

[But most of the time, I can get corresponding compensation. Sometimes the reward at the end will be slightly increased, sometimes I will get corresponding help, and sometimes, he will finally be persuaded by me to give up those benefits. A task that was not important to him. 】

【But only this thing. 】

Morgan narrowed her eyes, looking up at the joy of Cupid in awe.

[Only for this task, when I wanted to bargain with him, my father just gave me a look. 】

[Believe me, Trazin, that is a look you will never imagine. 】

[That is a look that leaves no room for doubt. 】

[He didn't say anything, but I never mentioned the same thing again. 】

"……Why?"

【Because I have seen that look. 】

Morgan took a deep breath, feeling her skin tremble, partly from the fear of remembering the past, and partly from the boredom of the long tongue from the warp licking the back of her neck.

[My genetic father once showed such a look in front of me: except that time he was not facing me. 】

[But look at my blood brother whose existence has been erased. 】

[He looks at me. 】

[Just like looking at him then. 】

"So, you are afraid?"

The Endless One actually laughed.

【This has nothing to do with you. 】

Morgan closed his eyes and blocked the breath behind him in annoyance.

[You just need to tell me whether this galaxy can still provide corresponding destruction. 】

"Yes...there is."

Trazin nodded.

"However, that place is not in the [Galaxy] in our common sense."

"But I guarantee that it can definitely provide the kind of [Feast of Destruction] you want: if you can destroy that kingdom and completely massacre the civilization there, then even another Spear of Eros like this one will be enough to nourish it at the same time."

[Not in the Milky Way...]

Morgan is not stupid, she immediately understood what Trazyn meant.

[You mean Comoros?]

"It can't be those arks."

The Endless shook his head.

"Coincidentally, I think I have a way to help you find the address of Comoros in the Webway, and it is also a very happy thing for me to see those Eldar in trouble: the only question is whether your strength can do this, after all, they still have some trump cards, and the grandeur of Comoros will definitely exceed your expectations, it is expanding rapidly."

[I am more curious about another thing.]

Morgan retracted her gaze, she stretched out her hand to pull out the Spear of Eros, and the endless cold breath even temporarily dispelled the subspace existence that had been lingering behind her, leaving only pure destruction and death.

"What's the matter?"

[The Comoros you mentioned, I remember it exists in the webway, not only can it maintain its own stable existence, but also has the most reality access points in the galaxy, and can, to a certain extent, completely shield the influence of the subspace on itself, right? ]

"That's right, but what's the use of asking these things?"

[You don't know. ]

The Primarch smiled.

[You don't know how attractive these words we just discussed are to a certain golden king on Holy Terra. ]

"..."

"I have to remind you that even for us, Comoros is an existence that cannot be easily shaken, which is why we know its location but never take action, because it is undoubtedly one of the greatest fortresses in the entire galaxy..."

[Then let it face the greatest conqueror in the entire galaxy. ]

With the Spear of Eros in hand, Morgan's hair danced with destruction.

[I look forward to this duel. ]