Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

For now, Morgan doesn't believe a word of Adarad's seemingly sincere words: she can't blame her.

After all, perhaps in this ancient and crazy galaxy, there are not many truly unbreakable truths left, but "Never believe the words of the Eldar easily" is still a golden rule to this day: even for the Eldar themselves Say, the same is true.

Especially those of the Eldar prophets: For example, Eldarad in front of us, and Angron's unknown enemy. They are living proofs of this truth, testing its true gold again and again. Pure bare feet.

These unlucky people who are lucky enough to see the future but are unfortunately trapped in it will always be pulled by the thread of fate to make wrong decisions: their words to foreigners are naturally sinful and deceptive, but their words to their own people are Words can also be deadly.

Eldarad is a typical example. He once instigated a wrong war because of his wrong prophecy, which eventually led to the tragic death of his superiors, and then he took his place: although this was really just an honest mistake. , but it was enough for Trazyn the Endless to tell Morgan as a joke.

The original body naturally remembers it clearly.

Therefore, even if Eldarad's words do sound sincere, in the end, all they get in exchange is the indifference in the Spider Queen's heart: As for the Eldar Prophet's hint that he was once friends with the Emperor, Morgan also turned a deaf ear.

This is most likely a lie. After all, no matter how depraved her genetic father is, he should not degenerate to associate with an alien: Maybe the other brothers of the original body will rise up because of such nonsense: But Morgan is too lazy to The Emperor was not worthy of her doing this.

The Lord of Humanity doesn’t have that much face.

Compared to...

[Since you said this is a land of fun and excitement, why are you sitting in the main seat? 】

"Do you care about this issue?"

[Where is Xigaoqi? 】

"You want to see it?"

[This is about my curiosity and your lives. 】

The Spider Queen glanced around, then slowly licked the corners of her mouth.

[Actually, it’s nothing. If He is really a God as you say...]

"There is no doubt about this: this is not my personal flattery or inference. As early as the eve of our race roaming the Milky Way, Xigaoqi has been the Laughing God in the void. His influence on the Milky Way reaches as far as the Battle of Heaven. In the aftermath, the evil C'tan is torn apart by its machinations."

(One version of the Star God Civil War was that it was started by the Laughing God Xi Gaoqi.)

【Awesome. 】

The primarch snorted.

[But some people told me that the Star Gods were killed by them with super weapons. 】

Eldarad frowned, it naturally knew who the person Morgan was talking about was.

"Despicable words, false words: the humble slaves of the past just took advantage of the opportunity when their master was dying, treacherously struck the last knife, and considered themselves the new masters of the entire galaxy. They may have had a real Hegemony, but their glory has long gone, not to mention, their long sleep is precisely because they are afraid of our military front. "

"What you see is just a fish that has escaped our trap."

(The Eldar Empire has a setting that is constantly strangulating the tombs of Necrons.)

【Maybe. 】

Morgan nodded casually, a little glad she didn't bring Trazin with her.

Well, a little disappointed too.

[I don’t care about your grievances, these are all gone in the past anyway, and there is no difference between you in my eyes: What my father dreamed of was a pure galaxy, and he couldn’t stand even a few heresies in the human race, let alone Stop talking about you. 】

"This idea is actually very correct: this is the solution for long-term peace and stability."

Adalad actually somewhat agreed.

[It has nothing to do with me: I would rather let Xi Gaoqi answer a question for me. 】

The Primarch waved his hand.

[Since he is a god, a real god, then he should know the strength of a demigod: Does he know how many steps a demigod needs to go through if he wants to become a real god? How many lives were sacrificed? Or are there any special requirements? 】

[What does it have to do with the Internet Channel? 】

"Why do you ask?"

Looking at the somewhat astonished Eldarad, Morgan just sneered.

[In your culture, I thought I didn’t need to make it clear. 】

After saying this, the original body lost interest in continuing to speak. She could see that the Eldarad in front of her did not have any mandatory connection with Xigaoqi, and it was even less possible to summon the true form of the Laughing God: As for Eldarad's true purpose? The Spider Queen is not so condescending as to take the initiative to ask questions.

She waited for the prophet to speak.

And the prophet... was thinking.

This is not a good thing.

Fortunately, it didn't speak immediately.

After a brief silence, the Eldar prophet stood up under everyone's alert gaze, walked to the wine rack at one end of the dining table, and personally placed food for the original body: scarlet liquid gems were poured into the crystal clear wine glass. The best beast meat, fruits and cheese were selected and listed in Morgan's hands, but only some inferior fruits were left in front of the prophet.

【Don’t you want to eat? 】

"Since the catastrophe, the diet of our people in the Ark has been as indifferent as possible."

"Meat is too exciting for us."

【How interesting. 】

The primarch shook his head.

[With this nutritional imbalance, how do you fight against our soldiers on the battlefield? 】

"So we have always avoided large-scale armed conflict with you humans."

The Eldar Seers turned a deaf ear to the overt sarcasm and undertones of the Primarch's mouth.

But what it says is true.

"As an expedition aimed at purifying all races in the galaxy that are not mine, don't you think that the conflicts between your expeditionary force and our race are really pitiful: these fellows of Commorragh are the ones I have no way of knowing about. Controlled, but almost all Arks will try to avoid conflict with your expedition fleet."

[Can you tell me the reason: I don’t think you are a peace-loving race. 】

"The reason is simple, because we have also ruled the entire galaxy, and we know what will happen to those fools who are reckless enough to dare to be enemies of this emerging race when an overlord rises, even the once powerful fools. Ending: We built our empire on corpses like this.”

The Eldar felt a little emotional.

"But even for me, those were the incredible and legendary years in fairy tale books: we have long forgotten how the entire galaxy was in our hands, and the long rule of 60 million years has long made the pioneers old, they The story seems to us like a myth."

The Spider Queen did not speak. The words of the alien in front of her made her think for a moment: Many years later, will everything their generation did turn out to be like this? Sacrifice and courage are regarded as incredible legends, and future generations have long forgotten their original intentions?

When humans take the hegemony of the galaxy for granted, who can guarantee that they will not become so comfortable that they become corrupted and degenerate?

The primarch was silent, not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer.

【Where is this place】

Morgan swirled the wine in his glass, but had no intention of drinking it.

[I can’t find any news about this world on my star map, but my legion record records that every world in this sector was destroyed by my expedition eighty years ago. The fleet was recaptured, was it because you used some novel deception method? 】

"It's just a means to protect property."

The prophet explained simply.

"These unpolluted worlds are also a treasure to us, and nature hides them until we need to use them, without wanting them to be disturbed by anyone: I hope this will not interfere Your bottom line.”

[Not yet. 】

The primarch snorted.

[But what I believe in is: If you don’t hold it tightly in your hands, it is the same as losing it. 】

[Also: It’s always unpleasant to have someone else’s treasure chest hidden in your territory. 】

The Primarch glanced at the Harlequins who were gradually disappearing from her perception: they seemed to have entered the sleeves of the Laughing God: Morgan could feel the Eldar god walking around them both. Although it is invisible and intangible, it is standing in a dimension that should not exist and is quietly observing the lunch meeting. It does not have any malicious intentions for the time being.

【IMHO. 】

After thinking about it again and again, the Spider Queen just picked up the simplest-looking fruit. She lost the patience to continue pulling it, and looked directly at Eldarad's face: Even though there was a thick bronze mask, the original body was still the same. You can see the cautious face of the Eldar prophet and the fear that was desperately suppressed.

This is a guy who knows how to be afraid.

Very good: Let’s talk about it.

[I actually want to know why you are the only Ark Eldar here: According to what my soldiers reported to me, although you and these clowns temporarily belong to the same nuisance force, the ones around you should be Some of the same kind from the Ark Eldar and the Webway of Commorragh? 】

"They do exist."

The prophet nodded.

"However, some of them have died under the sword of your heirs: mainly the helpers I recruited from Comorro. They were not able to suppress their nature well and refused my order to retreat during the battle. "Death is a fate that is difficult to escape for these reckless guys."

【Fate...】

The primarch laughed, knowingly asking.

[Are you an Eldar prophet? 】

"Belonging to the craft world Uthvi, I once held the position of a high-level supreme prophet, but now it has long been forgotten: my hometown has gone astray with me, and I don't want to fall alone in it. Leaving is the best thing I have ever faced. The choice, even though I am alone now, is easier, and my fate with Usvi is not severed yet."

Eldalad responded with a smile, but what it didn't expect was that what was waiting for it was the suddenly dangerous gaze of the original body.

【Usvi? very good? 】

Morgan chuckled, causing Eldarad to rub his throat for no reason.

[In this case, you should know what I think of your kind, and where they end up with me: it’s not that there are no Usvi who offend me, but there are many. As a prophet, you should be familiar with it, right? 】

"certainly."

Eldarad nodded.

"That's why I came here alone."

"Three times have I glimpsed the fate of our meeting in the face of fate: each time, my life was shaken by the companions beside me: for some very ancient reasons, they could not suppress their hatred for what you left behind. , in the worst case, you even took away the souls of my three best friends to force me to talk to you in normal language."

【More normal? 】

Eldarad spoke, repeating his previous words.

But this time, it's Avalon's accent.

【What a joy. 】

The primarch is smiling but not smiling.

(Note: There is a special ability in the tabletop rules of the Ark Eldar called Ancient Scourge. Its effect is a special attack against Slaanesh. This means that these white bean sprouts are really not afraid of Slaanesh, and on the contrary, they will go crazy. Fighting with Slaanesh is indeed a sign of great martial virtue.)

[You are right. I always like to add advantages to myself in negotiations. As for the specific means, I don’t really care. Choking your friend’s soul is a very good plan for me, and The feasibility is also very high: Another important point is that I prefer things that can be held in the palm of my hand rather than relying on the strength of others. 】

After saying that, the Spider Queen silently glanced at the statue of Gaoqi.

[Just like you, although it is indeed a very smart thing for you to rely on the power of this Eldar Laughing God to negotiate with me, but since you are not a believer in Xigaoqi, how can you be sure when the situation is irreversible: Can this god really bless you? 】

"I certainly can't say for sure."

Eldarad inserted a piece of fruit.

"In fact, it wasn't me who asked for His help, but it was Him who guided my destiny to this table: I'm not sure how it would benefit His plan, but I did have something I wanted. Let’s talk to you, and I do have a way to make you show more respect and tolerance to me.”

[With the friendship you say? 】

The original body raised his eyebrows, and the psychic aura wrapped around his index finger.

[Then you'd better take it out now. 】

"As you wish."

Eldarad was very calm. It slowly took off its helmet, revealing a very beautiful face with a smile on it, but this smile made Morgan dislike it very much: because this smile made the spirit in front of him The clan prophet looked like an elder, a distant elder who indulged Morgan, a naughty junior.

But at the next moment, all the thoughts of the original body were gone, because the prophet's slender fingers reached into his inner lining, and then took out an old gadget: it was a pendant-like thing, which was Adarad pressed it down on the dining table with seriousness, and Morgan stared at it closely, his eyes widening.

【This is……】

"Imperial Skyhawk."

The Eldar Prophet smiled, with a rare hint of nostalgia on his face.

"This friend of mine gave it to me. At that time, he had just designed this emblem and planned to use it on the empire he was about to build: he said that he would raise his troops from the highest peak of Holy Terra, and one day he would meet me again in the galaxy. , let me witness what he can accomplish.”

【……】

The hints in Eldarad's words made Morgan feel a chill on the back of his neck: What is this Eldar talking about? Did it want to say that the Primarch's genetic father, the Emperor himself, was friends with its Eldar? Are they friends that we formed hundreds of years ago?

Earlier than Macado?

【you……】

"If you don't believe it."

Eldarad slowly took back the Imperial Sky Eagle carving that exuded a strong imperial aura into his palm. The Spider Queen stared at this thing until the last moment, and reluctantly confirmed that the aura on it was indeed that of The one that belonged to the Lord of Mankind was even identical to the golden sword in her mind.

"You can also go to your father, you should call him father, and ask him to teach you swordsmanship: if he trusts you enough, you will find that he not only knows the swordsmanship of our race, but also It's also quite good to use. To be honest, he is one of the most talented swordsmen I have ever seen."

(Eldalad did know the Emperor, and the relationship between the two parties was good for a time. The Emperor did know the swordsmanship of the Eldar. He had used it in the Webway War or which war, and was described as being extremely skilled in it: Old Man Huang It seems that life was pretty good in the past.)

【All right. 】

Morgan had to restrain his psychic powers.

In any case, she really can't smash this Eldar's head to pieces here: who knows which big plan this will involve in the heart of her genetic father: but, from this point of view...

The leader of the human empire has a close personal friend from the Eldar?

Speaking of which, it feels like Luo Jia can run naked around his perfect city...

That bastard daddy could always be a little more depraved than she thought: she at least only saw Trazin as a partner.

The primarch snorted slightly, but she still maintained her power in front of the Eldar.

[Okay...Friends of the Empire. 】

The second half of the sentence seemed extremely ironic.

[So, are you here to pray for my help this time? 】

"So be it."

Eldarad put his helmet on again.

"For some reasons, I can't go to my old friend directly now. I can only relay it through a person who we both can barely trust: It's hard to imagine that the contact he introduced to those of us She will actually be his only daughter."

【……】

contact person?

When did it happen?

Why doesn't she know?

When was this a side mission given to her by that bastard Emperor?

【Convey...what? 】

"Destiny, and the future."

Eldarad coughed lightly.

"The turbulence of time tells me that your father longed to launch a grand war."

[He is in Ullanor now. 】

"It's not these deceptions."

The prophet shook his head.

"The real war: It's clear that the Nexus of the Webway now haunts him."

【……】

What a top-notch confidentiality measure...

The Primarch's brow twitched.

[So: Are you here to save money and eliminate disasters for your fellow tribesmen? 】

"No."

Eldarad showed no mercy.

"Whether Commorragh is destroyed or not has no impact on us wanderers. Our country has long since fallen, dissipated in the screams of ancient enemies. Commorragh is just a twisted remnant of its past glory and decadence. Shadow, a piece of dirt that survives and expands tenaciously: its strength does not make us feel happy, and its fall naturally does not make me feel sad.”

"I have no sympathy for my fellow countrymen who live there. Pride and complacency have destroyed our former empire, and now they are planning to bring these evils back to destroy them again: Morgan of Dawnbreaker, you don't have to worry about Ark's The Force will intervene in the Lord of Man's next war, but it is this reckless military adventure we are about to talk about."

"I hope you will remember my words."

The Seer lowered his voice, causing the Primarch to unconsciously raise his concentration.

"Tell your father."

"He can't destroy Comoro, let alone take it away completely."

"He was so greedy that his plans went far beyond the limits of his capabilities."

Morgan squinted his eyes slightly.

She wasn't surprised at all.

[Why do you say that? Did you foresee that my father would defeat Comoros? 】

"No, quite the opposite."

The prophet replied somewhat bitterly.

"He succeeded."

"I saw the black sun and spiers of Commorragh turning into powder in his hands: Comorragh is just a larger city in the royal road after all, and they also lack a powerful king and a capable king. The leader who stood up to your father.”

(Victor's rise would have to wait until four or five thousand years after the Great Crusade.)

"But he failed, too."

"He fanatically invested too much power in this non-lethal battlefield. Instead, he ignored the real battle situation in the galaxy. He thought he could control and win all fronts at the same time, but he could only win one victory at most. : Don’t let greed blind him, because all his subordinates will betray him.”

【All? 】

Morgan found it a bit ridiculous.

[Including me? 】

"Not really."

[I didn’t betray? 】

"You don't count as one of his subordinates."

【……】

For no reason, Morgan felt that the Eldar's words in front of him became a little more credible.

[So, what are you going to do? 】

Morgan's tone was heavy, she put her hands behind her back, and her psychic energy stirred again: Eldarad's next words will determine whether this will become a banquet, a battlefield, or something worse?

[Are you going to ask me to persuade my father to stop the war against Comoros? 】

"I can't do this."

The prophet's clean rejection made the original body raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"You can't do it either."

"But there's another thing we can do."

[Come and listen? 】

"I can tell you..."

"How do you let your father win the war in Comoros?"

"This is the only way."

"It requires a strong will. Endless loyalty and great sacrifice."

[Let me sacrifice? 】

"No: let everyone die."

Eldarad's eyes were firm, and his voice was distorted.

"Especially your genetic father."

"He will sacrifice everything he has."

"Except the [Throne]."

"He will be left with nothing."

——————

[Since both hands are empty, how can there be any victory? 】

"It is precisely because you are empty-handed that you can embrace real victory."

"Embrace...the real world."

"Then he can control..."

——————

Eldarad's voice stopped at this heroic declaration. Although he wanted to continue telling it, at this moment, the initiative of time and space was no longer in its hands: not even in Morgan's hands, letting everything fall into When he reached absolute silence, the original body noticed that he seemed to have entered a still world.

She...no...isn't her problem.

Morgan blinked, and she carefully observed Eldarad in front of her: through the dust and the traces between her eyebrows, the original body could easily find that time was still flowing, but the speed was unbearably slow.

In other words, everyone present, whether Astartes or Eldarad, or the clown troupe, trees and rivers, warships and clouds, were dragged into an extremely slow dimension in the blink of an eye.

Except... the Primarch himself.

But this was not her doing: even she herself did not react.

Morgan took a deep breath and turned her eyes away from Eldarad.

Then, listen.

From far to near...

From small to large...

From slight to noisy...

From false to heavy...

[Applause? ]

After repeatedly confirming what this strange sound was, Morgan's face became complicated in an instant: What kind of role needs to make a series of sounds?

Actor... or...

[Clown? ]

The moment the sound came out, the Primarch felt that he fell into the abyss of laughter.

Before falling, the monarch of Avalon only had time to complain a few words.

[Okay. ]

[...]

[I hope these guys don't catch me to tell bad jokes. 】