Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

If we only consider the style, pomp and numerous trivial pre-dinner rituals, the table set by Xigaoqi, the Eldar God of Laughter, is naturally incomparable to the picnic feast of the Supreme Prophet of Usvi, Aidalad: after all, the identities of the two are very different.

The gap between gods and humans is not only in the superficial power or authority, but what really distinguishes the two is the instinctive reaction of the soul to everything in the world, which is almost barbaric: the cognition of the world, the control of dimensions, the extraction of souls, or the manipulation of the future, these basic codes cannot be changed by the amount of data.

The gap between people is like that between humans and wild animals in nature. Perhaps some beasts are indeed more powerful than humans, but no one thinks that beasts are more advanced than humans: in contrast, some people would rather get along with simpler beasts than drink and chat with more complex humans.

Coincidentally, the Queen of Avalon is such a person.

At least now, she is.

Compared to a feast of a god, Morgan still missed the Eldar prophet's sleeping in the ancient ruins: after all, the purpose of these two guys is also treacherous, but at least in front of Eldarad, the gene mother of the Dawnbreaker can still be calm as a strong man.

But facing Xi Gaoqi, the embarrassment of the weak climbed up inadvertently.

And Morgan must not show it.

Facing the pale and creepy face of the Eldar Laughing God, which is like a patchwork of washed canvas, even the bravest warrior will be afraid for a moment: there are more terrible things in the galaxy, but they lack an element compared to Xi Gaoqi, that is, the breath of the gods.

This breath cannot be described in words, but it does exist, and it is extremely eye-catching: at least Morgan did not detect the chill that made her so afraid in her gene father and Vashtor at the time, but the evil gods who existed in the warp throne showed the grace of God in their every move.

Compared with this, Xi Gaoqi's majesty is undoubtedly much weaker: just like the difference between a leopard and a tiger in the deep forest.

When it invited the original body who missed the banquet to its own kingdom, stood up in the deep cave, and swallowed the Spider Queen with a body three or four times larger than the original body with just a shadow, Morgan's heart was indeed panicked for a moment.

Before the original body's facial nerves felt the surge of the sea of ​​emotions, Morgan's absolute rationality, which he was proud of, tightened the reins of fear. It was only a deep breath, and the calm mind prevailed again: if only from the facial expression, the corners of the Spider Queen's lips had not yet pursed up, and she was returned to emotionless silence.

In silence, the original body tried to move his wrists and ankles. From the moment when he was controlled and pulled by the God of Laughter and his body lost weight, Morgan felt something abnormal, and his slender eyebrows quickly frowned.

[Where is my body? 】

"Stay where you are."

"Don't worry, I won't miss your banquet."

"Let's just chat for a while. Your sons won't be able to feel it."

The tone of Xi Gaoqi was mixed with a creepy shriek. Half of the god's body was still hidden in the shadows, and the exposed body was enough to dazzle people: the torso of the laughing god was like his patched face, as if it was made up of dozens or hundreds of areas. Morgan could clearly see that there was a large piece of nothing between Xi Gaoqi's wrist and arm. There was no flesh or blood vessels, but it was filled with the subspace energy that made Morgan nauseous.

But on the other arm, the breath of the subspace disappeared without a trace, and the complete tendons and flesh and blood formed a real arm: This Eldar's laughing god seemed to exist in a rather strange dimension. He was neither completely isolated from the sea of ​​souls like the Star God, nor could he set foot in the real universe like the Chaos Evil God. He belonged to both dimensions at the same time, but he was not the one standing on the mountain in both dimensions.

Comprehensive, but relatively weak.

And weak alone.

Just like the race he protects.

"Then please."

"Miss Intimidation."

Xi Gaoqi danced in an exaggerated way, jumping towards Morgan. He was wearing a tattered patchwork quilt woven with all kinds of disgusting pigments. Half of him looked like a clown in the court, with poems satirizing the king in his tattered pockets, and the other half looked like a juggler in a circus, with matches and trumpets hanging randomly around his waist. These two styles were mixed together without any rules, and placed on a palette with flashing stage lighting effects.

When He walked towards Morgan, the scene was like an ancient painting, and the Spider Queen couldn't help but think of the worst exhibits she could find in Malcador's collection room: in the ancient 20th or 21st century, these masterpieces of painters with various names, such as beast, new beast, abstract, post-abstract, new expression, surreal or super avant-garde, etc., took a few random colors and smeared them on the curtain, put a sign on it, and dared to call it a masterpiece, and sold it for a jaw-dropping astronomical price. At least 80 boxes of the 100 boxes of banknotes after the transaction needed this transaction to obtain a legal identity.

[I hope you can keep your promise. ]

After observing for a moment, the original body withdrew her disgusted gaze and began to focus on observing the environment around her. She realized that the strong sense of weightlessness still enveloped her, and her physical body was indeed not here. She now looked more like a A wisp of perception or a tentacle of soul.

"A memory, actually."

The playful figure kept disappearing and reappearing next to the Spider Queen, floating like a phantom in the water. Sometimes he walked in front of Morgan to guide her, and sometimes he floated above the head of the original body like a feather. When she When answering Morgan's question, the Laughing God's sharp nose stung the original's earlobe from behind.

Why do these [gods] always like to get close to the back of her neck?

"When the conversation is over, you will naturally [remember] this memory at the banquet."

"I took a short paragraph from your consciousness to write this story. After all, even I can't [completely] invite you to this independent kingdom. That is a big event that requires a lot of effort: when people get serious At that time, comedy lost its original charm.”

[That’s really sad. 】

The original body snorted coldly. She found herself in a pure black space without any feeling. She could not see what existed on the farther horizon, and her sense of hearing and smell seemed to have disappeared. She could only follow the guidance of laughter, marching for a long time on the invisible road.

But one thing Morgan is sure of.

From the moment the two of them officially started talking, Xi Gaoqi guided her up a staircase, a staircase that seemed to lead to the endless shore. Its color changed between pure gold and light silver, sometimes It is wide and sometimes narrow, but at least it can accommodate Morgan alone: ​​the original body's right hand rested on the handrail of the stairs. She saw that the carvings on it were ancient and magnificent, enough to make even the most gorgeous room in the Terra Palace. Ashamed.

Where does this staircase lead?

Morgan glanced at Xigaoqi. The God of Laughter was always changing his position and size. Sometimes he was floating on the tip of Morgan's nose like a dwarf, and sometimes he was like a giant, standing in the void outside the stairs, with just one eyeball. Ten times the size of the Primarch: but his voice never changed, it had an indescribable sense of remoteness, as if it came from another world.

[I can be sure now that I will not like this memory. No one likes the feeling of being attacked and manipulated: I hope that when I recall this memory, Lord Eldarad’s banquet will not be affected. . 】

"I can understand you."

The playful laughter remains

"I hope you can understand me too"

"Only seeing each other's hearts is the way to end arguments, isn't it?"

“As for how you see it: it doesn’t matter.”

【……】

Morgan listened silently as the playful laughter spread further and further away.

[Is this why you attacked me? 】

"Always play it safe."

"You won't lose your mind because of this suppressed experience."

【That's not the case. 】

The primarch shook his head.

[You are a god after all: I am more curious about why you are so insidious? 】

His laughter rose to a higher pitch.

"Standing in front of you is the protector of laughter and deceit. What I have done is exactly fulfilling my [right path], and I want to invite you here. In fact, it is not an easy task for me. : Especially unwanted guests need to be screened out.”

The original body heard a rare hint of seriousness in the playful laughter.

"After all, it is quite difficult even for me to cover His senses: so after I succeed once, I must ensure that you can definitely come to my table, so this despicable invitation is naturally the most If it is effective, it is my duty to deceive others.”

"Don't worry, even your father can only receive this kind of invitation."

"But unfortunately, there is no room for him at my table yet."

[So He doesn’t know about this conversation? 】

"Not even a god would notice that a small slice of your memory is missing."

Morgan did not speak, but nodded silently, and the last grudge in his heart disappeared at this time: This is the embarrassing situation of the Primarch. Even the weakest among them, Luojia, is a demigod who can look down on everything in the world, but even if He is the strongest Primarch, and he is far away from the real gods.

Even their father is like this.

If he is wildly imaginative, he will naturally have the ability and means to invite the unwilling lord of mankind here: as for the consequences of such an approach, it is not something that the Laughing God of the Spirit Clan can control. And this is why Morgan is here.

[So, what does the Laughing God of the Eldar want to discuss with me, a human? 】

"This requires a more serious occasion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xigaoqi finally stood in front of Morgan, his figure no different from that of the Primarch. Behind him was the end of the endless staircase, a building with a burnt black crystal exterior and outlines of it. The door was so thick with leaves and patterns that even when the original body raised his head, he couldn't see the top of the door.

"please."

Like a gentleman, the Laughing God opened the door in front of the original body: the space behind the door was faint and huge. Morgan speculated that it could accommodate at least a few Glory Queens, but she could not see clearly. There were only two The lantern can illuminate a little of the world beneath your feet.

But the moment the original body made up her mind and stepped into this majestic building, at the moment when the spaces intersected, Morgan felt the dazzling light coming from behind her and from the positions of her left and right hands: following instinct, the Spider Queen After a quick glance, she found that the endless darkness that had previously obscured her senses had faded away at this moment, and she could finally see clearly what kind of place she was walking before.

She is in a...

In a cave?

…

What a huge cave...passage?

Morgan hesitated instinctively, because the scene she was left behind was indeed quite strange. The original body was very sure that she was indoors at this time, not in the deep void, nor in which world or on the surface of the space station: She was standing in a place with a ceiling.

Room? aisle? Or a cave?

Morgan isn't so sure.

But this place is really big and scary.

Just a rough estimate, the Spider Queen has to marvel at the size of this place: it is enough to house the most spectacular and crowded hive in human history, or it can accommodate several or even dozens of ships more powerful than the Queen of Glory class battleships. Huge steel behemoths are driving side by side. This is definitely not a building that exists in the real universe, but Morgan does not smell any subspace on the plants and trees here.

A giant passage that exists outside the real universe and subspace...

As she said this, the Spider Queen thought of the answer: she looked at the Laughing God in front of her in disbelief.

Your imperial.

Where did you come from?

Is this still the real universe?

【Where is this? 】

"Garden of Eden."

Xigaoqi chuckled.

"The Garden of Eden that every galactic emperor longs for."

"And there..."

He pointed at the depth in front of Morgan that he still couldn't see clearly.

"That is the Tower of Babel that every seeker of destiny longs for."

[Destiny...thirker? 】

Morgan frowned, the word making her feel uncomfortable.

"That's right."

Xikoqi guided the original body and advanced slowly in the darkness under the lights.

"I work here, so I have to put up with the annoyance they cause occasionally."

"Especially a little guy who is destined to arrive here. It's really annoying, but interesting. Ah, you should already know him: he is destined to bring his [Gray Knights] to bother me. Yes, talking about ways to bring these knights back to the world."

【Gray Knight? 】

Morgan chewed the word.

[Grey: refers to the color? 】

"No, it means internally."

The twist on Xiqiaoqi's face told Morgan that this must be a joke.

"What's in their armor: what's inside~"

After saying that, its laughter disappeared into the darkness further away. Morgan had to follow, and called out the spiritual fire to illuminate the passages in front and behind her: finally allowing her to see clearly what was around her. What?

She seemed to be in a library that was as huge as a myth.

A library in darkness.

The architectural style here reminds Morgan of the Eldar Arkworld that was enslaved by her blasphemous brothers during the Randan War: Although the alien homeland has long since died, the remaining ruins are similar to The scene in front of her was also somewhat similar, and the flowing elegance of the Ancient Spirit Clan's architecture was unmistakable.

The original body walked in such a maze, with only the curious laughter to guide her. She passed through various intertwined and ever-changing rooms and passages, and ancient castles and squares hung upside down in the dome above her forehead. There are obelisks, incomprehensible runes on the walls, and countless statues inscribed with ancient deeds.

But all of them, whether they are rooms or passages, castles or statues, they are just supporting roles in this world. The real protagonist is the amazing number of books, which are endless as far as the eye can see. Their number may exceed that of the human empire. The planet it rules.

The Primarch marveled: the vast number of books, scrolls, codes, articles and writings were carefully placed on long shelves, piled in tapestries, wandering among the still water gardens and exquisite silk veils, it seemed that there was something in every book They all contain huge secrets and strange news that can shake the entire galaxy.

They linger here and seem to be everything in this universe.

Countless times, the Spider Queen wanted to reach out and pick up a book. She was very sure that even if she only took away the most common work among them, as long as it was a book and the news of the existence of this place, it would be enough to make her... Some of her brothers are even her genetic fathers, remembering the Spider Queen's exploits.

But in the end the Primarch did not and did not take action, because the voice of the Laughing God was always calling her from the front.

"Don't stop."

He shouted.

"Don't waste your time on these outermost third-rate works."

"Follow me."

Morgan thought for a moment, then quickened his pace, and Xikochi's patience was obviously less than the speed of the original gene: before the Spider Queen took a few steps, a bright figure appeared on the wall to her right. A brand new door covers the original relief, which depicts the extravagant banquet scene of the ancient Eldar Empire.

The original body pushed her away, and the black library was thrown into the distance in an instant, left behind her: after bypassing the layers of misty gardens and three intersections, the real void courtyard was displayed in front of Morgan. She finally reached a place where there was light, even though it was only the unusually false distant starlight among the layers of runic barriers.

Xigaoqi is waiting for her here.

The Laughing God of the Eldar Tribe was standing in the middle of countless treasures, boredly playing with some ancient spirits that were like gems. Following the warm wind blowing from nowhere, Morgan could hear that among these gems, they belonged to The wails of countless subspace demons.

She noticed that there were countless crazy treasures in this room, some of which were so important that the emperor could even consider an expedition in person: but such treasures were casually thrown at the feet of the Laughing God, except for one The treasure was carefully guarded by Him.

A crystal tome bound by a chain of light is placed on an obsidian base. Its surface is decorated with the kind of gems that countless playful hands are playing with. Various luminous runes surround it like planets. Every item made Morgan frown: but what really interested the Spider Queen was the way the Laughing God Higochi opened the book in front of her.

Even a god must use his own blood and the whisper of his soul to open this crucial book: Morgan noticed that every word in this book is constantly changing, as if it is telling a story The future, the countless futures, seems to be just a random description of some uninteresting and crazy words from Xi Gaoqi's mouth, nothing more.

"It's the only book I have."

Xigaoqi caressed the crystal book like he was caressing his own child.

"It records the last joke I left for this world."

"Even the gods will laugh at it."

"This is about us..."

Xigaoqi looked at Morgan.

"Also, it's about you."

"Now, sit down."

The Laughing God pointed to the side: At the moment when Morgan didn't notice, countless precious books had formed a chair. The original body sat on it calmly, and then casually glanced at the armrests under his hands: ancient book records There are countless long-forgotten psychic techniques and the history of ancient races, and one is even about the Necrontyr.

The title of the book looked familiar to Morgan...

Ah, she remembered.

Isn't this the Necrontyr's greatest art collection that Trazin the Endless once sighed in front of her, willing to trade with his own life and the last bit of his soul that might exist? It was actually thrown away casually. In the Eldar library?

This is sad...

Morgan noticed himself smiling.

She raised her head and found that Xi Gaoqi was sitting directly opposite her, and slowly spread out the crystal book in her hand.

He picked up a pen.

"Okay, Miss Intimidation."

"Now, let's start recording your story."

"This will be a new legend."

"So, which chapter do you want to listen to first?"

"The story of your brother killing your other brother..."

[I've heard this before. 】

"Ah, not that."

Xigaoqi shook his head.

"But you're right: there's no need to tell the story a second time."

"But there are many more stories like this, and we can pick a wonderful one."

"And if you are not satisfied, I have a scene about you here."

"Do you want to know..."

"Where was the day you killed Malcador?"