Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Are you really okay?"

【You can come and see for yourself. 】

Ahriman narrowed his eyes and pursed his chin as he circled Morgan around and around.

He first carefully inspected Morgan's limbs and bones with his eyes, and then carefully extended the tentacles woven with psychic energy, tirelessly touching Morgan's sea of ​​soul, testing it over and over again.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's indeed okay."

"You're lucky."

The Sons of Magnus finally came to this conclusion.

[Maybe you are too nervous. 】

Morgan showed a vain smile. She really felt that Ahriman was too nervous. The most outstanding descendant of Magnus came to her from the edge of the galaxy almost non-stop. He even hugged Luther. There was a kind of cold alienation, which made the latter a little embarrassed.

"nervous?"

The Thousand Sons Captain let out a sharp, weird laugh. He looked around cautiously, and then silently sent out a mocking message through his psychic energy.

"These are the Dark Angels. As early as a hundred years ago, when they were still on Holy Terra, and they were still called the First Legion or the Seraph Army, I had already fought alongside them. What were they like? I know best.”

"These guys are the most ruthless eagle dogs and the most cunning big cats. They are a group of bastards who are profitless and can't afford to be early. If they need your cooperation to do something, it will definitely not be a good thing, because every one of them He has the loneliest quirk, even if he is bruised and bruised, he will not reveal his situation to any friendly forces."

"So when they take the initiative to look for foreign aid, it only means that the situation is really bad. So bad that if they get involved, they will be injured or even wiped out."

"After all, who said that these arrogant bastards are really that good at fighting? Things that they can't solve must be the most troublesome, and no one can do it. You are really lucky this time, all must be done The land is back.”

"But don't expect to be able to recall these things in the future. Brainwashing is necessary, especially since the First Legion used a lot of treasures in this battle. Just wait, it won't be long before those First Legion think tanks They will come in droves, they call these [little necessary steps].”

Ahriman was speaking, but Morgan was clearly more interested in something else in his words.

The two psykers stood in front of the huge porthole and witnessed the faint blue light rising in the dark starry sky. It was the Mandeville Point that was activating, transporting the first batch of ships to leave this galaxy.

Luther was on top. He had to board the first ship to leave here and return to the office of Geyemara Fortress as quickly as possible, where the position and mission entrusted to him by the Lion King were.

But this did not prevent Morgan from having a pleasant conversation with him in the past. Not only did she get Luther's personal contact information, but she also memorized a few words of Caliban's dialect.

[I didn’t know before that you are a veteran who has served since the Terra Unification War. 】

Morgan's eyes flashed with color, and Ahriman saw the element of envy, which made him feel proud.

"It was just a new recruit at the time, nothing like that."

Ahriman smiled sarcastically and waved his hand, but there was a hint of arrogance mixed with memories on his face.

"Actually, when the Fifteenth Legion was established, the Unification War had already ended. We only participated in a few battles sporadically, as deputies to other legions. The legion's main journey was still the Great Expedition."

[Have you cooperated with many legions? That was a really interesting experience. 】

"Why do you think so?"

[For scholars, the greatest beauty in the world is to explore the unknown, and each Astartes Legion is a completely different field. There is no difference between fighting side by side with them and exploring an unknown ocean. 】

"That's quite correct."

Ahriman touched his chin. Morgan's few words could not help but bring back his memories. When he thought of those days on Holy Terra, he did feel enjoyment.

"but……"

Ahriman changed the topic.

"For some legions... or most of them, it's actually better not to think about them again."

【how do I say this? 】

Out of friendship and habit, when Morgan tilted his head and asked a question, Ahriman answered without hesitation.

"The Sixth Army and the Eighth Army are both clichés, so I won't go into them. The Ninth Army used to be its own faction, and we were not very familiar with it; the Third Army was dying and almost wiped out its establishment; the Sixteenth Army was pretty good. Horus is indeed a very capable figure..."

Ahriman rambled for a while, and then he seemed to remember something and couldn't help but shake his head.

"But speaking of these legions, the one I personally care about the most is the Eleventh Legion."

[The purest original body and his descendants? 】

"pure?"

"For those mortals without psychic powers, this may indeed be the case, but for psychics like us, he is extremely dangerous. Even the Navigator family is unwilling to station representatives in his fleet. , and have no idea how they navigate the warp."

"After all, that is the [Witch Killer], and he has killed more psykers than we have ever seen."

Ahriman snorted slightly. He seemed to want to express his disdain, but his uneasy fingers still exposed the reality inside.

"Actually, when we were in Holy Terra, we had a pretty good relationship with the Eleventh Legion. We were both of those legions with no characteristics, and we fought side by side a few times. However, after the Great Crusade, we awakened our spiritual powers. And the Eleventh Legion found their primarch."

"Then we went our separate ways."

There was resentment in Ahriman's voice, but Morgan just watched in silence as the last battleship disappeared into the light of Mandeville Point.

They were silent for a while.

[So, what is the purest original body like? 】

"It's just the blind worship of mortals."

Ahriman sneered.

"It is said that he has a handsome appearance and a convincing voice and temperament. He is only slightly inferior to Sanguinius, but he is indeed a true untouchable. As we all know, untouchables make everyone feel instinctive Disgusted, psyker or not."

"Weird, isn't it."

"Maybe this is the original body."

There was a hint of envy in Ahriman's voice.

"He landed in a world with very advanced technology. The surface of that world was covered with huge hives and automated factories. Whenever night fell, the light of neon lights and electronic screens would illuminate the entire sky. In fact, that world It is the core of a small interstellar empire, and the vast majority of the population above is human."

"But its ruler is...an alien."

"To be more precise, it is an extremely loose alliance composed of many different types of alien witchcraft overlords who possess psychic powers. They rule the hives and factories on that world. Some of them are the simplest , exist as the overlords of one side, and some have formed huge profit-making enterprises, monopolizing the output of certain products or energy, and their sphere of influence can even include several hives, provoking huge-scale wars."

"The number of these aliens is actually not large, but with their powerful witchcraft, advanced technology and tacit understanding between each other, they have enslaved billions of humans to become their slaves for generations, in order to consolidate They rule, provoke wars, and even build mining stations and strongholds on other worlds."

"In this way, that world has been maintained in a nearly stable situation for hundreds of years: aliens who control absolute wealth and power live at the highest peak, humans who surrender to the aliens join the [army] or [enterprise], and Beneath them are ordinary, worthless people living on the worst food and cheap entertainment.”

"Until the most [pure] Primarch comes."

"It is said that it did not land in the nest, but was picked up by a wandering human clan in the desert."

"Few people know what happened after that. They only know that about ten years later, the most noble alien overlords suddenly began to die one after another. They kept mentioning an [invisible] opponent. It is said that all psychic perceptions are invisible to him. There is no effect, he is like a natural [witchcraft killer], any psyker is like a blind person in front of him."

"This situation lasted for about five to six Terran standard months, until one day, the tallest building in the central hive was blown up, and the Eleventh Primarch started a live broadcast to the world, and publicly executed those who controlled it. The wizarding overlord of the most massive megacorporations.”

"On that day, the war began."

"When the Emperor's fleet arrived a few years later, the entire world was completely in the hands of humanity. All the xenos were crushed by them, and their CEO was the genetic father of the Eleventh Legion. .”

"It is said... this is true. It is said that the Eleventh Primarch had some minor conflicts with the Emperor. His home planet suffered too much loss in the war. In order to restore productivity as quickly as possible, he seemed to have adopted Something... something the Emperor would not be too happy to see..."

"In short, he also joined the Great Crusade, and the Eleventh Legion quickly rose to become a great army comparable to the Dark Angels and the Luna Wolves. Some of their advanced technologies in the field are enough to make even the Iron Hands They feel envy and jealousy, and their other specialty is that they may not be very friendly to people like you and me.”

[Strong enough to single-handedly carry a front against the Ran Dan Empire? 】

[Even the Dark Angels, they are indeed fighting alongside other legions. 】

"The purest original body doesn't seem to be very accustomed to fighting side by side with other legions. He even..."

Ahriman's voice became a little deeper.

"He even trusts those mortals more... Oh, I'm not talking about you, Morgan, I mean, he seems to trust the [mortal wisdom and power] he talks about more."

"It is said that the Emperor acquiesced to his excessive actions because of this... What a ridiculous statement..."

At this point, Ahriman's voice gradually calmed down. He also realized that this was not something to talk about nonsense. Moreover, he also sensed that at the other end of the corridor, some individuals who also exuded psychic energy were approaching. Get close to them.

"They're coming."

Ahriman felt curious and amused. He straightened his back and was the first to greet him.

"Follow me, don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Morgan just smiled and followed, but after Ahriman gradually walked away, she turned her head slightly and glanced at the dark corner of the corridor.

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Nemir felt his heart skip a beat.

He took a deep breath subconsciously, and then stared at the screen more carefully: the mortal named Morgan didn't look abnormal. She quietly followed the back of the team and went to perform memory removal.

So what was going on with that cold aura that I felt just now?

Nemir thought for a moment and classified this as a subconscious leak from the psyker.

He continued to stare at the surveillance camera until Morgan and Ahriman disappeared completely, then he began to check the ancient relics in front of him. After a lot of effort, Nemir was sure that the one in front of him could block most psykers. The sensory monitoring equipment is still operating normally, and there is absolutely no chance of Morgan discovering it.

Unless she's a primarch.

Nemir laughed at his own thoughts.

Then, he took out the clipboard and wrote Morgan's name: This is his new mission, to find a "powerful" and "convenient" opponent for the "Lion"'s anti-psychic training.

There were originally a few more tests to be done, but the glimpse just now convinced Nemir that this silver-haired psyker definitely met the standard in terms of [power].

As for the rest…

Let his genetic father make the decision.

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Ahriman rubbed his head.

He had a headache.

The Thousand Son leaned against the wall of the corridor, lazily watching the unchanging shadow outside the window, trying hard to adjust and adapt to the aftermath in his mind.

Memory removal is a very wonderful method, and its impact on psykers is even higher.

Ahriman clearly remembered that he had undergone a memory removal operation, but when he thought about why it was done, he only felt a sense of emptiness, as if a sinkhole had been dug out of his mind. .

Then, he looked at the stars of Sabis. He was very sure that he had just fought here, but the specific scenes of those battles... he couldn't remember them.

Great, looks like the surgery was a success.

At least there won't be any trouble in the future.

Ahriman rubbed his head, enjoying himself. Then, he saw Morgan push away as well, with his hair draped a little loosely on his shoulders, and his steps a little sloppy. He took two steps with great reluctance, and then leaned next to him. on the wall.

"how do you feel?"

Ahriman asked casually.

[It’s okay...they’re quite cooperative. 】

"……What?"

[No, it’s nothing. 】