Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 677 I Want to Become an Immortal! (1/2)

"I don't know if you have ever been curious about one thing before, Morgan."

"The Emperor, our father of genes, what kind of means and what kind of raw materials did he use to create such a perfect work as us: even Lorgar is an individual who can look down on the galaxy, and his most despicable place is more noble than the entire galaxy. This is a very amazing chain effect."

"From the perspective of biological science."

At this point, Perturabo's voice stopped abruptly. He ended with a secretly complacent hum, leaving a large blank time for his blood relatives to think, be confused, and feel unstoppable about the unknown questions and answers he had drawn out.

This kind of anxiety from another smart person, especially a smart person who has been recognized by him, Perturabo, is the emotion that the Lord of Steel likes to feel the most. This ensures the thing he desires most in his heart: that is, among all the outstanding people, Perturabo is still the best one in general.

He was the eagle that flew the highest. This spontaneous sense of victory was as sweet as the thin, pure air on the mountain top.

The Lord of Steel watched silently. The sweetness he longed for was rippling in the pupils of the Spider Queen. The blue lake nourished Perturabo's soul: he was right to stop for Morgan. The sister in front of him was the one who could best understand his greatness among all his blood brothers.

Of course, Dorn could do it, Horus and Jonson were also okay, and Magnus was not without his merits: but they were all too proud, too stubborn, and too blind, especially Dorn. His praise was of the highest value, but his mouth was as hard as stone.

Only the greatest achievements in the galaxy could pry open the mouths of the Invites and make them willingly praise them, but such achievements must be alive and visible. Dorn could not understand the value of the fantasy and conception that was castles in the air but had epoch-making significance. Even the greatest philosopher in human history would starve to death in his country.

This is where Dorn is inferior to him.

Perturabo raised his head, his vision easily passed over Morgan's head, even completely above her skull: when the Spider Queen's iconic silver hair completely disappeared from the pupils of the Lord of Steel, the parade building standing at the end of the field of vision, wrapped in a unique rudeness and rigor, hit Perturabo's eye sockets.

It is indeed Dorn's work.

The Lord of Steel shook his head, with contempt and praise in his heart.

He knew that starting tomorrow, billions of warriors and thousands of Titans, knights and armored vehicles would walk in unison through the spectacle made of gold and marble. The parade ceremony of Ullanor would last for a whole month. Under the iron-gray sky, the Emperor and the Primarch must spend eighteen hours a day on the terrace overlooking the entire parade team as if they were completing a mission.

Only in this way can they ensure that every soldier who comes here can see the faces of the Emperor and the Primarch from afar: Dorn and the mortal bureaucrats under Marcodo spent almost the same amount of time to arrange all this. He also directed the construction of the entire parade ground to ensure that it was completed before the deadline. Only the Mechanicus was his only ally.

As for the final result: at least from Perturabo's perspective, except that it was too monotonous and lacked necessary decorations, it could indeed be called perfect.

People all thought so.

But the only point of contention was that Dorn did not reserve a seat for anyone: according to the mortals' ideas, next to the parade terrace that only the Emperor and the Primarch could ascend, there should be a large audience seat. After all, the dignitaries of the entire human empire are now gathered on Ullanor, waiting to participate in the Warmaster Ceremony and the Nikaea Assembly in a few days. Regardless of their status and achievements, these mortals all think that they are qualified to sit down and then observe the meritorious soldiers from all over the empire.

But Dorn didn't think so: this made his reputation deteriorate rapidly in these days.

Perturabo chuckled: he had to admit that he admired Dorn more and more.

"However, there is one thing that Dorn can never beat us."

"He doesn't think like us."

The Lord of Steel smiled and tapped his own temple, and his erratic gaze returned to Morgan: Perturabo knew his blood relative very well. He knew that Morgan would always limit his thinking time to a certain amount when talking to others, and would stop at the right time even if he couldn't come up with an answer.

Three, two, one.

The Lord of Steel counted down in his heart. He had just swallowed the last number. As expected, the blue-green pupils in front of him, which were still a little confused, instantly regained clarity. The slender eyebrows covered the rotating eyeballs, and the slender white fingers carefully stroked the strands on the ends of her hair: this was Morgan confirming her thinking results.

She really realized something: just because of his few words of advice.

Seeing this, Perturabo turned around calmly and stroked the connector on his head with a hint of pride.

"What did you think of?"

[Not much. ]

Morgan was modest as usual.

"Then tell me one by one."

The Lord of Steel seemed very patient.

[First of all, you are hinting to me that we are not the product of natural evolution. Of course everyone knows this. We all know that we originated from the Emperor's laboratory and have the same blood in different genetic test tubes: but what is really true? What matters is the inference that follows. 】

Morgan's vision was deflected, and there was a hint of wariness hidden in his pupils.

[Throw away those lines of reasoning that are not necessary to explain one by one, and just talk about the results: My dear brother Perturabo, do you want to tell me with these words that our father lacks some ideas that are not in the real world? Did they come from other places, or to put it simply, from the raw materials and methods of subspace, to create our twenty Primarchs? 】

[You want to tell me that not only are we not human beings, we are not even “creatures”? 】

"clever."

Perturabo sighed in a low voice.

"I thought it would take me more than ten minutes to talk to you."

【well enough. 】

Morgan suppressed her expression and worked hard to calculate the progress in her mind: This is not easy. She has not pretended to be a [skilled beginner] for a long time.

[As long as we restrain the instinctive anger when facing this kind of reality, hold back the nausea and blame the results on ourselves, the remaining steps are not too difficult: To be honest, I think most of our brothers are not very happy with us. The origin and origin of the Primarch were actually vaguely known, but in the past, we all chose to turn a blind eye. 】

"That's right."

Perturabo nodded.

"Think about it, Morgan."

"We Primarchs, our strength is often measured in tons. Even lifting a Titan is not impossible. Our reaction and thinking speed make the most extraordinary electronic instruments pale in comparison. Our vitality is enough to withstand defeat. We can use the calculations in our heads to maintain an entire apocalyptic battle in the offensive of fortresses and even hives. We can use our charisma to quell the disputes of thousands of generations. We can also survive in a pure void environment. Radiation and Lack of oxygen is not that fatal."

“We can even fly, we can partially regenerate our bodies, we can see the future, we can make people completely forget our existence, we can make millions of people believe in bullshit religions with just a few nonsense words, we can be born with a mother, we can He can always see the huge star on the other side of the star. He can stay in the wilderness for ten years without completely degenerating. He can stay in the city for ten years without evolving at all. He can be locked in an arena and be defeated by an unknown alien. , can be stupid enough to worship the subspace, and still have an endless stream of sons. "

"Seriously, if all of the above are allowed to be concentrated on the same individual from the perspectives of physics, politics, war, statistics, etc., biology will never think that this individual will be A human being.”

"That's the problem."

Perturabo spread his fingers in a helpless gesture.

"After all, the self-thinking position given to us by the Emperor has always been [human]. To accept that we are not human at all, but a completely opposite monster, is actually not a simple matter for us. Me too. It took me a long time to force myself to admit my true identity.”

"But it is undeniable that since I woke up on Olympia, had a clear will, and met a mortal for the first time, I have begun to doubt my true identity: I believe most people are like this, As for you, my dear sister Morgan, your process may be a little more complicated and tortuous, but I believe you had a vague sense of it a long time ago.”

【Indeed. 】

"However, there is one exception."

Perturabo paused suddenly.

[You mean Guilliman? 】

"Yes, Guilliman."

At the mention of this name, the smile on the Lord of Steel's face froze for a moment.

"He was always the exception."

"Among all the brothers, perhaps only Guilliman still stubbornly believes that my father and we are all strange humans. I remember he once told me this inference: He felt that the Emperor represents the future among humans. A mutant individual of the evolutionary trend, and we, the genetic originals, are all driven by the so-called Darwinian theory of evolution and have inherited his mutant genetic characteristics for nineteen bloodlines."

[He can tell it. 】

The Spider Queen couldn't help but smile. She really didn't know these things before: Morgan rarely discussed matters about the Emperor or the subspace with Guilliman, and this was purely for the sake of her own blood pressure.

[However, he should also have some memories of the laboratory, right? 】

"Is this..."

Perturabo's face suddenly became quite strange, as if he had thought of a vulgar joke that was difficult to tell.

"He does. I once had a very brief experience of fighting side by side with the Ultramarines Legion. During this period, we discussed this issue for almost two hours: Guilliman's answer to me was that he believed that we people They are all products similar to in vitro fertilization, so they have the memory of the laboratory.”

[That’s an explanation. 】

Morgan was a little distracted.

[Then how should he explain the situation where we were once so far apart: Our genetically mutated old father has finally created a lot of good sons who are genetically mutated like him, just to align themselves with the direction of the Milky Way and engage in an impossible battle. Scoring space bowling? 】

"Then why do you think it is?"

[A subspace storm so huge that it can affect the real universe. 】

Morgan wasn't lying: that's what she thought all along.

And if not, she would have to kill a few people for this: Could it be that someone really threw these Primarchs into the crazy and dark galaxy, right? And this person happens to be their blood relative?

What is this? A new character who appears to push the story to eight o'clock?

Sounds like a good idea to feed to Conrad.

Perturabo shook his head.

"A reasonable explanation. I am willing to believe this explanation now, but Guilliman told me his thinking a long time ago, a set of answers that sounded very humane: He felt that it was simply because of the Emperor's in vitro fertilization. The plan did not obtain the prior consent of, um, the other party that provided the genes, so it was sabotaged by the other party in the final stages of the plan.”

【……】

"Morgan?"

【……】

"What's wrong? Morgan?"

[No, it’s nothing. 】

The Spider Queen coughed, her face still looking dull as before: I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Perturabo explained Guilliman's wild speculations to her, she seemed to really hear it in her mind. That long smile that has been missing for a long time?

The dark blue one?

The original body blinked and then noticed that the corners of his mouth were stiff.

【I'm just a little...】

"Ah, it's okay."

Perturabo waved his hand.

"To tell you the truth, I was also fooled by Guilliman's words at the beginning. He just described something with a nose and eyes. It sounded very logical, like something a stupid mortal could do. : Until you and I started our cooperation plan.”

"On the veil of destiny, remember?"

[You mean my Anya? 】

At the bottom of the Spider Queen's pupils, which were as turbulent as lake water, there was a rare and obvious emotional fluctuation: Due to the sensitive situation on the surface of Ullanor, Morgan deliberately left her eldest daughter on the battleship, so she I haven't seen Aniya for several days. Although I haven't felt much about it since I was busy on weekdays, but now that Perturabo suddenly mentioned her, Morgan's longing for her surged up.

Um……

This seemed to be a feeling she had never had for the Dawnbreakers.

It's... strange.

"Yes, she is really a successful work."

The Lord of Steel's breathing was filled with his unique sense of pride.

"In fact, Morgan: Whenever we have time to see each other during our busy missions, I will make special efforts to observe her and observe her changes and behavior. I originally thought that she could only live for ten to fifteen years. Then she had to undergo transformation and restart, but not only did she survive much longer than I imagined, but her strength, her wisdom, and even the complex emotions she gradually developed, all proved more and more in my mind That guess.”

He stopped and looked at Morgan with a hint of complicated... admiration?

Morgan knew the sentiment, of course: she had never seen it here in Perturabo.

"You know what, Morgan: when you stand in front of me and show me how to use your psychic powers to pull out so-called soul fragments and brain thoughts, you can make a biologically brain-dead person with almost nothing but The skin is still a physical tissue, a creation of pure technology and metal, and has almost the same thinking logic and spiritual emotions as human beings.”

"Do you know how shocked I was to see all this with my own eyes?"

"It was like a scientist seeing Frankenstein come to life!"

The muscles on the corners of the original body's mouth twisted in an unnatural pattern. The strange scene was like seeing a group of steel bars dancing. He raised his arms with a fanatical emotion, slowly and firmly clenched his fists, completely Not minding the pain of the creaking sound.

“At that time, I was completely immersed in the joy of success, but later, after I formally said goodbye to you, when I calmed down and thought about it again, I felt more and more how incredible this scene was: We actually created a new life! An existence outside the evolutionary system! What matters is not the trivial things like resurrection or 100% physical transformation, but how she grows up in the future..."

"soul!"

"The physical universe is unsolvable and uncreatable to this day."

"But there is no doubt that each of us has a soul, whether it is you or me, or each of our brothers."

"soul……"

He bit the word tightly, like a hungry man biting into the bread he had picked up.

"This is the most important thing. In the following decades, I have been trying to reproduce the process of making your soul, but all attempts have failed without exception. I have used all the knowledge I know and exhausted all my efforts. I have exhausted the possibilities of mathematics and physics, but let alone the light of success, I have not even been able to find the right path in the darkness.”

"That's when I started to wonder how we were born."

【Clear thinking. 】

Morgan echoed softly.

[You think that our birth is accompanied by psychic energy and subspace elements behind it, because you have tried all the ideas in the real universe and they have all failed. 】

"This is the only explanation."

The Lord of Steel nodded. He still seemed to be brooding over his failures decades ago.

"That period was the most difficult. I once wanted to ask you for help, but we didn't meet often. The heavy tasks left me no time."

This is a lie.

Morgan looked away.

It's absolutely impossible that he doesn't have time: Perturabo simply doesn't want to lose face. If he hadn't achieved some results that satisfied his self-esteem, he would never have come to Morgan to look like a scholar. Discussing their previous careers.

The Lord of Steel likes to learn, but he never likes being a student.

【Then what? 】

"Then……"

The primarch took a deep breath.

"Then, as my reward for annihilating the Hrud, you, me, and Dorne fought side by side: the Emperor took me to his library."

When he said these words, a sun bloomed on Perturabo's face. Morgan had seen countless times how the Lord of Steel was proud and arrogant in front of her, but all the excitement and joy were far worse than Not as happy as Perturabo at this moment: he was showing off to Morgan a reward that came from the Emperor and would not be given to anyone else.

Obviously, this is an existence that makes the Lord of Steel happier than ten thousand victories.

"You should remember that the two of us were on the Emperor's flagship."

[How could it be forgotten? 】

Morgan concealed the low pressure in his eyes.

While you were reading, I spent tens of thousands of hours fooling around with that old bastard.

【What kind of place is that? 】

"It's hard to describe."

Perturabo hesitated in a rare moment, not pretending to be reserved, but really hesitating.

"I once wanted to draw it, or describe its existence through words, but I found that I couldn't do either of these things. It is a space like a moving maze. The internal space is so vast that even after turning a corner, I can directly encounter it. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a knight mecha.”

"I once doubted whether I was still on the Emperor's Dream, because I insisted on moving in the same direction, at least 17 or 18 kilometers, but still did not reach the end, but when I returned At that time, I swear I only walked three or four kilometers before I saw the starting point.”

"The distance is totally wrong."

Morgan's expression gradually solidified, while Perturabo was still trying to recall.

"But the real problem is that the library is very automated. It is very dark. There are no permanent lights in most places. The sensor lights only light up when I stand nearby. When I stop to read somewhere, I almost Things that are a hundred meters away can no longer be seen clearly: This is also the main problem that makes it feel like a maze to me, because several times, I have just finished reading a very exciting book, and then I went back through my memory to read it again. When I read it, I discovered that I was walking on the exact same path in my memory, but what was there was another book.”

【Is this the case every time? 】

"No, not until I read some really wonderful books."

"If you really want to say it, the knowledge in these books is often designed in very... strange areas."

[For example? 】

"Well...mostly related to the occult, history and war."

"Fortunately, I can remember most of the content after reading it once, but I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something: some books that I should have read, but I only remember reading but not the content. , Of course, this may also be my misunderstanding.”

The primarch tilted his head.

"You know, I have a photographic memory."

【……】

Morgan blinked.

[Perturabo: Are you sure that's the Emperor's library? 】

"That's for sure."

The Lord of Steel nodded without hesitation.

"The double-headed eagle of the Empire and the Emperor's personal emblem can be seen everywhere there. Although it may be due to disrepair, the emblems in some places have gradually corroded and turned black. I suspect that they belong to the Emperor's private library, because The classification is cumbersome and messy, with so much dust that no one has taken care of it, and it involves a mixture of good and bad in many aspects.”

【Many aspects? 】

"Yes, religion, history, some strange personal biographies and logbooks, industrial knowledge and the classics of physics: but above all a number of strange drawings, some of which opened my eyes."

The original body's face froze.

"But the most important of them is a drawing that fuses soul and metal. It is it that opened my mind and made me question the technology used by the Emperor when he created us. The language on it is obscure and difficult to understand. I It took a lot of effort to translate a small part of it.”

"In general, it is a volume of drawings responsible for creating war weapons: first, build a pure metal shell, and then use some very strange technologies. I am not sure if you have ever used them when you made Virgo. The same technology will come from subspace in the future... The last part has been worn away. I can only speculate that something from subspace, maybe a lost soul or something else, was stuffed into this metal Inside the shell, confine it and it can fight for you.”

【……】

Morgan blinked, and a drop of sweat quietly slid down the side of her ear.

Why does this thing sound so familiar to her?

[It... What is it called? ]

"The name is weird."

Perturabo smiled.

"It's called the Demon Engine."

"Maybe it's an adjective. After all, this method does sound quite demonic."

[......]

(According to the new theory, the first Demon Engine was created by Moravec [yes, the Moravec in the Moravec cellar on Mars], and whether the Emperor is Moravec is a typical Warhammer Schrödinger. I will assume that the Emperor knows the Demon Engine technology.)

(There will be another chapter later)