Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Do you feel it, Apocalypse?"

"That son of yours seems to have brought something extraordinary."

"That invisible sun: Does he want to kill everyone present?"

When he, as the Emperor's envoy, holds the Emperor's scepter in his hand and speaks the Emperor's mantra, standing like a statue in the middle of the battlefield where Guilliman and Mortarion are fighting each other, the one who holds the seal is always looking at him. They were all focused on Magnus, who had already left the scene.

There is no other reason. In the eyes of psychic masters like the Palmist, Magnus at this time is more dazzling than everyone in the venue, including all other Primarchs put together: the invisible sun is like a sword. Inserted in the center of his two hearts, it looked like a time bomb that could be detonated at any time.

Does Prospero realize that he is walking with death?

Under the cover of the hood, Machado had a cold gaze in the shadows: Although in his past knowledge, Magnus had never been a disgusting guy. Although he seemed innocent and straightforward, He is still considered a kind person among the emperor's descendants, at least he has no flaws in his character.

But now, the Palmist finds that his past conclusions were too hasty: stupidity is a flaw that can obscure all advantages, and arrogant stupidity is even worse.

Regardless of whether Magnus intentionally brought this damn sun to the bustle of Nicaea, he should pay the price for this matter: but a more terrifying speculation is swirling in his mind, That is, does Morgan have anything to do with this matter?

If it was indeed the Spider Queen who was secretly instigating Magnus to bring such a horrific suicide attack to the Emperor, then Holy Terra would have to prepare for a rebellion involving three to five Legions. : The Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar will be united without question, with the Night Lords and World Eaters as their humble servants.

Centrists like the Raven Guard, Iron Warriors, and Forge World Reza may weigh their positions, but they have no shortage of reasons to fall to the Far East: in all the reasoning for the rebellion, this combination is Macca What you least want to encounter.

This will not be an easy war, and Terra must do her best: they will lose almost the entire Far Eastern Segmentum the moment the war begins, and every fortress from the Maelstrom to Salamas will become an empire. It was a bloody battlefield for the army, and they might have to pay the price of two or three Primarchs and their legions before they could achieve final victory.

No: maybe more.

Morgan will not be short of troops and production capacity: the Ultramarines, Night Lords and World Eaters are all legions known for their excellent gene seeds, and the Far Eastern Frontier under Morgan's rule is a well-known source of troops. They can pull To create an army equal to that of the Imperium, there would be millions of rebel Astartes fighting bloody battles with loyalist armies.

As for production capacity: whether it is Reza who just placed the statue of the Spider Queen next to Omnisiah and then worshiped together, or the triple Farr who has always been unknown but has been infiltrated by Morgan into his own private property, or It was the [Forge World Allies] under Guilliman's command who obeyed him like slaves, which destined the two Primarchs to have enough ability to flood the entire galaxy with explosive bombs and gunpowder.

In addition, the fleet, psychic powers, or mortal supporters will not be the shortcomings of Morgan and Guilliman: in fact, in addition to their having an additional Emperor, Malcador cannot think of divine Terra has a huge advantage when facing the forces of the Far East.

Within two or three generations, the Spider Queen and Lord Macragge have created a new and terrifying kingdom in the Galactic East, a mirror image of the Human Empire: However, most people are not aware of this and still regard They are viewed as two independent entities with checks and balances, rather than an alliance that can be merged at any time.

In other words, they see it, but they dare not point it out.

Just like him.

Even the Sealmaster himself could only pretend to be carefully observing the back and forth between Guilliman and Mortarion on the surface, and then secretly revealed his psychic perspective, glancing at Morgan's face as if unintentionally. Direction?

Malcador has long been unable to do anything with this [Emperor's eldest daughter].

Fortunately for him, he clearly saw Morgan sitting there, staring in the direction of Magnus with his brows furrowed, and he had already covered himself with a thick psychic barrier: At least it shows that Morgan is also unaware of Magnus' behavior.

Malcador breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to go through another war that needed to be erased.

But while he was relaxing, more confusion and anger surged into his mind: when a certain Macragge and a certain Barbarus were discussing whether psychic power could increase the death rate of the imperial army. Has it increased or declined?] Each of them raised their reference materials on this question. When the same room was fighting and fighting each other, the thoughts of the palm-printer were quietly walking through the fierce battlefield where saliva was flying.

"You can't convince me, Guilliman. I have ample data and arguments here: every year, millions of human soldiers are killed or forced to retire due to the psychic rampage of their fellow think tanks. A psyker's Loss of control often threatens the entire formation of the mortal auxiliary army. I can find 13,700 extreme cases related to this."

"Then you are absolutely wrong, brother. I can find three times the cases proving that the presence of psykers will reduce the death rate of soldiers, and I would like to point out again: in the more than 30,000 typical cases you just cited, In about 29,000 times, the reason why psykers went berserk was not because of themselves, but because of the mistakes of their commanders or comrades: you deliberately cut this part of the information so that the jury here can only Hear what you want to say."

"That's nonsense, Guilliman, in the Death Guard's March Diary..."

"I now have a march diary of the Death Guard Legion in my hand: don't worry about where it came from, but I spent three months studying it before the meeting, and I am obsessed with every record in it. I know it by heart, and I haven’t found any record that can forcefully overturn my previous remarks.”

"How arrogant? Don't you know that I am in the world of Kayol..."

"You can talk about your encounters with those alien wizards and their tyranny, my brother Mortarion, but before that, I hope you understand another thing: a simple thing that even a child should understand. reason."

Guilliman shook his head and once again interrupted Mortarion rudely. Judging from the Macragge's expression, he didn't think it was so rude: it was like an adult interrupting Just like a child's nonsense, this is just a little impatient and helpless.

"First of all, there is no need for you to repeatedly mention the conquests on the world of Khayol. I respect the contribution of the Death Guard Legion, but this will only make your argument poor and weak: when I finish citing examples, It’s really frustrating that you are still holding on to something from decades ago, brother.”

"Secondly, we all know that the world of Kayol is a place where a small group of wizards use tyranny to enslave a large number of fellow humans: Do you think I haven't seen a world like this? I fought for the entire human race in the Great Crusade of the Ultramarines. The Imperium has regained the most territory (a statement that made at least a third of the Primarchs frown), and every Ultramarine under my command has seen a world like Kajol."

"Not only that, you can also ask every primarch brother present and the legionnaires under their command, ask every army general and navy marshal who led the army in battle: each of them has commanded the army and eliminated out-of-control situations. Humans or wizards of the opposite sex, and this is only an insignificant part of the Great Crusade."

"Moreover, what leads to these wizard tyranny is often the decline of human civilization itself, the collective invasion of the entire alien race, or the deep-rooted economic decline and cultural decadence: countless tyrants and slave owners have emerged from the corpses of the Age of Strife. "And gangsters, there is no need for you to put a magnifying glass in front of all of us, so that we can only see those who practice witchcraft and ignore the other victims."

"We all know that some tyrants are able to maintain rule in several galaxies because of their fleets. Their harm is far greater than most so-called wizards: Do we have to condemn the navy of the human empire and the heroic people for this? Captain and sailors?"

"I have also witnessed no less than a hundred criminal groups who rely on inferior cyborg legions to do evil things: If we label the cyborg surgery as a heresy because of this, then how should we face those who fight for us and for the Emperor? And what about the Astartes warriors?"

"The same reason: some tyrants rely on the army to rule, some rely on countless mechanical legions to do evil, and some tyrants can dominate for hundreds of years just because they master one or two ancient technologies that have been lost. If If we hate the power of these tyrants because of their actions, how should we fight to build the Galactic Empire we have today?"

"No fleet? No transformation? Or not collecting ancient technology?"

"What's the difference between psychic energy and them?"

"Those tyrants who use their psychic powers to make tens of billions of people suffer are indeed worthy of hatred, but this is not the reason for you to hate power itself, my brother Mortarion: your behavior is like seeing science and technology The progress of science has caused more soldiers to die on the battlefield, thus turning around and hating scientific progress itself.”

"Your starting point is simply wrong."

"Don't get confused, Guilliman!"

When the very logical voice of Macragge continued to echo in the hall, making thousands of onlookers nod secretly because of the countless examples given by the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds and his unquestionable eloquence, Only Mortarion, standing opposite Guilliman, still stubbornly maintained his point of view: he was the most determined of all opponents.

"I know you want to tell us that power is power, and power itself is sinless, but this sentence is wrong, brother: some power needs to be paid a huge price to obtain, and those who can master it are strong-willed and capable. He is a hero of rational thinking, but some of his powers are inherently unstable. The person who gets him is most likely to rely on luck rather than ability. "

"You try to confuse psionics with other powers at our disposal, Guilliman, but this is precisely where you are most wrong: psionics are not the same as science and technology or fleets, which require rich knowledge and a strong will. To truly master their power, and psychic power is damn random, there is a great possibility that it will be mastered by a scum whose mind is not worthy of controlling such a powerful power."

"And then, cause disaster."

"Indeed, from your point of view, such a probability is not terrible, but you have to know that a thousand-mile dike breaks in an ant nest, and ignoring any tiny mistake will cause devastating consequences: in the world of psychic energy, it is too easy. In the face of a force that is too powerful and inherently unstable, even sober people will make mistakes, and people with evil intentions will fall quickly. "

"You want us to believe that psychic power itself is as infallible as other powers, but in fact: there are no preconditions for its use rules, extremely irregular development trends, and it itself has great randomness: For the human empire we are dreaming of building with the theme of order and stability, aren’t these three words wrong in themselves?”

"Guilliman, your words are like saying that because it is the gunman who kills people, not the gun in the gunman's hand, the gun is blameless: but in fact, aren't guns designed to kill people? What if What’s the difference between allowing psychic energy to continue to circulate and allowing guns to proliferate?”

“If everyone with evil intentions can easily get a gun, then the whole world will not be able to have a peaceful day: you can praise the value of guns in war, but you cannot ignore its harm to peace. The same is true of the spiritual energy before us."

"In the future, I don't see any serious need for psychic powers and think tanks in the human empire."

"They've done more than work."

"That's because you are short-sighted!"

Guilliman clenched his fists.

"I can make you admit right now that the empire must use think tanks."

"They are irreplaceable!"

"Then you should show it."

The Lord of Death spread his arms.

"What? Don't your references give you confidence in this regard?"

"I thought your infiltration of the Legions would help you more, Guilliman."

"That's normal, bro."

The Macragge took the sarcasm more gracefully than Mortarion could have imagined.

“Some things are destined not to be clearly expressed with words and data.”

After saying this, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds bowed slightly in the direction of the person holding the seal.

"Your Excellency Malcador, I hope to be given three to five minutes of preparation time."

"Can."

The palm bearer nodded.

He just needed some free time to communicate with Apocalypse behind him.

"What's your opinion, Lord of Death?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

Mortarion shook his head.

"I just want to know early: What reasons can Guilliman give me that I can't refuse?"

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"Isn't there one right in front of you?"

After Guilliman chose to turn around and leave to prepare a reason for Mortarion that he could not refuse, everyone present took a short rest: except for Morgan, Horus and Jaghatai. Apart from Khan and others running hurriedly in the shadows, more mortals and bystanders devoted their energy to resting and whispering.

But this does not include Malcador.

When Guilliman's figure disappeared into the human wall composed of Morgan and the chief think tanks of each legion, and Mortarion could not wait to return to his shadow to continue discussing the next plan with Leman Russ, The person holding the seal is still like the same stone statue, standing silently and firmly in the center of the field. The emperor's scepter shone brightly in his palm, and no one dared to look directly at this sacred light: and under the cover of this emperor's light, Malcador's soul quietly floated to the place that maintained silence and majesty throughout the process. In the ears of the Lord of Mankind.

"Did you hear me, Apocalypse."

+ I’ve heard it a long time ago. +

The Emperor sat on the throne, his armor shining as brightly as his pupils. Even arrogant people like Mortarion or Magnus did not dare to look directly at their father: he was like a real existence. The sun descends mercifully in the middle of the ignorant world.

But this scene is exactly what worries the Imprinter the most right now: he knows very well that the sun-like appearance is just a disguise made by the Lord of Mankind using his spiritual power, but to a certain extent it is also the essence of the Emperor. In Asia, From the perspective of space, the Lord of Humanity is exactly a cold and ruthless sun.

And this is the problem.

"If you heard my warning just now, you should be cautious now, Apocalypse."

"Except for you, I have never seen a ruthless sun in the warp again: we all know that this is a power that only belongs to you, but now, your son Magnus actually comes with an equally ruthless sun. What’s even more terrifying is that when we are in front of us..."

The palm bearer took a deep breath.

"At least to me: that sun looks almost the same as you."

"What's going on? Apocalypse?"

Malcador had to admit that his spirit and worldview were briefly shaken: the more carefully he observed the sun hidden in Magnus's chest, the more convinced he became that it was connected to the Emperor's subspace. The incarnation is almost identical in existence.

When Malcador turned back, in his third eye, he could see the cold and ruthless sun still surrounding the Emperor, but in the direction of Magnus, in addition to its size, Almost the same cold sun was shining on his eyes.

They are exactly the same.

Even the breath is the breath of the emperor.

Indeed, there was a sense of decay or something wrong, but other places were too similar: Malcador even wondered whether the Emperor had performed operations such as splitting souls in the past, and then separated the split souls. Carefully forgotten in the subspace.

He can do this kind of thing.

"Not even your precious daughter dares to get too close to Magnus now."

Malcador chuckled lightly, but it did not dissipate the heaviness in his heart at all.

"Can you give me an explanation, Tianqi?"

"You're just saying that you changed your mind and planned to let Magnus win a big victory here?"

+...+

The Emperor never responded, and he maintained a strange and dangerous silence: the Markbearer was sure that the Lord of Mankind had been staring in Magnus's direction. He was neither angry nor panicked, but was trapped in Reached a state of long thinking.

He seemed...confused?

+...+

Malcador could feel the emperor's lips mumbling something at this time. This was not the result of thinking, but more like he instinctively pronounced her name after seeing something, and then shook his head to deny his answer. : This process was repeated many times, until Malcador's soul came closer, enduring the heat, and could clearly hear the string of words in the emperor's mouth.

+The Lord of Darkness...+

The Emperor whispered the name, his eyes fixed on Magnus' smile.

"The Dark Lord?"

Macado repeated it, and then frowned.

The Lord of Darkness…

What is the Dark Lord?

Hiss...that's not right...

He must know: his cerebral cortex reacted to this name. He had at least heard of it some time ago and knew what the name represented. But when he thought about it more carefully, he found that he Really don't know anything.

Did he forget the name? Or is this just some illusion?

In the waves of subspace, it is not inconceivable that everything is true or false.

But the Lord of Darkness...

The name gave him the creeps.

He must have heard of it, heard of it at some time in the past, and feared it.

"What are you talking about, Apocalypse?"

The palmer tried hard to suppress the trembling in his soul senses.

+The Lord of Darkness. +

+That should be...the Lord of Darkness. +

The Emperor's voice returned to normal.

+ Magnus brought it. +

"What is darkness..."

The Sealmaster was about to ask more questions, but the Emperor suddenly interrupted him.

+Makado, my friend. +

"I am here."

The palm bearer suddenly woke up: it had been a long time since he had felt such a prepared aura from the emperor's body.

+Did my daughter Morgan ask us for a halftime break? +

"Indeed: but you have to wait until Guilliman and Mortarion have decided the winner."

+When resting, I will ask all the originals to leave the hall, and you need to complete another thing: except for those absolutely trustworthy subordinates and allies, you must remove all other originals while they are resting. All the bystanders were cleared out, and the following meeting had nothing to do with them.

"That's tens of thousands of people."

+ I don’t care what reason you use to get them to leave the palace of Nicaea. +

+ I will ask the Imperial Guard to cooperate with you, and those who stubbornly disobey will disappear. +

"All right."

Malcador didn't argue.

"Then you have to tell me first, what exactly is Apocalypse: Lord of Darkness?"

+Don’t you know? +

"I obviously should have known: if someone hadn't modified my memory."

The person holding the seal laughed angrily. He was not angry because of it. The erasure of certain memories was just a trivial trauma he encountered when he chose to follow the emperor and empress: he knew that some memories, even for him, were Taboos that should definitely not be remembered.

Is the same true for the Lord of Darkness?

Malcador waited for an answer: as soon as the Emperor affirmed it, he would immediately delete the word from his mind again.

+Actually...I don't know either. +

"……What?"

The palm-printer was even stunned for a moment.

+I don’t know either, my friend. +

the Emperor repeated.

+I have also: To be precise, I have forgotten the concept of the Lord of Darkness. +

+At least at this stage, I will never remember what he is. +

"In other words, you also..."

+Yes, just like you. +

The Emperor nodded.

+ I used to know this concept, and I am very sure that I should be the person with the clearest concept of the Dark Lord in the entire galaxy, but at some point in the past, I chose to actively seal up my memory of the Dark Lord: I still I would react to this name, but I no longer know the connotation of the Dark Lord. +

+At least I don’t know now: but I will probably think of it again in the future. +

+ In other words, the me in the past didn’t want me to be able to think of this word at this stage. +

"What's this?"

+ Deceiving oneself and others. +

The Emperor replied calmly.

+This is nothing, my friend. +

+You have to know, Malcador: For the weak, self-deception is often the last effective means to protect themselves. +

+ And now, at least on this issue about the Lord of Darkness. +

+ I, the Emperor, am a weakling. +

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Ah, I have been having a high fever these past two days because of the drop in temperature. My body temperature has been between 38 and 39, and I am in a very bad state (but I don’t have a leave slip anymore). Today, my condition has recovered a little bit, and my body temperature is finally coming down to normal, so I will make up for the past in the next few days.

In addition, note: Because the Dark Lord is a relatively rare concept, and GW will obviously not explain or set it anymore, so when it comes to the Dark Lord, I will use a lot of private settings.

Well, I will try to explain it reasonably.