Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Johnson stood on the only flat land left in the arena, watching the mortal named Morgan slowly walk away.

He just looked at her, squinting his eyes, letting his green pupils shine with light of thought and bloodthirsty, like a well-fed lion, calmly looking at the huge herd of beasts coming and going in the rainy season.

He looked at her, at the scornful cunning man, the overestimating eight-clawed spider, the lazy cat eager to use trivial tricks to counter the sharp teeth and claws, and watched her take the final step. He entered the corridor with quick steps and gradually disappeared from the end of his sight.

The Primarch of the First Legion closed his eyes and gave himself a very short rest.

Then he turned around.

【Come out. 】

The order echoed through the ruins, and as always, the order was not delayed for long.

Two figures soon slowly emerged from the shadows at the other end of the ruined arena. They were two dark angels who came to this private space from another secret door.

[Asmodeus. 】

The Primarch called one of his descendants, a warrior with long black hair and one of the few experimental think tank members of the First Legion.

He walked up quickly, bowed slightly to salute his genetic father, and stood aside. It was only then that the second warrior stepped forward.

The corners of Zhuang Sen's mouth curled up slightly.

【Cows. 】

"My lord."

Coswayen completely imprisoned himself under the pure black legion seal and hood. He saluted Jonson. It was just a normal etiquette, not the ancient ones that were popular and inherited among the Knights of Caliban. Tradition.

This is the special thing about this heir of the Lion Prince: Although he is also born in Caliban, Coswayne has very unusually no connection with the Knights of Caliban, and has not been contaminated with more harsh culture. This makes The Primarch had a special expectation for him.

In him, Jonson saw the possibility of bridging the too-large and obvious rift between his Calibans and the Terrans, although as the bloodshed of the Randan War became increasingly rampant, this possibility also Declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[How long have you been here? 】

"A Terran standard time, my lord, I am very sorry, but we cannot report to you the situation at that time."

[No, this is my problem. My training obviously timed out. Before that, I didn't expect it to take such a long time. 】

Johnson simply walked to the seat where Morgan was sitting just now and sat down as well. However, this seat specially prepared for the Astartes warriors was obviously not that suitable for the two guests one behind the other.

Jonson's knees were bent at an angle that was not very comfortable anyway, and Morgan couldn't even touch the ground. Her long riding boots could only sway randomly in mid-air, like a doll in the wind.

The Primarch's brows frowned visibly. He seemed to want to get up, but when he saw that the two heirs had followed his steps and came here, one on the left and one on the right, Zhuang Sen's brows twisted again. Some.

In the end, he maintained this sitting posture, as if everything was fine, with his back straight and exuding majesty.

The Primarch set his sights first on the think tank.

[Asmodeus, you have also seen the various performances of my sparring partner in the previous Terra Standard Time. Now, tell me what you think. 】

This order caused the think tank's expression to fall into a delicate state: his forehead wrinkled involuntarily due to memories, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows slowly gathered together, his mouth was pursed tightly, and the two The corners of the mouth turned downward, allowing the facial features to slowly squeeze together.

But at the next moment, everything suddenly exploded, revealing a relaxed, bitter smile.

He spoke, his voice more like a sigh.

"If we talk about the mastery and use of psychic powers, and how to better control the balance between these powers and the backlash they bring, sir, I dare not hide anything from you."

"I'm not as good as her, far inferior."

"In the Terra standard time just now, her various performances in grasping, using and balancing psychic energy were one of the most powerful and perfect cases I have ever seen, even those of the Thousand Sons The psykers of the Legion may not be as good as her. Perhaps, only the Emperor, Lord Magnus, who is also the Primarch, and the legendary Lord Sealbearer can possess such a great spirit. Can be gifted.”

"With all due respect, I have always thought that some of her moves and spells were impossible. Although she does seem to be hiding something, her inadvertent confidence, grasp and ease of use cannot be concealed."

"She's like...like a monster, a monster that was born knowing how to use psychic powers to show off its power."

Jonson didn't reply.

He just listened to his son's words, tilted his head, rubbed his long golden hair with one hand, and at the same time looked at the think tank in front of him. This veteran of the First Legion who came out of Terra was also the spiritual leader of the entire legion. A person who is one of the best in terms of ability.

[Can you guarantee the accuracy of every word you say, Asmodeus? 】

"I can't guarantee it, sir, because [psionic power] and [stability] themselves are incompatible enemies."

"But I can swear that every word of what I just said was what I meant."

Johnson nodded.

[How many people do you need if you want to fight her? 】

This question caused the Dark Angel's think tank to start thinking very seriously, and the other two people present did not urge him. Asmodeus's lips continued to move slightly, spitting out vague calculations and considerations.

Finally, he raised his head.

"If it's a pure psychic duel and we have the upper hand, at least it's a head-on confrontation."

"Five people, sir. I need at least five Terra think tanks with the same level as mine, as well as a dedicated anti-psionic team, with weapons that can temporarily confine space, and preparations to die together when necessary."

"Her power is completely at the level of [alaph]. Among psychics of this level, although very few can truly control their own power, once they do, their power will be extremely terrifying. .”

"As long as we give them enough time, a stable external environment and the necessary reasons, they can do anything we imagine: destroy Titans, ravage fleets, or even bring an entire or more worlds with her. Self-destruction due to thoughts.”

"Five people and a small team are the minimum configuration. If we consider safety, then, sir, the safest way is for you to lead the team yourself and let us limit all possibilities of her escape and strive for a fatal blow. "

The Primarch put his fingers to his lips, thinking about something, and finally, he nodded to his think tank.

[Very good, now, you need to go to the corridor, catch up with Hasfil and Alberin, and perform the necessary memory cleaning on my sparring partner. You can also bring other think tanks and anyone in this battleship. Think tank, this is what I allow. 】

[If you have any questions, report them immediately. 】

Asmodeus took the order and walked out quickly.

Zhuang Sen lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

Coswayen waited quietly until he felt from the bottom of his heart that his genetic father seemed to have been thinking for too long.

"Is there something wrong with that mortal... sir?"

【No. 】

Jonson raised his head.

[It’s not about whether there is a problem. 】

[Rather, there must be something wrong with her. 】

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[According to the information I obtained, my two blood brothers, Magnus and Perturabo, had contact with her on the Dawn Star, and the result was that Magnus personally appointed her as an advisor and wrote He wrote a letter of guarantee for her, and Perturabo served as the second guarantor. 】

[I'm not sure about the logic behind this. I'm not sure whether Magnus saw her problem, but I'm more willing to believe that he didn't see it, and neither did Perturabo. 】

[They were blinded by their own incredible stupidity and arrogance. 】

[And I am not surprised by this. 】

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Morgan was walking down the corridor, and she wasn't walking very fast.

After all, she is still a [casualty] now, a poor guy who has just undergone memory erasing surgery and can't help but get more injured.

Her figure left a darker shadow on the black wall, dragging all the way to the other end of the long corridor. The exhausted-looking lady just lowered her head, and chaotic psychic energy surrounded her. diffusion.

In front of her, Asmodeus was leading the way, but 90% of the think tank's attention was focused on the too dangerous colleague behind her.

But until he was led to Morgan's temporary room, everything was normal, so normal that it was... disappointing?

Asmodeus watched Morgan close the door and couldn't help but review everything in his mind: He brought half a dozen think tanks and performed this spell with great fanfare, accurately cleaning Morgan's memories of the past three Terra standards. Then brought her here.

Incredibly smooth...

The Dark Angel think tank nodded his head and searched carefully, but had to confirm: these memories are true, and Morgan is really... unusually cooperative.

Asmodeus's eyes once again passed across Morgan's room, this time with a little appreciation.

In the room, Morgan glanced at the pot of grape vines on the table that had just sprouted buds. She stretched out her hand and played with it slowly. Under the guidance of spiritual energy, the vine seemed to be alive, rubbing it in her palm. With.

Sometimes she wants to get a cat.

Listening to Asmodeus walking away, Morgan showed a smile.

This time, unlike the operation in the Sabis system, she did not touch the memory of Asmodeus or any Dark Angel think tank. On the Indomitable Truth, she did not want to take any risks yet.

For people like Zhuang Sen, small actions behind his back are more hateful than those in front of him.

Faced with the Dark Angel's psychic surgery, Morgan just chose a simple trick: Of course those Dark Angels would think the surgery was successful, because Morgan himself had "hidden" all his memories.

To put it simply, the psychic world of ordinary people is like a pond, but the one belonging to the Astartes Think Tank may be larger, like a lake.

The Dark Angel's think tank naturally carried out operations and inspections according to this standard. They dug three feet into the [pond] belonging to Morgan and confirmed the safety of everything.

But unfortunately, what they examined was nothing more than a scoop of water that Morgan scooped up from his own psychic ocean.

They don't know this, and even if they know it, they won't choose to believe it. After all, pebbles at the bottom of the river cannot imagine the dangers of huge waves.

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How pitiful...

As pathetic as she is.

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Coswayen felt it was difficult to breathe.

"You suspect...that this has something to do with Lord Magnus?"

[He doesn’t have the brains or the character. 】

Zhuang Sen stood up, stuck his sword on the seat where he was, and walked in the center of the ruins of the arena with his hands empty.

[If this person comes from the Thirteenth Legion, then I will think carefully about whether there is a little plan of my Ultramar brother behind her. 】

[And if she had served for the Luna Wolves, the situation would be better. Horus is a vain man who pursues publicity, and he prefers to use some superficial means. 】

[But Magnus...]

Coswayne could feel a cold sarcasm appearing on his genetic father's face.

[There is no one of my brothers standing behind her, but this does not prevent her from having problems. 】

"...Do you need me to bring someone to arrest her?"

【Why should we arrest? 】

Zhuang Sen turned his head and looked at his heir.

"After all, she is a... problematic person."

[Then, lock her up just in case? 】

"……Yes."

The Primarch patted Zi Si on the shoulder, and he spoke in an almost instructive tone.

[Not to mention that she is still wearing the identity of the Thousand Sons Legion, and she does have a certain use value. These are enough for me to tolerate her life before she officially commits stupidity. 】

[Moreover, if it is for the sake of safety and custody...]

[In this fleet, is there any place more suitable for detention than within my sight? Where is it safer than the edge of my sword? 】

【in case? Isn’t that what I’m doing now? 】

Coswayne was speechless for a moment.

Before he could form new words, his genetic father just waved his hand and issued his order.

[Save her a room on the Indomitable Truth. 】

【Then……】

He thought for a moment and looked at his heir again.

[What position did my brother give her? 】

"Hmm...mortal senior advisor."

[Not a bad position. It just so happens that I also lack a mortal advisor in psychic matters. Even if I borrow her from my brother Magnus for a while. 】

[His consultant is good, I will use it here first. 】

【I believe he won't mind. 】