Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Training, reflection and consideration.

All of this is just a fragment, a few insignificant moments in a long time.

Beyond these far-reaching thoughts is the most common, eternal, and powerful part of the galaxy.

war.

The war never stops.

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Whether it is the brutal strangulation of the Sabis galaxy or the fragments of iron and blood shed in countless galaxies and worlds over the past several Terra standard months, they cannot stop the rampage of war, but instead feed this greedy and barbaric beast more and more. The ferocious beast keeps craving for more blood.

Listening to the Emperor's orders, several Legions of Astartes and hundreds of millions of Imperial auxiliaries are spread across the most desolate corners of the galaxy, piling the heads of Randan warriors into hills to show off their illustrious martial arts.

And behind this monument of victory, enough human blood to irrigate countless worlds flows freely everywhere on the battlefield. There are millions of simple tombs that have been hastily erected. There are countless once prosperous and stable human worlds. Under the iron heel of the Ran Dan Empire, it turned into a living flesh and blood workshop.

Everyone was bleeding.

Humanity is bleeding, and Randan is bleeding too.

But these were not enough to make the leaders of all the legions surrender, nor were they enough to make the two empires eager to conquer the galaxy give up the possibility of continuing to fight and rule.

More and more sighting reports piled up on the Primarch's desk, and more and more profane fleets emerged from the shadows at the edge of the galaxy.

News of the annihilation of the expedition fleet, the auxiliary army fortress, and even the entire Titan Legion began to circulate uneasily in all the corridors. The east and north of the galaxy have become devouring black holes, killing thousands of imperial vanguards. Swallow it in one gulp and never see it again.

From a certain point on, no one knew how many warriors the Empire had lost in this war. It might have been a hundred million, or it might have been more. Even the Emperor could not give a more precise figure.

And Holy Terra had only one response to this.

There is always only one.

When one battleship was completely destroyed in the shadow of the star, the keels of five brand-new battleships were already being prepared in the shipyards of Jupiter.

When the three expeditionary fleets disappeared in the shadow of the Randan Empire, the preparation plan for thirty new expeditionary fleets was already placed on the table of the War Council.

When 10,000 mothers were mourning and crying because of the announcement of the death of their children, a million mothers were shedding tears and watching their children board the troop transport with uneasiness.

courage.

volume.

determination.

sacrifice.

Everything is just for one result.

For the purpose set by the Emperor himself.

For the cry of all alien races.

For the manifest destiny of ruling over the world.

To win.

For eternal victory.

All costs.

All at no cost.

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In the sixth month after the Battle of Sabis, Randan's army had torn apart sixteen expedition fleets of the Human Empire, destroyed seven worlds or interstellar fortresses, and crushed at least three million auxiliary troops and two Titan legions. Flying ashes.

In the ninth month, Randan's last stronghold in the Maelstrom region was uprooted by the Dark Angels. Millions of Randan's pure-blood warriors were killed, and their fingers could no longer touch the Sun Star Realm from the east.

In the sixteenth month after the Battle of Sabis, one of Randan's battle moons destroyed the First Legion's Queen of Glory [The Razor of Truth] in a fatal manner. Subsequently, the attack of Randan's army forced the Death Guard Legion Six inhabited galaxies and more unmanned galaxies had to be completely turned into wasteland to slightly delay the offensive of these alien armies.

By the twentieth month, the Dark Angels, White Scars, Raven Guard, some Death Guards and some Space Wolves formed a coalition and annihilated a Randan who was stationed in the Wollaston system at the protrusion of the battle line. The heavily-armed group, three Warmasters Ran Dan were killed one after another in this battle, and billions of alien souls were wailing on the battlefield, like the end of the world.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels, [Lion] Jonson, one against two, killed two of Ran Dan's warmasters in this war, and his psychic advisor, who was fearfully called Ran Dan's alien, The silver-haired lady named [Soul Drinker] intercepted and killed the last Ran Dan Warmaster who tried to support.

And when the Dark Angel left this world, the billions of wailing souls that once floated on the surface seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only an empty, dead desert.

Faced with such a disastrous defeat, the Ran Dan Empire was not completely silent: just seven months later, Ran Dan's virus weapons completely destroyed six fortress worlds, and at least 150 Titans fell in the same battle. , became the raw material for the alien empire to build a new war engine, and the twenty galaxies and tens of billions of imperial people originally protected by these divine engines did not wait for the day when reinforcements arrived. Their bones were piled up into mountains, shaping It became a giant statue that mocked mankind.

Then, Holy Terra's letter of accountability arrived on the flagship of the First Legion.

Also coming together were eleven fully-staffed Titan legions as reinforcements.

At the same time, the frontline reconnaissance force also sent back the latest news: Although the Randan army and fleet responsible for launching the first wave of offensives in this war have been wiped out, the alien empire has not flinched. In the more remote and dark corners, there are at least tens of billions of Ran Dan's army and more fighting moons.

In this way, in the fifth year when the Second Ran Dan War officially broke out, after countless battles that were enough to completely destroy other alien civilizations broke out one after another, Ran Dan's invading army will finally reach a peak in strength, tens of billions of people. The Ran Dan army is constantly pouring out from the shadows of the Milky Way North like a migrating ant tide, and there is no sign of exhaustion at all.

In the same year, the Eleventh Legion had completely expelled Ran Dan's Northern Legion from the solar system. The most [pure] Primarch was leading the main force of his legion along the path of Ran Dan's defeated army. The retreat route has been traced all the way, and it is said that its forward troops have arrived near the Eye of Terror, but the information sent back has become increasingly confusing and sparse.

At the same time, whether it is the Luna Wolves Legion, the Ultramarines Legion, or every Astartes Legion that has not fully invested in this war, they have received orders to recruit and dispatch, from Holy Terra to Ultra Rama, the empire's conscription order has once again come to the heads of countless hive worlds and forge worlds.

Except for a very lucky few, no one will survive this war.

that's all.

The two most powerful, craziest, and most paranoid gamblers in the galaxy once again pushed seemingly all the chips in their hands, and then watched the currency of life, accompanied by the blood of the fate of their own race, ruthlessly The consumption goes by endlessly.

Until one side falls.

Or the end of all things.

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This is war.

Eternal truth.

No one can escape.

But not everyone is afraid.

No one is immune.

But not everyone is resentful.

No one can win.

But not everyone gained nothing.

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"Ms. Morgan."

The two veterans of the First Legion who came out of Terra bowed their heads to the mortals in front of them. They stood upright and slightly staggered their bodies, revealing the guarded porch behind them.

Morgan nodded and said nothing. She was already used to this.

Entering the corridor, you will occasionally see the hurried figures of the Dark Angels. When these Astartes warriors with high eyes see the flowing silver hair, they will stop and lower their heads to signal until Morgan leaves. Only after passing them can we continue on our way.

In this way, Morgan kept her leisurely pace, wandering slowly in the corridor that other mortals were not even qualified to know. She turned around and finally came to the end of the corridor, where there were several rooms scattered on one wall. Door, and through the one-sided transparent glass wall on the other wall, you can have a panoramic view of the entire deck of the "Indomitable Truth".

Morgan's room is at this end of the corridor, and at the other end is an overly huge door, and beyond that is Jonson's private lounge.

In fact, when Morgan first became the so-called "psionic advisor" next to the Primarch of the First Legion, she did not live here, and the Dark Angels on the battleship were more inclined to regard her as insignificant. Little ghost.

But when the beacon fires in the galaxy continued to ignite, when Jonson led her and the First Legion to fight on countless worlds, when she burned millions of Randan warriors with her own hands, when she was in Wollaston , in front of thousands of Dark Angel veterans, when she turned the nearly invincible Warmaster Ran Dan into a wisp of ashes, unknowingly, her room had been moved here, and all the Dark Angels saw her Sometimes, we will try our best to show a gesture similar to [respect].

They still maintain the mystery of some internal institutions in front of her, but this does not prevent these knights from responding correctly to a true strong man.

Zahariel is even a little afraid of her. Oh, and the new character named Coswayen also likes to hang around him now. He seems to ensure that Morgan is always under his or his genetic father's side. within sight.

But this kind of checking attitude did not prevent him from becoming friends with Morgan and developing a friendship to fight side by side. After all, after seeing Morgan's power, based on the principle of using whatever he can, Johnson has become accustomed to carrying his Psychic advisors rush to the most dangerous fronts, and the warriors around the Primarch have accepted a new temporary comrade, and the friendship between comrades is always simple and strong.

Morgan opened the door and did simple stretching movements in the spacious room, then casually leaned on his big bed, stretched out his hand, and habitually began to play with the increasingly prosperous grapevines, the light sweetness of the wine. The aroma also slowly reverberated in the room.

After a while, she closed her eyes, raised the warning shield with ease, and then went deep into the kingdom of her own thoughts.

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Rift Valley.

The rift is still there.

The giant blue eye, the purple palace and the golden sword are also there. These sources of suffering are constantly eroding and growing with each other, maintaining a dynamic balance.

Morgan didn't look at them, all her attention was focused on the chasm in front of her.

It's snowing in the Rift Valley, and it keeps falling. Ever since Morgan officially embarked on the road to war with Ran Dan, the snow has never stopped falling over the Rift Valley.

Her eyes focused on the pieces of [snowflakes]. Each snowflake symbolized a wailing alien soul. The larger ones were like hailstones, which were the strong ones among the aliens, and the even bigger snowballs , it is a high-end delicacy such as Ran Dan Zhanshuai that is rare to find.

But their accumulation is not smooth sailing. Even if the most common alien souls are eaten, they are of no use. They are like real snowflakes. They seem to be in full bloom and piled up in a thick layer, but it will not take long. It will turn into water stains, and only those larger souls can leave a few traces and accumulation.

If she really wants to rely on the souls of these aliens to fill this deadly rift, then she probably needs to kill all the aliens in the galaxy, completely destroy and devour every civilized world not occupied by humans, and then Those blasphemous survivors hiding in the shadows were pulled out one by one and crushed into ashes.

For a moment, she considered the possibility of such an act.

It's not like Morgan hasn't tried to take advantage of others. Her eyes once rested on a more bizarre alien: green skin.

This kind of spore creature born for war is like a stubborn disease in the galaxy. It can't be wiped out and killed. Even at the forefront of the First Legion's fight against Ran Dan, there are green-skinned bandits. Morgan once followed the Dark Angel to encircle and suppress them. Passed these aliens and tried to devour their weird souls.

It was fine at first, but when she ate too much, a strange roar began to echo in her head, getting louder and louder.

She decisively vomited out all the green-skinned souls, leaving no one behind: the three in her head were enough to give her a headache.

Thinking of this, Morgan's forehead ached.

Then, she set her sights on the bottom of the valley, on the largest piece of soul: in fact, even if she swallowed billions or more alien souls, it would still be far less than even one ten thousandth of this soul.

This was Magnus's soul fragment, the biggest supplement Morgan had ever taken. It successfully covered the bottom and relieved Morgan's headache a lot.

What's more, Morgan even discovered that Magnus's soul fragment was slowly increasing. Although the speed was not fast, it was indeed expanding bit by bit, filling more cracks in the valley.

She wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was one of the Primarch's countless bizarre manifestations, or maybe it was her connection to Magnus as a blood relative.

What the heck, that's a good thing.

It was this discovery that made Morgan more certain about this most dangerous but most effective plan.

Compared to the extremely inefficient alien soul, the soul of the Primarch is obviously a more risky business.

Of course, her final decision was to have both ideas. Anyway, the golden sword and the will behind it only prohibited her from devouring pure human souls. As for the aliens and the original gene, it seemed that they were not important to that will. Belongs to humans.

The war between the Empire and Ran Dan is still going on. Although more than 20,000 of the most elite soldiers have been lost, Zhuang Sen still shows no signs of retreating. Morgan has no complaints about this. She longs for the shadow in the shadows more than anyone else. An army of tens of billions of randans.

From this point of view, as long as Ran Dan is still there, the first point is not a problem.

As for the second point...

She had a hunch that she wouldn't have to wait too long.