Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I have never seen such a huge and crazy building: its birth is like a group of absurd gods who have transcended life and death, using a method that is unimaginable for today's civilization to create a great useless joke. To embellish my eternal boring years.”

"Before seeing it, even I would laugh at this meaningless emotion, but at this moment, I have to use such words to describe everything I saw."

"This is a miracle, this is by no means a madness that mortals can create: Although the imperial truth is still beating in my heart at this time, in the face of living reality, I will let it temporarily give way to the greatness that physics cannot explain ."

"The building we discovered goes against all physics and sociology. I can't imagine what kind of powerful and empty race could gather technology and power on such a scale, thus violating all physical laws and allowing their creations to fly thousands of times. Thousands of years later, it can still distort our worldview and shock our souls.”

"And the race that created all of this, that empire that has fortunately disappeared long ago, may have reached the territory that mortals call gods, or they may have been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods with their technology and foundation."

"Fortunately, they disappeared and disappeared into the day-to-day waves of the Milky Way. I hope they will never return and claim their former hegemony."

"Otherwise, it may be a more terrifying catastrophe than the entire Great Crusade."

The tip of the pen paused, and Cortez immediately raised his head, glancing at the behemoth on the distant skyline with awe: He was in awe of that existence, a creature, a latecomer, instinctively attracted to ancient miracles. The worship of the aliens, even if it is engraved into the genes by the Lord of Humanity, and the innate hatred for all alien creatures, cannot dilute this endless emotion for the greatness of alien creations.

And at the end of his field of vision, at the end of everyone's progress, the ancient creation that could break through the natural hatred, the existence named [Yemenga Starry Sky Monolith], stood proudly on its throne for thousands of years, Another group of small visitors were received in silence.

Before finally arriving in this wild galaxy called Attila, Cortes attended every joint meeting convened by the Lords of the Second Legion. They had truly worried about the possibility of the creation they were looking for. Incomparable mystery, incomparable obscurity, buried in the endless void that would take thousands of years to explore: But the moment they entered the orbit of the Attila galaxy, they discovered how serious this worry was. ridiculous.

The [Yemenga Star Monolith] stands there, in the largest world in the entire Attila galaxy, among a pile of weird matte metals. It is far away from the place that was colonized by humans as early as the golden age. The Attila star is half a galaxy away, which has become the reason why it has not been discovered.

The monolith is there. It is so huge that it literally towers into the clouds. According to Cortez's first glance, it is even larger and more vast than any nest known to mankind. The foundation that is enough to accommodate several legions is deeply embedded into the matte metal at its feet, and the top of the monolith extends all the way into the atmosphere, and can even touch those warships flying low enough.

The Storm Birds of the Second Legion were alert and landed relatively far away from the monolith, because surrounding this huge ancient miracle was an ancient city that seemed to have been dead for thousands of years. The narrowness and exquisite layout of it were basically Not suitable for a large-scale landing, the five thousand Astartes warriors left the minimum ship guard, followed their genetic mother, and slowly walked into this dead place of ancient echoes. middle.

Exploring in the maze composed of the weirdest mausoleum-like rooms and small stone monuments is more difficult than imagined. The green runes that have been sleeping in the void for countless years seem to possess Their own lives were shining with a cold light that made both of them shudder. The outermost warriors had been searching around suspiciously because they always felt that they were being monitored in some way.

According to common sense, such suspicious problems can often rely on the intervention of the Mother of Genes or other think tanks, but this time the situation is more complicated: since entering the maze, whether it is Morgan, who has always maintained a serious face, or the accompanying The small number of Dawnbreaker think tanks feel an indescribable sense of oppression, which is constantly weakening their power. The bonds from the Sea of ​​Souls are incredibly weakened, causing the minds of all psykers to fall into a depression. mess.

After discovering that this situation was not an isolated case, several Astartes captains quickly reached a consensus and found the Primarch who was always at the forefront of the team.

"Sir, you must stop this exploration immediately. There is something strange in this city. We should not continue to move forward in such unknown circumstances. This will most likely lead to unnecessary casualties."

The sonorous words of advice even crossed the fence of worship between the Primarchs and the Warriors Astartes, and under the indifferent gaze of the Old Guard, these words that were enough to cause bloodshed among the Iron Warriors were just that. The Lord of Avalon, who had been silent all this time, raised his head slightly and looked at the huge stone tablet that was close at hand with some unwillingness to give up.

[In five minutes at most, we will arrive there. 】

"That's true, sir, but with all due respect, it is very dangerous to enter this ancient city that obviously hides mysteries without sufficient investigation. You can just wait here and wait for us to enter and conduct an investigation." .”

"Alternatively, we can suspend this operation, leave here first, replenish materials and supplies on Attila Star, and at the same time summon those companies in the nearby space domain to conduct a second exploration here with more sufficient preparations."

"Five thousand people are still too few. For your safety, we need at least 10,000 people."

After the respected Bayar was the first to dissuade him, Cortez, Hector and several other company commanders also spoke one after another. Everyone was disturbed by the collective downturn of the Primarch and the Think Tank: In particular, their genetic mother was obviously affected by this strange place, and her usual cold logic seemed to be becoming chaotic.

But it was at this time that the gap between the Primarch and the Astartes warriors emerged: the Lord of the Legion just continued to maintain a low tone. After looking at the giant stone monument in the distance for a while, Morgan made a decision made judgment.

[My genetic father has arrived near the Olympia galaxy, and I have no more time for the second exploration: I ordered all personnel to maintain combat readiness and be ready to fight at any time. We will continue to move forward and complete this exploration. 】

At this moment, the stubbornness and desire to explore that only appeared in the Dawnbreakers in the past finally gradually emerged in their genetic mother. The combination of recklessness and caution combined with the authority derived from blood made Aspen The Tate could only bow their heads and submit to the Primarch's final command.

After all, they were only warriors of the Astartes, and their truest advice had to yield to the sudden stubbornness of their Primarch: but even so, some things were necessary.

Cortes stepped forward.

"Sir, according to your order, we have carried those portable items in the secret vault. Among them is a teleportation beacon that can ignore any obstacles. It is a relic of the golden age: please take it with you. If you have any questions, please Activate the beacon immediately."

[...This seems more like some kind of desertion, Cortes. 】

"Just necessary preparations."

The Primarch was silent for a moment. She seemed to be making a choice in her heart. But after a moment, a compromise for her children overcame the little so-called dignity in her heart. The Lord of the Second Legion lightly He held the special transmission beacon that was no different from a bracelet in his hand, silently making a promise to his heir that he would escape from the battlefield.

[I agreed and moved on. 】

Morgan waved her hand and gave the order casually. At this time, all her attention had been attracted by the majestic and incredibly smooth building in front of her. In her heart, the strongest feeling The premonition kept ringing: there was something she needed in this ancient ruin that exuded silence and danger.

Maybe it's knowledge, or maybe it's more important... secrets.

She was going to get it...for sure.

Unknowingly, when she entered this quiet ghost town, such thoughts firmly occupied her heart and became her temporary desire.

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The Primarch finally led all the members of the Old Guard and four companies into the Yemenga Monolith, while the remaining six companies, led by Hector and Diarmait, guarded the Primarch's entry. At the gate, a series of fortifications were built quite seriously.

Although there were no building materials, the dead city lined with watchtowers was extremely suitable as a defensive fortress, not to mention that the entrance to the Yemenga Stone Monument was a high platform. Three thousand Dawnbreakers spread out and quickly found a way. In the general defense line, Hector and Diarmuid personally guarded the door that was tens of meters high. In the tall corridor behind them, there were several figures of Dawnbreakers, and they could clearly see each other. Look out and announce to avoid any emergencies.

But despite this, the company commanders still believed that this was somewhat unsafe.

"We should have brought more heavy equipment with us."

Pointing to the blank area in front of the high platform, Diarmuid, the commander of the 33rd company, complained in a low voice with some reluctance.

"Look there, there is no danger to defend. Maybe we should call some Stormbirds and ask them to bring a few war engines over, or anti-aircraft artillery."

Hector felt the same, but he knew it was impossible.

"Stormbirds can't get close to here. The terrain is complicated. The strange magnetic field here also seems to be interfering with the operation of Stormbirds. There is a risk of falling if you force your way in."

"indeed so……"

Diarmait frowned, and his handsome face like a god was now immersed in a touch of anxiety, which was a kind of pain caused by the environment: as they finally arrived in front of the Yemenga Monument, Not only the psykers, but all the Dawnbreakers felt a kind of oppression in their souls, making them feel very uncomfortable.

"Do you think anyone would really survive in such conditions? This ancient ruins obviously has traces of daily life, but this sense of depression also exists at the same time."

"I don't know...maybe they are a soulless species?"

"Hate intelligence?"

"possible."

The idle talk ended with a shout in the communication channel. The two company commanders frowned. They had not heard such vague communication words in a long time.

"You should come here, sir, there is something strange here."

The two company commanders glanced at each other. After a brief silent exchange, Hector picked up his sword and walked quickly to the place where the incident occurred: Although the communication sound was extremely blurry, he could still hear it. , that is a soldier of the 23rd Company.

The extremely tall Astartes warrior quickly stepped over his comrades who were preparing. He sensitively discovered that everyone in sight had a kind of depression caused by depression, just like their weapons, invisibly Becoming a little bleak.

…But that’s not all.

At the very least, the sword in Hector's hand, which exuded a faint green light, was constantly trembling slightly, as if he was in an extremely excited state.

He did not dare to tell others about this.

Ten minutes later, Hector arrived at the scene of the incident. The first thing he saw was the [strange thing] mentioned by the battle brothers: it was a strange door, which seemed to be dozens of meters high. It's like a mirror, but the mirror surface shows a lake-like wave feeling.

Instinctively, Hector felt that it was the entrance and exit of a passage, or something similar, which soon made his vigilance scream loudly.

Coincidentally, the first batch of Astartes warriors who studied this strange creation had just completed their observations. When they saw Hector's arrival, they waved and walked towards him.

It was Salieri, Hector's comrade who fought alongside him when he was still a squad leader, and a think tank with a bright future.

"Hector, come and take a look! This is an antique of infinite value!"

"what is that?"

Hector was still some distance away from his friend. He shouted and began to speed up, passing through the shadow of the building in front of him.

"I don't know yet."

Salieri's shouts wandered through the cold city, seeming to be much louder.

"But I can confirm that this seems to be a device similar to a portal. You know the value of this device, Hector, we should inform the original body immediately."

"You'd better check it a few more times before calling again, Salieri."

"Don't worry, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, the most piercing scream suddenly pierced Hector's eardrums. Morgan's pride quickly opened his eyes, and his vision ruthlessly captured the scene happening in the distance.

Salieri stood there, maintaining a waving posture, like a demon doll that had lost its soul. He staggered, and after shaking his arms twice more, he fell to the ground.

His head had been smashed to pieces by a bullet that came from nowhere.

Hector's eyes widened, and for a second, he seemed to fall into a kind of shock that was difficult to accept the reality: until a creepy dangerous aura quickly woke him up.

Following the guidance of instinct, the son of Morgan rolled to the side in embarrassment, outside the shadow of the building he had just stepped into. And where he stood a moment ago, a fatal light that could kill him at the same time flashed in the shadow. Then, from the corner of Hector's eyes, he caught the shadow attacker who appeared and disappeared quickly: it was a terrifying creature that he could not describe. Its body was as black as night, its hair was as white as snow, and its face was a blur of shadow. Wearing a few pieces of human skin and shiny green runes.

what is that?

Where did it go?

Hector had no time to think about this, because at the moment he stood up in embarrassment, he suddenly discovered that the originally peaceful Death City was suddenly attacked by an extreme wave of madness and chaos, and the urgent shouts of battle brothers could be heard everywhere in his ears. There is also an ear-splitting sound that is so harsh that it makes people mad.

In the shadows, in the buildings, in the places they had repeatedly inspected, a large number of attackers with strange faces and their terrifying weapons seemed to have been fabricated out of thin air, instantly covering the lack of protection around the Son of Morgan. Every inch of sky.

Enemy attack!

The alarm bell rang in Hector's heart, and what followed was a large shadow instantly passing over his head. Hector could see clearly: it was a dozen combat airships that appeared from the strange gate. They were loaded with dozens of crazy-laughing aliens, and with their sharp bladed fins and jagged keels, they took away the lives of several Astartes next to the gate in an instant.

This terrifying aerial ravager quickly rushed toward Hector, but was barely dodged by the Morgan pride with its amazing body. They didn't seem to care about this kind of thing, and just pounced on him amid a series of annoyed and ridiculing laughter. The huge stone monument of Yemenga has already rang out with countless gunshots.

And behind it, more and more equally terrifying sadists rushed into the real universe: a dozen fighter jets of various types and more motorcycle airships filed in from the gate called the Webway. Out, it was filled with desperadoes eager to get the first batch of blood, and in the continuous shadows, those black-skinned and white-haired killers named Mandela appeared and disappeared, attacking dozens of locations at the same time. A horrific attack was launched.

The Scourge and the Blade-Wing Crow came side by side, and in an instant they burned the flames of war on all the defenders. Behind them, the whip-wielding beast trainer scolded his Aether Hound and Ugur monster, tearing them apart. to the sub-latitudes in which they hide.

The clawed terror, which looked like a hybrid between a gorilla and a bat, was unleashed. Roaring with it were several of the latest pride crops of the Haemonculi. Behind these screaming and charging monsters, they were fully armed. The nightmare swordsman walked out of the webway and began to look for his opponent.

And it wasn't until they, and until all kinds of monsters from the nightmare city of Commorragh, all appeared in the sad real universe, that the real army gradually came out of the webway, following Hector's hurried retreat. , started cheering and dancing of his own.

The Queen of the Witch Spirit Cult, Lilith-Hesperas, leads the elite forces of the Strife Cult she rules, as well as the Witch Spirits, Succubi, Sirens and Hecateris from several other Witch Spirit Cults. The brides, walking calmly across the frontiers of the Webway, disdainful of the misfortune that has occurred, knowing that their prey has entered the Yemenga Monolith.

She had nowhere to run.

Lilith raised the corners of her lips. This smile that was enough for Commorragh to sink into her heart signaled the beginning of a great expression. As the Queen of Witch Spirits was the first to take her dance steps, among all the Witch Spirits and Succubi, In a rhythm filled with a sense of sacred art, he rushed towards his opponent.

And with the addition of this last force, the malice was finally revealed in front of the Sons of Morgan: an army, an army from Commorragh, an army sung by a large number of the best of the Dark Elda.

More than a thousand remnants of the ancient empire emerged from the webway and hiding places of which they were proud, testing the strength and courage of the Dawnbreakers. Their innate and terrible desires told the tragic fate of the losers. It also tells the only ending of this ambush battle.

That's the pain.

No matter whose pain it is.