Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Auguston, my boy, I think I have made a mistake."

"I originally thought that Morgan was just an ordinary one among all my blood relatives. I originally thought that my other brothers, like my silver-haired sister, had admirable rationality and thinking, and were proud of it. .”

"Just like me."

"I have always thought so, because it is a normal thing: until the scene just happened, I had to have a terrible idea: Maybe there is indeed such a small number among my blood brothers. Part of the existence...is different from ordinary people?"

"..."

"I really hope this is a mistake on my part."

When the Spider Queen frowned uneasily on the [Macragge's Glory] and tried her best to build a stable flying psychic array on the two Glory Queen-class battleships, the Lord of the Ultramarines was He stepped aside and quickly dealt with all the commotion in the fleet.

In this process, all the heirs who could stand alone were dispatched, so when the Archon of Ultramar could not help but sigh in a low voice, the only one who could answer him was his most reckless bloodline, which had been suppressed for a long time. Auguston in field command position.

His reply was hoarse but firm.

"This is not your fault, my lord. The Midnight Ghost provoked the chaos between the two legions because of his own selfishness. He is the first person responsible for causing all this, and the master of the second legion is his disciplinarian. , but he neglected this, and he also bears great responsibility."

"None of this has anything to do with you, sir. We are victims, and we should have the right to vent our anger: I beg you, don't take the initiative to abandon this power. You should question and hold them accountable, and let them realize That’s where they went wrong.”

Auguston's words were so serious that when the sad-looking Guilliman heard his words and saw his seriousness, he actually laughed.

"If the person standing in front of you now was my extreme brother, would you say the same thing, my child?"

"Of course, my lord."

Auguston puffed out his chest proudly.

"Even if he is the Primarch, even if he breaks open my chest and eats my entrails, I will fight him until the end: as long as he does harm to our Legion."

The face of the Lord of Ultramar was covered with a complicated smile. He patted his son's shoulder and shook his head. There was an extraordinarily sure comfort in his words.

"There is no need for this, Auguston. Even if the situation is extremely bad, we will not be enemies with another Primarch. The worst thing that may happen is just to fall into a dangerous misunderstanding like today. "

"Betrayal? Murder? Brothers killing each other? Is there anything more terrifying than this in the galaxy?"

The comfort of the Primarch made the reckless field commander noncommittal. He still obviously retained his own opinions. When the Lord of the Ultramarines was about to walk towards the teleportation array, he quickly followed him and whispered advice in his ear. .

"My lord, please remember my advice just now: Never give up the power to unleash your anger. This is not only for you, but also for the legion: any provocation should receive the most powerful response. Only in this way, we Everything you hold dear will be protected from prying eyes.”

Guilliman nodded.

"I will, Auguston, I can swear to you that even if Conrad is my blood brother, I will not forgive him easily. My anger will not stop until he is punished. "

"This thing will end, but it won't end easily."

"I will have no more mercy on him."

——————

"Forget it, Morgan."

"Just let this end."

"I have forgiven him, I mean my legion has forgiven him, he didn't cause any more harm, right? Everything is still a near-miss misunderstanding, and he has already got... …punish……"

"Did you...hear that? Morgan?"

[I heard you, Guilliman. 】

[But not now, brother, now is not the time to stop. 】

【after all……】

[I haven’t taken his lungs out of his nose yet: just wait for me, he’ll be fine soon. 】

Morgan's words were quiet, a quietness that Guilliman had never seen before. She stood silently in the only remaining light in the darkness. That light was the show off of her bright silver hair itself. There was even a smile hanging on that delicate pale face, and what stuck to her chin was a splash of bloody color like petals.

"..."

Morgan looked at Guilliman, and the Primarch of the Ultramarines had nothing to say.

The fearless Lord of Ultramar opened his mouth, his face showing a weak paleness, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not dare to speak: with the most strenuous support, Guilliman Reluctantly standing up, he leaned against the wall tightly, looking for the smell of blood, and could see his crazy brother.

In other words, that blurry thing.

He couldn't see clearly, but he could only hear the almost severe breathing.

That's Conrad Coates.

The Midnight Ghost fell into a darkness deeper than midnight at this time. His breath was so weak that Guilliman could not even detect it, because his throat and even most of his head had been swallowed up by the furious crystal, and his chest was wide open. The pungent blood poured out, and the limbs and bones were lying on the ground like a mess. They had long lost their original function: and all of this was just a matter of a snap of the Spider Queen's fingers, and was the result of thousands of tortures. The softest touch.

Guilliman just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze in heartfelt horror: Even if his brother committed a major crime against the Emperor, he should have been punished enough, right?

He wanted to speak out, but he temporarily lost his courage, because when he saw his gentle sister waving her fingers, using invisible power to beat the midnight ghost on the wall again and again, dragging it out When his bones crushed his ankles, and when he nonchalantly summoned one after another cold torture instruments from the void that were so terrifying that even the Primarch could not easily identify them, he had always been proud of his powerful thinking. The Lord of Ultramar fell into a long downtime.

Next…

Incineration, suffocation, bloodletting, electrocution, dissociation, execution, mutation, incarceration...

In the indifferent smile of the Spider Queen, countless tortures appeared in an instant, wantonly cutting every ounce of blood from the midnight ghost, but not allowing true relief to come to his head, every time When a brand-new criminal method suddenly appeared at the fingertips of the Gene Queen, Guilliman could not help but retreat again and again, shrinking his neck and looking at his blood relatives with eyes he had never seen before.

It wasn't until the last painful moan of the Midnight Ghost reached his ears, and until the splash of blood hit his face again, that Guilliman swallowed his saliva, raised his hands in fear, and planned to fight again. Beg for mercy for his brother.

At that time, the Gene Queen was stepping on the chest of the Midnight Ghost, controlling the spurting blood like a pump. She was playing with her psychic powers boredly, shaping the remaining good body of the King of Night. The festering scars imitated everything that had happened to the son of Magnus.

She looked at Guilliman again, a smile on her face.

[Are you calmed down, brother? 】

"..."

Guilliman did not dare to speak. He just nodded in a daze, leaving the Spider Queen dragging the dying midnight ghost in the darkness towards the psychic portal she opened on the other side.

Morgan showed no mercy. Like a skilled porter, she casually threw the Midnight Ghost's body into the sparkling portal, never looking at it again.

Then, she walked over to the hesitating Lord of Ultramar. She also leaned against the cold wall and sat casually in the sticky blood. After seeing this, Guilliman just thought. After a while, he sat down in the same way.

Morgan had something to say to him.

Guilliman realized this, and he began to wait, while at the same time releasing his heart from the shock just now: Under this most real onlooker, the Lord of Ultramar no longer had any resentment towards the Midnight Ghost. Now there was only horror and confusion in his heart.

Obviously, just less than one Terran hour ago, he thought Morgan was a rare normal person among his blood relatives...

During the Lord of Ultramar's hesitation, the Spider Queen yawned casually, wiped the blood on her cheek, leaned against the wall, and snapped her fingers, causing the mess around her to disappear quickly.

[Conrad has caused a lot of trouble this time, Guilliman, but I think we still have the same idea: this matter shouldn't be known to more people, right? 】

The Lord of the Ultramarines' pupils flashed with light because of these words, and his instinctive political talent started to work, helping him enter the state in an instant.

"My idea is to seal the truth of the matter within the current scope and declare to the outside world that it was just a technical failure. Since this matter has caused no real losses, it should be terminated immediately."

【As it should be. 】

Morgan nodded, which made Guilliman feel relieved.

Fortunately, he/she is relatively easy to talk to.

At the same moment, the same words bloomed in the hearts of the two Primarchs, followed by another period of silence and Guilliman's carefully chosen questions.

"Where...did you throw him?"

[A psychic channel. Someone will send him to the static force field at the other end of the channel. He is so noisy. At least until our cooperation is completed, I don't plan to release him again. 】

[I'm sorry, Guilliman, but your first meeting with Curze can only end here. 】

"...No, it's okay."

"I'm...impressed enough."

Guilliman touched his neck and showed a bitter smile. He seriously considered the possibility of finding an adequate neck protection measure. He also noticed the static force field in Morgan's mouth and fell into deep thought about it.

In the brief silence, thousands of thoughts were running in his mind. Guilliman gradually broke away from the shock just now, and kept thinking about the current situation and the questions he needed to ask next.

Fortunately, although he seemed to have revealed his extraordinary side just now, Morgan, who was sitting next to the Lord of Ultramar at this time, had regained the calmness and rationality that Guilliman was familiar with: this made him feel at ease to some extent, and also It gave him the courage to continue asking questions.

"Morgan, my blood relative..."

[If you want to ask, you can ask directly, my Guilliman, I think we can be considered friends now, you don’t need to be so reserved. 】

"……indeed."

"I want to know: Where did you learn those... skills just now?"

"That doesn't seem like something a Primarch would be capable of."

At first, there was only a moment of silence in answer to Guilliman, but soon, Morgan's laughter broke the dead silence in the darkness. She laughed casually, seeming to be really amused by Guilliman's question.

And just when the Lord of Ultramar once again fell into confusion and private speculation, he saw the dead starlight in the Spider Queen's pupils.

[It is true that most Primarchs do not know these things, Guilliman, but that does not mean that all Primarchs do not know it. After all, our father gave each of us a vocation and the talents that come with it, no? What? 】

"indeed so."

Guilliman nodded, but then he frowned again.

"But you don't look like you need these... skills."

Morgan looked into Guilliman's pupils. She looked directly at him, just like an ordinary woman looking at her brother. When Guilliman returned the same look, the Lord of Ultramar could not help but Undefeated: He couldn't even detect a pair of eyes that were almost identical to Ms. Euton's.

This is why the Lord of Ultramar fell into such a long state of horror: in Guilliman's vision, everything in the darkness was like his Lady Jotun wielding a torture instrument and beating another of his blood relatives. His skin and flesh were torn apart until he was dying.

Guilliman rubbed his head.

He was greatly shocked.

terrible……

It's so terrible...

Ms. Euton...how could she do such a thing...

But his blood relative... is really similar to Ms. Euton, only younger...

He was even a little unable to separate Ms. Euton's short figure from the terrifying scene just now...

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't help but shudder again, and he also heard the answer from Morgan.

[It’s true that I don’t need these skills, my brother, but among all our blood relatives, there are people who do need to take on some disgusting positions, don’t they? 】

"...Ruth?"

【……】

[Think about it carefully, Guilliman, and recall carefully, which legion did I study in before I officially returned to the Empire? 】

"……oh……"

Guilliman suddenly understood.

Johnson!

If it's that guy... it's possible that he's well versed in these atrocities.

The Lord of the Ultramarines' understanding was seen by Morgan, and she apologized to Zhuangson without any sincerity in her heart. She had already done something like this once, and it would become completely useless if she did it again. Stressed out.

Anyway, Jonson already has the honorary title of [Unscrupulous Fighter] from Curze, so it must not be a serious matter for him to become a [Terrorist Punisher] here in Guilliman.

Thank you, Jonson.

At the same time, the Spider Queen quietly raised her eyebrows: she noticed another brother, Leman Russ, who had an abnormal appearance pattern in Guilliman's words, and an equally abnormal appearance position.

Maybe next time, she needs to ask Leman Russ: she can't let Zhuangson do everything. Zhuangson is not a superman, and she can't always trouble others.

While Morgan was still thinking, Guilliman's angry words could already be heard in his ears.

"Zhuang Sen...that guy..."

"How could he teach you this? And let you inflict these atrocities on your brothers! I always thought he was just a little cold and necessary ruthlessness, but now it seems that what he did is really too much."

"I will definitely explain his mistake to him when we meet next time."

Morgan smiled and didn't reply.

Guilliman's anger disappeared quickly. He was thinking again, as if he planned to ask Morgan about his true [vocation] and use it as a reflection to figure out his own, but he realized that now might not be a good time. , because he has more important things.

"Morgan..."

When he spoke, his voice was a little dry, but very sincere.

"Conrad is our brother no matter what, and I have heard what kind of world he lives in, and that his madness is not entirely his own fault: I am not exonerating him for his actions, but I want to say …”

"If possible, don't do such atrocities to him. Morgan, how can brothers kill each other like this? That guy Zhuangson is just an indifferent warlord. Don't let his thoughts lead you to bad things."

"I'm always willing to help if necessary. Maybe we should sit down and have a good talk with Coz. Things haven't gotten to the worst yet..."

Guilliman's words were slow and weak, with a kind of hesitation as if he had just escaped from death. Considering what he had experienced and the harm caused to him by the Midnight Ghost, the words of the Lord of Ultramar could even be considered... This is some disgusting act of weakness.

But despite this, Morgan still listened very carefully, because she knew very well that this was not Guilliman's weakness, but the real light in his heart: in this darkness that even the stars could not illuminate, the Spider Queen The sincere words from her blood relatives illuminated her so much that she couldn't even open her eyes.

Guilliman was thinking about his blood relatives: even though he had just been hurt by him, under the light of a glimmer of possibility, he was still willing to try again, and what supported him in doing all this was him. The stubborn stupidity in my heart, the stupidity of an ordinary mortal.

That noble stupidity.

Faced with such stupidity, the Spider Queen just listened to Guilliman's words carefully, smiled, and asked the simplest question.

[Guilliman. 】

"I am here?"

[Do you know why our brother Conrad did such a thing? 】

"...I don't know, Morgan."

The Spider Queen smiled.

【It doesn't matter. 】

[Because I just found out. 】

[I just figured it all out. 】

——————

[You know, what does Conrad look like now? 】

【madman? grim Reaper? Imp? 】

【No. 】

[Conrad now is like a baby who has not left his swaddling clothes. 】

[A huge, baby. 】

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Do you know why babies always cry?

The reason is actually very simple: except for some special cases, babies crying is often accompanied by very real reasons: out of hunger and thirst, out of danger and cold, out of need for a cleaner environment, etc.

When babies' needs are not met, they often cannot master the words to communicate. At this time, the only thing they can do is cry, destroy everything around them, and let the discordant sounds attract Get the attention of adults to solve the problems you are facing.

For babies who are not yet fully adapted to the external environment, this is a cry for help, a kind of communication, and an instinct.

They may not know why they do this, but when they need help from the outside world, the subconscious mind in their cerebral cortex will let them do this: before they realize it, before they have fully formed thoughts Before it started to operate, the loud crying had already disturbed all the silence.

It can even be said to be destruction.

【And you. 】

[Conrad-Coates. 】

【This is how it is now. 】

Under the darkest night sky, the boundless desert, wreckage and sky form a rusty outline. Everything is dim, everything is crazy, and everything is carried out in the laser of eternal darkness and depravity. A blood waltz of loyalty and betrayal.

This is where the soul of Midnight Ghost was imprisoned. When his broken body was put into the stasis field, waiting for his release after the Osiris expedition, his soul was roughly dumped here. , like a dying beast under the starry sky in the wilderness.

The Spider Queen stepped on the last ray of bright color and came to Koz. At this moment, the soul of the Night King was as scarred as his body. He fell powerlessly among the rocks and weeds. Like a pale corpse drained of blood.

Morgan's consciousness went over, grabbed his newly recovered long hair, and looked at the face that was neither sad nor happy: when he saw clearly who the visitor was, a faint look appeared on the face of the midnight ghost. His smile was still enough to scare a dozen of the boldest children to death.

"what are you saying?"

he asked softly.

【I'm talking about you. 】

Morgan answered Conrad's silence with the same smile. She grabbed his hair, dragged him to the ground, and advanced slowly, letting the constant flow of gravel make him riddled with holes.

[I'm talking about you, Midnight Ghost. 】

[You are a baby, a baby that cries wantonly. Maybe you don’t even realize this, because who can expect the wisdom of a baby? 】

"..."

"You can use a more profound method to humiliate me, you rotting corpse. Your words are no different from the jokes in Guilliman's mouth. They are neither painful nor itchy."

"What do you expect? Do you see my guilt and anger?"

[No, never. 】

Morgan turned his head and smiled at Midnight Ghost.

[I just finally realized some of the problems: your problems, and of course my problems. 】

"..."

The King of Night did not make a sound. He shrugged his limbs casually and did not resist Morgan's rough dragging of him. Although in this world of souls, he could still feel the real pain, but these pains were not even felt by North. Not as good as the dust in Telamo, he quickly turned his sights elsewhere.

This is a magical place.

It is monotonous, but it is full of some strange charm: the end of the Midnight Ghost's field of vision is nothing but a wasteland, covered with grotesque wreckage and ruins, some of which are even shrouded in smoke, and there is no life at all. , there are only the eternal rocks and wasteland under the dark night, and the weeds that are already swaying in the breeze.

But on the other hand, just above these boring scenes, there is the craziest and brightest picture: purple, blue, gold and even dark green light are constantly colliding and merging in the dark night, and are even blending with each other. The fighting gave off extra color, and they maintained an eternal fight without breaking through, turning into waves of blasphemous lasers, polluting the bored eyes of the midnight ghost.

"This is where."

[It’s just a cage. 】

"You want to imprison me?"

[At least until I address the set of questions at hand: Yes. 】

[After all, although I finally figured out what your problem is, I don’t have time to deal with you for the time being: so, you must stay in this cage for me until I have time. 】

[Don’t worry, you won’t be bored. 】

"..."

Morgan's smile made Conrad feel some kind of uneasiness. He began to struggle, trying to break free from the restraints on his body. What answered him was the Spider Queen's merciless blow: its silence even made Curze curl up on the ground, letting Morgan Kneel down on one knee in front of him mockingly.

[I am stronger, Midnight Ghost. 】

[So you don’t have the right to refuse, right? 】

"..."

Coates didn't reply, because he actually saw something familiar to him on Morgan's ferocious face.

He was so familiar.

[So, which part did we just talk about? Oh, yes, baby. 】

Morgan stood up and continued to drag her brother, her voice was cheerful, a kind of gloating smile.

[You're like a baby, Curze. 】

[In order to take care of the poor knowledge in your poor brain, I will not explain how complicated the words are next, so let me tell you. 】

[You are doubting, Coze, you are doubting your own logic, your own justice, and you are doubting whether your actions are a noble duty or a bloodthirsty instinct. 】

"I do not……"

"Snapped!"

[I didn’t let you interrupt. 】

Morgan held up his hand until the midnight ghost was quiet again.

[So, you are confused, at least deep in your heart, you have a deep-rooted confusion, which is the last pure land of your conscience and instinct, reminding you how ridiculous your behavior is. 】

[You are afraid of them, but you cannot really eradicate them, so you fall into a natural confusion, and this confusion will naturally not be easily solved, let alone solved by yourself. 】

[No way, who told you to be such a pathetic guy? You can't count on your own wisdom, you can only count on others, our blood relatives who fell from the sky. 】

[Specifically, it’s me. 】

[You are eager to get some kind of answer from me, some kind of equal answer, some support for you to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, or simply provide a simpler option. 】

[This is a desperate choice: because this is the first time that I have been with you for a long time and have equal status. Although my words may not be accepted by you, in your eyes, they are better than those who are like beasts. Mortals are much better. 】

【You're looking forward to it, aren't you? 】

[But I ignored you, because I don't like you at all, Curze. My care for you is the responsibility brought by the Emperor, and it is the shackles he puts on both of us at the same time: I can't get rid of you, and you can't get rid of you. You can't get what you want from me who is wasting away my work like this. 】

[So, Midnight Ghost, the greatest baby in the galaxy, began his crying, his destruction, his grand journey of disturbing everything around him: The identity of the Primarch gives you such power, so in The slight crying in your eyes caused countless blood to almost flow, or have already flowed. 】

[And this is the story of everything so far, Conrad, everything is just your long-planned cry, a destruction as irresponsible as a baby: if your first action is mixed with a little... If you insist on your stupid ideas, then even you yourself will know the purpose of your second action. 】

[You know, you know that Guilliman is the calmest of our brothers, calm enough to maintain a desire for peaceful solutions in times of chaos, and kind enough to give up revenge on you after the chaos. 】

[So, you chose him, you chose this time: because all the consequences can be tolerated, because all the evil consequences cannot burn to you! 】

There was a hint of real anger in Morgan's words, and the Lord Macragge's sincere words in her memory kept this anger burning.

Midnight Ghost just laughed.

"Do you really think our brother is so innocent? In a sense, he is the biggest rebel among us. You can't imagine the heights I will reach in the future."

[Yeah, I can't imagine it. 】

【But I don’t care either. 】

[After all, the brother I really care about now is you. 】

Morgan crouched down and slowly approached the Midnight Ghost. The smile on her face made the King of Night feel a long-lost flinch, as well as a terrifying future that could not be imagined or predicted.

Morgan smiled.

[You succeeded, brother. 】

[Your crying attracted me: After I finish solving those little things, I will come back and...answer your questions. 】

【I know what you want to ask. 】

[And I already have the answer. 】

"……What?"

"What do I want to ask?"

There was a hint of real doubt in Midnight Ghost's words, but the Spider Queen just flashed her dead blue eyes and responded with a girlish smile.

【What do you think? 】