Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

He is coming.

That thing, He has come.

Likyavis's slender throat let out an almost suffocating scream. It felt that the three hearts in its chest were constantly trembling because of this terrible catastrophe, but in the next second it was gripped by an inexplicable force. Tight, it turned into a pool of almost nothing flesh and blood.

It is afraid, it is suffocating, and it is truly feeling something that it has never felt in the past long years: just such a thought is enough to make it angry, and it can't help but let out a roar, like a beast The false courage that comes with being seriously injured.

The six sharp claws surrounding its slender body flew together with this roar, grabbing in mid-air in an unorganized attack. It roared manically, fearful, and did not dare to look at the distant galaxy. On the edge, but always want to observe the footsteps of destruction again.

It shivered and twitched, venting its inner trembling in self-deceiving rage. Its sharp claws like spider limbs drew twisted and uneven marks on the flesh wall, and it randomly grabbed the willless slaves at its feet. Opening their heads, regardless of their usual pretentious manners, their mouthparts consisting of tentacles and sharp teeth were directly stuffed into the cracks, chewing up the scattered brains until they destroyed the heads. Until it is stuffed in.

One, one, and another, it violently overturned the restaurant that it had carefully built over the past long years. Originally, every decorative pattern here would have consumed the years of human slaves for several generations, but now, like a A hungry animal, like a madman who has no choice but to take the road, the powerful psychic species is destroying its cherished palace crazily, and the food that was originally carefully stored is senselessly torn into pieces, until dozens of hairs The unresisting life turned into a flowing river of blood, which did not relieve the slave owner's trembling in the slightest.

He is coming.

Everything is going to hell.

Likyavis kept roaring, crying, and trembling. It spent an unknown amount of time tearing apart everything in front of it, until its spirit returned to its body again, dragging it out of its beast-like state. When it came back, it suddenly discovered that the real thing was curled up in the darkest corner of the room, crying constantly for the non-existent noise of the wind and cranes in the corridor.

It is crying, and for the first time in its long existence and soul, it has experienced this kind of weakness: it does not even know that it can actually cry, and it will also emit this kind of sound just like those food and slaves when they are deprived of their last bit of life. A sad and ridiculous roar.

It grew its mouth and spit out sounds that could not be captured in reality. Its cries surged in the sea of ​​souls and spread far and far in another world: but there was no one of its kind to laugh at it, because right there in it In every inch of the realm that can be heard, its fear and cry are not a lonely existence.

It cried until it felt that not far away, another warship carrying its own kind was torn into pieces casually and carelessly. Through its innate psychic sensing, it could even clearly He could hear the desperate roar very clearly. It was the sound of hell as the weak little beast was targeted by the terrifying barbarian king, and then his skin and flesh were peeled off little by little, and he was thrown into the mouth to chew.

It trembled because it could clearly feel that the voice was getting closer and closer to its position. It seemed to ignore the incredibly chaotic battle situation in the galaxy, just like an old farmer walking among fruit trees, picking at leisure. own property.

Running away, crying, and even committing suicide: after realizing how close it was to the unimaginable monster, thoughts like these turned into a rolling torrent, constantly impacting its thoughts and the unstoppable king in its heart. Shaken authority, its soul thoughts are constantly churning with dark plots, thinking about the possibility of escaping from this war.

Escape: Such an action would undoubtedly kill it, for the psionic king of Osiris controls every one of its subjects, through the unexplained plague of the warp, and any betrayal against it will only end in death: Only the most powerful psionic beings can avoid the costs of such betrayal, but Likyavis is certainly not one of them.

However, if you face that monster...

…

It would rather die.

False courage continued to agitate in its heart, until an irresistible scream came into the sea of ​​its soul: that was the order of the king of psionic species. It roared to order its people, order It can also mobilize any power to block the existence that is constantly creeping here. Although this order will expose the king of psionic species to the desperate airdrop strikes of the Ultramarines Legion, it is compared to Ultramar. The Lord’s 100,000-strong army is even more afraid of that terrifying existence.

Likyavis had no choice. Its will was almost forced to ascend into the dimension where the Sea of ​​Souls was located, and rushed from the battlefield of reality to the purgatory in the void. At the last moment, it passed through those who controlled the ship. The slave of the operating system took a look at the scene in the real universe.

As another human fleet appeared under the leadership of the monster, and divided into two groups to attack the psionic fleet that was surrounding the Ultramarines, the situation of the entire Eurydice melee also suddenly reversed: Dawnbreaker's The attack caused the Osiris psychic seed to pay an unimaginable and terrible price in a very short period of time.

The fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion was divided into two, one large and one small. The larger one was a confluence of various main companies. Like barbarians shouting and fighting fiercely, it rushed towards the alien vanguards stuck at key nodes, and The smaller one, Morgan's flagship, led a few escorts and slowly sailed towards Osiris's huge reinforcement fleet, disdainfully facing an opponent hundreds of times more powerful than itself.

In the first Terran standard hour of the real confrontation, more than a hundred hourglass-shaped battleships of the Osiris psionic species fell. The companies that launched gang-hopping operations achieved their own bloody victories and praised loudly. The great name of the mother of genes.

Twenty-four Dawnbreaker companies participated in this battle, and they also achieved the same temporary victory as this number: as for the remaining huge results, they have turned into fine debris between the Spider Queen's lips and teeth.

Especially those alien warships that blocked Morgan's flagship: Although these hourglass-like behemoths had neither real exchanges of fire with human warships nor suffered blows such as gang jumping, they still fell into deathly silence one after another. Amid the general pause, it was like a mysterious mystery emerged from this life-and-death genocide war.

Only the most capable human psykers can reluctantly know the answer: on every Osiris battleship that has fallen into deathly silence, the desperate screams of these psychic species as their souls are stripped alive are lingering, and accompanied by these After the death of the slave owner, the huge alien warship was just a dead thing that had lost control.

When the troops of the Second Legion fought their way to the center of the galaxy, hundreds of Osiris's hourglass-shaped warships had capsized silently. These often required more than ten hours of firefights and a tragic battle. The opponent who can only be eliminated in this way, in front of that misty smile wandering among the stars, even the last cry before death has become a kind of extravagant hope.

The number of alien warships killed in this terrible silence was even greater than the total number of Astartes warriors killed by the two legions. At least a quarter of the Osiris psychic seeds were in the silence of the Dawnbreakers. They fell during the march, and their plans were completely ruined with an invisible gluttonous feast. As Morgan's army successfully merged with Ultramar's revenge army, no more communication was needed. Guilliman The descendants of the emperor began to seize more initiative in the war in an orderly manner.

Although the Ultramarines may lack advantages in various aspects, one advantage of them can never be avoided: in front of a total of 120,000 Astartes warriors, any trick that cannot succeed quickly will fall into the most tragic state. ending.

When the 120,000 Sons of Guilliman finally eliminated their worries with the help of friendly forces, and transferred all their energy and anger to the frontal fighting they were best at, neither the tricks of the psionic species nor the disruption of the green skins could do anything. The balance to prevent war has begun to tilt desperately towards the human empire.

One hundred and twenty thousand Astartes.

There is power in numbers.

This is the answer to everything: in the face of this answer that seems like truth, the resistance of the Osiris psychic species is so feeble. The most powerful alien warships wiped out hundreds of Sons of Guilliman in a desperate confrontation. , killed hundreds of think tanks, but before they could even take the shortest rest, a brand new revenge army that was ten times larger than before would easily completely drown out their shrill howls.

The continuous reinforcements of Osiris understood the meaning of numbers in front of the distracted Ultramar people, and their heroic outflanking troops were fleeing for their lives amid the scattered roundup of the Dawnbreaker fleet: At this moment, only clouds gathered in the fortress world The huge fleet nearby is the last force that the king of the psionic species can rely on. This catastrophe, which contains hundreds of the most powerful alien warships, is fighting against the [Macragge's Glory] and its ministers. They were engaged in a bloody confrontation, preventing the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds from attempting to launch an airdrop strike.

And with the crazy roar of the king of psionic species, this last alien fleet was mobilized by most of the fleet without hesitation, and pounced on the [Dawn Goddess], which was getting closer and closer to the fortress world at this time. Hundreds of thousands of the most powerful Osiris psychic species responded to the call and order of the King of the Race, released their souls from hundreds of huge hourglass-shaped battleships, and poured into the battlefield of the warp with fear.

And Likyavis is a member of this huge army. In its long years so far, it has never seen so many of its kind gathered together just to accomplish the same goal: in its In my impression, it only takes a thousand of the same kind at most to enjoy a feast in any world. The wars they have experienced have always consisted of exquisite calculations and shocking appearances at the last moment.

But now, everything seems different.

Likyavis's soul floated in the quiet and crowded sea of ​​souls. Its will, which was enough to enslave a hundred thousand intelligent beings, allowed it to clearly see the truth in the subspace and what was happening in Eurydice at this moment. The [real] world that the barbaric warriors fighting in the galaxy will never know.

Although on the surface, although the three-party melee has caused the entire galaxy to be filled with flames of war, the Eurydice galaxy is still an intact galaxy. The biggest damage it has suffered is just that the surface of the planet has been cratered by various falls. , other than that, the place seems fine and stable.

But only by stepping through the turbulent sea of ​​souls and arriving at a high enough dimension can we see the true truth of this unfortunate land: most of the land is indeed complete, although those planets and voids It still exudes a dead silence without fluctuations, but in the center of the galaxy, billions of souls are fighting with abandon, turning the center of the galaxy into a colorful painting, with large blocks of bright yellow and blood red telling the story. How much malice and madness are surging in the sea of ​​souls here.

But despite this, this is still a normal scene. It is the excitement that any void battle will cause. It is something that the psionic species have long turned a blind eye to.

But what really scares them is the scene that was born in front of them.

Starting from the Mandeville Point that the human fleets called the Dawnbreaker Legion passed through when they arrived in this galaxy, until they are fighting very close at this moment: this is a winding march that spans half of the galaxy. The road is already in front of them...

Disappeared.

It's like taking away a corner of a complete pizza: literally, it has completely disappeared. Even the most powerful psionic species can't see a single trace on this twisted road, and can only see from the black Behind the curtain-like silence, a few traces of fantasy-like existence could be vaguely seen.

Those worlds experienced by the Dawnbreaker Legion, or specifically, those worlds experienced by the Dawn Goddess, including the stars of the Eurydice Galaxy, although they are still normal in the real universe, in the subspace , but they changed their appearance.

These stars began to become weird and distorted, like phantoms that were constantly being disrupted by stones in a pool, rising and falling in the unsettling pure black curtain, constantly changing their images and orientations, and in some difficult-to-grasp situations. In an instant, they even turned into a kind of flesh and blood star covered with eyeballs and tongues, making the psionic species feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Distortion, change, unknowability...

unknown.

In that corner of the galaxy that was eaten, some changes that they could not predict seemed to have taken place. Some kind of entity called [Unknown] had swallowed up the souls of those stars, and also swallowed up the souls that would remain in that corner forever. of countless Osiris aliens.

It's like there is a strange magic and attraction. Although every psychic species is filled with fear in their hearts, the morbid desire for the unknown is tumbling in their hearts at this moment, for all of them. The shared communication network was tumbling, and even the roar of the king of psychic species became irrelevant in the face of this plague-like desire. Hundreds of thousands of souls who could easily destroy and enslave a race were watching in unison. That darkness, listening to the fear that is getting closer and closer.

And almost the next second.

The unknown and fear appeared.

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When [He] really appeared in front of it, Likyavis couldn't even feel what it was doing. Its soul seemed to be frozen, ordered, and attracted and taken away by some unknown existence. It was unable to control any of its actions, and could only open its dozens of pairs of compound eyes in vain, staring at the being that slowly emerged from the darkness.

It does not exclude this powerlessness.

And as the [Dawn Goddess] slowly broke through the alien defense line and appeared within the observation range of the fortress world, the hoarse voice of the king of psionic species gradually turned into some kind of desperate cry, and with that strange The laughter came from the deepest part of the sea of ​​souls, easily piercing the soul eardrums of every psionic species. That thing finally slowly revealed part of its existence.

The first thing that appeared was a pair of huge and white arms, wrapped in countless silver-white silk threads, but they still could not hide their jade-like flawlessness. These exquisite hands did not look like the evolution of nature. Every joint and every inch of the creature's skin reveals a pale coldness, like a lifelike puppet made by the greatest craftsman who has spent his whole life, even his soul and life. White silk threads pulled the hands, which were so huge that they could easily grab an alien warship.

He pinched a battleship, just like a gentle lady pinched an emerald green grape, and rubbed it with his fingertips with a joking chuckle. The soul of the hourglass-like alien giant ship was in it. In an instant, hundreds of the most powerful Osiris psychic species disappeared along with their residence. Their souls exploded in an instant, turning into dust swept by the strong wind, and disappeared all the way into the pure in the darkness.

In the real universe, amidst the dismay of the Dawnbreakers and the slight astonishment of the Ultramarines, another huge Osiris battleship flipped over and fell into deathly silence in an instant, giving up all fighting. It resisted, allowing Ultramar's Avengers to tear it and its commanders apart with sheer firepower.

The balance of reality has tilted once again, and in the sea of ​​souls, this is just a trivial interlude, a comic show before the real drama begins.

Accompanied by hundreds of desperate cries before death, and with hundreds of thousands of Osiris psychic species watching in disbelief, the monster finally slowly walked out of the darkness, revealing his body in front of the alien empire. .

Like a phantom, like a mirror image, like a nightmare deep in the soul, like a collection of everything that intelligent creatures can imagine in the unknown darkness, that monster, or rather, that existence, appeared.

He is huge, it is huge that cannot be described in any language, it is an irrational structure that can only exist in the chaos and disorder of subspace: When the soul creation named [Morgan] finally appeared in the spirit When the able ones looked in front of them, they suddenly discovered that out of the darkness, a god-like shadow stepped out, which was larger than all the fleets and planets in the galaxy combined.

He could easily hold Xingxing in his arms by just opening his arms. With just one wave of her white arms, he could destroy most of hundreds of alien warships. He looked ruthlessly at everything that happened in front of him. Like a noble god watching a gunboat war taking place in a bathhouse.

His body is invisible and cannot be looked directly at, because a coldness more terrifying than death has been captured by her and woven into a long skirt that reflects forgetfulness and calmness, wrapping His body that is more terrifying than the world. Huge body: His body may exist, or it may not exist. This is a concept that no one knows. This is part of the unknown itself, a field that has not yet been fully explored.

He may have a body and a lower body, or he may not have a body or a lower body: they don't know this, they can't see it, they are not allowed, and they are not qualified to know it. Within the limits of their vision and soul, they can only He could barely see the huge arms and the misty mist connected to the roots of the arms.

In the mist, an unimaginably beautiful head is floating there. It is a sacred thing that can only be matched by the integration of all the aesthetic concepts in mythology, the perfection of all arts, and the noblest passion. His face and head are beautiful. It is a beauty that transcends race. It is a concept that has been divorced from practical meaning. It is the expression of Venus, Aphrodite, Helen and Cleopatra in their lives. The greatest reliance in mythology.

But such a beautiful head could not describe its true face at all. When the psychic species saw his lineup, they all screamed, and half of the creatures were crushed in the first moment. His soul and consciousness threw his lamp towards death without hesitation, while the remaining half knelt on the ground in despair and began to pray.

That flawless head was wrapped in holiness and profanity at the same time: countless silver hairs emitting golden light were floating with his breathing and footsteps. They easily wrapped around the alien warships, like greed. Some of the fly-eaters are eating like food, while the remaining ones are slowly hanging down, disappearing and reappearing in the misty mist, pulling on those arms that are bigger than the stars.

Among the millions of floating silver hairs, there is a net that easily envelops this galaxy. These scattered hairs are like a clean ocean, backfired and shining with strange brilliance. They dance, Drifting, only the most sensitive psychic species can see the fear beneath the beauty.

Each strand of hair is not a dead thing that moves in the wind. At their ends, there are pupils and sharp teeth like snakes. The so-called floating is just millions of cold predators constantly looking for food. Waves of waves, they rushed to pounce on every prey, biting all the souls they were allowed to capture, and tore them into pieces in the most brutal and painful way.

And these wanton cold-blooded creatures are not the only residents: as the indescribable unknown existence moves her face, a layer of white gauze like spider silk is draped on its torso hidden in the mist, in the hazy Underneath, thousands of shadowy figures were revealed.

They were spiders, countless snow-white spiders with human-shaped upper bodies. Their human-like faces were dotted with blood-red compound eyes, and their originally slender jointed limbs were now so thick that they looked like crude imitations of human limbs. These fat creatures were as if they were trained Well-trained palace maids are generally busy. They walk in the void of subspace, and along with the hard work of millions of silver hairs, they constantly spit out the same snow-white mucus and cysts, and the cysts appear in the next second. New spiders will emerge, connected to each other through mucus. In the blink of an eye, a spider web will be formed in front of him. It is a terrifying giant web composed of countless wriggling spiders. Spider They continued to reveal the threads towards the gaps between them, until the big net was completely formed in His hands.

The silk threads of the white spiders are a strange hard material that is close to glass, which makes this spider web somewhat contradictory: the wriggling white spiders wrap up the vacancies as hard as mirrors, and between those mirror images In the middle, it reflects a hellish scene.

Countless aliens of the Osiris psionic species have seen and never seen, and have turned into lumps of tumbling flesh and blood, suffering unimaginable torture on the other side of the mirror: and this makes the Osiris aliens even more desperate. What's strange is that among the suffering people who kept crying, they could clearly see the same kind who had just been devoured by the existence in front of them.

Tens of thousands of screams were truly transmitted through the psychic induction array, finally shaking the will of the psychic species. Hundreds of thousands of forced warriors woke up from their shock and false courage, and they trembled. , flinching, even the most powerful people who are accustomed to taking the soul of a world as their meal also chose the same approach at this moment.

escape.

Escape at all costs.

Hundreds of thousands of Osiris psionic souls screamed in unison, frantically eager to escape from the horror in front of them, completely ignoring the hoarse voice of the Osiris psionic king: but even so, it was still too late.

He raised his hand and lightly tapped the spider web in front of him.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​souls was like a shattered mirror. Countless spaces and dimensions collapsed in an instant, turning into fragments that could tear apart the soul. The huge spider web disappeared in an instant, thus releasing those who were trapped. The prisoners detained there have long been tortured so insanely that they have lost all reason.

This is a river, a river of blood that belongs only to the sea of ​​souls.

The psychic species screamed and ran away, but just like the fleeing crowd could never be faster than the pouring torrent, almost in the blink of an eye, the victims all caught up with their former compatriots, and countless The powerful soul was submerged alive in the irrational biting and clawing, leaving only the amused chuckle of the Spider Queen.

At this last moment, countless psychic species truly saw that face and the existence that killed them, imprisoned them, and devoured them.

They saw it.

On that face, there was no expression, no facial features, only countless twisting screams that were constantly changing and tumbling at an unimaginable speed. They were faces from various races, and they were from all races. The faces of each victim turned into thousands, distorted existences like broken lenses, and were imprisoned beside Him so that He could constantly change his appearance and existence. Hold your own authority.

Him.

Can't see clearly.

cannot be defined.

Nor can it be recognized.