Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

+The gears began to turn, and a new story was finally revealed. +

+ This is a story about another of my descendants, about his home planet, his blood and his legion: but unfortunately, in this story, I am destined to be a cruel and unpopular character. I will Making the worst decision in the galaxy. +

"It's obvious, Apocalypse."

Although separated by thousands of stars, when the emperor's will comes, the figure of the palmer will faithfully emerge in the brilliance of the holographic projection, and every detail on his face is clearly visible, and his wisdom and The suggestion will also use voice as a link to contribute to his master who is far away on the front line.

"For once, I understand you."

"After all, we have no choice: the world has come to an end."

Between the Emperor and the Markbearer, there is only a smaller projection, a world that is slowly spinning, its illusions tightly grasped by the Lord of Mankind: from the outside, this is not a pleasant place. The planet is shrouded in a sickly red color. It is a red desert that almost sweeps the entire surface. On it are some extremely extravagant and luxurious palace structures, as well as those scattered in the wasteland. Scattered, barren and miserable villages.

This is not a rich world, but it is definitely a world with an extremely obvious gap between the rich and the poor. According to intelligence, it is also a world with a high level of technology: the slave owners' personal guards hold various Ancient relics, some of these weapons are worthy even of Astartes warriors.

Nuceria, this is the name of this world, a wild evil star submerged by hot red sand. It was selected among billions of its kind and gained the temporary attention of the Lord of Humanity: because One of his descendants is now in the world.

A...somewhat different heir.

+This is the seventeenth one. +

"The Eighteenth, Apocalypse."

+From the empire's perspective, he is the seventeenth. +

The Emperor seemed to mutter to himself.

In fact, when the Great Crusade of the Human Empire advanced to its first hundred years. Already sixteen Primarchs were fighting under the command of their Gene-Father in the holy name of the Great Crusade: but the Emperor clearly remembered that eighteen of his offspring had actually returned, but one of them was still alive for the time being. There was no showing up, and the other person would never be acknowledged by him.

As for the remaining two heirs, and their respective legions, the Twelfth and Nineteenth Legions, they do not play a vital role in the Emperor's plan, so the Lord of Mankind does not have the same role as the dozens of previous ones. Years ago, he searched for them at all costs, but allowed the tide of fate to push them back to him.

Perhaps it was this slightly lazy attitude that had the evil consequences, or perhaps everything was already irreversible when the original body was scattered into the void: in short, when the Emperor finally sensed his strength again in the sea of ​​souls, When he took the position of a heir, he already had a premonition that things would develop badly.

The reason is also very simple. Sixteen Primarchs have returned one after another before. Some of them have made great achievements and spread a lot of fame in the void before being noticed by their genetic father. Of: Dorn and Guilliman, for example, and of course Morgan.

Although the careers of others are not enough to become famous in the universe, they have reached the peak of their ability. The Lord of Humanity can sense the high spirits of his bloodline in the sea of ​​souls. This serves as a guide to find these scattered treasures in the vast galaxy.

But the current Primarch is different from his brothers: the Primarch who fell on Nuceria has neither spread his fame in the galaxy, nor is he powerful enough to let the Emperor in the Sea of ​​Souls. Sensing him, when humans found this heir on their own, he felt a certain aura that he had never seen before in this individual No. 12.

It was decay, it was chaos, it was the desperate struggle to reach the end of the road: it was the aura of a loser that should never appear in any Primarch.

This son of the Emperor did not succeed like his brother. On the contrary, he had been driven to the end of his rope by the home planet where he landed: but if that was all, the Emperor could still bear it, and in his heart he was The plans set by each Primarch can be called a grand blueprint, and of course they can tolerate their small failures at the beginning.

He was not a harsh tyrant.

However, the real problem is...

"..."

"We're late, Apocalypse."

Malcador's brows, eyes, nose, and lips were all shrouded in a terrifying majesty, and he was staring at Nukeria, who was held in the palm of the emperor: This chilling scene and his next words, They were all perfectly captured by the holographic projection.

"Look at this place. Even though it's so far away, I can tell at a glance what's wrong with it: the aura, the aura of the Chaos Evil God, is so strong that it has already enveloped the world."

"The entire Nukeria is a specially designed arena. Everything is just for No. 12 to fight to death in it and then be reborn as his slave in endless blood."

+...Yes. +

The Lord of Humanity nodded, and he looked at the world in his palm with a serious face, looking at the world wrapped in red sand: If you look carefully, you will find that under the layer of almost brown red sand on the surface, There is a hazy layer of blood mist on it, almost blending with the red sand in the sky.

This blood mist only meant one thing.

+ Blood God. +

The Emperor's voice seemed a little hoarse, as if he was blocking the blood that had already surged into his throat: when he told his story, the coldness in the heart of the Lord of Mankind was as cold as the one who was far away on Holy Terra. Those who hold the seal can clearly feel that the entire [Emperor Dream] is trembling under this pressure.

+ Angry Kelia, this world was not found by me, and the aura of No. 12 was not first sensed by me in the sea of ​​souls: he was found by the blood-red vulture in the subspace, that entrenched The great hound on the brass throne, thrown before me. +

+ Just when I felt uneasy, the aura of the Blood God surged out from the deepest part of the Supreme Heaven, wrapping the news of Wrath Kyria and the weakness of No. 12 in flesh and blood, and spoke to me in the realm of the soul. I throw it. +

The Emperor told all this, and in his endlessly suppressed voice, there was only a trace of sadness in the deepest corner.

"It's like a show-off, an apocalypse."

The palm-printer frowned, and he looked at the red sand star with some uneasiness.

"If I remember correctly, when your daughter visited Holy Terra, she mentioned in a chat with me that she felt an unusual aura on Nukeria, and even sent someone to I checked, but nothing was found."

+ Because it’s too early. +

Behind the emperor's calm eyes, no one knew what he was thinking.

+Morgan noticed the strangeness of Nuceria ten years ago, the year she had just taken over Conrad from me and went on an expedition with Guilliman to the Osiris Aliens: At that time, No. 12 had not yet Landing on Nuceria, she just missed him. +

"And by the time we realized he was there, it was too late."

The person holding the seal couldn't help but sigh.

"Or: It's too late."

"Since the Brass Throne will throw this world to you, it means that all the things it wants to do have been completed: the evil god of blood is just showing off as a winner to those of us who have not even arrived at the arena. , it’s just a rude show off.”

+We did ignore this. +

The Emperor nodded, his face seemed dark with defeat.

+ Before that, I could feel the Umperators and the Lords of Decay spreading their taint among my empire and my descendants: what happened to the Thousand Sons was too bizarre, and Mortarion's homeworld seemed too strange. It's not like a coincidence, it's just that these pollutions are relatively harmless, and I don't have a particularly good way to stop them. +

+ As for the God of pleasure, He focuses almost all of his attention on my daughter, which provides me with a certain degree of convenience: at least, I don’t worry that He will be somewhere else. What trouble has it caused for me? +

+ Morgan has always been able to help me in these strange but crucial places: so far, she is the child who has contributed the most to me. +

Said. The human's autonomous voice became colder and colder, and when he squeezed Nukelia's hand tighter, many terrifying things slowly appeared in the pale red projection. crack.

+ I have already expected their actions: the gods have shown me their greed from the beginning, and they have already begun to slaughter before my sons were born: each of them One, all want at least one Primarch as their blasphemous plaything, and many more.

+ I know, I know all this from the beginning, I know that I am destined to lose several of my sons, and I do not have the power to protect each of them. +

+But I never thought about it...+

The emperor's voice gradually became lower, until it reached a sharp turning point: as the power of the Lord of Mankind leaked out a little more, the poor projection in his palm finally could not withstand this power and completely turned into broken information. .

+ The first one to take action will be the Blood God, and it is much more ruthless and cunning than its hesitant brothers and sisters: while others are still testing, it has completely snatched a child from my hands. +

"We underestimated it."

At this point, even the person holding the seal can only shake his head and sigh.

"The Blood God is always underestimated."

"In the descriptions of those ancient races that we can collect, it is always dragged down by its worshipers. Those crazy, illogical and bloodthirsty fanatics would make us think that the gods they worship are really It’s just a simple bloodthirsty madman who is about blood, killing, looting and skulls.”

"We always forget that the Brass Throne also controls war and strategy, as well as the cruelest artistic aesthetics among intelligent creatures. It can be a strategist with great military skills and speed, and it also possesses the two most despicable places in war. .”

"That is, the greed that launches war, and the insidiousness that does whatever it takes to win."

"How could the Blood God not take action: He is the god in charge of plunder."

"How can the Blood God not know those plots and tricks: there is no shortage of them on the battlefield."

"Perhaps the owner of the Brass Throne will accuse others of breaking the tacit understanding between each other, or performing conspiracy, but when it comes to its own interests, it will definitely turn a blind eye and double-deal. This is the most disgusting thing about those Chaos Evil Gods. place."

"Even the most [candid] Blood God is still an insidious bastard."

+ It’s not so much sinister as it is arrogant at heart. +

The emperor lowered his eyebrows, waved his hand casually, and the broken video at his feet was completely turned into ashes.

+ From the perspective of the blood god, this is completely normal: since I am unable to protect my child, it can take it away as a matter of course. This kind of law of the jungle is regarded as a norm by its admirers. +

+ But you are right about one thing, Malcador: the Blood God is as greedy as his brothers. It has got one now, but it will definitely want more in the future. It will not stop its predatory behavior. . +

"I can imagine it."

The palm bearer nodded.

"Sanguinius, Dorne, Perturabo or Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan or Ferrus: by the standards of the Brass Throne, it must have wanted too much, maybe twelve To him, the number is just a bottom line, something that guarantees that it will not suffer losses. After getting him, it can boldly pursue the Primarchs it wants more."

+I won't let it succeed. +

The Emperor's voice was brief, but it sounded decisive.

+ In this game, I did fail. I can only rush to that world after everything has settled, because time is on the side of subspace: as long as the Brass Throne wants, the empire’s fleet We will never reach Nuceria. Before it holds No. 12 in our hands, we will either arrive too early or arrive too late, and we will eventually miss it. +

+ But I won’t make the same mistake again. +

＋What’s more…＋

The Lord of Humanity turned his head slightly and turned towards the dark corner of the room.

+In this game, although we came too late, it is not without a chance: I have issued an order. Get Conrad and Morgan involved in this expedition. +

"Conrad and Morgan?"

The palmer was a little confused.

"I remember, didn't you plan to bring anyone with you at first?"

+ That’s what I thought, but then I changed my mind: Because Morgan and Conrad are the two people who have clearly changed the trajectory of their fate so far: Although I can’t do anything about it myself, if I let them do it, , maybe he can even be a living doctor, maybe. +

+ After all, No. 12 is my heir, and I will give it a try whenever possible. +

"That's true."

The palm bearer nodded.

"What if there's nothing they can do?"

+ Then we have no choice but to throw in the towel and admit defeat. +

At this point, the Emperor returned to his indifferent posture.

+Although I am a little reluctant to give up, after all, I cannot delay too long in a chess game that I have already lost: if all methods are useless, then just think that I have lost No. 12 and the entire War Dog Legion. . +

+ I can even imagine that when I get there, the big hound on the brass throne will leave me with what choices: I will only face one choice. +

+ Take him away arbitrarily, bear all his anger and resentment, let his soul die completely before he steps into the empire's territory, and let him become a ghost in the sky above Nukeria. +

+I must do this. +

+ This is all I can do. +

"..."

"but……"

——————

[But why don’t we completely destroy this world? 】

[Or, let Angron wash away his past with blood, let him personally kill the slave owners who once oppressed him, and avenge his tragic past and his brothers: Maybe this cannot change Angron's final fate, but At the very least it would improve his attitude towards the empire. 】

[For the Emperor, this is something he can think of and do: How could he completely offend one of his heirs for such a world and a little time for an expedition? Even if he has already? 】

"That's not the problem."

Conrad seemed to be unsurprised by the questions raised by his blood relatives. He first smiled and shook his finger, then grabbed the water bottle next to him and drank it in one gulp: before telling Morgan about Nuceria in one breath. After everything that was going to happen, even Midnight Ghost felt a little thirsty.

But Morgan's endless questions couldn't give him more time to rest: Well, this is forgivable. After all, if you don't consider more factors behind it, the story on Nuceria does sound pretty fucked up.

"Like we said before."

Conrad wiped his mouth.

"Under the long-term planning of the blood god in the subspace, Nuceria has long become a purgatory prepared only for Angron: if it were not for the intervention of the blood god, how could the residents of this world have any hope for a person?" If you are indifferent to the charm of the famous Primarch, how can you possibly master those weird and powerful tools that can suppress the Emperor's children?"

"Not to mention, the world itself has a weirdly deformed system: the huge contradiction between the rich and the poor can be suppressed with just bloody gladiatorial battles, so that gladiatorial battles have become the culture of the entire world. This It’s simply impossible.”

"The only answer is: Nukeria itself is a world specially designed by the Blood God. Whether it is the bloodthirsty people, the weird technology, or even the abnormal cultural system with gladiatorial combat as its core, isn't it the one who Is this what the Blood God likes to see?"

"The Blood God specially designed this world for Angron, and also used this world to tightly bind Angron to death. Of course, the Emperor could completely destroy Angron, but this would also kill Angron in disguise. Lang’s brothers, although they are already dead.”

"In short, this kind of behavior will not only not be appreciated by Angron, but will arouse greater stubbornness in his heart: Can you still expect that nail in Angron's head to reason with you?"

"What's more, after destroying Nuceria, how can you determine where Angron's next triggering point will be: the Great Crusade will continue for a long time, and the Blood God can be in a corner that the Emperor cannot care about. , pinch out an identical Nuceria."

"So, if Nuceria is preserved, then at least everything is still within the known range. If it is eliminated, then Angron's future will really be unknown: we will never know where he will be. break out."

"As for letting Angron solve it on his own?"

Conrad laughed.

"Let's think differently."

"Let's say, this is just a civilian."

"He has been coerced by endless oppression from the beginning of his life, and lost everything he cherished in humiliation and resistance: his adoptive father and brothers, his glory and kindness, his original nobility and belief, all at once Another killing that had to be lost.”

"And at the moment when his life reached the lowest point, he gained strength, the power to kill, and the power to kill all those who had oppressed him: of course he would kill them all, because he Such a violent tendency has already been shown in the previous resistance, because there is a source of violence in his mind, because the god of blood will whisper in his ears."

"Let us imagine: if we really let Angron master the power, and at the lowest point of his life, let him lead his army and turn Nuceria into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, guess what? Guess, what kind of ending will this story end with?"

【……】

"Yes, you know, my dear sister, that few understand the Warp better than you."

There was a hint of bitterness in Conrad's smile.

"This kind of story has only one ending."

【……】

【Ascension to Demon. 】

Morgan's eyebrows were cold.

"Yes, ascend to the devil."

Conrad nodded, seeming to disdain the word.

"This is where it all ends."

"According to the calculation of the God of Blood, when Angron sets foot on Nuceria again, what he will welcome is nothing more than a huge demon-ascension ceremony."

"The Emperor can take away Angron, or he can choose to destroy Nuceria, or he can let the War Dog Legion bloodbath the world: but all choices cannot change the final result."

"Take Angron away, and you will eventually face his rebellion."

"Destroy Nukeria, then the entire War Dog Legion may not even be able to survive the last day of the Great Crusade, and will follow their original body and fall into madness on a new Nuceria that suddenly appears. "

"And if our brother were allowed to begin his revenge on the spot."

"That……"

Conrad pursed his lips and let out a silent smile into the air.

——————

"We are about to welcome our first brother who becomes a demon."

【……】

"All, now you know, my dear sister: from the very beginning..."

"The Emperor has only one choice."

"The worst, that choice."