Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[So, you brought back the remains of these monsters? 】

"Because from a certain perspective, they do have a certain value, mother, or in other words, we must find the value from them: after all, our soldiers cannot die in vain, that is unbearable."

Lana stood near the door. His attitude was submissive and his words were firm. There were even bloodstains on his armor that had not yet been cleaned. In front of him, a total of five monster remains were neatly placed. Although they had already been Completely dead, but still tightly bound to avoid disturbing the primarch.

【well said. 】

The Spider Queen nodded, agreeing with the words of the Chief Guard. Her eyes searched for the deformed flesh-and-blood fusion bodies in front of her, but she was thinking about another thing in her heart.

[Did you suffer a loss? 】

"One battle brother's abdominal armor was torn apart by the sickle-shaped living claws on the back of these monsters. He died of acute hemorrhage before being rescued. Although the remaining four battle brothers all suffered injuries to the head and heart, Fatal injuries, but survived."

"Especially team leader Kesba. His throat was half corroded and both hearts suffered puncture injuries. However, after receiving timely treatment, his life is no longer in danger and his mind remains clear. He is expected to recuperate for a period of time. After that, you can return to combat duty.”

The Spider Queen listened quietly to the report of the Praetorian Guard Chief, and there was no more surprise in her heart: the Astartes warriors of each legion will inherit something from their Primarch, maybe good, maybe bad Yes, but the impact and changes are very significant.

As for the Dawnbreakers, Morgan, the mother of genes, has certainly reduced their ability to replenish troops to a dismal level, but as compensation, the soldiers of the Second Legion have the most powerful troops second only to Magnus. The sons have a high probability of spiritual awakening, as well as an incredibly powerful battlefield survivability.

Injuries that would have killed them instantly on other Astartes warriors, in the case of the Dawnbreakers, allowed them to linger for a while longer: Don't underestimate this moment, there are thousands of Sons of Morgan, just because After struggling a few more times when he was dying, he successfully managed to get reinforcements from his battle brothers and successfully escaped from the palm of death.

In the ten years that the Spider Queen has been in charge of the Legion, there have been so many deeds like this that Morgan has become accustomed to it, so when all the reports from the Praetorian Guard poured into her ears like water, the Queen of the Dawnbreaker simply After giving some instructions to her confidants, praising Kesba's team for their discovery, she asked the Chief Old Guard to retreat.

[Ania, send these things to Ophiuchus first, let her study their structure and their weak points, compile a report and give it to me. 】

As soon as the door was closed, the Spider Queen issued an order to the maid behind her. She casually glanced at the monsters that cost her children their lives, but her pupils did not have the same burning feeling that she usually had when looking at precious research materials. The blazing flame.

For Morgan, the twisted Astartes remains in front of him are no different than useless: not to mention that the Astartes technology is a technology that the Spider Queen has almost mastered, but the greatest value of these remains alone is that The organic fusion of Astartes and alien creatures is a bottom line that Morgan will never touch.

Everyone has a bottom line: even Morgan.

No matter when, the Spider Queen will not let her descendants have even the slightest bit of alien structure. She will never perform any surgery related to this. And if any Dawnbreaker dares to set foot in this, then even if he is like Rana Or a favored person like Hector will only be greeted by a ruthless trial from a military court, and even more terrifying, complete disgust from their genetic mother.

This is not only because the Spider Queen has a heartfelt hatred, greed and contempt for all alien creatures, but there is also a more selfish and important reason.

In Morgan's eyes, the entire Dawnbreaker Legion is her undoubted private property, a precious treasure that she will never give up at any time. Therefore, she has a desire to control all her descendants that is more serious than persistence. , she should be able to know and control everything about her offspring, so that they can stay completely within the scope of her ability, and bad things such as escaping or being lost will not happen.

This desire for control is also the source of the Spider Queen's decision to designate the first major project of her scientific research project as Astartes technology. Only after she has fully understood this technology will she fall into a state of peace of mind. : Because she can claim that she knows her offspring, all of them.

However, as long as an alien organ is placed in the body of the Dawnbreaker, this peace of mind will be ruthlessly broken, and the erosion from the unknown will wantonly begin to trample on the Spider Queen's control over her children: this is something she cannot tolerate. Yes, because she knew what kind of power [Unknown] had, so she was even more afraid.

Thinking of this, a hint of gloom crossed the Spider Queen's brow. She looked at Virgo who easily dragged away the five corpses, opened her mouth, and wanted to throw them all out, but then she thought again and gave up these thoughts. .

That's all, after all, these wrecks still have their uses.

The Dawnbreakers may have forgotten the many secrets about Heydrich and his Eleventh Legion, but Morgan has not completely forgotten. She knows that Heydrich is still alive, and she also knows that creations like this are in the darkness of the galactic north. There must be many hidden among the stars.

In this case, it would be better to study these ready-made living data and find and list their dangers and weaknesses: even if she cannot use these experimental data, if these studies can help her Caliban blood relatives in the future , that is undoubtedly a good thing.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen's mood improved a little, and the gloom between her brows dissipated unconsciously, revealing the moodiness buried deep in her master's heart.

Morgan quickly finalized the plan in her mind, and temporarily put the matter aside: Virgo would record it anyway, and what she needs to do now is to think about some more important things.

Something she had just experienced.

——————

When Virgo completed her mother's order and returned to Morgan while recording what had just happened, she found that her creator was leaning on the silver throne with his legs crossed, supported by the thumb and index finger of his left hand. His face, while his right hand was lightly raised in the air, playing with a few wisps of ownerless spiritual energy.

Virgo took one look, then turned around and started making tea. She knew that this was when her mother was recalling and thinking, and she must not be disturbed at this time.

【Ania. 】

Unless she takes the initiative to call you.

"I'm here, mother."

Virgo responded as she laid out a meal quite skillfully. Her movements were so fast that afterimages were left in the expensive rimmed tea sets. She took the tea and walked to the throne, waiting for her mother. 's next sentence.

Morgan was looking out the porthole at this time: the huge shadow of Blackstone Fortress was like a brown bear following a flock of sheep, falling far behind the expedition fleet, and even most of the stars were obscured by its figure. Only a faint glow was left.

There is no doubt that even strangers who do not know its actual use and only see its huge body have to admit that the Blackstone Fortress is undoubtedly a powerful war weapon. Its cold giant body is the absolute power. Significant symbol.

【Now, they are mine. 】

【……】

[Do you think this is an elaborate trap, Anya? 】

Virgo raised her head. She also took a look at the figure of Blackstone Fortress, and then looked at her mother strangely.

"Why do you think so, mother?"

Morgan crossed his fingers.

[It’s hard not to think this way: Such a powerful existence can shake the stars, but it has never left any traces, or deployed any defensive force. They seem to be specially placed here by some kind of will, so that some Plans and storylines can continue to move forward. 】

[And now, they have fallen into my hands so easily, one at a time, without paying any price, and without any hindrance. The success is so smooth that it makes people panic: If an army can appear, they can fight with me. If we fight around these fortresses, maybe I will feel more at ease now. 】

Virgo just blinked at Morgan's worries: she understood, her mother's persecution paranoia had returned.

"Perhaps this is just a stroke of luck on your part, Mother?"

[There is never luck in the galaxy, only the price that has not yet been realized: I have always maintained these thoughts, Anya, and they have never been wrong. 】

"That's why you're so worried: because there's nothing out there to stop you?"

【...Not really. 】

The Primarch whispered to herself, and she withdrew her gaze, her eyes vacant.

[Actually, before this, the worries in my heart were not that big, my daughter, but in this last Blackstone Fortress, I encountered something... something. 】

"thing?"

[Yes, it is difficult to summarize it with other words, and its motivation and purpose for coming to me are also unreliable: however, it is definitely an existence with malicious intentions. 】

[This is the only thing I can be sure of. 】

——————

The incident occurred after Rana led his troops to rescue the Kesba team.

Although the Praetorian Guard took away some of the original bodyguards, he still left behind a considerable force. In the hundreds of miles wide cabin in the center of Blackstone Fortress, hundreds of the most reliable Dawnbreakers While stationed, the ceiling above them and the floor beneath their feet disappeared into the shadows, and behind them was a giant black column standing in the center of the cabin.

Surrounding this giant column is a complex network like the roots of the World Tree, radiating out hundreds of bridges, stairs, platforms, and corridors, connecting countless dark portals leading to the fortress. At every corner, huge entrances seemed to be made for giants, and the towering bridges linking the central pillar with other areas of the fortress were wide enough for the gods' machines to pass with their heads held high.

The Primarch stayed in the heart of the fortress, controlling the most important system in the entire Alien Fortress: the energy grid. This system that has not yet been fully activated ensures that humans can survive in the Blackstone Fortress, so every day The energy grid of a Blackstone Fortress needs to be inspected personally by the Spider Queen.

Morgan devoted herself to this work, but soon, an instinctive sense of danger quickly swept through her mind. The Spider Queen slowed down her work rhythm little by little, whispering silently. With those most powerful spells.

Someone was approaching, right behind her.

This reality made the Spider Queen frown. She knew that the nearest heir to her was less than three meters away from her. It was impossible for them to ignore an uninvited guest unless they were in a state where they appeared.

Thinking of this, the spells in the Primarch's mouth became more terrifying. She slowly pressed the last button and stood up, but did not turn around immediately, but adjusted her condition to the best.

"You don't have to be so serious and boring, great Lord of Nothingness."

Almost at the same moment that Morgan stopped working, a human voice that could be called artificial came to her ears through a method that was definitely not the real universe. The words were like a monster trying hard to imitate humans. The mood is full of flamboyance, just like a stubborn performance mentality.

It was like a joke rather than a formal conversation.

Morgan's brows were cold. She did not respond to this sentence, but slowly turned around. Her fingertips already contained terrifying power that could tear the world and stars apart.

With just one glance, the Spider Queen captured the uninvited guest, because it had no intention of disguising itself: the guest was walking gracefully between the two Dawnbreaker warriors, but these most powerful Astartes warriors had no intention of attacking him. Appear indifferent, as if you didn't see it.

The visitor is a fancy actor, half-wrapped in a red and blue plaid coat, with a mane and feather crown on his head that looks like a Roman crest, and long boots that were originally on his face. The place was completely covered by a frost-white mask that grinned evilly.

【interesting. 】

Morgan laughed.

[An Eldar buffoon. 】

The Primarch's third eye immediately scanned this unafraid of death, but only saw an extremely abominable nothingness.

[Still an Eldar buffoon without his own soul: In this way, the only sad value in you is gone. 】

The Spider Queen looked at this uninvited guy coldly. She could confirm almost immediately that this thin figure, whose own soul had disappeared, was just a mouthpiece for some people behind the scenes: some people wanted to have sex with her. Have a chat, but don’t want to show up.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion still did not relax the huge energy on her fingertips. She faced this uninvited guest and kept looking at it with her invisible third eye. Beside them, the Dawnbreaker Legion soldiers Standing almost motionless, like countless exquisite marble statues.

A second later, Morgan frowned quietly: behind this soulless and abominable puppet, she vaguely saw a vague figure, which was a human-shaped golden existence with a thin, torn body and a head. It has curved corners.

But at the second glance, she seemed to see another existence: the same funny clothes as the thing in front of her, a sharp nose and chin, and an inhuman smile outlined on the bright white face.

【……】

【Who do you represent? 】

[Is it the mortal god who has been broken long ago, or the coward who is hiding? 】

The Primarch's question was met with a shrill laugh of unknown meaning.

"Since we are destined to be strangers, why are you so persistent?"

【……】

Morgan snorted, but did not relax his vigilance: from the abominable aspects revealed by the four gods, from the endless memories left by the aliens, from the praises written by the Necrons, and even from the abandonment of Heydrich Among the rich inheritance, the Spider Queen had glimpsed these god-like existences early on, and also knew that the two most cunning individuals among them were very likely to be standing in front of her at this time.

Western Lego, or Malphiteland?

Neither are good answers.

[Then, what are you doing? 】

The Primarch asked again. She was thinking about how to seize the initiative. If she found that she could not seize the initiative, then she would not hesitate to tear the puppet in front of her to pieces: Morgan was not sure whether she could take the initiative. She would rather not try to get benefits from those two notorious guys.

"The birth of a great thing always has spectators who cheer loudly: the measures you are making now are so important, there must be a pair of people who have witnessed this scene, so that people in the future can know a series of great things. , when did it start?”

This puppet performed an extremely exaggerated etiquette towards the Primarch. Its voice deliberately imitated the customs and emphasis from Avalon. Every word that came out symbolized a completely different emotion, which finally converged into A bunch of funny lines that make you want to laugh.

"Just like when a brave man in a fairy tale embarks on a journey, there are always several elders and companions in the village who will witness his departure: this is the most basic plot logic."

【……】

[If you are just here to watch, then I can tell you: this show is over. Now, please allow me to see you off this theater. 】

Following the words of the Primarch, the raging psychic waves turned into dozens of breathtaking swords, surrounding the puppet, eager to tear it into pieces.

"That's really a pity..."

The hateful sound was dragged into a deliberate long tone, and then suddenly accelerated the moment the first sword arrived.

"But I have also prepared a present: it will be enough to satisfy you."

【……】

The rain of swords stopped, and the edge of the shimmering cold light touched the tip of the puppet's nose.

【What is it? 】

"Aren't you afraid it's a trap?"

The Primarch smiled, and she waved her hand casually. The raging sword rain immediately swallowed up one of the puppet's arms, cutting off half of its body, revealing the dense white bones.

[You have one more chance. 】

The Spider Queen's rudeness did not arouse anger. The deep laughter of an unknown deceitful god echoed in the dark hall, accompanied by the figure of the Harlequin Puppet, which was not affected by serious injuries at all. : Still so elegant and disgusting.

"Before that, please let me congratulate you. Your Excellency, you have finally obtained your third most powerful weapon. It will be held tightly in your hands. You don't need to worry about anyone coming to snatch it. Because everyone knows that you are the best choice to keep these ancient killings, and in your hands, they give God peace of mind."

"But not everyone is happy to see you master them: you must also know that deep in every Talisman of Vaal, there is an ancient door leading to the Webway, and overwhelming armies are ready to attack at any time. It is possible to step out of it into reality and gift you with a war.”

"In fact, while I was talking to you, a large army had already arrived. They were advancing in the Webway, trying to ambush the team you led in the corridor of the Talisman of Vaal that was large enough to accommodate the legions."

【……】

The Primarch frowned, and was greeted by the hard smile on the face of the Harlequin Golem.

"But you don't need to worry."

Its sound is chilling.

"They'll never arrive."

"The Webway has never been a paradise."

【Is this your gift? 】

Morgan's words were much calmer than she expected.

"No, this is just a goodwill, a move that is beneficial to each other. Whether it is your time or my time, you should not be disturbed by these confused fools. Their existence is like a third-rate book. In vaudeville novels, there are passages that the author doesn’t like and readers don’t read, but they have to appear for the sake of so-called plot coherence, thus torturing everyone.”

"So, for the sake of the joy of all of us, I took the decision to delete this plot, leaving these meaningless existences in the webway forever, so that we can perform some important rituals faster."

[For example? 】

Morgan blinked. She suppressed her curiosity as much as possible, replaced her eager questions with listening and silence, and allowed her weaknesses to be gathered as much as possible and hidden behind a cold face.

"For example, I can answer those questions in your mind, those blasphemous thoughts."

The visitor's words became softer than ever before, but the meaning behind them made the Primarch reveal the most amiable smile.

[Then say it. 】

The Harlequin bowed again.

"All along, your guesses about these ancient killings are correct. The six black stone fortresses you call are enough to make you a force that can subvert the galaxy. When that great war comes, you will become the most powerful force in the world. An important bargaining chip, valued by everyone."

【……】

[Just chips? 】

"Who is not a bargaining chip?"

"Even if it's a god."

【……】

【go on. 】

"In that great war, you will be one of the most powerful beasts, like an arrogant golden eagle hovering in the sky: but if you are too short-sighted and greedy, you will leave your kingdom prematurely and plunge to the ground. If you compete with other ferocious beasts for prey, the fate that awaits you will only have one ending."

"The golden eagle should not leave the sky. Your wings are designed to protect you, but once they fall to the ground, they are useless. Your sharp claws can tear the beasts apart, but in the face of fangs coming from all directions, there is nothing you can do to save yourself. .”

"What you should really do is to soar in the sky for a long time, preying on birds and recuperating in places that ordinary beasts cannot reach, letting your claws become sharper and your wings becoming fuller, because The disputes between beasts always end."

"There will be no real winner among them, after that, there is your chance."

"At that time, destiny will be like a fork in the fog, ushering in a choice."

"If you choose to associate with the wolf under the bright moon, victory will be a matter of course. The gods will welcome you with ecstatic cheers, and the wolf god will become the last pedal under your feet, helping You rule the entire galaxy."

"And if you choose to hold that torch high, this road will be extremely crazy, difficult and painful. No one will know what the final outcome will be, but the Queen of Avalon is destined not to stay by the sun. She will eventually The destination will be the hometown she chose."

"Of course, if you don't like these two paths, you have other choices. You are the loneliest person among your blood relatives and the freest person. All of you will be free at the same moment, Be truly free."

"Then you will destroy everything."

"Your great work will collapse in eight terrible disasters, they are:"

"Arrogance, folly, deceit, discord, murder, wrath, greed, and ambition."

"When they appear one after another, it will be your opportunity to step into the galaxy. That is your only possibility of winning this victory: this is a good thing for you and me."

【……】

[You are just telling a bunch of meaningless riddles, the Laughing God, or I should call you the Deceiver. You may be either of these two beings, but you don’t seem to intend to tell me: So, you If you don't even want to reveal your identity, how can I believe what you tell me? 】

"You don't need to believe it."

The mask on the Harlequin's face seems to reflect an unsettling light.

"When everything proceeds according to the words I have spoken, you will naturally know the value of these advices, and you will also know what you should do."

[I don’t see how these riddles are of any use to me, and considering that I don’t seem to have much of a good relationship with the race to which your puppet belongs, I can even reasonably suspect that you have ulterior motives, right? ? 】

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of the Primarch's mouth, and her words did not seem to exceed the expectations of the visitor.

"Yes, please keep your caution and indifference. This is good for us: we are not friends yet, but at some point in the future, we may fight side by side. After all, we have the same opponent, and our fate is different. A dramatic plot will be spared.”

"We will meet again then."

"But before that, please accept this humble gift. It symbolizes my goodwill and greetings to you. You can keep it, after all, it has value in itself."

The Harlequin puppet, which had not moved for a long time, spit out these words from its chest, and the moment the last word landed, the Harlequin waved his coat towards the Primarch with agility that no Astartes warrior could react to. something in between.

But in the eyes of the Spider Queen, such a flexible move was speechless with the slow pantomime. Morgan snorted with disdain. She then let the gift float in mid-air, and then pointed her backhand, and endless waves of psychic energy were released. He rushed towards the clown and tore it to pieces in the blink of an eye.

And at the moment when the alien was shattered, the Lord of the Second Legion was looking at the inexplicable gift in front of her: it looked like a black-wrapped book, with no title or author, and not even the number of pages in it. Being constantly distorted by a strange light.

【What's this? 】

Looking at the clown with only half a broken mask left, Morgan asked.

In front of her, the soulless puppet kept its smile, as if the vicious psychic claws were not tearing at its body. Instead, the second before it was completely torn apart, there was nothing left in it. Behind the mask of the object, like poetry, came intermittent a cappella singing.

"In the Webway, there is a library of classics."

"Hold the key tightly and see clearly."

【……】

【……】

[I hate riddles. 】

Morgan opened her eyes, walked out of the memories of the recent past, and felt the hardness of the silver-white throne behind her. Beside her, the Virgo and Tuchucha engines were doing their respective jobs in an orderly manner, and the book that was given as a gift The black book she came with was casually placed together with two alien creations.

The Primarch stood up and walked out of the riddle that she had never fully understood. She recalled the biggest variable she encountered when mastering the Blackstone Fortress, and at the same time thought about how to use the secrets in the depths of these ancient fortresses. Gates to the Webway: Or, how should she guard against them?

…

No ideas.

The Primarch patted her head with some annoyance. Although these powerful equipment were in her hands, it seemed that she was far from being able to sit back and relax. After drinking the tea brewed by Virgo, the Spider Queen again I thought about various issues for a while, but I still couldn't figure out the real idea.

Finally, when the Dawnbreaker Legion transported the sixth Blackstone Fortress to the Assembly System and began the journey back to the Avalon sector, their genetic mother temporarily gave up on the thoughts that would only bring distress.

She left the throne room and walked into another room nearby. She smiled and looked at the figure sitting in front of the table: a very clean figure.

[Conrad. 】

[How did you go with today’s homework? 】