Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"As you can see, everyone: this is the point I am going to make next."

"I will repeat it again, and I will repeat it countless times with pride: abandon the outdated ideas in your mind, psychic power is not something that should be feared, it is just a natural force that has not yet been mastered, it is just the isotope of thunder, fire and rushing, it is the key that can bring us a new era."

"Look at the evidence in my hand, I will use facts to convince all of you."

Bathed in the boundless light, Magnus' voice has never been as loud as it is now, his arms raised high, like the legendary Statue of Liberty, the fire symbolizing the future is burning in his palm, and the scorched flesh cannot extinguish the joy and passion in the heart of the Primarch.

His life is for this moment, to explain the truth to the world, he believes that this is why he was born and why the Emperor created him: if not, why should the Lord of Mankind on the high platform always maintain an ambiguous silence?

Not only the Emperor, but also the Emperor's servants seemed speechless: the guards deployed at the foot of the platform showed a rare hesitation, their eyes lingered on the golden sun, and Malcador standing in front of them was no less than that, but his brows were furrowed more deeply.

Seeing this scene, Magnus became even more proud and confident: if he had some hesitation before, what kind of relationship did this sun have with the Emperor, then the silence of these noble figures in front of him made the Primarch believe that he was on the right path and that he had grasped the true truth.

He was going to turn defeat into victory!

In an instant, the endless ecstasy and the ever-changing distortion made Magnus want to laugh out loud on the spot. He used all his reason to barely suppress his trembling brain, but even so, he turned around and admired the faces of each of his brothers with complacency.

Mortarion's face was only a hair's breadth away from the earth-shattering. He was staring at Magnus's sun with murderous intent, as if it was some blasphemous existence that polluted his outlook on life and the world: Then, the same murderous intent spread to the direction of the Emperor.

Standing next to the Lord of Death, Leman Russ was in another state of decadence: the Wolf King seemed to have given up resistance early in the morning. His face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it, but his wild body kept shrinking into his seat, instinctively trying to avoid the sun's rays, as if he smelled something dangerous.

Behind them, whether it was Horus's stupid look of staring at him, or Chagatai Khan's cowardly mentality of turning his head away and hoping for a blind spot, or Sanguinius and Dorn looking at the Emperor from afar, hesitating as their ideas began to collapse, all of which were carefully taken in by Magnus.

As for the other brothers, such as Fulgrim and Ferrus, who didn't even master the basic psychic skills, naturally didn't deserve Magnus' attention: Lorgar's reaction made him take a closer look, and he saw that the Great Word Bearer had already knelt down, praying devoutly without paying attention to others. The sickness between his eyebrows made Alpharius standing next to him look a little surprised and embarrassed, and he simply turned around and disappeared in the crowd.

Why? Probably because Lorgar's prayers sounded no different from those of a fanatical murderer.

The Primarch looked away, and he didn't forget that when he first saw the sun, his performance was actually not much better than Lorgar: Magnus didn't turn back, because he could guess what attitude Morgan and those smart brothers would have towards his miracles, and they would become his most loyal friends again.

And now, even Morgan and others are no longer the focus: after experiencing the confrontation with Mortarion and replaying it in his mind again and again, Magnus has more or less realized that the enlightenment of these ignorant and sad people present is just a matter of convenience. Looking at the entire palace of Nikaea, the only one who needs him to prove his worth is the supreme existence on the platform.

"Emperor, father, supreme master."

The Primarch turned around until the light of the Emperor filled his vision: when facing the person he loves most, even Magnus has to humbly put down his arms, merge his two chapters, and guard this ruthless sun in front of his chest like offering a treasure, bend down, and his mouth is full of reverence for the Emperor.

"In the past fifty years, or even longer, I have endured countless misunderstandings and ridicules, but I still led my Fifteenth Legion, and traveled to every corner of the galaxy, enduring countless threats, loneliness and confusion, just for this moment, just to be able to present this treasure to you."

"I can swear to everyone that the sun you see now, the hope you feel now, is the final result of my Red Magnus and the entire Thousand Sons Legion's life: it is our treasure in the research of the warp field, it is the supreme reward we can get after exploring every inch of the endless ocean."

"It is the future of mankind: it will help us lead to the real future."

The voice dropped a little, and the next words were just compliments to the Emperor himself.

"I hope this helps you, my great lord and father, because you are our only sun, and your wisdom and thoughts lead our race forward: when I hand you this treasure that has gathered all my efforts, I always long for your answer and insights, to point out the truth that we cannot see."

"With your wisdom, you must know what this treasure symbolizes."

"Please answer our doubts: please tell us its true identity and meaning."

After saying this, Magnus bowed deeply and saluted the Emperor. The endless sun's fire dyed the red skin of the gene primarch with a strange orange-yellow color. Bubbles of all sizes appeared one after another. No one could bear it, but Magnus finally gritted his teeth. He waited, waiting for the sacred voice from the Emperor.

As long as the Emperor spoke, the worldly troubles on Nikaea would be irrelevant.

Thinking of this, Magnus even cast a smug glance at Mortarion: his brother would never have thought that while he was still trying to win the support of the mortals, Magnus had already seen through the rules of the game: he realized earlier than the Lord of Death that the Emperor's final decision was better than the votes of hundreds of dignitaries.

This is true wisdom.

But it also requires true courage: just the courage to bear this sun.

The Primarch bent down, he endured the pain with unprecedented patience, waiting for time: the entire venue fell silent with Magnus's actions, hundreds of eyes gradually focused on the high platform, in the glory that never spoke a word, whether it was the Primarch or the mortals, everyone was waiting for the Emperor to speak and give the sun a true judgment.

Some people were furious, hoping that the Emperor would personally deny any connection with this round of filthy product; some people's pupils were already wet, they firmly believed that this was the last lost fragment of the Emperor's soul; more people just frowned, or greedily thought about this new power, or carefully thought: if the Emperor nodded, how should they treat the invisible power from the warp that was no longer comparable in the past.

Everyone was waiting: whether it was the humble dignitaries or Malcador on the stage.

They didn't wait too long.

It was just a few seconds later, the Lord of Humanity, who had been silent and weighing the pros and cons, raised his head slightly. In the dimension that no one could see, the seal holder under the high platform received the order from the Lord. He coughed heavily, attracted the attention of the audience, and then stepped forward and stood in front of Magnus.

"There are some questions that need your answer."

This was a notice: the Scarlet King bent his waist deeper.

"Answer me, Magnus: where did you find this power?"

Power: This rather neutral definition made many people start to think secretly.

"Please allow me to answer."

Magnus straightened up. He seemed to have been prepared for these expected challenges. Then, Prospero took less than a minute to describe in detail how he came into contact with the sacred sun.

He described how tragic and glorious the ancient battlefield that led him was with rich emotions that ordinary people could not imagine: even if everyone present was a heartless bastard, there were many sobbing voices in this shadow, remembering those heroic souls who did not disperse, and they were all infected by Magnus's emotions.

But then, at the juncture where even the most sensitive people could not turn their nerves, Magnus' tone suddenly changed, tightly grasping the hearts of all the listeners: his voice became more majestic than ever, as if there really were thousands of invisible heroic spirits, personally performing the scene at that time for the audience.

How do they sleep forever? How did they stay in the place where they once fought? How did they guide the lucky Primarch to embark on the destined path of all mankind? And Magnus was so similar to the captain who hunted the white whale: how he led his men to set sail in the stormy warp, and experienced so many crises that made people sweat and their hearts stop, before he finally set foot on the shore of utopia.

In less than a minute, a history book that might have spanned a thousand years slowly flowed in the minds of every listener. Many people did not realize until they came to their senses that their faces had been stained with tears, and their hearts had been infected by Magnus: when they looked at the sun again, the eyes of these powerful people were no different from Lorgar.

"Finally, I found it."

But the Primarch didn't care about all this. Even for Magnus, it was a natural skill to inspire these mortals with his bold words and personal charm. The Primarch only cared about paying tribute to the Sigillite and the Emperor sitting behind him. He had answered their questions as detailed as possible.

The Sigillite's face was as cold as ice: his voice was older than usual.

"That is to say, you were guided by some human heroes in your eyes in the ruins of an unprecedented ancient battlefield, and found it in the deepest part of the warp, a place that even you can't go to: Have you tried it for this, Magnus?"

"Avalon is always mysterious."

The Primarch smiled, he seemed to want to show more confidence, but the Emperor's servants didn't pay attention to his changes.

"In that case, how can you be sure that this is the future of mankind you are talking about?"

"It's very simple, Your Excellency, Master of the Print."

Under the illumination of the boundless light, the face of the Scarlet King looked so holy: even the palmer, who had long been numb, felt that his heart seemed to be shaken unconsciously when he looked at Magnus. , if it weren’t for the silence behind the emperor, Malcador would never have asked this question.

Just like ordinary people, when they witnessed this sun with their own eyes, the palm-printer's heart was swallowed up by endless shock: all the previous comments were one thing, but seeing the real thing with his own eyes was another matter. When he When he was inspired by this light at such a close distance, Malcador instinctively wanted to believe that this sun must be the phantom of the Emperor in the subspace.

The Emperor felt his thoughts: but he remained silent.

Maybe Magnus really just has better luck than ordinary people?

In his heart, Malcador was more shaken than he thought.

And Magnus's words do sound somewhat reasonable: even though the original body is now facing everyone.

"Everyone, everyone!"

Magnus brought the sun to the level of his own eyes. They were as close as a pair of old friends. The original body only needed to whisper a few words in a low voice, and the rays of light swallowed up the entire circular hall. Fantasy that resembles reality jumped out, dragging everyone into a brand new world that seemed to have always existed in the blink of an eye.

That was Magnus' world.

Like a maid holding a torch, Lord Prospero slowly raised his arms, dragging the sun until it was out of his grasp and flew towards the high dome of Nicaea, shining like a real sun. In the world here, more projections and illusions appeared in the shadows, accompanied by the rich voice of the Primarch.

"Let me ask you, have you ever thought about a question before this?"

"The so-called subspace: what exactly is it?"

Silences and whispers came from left and right, but mortal reactions were beyond the Primarch's concern.

"In the past years, the subspace has been considered to be witchcraft, fantasy, the ravings of mental patients, an unexplored territory, the so-called fourth or fifth dimension: there are always countless people trying to use scientific methods to explain it. methods to explain the existence of subspace, but there is no doubt that they all ushered in failure.”

"The reason is simple, because these scientists are by no means believers in the materialism they claim to be: when they face the truth of subspace but are unwilling to admit the existence of the soul and the spiritual world, they commit materialism. The biggest mistake is to accept everything that exists in the world."

"Now, we can put aside the so-called science and materialism. I can tell you responsibly: the so-called subspace is our spiritual world, and the so-called subspace is the echo of emotions in our hearts. Its The essence is nothing but a mirror that shines upon the forces we cannot see in the real universe.”

"Everyone, this is what I want to tell you here: so-called emotions and thoughts have actual power, but we have never discovered it before, and subspace transformation is the sustenance of these powers. We are in reality. In the flesh, we use our bodies to change the world, but in the subspace, we can use our brains and hearts to change things."

“If a person is noble enough, angry enough or despicable enough, he can get a unique echo in the subspace, a subspace existence created by his emotions and thoughts: safe or dangerous because of the actions of the instigator. "

"So, adults here, I hope you will no longer believe that the so-called subspace power is a dangerous existence. This is a typical survivor bias: precisely because the real universe has been too weak in the past thousand years. The overly dangerous faction has turned the originally peaceful subspace into a chaotic quagmire. When our empire brings peace and stability back to the world, the subspace will eventually return to its tranquility. "

"My fellow captains, fellow Rogue Traders and Astropaths, haven't you noticed how safe the warp has been in the past few decades? The only trouble is the time error: this is The greatest proof of my words is that we have brought peace to the physical universe and the Warp has given us safety."

"If this is the case, why should we reject the psychic power that the subspace gives us because we are afraid of the subspace itself? Don't restrain yourself because of the tragedies of the past, focus on the future, and remember that we are in the process of To change the world, the forces of the past should not hold us back.”

"And on this basis, let's look at the sun that I brought."

Magnus raised one arm to the sky, guiding everyone to look towards the supreme light.

"Remember what I just said: Anyone's emotions can produce new matter in the subspace as long as they are agitated enough. In the dark technological era, our ancestors were deeply involved in the vortex of distorted science and the relationship between them. The never-ending vendetta between the Iron Men and the stirring souls on a galactic level eventually stirred up the subspace into a frenzy that opened the Age of Strife, causing countless psykers to lose control. "

"So, by analogy, my dear fellow Great Crusade members: think about what a great cause we have experienced. With human courage and sacrifice, we have once again firmly grasped the entire galaxy in the hands of our race. We have defeated billions of opponents and brought order and civilization back to countless worlds. We have driven despair out of this galaxy and replaced it with boundless hope and joy."

"So, tell me: when such intense emotions are stirring in the warp, what will they produce? When these emotions are all about noble sacrifices, brilliant hopes and children's laughter, what great existence will it give birth to?"

"And this great existence, isn't it now in front of you and me?"

Magnus raised his head, he removed all his strength and defenses, and devoted himself to joy: the bright sun was hanging high above his head, so far away from him, and so close.

"Back to me, everyone."

"An individual born from the emotional resonance of the entire human race."

"An existence born from our sacrifice and will protect our entire race."

"A breath that I don't even need to tell you is very similar to the Emperor."

"Answer me, everyone."

"Who is it?"

"What is it?"

Magnus smiled, pricked up his ears, and listened to the silence of the mortals. In the discussion and answers without sound, there was a word so dazzling but so loud that it was rippling in everyone's heart at the same time: it was also shouted out loud by Lorgar.

That's right.

"It's God."

"It's the God of our human race."

"It's the [God] we created with our own hands."

"It was born from our sacrifice."

"It surrendered to our great cause."

"It rushed to our future."

"So, everyone."

Magnus muttered to himself.

"Tell me: God, what will it do?"

What will it do?

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It will kill us all.

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"What...what?"

A voice, a voice that seemed to be hidden in the shadows on all sides, seemed to come from the Emperor and from mortals. Magnus felt that this voice was so familiar, but so strange. He woke up with a start, but found that he could not find the source of the voice.

"I said..."

"It will kill us all."

"Who!"

The primarch's anger surged, and his sacred moment was interrupted. He looked at every corner of Nikaea angrily, but saw only countless blank faces: in the eyes of the primarch and mortals, they only saw Magnus who was still wandering in the beautiful ideals and shouting [God's Word] to everyone, but at this moment he suddenly became furious, like a madman walking out of a mental hospital.

"..."

What's going on?

Magnus was a little dazed: everyone was looking at him blankly, even Malcador and Mortarion were no exception. They seemed not to have heard the loud voice. The voice seemed to only echo in his heart. The voice has become more and more familiar.

The voice continued.

"Kill us all."

So loud, so real.

Who is it!

Who is it?

Magnus wanted to roar, his great heart broke instantly, but he couldn't find any target to blame. He looked around blankly, searching back and forth among countless strange faces, until he suddenly stopped, until he suddenly realized something, until he found that everyone's face had turned into a distorted scream without knowing it.

Are they reminding him?

Even Mortarion is reminding him?

What are they talking about?

Danger? What danger?

Where is the danger...

"..."

Magnus heard it.

He finally heard it.

He heard a heavy sound that was falling suddenly, as if an asteroid had fallen from orbit: the sound was so harsh, so close, it seemed to be right above his head...

No, it was right above his head.

Before it was too late, Magnus finally raised his head blankly.

He saw it, he saw the endless fire, filling his perspective.

He saw the living sun rushing towards him, unstoppable.

He saw him, saw the face in the orange-yellow halo at the center of the flame, which could not be described in any words, the face that made his soul cry.

That was...

He opened his mouth, but when the ruthless sun fell towards him, the Primarch had no time to say anything.

When his body and soul were completely submerged by the light of the Emperor, Magnus only had time to feel one thing.

In the excruciating pain, he felt such a powerful force, the power that should have been released on him, the power that should have been able to kill him, but now rushed towards him in all directions: towards his brothers, his people and his father.

That was enough to destroy the entire Nicaea, and even the entire galaxy.

That was...

In the darkness, a question mark flashed in the mind of the Primarch before he fainted.

That was... God?

A golden...black...or golden...god?

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The god who gave him the sun?

...

That's not right.

Didn't he get it himself?

The sun he got...

...

What sun?

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If you think Magnus in this chapter speaks incoherently and has a weird brain...

That's right, he is in this state now.