Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Luo Jia, my brother."

"Come here, I need you."

"You know, this great war has come to its final stage."

"It's coming soon."

"Victory and the smiles of the gods are waiting for us not far ahead."

“For this moment, we have shed too much blood and sacrificed too much, but we have also achieved countless great victories: think of the Five Hundred Worlds and Istavan, the Emperor’s blood and tears flow for us .”

"The hypocritical empire created by the tyrant himself is now shaking: all his slaves have been crushed by us, and the only thing that can stop us now is the last high wall, and the power he has hoarded in Terra."

"But it is not easy to destroy this immortal wall of Diodosi."

“We need strength.”

"I need strength!"

"More power...all power!"

"Go and call them, brothers, and so we like-minded comrades!"

"Tell them I need them."

"This war requires them!"

"Tell them, come to Ulano!"

"Come to Terra!"

"Zhuangsen, Fogrim, Angelon, Conrad, Pertulabo..."

"And her..."

"Call them all, Luo Jia."

"Tell them: It's time to send our weak father on the way."

“A new era is coming.”

“I don’t want anyone to be late.”

"I'll be here, waiting for them."

—————

"And you need to go to the Far East: help me invite that queen."

"Be careful, Luo Jia."

"Don't be attached to her demon."

"Don't fall into the fields of Conrad, Zhuangson, Peturabo and Kiriman."

"You know, she's... very strong now."

—————

"It's crazy, too."

Rayak could hear his father's whisper.

When [The Law of Faith] approaches carefully what was once called Avalon...

world?

country?

Or domain?

He couldn't explain it: he could only see a crazy shadow that was expanding infinitely in the universe, which seemed to be no bigger than an ordinary civilized world, and it seemed to be a collection of desires in the entire star area.

The word bearer was confused, and he calculated the time silently in his heart: from the time they left Ulano, they would need to drive to Queen Avalon's territory at least...

"There is no need for this, Rayak."

Luo Jia sighed in front of him: He knew very well what his descendants were wondering about.

"After she destroyed everything about Kiriman, we can no longer look at Morgan in worldly terms."

The Primrose turned around, and his skin, full of golden prayer, was pressed tightly against the bones, revealing a black and blue vein, making him look thinner than he thought: and Luo Jia's face was Bilaya The memory is paler.

Maybe his father was scared?

Rayak couldn't help but think.

"What do you mean?"

"Ask knowingly, Rayak."

Luo Jia stretched out a hand, and the invisible flames ignited from his palms, thickening the crisscrossing bridges in the chaotic waves of subspace, guiding the ships behind him: otherwise, they would be destined to be swallowed by darkness.

The sound of the Primarch is very low.

"In the Elysium Expedition, Morgan and her army razed the entire Otrama to the ground, and the Five Hundred Worlds were either slaughtered or became an altar specially preserved: the fate of the Extreme Warriors is also like this."

"Except for Kiriman, who escaped by chance: May he be able to live in Terra and dare to resist in that expedition, the other three Primarchs prepared for him have become sacrifices prepared by Morgan, and the Five Hundred Worlds are nothing more than a pretzel. That's it."

"Alphares, Vulgan, and Corax..."

Whenever a name was said, Luo Jia's fingers went further forward.

"They all became sacrifices."

"Along with the Five Hundred Worlds: they were all sacrificed to the prince in the Silver Palace by Morgan."

“…”

"Can you imagine: how much favored such a merit would be to Slaanes?"

"So: Don't understand Morgan after this as the name in our mind."

"She has long since... ascended."

Primarch hesitated for a while before finding an adjective that was not so appropriate.

At the same time, the light of the Great Word-loving One also bloomed in the subspace.

After the dirty golden lines, there is a clearly visible passage: the originally unpredictable darkness shattered like a pale mirror, rushing to all directions. In the blink of an eye, only prayers and human bones in the room were left. The hissing of the instrument haunts Rayak.

"You succeeded, sir?"

In the ecstasy of the offspring, the great-written man nodded calmly.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

Very good: It seems his sister is willing to condescend to meet him.

I hope her good mood will last longer.

Luo Jia waved his hand and handed everything to the woman's hand of his own life and soul, as well as more than 100 warships and tens of thousands of speech-bearers: he knew that after sailing into this endless darkness Even the gods cannot decide his destiny.

It is even more impossible for the emperor.

Because the case is right next to it.

“That’s…”

After driving in this suspected subspace field for a short time, a giant who passed by them attracted the attention of the spoken watchers.

Rayak lay on the porthole, witnessing the scene in front of him incredibly.

"That's the Makuragorn's Ray!"

“It was destroyed.”

Luo Jia may be the only one who is indifferent to all this. He is still staring straight at the front of the darkness, his smooth back of his head full of cold sweat.

"It's Morgan's loot now."

"Oh my God..."

Rayak looked at the scene outside the porthole in a daze: it was not because he had a new understanding of the power of the Spider Queen, but was amazed at the luxury of this darling of Slaanesia.

I saw that the Markulag Ray, the top warship famous throughout the Galaxy, was willfully discarded in the cold void like an ordinary spacecraft.

Not only that, its keel and shape were obviously distorted. Countless ferocious touch limbs and invisible hands roughly broke the soul of the Queen of Glory, making it a shoddy arrow for the speakers. The fleet guides the direction.

"It's a waste."

Rayak murmured to himself.

He is not an expert in ships, but it can also be seen that the damage of the Markulag Ray is not very serious: if this warship falls into the hands of the Word Bearer, then it only needs to be slightly modified and distorted. The fleet of the Seventeenth Legion will become stronger.

But here...

Rayak's throat moved, and he suddenly stopped thinking about the next thing.

Because he felt a will had set his sight on him: no, not just him, those invisible pupils were staring at everyone in the fleet.

That's not a demon, not a witchcraft...

This gaze comes from the power itself: from the class of the gods, but not from any god he is familiar with.

Rayak's cold sweat fell: until Luo Jia came, stretched out his hand, and comforted his capable descendants as much as possible.

"keep going."

The Primrose said.

In the following time, the fleet continued to grop in the darkness: no one knew how long they had been traveling, no one knew how far they had driven, even the front, back, left and right directions, in every The captain's mind disappeared.

The only thing that can guide them is the huge coordinates that appear from time to time in the dark: either the famous warship, the entire burning world and fortress, or hundreds of billions of mortals who have just died or even not yet died, were blooded. It is bound to the tendons and veins, and the wailing cry seems to pierce the silence law of the void.

They are all [fresh].

The warship had just been destroyed, the world had just ushered in destruction, and even the deaths of those mortals had not been fully revealed: Rayak dared not imagine how exaggerated a power that could place these signs in real time?

He could only be glorious: this journey, which is more bizarre than the Eye of Fear, is finally coming to its end after experiencing the difficult time as hell.

A ray of holiest light blinded everyone's eyes at the end of the field of vision.

Before they could scream, a naughty will restored everyone's sight.

"We're here."

For several hours, Luo Jia finally took his pace again.

"Where are we, sir?"

"In the subspace, and also in Avalon."

Luo Jia answered briefly.

"Now, there is no difference between the two."

"The territory of the Three Kingdoms of the Far East in the past has nothing to do with the real universe."

Rayak resisted the vomiting.

It was not because of the disgust, but because after the journey, he realized a problem later: he didn't know when it started, but he had adapted to these crazy scenes in front of him.

At the beginning, he still resisted and felt great madness.

But after watching it a few more times, it was as if the darkness around him began to erode his brain. He became no longer resisted. He was able to accept them in a simple manner, and even perceived the beauty in these twists, and then in his heart What if you long for the next thing you see?

Damn it...

Why did he become like this?

When exactly...

"Don't think about it, my child."

Luo Jia's voice came: Rayak heard a trace of solemnity that he had never felt before.

"Don't look at the truth."

"If you don't want to be another slave who kneels at her feet."

"Now, come with me."

"Only the two of us can go see her."

"Then the others..."

"Don't worry about them."

Luo Jia picked up the scepter and said something Rayak couldn't understand.

"From the moment I stepped into the darkness, their fate was not something I could decide."

"You, too, my child."

—————

This is a palace.

It's also a city.

And...it's even more normal than he thought?

In almost ten minutes after following the Primarch landing, Rayak did not see anyone who greeted or received them: not only did the Dawnbreaker not appear, but also the bustling mortals on the street, for a Primarch Yingzi was completely unmoved.

Although Luo Jia had already shown all the light that Chaos gave him.

This is too unusual: at least some should be on guard against their patrols, right?

Rayak muttered in his heart, his eyes swept through the golden fountains, white jade towers, lush street parks and bustling commercial streets: laughter and noisy talk were heard, and he argued carefully. There is no clue either.

It is indeed a metropolis with carved beams and painted buildings, shoulder to shoulder. It is countless times better than the most livable city in the human empire. Except for floating in the void and exposed to the radiation of subspace without reservation, Rayak did not notice. Anything wrong is going wrong.

Moreover, he realized that some of the mortal faces beside him were obviously familiar: before this great war broke out, Rayak had followed his Primrose and visited the flagship Dawn Goddess of the Dawn Breaker Legion.

That's right: whether it's the building on the street or the crowd on the road, the dou is exactly the same as the giant ship of the former silhouette: in addition to his age, he is in a larger Goddess of Dawn.

But... it seems something is wrong.

This is a subspace.

Too normal...it's not normal.

What's going on?

"gentlemen!"

"!"

"What?"

Rayak suddenly turned around and found that several children had already stood beside him.

How is that possible!

He obviously didn't notice anything!

The man who cared for a moment was stunned, then turned around immediately to look for his primordial body, but found that there was no shadow of Luo Jia: the road ahead was still full of bustling crowds, but just a few breaths, The Primrose, which was less than three steps away from him, was gone.

This...how can this be...

"gentlemen?"

The sound is closer.

Rayak looked in the sound and saw only the golden ponytail and blue pupils.

A little girl in a scout costume was smiling sweetly at him, and behind her were several companions, holding a somewhat oversized lunch box, which had not been opened yet, but Ling As was revealed inside. The Tate warrior felt the heat rising in greed.

What is so delicious?

He subconsciously thought that he almost ignored the little girl's words.

"That's right, sir, we're doing a free trial this week: as long as you can give a good review on our review list, sign your name and contact information, you can taste it for free. We just made this morning The roasted deer head came out."

"The ingredients were shipped yesterday to ensure that the process is absolutely fresh and pollution-free."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Roasted deer head?

Before Rayak could react, the lid was lifted: the person who cared about the words couldn't help but look over, and then it was as if struck by lightning.

A head that is so huge that it is not something that ordinary people can possess is placed on the dining plate, staring blankly at him: Astart's pupil was deliberately poked into meat paste, and his mouth was wide open and the ceremony was still in his ritual. A fruit was stuffed sexually.

The gold service nails are so shining, but they are glued with thick sauce, and two sharp blades are inserted into the skull that is split by the axe, like a pair of real things. antlers.

In the place dotted with fresh fruits, the ultimate warrior's logo was thoughtful and landmarked.

He's just putting it here.

Like a steaming plate of pizza.

"I did this myself."

The little girl smiled and caressed her, and the pride that belonged to the child emerged.

"Come on, sir."

The eleven-year-old girl looked innocent and innocent, and her tender and fair hands held the fork without hesitation and stabbed Astarte's head on the plate: her indestructible skin and skull were on the fork tip. It melted like ice cream in front of me, and a bloody hole was dug out in an instant.

The little girl raised her fork, which was covered with messy skin and rotten flesh. A eyeball that was even moving fell below. The eyeball inside seemed to be able to look at Rayak, but it exuded a fragrant smell: To Rayak couldn't help but want to taste it.

No.

He patted his head.

This is obviously a stinking smell.

It is the stench that has been left for a long time: it is the physiological stench that humans cannot bear.

but……

But it really smells so good...

Damn it...it's so terrible...but it's so charming...

Rayak stood there in despair and discovered: with every breath he breathed, the desire in his heart would surpass greed, and the distortion in his heart would surpass the facts. This change was moving forward at a speed visible to the naked eye. The speaker can only watch it, but there is no way to see the change in his mind.

“…”

The speaker was staring at all this blankly.

He wanted to vomit again.

But he wanted to try again.

In the previous jihad, he had killed the ultimate warrior, and even killed the five hundred best warriors under Keriman on the battlefield with Morgan's most trusted hunting master Bayar on the battlefield.

But all that, but all this...

"gentlemen?"

At some point, the little girl had already come to him, her scarlet body kept hitting his lips. Rayak screamed and retreated, but found that more little girls were gathering around her. The weak little hand was placed on his armor and shook like a spoiled person, but it made the verbal person unable to stand firmly at the beginning.

They were dragging him!

And he couldn't resist at all!

They are far weaker than him!

They are not strong at all!

But he couldn't resist.

They are weaker, so they are stronger...

Damn it! Why did he think so!

"Sir...Sir..."

The cry and laughter like a child still surround Rayak, swallowing him like a vortex. The word bearer still wanted to struggle hard, but found that he could no longer use his strength: Looking to the side, I could only see a stable street view.

Someone was smiling at him: it was like observing an awkward uncle trapped by a group of little girls.

The gods are above, this is...

Just when Rayak felt that he was about to be dragged to the ground by this force, the Primarch's big hand suddenly stretched out: Luo Jia stood behind him at some point again, holding the body of the Word Bearer. , with a light force, he took out his offspring.

At the same time, the gene protoplasm also smiled at these little girls with gentleness.

"Sorry, everyone."

Rayak looked at his Primarch with a shocked look and greeted the little girls.

"We have urgent matters now and may not be able to help your career."

"I wish you good results."

"Okay sir: Thank you for your blessing."

The little girl holding Astarte's head in her hand smiled sweetly at Luo Jia, bowed very politely, without any entanglement. In the blink of an eye, she and her companions were already jumping around. The one left, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter.

"Laiac."

It was not until this time that Luo Jia's heavy voice pulled the speaker back to reality.

"What I said just now: Don't leave my sight no matter what."

"Sorry, sir, I just..."

"You just think this city is actually nothing big, right?"

The Primrose sneered, then grabbed Rayak's shoulder and pointed at one place.

“Look at it.”

"What did you see?"

"A...a vendor?"

Rayak focused and sweared that he must have seen the real situation: but he did see only a vendor, a vendor that looked very popular. The owner carefully prepared a plate of skewers. A guest feasted at the restaurant.

Everything is fine.

"Really?"

Luo Jia smiled, then patted his child's temple.

“Look at it again…”

"Look clearly: what are they eating?"

"!!!"

Rayak saw it.

"That...that's..."

"right."

Luo Jia nodded.

“That is the unborn.”

"And to Qianzi's statement: they prefer to call it the guardian elves."

"But the Dawnbreaker clearly has other opinions."

“…”

The gene primordial seemed to have said more and more important knowledge, but Rayak no longer had the energy to listen to it. He only felt that all his worldviews so far were crushed to pieces in the warm scene in front of him.

What did he see?

He saw those unborn people born because of the sub-space trend, those who would be carefully trained by the warriors of the Thousand Sons and grew into guardian elves all the way, but are now placed in the mortal plate.

The vendor's boss seemed to have his own refrigerator, but in fact, he just grabbed it in the air casually, and the newly born unborn were discarded into the furnace burning with white flames.

They scream, they struggle, they are enough to tear the sharp teeth and claws of steel, but they are useless in front of the mouthpiece of the mortal: Morgan's people eat these demons freely, but they are all holding on to a mortal face.

The big man covered in flesh was swallowing the alive raw food into his stomach.

The meat in the mother's careful plate was divided into small pieces, and when the child was feasting, she wiped his face pamperedly.

The old man, who looked dying, also struggled to put on his dentures and bit the food in front of him bit by bit.

They are all mortals.

They are all devouring the demons.

And all this, all this crazy, everything that goes against Tiangang...

How natural it is.

That's what it should be...

Rayak found in despair that this idea actually popped up in his mind.

"Stop watching."

Luo Jia forced him away.

“I don’t want to lose another child on the streets of this city.”

"Let's go, Rayak."

Luo Jia dragged him and left the bustling city as fast as possible, heading to the end of the main road: there were brightly colored glass and polished silver domes, a luxurious 66 towers. The palace highlights the owner's place.

"Morgan is waiting for us."

Luo Jia raised her head, looking at the gods with piety.

"We'd better not let her wait too long."

"Yes, sir."

Rayak lowered his head deeply and quietly walked the rest of the road.

They kept their journey silently and efficiently for the next ten minutes until they left the lively city behind, a winding path that suddenly appeared led them to a city gate made of pure white marble, which stood above There were a few long-lost figures.

It's the dawn breaker.

Gods Blessed: They look no different from the Great Expedition.

Rayak quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he suddenly felt that something was wrong? ”

"Welcome, Lord Luo Jia."

Just as he was thinking, a dawnbreaker holding a giant dog had already come forward, and behind him was a flesh-filled knight mecha. Rayak had seen similar creatures in countless worlds of the fallen mechanical gods. , but this one made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Mother is waiting for you."

The dawner bowed humbly, but Luo Jia obviously did not accept the good intentions.

"I thought I wouldn't get any hospitality along the way."

"How is it possible? You are the brother of Lord Primrose."

The Dawn Breaker smiled arrogantly: Even when facing the gene primordials, they did not change their arrogant mentality of fame.

"But please forgive me: our new military dog ​​is obviously not well trained yet, and he failed to find you as soon as possible. After we go back, we will hurry up and practice this aspect."

“…”

Luo Jia was silent.

But Rayak could feel his Gene father suddenly fell into rage.

"Dawnbreaker!"

Luo Jia spoke heavily.

"I hope you can understand that the jihad in the Galaxy requires their strength more now."

"Instead of being here, you are forcibly caught here and have fun!"

"What?"

Rayak looked up, looking confused.

What was his father talking about?

"I know, sir."

The voice of the dawnbreaker was like a vulture that had just had a full meal.

"But unfortunately: they were all voluntarily."

After saying that, he tore off the giant dog's veil under his feet.

"!!!"

In Rayak's incredible gaze.

In the gorgeous collar, there was a scarred face belonging to the emperor's son.

He was laughing.

A big laugh that got what you want.

“…”

"Come on, sir."

When Luo Jia and his children were both in a silence that was indescribable, several dawn breakers came out one after another.

"Please allow us to lead the way."

"Mother and her beloved partner have been waiting for you two for a long time."