Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

When the so-called [Overlord] chopped off, or rather ate alive, the head of the last Dark Angel, Morgan was finally able to see its true nature.

It was fog, ominous, blood-red fog.

Exactly like those Chapters of Evil that tortured her spirit forever.

In other words, they are of the same kind, just multiple sides of a dice with no difference in nature and means.

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If I give in to those blue and purple whispers in my heart, will I end up like this?

She looked at the [Overlord] who was walking slowly and fell into deep thought.

In Morgan's pupils, the current appearance of Ran Dan's greatest warrior in the past was reflected: its arms and legs were still unimaginably strong, but the once huge and ferocious head was now shriveled into shape, and the sharp fangs were His teeth could no longer spit out words, and he could only drool continuously, as if he was stupid.

Its blood is flowing with no sign of stopping. Although it has killed so many blood, its own blood has not been spared.

The increasingly swollen head of the big hunting dog has sucked out the last trace of its courage and strength. It is barking triumphantly, but it longs for more and is never satisfied.

Morgan stared at it, staring at the crimson mist that once surrounded the alien, but now completely occupied its limbs and bones. She sniffed it gently and smelled the smell of blood and brains. .

[War, killing, brutality, hatred, destruction, anger, skull, death fight, bestiality, bravery...]

As the thick fog of blood got closer and closer, and became more and more pressing, countless words came with the roar of the savage god, hitting Morgan's will one after another like an angry hammer, and then in front of the Primarch. The thick mental barrier turned into nothingness in front of him.

The vicious woman frowned. She searched through her memory and cognition, looking for the meaning of these words and their nature.

Search one by one.

Confirm one by one.

Her brows furrowed even more.

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There is a hierarchy of all things.

The same goes for emotions.

There are levels of joy. Smiles and ecstasy are far from the same. There are also levels of hatred. Some hatred only requires one punch, while some hatred requires endless struggle for generations until one of them is completely eliminated. disappear.

The same thing: gratitude, contempt, fear... all kinds of emotions are like this.

Morgan wasn't sure what kind of sense he had towards these overwhelming blood mist: fear? Disdain? Or is it simply fear?

There seems to be some of them.

But one thing is certain.

She narrowed her eyes, her fingertips flashed with invisible sharpness, and with a single swipe, she cut off the sharp claws extended by this menacing evil miasma, leaving only the endless angry roar that echoed in the sea of ​​souls. .

The moment she wielded her psychic power, the roar seemed particularly loud.

She didn't dislike this will, she hated the voice of the gods that boasted of war, killing and reckless destruction.

It's like this barbaric god doesn't like her either.

Power unimaginable by mortals continued to gather at Morgan's fingertips. She hesitated for a moment, and then almost arrogantly waved thousands of invisible scythes, causing the originally overwhelming blood-red mist to disappear in the blink of an eye. Everything is in disarray and no longer what it used to be.

The angry roar was bigger and more terrifying. It seemed that it might pounce on her at any time and tear her to pieces. In fact, she could feel that a power containing destruction was planning to do just that.

Then, another long laugh came.

It was an extremely charming, extremely private, and extremely lustful laughter. It was used from all directions and swept into an army in the blink of an eye.

She guessed correctly.

Angry war roars and lewd laughter collided in the invisible sky, and even the never-ending howling wind in the desert temporarily died down due to the collision of the two giants.

They are fighting, competing, and wielding blasphemous power against each other that mortal creatures can never imagine. This dispute seems to be the first time, and it seems to have been staged countless times. It seems to last only a second, and it seems will last until the end of time.

Until the third force arrived belatedly, it was another long and sharp laugh, like countless twisted eyeballs and tentacles multiplying in the void.

The three fangs of the gods are intertwined like this, fighting each other without any bottom line: brutal offensive, cunning avoidance, laughter and injury...

The continuous bursts of wild laughter intertwined together and eventually turned into a network that gradually became farther and farther away, until they disappeared into the farthest corners of the sea of ​​souls and could no longer be seen.

Morgan looked up, looking up at the existences that she could not yet fight against, or even look directly at, gradually disappearing at the very end of her will. She knew that these three forces were far from their serious attitudes. They were just the most terrifying of the three. The weak pastime of existence, when their endless will was invested in countless individuals, these three blasphemous gods in the void drew out their gestures and powers that were not worth mentioning, in this unknown corner To kill their never-ending emptiness.

But despite this, she still laughed.

Laughing at this unexpected opportunity.

What she saw in front of her was not her plan, but when she realized that an existence that she had never seen before, but was as terrifying as the blasphemous evil gods in her mind, was staying for this battle, what was in her mind The desire to provoke and observe naturally emerged.

She knew it would be okay, because the moment she exerted her spiritual power, the blue and purple mist flooded out of her heart again.

Even when the provocative thought appeared in her mind, she could hear the twisted laughter.

Morgan's smile lasted only a moment.

What happened before her eyes proved that the gods were not united as one.

At the very least, when the development of the situation does not make them panic, they do not mind facing other similar species with hostility and confrontation, and even regard this kind of cannibalism as a theme of killing time.

This time, she came to this conclusion.

This is enough.

She still had a long life, and she almost instinctively felt how long she had to understand her nightmare bit by bit.

Go a little deeper.

Let’s analyze it a little bit.

Go try it a little bit.

One day.

She will get what she wants.

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As for this poor guy...

Her eyes moved to the former [Overlord]. As the scarlet mist was dispersed by her, the greedy big hunting dog could only drink the host's blood more and more crazily. This man originally had dark red and dark black skin mixed in. Together with the alien, there are now large pale marks on both arms.

It knelt on the ground, its eyes finally regaining a rare clarity.

Morgan looked at it silently, she was in no mood to end the suffering before her.

But that’s okay, someone has.

Rapid footsteps came from behind, and Morgan didn't even need to look back to know what was happening.

Peeling away the thick smoke that spread across the entire battlefield and almost never dissipated.

Hector finally arrived.

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When the rising stars of the Second Legion arrived, everything was over.

He looked at the bridge, the burning bridge, wrapped in endless smoke and flames, like a door to hell slowly opening. Countless devils were occupying the other side of the bridge, using blood and the last The wounded were engaged in a carnival that was unparalleled in the world.

【keep going. 】

That voice sounded in his heart.

Hector didn't answer or waver, he just moved forward quietly.

He knew who the voice belonged to.

Therefore, under the command of this voice, he came here one step ahead of his team members. He was silent all the way, and did not tell anything more even to the most trustworthy Lord Kailon.

Hector advanced, sword in hand.

He smelled battle.

But before that, he still had questions, many, many questions, and wanted answers from that voice.

He knew she would answer.

Finally, he came to the center of the bridge, and right in front of him was a monster, a twisted mass of flesh that had some resemblance to [Ran Dan] in his impression.

It looked as if it had been abandoned by a moody god, transforming from some pure monster with no form, no thought, or even meaning.

[Kill it. 】

The voice came again, this time, it was particularly close.

In fact, he could see her.

"Ms. Morgan."

Those dark angels called her that.

She was leaning on a pile of mysterious objects that Hector didn't recognize, and she was wearing a formal suit covered with runes. It was a piece of clothing with wide cuffs, with pure white as the main color and black runes. , and below that is Morgan’s own blue-black dress and riding boots.

She sat casually on the pile of strange stone carvings and shackles, arched her knees, supported her arms, and stared at her chin and long silver hair. Her blue eyes glanced at him casually, and then gave him a smile. .

Hector looked at her.

Looking at this existence that made him respect, admire, be close to, fear, bewilder, joy, panic, and even have a trace of anger, his...

[Attack, Hector. 】

She spoke.

[Victory will not favor those who hesitate. 】

【I do not know either. 】

Hector wanted to say something else.

But before that happened, he had already rushed towards the monster.

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This is torture.

This is true for both parties.

Hector has never fought against such a powerful and crazy opponent. Perhaps there is no shortage of more powerful Astartes warriors in the arena, but the contest between fighting brothers is always civilized, and they understand the most basic steps of advance and retreat. etiquette.

But the... thing in front of him, the only thing it could do was to fight without regard for its own safety, and the endless roar of pain. He could even see the real head suffering in endless distortion and regret.

kill me!

It was roaring, even pleading.

Hector didn't answer. He just squeezed out every ounce of his strength and threw himself into every fatal confrontation and fight. The indescribable thing in front of him was changing all the time, from claws to fangs, from snake-like From its tail to its head full of sharp horns, its offensive pattern changes every moment.

The fighting continues, seemingly for eternity.

And Morgan just watched.

She watched the battle of this tall silver-armored warrior, watching him compete with countless offensives. With the most primitive strength, agile instincts and increasingly solid basic skills, he competed with the twisted monster. .

Morgan's eyes even briefly moved to the strange alien. The moment she looked over, the so-called [Overlord] turned into a two-headed octopus, waving eight-sided fangs.

Chaos eggs.

The term flashed through her mind, but when she tried to look for it again, it was gone.

And just when she was slightly distracted, the battle was over.

Hector's long sword avoided the edge, allowing a sharp claw to cut a hateful hole in his breastplate. Blood began to flow, and just as he expected, he withstood the blow. .

Then, the sword blade that still had some strength swung out half a moonlight in the air, accurately passing over the [Overlord]'s head. The head, which had shrunk to the point of being out of shape, immediately fell to the ground.

The head, the last will of the [Overlord] fell into the blood and mud. The light in its eyes gradually dissipated, and the fang-covered mouth opened slightly, revealing a human language.

"Well played..."

Then, there was no more sound.

But Hector had no time to care: the monster did not die just yet. On the contrary, its size was expanding uncontrollably, and the huge hunting dog head kept roaring and roaring its last resistance.

It was at this moment that a black shadow suddenly inserted into the center of the battlefield.

From the ethereal reflection, several torrents of blazing flames were shot out, burning the huge monster into a pile of struggling ashes in the blink of an eye.

Hector's eyes widened, and he looked at the unknown disruptor in disbelief. Then, he saw the Dark Angels walking out one after another.

The time agreed upon by the First Legion for a Terran standard had arrived, and now they came to take over Andrews' position.

Several Dark Angels were holding hot melt. They were like old farmers harvesting wheat, completely burning the twisted monster to ashes without any fluctuation, while several others were holding weapons and walked towards the scene. The other side of the burning bridge.

And the last one, he glanced at Hector like an old man looking after a naughty child in the house.

Then, he walked over to Morgan.

"Ms. Morgan."

【it's me. 】

"Now, we have a new task and we need your assistance."

【ah……】

Morgan hesitated - for a moment, and then she laughed, roughly guessing what was going on.

【Happy to oblige. 】

Well, I looked at the comment section and found that some people said that my plot has become watery and dragged out.

So I flipped through these pictures angrily...

Hmm... you're right (face covering)

So, let the drama begin to accelerate.

I will try to drag out the Lion King within five chapters. I don’t want to write a war drama in the short term.

Having said that, since the four rounds of promotion a few days ago, there has been no new recommendation notification or shelf reminder for this book. Do experienced readers know what is going on?