Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Everything is planned."

"Whether it's you, me, those aliens, or even every world in this galaxy, every dust, every drop of blood is part of [Lion's] plan. Everything may change, but absolutely It won’t get out of control.”

"After all, this isn't a fight."

"It's a great hunt."

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Morgan's pupils were bleeding.

Red blood.

This tiny drop of blood stained her eyebrows, streaked across her worryingly pale cheeks, and converged on her sharp jaw, not forgetting to contaminate her equally pale lips.

She closed her eyes tightly and calmly and carefully adjusted her state and situation.

Under the cover of the scattered silver hair, the pair of cyan-blue pupils kept turning, covering Morgan's original sight from the dark angel's sight: indifference, rejection and pure silence.

If there was really an angel of death who saw Morgan's eyes at this time, he would only fall into the most shocking confusion: what a terrifying gaze, the owner of this gaze ruthlessly weighs all living things in the world, and even He defeated the coldest, cruelest and most selfish alien overlord in the universe.

But fortunately, but unfortunately, the Dark Angel at this moment did not have the energy to take care of her.

The plan went very smoothly. When Morgan's spirit dived into the ocean of consciousness, she saw the soul and will of the so-called [Warmaster Ran Dan] almost immediately. For no other reason than this wizard The existence of the master is so dazzling and special among countless ordinary souls. It is like a dying red giant star, exuding uneasy light and heat.

What was reflected in Morgan's pupils was a scene that could make anyone's scalp tingle: millions of souls scattered throughout this galaxy, except for those few shining spots belonging to humans and Astartes. , those who walk under the banner of Ran Dan are all the most gloomy and numb souls. They are tightly bound by twisted flesh-colored threads, and these millions of threads are intertwined with each other. , entangled all the way to the dim star, densely covered with muddy scenes that are enough to make anyone feel sick and queasy.

In this way, the will of this witchcraft master connects and enslaves countless souls. It does not even need any means of defense and early warning, because its star-like size and strength are the greatest defense, unless it is another star, otherwise no one can harm it.

But now, times have changed.

When Morgan's soul slowly emerged from the countless wailing souls, the dim star began to stir uneasily. Apparently, it realized something, which was the most instinctive awe of its natural enemies.

But obviously, this Ran Dan's [War Commander] may be too old, or maybe too sad. In short, when Morgan's will fully emerged, it was not ready to fight in the vast ocean. Preparation for a fight to the death.

Morgan did not act immediately. She first glanced at Ran Dan's [Warmaster], which was as huge and delicious as a star, and then at the millions of souls enslaved by this evil man.

【hunger】

After a long time, this will struck her again.

She felt hungry.

In other words, she felt a desire to eat.

[Eat it, eat it all. 】

【This is your right. 】

[You are born powerful, so you should plunder. 】

Invisibly, a voice urged her.

Of course Morgan knew it, and of course he wanted it.

This star-like alien soul is so majestic and delicious, devouring it is even more satisfying than devouring the soul of an entire world.

There are also millions of obscure individuals. Maybe they are not worth mentioning compared to the huge main course, but such a large number can also be used to simply satisfy their hunger.

But this time, Morgan's eyes were blurred for just a moment, and her control over herself was still at a strong level.

Now is not the time.

Morgan knows this.

She needed the right moment.

This won't be long.

With this in mind, Morgan first carefully observed the psychic killer floating in her palm, as if she wanted to remember every detail of it.

Then, she gently pushed the alien creation, which was no different from a disaster star to most psykers, toward the [star]. With a click of her finger, the blasphemous creation was wrapped in a protective layer. Within the hood, Morgan stood far away, controlling it to float towards the target.

Under the control of the hypocrite, this meteor of destruction dodges among countless threads and souls, like a dazzling silver light across the dark night. When the victim's vision has just recovered from the sudden stimulation, it approaches. In front of you.

If it were an ordinary psyker, or even an Alpha level who could summon legions, destroy Titans, and ravage a civilization and the world at will, it would probably be difficult for him to achieve such precision: psionic power is ultimately the incarnation of destruction. The power is so majestic and rough, and the whispers of subspace are destroying their users all the time, restricting those delicate operations.

They can only continue to destroy the complete net on the periphery of the star. Of course, they can do this quickly using powerful spiritual energy, but this also means that when the indiscriminate and devastating explosion occurs, those who are too It's hard to escape a guy who's deep inside.

But at this moment, Morgan was just admiring it from a distance, and the whispers in the void accompanied the ethereal disaster star she controlled all the way until the endless light of destruction broke away from its core.

【Good dream. 】

Regarding the future main dish, Morgan sincerely blessed it.

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An explosion went off.

This is the destruction of the pure spiritual realm. At this moment, all the psykers in the Sabis galaxy frowned involuntarily. Those who were more powerful were able to stand calmly, while those who were not strong enough could only sit down. On the ground, it even looked worse.

No one knows what Ran Dan [Warmaster], who is the main target, looks like now, but its state can be clearly felt: those psykers who still have some remaining strength can all hear the sound of the soul realm. The sharpest howl in the universe, a sound as if a star was dying, accompanied by the screams of millions of people as their souls were ripped out alive.

But those ordinary people without talent saw a more intuitive scene. The Dark Angel battleship hiding at the edge of the galaxy clearly saw the changes in the Ran Dan fleet: at a certain moment, thousands of people in the entire fleet were All the blasphemous battleships fell into a strange and sudden stagnation, especially the core of the fleet, the battle moon surrounded by stars. It was like a giant machine that was out of control, losing its balance and sense of direction. Controlled collisions from left to right, crushing countless Ran Dan frigates that were too close.

Finally, it stopped, as if dead.

At this moment, all the Dark Angels witnessed it with their own eyes, or confirmed this from the communication.

The plan worked.

Morgan could feel that there was a minimal happiness lingering in this secret underground chamber, except for the think tank, who was barely standing.

And when the leader of the Dark Angels turned his attention from the think tank to Morgan, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that Morgan was still alive.

"...How is your situation, Ms. Morgan?"

【Well enough. 】

She smiled, which made the Dark Angel feel instinctively uneasy. He could feel the mortal looking around at everyone in the room.

He actually felt a little dangerous.

Obviously, this is an illusion.

"So...do you have any more questions?"

Morgan brushed away the blood and opened his eyes, his pupils filled with the exhaustion of escaping death.

"I want to know what happened, and that can be satisfied, right?"

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"sure."

At Ahriman's final questioning, the hooded Dark Angel merely nodded.

The ship they were on had just sailed out of the orbital shadow of the planet and left the edge of the Sabis galaxy. When the light of the star once again made the bridge of the battleship brighter, Ahriman suddenly discovered that they had already Sparing a big circle, they circled all the way from Sabis 4 to the rear of Ran Dan's fleet.

The overly huge Mandeville Point was not far away from them at this time, and Ran Dan obviously had no interest in leaving more defensive forces here: more and more quickly emerged from the shadows everywhere. The small battleships of the Dark Angels, under their attack, the few small ships Ran Dan left behind were quickly wiped out.

Ahriman quietly witnessed the end of the battle. He felt that he could no longer bear it, so he once again approached the Dark Angel responsible for everything.

"Surely the harsh system of secrecy in your mind has allowed you to know more?"

Faced with the Qianzi Captain's aura, the Dark Angel just smiled.

"certainly."

"So, what exactly are we going to do?"

"You just have to watch."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to operate something.

Ahriman was not angry - even he himself found this incredible. Perhaps the unexplained soul turmoil just now temporarily weakened his strength and temper.

But soon, what happened outside the porthole attracted his full attention.

Several Dark Angel warships gathered near Mandeville Point. They obviously had some kind of tacit cooperation. After a period of silence, each warship invariably emitted some kind of light blue light. The rays first converged together and then rushed towards the Mandeville point.

Then, a scene appeared that made Ahriman's pupils dilate.

As if the switch of the drain valve was turned on, the undulating waves at Mandeville Point actually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye after "swallowing" this light.

Before Ahriman could utter any exclamation, it was no different from an ordinary Mandeville Point, and after a while, it had shrunk to the point where no larger warship could pass.

"What...did you...did you turn it off?"

"It's just a while."

The Dark Angels seemed to particularly enjoy Ahriman's shock.

"It'll be closed for a few days, roughly five to seven Terra standard days, but that's enough."

"At least, that's enough for everything that's going to happen next."

"...What are you going to do?"

"A hunt, nothing more, but that is not our job, but other people's, those lucky ones who still stay on Sabis 4, they will tell these aliens what the truth is in the void .”

"...What is it?"

Ahriman asked sincerely.

And the Dark Angel just scoffed.

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【Everyone has it. 】

At a certain moment, in the communications of all the living Dark Angels on Sabis 4, a voice sounded in unison.

When the sound echoed in the secret room, Morgan could also hear it clearly.

[All soldiers of the First Legion, please note, go to the marked location immediately, repeat, go to the marked location immediately, abandon all combat missions and positions, and go to the marked location immediately. 】

[From now on, there is only one task for me and only one goal for me. 】

[Assemble immediately at the marked location and board the relic battleship parked in low-Earth orbit. We will go directly to Ran Dan's battle moon. 】

[Start gang-hopping combat. 】