Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 61 Kai

Confrontation.

An unimaginable confrontation.

The sea of souls is roaring and boiling, like a vast ocean burning in a raging fire.

A [Star] is dying, falling towards its own death with great unwillingness and resentment. This monster called the [Manipulator] is so terrifying and powerful that every psyker in the galaxy is actively or Forced to witness its final struggle, those who were not determined enough or lucky enough were involuntarily burning with the fall of Warmaster Ran Dan.

The death of a star will never be silent, it will only be the greatest madness, struggle and death, and it will be a catastrophe for all unfortunate people.

And amidst this silent catastrophe, the war continues.

In the dark land of the Battle Moon, among the shining and dark stars, on the decks and corridors of every battleship between humans and Randan, and in the real physical universe, the war continues.

Tens of thousands of Astartes and Randan warriors fought in giant steel coffins, red or blasphemous blood flying with the scream of swords.

More than two hundred of the greatest war engines were in close combat in the small space of the Sabis system. The stars were dotted with dim beams of electromagnetic energy, thousands of drones, and the most deadly jumping torpedoes. : Each one is filled with Dark Angel veterans who have been killed all the way from Terra.

The arrival of the main fleet of the First Legion did not collapse the alien army. On the contrary, in this worst situation, Randan showed the reasons why they can compete for galactic hegemony on an equal footing with the human empire: courage, determination and a disregard for death. The belief also exists and shines in these seemingly blasphemous aliens.

The battle will never stop until the last Randan alien head is chopped off, and real blood will be paid in every tactical core, every corridor and even every room of every battleship.

Countless Randan battleships feverishly launched wave after wave of almost suicidal attacks towards the most dazzling [Invincible Reason]. Some of them even actually hit the deck of the Queen of Glory and were torn off before being completely destroyed. Pieces of metal flesh and blood.

And on those battleships that were successfully ganged up by the Dark Angel's vanguard, rounds of counterattacks and retrieval operations never stopped. Shura fields that cut flesh and blood were spread across every corridor and every corner. In the end, The alien resisters will not hesitate to overload the battleship's reactor as a final counterattack against failure.

The stars are bleeding, bleeding pointlessly.

Under the almost crazy resistance of the Ran Dan fleet, the empire's main fleet was unable to make decisive progress for a while. The two powerful fleets that could level civilization and devour the world fell into a fierce attrition battle. With blood, attack and death, they squandered the cards in both sides' hands bit by bit.

But despite this, any profound psychic can actually see that this war has lost all suspense, and is only waiting for the moment when the [Manipulator] completely burns out his soul.

When that blasphemous star falls, the false scene that supports the abnormal madness and bloody bravery in Ran Dan's army will disappear, and they will be completely crushed into dust by the First Legion in a brief period of confusion.

The only question now is: how much more blood will the First Legion shed before that moment comes?

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Blood.

Invisible blood.

Morgan closed his eyes, but felt countless blood flowing in front of his eyes.

They blend and outline each other, forming continuous gurgling streams and shallow rivers, and finally form a lake glowing with blood-red light, surrounded by the same scarlet blood mist. At a glance, there is no end in sight. .

Morgan squinted her eyes, her vision passed through the obstruction of the blood mist, and she vaguely saw white torrents falling from the sky.

Those are skulls, thousands of alien skulls. They have been washed away of all flesh, flesh and fur, revealing only the purest white twisted appearance. Most of them are Ran Dan's skulls, and some are extremely huge and deformed. The others are those aliens that have not yet been discovered and recognized by the official empire.

Each of them represents a soul that was crushed or affected by Morgan.

At this moment, an instinct guided her, and she could hear the sharp laughter and the vicious words mixed with some sincerity.

[You kill the enemy with witchcraft. 】

[You captured the skull, but you didn’t use a sharp knife. 】

[You let the blood dry up. 】

【You make courage useless. 】

[You use witchcraft to desecrate the honor of death fighting. 】

[You interfere with the butcher's peace with your twisted ways. 】

[Some guys will be angry. 】

【But...who cares about him. 】

The voice was whispering, laughing, and neighing, constantly interfering with her thoughts, urging her to use the most twisted power.

Morgan lowered his eyebrows and tried his best to control himself and resist this almost irresistible force.

In the past, this was almost unimaginable, but now the grand feast has enhanced her power, and Morgan can clearly feel that the echo of those voices in her heart has weakened by a tiny bit.

But it was enough to cheer her up.

Following her thoughts, tens of thousands of skulls flew out of the blood pool and drew a strip of white satin on the distant sky, allowing Morgan to carefully select them.

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Bottom line.

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When countless wailings passed by her eyes, she remembered this word.

She had no respect for the word.

But she was in awe of it.

Morgan knew she needed to adhere to some kind of line, if only for herself.

Some not-so-good memories passed through her mind.

The tide of skulls was like a flock of migrating pigeons, covering a small half of the sky of the spiritual world, painting the most dazzling forest white color on the dark background. Morgan examined them carefully and finally picked out a few.

The selected skulls are not twisted. In fact, they are human skulls, those unfortunate individuals enslaved by Ran Dan. You can even vaguely see strands of golden souls wrapped around them.

As soon as she saw these golden souls, Morgan's face turned gloomy. She thought of some bad memories, about the momentary greed and long-term pain, as well as the fragments of the golden giant sword cutting her mind wantonly.

She waved her hand and allowed these souls to disappear into the endless vast ocean.

After doing all this, she waved her hand and let thousands of skulls fall into the pool of blood again.

The voice continued, still laughing. Morgan ignored it and was immersed in one of his own ideas and designs.

She needs a [weapon].

Based on these alien skulls and blood that come with the soul, she will get a [weapon].

But not now.

After all, in her plan, the tens of thousands of skulls and thousands of streams of blood were completely insufficient.

She needed more.

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But before that, she had something else to deal with.

Souls are devoured, powers are increased, but with it comes the unfreezing of memories.

She was forced to see more things, things that happened before her consciousness was born, and she didn't even know who put these fragments into her mind.

Finally, she went inside.

And this time.

She looked up.

All I saw was golden light.

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Involuntarily.

Morgan was shaking.

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【You should join us...】

The sound of decay.

【You can join us~】

The sound of joy.

【You can join us. 】

Distorted sound.

【You must join us! 】

Angry voices.

The roars of the gods resounded and echoed above the stars, tens of thousands of kingdoms collapsed as a result, and hundreds of millions of creatures endured the catastrophe falling from the sky in the most distant worlds.

Like thunder, heavy rain, or an uncertain storm, it swept through the fragile villages, swallowing up countless lives and cries in the blink of an eye.

The roaring sound ignited, and the three thousand kingdoms fell into the river of blood. Only the flesh and steel were twisted together. From the burning wilderness to the end of the ruins, the butcher knife was raised, and there was a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.

As the twisted sound passed by, the king and his ministers drew their swords against each other, and the father and his son became bloodthirsty enemies. Lies and deceit enveloped peaceful countries one after another, causing the most brilliant civilizations to collapse in low sobs.

When those rotten words were spoken, the dew turned into maggots, and the wheat fields turned into thorns. The suffering people could neither survive nor die. A steady stream of armies emerged from the dead city, never ending, never ending. .

The laughter of obscene music resounds, beauty becomes ugliness, evil becomes good, the long whips of greed, jealousy, laziness and desire crackle in the most sacred hall, everyone sings loudly, every time of ecstasy Behind it is the crying and emptiness that is getting worse.

This is the truth about the stars.

This is the sin of the world.

Invisible gods gather in the void, and the stars that are high in the eyes of the world are trampled under their feet at will. The infinite will controls the rise and fall of thousands of civilizations and empires, and hundreds of millions of armies and believers are high. Calling his name and dying just to give the original sin the slightest bit of fun in the never-ending boring years.

No one can resist.

No one dared to resist.

Apart from……

【No need to say more. 】

He looked up.

He stood under the stars, in the golden light.

He faced the gods with silence, and the gods responded with endless laughter and persuasion.

[Why bother clinging to this, everything is meaningless. 】

[Why should your power and your future be limited to the humble status of one race? 】

【Join us, the great game will become the truth of all things in the world. 】

[The path of the gods has never been exhausted. 】

[Put it down, let it go, it's meaningless. 】