Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Lion.

knight.

Butcher.

Attendant.

dagger.

Great sword.

forest.

Forge.

When Leon Jonson walked slowly dragging his sword, countless words accompanied his steps, bursting out in an instant, like violent waves hitting the fragile cliff, rushing into Morgan's mind.

This is an instinctive, uncontrollable judgment, the silent scream of all the senses in the body in the face of danger.

Danger.

More dangerous than Magnus, more dangerous than Perturabo, more dangerous than any figure she had ever faced.

Through the gap in the helmet, she could see Zhuang Sen's half-closed eyes, like a lion roaming freely in the afternoon sun. His green pupils moved at will, shooting out dangerous shots. light.

Morgan reacted almost instinctively.

She stretched out a hand and poured out a few notes, and a violent hurricane roared out from her fingertips. In the blink of an eye, it swallowed up the temperature and air in the huge venue, turning into waves that could destroy mountains, causing this person who had been reflected The space enhanced by the psychic device erupted with an overwhelming sound.

Jonson raised his eyelids and watched the storm that was enough to tear apart armor and skin. His frozen face did not change even a little bit because of this ferocious wave. The Primarch of the First Legion just flipped his wrist and caught it. His sword struck from bottom to top.

Like the claws of a beast tearing through the tough linen, a rough sound exploded in the arena, marking the death cry that was enough to counter the psychic wind of the Astartes squad.

[I said... go all out. 】

[At all costs, by any means necessary, you'd better understand these two words. 】

Zhuang Sen raised his head, and in his field of vision, Morgan had disappeared.

Then he heard a slight laugh.

[As you wish, Your Excellency. 】

After the strong wind was strangled, Morgan's figure had disappeared. Zhuangson rolled his eyes and spotted her at the far end of the arena.

In the sight of the Primarch, Morgan took a deep breath, and the freezing frost spread from the corners in all directions. The temperature in the arena dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white frost covered everyone. The edge of a sharp blade was swallowed up, and the sharply dropped temperature invaded from the cracks in the armor, piercing the Primarch's senses.

Zhuang Sen spat out a long line of white frost. Along with this obvious cooling, he could feel a slight lag in the joints of his arms. The Primarch gently turned his wrist, and this feeling disappeared. trace.

very good.

He looked at the psyker in the distance, waiting for her next move.

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At the other end of the arena, Morgan snapped his fingers, letting an invisible shell protect his body, and then frowned.

When she saw Zhuang Sen's giant-like body, she almost instinctively began to whisper about the psychic powers of the biochemical system: overloading the blood, crushing the heart, or letting the darkness of blindness sweep over the enemy's senses. These mainly attack the physical body. 's spells are best suited for this indestructible opponent.

But the next moment she realized that such methods were useless against Zhuang Sen. As both Primarchs, Morgan knew very well what kind of vague essence was hidden under the human skins of her and Zhuang Sen. That was impossible to use any method. A strange creation that cannot be explained by medical knowledge is a Frankenstein walking in the interstellar age.

Looking at Zhuangson in the distance, Morgan sighed.

This breath is entrenched in the kingdom of ice that can freeze an army, spiraling up in the endless space, like a dancing girl lifting up her skirt, suddenly exploding on the interlaced ice marks, spiraling out a thick wall of fog , covering the entire arena.

Then, Morgan cut off a strand of hair and began his plan.

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Zhuang Sen narrowed his eyes.

Although this mist containing power was enough to disrupt the senses and instruments of the Astartes warriors, when the lion's consciousness penetrated it, there was still no resistance worth mentioning.

Through the mist, his consciousness grasped Morgan's whereabouts...

...?

……more than one?

From the front, back, left front, right front...even the ceiling directly above him, Morgan's almost unique cold aura came from, as if she branched out into thousands of ways in an instant, surrounding Zhuang Sen. .

The next moment, Zhuang Sen knew that his hunch was correct, because thousands of attacks had already hit him from all directions.

From the invisible mist, the gate of Hades was opened by the sniggering rebel, and the whirlwind of death from thousands of miles below rushed towards us. In its whimper, it moved forward with the most terrifying power and intention. Destroy everything in sight.

First of all, it is lightning, thunder, the sound of divine punishment falling from the sky. Along with the rumbling sound, millions of human-eating electric currents are swept up, just like the god of thunder in the wilderness raising his palm high and holding it into a With his crackling fists, he unstoppably attempted to destroy the world, and countless dark clouds and storms swept down, singing loudly along with the most savage roars.

What is more dazzling than the light of thunder and lightning is the flame, the ice-blue flame that never goes out. It emerges from the endless frozen land, burning the most deadly high temperature on the deepest cold, like a A happy execution queen walked among the dead subjects. She screamed and formed another ice-blue high-temperature storm, causing the endless space to continuously jump between the two extremes of cold and heat. This gathered into a sharp whip, torturing the joints and skin without stopping even for a moment.

After the most violent fire storm, the air was filled with the smell of corrosion and stench. Only dark sharp arrows were seen striking from the farthest corner. This ordinary rain of arrows was incomparable with the fiery storm. When they met, they melted into a vicious flow in an instant, rushing towards their target from the most sinister angle. The boiling bubbles and twisted air told of its power. Even the power armor of the Astartes must Surrender before this most corrosive turbulence.

Thunder, flames, and corrosion, these three storms are rushing through the never-ending wall of fog. They are expanding rapidly like gluttonous monsters. In a few breaths, they have become powerful enough to occupy the entire space and whip any individual. Every corner of this huge creature must be subjected to these three baptisms. There is no way to escape or escape.

And if these are not enough, there is a final net at the top of the room. It is a net that is slowly tightening. It is a net intertwined with invisible threads. It covers The dome covering the entire space reveals the sharp edge poured out by the silk threads, which is enough to tear apart the mountain peaks and legions.

Everything was formed in a few breaths. It came into being in Morgan's breath, a smile, and a sigh. She stretched out her finger and clicked, and the time of these few breaths was deleted, those The vicious tide completed its mission of expansion in an instant and became a weapon that pressed against the Primarch one after another.

Zhuang Sen's blond hair danced strangely because of the sudden disappearance of a few seconds. He closed his eyes, relying only on his own will rather than his sight, to swim through thousands of manic, hot, or sour turbulences. He moved his steps, letting the temperature change back and forth between dryness and freezing, leaving horrific scars on his power armor.

And this is not enough.

He opened his eyes, only to see the swords, guns, swords and halberds that should have been placed on the edge flying with the strong wind. They stabbed hard on the ground, and the endless ice layer instantly enveloped them, accompanied by a strange light. These weapons exploded like expanded bird eggs, and out of them jumped out more than a dozen of the most deformed beasts driven purely by psychic energy. The smallest of them was ten meters tall.

Zhuang Sen laughed, and the corners of his mouth raised at the most stingy angle.

He raised his head and looked at it all.

The originally wide arena has become a kingdom of purgatory that can only exist in endless heroes or hell poems: endless ice is eroding the earth, releasing cold air hundreds of degrees below zero all the time, making his joints occasionally Sound.

Above the eternal ice kingdom, the storm is like the whisper of death, carrying three arrogant forces. The thunder falling from the sky turns into a battle ax that destroys all things. The sweeping flames swallow up reason and body temperature, and the vicious filth flows in The prosperity in every corner of his sight turned into thousands of sharp arrows, corroding his armor.

He turned his head to avoid the blow that ripped through the air, and then swung the knife almost casually, causing the several-meter-high beast's head to roll to the ground, where it was frozen and corroded in the blink of an eye.

Killing and death have completely aroused the ferocity of these psychic beasts. These monsters like tall buildings continue to roar, casting huge shadows, and the sky is full of wind, flames, thunder, and rotten water. Amidst the rain of arrows from the sky, they rushed towards Zhuang Sen.

The Primarch watched all this.

He is laughing.

He was laughing from the bottom of his heart.

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When all this happened, the hair that Morgan had pulled out had just fallen to the ground.

She blinked her dead pupils and felt Zhuang Sen strolling among thousands of deadly psychic torrents, cutting off the heads of those giant beasts one after another.

These tricks might kill a thousand Astartes in an instant, but they were too simple for such a dangerous Primarch.

After all, it's just some involvement.

A glimmer of light flashed in her blue eyes. When Zhuang Sen cut off almost all the heads and ran towards the last and largest psychic beast, she finally caught a chance.

A flaw, no matter how small a flaw, is just a moment of concentration and no time to care about when all the energy is devoted to hunting and killing.

This is enough.

Her soul was screaming, and the longbow that had been ready for use couldn't wait to play, shooting the sharp arrow of the spirit.

There were some difficulties and some obstacles, but in the end, she succeeded.

She entered Jonson's memory, his heart.

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forest.

She saw a forest.

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She raised her head, but couldn't see the sun.

Only the dark green towering trees were seen, blocking all vision, leaving gaps in twos and threes, leaking out a few rays of light like five fingers that were not close together.

Everything is dim, but it doesn't seem that dim. There seems to be some kind of light in the forest that blocks out the sky, allowing people to see everything here clearly.

She rolled her pupils and began to observe everything around her. There seemed to be no living creatures in the dense jungle, but she could hear the heavy breathing of those huge beasts and feel the sight of countless predators. Free on her skin.

But the point is not these, but...

call……

A kind of call. In the deep forest of Caliban, in a corner that Jonson remembered, something seemed to be calling her, calling her darkest side.

That seems to be...

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【you! 】

【exist! 】

【do what! 】

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The largest, most surging, and most irresistible force was unleashed like a tsunami. Morgan's soul didn't even have time to think about anything else before it was knocked out and rolled straight out of Zhuangson's world. The injured The soul fragments wailed all the way back into the body, and the sweet blood suddenly came back from the throat.

fury.

Fury burned within the Primarch.

His eyes widened, veins bulged, the corners of his mouth pulled up, exposing the roots of his teeth, and his curved brows released the most terrifying power and will.

He turned around, roared and swung the blade, and the endless steel storm was released with his anger. The purgatory kingdom that was enough to destroy a thousand Astartes trembled and collapsed under this boundless anger.

While Morgan was still having a headache and coughing up blood from the impact, the black figure had already rushed in front of her from the center of the arena.

He lowered his head, and his face had returned to seriousness. Only the slightly wrinkled cheeks and the messy arena behind him told everything just now.

[To protect yourself, you'd better tell me clearly what you are doing. 】

Zhuang Sen watched the offended mortal in front of him regain his balance before speaking slowly, his voice like a living iceberg.

Morgan looked a little wobbly, but she managed to regain her balance and saluted.

[Execute your orders, Your Excellency. 】

Doubt paused on Zhuang Sen's face for a moment.

【play hard. 】

【No matter what. 】

[As you commanded. 】

[As a psyker who majors in the psychic system, usurping and playing with memories is the most common and proud trick we use in battle. If it is in a real battle, this will also be the most deadly part. 】

[Since the task I have been given is to simulate the most realistic psychic battle scene, I will naturally choose such detection spells, because these are the things and dangers that will appear in real battles. 】

[An order is an order. Since I got the order, I will do whatever it takes to execute it. 】

[Although this means danger. 】

Jonson's face was stern, and his face seemed no different from before, except that the ripples wrinkled by rage seemed to have disappeared with time.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. But even so, Morgan could still tell that he didn't seem to believe his words at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Sen turned around and returned to the center of the arena.

His new order also came with bloody winds.

【continue. 】