Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

It's time to end this.

Morgan thought so.

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Although she had expected it from the beginning, her disguise would not be able to deceive the lion with a keen sense of smell forever, but when she carefully recalled some of the things and details that had happened in the past few years, and deduced their results , but she could still feel a flame called [angry] burning in her heart.

From the moment she set foot on this world of death, Morgan realized that some things were falling out of her fragile grasp and rhythm.

In the silent smile of the Caliban lion, an unimaginable danger was rushing towards her like a meteor among the stars, unable to be delayed or stopped.

The monster known as the Primarch of the First Legion is really a monster mixed with countless terrifying abilities. He is like a hedgehog that repels people from thousands of miles away; like a jackal, he is vicious and unscrupulous; like a swimming... As fast and deadly as a falcon.

And on top of such chaos, he put on the skin of a [lion], using humans' natural awe of the king of beasts to cover up his actual wild aura, and put on the falsehood of a king. cloak.

Even though he has been fighting fiercely in the battle lines of the First Legion for five full years, even though he has been walking in the silent respect and awe of most of the Dark Angels for five years, Morgan is still not sure whether his words and thoughts will matter to Zhuang. Whether Sen's heart is heavier than a feather; he is still not sure whether his footsteps and temptations have really stepped on the private territory in the heart of this male lion.

She is not a god, and she is not that powerful. She has also tried to use her mind-peeping skills to observe Zhuang Sen's heart, but she has never succeeded.

Because no matter how many times she observed it, she only saw a vast forest of Caliban, green and quiet, gloomy and savage, no different from her first glimpse into Jonson's heart.

How could someone still be attached to the wilderness and the forest after truly seeing the stars and the Milky Way?

From the very beginning, such questions occupied Morgan's mind and chest, causing her to fall into a kind of painful thinking and careful observation.

In front of Zhuang Sen, she thought she had disguised herself very well: a quirky advisor, a responsible subordinate, a capable general who could be relied on in some aspects, and constantly running around for his victory in the stars and on the battlefield.

And in the remaining contact time, she never gave up her observation of Zhuang Sen. An instinct deep in her heart drove her to do so:

At the beginning, she thought Jonson was just the greatest actor, a guy far more profound than Perturabo and Magnus, so she showed off her personality in front of him. 】, intending to become a chess piece that he thinks he can control.

But after witnessing his almost pious enthusiasm for war and sense of responsibility, Morgan couldn't help but suspect that he was a complete honor hound, a guy who would do anything for the so-called victory and responsibility, so she instead boasted about his Dedication and loyalty changed his position from a eccentric advisor to a conquered follower.

She thought that her identity had not been revealed yet.

However, after a period of time and several of the most brutal and craziest wars, Morgan finally saw clearly the nature of the man in front of him: he was just a beast, with one end covered in human skin and armor, coming from the wilderness and the The beast that broke into the endless starry sky in the deep forest gathered its fangs and claws and waved its sword stiffly.

She came to this conclusion and then doubted herself.

How could her kind, her blood relative, be a beast?

Is this a disguise?

A disguise so perfect that she can't see through it?

With this question in mind, she continued to run on countless fronts, continued to act as a capable subordinate in front of Zhuang Sen, continued to be troubled by countless souls in her mind, and continued to perform self-evident dramas with the [Lion].

The Primarch of the First Legion seemed to be born with the skill of squeezing. He could always squeeze more value out of Morgan and then put her down again at the right time. This situation lasted for five full years.

He didn't trust her, never had, but he was also reluctant to part with her value and erase her bad qualities.

During the breaks in the war, Morgan could always get vague reminders from [The Lion]: Jonson was eager to know her secrets, eager to know the hidden part of her, eager for her to become his real helper and helper. Helper, instead of maintaining an awkward situation of mixed care and caution like now.

Morgan never really answered, but she never made Jonson truly angry either.

For Johnson.

She is very capable.

But she's not that safe.

And until the moment the war situation with Ran Dan eased slightly, before Morgan could start to rest and organize her thoughts, she discovered that hundreds of fully armed Dark Angels had appeared around her room.

Then, they came here, to the star of Sisyphus III.

Obviously, Jonson didn't want to delay it any longer.

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This is not a training session.

Nor is it a battle.

This is a showdown.

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[I have encountered countless cunning beasts. 】

Through the layers of dense forest, Zhuang Sen's voice reached Morgan's ears clearly.

[Cunning, vicious, greedy, and insatiable. 】

[But you are more infuriating than all of them combined. 】

[Their cunning is due to the instinct of animals, the greed for prey, the wildness of survival, and the polluted heart. But you are different, completely different. Your cunning is to satisfy the complex and bad things in your heart. and hidden purpose. 】

【You have a secret. 】

[Secrets are always disturbing. 】

[Indulging in secrets can make people stupid and paranoid. 】

【Just like you. 】

The Primarch's voice was low, calm, and unruffled, as if he were narrating the life of a stranger.

Morgan just listened quietly. She didn't use all her energy to deal with Zhuang Sen's words. She couldn't do it. She needed the strength to monitor the monsters and souls in her mind, and the strength to protect the law at her feet. Formation requires a force to support the protective shield above the head.

[Do you think you hide it well? 】

[Do you think I can’t see your problem? 】

[You think that only you can open your eyes and observe everyone around you. 】

[While you are watching me, Morgan, I am also watching you, your ambition, and your little thoughts that are as numerous as the stars. 】

[I have to admit that you are a very capable person with amazing abilities and value, but you are also a weak person with fatal weaknesses. 】

Zhuang Sen's words made Morgan raise his brows slightly.

As if he could see this scene, outside the distant dense forest, Zhuang Sen's lips curled up slightly and he continued to speak.

[Do you know what your weaknesses are? 】

Morgan maintained her own magic circle. She sat in the clearing in the forest of her choice, staring indifferently at the bright spot on the mental map that symbolized the Primarch.

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【You are always armed. 】

【You are always careful. 】

【You are always fully prepared. 】

[You are always like this, move forward step by step with caution and carefulness, and test what you can get. 】

[But you don’t know, there are some boundaries, some bottom lines. Once you step on them, once you break through, the only result is to die. No matter how subtle the disguise is, it can’t hide the reality that you have crossed the line. 】

[You don’t know this. You only know how to advance, devour and plunder. You only know how to move forward. You don’t know where your limit is until you encounter setbacks and obstructions, and your head is bruised and bloody. 】

[Your caution, your exquisite skills, and your complete preparations are all useless. 】

[Because fundamentally, you are a greedy guy, a greedy spider who doesn’t understand respect, nobility and majesty. 】

[Do you think you are being cautious? 】

【No. 】

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【you. 】

【Desire is hard to fill. 】

【audacious in the extreme. 】

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As Zhuang Sen's last words fell to the ground, the noisiest neighing sounded like a soldier who had received an order, issuing his own angry war cry.

Morgan, who was a little stunned at first, noticed this. She listened instinctively, and then her face turned gloomy.

She heard, in the farthest jungle, in the Primarch's airdrop cabin, an ancient neighing sound was gradually rising.

There are three strands.

She heard the vicious sounds of joy, heard the screeching sound of iron claws that kept screaming, heard the sound of flames and radiation being spitted out, and heard the most instinctive and wild hatred for organisms.

She heard danger, real danger that threatened her life and soul.

Obviously, Jonson didn't lie.

He is indeed a [person].

Morgan frowned, reduced the power of the magic circle and protective shield at hand, poured out spells very quickly, and let the violent power begin to gather at his fingertips, and then...

etc!

She realized something, and then, a wave of psychic exploration swept around her like a tsunami.

No.

No.

No!

still none!

Sweat dripped from Morgan's forehead.

Zhuang Sen's aura disappeared. The moment she lost consciousness due to the terrifying aura, and the moment her probing will that had been deployed around the [Lion] was slightly disabled, the Primarch's aura completely disappeared. The bottom is completely gone.

She frowned and searched over and over again, but Zhuang Sen was like a raindrop falling into the sea, with no trace left. He was more at home in the forest than she imagined.

He is truly a beast.

At this moment, Morgan felt the wet cool air on his teeth, confirming this.

She listened to the three roars in the distance, and investigated again without giving up. She was thinking about whether to move, and instinctively decided to strengthen the nearby psychic shield. But in the deepest part of her heart, she was thinking about Zhuang Sen. Discourse.

And at the moment when her spiritual power was transferred, her ears caught the sound of iron boots hitting the ground.

Morgan stretched out his palm, and the spiritual fire emitted a vicious light that chose and devoured people.

But there was someone faster than her.

The moment the sound landed, Zhuang Sen's figure rushed out from the dense forest.

In the blink of an eye, he was so close that Morgan could clearly see the smile on his lips and hear his silent words.

[I caught you. 】

He smiled, that was the most dangerous omen.

The sword was raised high, and under the sunlight, it emitted a dazzling light that made it impossible to look directly at it.

In that moment, in a trance.

Morgan seemed to hear the roar of a lion.