Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Meow~"

"Hululu..."

In the gradually dimmed decks and corridors of the Dawn Goddess, the Warmaster of Avalon is patrolling its territory: just as he has done ten thousand times at sunset in the past, resolutely defending the power that belongs to it. .

It's not easy.

Patrolling the territory, leaving marks, paying attention to new changes, and being wary of any potential competitors are not simple tasks: only a powerful superior like it can take advantage of this territory. The hunting grounds are firmly in one's claws.

I held it... for many, many years.

Is it a hundred? Or how many?

When it walked leisurely around the next corner, a parasite called "Thinking" was constantly tumbling in the head of the Warmaster's energetic beast: It didn't know when this thing appeared. , maybe before it migrated here?

Or later?

Or when it took a nap on the lap of its master or its little master?

"Hululu..."

This novel annoyance squeezed out the original carefreeness, and in the strong-brained cat's broad beastly chest, a low neighing sound symbolizing boredom roamed the corridors.

Numbers, time, these invisible things and their invisible importance, I don’t know when, they started to take root in its mind, which was originally only for survival and reproduction, like fruits that ripened in sequence, and arbitrarily put them into the world. It brings a new world.

Unknowingly, it has become accustomed to thinking in its own mind about these trivial things that have nothing to do with survival: the savagery of the past is gradually fading away, and a soul that is more similar to its master has made its scalp more recent. I always feel itchy.

It began to widen its eyes, observing things that it had never cared about before: those bipedal creatures that could neither be used as prey nor offered food as tribute to it, those that looked the same as its owner. This guy with a very different appearance but a very different inner reality is actually more attracted to it than the rodents lurking in the shadows.

Gradually, it crouched in a corner, hid on a closet, and walked through the bustling downtown area. It observed every face with an attitude it had never had before, perceiving that the connection between them was more abstract than that of relatives. , feel the inherent difference between those big guys wearing armor and those ordinary bipedal creatures.

First it observed, then remembered, and then summarized new experiences. After repeating the cycle for who knows how many years, it found that it had been able to initially understand the meaning of the howls in the mouths of these creatures, and realized that they were actually related to It has always lived in two completely different worlds.

They have been competing for something that seems meaningless: such as strange stones or [titles]. In the eyes of the strong-brained cats in the past, these were undoubtedly inferior and ridiculous behaviors, but now, it suddenly I understand them somewhat.

Stones are like territories, and titles are like status in the group. They are rules among these bipedal creatures: although their world is divided into two, there is actually no difference between them.

There is no doubt that its breeder is the common master of these two worlds, and its little owners are second only to her: the owners noticed her changes very early, when the pink-haired little master held him in her arms Here, when she was triumphantly asking for credit, a word that must be related to it popped out of her mouth.

She said it was [enlightened].

What does it mean to be enlightened?

The strong-brained cat didn't understand, but it remembered that it was about seven or eight years ago. It leaned in the arms of its master and listened to them chatting about things related to it. They attributed its enlightenment to a meeting with a man. The result of a long period of time spent together between the powerful psyker primarchs.

Psionics, original bodies, and the [Strong Brain Cat] they used to call it: Although it has heard these words countless times, it has never thought about it seriously, but this time, when it heard these words again When it comes to vocabulary, it already instinctively understands what they mean, as if it has been stuffed into it.

It’s really confusing for the cat.

"Meow……"

[Warmaster] shook its light green fluffy fur, and when it trotted over, there was another ancient territory mark next to it: the urine and pheromones left not long ago to mark the territory were removed by someone who didn't know. But it has long been used to it anyway.

But just when it wanted to mark this territory again, a thought that it had never had before slowly floated through its mind, making it stop thinking about leaving urine: this was the most common behavior in the past. , now makes Qiang Nao Mao feel a little inappropriate.

Its heart is... anxious?

The strong-brained cat stayed where it was, with a purring sound in its chest: Tormented by the novel thoughts in its mind, it finally realized why it didn't want to do this after turning around in a hurry.

Because this is: shameful?

But what is shame?

The strong-brained cat stopped thinking. It knew that such a stalemate was not an option, so it ran to the side again. There was a cork statue there. The Warmaster raised his paws to warn potential intruders in another way. Here It is its territory.

After doing all this, the strong-brained cat dragged its sad footsteps and left. Instead of [thinking] and observing what new faces appeared in its territory as usual, it opened the When he reached the ventilation duct, he jumped into this safe space.

It wants to take a shortcut back to its nest: the embrace of its master will dispel its current anxiety.

The gap in the ventilation duct is about ten meters above the ground. If it were the old one, it would definitely not be able to jump up, but the strong-brained cat is no longer the same as before: before its mind gradually changed, its body had already changed first.

About ten years ago, after its body functions had aged to the extreme, while those silver-armored bipedal giants whispered to each other about its destined funeral, the change of its body happened unconsciously: even its master did not expect it at all.

On an ordinary morning, when it woke up from a deep sleep, it found that its original ginger hair had begun to fade: in the next few months, as its hair became whiter and whiter, its aging had actually stopped, and vitality and health returned to it again.

After a while, when the last trace of the original ginger color disappeared, the Strong Brain Cat was no longer in danger of death: the Primarch had personally conducted several examinations, and although she still didn't understand the principle behind it, her pet had indeed returned to normal, and even seemed healthier.

The changes did not stop, and its progress was slow but unquestionable: when the first light green color grew out of nowhere from the tip of the fluffy hair, the Warmaster actually began an incredible period of reverse growth.

Its body structure gradually returned to the vigor of its youth, even better than the years when it was most energetic, and its strength and speed reached an unprecedented level: and it stagnated at this step for a long time.

When the light green hair completely covered every piece of skin on its body, the Strong Brain Cat's claws could already leave several eye-catching marks on the Astartes warrior's power armor: its exercise volume increased greatly, but its physical condition was never affected by strenuous exercise.

It was from that time that a complex thinking that was out of the beast dimension gradually took root in the Strong Brain Cat's mind. About a year later, it had become enlightened, separated from its still wild compatriots, and became an unimaginable new life form.

Stronger, smarter.

More... eternal?

This is simply evolution.

Although the time of this evolution is too short for evolution.

The Primarch had doubts, and she even invited the Infinite Trazyn to study this matter with her: but even the knowledgeable Necron Overlord felt at a loss for the miracle of life in front of him.

For safety reasons, Trazyn once proposed that Morgan give her pet to the Solnamus Museum, but the Primarch refused: Morgan also tried to spy from the perspective of psychic energy whether this was the work of the Warp, but on her pet, from beginning to end, there was only her psychic breath.

The matter was eventually left unresolved, but from one day on, the Primarch installed a collar on the neck of the Strong Brain Cat that was invisible unless carefully observed: in the increasingly intelligent brain of the Strong Brain Cat, it could feel the breath of death from this collar.

But it was not an ordinary death: it was a death that had nothing to do with flesh and blood.

Or: the death of psychic energy?

The Warmaster groped in the ventilation duct, looking for signs of invasion by foreign enemies in this shadowy country: it knew that the most powerful competitor liked to stroll in this extremely narrow territory and invade its territory behind his long black hair.

But many years ago, the invader with long black hair rarely appeared in its territory: the Strong Brain Cat naturally regarded this as a victory, but it did not forget the unique psychic breath carried by the black-haired invader.

That breath had a similar feeling to the breath of its great master: in the many years that followed, more bipedal giants had visited its territory, and many of them also had this breath.

This seems to indicate that its owner and they belong to the same family? These powerful giants leave their territory and visit their owner's nest regularly?

How strange.

In the cat world, they will not step on the territory they have demarcated casually, and the reasons for visiting neighbors are very few: either they are interested in the territory in the hands of the other party, or because the mating season has arrived. It is not impossible to visit relatives and friends normally, but it is definitely not as frequent as these bipedal giants.

So what are they doing here? Are they here to rob the territory of their big master, or are they in their own estrus? Considering that the visiting guys seem to be males, it seems that the latter possibility is more likely.

That's really ridiculous.

These largest giants, they came to visit their masters, but they did not bring prey that could praise their abilities, nor did they prove that they were the ones with the right to fight each other: no wonder all the guys returned in defeat.

They are all a bunch of idiots, meow~

The Warmaster was moving forward happily, and his thoughts for his master urged him to move forward: but before he turned the next corner, a psychic breath he had never felt before made the Strong Brain Cat stop moving forward unconsciously.

This is...

It looks like its master?

Is it another of the same kind?

Please...collect it_6Ⅰ9Ⅰ书Ⅰ吧 (六\\\\\\九\\\\\\书\\\\\\吧!)

But its breath is so strong...

Ugh...

It stinks too!

The Strong Brain Cat rolled over in pain, but it still decided to find out: after forcing itself to move forward for a few minutes, it quickly came to the top of the bipedal creature that exuded this psychic breath and looked down carefully.

Hmm... is it a female?

Hiss... wait...

Did she fail in her courtship?

Or, how could this happen?

——————

+ Or! ＋

+ My old friend: Are you really not going to consider my opinion again? ＋

"Shut up!"

+ But I really am this time... ＋

"I told you to shut up!"

Olpersong's angry roar echoed in the corridor. If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor had already activated the silent force field before coming, it would have attracted the night patrol team: but this did not make the Eternal feel grateful.

On the contrary, the anger suppressed in the past half an hour finally broke through Orpersong's calm threshold at this moment: after the Emperor chose to bring up the old matter again, the Eternal finally made up his mind to do something he should have done half an hour ago.

That is...

+ Or! +

The Emperor called out desperately, and grabbed the door frame next to him.

His slender body was tense in mid-air: his left hand grabbed the door frame, and his right hand was clenched in the palm of Orpesson, and he pushed hard towards the door without mercy.

In terms of strength, the Eternal was certainly no match for the Lord of Mankind: but now the Emperor could only use words to retain him in vain.

+ We can still talk! +

"Talk about shit!"

The Eternal laughed out loud.

"Are you qualified to talk?"

"Are you qualified to represent that old bastard who is hiding somewhere?"

"You are just a fragment... No... You are not even a fragment."

"You are just a fragment of his soul that he separated, and a bunch of memories left over from his worst time were stuffed into it: you are the symbol of the time when Neos was most reluctant to recall and was wasting himself and everyone around him."

"I don't know how Neos separated you, but I am sure that he definitely had no good intentions at the time: considering his current career and ideas, you, a fragment of the soul, may still be a threat to his original body that needs to be thrown away as far as possible."

"Then he threw you to the Far East!"

"No... exile!"

+...+

The Emperor stopped talking.

+But...+

"No buts."

Orpesson used his strength to pull Lucy off his door frame, and then threw her gently, and the delicate little girl was ruthlessly thrown into the corridor, followed by the sound of the door closing heavily.

The roar of the immortals came from behind the iron gate.

"Go away!"

"Go and torture your daughter!"

"I feel so sorry for her. Her gene father actually picked out the most despicable part of his soul to accompany her!"

"As if she was a garbage can!"