Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

“You succeeded.”

“Of course.”

On Xia Laxi-Mozai's narrow, inverted triangle-shaped horse face, there was not even a trace of joy about "victory".

On the contrary, the several clearly visible fresh scars on the Great Secret Keeper's unprotected and majestic body proved that its victory was by no means natural: but the reputation of the Hunting Queen was so loud that who except their master would dare to point this out?

At least Zarakanel didn't dare.

Indeed, it is the Messenger of Torture, one of the Prince of Pleasure's most proud subordinates. When facing the ignorant creatures in the mortal world, it can even claim to be the most perfect creation of Slaanesh: but the Dark Prince's favor for it is based on Zarakaniel's skills and imagination, not his absolute strength.

This involves a rather unique unspoken rule within the Six Rings of Slaanesh.

Like any palace in the vast ocean that symbolizes power and chaos, in the Six Rings of Desire of the Prince of Pleasure, the struggle for status and favor never stops: for all demons and unborn, the favor of the gods is all they need to care about.

However, the kingdom of the Chaos Gods is based outside of reality, and the life and death, honor and disgrace of all lives and thoughts therein do not depend on their past merits and loyalty, but are merely the uncontrollable consequences caused by the capricious thoughts of the gods in a moment.

Because of a momentary anger, the gods can bring unimaginable and extremely unreasonable punishments to their most beloved ministers or most outstanding generals: the famous Masked Dancer, a colleague of the Demon Disaster and Zarakaniel, is the best example.

As Slaanesh's favorite dancer, it hoped to use its flawless dance moves to restore joy and confidence to its master after the Dark Prince suffered a disastrous defeat. However, this was seen as a provocation and insult to Slaanesh, who cursed it to never stop dancing.

In addition, there is Skarbrand's well-known betrayal and punishment, and the past in which Carlos was casually thrown into the Well of Eternity by his master Tzeentch, as well as the title of "Nurgle's Favorite Son" being pulled back and forth between several of the most powerful Great Unclean Ones, with ups and downs.

This all illustrates the gods' capricious attitude towards rewards and punishments: it is not enough to just please them or perform meritorious deeds, you also need to choose the right time, guess the master's interests, and most importantly, have a little bit of crucial luck.

With Slaanesh, the situation is a bit more complicated and harsh: as the patron of decadence and extravagance, the Prince of Pleasure actually doesn't care that much about the combat effectiveness of his subordinates. If you want to win his favor, you must prove that you are the most [lively] one.

For example, En'kali is the most famous great secret-keeper under Slaanesh, just like Scourge. However, the strength of the two is very different: just as Scourge focuses on fighting, En'kali climbed to his current high position by fulfilling the teachings of Slaanesh.

The number of Slaanesh demons crowded here is enormous, which also indirectly proves how far-sighted their masters are in focusing their attention on the Second Legion early on: the war has only started for one day, and despite the secret support of the Slaanesh demons, the destruction of the people has already entered the countdown.

All important front-line positions fell under the iron hoofs of the Dawnbreakers, the sky was blocked by fighter planes and Titan artillery fire, and the flags and neat steps of the mortal auxiliary forces were flying among the scattered islands and reefs. Only a few underwater fortresses could still hold out, but with more think tanks and psykers being deployed in turn, not even the punishment of the natural environment could hinder the fully operational war machine.

Without the massive advantage in numbers, the dedicated assistance of the cultists, and the massive support of the Warp energy, even the Slaanesh army, which was accompanied by the Daemons, could not hold out for long in the face of the iron and blood of the Empire: when the Dawnbreakers advanced towards the core area of ​​the Slaying People, large numbers of Slaanesh demons began to be driven back to their starting points.

Zarakhanel was no exception, it replaced the most powerful warrior among the Seraphim, guarding outside the central temple of the capital, ready to use the blood of Dawnbreaker to attract the attention of the Spider Queen and lead the Primarch to the sanctuary of Slaanesh.

This is the task assigned to it by its master.

And the plan was half successful.

After killing several Dawnbreakers in succession, Zarakanel did attract the attention of the Second Legion. Unfortunately, it was not Morgan who had not had time to land, but Bayar who was advancing towards the city of the Radu people.

After being expelled from the real universe in a rather embarrassing manner, Zarakanir had to accept a cruel reality: even the powerful Great Keeper of Secrets was vulnerable when facing the concentrated fire of Titans and fighter planes.

The guy named Bayar didn't have a single bit of chivalry: he was too lazy to even draw his sword to fight the powerful enemy. He just treated it as a simple obstacle that would block the legion's next advance route, and cleared it in the most brutal but safest way.

very good!

At first glance, you can tell that he is a slut...a good candidate!

The Torture Messenger quietly made a note in the book in his heart, and did not forget to take a look at the Demonic Disaster who had just sat down: on the broad chest of the Great Secret Keeper, several scars with a silver glow made others unable to take their eyes away.

It's really interesting: the last time I saw the Scourge so scarred was after its war with Skarbrand.

"The one called Lana..."

“Very strong.”

Mozai knew what this sneaky colleague beside him wanted to ask?

It took the initiative to start the story.

"He is indeed quite powerful. Although I did let him down, at least the scars on my chest and groin were beyond my expectations. His strength may be second only to those Primarchs."

The demon twisted his long, twisted, and upright hair.

"Is it possible?"

Zarakanel didn't believe it.

"Those are the Primarchs: there is no nobler trophy in the galaxy."

"Even the weakest Primarch has the power to defeat the most powerful demon."

Unexpectedly, the arrogant Demon Disaster did not deny this statement.

(In the original book, there is a typical battle between the Primarch and the Great Demon: that is, the soul who went to the Warp for the first time to make a pilgrimage, in order to complete the test of Khorne, defeated Angras in close combat. Angras was one of the strongest Great Demons under Khorne at that time, and his strength was above Slabbrand.)

(By the way, before fighting Angoras, Lorgar seemed to have killed an incarnation of Kane.)

“This is different.”

Mozai waved his hand, and the wounds on his body healed at an astonishing speed.

"The real strength of these Dawnbreakers is not their physical bodies and speed, but their metaphysical concepts in the warp: they have been immersed in the power of the Kingslayer for too long, and it is difficult to say that they are pure real universe creatures, but they are definitely not the same as us."

"Or in other words: the Dawnbreakers are now stuck in the Veil. Although their bodies still exist in the mortal world, compared to other mortals and Primarchs, their souls are closer to the Warp, and the combat power brought by their emotions is also stronger."

"In many cases, this will bring them some unexpected benefits."

"After all, if they can truly understand their situation correctly, acknowledge and embrace the gifts of the Warp, then they can indeed contend with the Primarch: the power of the Warp is one of the few existences in the entire real universe that can truly harm the Primarch."

"With the help of the Warp, even a mortal can kill the Demigod of the Damned."

"But only their bodies can be killed: their souls are nearly immortal."

"Indeed."

Zarakanel nodded.

“But you still succeeded.”

"The [Sword of Stabbing] is a foregone conclusion."

"That's right."

Mozai's fingers brushed across his chest. The place where the stabbing sword should have been inserted was now as smooth as new. It cut through the space, and the sword that Lana knew was given by Lucius floated in front of the two keepers.

It glows a faint purple light, so ominous, yet so alluring.

"Next, what we have to do is to put it in the right place, so that it appears in front of those mortals by chance: swept away by the waves, affected by the battle, picked up by mortal soldiers by accident, and then integrated into Avalon as it should be."

"There's one thing I still don't understand."

Zarakanel hesitated.

"Must the Prince of Darkness place all his hopes on this sword?"

"Of course not."

Mozai shook his head.

"The gods have billions of aspects and thoughts. Their existence transcends the concepts of dimension and time. Their strategies are never limited to just one: just like even if you fail to attract the Spider Queen to the temple, it doesn't matter to the Dark Prince. He has plenty of ways to lead the King Slayer to the temple."

"The sword is not important. Even if we destroy it now, it will not affect the Dark Prince's plan in the slightest. The power of the gods is far beyond our imagination. Their power lies in concepts and definitions, not in their real existence in the real universe."

"Can you explain it more clearly?"

"To put it simply, as long as this mortal named Rana believes that he has lost a sword given to him by Lucius in the war, then this sword will always exist. Its form and existence are not important. What is important is the thinking of this mortal named Rana, which gives the concept of the piercing sword an anchor point of existence in the real universe."

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"As long as there is an anchor point, the power of the gods will not change in the slightest."

"Next, if we make this Rana believe that his sword has been melted and integrated into the Aurora through the circulation system, then even if the sword does not actually exist, there will still be a concept called the Piercing Sword, which will begin to look down on the Glorious Queen-class ship."

"And if Lana can inadvertently spread this knowledge to more people, and make more mortals believe that a stabbing sword is melted into the Aurora, then the existence of this sword will naturally become more stable and real: the truth is not important, the knowledge is important."

"This is the power of the gods."

"They do not need anything that actually exists to exert their power. All they need is a trace of hesitation and spark in the minds of mortals, and they can become weapons of the gods: it does not matter what happened in reality. The gods want the past to develop in a certain way, and the future will be taken according to their wishes."

"I see……"

Zarakanel nodded.

"Is all this just to distort the perception of Lana and the Dawnbreakers?"

"That's right."

"In that case: Why didn't the Dark Prince do this from the beginning? Even without the existence of the Stabbing Sword, He could still distort the cognition of Lana and the Dawnbreakers, right? Is there any need for the Stabbing Sword to exist? Wouldn't this only increase the risk of being discovered?"

"indeed."

"The sword is not necessary."

Mozai shook his head.

"Then why do you do this?"

“Because: it’s very ceremonial.”

Slaanesh's strongest minion laughed.

An absurd, strange, incredible yet so [chaotic] ​​answer.

"If we do it directly, wouldn't it be too blunt and unromantic?"

“As for the risks?”

"Don't worry: the Accursed will help us with this."

A disdainful smile slowly rose at the corner of the Great Secret Keeper's mouth.

"He thought his self-deception and cleverness could escape the eyes of the gods."

"But really, it's like I said."

"The Prince of Darkness has prepared more than one exquisite thing in this world."

"Indeed, the piercing sword is indeed a gift that the Dark Prince took great pains to prepare."

"If it were placed in front of the King Slayer, she would most likely be able to see through the clues."

"But there is no need to worry: there are bigger troubles waiting for her in this world."

"She'll soon be overwhelmed."

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh……"

The demon smiled and quietly watched the world on the other side of the curtain.

The thorny civilization burned in the flames of war.

The deadly dagger was slowly drifting towards the invisible shore along the direction destined for it by fate.

And just behind it, unprecedented light rose from the clouds like the sun, and the straight energy penetrated the ground and the sky, attracting the attention of the entire battlefield like a guiding light: the Dawnbreakers began to cheer heartily.

Their Primarch has arrived.

"The King Slayer is coming..."

"Come and face her choice."

The Hunting Queen muttered to herself.

"Trust me, Zarakanel."

"The Kingslayer will not have any energy to focus on the stabbing sword."

"after all……"

"Which woman would have the energy to pay attention to anything else when faced with a passionate courtship and marriage proposal?"