Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The Primarch's young daughter always gave Lana a stiff feeling of discomfort.

One: The feeling of being stared at by a more powerful predator.

Especially when she raised her pretty little head, put her hands behind her back, and walked in front of the chief guard. Although she was petite, she had a condescending temperament and just stared at Lana: the feeling of discomfort has never been so strong.

This is a wonderful element that cannot be found in the arena or on the battlefield. It is cowering in the deep forest where giant beasts roam, being trapped in the dark and deep seabed, it is the involuntary chill in the collarbone and the sour nose tip: it is the feeling of fear that makes people want to run away immediately.

This was unusual, as Astartes were not supposed to feel fear.

After all, as artificial creations, the reason for their birth is obvious: as the sharp sword used by the Emperor to conquer the galaxy, their entire visible life will be devoted to the endless wars of the Great Crusade. In this case, the emotion of fear is as useless as the so-called compassion, pacifism and reproductive instinct for an Astartes warrior.

So, they were cleared.

It was no secret to most that the Emperor would shape each batch of Astartes, adding those genes he thought they would need, and cutting out those that they would never need: they never complained about it.

After all: being fearless is always a good thing, isn't it?

This was one of the reasons why the Eighth Legion was despised by its battle brothers before the Midnight Haunter returned to the Human Empire: the fear tactics they were so proud of were no different from a blank slate for other legions, and they could not even get rid of the title of the weakest legion.

But Rana doesn't think so.

But this incident at least confirmed a guess in the mind of the Chief Guard.

That is: the Astartes will indeed recall the same fear as mortals in the presence of a few people, and the only people confirmed to be effective at this time are the Emperor and the Primarch.

However, the problem is...

Why did the Primarch's little daughter also make him feel afraid?

He watched as the burnt-yellow little man with long black hair walked slowly past him like an inspecting officer, then turned a corner and did it again: similar actions had been repeated seven or eight times. Not only Rana, but even the surrounding Dawnbreakers began to look at the interaction between the few people with suspicion.

The only thing that could stop their curiosity was the silent Primarch standing by.

【how?】

After glancing at the cubs who had begun to gather on the atoll not far away and were peering towards here like a group of groundhogs, and then looking at the Chief Guard who had his back straight but still had a confused look on his face, the Spider Queen finally turned her gaze to her father.

Lucy was frowning, her eyes moving slowly from top to bottom, finally focusing on Lana's dominant hand holding the sword.

She was silent for a moment.

"Rana."

"exist."

Dawnbreaker glanced at the Primarch and responded reluctantly in a low voice.

"Did you lose something valuable in the battle just now?"

"I did lose a sword."

"Do you remember what it looks like?"

“…”

"Okay, I understand."

Seeing that Lana did not answer immediately, Lucy nodded, knowing what was going on in her mind. She breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around with a complicated expression, walked towards Morgan, and waved her hand absentmindedly.

"Okay, it's none of your business now."

"Just do what you need to do."

"What?"

But you haven't asked anything yet?

The Dawnbreaker was a little dazed, watching the Primarch's little daughter swaggering back to his Gene Mother without even a word of explanation from beginning to end: This little brat is much more naughty than her sisters, she really hasn't learned any manners at all.

But it made him feel very daunted.

And there is this tone, this posture, and this style that always leaves others confused.

Hiss...why does it look so familiar?

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Lana muttered to himself. He also wanted to walk to his mother's side and ask what was going on. But before he could take the first step, he saw Morgan's drooping fingers making a gesture: the Chief Guard stopped in disappointment.

[The Second Company serves as the guard, and the other troops return to their respective areas of jurisdiction.]

When the Primarch's voice came, the Dawnbreakers not far away dispersed like a flock of sheep, leaving only the Primarch's guards and a small number of warriors guarding the deep and steep temple: the actual blockade line was quite far away from the temple, as if the Primarch did not want them to be too close to the strange darkness.

【Rana.】

Her mother looked at her again.

[You go and inform all the troops: All the Dawnbreakers who participated in the Battle of Larlan must return to the Aurora Goddess as soon as possible after the battle. Without my order, you are not allowed to go to other ships privately.]

【Violators will be expelled.】

"yes."

Rana lowered his head, and the Primarch on that side seemed silent for a moment.

[As for the mortal auxiliary army...]

[Don't let them return to their hometown yet: I have new tasks for them. ]

[In short, before I issue a new order, I don't want to see anyone leave the Larlan Expeditionary Fleet without permission: pass on the order faithfully, and anyone who dares to object to it will be disloyal to the Legion.]

"clear!"

How strange: the Primarch would not normally issue such a decisive order.

Is this why she prepared an excess amount of supplies in the fleet?

Rana didn't ask any more questions, nor did he develop any unnecessary curiosity: these were the two areas where Morgan trusted him the most.

[So, what did you see? ]

The Chief Guard who received the order immediately forgot the unpleasantness just now. After he hurriedly left, the Primarch asked her guards to stand further away: Then, the Spider Queen slowly squatted down and stared at Lucy's golden pupils in the shadow of the temple.

Lucy just nodded.

"The Prince of Darkness once attempted to seduce your most important officer."

【once?】

The Primarch subconsciously stroked the back of his neck, which was wet with sweat due to the fierce battle, but the unsettling breath was gone: after Morgan stepped into the territory of Larlan, the Prince of Pleasure left unexpectedly.

It no longer lingered behind the Primarch, sucking greedily at the skin, stroking the Primarch's collarbone and shoulders with its forked tongue: the Chaos Power's departure was abrupt but resolute, as if some great mission had called it.

But Morgan could feel that the Prince of Pleasure had definitely not gone far.

It's nearby: the dark temple behind is the unspoken answer.

"That's right: it will penetrate your inner circle through that piercing sword."

“But in the end I gave up.”

Lucy tilted her head, seeming to not quite understand what was going on.

"This is Slaanesh's territory, and it has warped your children's perceptions: how could a champion forget the blade he would carry into battle? Unless that blade never existed in the first place."

But it's lost?

"That's right: that's the problem."

Lucy glanced in the direction Lana had disappeared.

"The fact that the sword can be lost means that the Prince of Darkness should give up corrupting this offspring of yours."

【Why?】

"Maybe it's because of his loyalty..."

Well...that makes sense.

"And he's just too stupid: the Warp doesn't like stupid people."

?

Your child is stupid!

……wrong!

The Primarch was stunned for a moment: It seems like no matter how I say it, I seem to be at a disadvantage?

"But on the other hand, since the Chaos Gods have already set up this trap, they will definitely not allow me to return empty-handed. The stabbing sword is definitely still on your ship, but it is not clear who holds it yet."

[Is the hidden danger serious? ]

"It depends."

Lucy thought about it.

"When I designed the Astartes, I entered a code of absolute loyalty to the Primarch into their genetic chains. This means that as long as nothing goes wrong with you, nothing will happen to the Dawnbreakers. It doesn't matter who has the sword, as long as it's not across your waist."

[You mean...]

"The corruption of the Warp has its strengths, but it also has its weaknesses. After all, the essence of the Warp is loss of control and excess: excessive killing, excessive scheming, and excessive pursuit of life and death or happiness. Therefore, it is naturally difficult for their believers to hide."

"Perhaps at the beginning, the Dark Prince can quietly corrupt some people, but if he wants to corrupt these people, then their behavior must be extremely crazy, so crazy that it can be seen at a glance that they are different from ordinary people. At that time, they will naturally not be able to continue hiding."

"In other words, as long as you can continue to strengthen your control over the legions under your command and set an example by drawing a red line about hedonism in the legions, even the Dark Prince will not have a good way to break the impasse. But this is limited to your direct fleet."

"As for places further away, even I don't have any good solutions for now."

"Anyway, you just have to remember."

"As long as you don't give in, your Legion will be less likely to fall to the Warp."

"Trust them to be loyal to you."

[And loyalty to you? ]

"No, I never believed that."

Lucy shook her head.

"Do you know why I didn't tell the other Primarchs about the Webway?"

【Because you understand the value of silence. 】

Morgan sneered.

[You on Terra have always been a person who doesn’t speak human language. ]

“There are indeed reasons for this.”

Lucy nodded.

"But what really matters is this: how many years have you Primarchs followed me?"

The Primarch was stunned for a moment: She had never thought about this aspect.

【experience?】

"trust!"

Lucy interrupted her of course.

"Even from the time your first cell was formed in a laboratory dish, your life span will not exceed two hundred years, even less than the longest-lived warriors under your command: most of the Primarchs swore their loyalty to me less than a century ago."

"And old friends like me and Orperson got angry and quarreled because of some misunderstandings, tried to attack and kill each other, and then forgave each other or simply forgot about each other: each step in it took more than a hundred years, and it was longer than your life."

"Think about it, Morgan."

"Even friendships that have been passed down for thousands or tens of thousands of years can be ruthlessly betrayed and split in the face of interests and power. How can I trust you? Trust a group of young boys in my eyes?"

"And even though I am willing to believe in your passionate feelings, but..."

"Would anyone really tell a bunch of kids something that concerns their life and property?"

【baby?】

"In my eyes, you are just a bunch of immature babies."

Lucy sighed and rubbed her cheek thoughtfully.

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"You know, Morgan."

"I am over thirty thousand years old: and the oldest among you is no more than a hundred."

"From the perspective of ordinary people, it's like a 30-year-old middle-aged man and a child who is less than two months old. Do you think any normal middle-aged person would entrust his life and property to a child?"

But they are not just children.

A certain Spider Queen naturally singled herself out.

[They have power, ideas, their own army and power: a two-month-old child is no threat to a thirty-year-old adult, but the Primarch may not be a threat to you.]

"That's right: so the less they know, the better."

Lucy glanced at her: there was unimaginable fatigue in her golden pupils.

"You don't understand."

"Although I have been preaching the importance of the imperial truth to the world, in private, I know very well that ignorance and ignorance are actually the best way to fight corruption: the moment you recognize them, you can no longer get rid of their influence. Only the innocence of a baby can resist the erosion of society."

"So..."

"A doll's job is to do what a doll should do."

"It's best not to interfere in adults' affairs."

【……】

Morgan glanced at her [father].

[I guess those old friends who left you will denounce your arrogance and dogmatism? ]

"How do you know that?"

Lucy was stunned for a moment.

"What did Olpersong tell you?"

[No, nothing: I just didn't expect these words to come out of your mouth.]

"normal."

Lucy nodded.

"After all, I am the one who hasn't sold out the last bit of my humanity."

The Primarch did not respond, but turned to look at her children.

【But the corruption of Slaanesh...】

"Isn't this something that was expected?"

The emperor was quite open-minded.

"More than 30,000 people gathered on a ship. I can handle it in a few days."

"Don't worry, I guarantee that all of your children will be released with pure hearts."

【What about the mortals? 】

“I can’t take care of it.”

Lucy shook her head.

"We can't possibly plug every hole of Warp corruption."

"Make a list and pay attention to their names when you promote managers in the future."

"As I said before: the influence of the subspace cannot be completely concealed. As long as you control your subordinates well enough on a daily basis, as long as you do not give in, as long as you can keep your mind clear, then your legion will not be completely out of control."

"What I'm really worried about is that the Dark Prince will give you this piercing sword. If it can really corrupt you, the Second Legion will be almost finished. However, what I'm most worried about is that similar things have already happened to other Astartes Legions."

【Is there any solution? 】

"……I have no idea."

【I see.】

The Spider Queen had no choice but to give up: just take care of her own business first.

[If that’s the case…]

The Primarch looked behind him.

[Do you still need to go in? ]

"It's up to you."

Surprisingly, the Emperor was not tough on this matter.

"If you want to know more about the so-called [truth], then there's no harm in going in."

"But the truth will hurt you."

[Will it also be used by me? ]

“…”

Lucy did not reply, as she and Morgan already knew the Primarch's choice.

"Go ahead."

After a moment, Morgan's father and daughter nodded at her.

"I'll stay with you."

【You want to go too? 】

"No, try another way."

Lucy tilted her head, revealing her soft and completely unprotected neck.

"Also, there is one more thing."

【What?】

"If you are really afraid of the impact of the piercing sword on your legion, then you can take advantage of the loopholes in the rules of the warp: for example, if your son named Lana is willing to sacrifice himself, the corruption of the Dark Prince will definitely be severely damaged..."

“…”

Before she finished speaking, Lucy had to shut her mouth with a grim face.

The reason was simple: the Primarch's psychic blade had kissed her neck.

Only when you look up can you see the shadows under Morgan's smiling eyes.

【Do you know, father? 】

[In my eyes: my child's life is much more valuable than an old thing like you. ]

“…”

"That doesn't surprise me at all."

【real?】

——————

+Fake~+

+You broke my heart, baby~+

A disgusting sound, like the smell of stale musk that has been heated, wafts through the temple in the black hole. The dim lights cannot illuminate the wider space. The fragrant smoke lingers around the already damp lampstand, and a piercing god stands on the huge shadow.

【What a terrible place.】

The Primarch muttered something, the only sound surrounding her ears was the sound of her own footsteps, and all she could see was the darkness ahead and the glowing psychic ball in her palm, which gradually opened up more crazy music in the iceberg-like shadow: the deeper one went into the temple, the more insane and ugly the stinging faith became.

A million invisible crazy orchestras were performing a million completely different doomsday songs at the same time. Cold mist was floating constantly in the empty halls, the jet-black load-bearing columns, and the statues with bull heads, snake tails, horns, and hooves. There were piercing paintings on the walls, the depravity and corruption of the content even surpassed that of the old men in Comoros.

The entangled bodies of the thorny people and a different kind of subspace pheromone on these murals made the Primarch slowly frown. Morgan couldn't help but begin to feel fortunate that she could harden her heart and refuse any request to accompany her in: otherwise it would cause big trouble.

The warp corruption caused by these murals and noise alone was enough to capture most of the Astartes warriors. Even if she brought elites like Rana and Bayar, the outcome would not be very good: if other legions rushed in here excitedly, their fall would be a foregone conclusion.

Especially legions like the Emperor's Children who didn't care much about the affairs of the Warp: the Rascals and the Larrans were simply traps specially designed for the descendants of Fulgrim. Fortunately, the first to come here was the Second Legion, and the only person who entered this temple was one of the best psychic masters in the galaxy.

She had her own ways. She kept scolding the crying and laughing, and a glance was enough to drive away the ill intentions in the shadows. The ordinary pain, satisfaction and shock were of no concern to the Primarch: everything supported her to walk to the center of the temple.

This was a room so large that it was beyond Morgan's vision and imagination. It was large enough to be the main body of the palace of the Lord of Mankind, and large enough to be the location of the Golden Throne. Morgan even wondered if the size of this room was even larger than the entire capital of the Assassins.

This is not a place for worship.

This is where the reigns come.

The only existence in the room, the only throne worthy of mention, revealed its true form the moment the Primarch stepped in: thousands of assassin corpses surrounded a patterned black and purple round stone, which looked like a throne, and above the throne was a large haze that even the Primarch could not see clearly.

But Morgan could feel that there was life above the shadow.

Breathing, exhaling, sliding like a snake, staring at her, wanting to eat her alive with longing eyes, enduring his own urges, stroking his own lower body in excitement, making distant, seductive yet faint sounds.

The air flows with it.

And how familiar this flow of air is. It has been accompanying the Spider Queen for the past few decades.

It's always been there.

Behind her, in front of her.

Next to her ear, he sang and whispered softly.

＋How exciting...＋

The snake-like body twisted in every inch of this world, rubbing in crazy laughter and ancient resentment, trembling in front of Morgan and in front of his eyes, six pairs of pupils revealed a lavender light, and the forked tongue swept the taste of the original body.

+Finally...Finally...+

＋After such a long separation. ＋

＋We finally met. ＋

+My love, my partner. +

+My future...my everything. +

+You came to my side. +

＋From this moment on: the Great Game is meaningless. ＋