Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Ten thousand years and ten thousand years...]

【What a false promise.】

[I thought only my old father had the nerve to say such things.]

The dark aura, so thick that it almost became a physical entity, wandered loosely in the area of ​​light and heat. I was involuntarily attracted by the smell of life and pounced on it like a predator with instinctive greed.

Then, all that greeted it was scorching heat and hissing groans.

The golden flame, as cold and ruthless as the sun in the warp, stubbornly lingered in the Spider Queen's outstretched palm. The swaying core fire showed signs of decay and fatigue, but whenever more darkness approached, it was skillfully wiped out so quickly that it was completely invisible.

It is so old, so ordinary, yet so powerful and reliable.

Just like the Primarch it illuminates.

【……】

For a long time, while the Dark Prince showed off his power, expressed his knowledge and demonstrated his sincerity, the voice of the Lord of the Silver Palace rose from the edge of the golden flame and dissipated at the end of the boundless darkness. The Primarch standing in the center kept his silence.

She was quiet, but not silent: the thoughts in the Lord of Avalon's mind were always running as efficiently as well-lubricated gears, wisdom was roaring silently, her eyes were protected by increasingly firm words, always alert to the tests from all sides, to ensure that Slaanesh's whispers did not go any further.

She didn't open her mouth, but she was talking, reciting the persistence and treasures she had accumulated over a long period of time like a treasure: she chewed on every world she had ever walked through, whispered all the important names in her mind, and familiar faces floated before her ruthless eyes, dispelling the darkness in her soul.

Jonson, Konrad, Guilliman, Corax, Lana, Virgo, Bayar, Bernard, Hector, Marshall, Ahriman and Dantioch, Horus and Sanguinius, Perturabo, Trazyn, Angron, and the rest...

Countless faces passed by the Primarch in order of depth of impression and importance. When the grand blueprint of Slaanesh echoed in her ears, these words emitting golden light were woven into a soft armor, blocking the voice of the Dark Prince as much as possible.

…

They did a great job.

Morgan had to admit: when she finally had the courage and confidence to raise her head after the old-fashioned silence, and finally had the foundation and opportunity to speak, she could keenly smell a very brief sense of frustration in the breath lingering around Slaanesh.

This certainly doesn't belong to her.

The Primarch smiled, trying her best to control her facial expression. She had to do her best to ensure that she did not fall into the web woven by the Dark Prince's words: although it was the same thing, it would be extremely tempting when spoken by Slaanesh.

Just like a piece of clothing can look three different ways on two people.

But resisting temptation is not the most difficult part of this conversation: while deflecting Slaanesh's sugar-coated bullets, the Spider Queen must selectively eat them. After all, the chances of meeting a god face to face are very rare, and the information that Slaanesh inadvertently revealed during the conversation may be a weapon that can reverse the fate of the current Primarch.

However, it is also possible that it was a sweet bait to deliberately lure her into a trap: the Dark Prince's achievements in deception may not be as impressive as his other brother, but he is by no means an honest guy. After all, even the great demons under the Dark Prince are called Secret Keepers.

How can one plunder the world’s most precious secrets if lies are not involved?

Therefore, the task of distinguishing opportunities from lies became the most difficult one. Even Morgan was not sure how well she had done it, but may the Emperor bless her, she at least identified a few points that confused her: Perhaps this is why even in the most perfect lie, there will be flaws and defects?

The Primarch was not so sure: but she was not going to remain silent about it any longer.

[You all seem to be very good at sketching out the most wonderful visions.]

The coldness of the flames still flickered in her open palms, but they became the Primarch's greatest spiritual support at this moment: when she took the initiative to take a step towards the Dark Prince in front of her, the golden flame in the Primarch's hands was closer to her chest.

It was too close, and feeling the cold touch of the flame and the moist breath of the Prince of Pleasure at the same time was an indescribable wonderful thing: I felt like I was wet all over, from the places that should be wet to the places that shouldn't be wet.

+We? +

This word did not please Slaanesh.

+My cunning little witch: My brothers have extended an olive branch to you? +

[It depends on whether you are willing to regard the Terran as your brother.]

Morgan smiled.

[I don't think I need to say more: at least among my brothers, the reason why most of them fight for the Empire and humanity is nothing more than being intoxicated by the wonderful fantasy of the Great Crusade, or succumbing to my father's personal charm. Of course, there are also more complex situations where the two are superimposed.]

But I'll tell you this: No one joined out of fear of him.

Slaanesh was silent for a while, and the corners of his mouth that were raised unintentionally had a charm that was enough to make anyone feel ashamed. Morgan had to recite the names of Sanguinius and Jonson twice as much, resisting this perfection physically and psychologically: she had also tried the Emperor, but unfortunately the effect was worse than she had imagined.

+You think I'm threatening you? +

[It's not worth it. I just can't use more gentle words to describe what you just said. ]

The Primarch spread out his other hand and quietly expressed his doubts.

[Or, are you willing to use more detailed explanations to soothe my uneasy heart? ]

＋I am truly flattered. ＋

The Dark Prince twisted in mock surprise.

＋Okay then: what do you want to ask? ＋

【My location. 】

Morgan ran out of first position.

[You use such gorgeous words to decorate my position in the warp game. I am the blower of the trumpet of doom, the announcer of the twilight of the gods, the end you fear like a tiger and the gospel you look forward to: such boasting is indeed intoxicating, but I know very well that I am far from worthy of these titles. ]

＋This has nothing to do with you. ＋

Slaanesh licked his lips.

+No need to hurt yourself, my sullen little vampire lady: Do you think you are unworthy of the title of God? No, the throne is closer to you than you think, and power is never the reason to become a God. +

＋Perhaps being a king is enough: but being a god requires something nobler.＋

+True nobility is something that accompanies you from the moment you are born. The so-called efforts in the later period are nothing but the vanity of the lowly: If you are not born at the top of the pyramid, then no matter how hard you try to climb, how can you expect those at the top not to kick you into the abyss when they find out that you are trying to get involved? +

＋Humble is humble, no god has mortal blood flowing in his body: even the heroes in myths who achieved the great feat of becoming gods with ordinary bodies, if you look carefully, you will find that their fathers or mothers are always extraordinary. ＋

+ Opportunities are only given to those who are qualified to stand there and wait. The lowly people have to do their best to survive and work hard all their lives. Even if the opportunity is there, how can they see it? They are just looking at the shadow of another success from afar, deceiving themselves that the person who has reached the sky is the same as themselves. +

＋The same principle is also burning in you. Your nobility existed before you were born. It is not that the fire of God is parasitic in your body, but that you are an extraordinary being who has been granted a human body and will: Don't use human thinking to imprison yourself. One day, you will find out how narrow your current thinking is. ＋

＋So……＋

＋No need to worry about whether you are worthy of becoming a true god.＋

+For you are a god: but your kingdom is not yet open. +

【……】

To be fair, all the long speeches of the Dark Prince before this were far less shocking than this simple judgment: After subconsciously believing Slaanesh's words, the Spider Queen felt her heart sink, her breathing stopped unconsciously, and the astonishment on her face definitely did not escape the eyes of the evil god.

【I……】

＋Yes, you are God. ＋

＋It is only the cursed one who has twisted you in a pathetic way.＋

Slaanesh knew what she was trying to say.

＋Surprised, right? ＋

【……No】

[It’s not that bad: after all, there are clues to many things. ]

Morgan regained her composure. The situation in front of her was terrible, but it was not the worst in her short life: the Primarch was sometimes grateful to the Emperor, grateful that he did not deprive her of the primitive instinct to remain rational and restrained at all times and places.

This is more important than any power.

[After all, if I were just an ordinary member of the brothers, you wouldn't pay so much attention to me: if we are just talking about compatibility with your authority, I'm afraid Fulgrim should be your number one target, he is more suitable for you. ]

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+Oh~+

Slaanesh sighed softly, his tone mixed with smiles and hisses.

+ My jealous little queen: Are you testing my sincerity? +

The evil god lay on the ground, twisting and turning like a teased house cat. He seemed to be touched by Morgan's awkward words.

+Fulgrim's soul is yours at any time, if you wish it. +

＋I like his soul, but I like a gift that makes you smile even more.＋

【……】

For No Reason: Morgan was certain that Slaanesh was not lying when he said this.

But it seems even scarier...

The Primarch had a cold face: She really didn't dare to let the guy in front of her feel any more.

【No.】

The Primarch denied it.

[What makes me even more curious is that you should know better than me how great the sacrifice required to ascend to the throne of a god is. Even Randan and Ullanor pale in comparison: Although I have long known that you have secretly planned a war that could sweep across the galaxy, that is not enough to allow two gods to ascend at the same time.]

[So, answer me: Why do you stand in front of me so early? ]

[You should know: My father is the only protagonist of this era. ]

＋Oh, he doesn’t count: at least he is definitely not the “only one”. ＋

The sound of snickering echoed not far away, but it did not sound like Slaanesh's coy gesture.

+ Although he was watched by [End and Death] from the beginning, he is definitely not the only candidate: you should ask your old father for advice. The competition he faces is much more intense than yours, and he is ruthless in defending his authority. +

＋At least... I was ruthless once. ＋

＋Have you ever wondered where your father's power came from? ＋

＋Why is he so special? ＋

＋Why is he the only one so special? ＋

+Why is he willing to cut out his own past? +

+ And the others: Has he never met a single competitor? +

＋Or……＋

【What does that have to do with me! 】

The Primarch interrupted Slaanesh loudly, as she found the flames in her palms growing weaker and weaker as the Dark Prince's words and insinuations came at her like a machine gun.

【Don't change the subject: I just want to know what's going on with me. 】

【Why did you choose me: How did you choose me? 】

[What kind of benefit do you want to get in my future and destiny? ]

[Also: Why did you push me onto the duel stage so early? After all, according to what you just said, I should not welcome my promotion now: I should patiently wait for my father and the two behind him, which may last longer than my life.]

[And, the last point: Even if I ascend to God as you wish and open up your end and gospel, what meaning does it have for you? ]

[Everything is reincarnation: You are just king at the last second, your dynasty is destined to be short-lived. Compared with freedom, I think it is more like seeking death. ]

【You can't fail to understand this. 】

[Right: My ardent admirer? ]

At the end of her words, the Primarch did not notice that the corners of her mouth were slowly rising.

…

+You are really curious, my lost and found little mountain cat. +

The god remained silent, and when the Spider Queen roared before Him, the Dark Prince displayed amazing courtesy: until the Primarch's voice faded into the distance, Slaanesh stroked his flushed face and counted the numbers on the ground with ease.

＋So vigorous, so greedy: But who can make me unable to refuse you? ＋

＋I really like your request. ＋

＋So, I will answer you. ＋

＋But remember: this is going to be a very, very long… story time. ＋

+It will be ours too... +

＋First honeymoon. ＋

+ Let us be frank: in the realm of the spirit, my naughty child. +

+I will tell you everything. +

＋About the galaxy, about the real universe and the subspace.＋

＋About you...and us.＋

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Come on, brothers.

Next, get ready to welcome my completely fabricated Warhammer history: the stories in the next few chapters are purely original to this book. After all, GW has never told us where the so-called Warhammer universe came from and where it is going, so I can only make up a piece of Warhammer Galactic history.

Well, I tried to make it more reasonable.

It's time to round up plot holes, which is what I do best.