Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

＋Where should we begin? ＋

+Is it the time before the Ancient Saints? Or is it a universe so vast that it is beyond imagination? +

＋Or maybe it was something I realized when I was born, and the stories my brothers told me: They did not hesitate to wage war on me, but they selflessly told me what happened before. ＋

＋Our mission, our power and responsibility, and our role in a greater game. ＋

＋You heard it right: Even gods are not supreme beings. ＋

＋Above us, an invisible great consciousness guides our destiny.＋

＋He gave us strength, goals to advance and progress, and the legitimacy to kill each other: our throne and crown were offered by Him, and our future and path were written by Him. ＋

+ And we honor Him, and fear Him, and behind every atrocity whisper the name He allows to be spoken. +

+Chaos. +

＋The Way of Chaos. ＋

+The Throne of Chaos. +

+He is everything. He is the shape of destiny itself. He is the [subspace] known by the mundane creatures in the mortal world. He is the sum of all emotions, the second sun that cannot be seen by the naked eye. +

＋He is invisible and unconscious, just like the blind and foolish gods who sleep forever in ancient man-made myths, or the silent [Heavenly Way] in the legends of the immortals: He is not like us, with a concrete incarnation that can communicate and think, but it is absolutely unwise to deny His existence. ＋

+ He is the eight thrones of the eight-pointed star, destined to unite as one in the future. He is the symbol of the authority of the entire subspace and the prize for the winner of the great game: we are guided by Him, we wield the power He bestows, and throw ourselves into this never-ending game. The winner among us will ascend to the throne of chaos, become the master of the masters, and the only one who rules the world after the long night of eternity. +

+ By then, we will no longer be just gods, we will become the common masters of the Warp and Chaos. We will be champions among champions, warriors among warriors, and release the power of Chaos as a whole on the Chaos Throne, enjoying eternal freedom and royal power. +

＋That’s right: that’s true freedom. ＋

＋Just as you imagine, freedom is the most precious and most cherished thing. ＋

＋Because by that time, there will be no force that can restrain our souls. ＋

【……】

[Really? ]

Morgan had heard that the Dark Prince's voice was sweeter than honey, more tempting than money, and more fascinating than family and love combined. But this time, the effect was much worse for Morgan.

The Primarch's genius learning ability was fully revealed at this moment: although it was only the second time she faced Slaanesh's verbal provocation, the antibodies that Morgan passively developed during the confrontation were already stronger than she had imagined.

Not only did it ensure that the Spider Queen remained conscious, it also made her sensitively aware of something wrong: Morgan's other palm was spread out vertically, silently but rudely interrupting Slaanesh's whisper.

【Then let me ask a question. 】

To be honest, the feeling of being spoiled is really good: even though you know it is just another trap of the Dark Prince, when your words can really silence a Chaos God, the satisfaction is really immeasurable.

Slaanesh remained silent. He did not continue to speak, but just waited quietly for his little music box to start singing.

＋But: Don't use what you see with your naked eyes to guess the sea of ​​nothingness. ＋

Slaanesh twisted his neck, and six eyes glowing purple flickered one after another in the unruly darkness. His face still retained the appearance of Morgan in the past, and the soul-drinking Spider Queen could be vaguely seen.

+How should I tell you...+

The Dark Prince licked his lips: Morgan couldn't help but wonder if the subconscious action of pursing her lips when thinking was due to her deep connection with Slaanesh.

+ I am a clever clerk. +

+ Let me put it this way, our throne is a completely different concept from the Chaos Throne, with a clear hierarchical relationship: You should have heard your gene father say that even me and my brothers and sisters cannot arbitrarily set foot in certain corners of the subspace, right? +

【I know this.】

Morgan nodded.

[Not only that: there are also kingdoms in the Warp that are independent of yours, and rulers within them who seek to ascend to godhood.]

+Ah, Vashtor...+

Slaanesh licked the name.

＋I should have thought of it earlier. He would not miss this golden opportunity. ＋

＋However, you are right: Soul Forge does not belong to our country. ＋

＋Because in the final analysis, we are just powerful beings in the Chaos Realm, not the masters of the entire subspace: you can understand us as players in a cruel competition, and our power and throne are bound knives, both a help and a restraint, until we bleed and fight out the last survivor. ＋

+The reward for the survivor is to be promoted to the master of the entire subspace, becoming a higher-dimensional and more supreme being than the gods you speak of: just as I have told you before. +

【Then what?】

Such a general answer naturally could not satisfy the Spider Queen's curiosity.

[Win and ascend the throne: What awaits you? ]

＋It is a greater journey. ＋

Slaanesh's voice was still full of temptation, enough to shake the Primarch.

＋Imagine that we all live in a large house. The name of this house is Subspace. My brothers and sisters and I are the tenants selected by this house and allowed to step into it. Each of us has a room that is completely under our control. ＋

+In this room, we have absolute power, and can control some functions of the whole house due to the particularity of each room: those who own the indoor garden can control the cycle of life and death, those who step into the gym are the representatives of muscles, and the study and music room also have their own authority. +

＋This is our strength.＋

＋But at the same time, we are also bound to our own rooms: we can stretch out our bodies and fight each other with weapons in hand, or send our followers to decide our respective powers on the battlefield of proxy, but our feet are not allowed to leave the room, let alone go to other rooms. ＋

＋Therefore, the battles between us tenants are always unresolved. Therefore, there are still large areas in this house that cannot be explored by us tenants. Therefore, there are always some people who can take advantage of the loopholes and carry out their little plans under our noses. ＋

＋But if the great game between us finally decides a winner, then such an embarrassing situation will no longer exist: the winner will have the dominance of the entire house, he can freely enter and exit every room, all the blanks and restrictions will no longer exist for him. ＋

＋Similarly, mastering the throne of Chaos means mastering every aspect of the warp. Maybe before victory, you will have to do some forced things because of the one-sided power. If you ascend the throne of Chaos, then you can do whatever you want. ＋

+Because Chaos itself is the aggregation of all emotions and possibilities, it is the authority that will not violate any principles. Anything that an absolutely free person wants to do, the holder of the Chaos Throne can easily do it: Isn't this equivalent to absolute freedom? +

＋Of course, this is not the most important thing. ＋

The fragrant breath of Slaanesh was like a large field of brilliant flowers that was rapidly decaying. The mixture of sweetness and stench was more disgusting than either extreme alone: ​​Morgan had to hold her breath, but she still didn't dare to relax her thinking.

What is more important?

＋More importantly: once someone wins the Great Game, ascends the throne of Chaos, unifies the subspace, and becomes the tenant who finally owns the entire house, then He not only gains complete freedom of movement inside the house, but can also open the tightly closed door, walk out of the house, and use the wealth in this house to explore the wider world outside. ＋

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment: What did she instinctively think of?

House, galaxy, exploration...

This is...

[Terra Unification War? ]

The Primarch muttered to herself as she looked at Slaanesh in disbelief: the Dark Prince's smile was as if she had expected it.

＋That’s right. ＋

+You can understand it this way: I am an ignorant little groundhog. +

+The Great Game is a greater war of unification of Terra. We are like your father and those warlords in the wasteland, fighting for the throne of the Himalayas. The final winner can naturally transform this precious world according to his own wishes and support a more legendary expedition. +

+ This time: towards the universe, towards more and more vast galaxies. +

＋So, the end of the great game and the return of chaos is not the end: on the contrary, it is the beginning of a greater legend. ＋

【……interesting.】

Morgan nodded.

[Excuse me for asking: Why did you start this great expedition of yours? ]

＋Hahahaha……＋

Slaanesh laughed.

＋Then you answer me first. ＋

＋Why do humans always try to climb higher or go farther? ＋

＋Why when you look up, you think you can fly to the sky. ＋

+Why do even wild animals travel thousands of miles to spread from one continent to another, instead of enjoying a comfortable home in their place of origin? +

+Expansion is instinct: the purest and most ancient instinct. +

+In human terms...+

＋Because: The mountain is there. ＋

[No wonder you always think my father is the same kind of person as you.]

＋It's not that we think he is the same kind of person as us, it's just...＋

Slaanesh suddenly stopped, rubbing his lips up and down unwillingly, and stopped the topic involuntarily out of fear.

＋That's all. It doesn't matter. ＋

+He is simply fighting for a world that is in decline and doomed to fail. +

[Human?]

＋No, more. ＋

The Dark Prince smiled.

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+ Do you think the success of the cursed one depends only on humans and himself? +

＋No, there is a more powerful invisible force standing behind your father, a force that can keep pace with Chaos, a voice that can also dominate the galaxy and dominate destiny: If it were not for His existence, the Age of Strife that you speak of would have been the end of everything. ＋

【hiss……】

The Primarch took a deep breath and praised his own big heart. Even if Slaanesh said something more shocking, it would not be enough to shake Morgan's calmness at this moment: An existence that is on par with the Warp? Although it sounds very sensational at first, if you think about it carefully, the answer is actually very obvious.

[You mean: the real universe? ]

+That's right: You don't think that only the subspace has its own consciousness, do you? +

＋In fact, for a long time, we were the challengers. ＋

[A long time?]

Morgan was a little skeptical.

[How long was that: before the Eldar's empire fell apart?]

+Hehehehe…+

Slaanesh laughed, a midnight snack-like shriek that grew louder and louder until it pierced the Primarch's eardrums and shattered the power of the golden flame like a storm, until Morgan was staggering from side to side, frowning, until the laughter finally stopped.

At the end, she seemed to hear a whine that sounded like a sigh.

＋Are you ready? ＋

Slaanesh didn't seem to be asking her.

+My favorite, my treasure. +

＋It's time to tell a story. ＋

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+In the First Era, before everything began, at the beginning of the universe and the Milky Way as we know it, the vast sea of ​​stars was just a cloud ignited by billions of suns, filled with only energy, fluctuations and muddled invisible bodies, and so it went on for countless years, hundreds of thousands of millennia, billions of collisions and intersections: until the first living being finally appeared. +

+A body, a consciousness, a shell, a soul, half of which belongs to the real universe, and the other half belongs to the unknown subspace: before the first breath, the first meal, and the first step in the universe officially appeared, the real universe and the subspace had been separated, and they have never been reunited since then. +

＋Even for the universe, this is a long enough process. ＋

＋But after that, the gradual development of life became a matter of course. Although the Milky Way was not the first place where life appeared, it was not the slowest either: although both the real universe and the subspace were ignorant things without self-awareness, they still worked together to create the first batch of living beings. This was their first cooperation, but it was definitely not the last. ＋

＋These pioneers, of course, have received endless love and wooing from both worlds. They have technologies that are unimaginable to the ancient life in the real universe, and they can move freely in the subspace, and they can build an ideal country between the stars and the moon. ＋

+ So powerful, so prosperous, so fantastic and incredible: in the mouths of you later races, their long-vanished figures are respectfully called... the Ancient Saints. +

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