Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 171 As long as Morgan launches an attack

Chapter 171 As long as Morgan launches an attack...

When the Lord of Mankind personally told his most beloved heir: Horus on his [Emperor's Dream] that the latter had an unexpected sister, he had a plan to let him Horus came to guide and educate the newly returned Primarch.

Jonson is not suitable for this job, and most of the other descendants of the Lord of Mankind do not have the corresponding experience and patience: Fulgrim may be happy to guide a blood relative, but his performance does not make people thorough. Rest assured; Sanguinius may be more trustworthy and reliable than most of his brothers, but his attitude towards the Lord of Mankind is far from close.

As for the other Primarchs: they were certainly capable of doing their best, but they were also more likely to screw up.

As for taking Morgan with him, he would teach him personally like Horus, Magnus or Vulkan; or express it like Leman Russ, Ferrus and Mortarion. Goodwill and building bonds: The Lord of Humanity is not without such abilities, but he no longer has the mood or leisure to repeat these tender tricks on Morgan and those heirs who have not yet returned.

Whether it is the current Morgan or the Primarchs belonging to the Eighth, Twelfth and Nineteenth Legion after Morgan, they are destined not to get a more tender father-son recognition: they have not caught up with a good time, human beings The remaining softness in the Lord's heart has been consumed by increasingly heavy wars and trivial matters.

In the more than seventy standard years of Terra before Morgan's return, except for Alpharius, who is still in a secret state, the Lord of Mankind has publicly welcomed back his fifteen children. He has tried his best to The earth maintains an attitude of intimacy with each returning heir:

He accompanied Horus for thirty years. He left Leman Russ with the humorous competition and the Spear of Dionysus. He gave Fulgrim the honor of the Imperial Sky Eagle. He and Magnus even more He has been friends with God for a long time, and his respect for Dorne is visible to the naked eye. He took Vulkan by his side to guide him personally. His battle with Ferrus leveled several mountains. He guided King Connaught to find the infant. Guilliman, he tolerated Sanguinius's mutations and offenses, he ignored Jaghatai's dissatisfaction with the tyrant, he left the most important war to Jonson, he ignored the information about Mengele He personally accompanied the resentful Mortarion to select weapons. He even endured the misunderstanding of being regarded as a god and watched the worship procession of his god on Lorgar's home planet for a whole month.

During this long period of time, he did release his kindness to the greatest extent possible, even if they sometimes did not receive very positive feedback: Sanguinius, Jaghatai, and the nagging Mota Li An, they always have reasons for dissatisfaction, which also makes him feel tired and tired of this kind of warm stage play day after day.

Especially after the incident with Mengele and his legion, it was like the last tender straw, completely breaking a thread of patience in the emperor's heart...

…

etc.

Did he forget something?

...Forget it, that shouldn't be important.

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All in all, with most of the Primarchs returning and the Great Crusade completely on track, the Emperor no longer needs to establish more bonds with his new sons: let alone those who have not yet returned. There is indeed no special person like Clover who needs his special care.

Under such circumstances, the Emperor would involuntarily turn his attention to Horus.

Horus always makes the master of mankind feel reassured: The Wolf God may not be able to do his best, but he will never let things turn out to be disappointing, as long as he still retains this precious quality. He is enough for the Lord of Mankind to entrust him with anything.

Horus was not the best choice for many things, but he was definitely a universal and unmistakable choice: in the Emperor's mind, this was what his best heir should be.

What's more, Horus has proven his success in leading his blood relatives: Fulgrim, Sanguinius, and Jaghatai all followed the footsteps of the Wolf God and slowly understood humans. empire.

Presumably, Morgan will not make any additional mistakes: she is much better behaved than Sanguinius was when he just returned.

As for Jonson's attitude: In the emperor's understanding, his son from Caliban is a calm and eccentric knight. He prefers to stay alone in his castle, surrounded by submissive knights. , it is already a kind of torture to have such a son who likes to be alone side by side with his blood relatives for so long. Zhuang Sen must also miss those cold days.

Everyone has their own preferences and inherent responsibilities. Even the emperor does not want to forcefully violate this. Horus, who is keen on making new friendships, is certainly more suitable for the responsibility of accompanying new blood relatives than the quiet Jonson: as for him The little selfishness in the heart of my favorite Wolf Shepherd.

Let him be.

It's just a bit of human nature to strive for power. Since the Lord of mankind is not attached to the so-called throne and power, how bad can Horus's little ambition and greed be?

Once the Master of Mankind has solved his long to-do list, he will mediate these problems with ease: including the simmering conflict between his Wolf-Wanderer and his Mark Bearer, the Emperor is not a A mortal king who is keen on fighting among his subordinates, he sincerely hopes that his last old friend can get the praise and respect he deserves, but he really doesn't have time now.

Just be patient for now.

Let it go first.

When he's done with this, he'll definitely deal with these things.

Just wait until he finishes all that...

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Horus found out on the Emperor's Dream that he had a sister: and they had met.

And he got another order on [Spirit of Vengeance]: he will be responsible for the education of his blood sisters, just like he guided Fulgrim, Sanguinius and Jaghatai before.

Frankly speaking, Wolf Shepherd's heart is not at peace right now, and can even be said to be in a state of turmoil.

When Horus found out that the [Soul Drinker] was actually his blood relative as Jaghatai said, his first reaction was to recall as completely as possible the time he and Morgan had spent together in Drew. When he got along with En Xingxing, he didn't really feel relieved until he confirmed that he didn't show any bad side at all.

But despite this, he was still a little surprised about Morgan's identity.

Even if he personally cut off a mountain-like head during the war with Ran Dan, the shock did not completely disappear from the depths of his heart: but compared to King Barbarus on the side, Horus's performance But it was much better. Mortarion had been muttering alone there for a long time, his mouth full of dissatisfaction and complaints about the second wizard's blood relative.

The Lord of Death's attitude towards his new blood relatives can even be called contempt, but that's all. Whenever he sees the corpses of the Randan soldiers who left deep scars on his legion, he will Thinking of the story that was circulated on the front lines of the war about the illustrious achievements of the [Soul Drinker]: every time he thought of this, the vicious accusations in his mouth would suddenly lose the motivation and support to continue.

The Primarch of the Death Guard never bothered to deny the achievements of his blood relatives: he disdained such so-called achievements, and was unwilling to become a self-deceiving liar like a certain tyrant.

But this only made him more uncomfortable.

A wizard, a blasphemous master of psychic powers: even his blood relatives have actually made undeniable achievements: Every time he thinks of this, Mortarion can't help but wave his scythe violently, destroying everything in sight. All the aliens can be called scraps.

It's all because of these alien scum, these weak things that are not worth mentioning at all, that's why the so-called [Soul Drinker] has become a legend in the mouths of fools.

There are also his brothers: Zhuang Sen, and that Mengele. They are too weak and have no tenacity that has been beaten by suffering. They actually have to drag out such an opponent for such a long time and even defeat them. Death is the reason why a mere wizard can become a so-called hero among the people.

If he had known earlier, he would not have left the front line against Ran Dan: he would definitely be able to take his descendants to clean up these alien scum, solve the battle in the shortest time, show the world the power of Barbarus, and show the world science with the power of reason, rather than letting a wizard out there feel smug.

He should have done this...if he hadn't really couldn't stand the Caliban...

The poison lingering around Mortarion has become more arrogant because of his anger and self-isolation. Now, only his closest descendants can stand by his side and continue this massacre with his genetic father.

When Horus led his Council of Four Kings to successfully join forces and rob the largest Randan battleship, bathing in everyone's cheers and celebrations, the Death Guard had already joined with their genetic father to bring the entire The alien fleet killed them all: but compared to the glory of the Luna Wolves, the descendants of Barbarus were much clumsy, and their casualties were not so good-looking, and when Mortarion returned to his When the brothers were around, even the cheers of the mortal auxiliaries involuntarily dropped a few syllables.

Mortarion didn't care, but the poison that haunted him became even more rampant and serious, even making people like Abaddon have to look away.

But Horus didn't care. He stepped forward, hugged his brother in front of everyone, and then put his ear to his ear and told him an idea from the Wolf Shepherd.

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Immediately after the massacre of Ran Dan's fleet ended, the two Primarchs had already arrived on the First Legion's [Indomitable Truth] on a transport plane.

It was a quiet journey. Mortarion was holding a box. His already thin and gloomy face was now even more gloomy, as if Barbarus had been blown up.

Horus, on the other hand, was sitting aside, thinking quietly, his expression changing back and forth between a frown, thoughtfulness, and a sly smile.

If the Wolf Shepherd, who had just learned about Morgan's identity, was in a state of shock, then the current Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf had completely calmed down during the battle and was thinking instinctively A question arose that he was extremely concerned about.

Morgan.

His sisters.

Lord of the Second Legion.

It is also a person appointed by the emperor, and he can reasonably keep him by his side in the future.

A man who seemed capable, but without the arrogance of independence, and who commanded a legion that was already closely aligned with his Luna Wolves... Primarch.

…

The return of a blood relative naturally made Horus feel instinctively happy, but...

Can he... find something good for him in these identities?

Horus couldn't help but start thinking.

The first moment he learned of Morgan's identity, Horus actually had a kind of panic: it belonged to his fleet, the main force of his Second Legion of [Power], those elite Terran veterans who mastered many mysterious weapons. , maybe from now on it will no longer be his power, but will be close to those already powerful Dark Angels: this even made Horus feel some new pressure, some pressure related to invisible competition.

However, when the Emperor's new orders came one after another, an idea also arose in Horus's heart along with this order: His brother Jonson has never been a master of interpersonal relationships, so it makes blood sisters more difficult to deal with. Being close to himself is not a big problem for Horus.

So, if it succeeds, won't it be his [power] whether it's the Second Legion or their powerful Primarch?

After all, the Luna Wolves have been fighting side by side with Morgan's descendants for decades, and the two sides have long had a bond. Since Morgan will learn by his side, let this bond of the Legion affect the friendship of the original body, It is very simple to make her his best friend.

A moment ago, the Wolf Shepherd was worried that the Primarch's influence on the Legion would damage his own strength. Now he couldn't help but feel grateful that the connection between the Primarch and the Legion gave him the best way to win over Morgan.

It is a pity that Marshall's part of the Second Legion fleet has been summoned by the Emperor. Otherwise, he could immediately start some layouts and plans: Since the farewell to Druun, Horus has actually collected information about Morgan. Intelligence and information.

The more you collect, the more amazing you become.

This made him even somewhat envious of his brother Zhuang Sen for having such an outstanding assistant, a [Palm Master].

Even Horus would not deny the ability of the Seal Bearer.

But now it seems that this palmist is not exclusive to Zhuang Sen: whether it is Morgan, who has already shown his ability, or her valuable second legion, with the emperor's order, for For Horus at this time, they no longer seemed out of reach, it could even be said that they were within reach.

Horus turned his head and saw his blurry face reflected on the smooth wall. He smiled and raised the corners of his lips.

Whether it's Sanguinius, Jaghatai, or Mortarion, the Wolf God never thinks he has too many friends.

Although he did not learn more in his nominal hometown of Cthonia, he still understood some truths:

Whatever you can win, you must naturally hold it tightly in your own hands.

A bearer belonging to Horus, a new best friend, a new supporter, a strong arm, a blood relative who he can trust, call upon, and draw on his strength when necessary.

Sounds great, doesn't it?

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When Morgan learned of the visit of Horus and Mortarion, she had already left her lounge and had even returned to the body of the Primarch.

At this moment, the Lord of the Second Legion is staying in the room belonging to the Lord of the First Legion, sitting on the seat belonging to the Lord of the First Legion. She is surrounded by those whom the Lord of the First Legion trusts. officer.

Corswayne, Arachos, and Astlan, the most powerful Astartes warriors, lowered their heads in front of the majesty and power of the Primarch, reported their work, listened to orders, and It was like facing their genetic father himself.

After all, the time for laziness and enjoyment was extremely short-lived. After Morgan recovered a little bit of her strength, she had to step out of her own little world and manage the operation and repair of the Dark Angel Legion.

Morgan's descendants stood on one side of the room, somewhat surprised by the scene in front of them: their genetic mother was sitting in the center of the First Legion, dispatching all the Dark Angels at will, as if she was the legion. The hostess is average.

On the contrary, the Dark Angels have become accustomed to this. When the Johnson heirs who came in saw Morgan's tall body, they sighed in relief.

In the past ten years of war with Ran Dan, Morgan's figure quietly came from the edge of the Queen of Glory battleship to the core of the First Legion. Until this time, in the absence of Zhuang Sen or sleeping , this lady [Soul Drinker] will temporarily take over the responsibilities of the Legion Master, reviewing various questions and reports, which is already something that the Dark Angels are accustomed to doing.

Although she still has no power to interfere with those long-established religious orders, the daily operation of the legion and the simple dispatch of military units still have no problem for her. When Morgan's identity as the Primarch of the Dark Angels became a kind of After the wave of silence spread, her temporary governance became smoother.

For the arrogant Dark Angels, listening to the words of a mortal and listening to the orders of a Primarch are completely different feelings and things: at least, for some old antiques with grudges, this will make them instinctive I feel much better.

The [Soul Drinker], the one who achieved unimaginable feats and achievements in the war, the one who could stand beside their genetic father, the one who even saved them from desperate situations time and time again. The so-called [mortal] who came back was actually a Primarch, a person who should be stronger than them.

Thinking about it this way makes me feel much more comfortable.

Officers from various companies and knights came and went, rubbing shoulders one after another, reporting on their respective contents. Although they had no more respect for Morgan, they still maintained an attitude of great respect, which even made the real Morgan on the side The sons curled their lips, and for a moment, they felt as if they were a group of visitors.

But such a strange atmosphere disappeared without a trace with the visit of the two Primarchs: Hector and others were sent to the door by Morgan, while the Dark Angels were also driven to other places.

"grown ups……"

Coswayen wanted to say something else, but Morgan just waved his hand.

[You should stay with your genetic father, right, Akao? 】

Coswayen was silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully and left.

When Jonson's most trusted heir just disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the figures of Horus and Mortarion had already appeared in Morgan's field of vision.

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"Morgan! My sister!"

"I know it's a little late, but welcome back!"

Horus still remembered when he met his first brother: that brother was the Wolf King of Fenris. He led a lot of dirty barbarians and met him for the first time in a shining palace in the sky. Meet, get acquainted, shake hands.

He still remembered that Leman Russ called him [Boss] at that time, which was really a title full of Fenrisian style.

To be honest, Horus did not actually welcome his brother at that time. He did not adapt to the dilemma of sharing the father-son relationship with the Emperor with others. What's more, he actually made some...not so wonderful suggestions. .

However, Horus did not want to recall those things any further. Those things were already in the past tense. The current Wolf Shepherd was a friend to every one of his blood relatives: for some of them, he was a close friend.

As for the person in front of me, there will be no more exceptions.

In the eyes of Horus, his sister seemed a little reserved: for a Primarch, she was a little too short, and even compared with the Astartes warriors, there was not enough height difference.

But these are not problems.

Horus wanted to hug, but when he walked to Morgan, he found that his sister did not have the same wish: she stood there in silence, seeming to be struggling with the activities of the first meeting.

She looked like she had never experienced this kind of passion between blood relatives: it was a matter of course, how could the lion of Caliban know such things.

Horus smiled. He didn't feel any embarrassment at all. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and moved from a hug to a handshake in the most silky manner.

"It's a pity that we didn't really know each other until this time, but I will try my best to make up for these missing things: Morgan, my sister, I formally introduce myself again, I am Horus Lupekar, from Cthuni Adilupekar, the Primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion, was also the commander of your legion."

[Morgan, I am Morgan. 】

Her voice sounded a little slight, maybe because the change of status made her still have some instincts that were not used to it. Compared with the calmness of talking over Druun, Morgan now seemed a little too cautious.

[Have you ever commanded my legion? 】

"We fought side by side, Morgan. It was a day that I am proud of, and from now on, I will fight side by side with you in the galaxy, for our father and the empire we built together."

Mortarion's faint humming came to his ears.

【Fight alongside? Like Jonson and I did in the Ran Dan War? 】

"Yes, I will teach you everything about the empire, including all the deep knowledge that only we can know. I know that before this, you and Zhuang Sen worked hard on this war and missed the opportunity to get these teachings."

[Is this the emperor’s will? 】

"You should call him dad."

【ah……】

Finally, Morgan laughed.

[Swapping identities is not a simple matter, Horus, I think it will take some time for me to get used to it. 】

The Wolf Shepherd laughed, an extremely open-minded laugh.

"It's okay, my sister."

"I will only have endless patience for my blood relatives."

As he spoke, Horus stretched his palm forward, and Morgan also stretched out his hand: her hand was much smaller than Horus's, and looked very cold, as if it were a small piece of ice falling. In the boiling ocean.

She still hasn't adapted to the communication between blood relatives, Horus thought.

Obviously, Jonson never wanted to have more ties with his blood relatives. He was content with a distant mutual appreciation, just like an arrogant knight who is content with the sharpest swords hanging on the walls of his castle. Instead of holding them in your hands at all times.

In this regard, Jonson is undoubtedly a fool: but what does it matter, this is only a good thing for the Wolf Shepherd.

Horus smiled. He did not stop shaking hands immediately, but continued to ask some questions that he had prepared long ago: These questions were the most sincere. Horus was indeed very concerned about the situation of his blood relatives, that kind of The family love from the heart made him do this, but the Shepherd God was accustomed to mixing some more realistic things with his sincere emotions.

The Shepherd God could feel that with his words and smile, the restrained ice cube slowly melted in his palm, turning into a stream of equally warm water.

This made his smile become more sincere.

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Horus's words did not stay on him. He quickly changed the topic to Mortarion who was standing aside.

"I found some items for you on my [Spirit of Vengeance] that can nourish your soul. My sister, I heard that you consumed too much in the previous war. I don't know if Zhuang Sen has prepared anything for you. Same stuff, but I got them anyway.”

"Mortarion insists on personally ensuring their safety until they are in your hands. Don't be misled by his expression. Morgan, our brothers once praised your achievements..."

"I never said that! Horus! And I would never praise any wizard or psychic scum!"

Mortarion, without any more words or greetings, just rushed all the way in front of Morgan like a wild bull. He almost dropped the box to the ground: but fortunately, he did not do that, and just said it in a way that could be said. Because of his indifferent attitude, he pushed the box into Morgan's hands.

"Don't lie for me, Horus!"

He shouted harshly, then moved his eyes and reluctantly glanced at his blood relatives.

The Lord of Death looked down at his wizard blood relatives. His lips covered by the breathing mask squirmed, as if he wanted to say something to meet, but in the end he disappeared into the poisonous mist of Barbarus. .

Horus's face only froze for a moment, then recovered again before anyone could sense it.

"Mortarion, he just has some..."

"Enough, Horus!"

The Lord of Death waved his hand, interrupting his brother's last effort to repair the relationship between him and Morgan. He looked at Morgan with a very serious and serious expression, trying to contain his anger and arrogance as much as possible: It's an acknowledgment of Morgan's undoubted record and he won't hide it.

"You did something during the war, something I don't want to deny, but it's not something worth bragging about. You just did the duty that any soldier of the empire should do. Don't be complacent there."

"I'll keep an eye on you, Morgan, and I'll keep an eye on your witchcraft."

"You'd better hope you don't make the same mistake as those wizards, otherwise..."

"Don't expect me to show mercy."

He told all this with a soft but cold prophecy. Then, he took another look at his blood relatives, turned around and left without hesitation.

Holding a box filled with psychic gifts for a psyker had brought Mortarion's anger to the extreme. If it hadn't been for Horus's request, he would have exploded long ago.

Morgan blinked and watched Mortarion's figure disappear from the end of her field of vision. She was neither angry nor had any other useless emotions: Morgan actually felt nothing about the Lord of Death.

His soul was nothing worth caring about to her.

The rotten atmosphere above has gradually lingered, and Morgan would not be stupid enough to seek that kind of food.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she let her eyes pass quickly over the servants of Horus.

James Se had been looking at her, and when he noticed Morgan's gaze, he smiled and saluted, neither too respectful nor too joking, maintaining the same indifference as before.

Abaddon's eyes briefly met with Morgan's. He seemed to be thinking about something instinctively at that moment, but the next moment, his eyesighted again.

Hmm...Abaddon is still Abaddon.

Abaddon like this is actually pretty good.

The remaining Luna Wolves didn't even notice Morgan's sight, but...

Um?

The Spider Queen's vision stayed on an ordinary Luna Wolf for a second.

He seemed to be an extremely mediocre-looking figure, and would not even be memorable, but when he noticed Morgan's gaze, he just raised his head, tilted his head, and showed the same smile.

Hydra is immortal...

She seemed to hear some kind of whisper.

"Morgan."

Horus's words interrupted the Spider Queen's continued observation.

"Please forgive our brothers."

The Wolf Shepherd sighed, with two auras active in his heart at the same time: the failure to reconcile the relationship between Mortarion and Morgan, and the joy of taking the opportunity to further highlight his image.

They are not contradictory.

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The conversation between the Wolf God and the Spider Queen continued for a while, and the conversation ended when it came to a galaxy that was not too far away from them.

"Before the official attack on Tuckers, Ran Dan's fleet seemed to have stayed in that galaxy for an abnormally long time. There are obviously some problems in this, some worth exploring."

"You and I, and my legion, will be the vanguard. Our father will arrive there soon. Without further ado, I think we can set off now."

Morgan listened to Horus's words and nibbled on Horus's gifts. Her mind recalled the galaxy that Horus mentioned.

She thought for a moment.

I thought about the things that could exist in that galaxy, thought about Horus, and then thought about Jonson.

She didn't think about it for long.

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Jonson opened his eyes.

Then he jumped up.

"How's the war going..."

Anxious questions flew through the mouth of Caliban's King of Knights, but they soon faded into thin air as he rose and made his rounds.

He found himself in a ward, and the highest-ranking Dark Angels were surrounding him: there was no smoke and dust of war on their armor.

In an instant, Zhuang Sen figured out his current situation.

"...Ran Dan was defeated?"

He rubbed the corners of his eyebrows.

Coswayen stepped forward.

"The Emperor led an army including the Custodes, Luna Wolves, Death Guard and Mechanicum, and has killed the ruler of Randan..."

The battle situation was absorbed by Zhuang Sen in the briefest way. He nodded and then asked about the situation of the legion.

Several knight captains looked at each other, and then reported one by one in a low voice.

The more he listened, the more Zhuang Sen frowned.

It was so confusing. While he was sleeping, how did Morgan...

etc.

"Where's Morgan?"

The Lion King belatedly looked around him and saw no blood relatives.

"Where is Morgan?"

"Um……"

Coswayen was stuck, but the Primarch of the First Legion didn't particularly care about the answer. He just waved his hand.

"Wherever she is, call her here. I need her help and assistance."

After saying that, Zhuang Sen continued to rub the corners of his eyebrows. The pain of defeat was bothering him, and the chaos of the legion made this trouble even heavier.

He needed Morgan's strength.

As long as Morgan comes, as long as Morgan handles these things with him, as long as Morgan can initiate...

"My lord."

Finally, Coswayne spoke. This sentence was really difficult and needed to be completed with several Dark Angels around him.

"Mr. Morgan..."

"Morgan, she..."

"Morgan is not on the Indomitable Truth... Lord Horus took her away."

"..."

Coswayen touched his neck and felt the heat.

Jonson picked up his helmet.

Trembling hands.

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