Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Moonlight.

Gobi.

Lion and wolf.

…

There is no doubt that this is the most serious, loyal and rational combination.

Is not it?

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In the past days, the Wolf God and his brother from Caliban had met and talked: not many times, and not very harmonious, but not bad either,

For Horus, talking to Jonson was like letting the warm spring breeze gently knock on the rocks, in vain.

In most cases, his so-called conversations with the Dark Angels' Primarchs merely conveyed their respective views of mutual incomprehension, distrust, and disinterest.

Until then, the King of Knights, who emerged from the deepest jungles of Caliban, had been a gap in the Wolf God's proud network of brotherhood: Horus had always been committed to connecting with everyone. Brothers build a friendship, even if it is only superficial harmony and harmony, and this enterprise of his has been considered a success until he meets Jonson.

Fulgrim, Sanguinius, and Mortarion regarded him as a close friend, while Leman Russ from Fenris respected him, and Dorn, who had always been difficult to deal with, also trusted him. As for the other Primarch brothers, Most of the emotions towards the Wolf Shepherd God are trust, respect and even reverence.

Even the Lord of Ultramar, who clearly wrote his ambitions on the Blue Throne, would not have any explicit disobedience to him: of course, Horus had always been truly suspicious. Now, when Guilliman is huddled in the shadow of the Five Hundred Worlds, constantly imagining his Alexander the Great dream, will he continue to laugh at the name of the Wolf God in his heart, and laugh at Horus's hatred of the Emperor? of loyalty.

Um……

Horus felt he could not ignore the possibility.

The Wolf God has always had doubts about the Lord of the Ultramarines, about his legion, his kingdom within a kingdom, and the rustling quill in Guilliman's hand...

One day, they will cause trouble.

Horus believed so.

But even Guilliman suddenly looked a lot cuter than the Caliban lion with a frosty face walking slowly before him.

After all, Guilliman is only a little annoying, and Jonson...

The Shepherd God slowly shook his neck. He would not reveal this to even his closest descendants: when he met the master of the Dark Angel, he would instinctively feel nervous: even during the Great Crusade The most powerful and terrifying opponent he has ever encountered would not make the Wolf Shepherd nervous.

But Jonson, yes.

When he looked into the cold green eyes of the lion, Horus would even believe that if necessary, Jonson would not hesitate to kill any of his brothers, even the Wolf Shepherd: This The Calibans don't hesitate for a moment.

It was this look and this thought that made Horus feel nervous, even a hint of impossible fear: just the thought of the possibility of brothers killing each other was enough to make Horus tremble like a child. And the light reflected in Zhuang Sen's eyes, which was enough to kill his brother with determination, made the Wolf Shepherd feel almost confused.

…

He hoped it was his imagination.

Horus sighed in his heart. He maintained the perfect smile on his face and gently encouraged the heirs who were obviously still a little depressed. It wasn't until they puffed up their chests that the Wolf Shepherd slowly led the team forward and met them. The Dark Angels approach here at high speed for a meeting.

"Jonson! My brother, my Ran Dan killer!"

Before the two Primarchs could reach a hug, the Wolf God opened his arms early. He spoke loudly to the knights of Caliban in a tone of joy that was enough for anyone to hear. The king said hello.

The Shepherd God is enthusiastic and exudes the purest family affection: Although Horus always has his own thoughts and worries, he still embraces the purest family affection and friendliness towards every brother, just like him As he had sworn to the Emperor, he would be a friend to every brother.

Even Jonson.

The Wolf Shepherd knows that his brother Caliban does not like him, but he can also swear to the emperor's throne. The relationship between Jonson and him is only cold at best. Between the Wolf Shepherd and the Caliban Lion , although there is no friendship that can make people laugh and talk happily, there is no harm or plunder that can make either party frown.

Horus knew that Jonson was indifferent towards him, and he also knew that the Lion King of Caliban was like this to any brother: In fact, to be honest, the Wolf Shepherd could not imagine Jonson showing kindness to a person. , trust and indulgence.

Such a scene...

Probably like a polite Leman Russ who wears suits and ties, doesn't drink alcohol, and is a vegetarian...

The Shepherd God imagined such a scene in his mind: This brought more and more joyful smiles to his face, and with his long strides, he headed towards Zhuangson.

He smiled.

Then.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

From being seen from a distance to advancing far enough for a hug, it is only a matter of a moment for the Primarch: during this period, the Wolf Shepherd has been opening his arms cheerfully, longing for a Embrace.

But even when he walked up to Caliban's King of Knights, Jonson's cold face was the only response.

On the Lion King's face, his eyebrows stood up coldly.

For a moment, when the air in front of the two Primarchs fell into an icy solidification, both the Luna Wolf and the Dark Angel fell into a silence that made them nervous.

But fortunately, the Shepherd God did not let this silence continue. He still kept a smile on his face, moved his shoulders slightly, and let his arms slowly slide down: as if he just just I felt the soreness in my arms and wanted to move my shoulders a little.

And at the moment when his right hand slowly fell, Horus even made his fingers visibly stretch forward: but in the face of this silent handshake proposal, Jonson's only answer was almost sculptural. In general silence and coldness, his hands rested on the hilt of the sword and his waist, motionless.

Horus's color changed, but he still smiled and brought up the first topic.

"It makes me happy to see you safe and sound, Zhuang Sen, my brother, my Ran Dan killer. We haven't seen each other for a while. I can't even imagine that during this period of time, you and your The legion actually accomplished such a huge feat single-handedly."

The Wolf Shepherd's voice was loud, like thunder, allowing every warrior and mortal present to hear clearly: In this seemingly unintentional greeting, Horus cleverly promoted Ran Dan for his brother. The great achievements of war.

At this point, Horus indeed envied and even admired Zhuangson: Zhuangson did what the Wolf Shepherd dreamed of. No one familiar with the matter can deny that the final victory of the Randan Empire was achieved since the beginning of the Great Crusade. It is an unprecedented monument, and the contribution of Zhuang Sen and the Dark Angel in this cannot be denied.

Zhuang Sen is the destroyer of Ran Dan.

Even the emperor cannot deny this ironclad fact.

Facing the Wolf Shepherd's enthusiasm, Zhuang Sen's response was as cold as iron.

"Don't waste time here, my brother. The war with Ran Dan is over. All that's left is the tedious sweep. Apart from the summary and reasoning of experience, it has no value in being mentioned again."

"Also, this is not my victory alone, it belongs to others as well."

"You know that, right?"

Different from the sun-like voice of the Wolf God, Caliban's voice is low and hoarse, filled with the flavor of someone who has just returned from the edge of blood and death. It is like a sword hidden under armor and shields. Like a sharp hidden sword, with Zhuang Sen's cold face and slow movements, he gradually approached Horus' throat.

"Horus, my brother."

Jonson used the deepest voice and slowly uttered words that only the two Primarchs could hear: This was his last and only courtesy.

"I'm busy, Horus."

"I'm very busy."

"I don't know what Ran Dan means to you, and I don't want to know. In my opinion, it is just a war, a war that cannot be said to be a victory: don't mention it anymore, it is not worth showing off and Analysis, that is just the duty that any warrior should be able to perform.”

"That's the mission the Emperor gave me, the expectations and orders he gave me, and all I have to do is complete it, then rest and wait for the next order."

"But now, someone has blocked this natural order. One of my brothers has taken away the most important brain of the Dark Angels, preventing my legion from being in the best condition for the next rest and replenishment."

"Horus, my brother."

"I'm very busy. I don't have time to go through the red tape, and I don't have time to get angry and quarrel with you. Let the two of us open the skylight and talk openly."

The Lion King seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be speaking categorically. The light reflected in his green pupils also reflected the somewhat stiff face of the Wolf Shepherd God.

Zhuang Sen lowered his tone and spoke his last words to Horus in a tone that was almost murmuring.

In other words, orders.

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"I don't want to argue with you or engage in useless word games. I just want my things back, Horus. That is the mission and responsibility given to me by the Emperor, and I must maintain them."

"There are some things that are destined to belong to the First Legion and the true warriors, rather than your boastful natural possessiveness. Horus, I hope you can remember."

"Even the most prosperous moonlight cannot illuminate the depths of the forest."

"Of course you can learn from our father and be a sun, Horus, but you have to know and understand that some beings only like shadows and darkness, not the sun."

"so now."

"Where is she?"

"Give her back to me."

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Looking at the somewhat stiff smile of the Shepherd God, Zhuang Sen did not engage in any more pretentiousness with his brother: his brain and heart were tired from this long war, and he was so tired that he no longer wanted to fight anymore. Don't worry about anything.

See the Emperor, pick up the de facto Grand Master of the Dark Angels, and then lead the legion back to the familiar Caliban, in the familiar darkness, for a long rest and replenishment, and wait. The next order from the Emperor.

This is all the Lord of Dark Angels wants to do now.

Victory, glory, triumph, the thoughts behind the mask, or those troublesome brotherhoods...

Let them go, Jonson doesn't want to care about these things now, he just wants to return to the jungle of Caliban, return to the legionary monastery that was once his fortress, and sit on that cold stone chair , with Morgan on one side and Luther and Coswayne on the other: with only the four of them, they can manage the entire Dark Angels Legion.

...Ah, right.

He also had to prepare a room for Morgan in Caliban's castle: it needed to have exaggeratedly large bookshelves, utensils and large wooden barrels that could be used for brewing wine, as well as her favorite soft hanging chair to lie on and rest on.

Although Morgan never said it, Jonson knew exactly what she liked: as Caliban's King of Knights said, he watched Morgan as Morgan watched him.

As for these things, leave it to Luther, he is always trustworthy.

When the name of his most trusted left hand appeared in his mind, Zhuang Sen's face couldn't help but soften.

Then, he saw the renewed smile on Horus' face.

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The Wolf Shepherd smiled.

Laugh loudly.

The laughter was so joyful that it even made the Luna Wolves secretly wonder whether the cold-looking Lord of the Dark Angels was actually making witty remarks to his father despite his cold face.

Horus smiled and became active. He once again opened his arms, facing his brother's cold gaze that could kill, and embraced him passionately.

"Jiang Sen... Zhuang Sen..."

"my brother."

The Wolf Shepherd's words also became deeper, mixed with his laughter.

"I'd love to do that."

"I also swear that I will try to remember your advice and kind words."

"But there's one thing, you're going to be disappointed."

He smiled, and in Jonson's view, the smile turned into something cunning.

"You can't take her away, brother."

"You are right, our blood relative Morgan, she does not belong to me, this is a matter of course."

"But she doesn't belong to you either, Jonson."

"She belongs to the Emperor, to the Empire."

"Belonging to our family, not to any one individual."

Horus whispered to his brother, telling some things that Jonson had forgotten.

"She doesn't belong to your Legion, brother."

"She is a Primarch."

"A Primarch."

"Now, behind me, our blood relatives are recognizing our fathers."

"She will return soon, return to us, return to the side of her Astartes Legion, she will shoulder her own tasks and responsibilities, and embark on the path of the Great Crusade alone."

"You can't take her away, brother."

Horus patted Jonson on the shoulder.

"No one has that power."

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For a moment, Wolf Shepherd even had some regrets: Why didn't his father give him the ability to have photographic memory?

Because, Jonson's face at this time was very, very interesting: Horus could even swear that for a moment, when he told the identity of Morgan's original body, a kind of "collapse" occurred. A look flashed across Zhuang Sen's face.

It was enough to make Horus smile.

In fact, he was laughing.

"You won't forget, will you, Jonson?"

"She is a Primarch, not your second in command."

"..."

Zhuang Sen was silent, his silence was like the collapse of an iceberg.

However, the King of Knights of Caliban was naturally not on a mission that would allow any outsiders to see his moved face. It only took him a moment to kill his confusion and let his face return to coldness again: This was not even the case for anyone. No one observed except Horus.

"…Of course I remember, Horus."

The Lion King raised his head, his tone becoming arrogant and unquestionable.

"I knew it from the beginning, I remembered it from the beginning: because this was a task given to me by the Emperor, a task that only belonged to me, he handed Morgan over to me and ordered me to lead her to learn everything about war and the Empire."

"...Study...with you?"

"Yes, learn from me, learn combat and war, learn construction and rule, learn management and rationality, learn how to get along with other people, and form alliances and friendships."

"I taught her, taught her how to win, how to rule the Legion, and most importantly: how to gain countless friends and friendship like me."

When Zhuang Sen said these words, he was proud: too proud to be doubted.

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…

puff--

No, no, no, can't laugh, can't laugh.

You must not laugh, Horus.

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Using a willpower that could shake mountains and rift valleys, Horus ordered his face to remain in the most tense state: to outsiders, it looked like he was about to face a difficult battle.

In a place where no one could see, the Wolf Shepherd clenched his fist tightly and poured out all the power he wanted to laugh.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"call--"

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and put on some too-obviously happy face.

"It really amazes me, Jonson."

"I never knew you could do this."

Zhuang Sen nodded, his face serious.

Horus continued to boast, but soon, he changed the subject.

"but……"

"You don't have to worry about these things."

"Because from now on, the Emperor has commanded me to teach Morgan."

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The temperature plummeted.

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"..."

From silence to rage, it only takes the shortest word, a moment.

"What are you talking about? Horus?"

"I know you value Morgan very much..."

"That's not it!"

The lion king's roar was like thunder tearing through the sky, causing everyone to involuntarily tighten their weapons.

"That's the mission the Emperor gave me!"

"Horus!"

"Don't interfere with my mission, carry out yours!"

Even the angriest lion can't match even a trace of the roar of Zhuang Sen now. His eyes widened with anger, and he let his anger roar mercilessly when he was provoked: even if the target of the roar was the Wolf Shepherd God. .

"But the Emperor has given me a mission now. Now, this is a mission given to me by my father, my brother Jonson."

Horus' expression remained normal. Jonson's anger had not shaken him even a little bit. He would not give in at this time.

Morgan, it doesn't matter.

But Morgan means one important thing.

In the hearts of the two Primarchs, there was one thing that was far more important than Morgan.

That is the Emperor's order.

That means trust, it means responsibility, it means the Lord of Humanity's regard for them, and their commitment to the Lord of Humanity.

[Teaching Morgan]: This is an order from the Lord of Mankind. It was first given to Jonson, and now it was given to Horus, but the problem is that Jonson doesn't know it.

In the Lion's eyes, Horus had taken his mission away from him without permission: it didn't matter what the mission was, but it was a provocation.

The most serious provocation.

"That is my mission! The mission given to me by the Emperor! Horus! Don't meddle with it!"

The Shepherd God snorted: Maybe others would be frightened and confused by the sudden anger of the Lord of Dark Angels, but Horus would not. He had collected some information about this brother, and he knew that Zhuangson would be a normal person. What kind of character.

Moreover, he is confident.

"This is indeed your mission, but that is in the past, Jonson."

"While you were unconscious, the Emperor gave me the task."

"..."

Zhuang Sen was silent, breathing heavily, and carefully observed the magnanimous face of the Wolf Shepherd God.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"I will admit none of this until the Emperor himself speaks."

"Are you doubting me? Jonson?"

"Just the most basic safety measures."

The Lord of Dark Angels hummed, his face turning gloomy again.

"She's in there?"

"Yes, with our father."

Horus smiled, while Jonson watched his smile with cold eyes.

"Do you know how powerful she is? Horus?"

"Hahaha……"

"Of course, my brother, she is a very good psyker, her power is almost as strong as mine."

"..."

It seems he doesn't know.

The lion sneered in his heart.

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When Morgan walked out of the shadows alone with the gift in her arms, she saw Horus and Jonson at the first sight.

They had been waiting at the door for a while: The Wolf God didn't hesitate at all. He strode over and greeted Morgan. On the contrary, Zhuangson looked a little hesitant and hesitant. He walked slowly, as usual. No different.

"How was your talk with dad, Morgan?"

Horus's first words made Morgan fall into silence. She smiled reluctantly at the Wolf Shepherd God and responded softly. After a few small words, they walked up to Jonson together.

Horus easily caught the conversation of his two blood relatives.

【woke up? 】

"..."

[Where is the legion? 】

"Kaus is managing, but his management is not very good and is below the level."

[He needs to rest. His working hours are at the same level as yours. 】

"I'll think about it."

[Hmm...can you bear it? 】

Morgan cast a silent glance.

The Lion King met that gaze.

He didn't speak and nodded.

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Horus touched his chin.

Morgan hadn't lied to him: the relationship was hardly a partnership, and he couldn't see the emotion of friendship.

The Shepherd God smiled, walked to the two of them, and naturally integrated into the conversation.

He spoke.

"Is that a gift from father to you, Morgan?"

The Spider Queen seemed stunned for a moment...

【……】

[According to him, yes. 】

Morgan's words were a little dry: the astonishing gift from the father of genes caused her brain to shut down to a certain extent, and even her instinctive observation of words was suppressed.

Horus smiled, he recalled many things: gifts, gifts from the Emperor...

That legion, those thirty years, that promise symbolized by Sagittarius.

Shepherd couldn't help but spoke slowly.

"Cherish it, Morgan."

"That is your father's love for you, a reflection of your status and favor in his heart, and the most powerful promise that he will pour out his feelings and affection for you."

"That means your appearance and impression in your father's mind."

"That is his care and promise to you. It is the most precious thing you will get."

The words of the Wolf Shepherd God are low and gentle, enough to make anyone feel happy.

【……】

...Except Morgan.

Her expression... didn't seem to be very good, she just showed the most forced smile, which made Horus frown uneasily.

Zhuang Sen glanced at his brother.

He wanted to laugh.

Could it be that in Horus's heart, the gift was simply doting and pampering?

The Lion even remembered the gifts given to him by the Emperor: duty, war, the most important and difficult life and death in the galaxy.

He gave himself: that is trust, a heavy trust, countless times thicker than the illusory so-called family love.

Horus still didn't understand Morgan, and he didn't understand the Emperor either.

This poor guy.

In his heart, Zhuang Sen sighed.

Then he took a step forward.

"You really should cherish it, Morgan."

"The gift your father gives you is his expectation for you. It is a concentrated expression of the power you can exert in his heart and the responsibility you can get. It is what you will get in his plan and belong to you. The best location.”

"That is his position and expectation for you, and it is a statement and declaration for your future."

【……】

"..."

"..."

【……】

【……yes. 】

There seemed to be a faint sound of nails scratching the box.