Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Look, Morgan, the Queen of Glory battleship with the simplest painting is the [Endurance] belonging to Mortarion. He is the toughest among our brothers, just like the name of his ship. "

"Mortarion will stick to his heart in any pain and desperate situation. He will never be knocked down by any of the most terrible tortures in the world. If one day in the future, you fight side by side with him, maybe you won't get along very well. Pleasant, but you never need to worry about his loyalty on the battlefield."

"I hope you can get to know each other again, Morgan. I know you and he had some unpleasantness in Druun, but after all, from now on, we are all commanders who fight for the emperor and the empire, and we also follow our genes together. My father's blood brother, I don't want the friction in the past to affect the relationship between you and Mortarion. Neither of you are evil people, and there is no need to go astray due to misunderstandings."

Among the dim stars, there are constant flashes of light that cannot be seen clearly by the naked eye: and what appear one after another in this light are battleships from various legions, and the most powerful warriors and the noblest demigods on the battleships. .

At least three primarchs and more legions are pouring into this galaxy: whether it is the somewhat unhappy Mortarion or the newly awakened heroes of Randan's war: Leman Russ and Vulkan, they are all fighting against each other in their respective legions. Surrounded by their descendants, they crossed through the vast ocean that was always brewing with storms and turmoil, and responded to the call of their genetic father, arriving at this desolate galaxy that didn't even have a name.

These three Primarchs, plus Horus and Jonson who were at Morgan's side at this time: a total of five Primarchs, as well as the Lord of Mankind himself, would serve as guests of a grand mother-son reunion. Supporters, witnessing the Second Legion's oath of fealty to their Primarch.

And now, although the performance has not officially started, these distinguished supporting actors have already entered the scene one after another. The ships of the original bodies have easily broken away from the shackles of the world below and are swimming freely among the stars. They are either bright or dim. The shell reflects the light of the star, casting a shower of sparkling metal.

And in the brilliance of this starry lake, the Wolf Shepherd God took his latest blood sister to the hills in front of the entrance of the underground passage, and stood under the sky without the atmosphere to protect his sister. Identifying and explaining the battleships that were coming one after another, and the owners of the battleships, he spoke to each of his brothers in the most cordial language.

He first mentioned Mortarion, who was the closest brother to him among the group: The Wolf God had long remembered the unpleasant experience of Morgan and Mortarion in the Druun system, and his heart was for blood relatives. Horus trembled at the contradiction between them, giving rise to genuine worries: whether as the eldest son of the Emperor or as a wolf-god, Horus did not wish to see an irreparable conflict break out between his blood relatives.

The Primarch of the Luna Wolves quickly passed over the Pale King's ship with his gaze. He looked at Morgan aside, looking at this blood relative who barely reached his shoulders, and carefully considered his tone. .

The Wolf God fell into a tangle, a very common tangle for him: Horus's heartfelt desire to mediate the conflict between two blood relatives, this was what jumped in his noble heart. It is an instinct formed by love and responsibility for blood relatives.

Of course, in the shadows, this surging sense of responsibility also has a small shadow belonging to Cthonia: in the eyes of Horus, Mortarion is undoubtedly the one who is closer to him among the many brothers. In the Wolf Shepherd's subconscious mind, Morgan, as the leader of the Second Legion, will also become a figure in the same position as Mortarion in the future, and will become a blood relative worthy of Horus's extra trust.

Then, when there were some visible conflicts between the two primarchs, the Wolf Shepherd, who was soaked in the gang atmosphere of Cthunia, naturally ignited a feeling of being the core of the team. The consciousness of maintaining the stability of the small group, and this consciousness mixed with the sincere love for his blood brothers, turned into the mediation efforts that motivated Horus.

However, when this kind of effort was put into practice, the Wolf Shepherd became doubly embarrassed: Horus certainly could not think of a way to reconcile the two. After all, the Wolf Shepherd's reason clearly told To him: Compared with the kind and reasonable sister in front of him, Mortarion in the distance is the more stubborn one and more difficult to deal with.

Even Horus himself did not have the confidence to make the Lord of the Death Guard make concessions in terms of spiritual power, and he was unwilling to get involved too much in this adjustment, which made Mortarion hate him.

Since Mortarion can't do it, will Morgan's side be the breakthrough? But the gentle blood relative in front of him seemed to have no reason to make any extra concessions. What's more, Horus didn't want to be the evil person who spoke first...

Too many thoughts poured into the heart of the Wolf Shepherd in an instant, making Horus frown over things that seemed to have nothing to do with him: family affection and interests, greed and stinginess, all kinds of contradictions in Horus' mind. The entanglement in his heart plunged him into a kind of spiritual dispute.

And such inner disputes are commonplace for the Shepherd God: since the Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf wants everything, he naturally needs to think about everything, and therefore falls into endless thoughts and annoyance. middle.

In this common annoyance, Horus could not think of suitable words for a moment. He looked at the approaching fleet and could only let out a soft sigh.

"What I say next may make you angry, Morgan, but it is what I mean: our brother Mortarion is not an evil person, he is just a special person because of some experiences in his past. Stubborn, he doesn’t hate you, no primarch would hate his blood relatives, he just has a firm hostility to powers such as psychic energy.”

"I don't expect a firm friendship between you, but I hope you won't look at him with hostility. I will also try to convince Mortarion: You may never be friends, but you are blood relatives after all. After all, he is a comrade who will fight side by side in the future. Mortarion may never be a close friend who can talk freely, but he is definitely worthy of being entrusted with backing and trust in any battle, and he will never be knocked down. "

"You can keep a distance from him, but I hope that if one day, you go to a painful battlefield with him, you can choose to trust him: trust him, he will always be worthy of trust and trust, just like every one of our blood brothers Likewise, they are all stars in the sky, and even light years away cannot stop their dazzling light."

The soft sighs of the Wolf Shepherd God echoed gently in Morgan's ears. The Lord of the Second Legion turned his head slightly, feeling and observing these words with his own eyes and will.

And whether it was her gaze or the exploration in her heart, it was clearly giving back a message: when Horus said these words, he meant it sincerely, as the leader of the original body, for his blood relatives. The most sincere advice and suggestions.

The Shepherd God looked up at the sky, and in his golden pupils was a light so pure and bright that it made people feel guilty.

……interesting.

Morgan blinked: with the help of the ability that she had almost forgotten, the ability to spy on people's hearts, Horus's heart clearly emerged in front of Morgan's eyes in this unsuspecting emotion: The Wolf Shepherd God There is indeed darkness in my heart, but hanging above all the darkness is a sun with unimaginable enthusiasm, which suppresses these dark thoughts that are always restless.

But the most interesting thing is that when Morgan took a second look, she was shocked to find that the sun did not actually belong to Horus. It was an imitation and learning by Horus a long time ago. He imitated a round of The real sun, and in the long process of adaptation and self-supervision, became the radiant Wolf Shepherd God in front of me.

Became an artificial sun.

Morgan thought with some malice: Her malice came from some kind of uneasiness in her heart, because the Spider Queen sensitively discovered that when Horus' sincere and sincere sentiments reached her ears, her heart did indeed There was a moment of relief. For a moment, her spirit and heart recognized these words, and she enjoyed the future with her blood relatives.

…

...how weak.

After reacting, Morgan contemptuously spurned herself at that moment. She spurned extremely firmly, as if she was trying her best to show her true position.

A trace of disgust flashed through the blue pupils in the corner that no one saw: it was disgust for the weakness in his heart, and fear of the Wolf Shepherd God in front of him.

The Shepherd God is indeed a very powerful and majestic figure. His words seem to have some kind of magic power, and along with his sun-like brilliance, they unconsciously affect everyone.

Few could resist Horus.

But Morgan is that minority.

On the surface, the Spider Queen maintains a perfect face: her facial features are a bit stiff, and her reaction to her brother's words also has a lag. This is a very reasonable thing, after all, she has just met herself. The father of genes, even the Primarch, will feel long-term loss because of this.

At least in the eyes of Horus, this was very reasonable. The Wolf Shepherd kept that impeccable smile, patiently waiting for his blood relatives to slowly laugh at his words, and then in a calm tone, Affirmed.

[Your words sound so impeccable, my brother, what else can I say? 】

Morgan seemed to be laughing.

[I will, I will try to be friends with every brother, but I think this needs help from you. 】

This was a simple request. Horus laughed and agreed without any hesitation. Amidst the hearty laughter of the Wolf Shepherd God, Morgan lowered his eyebrows and warned himself again in his heart. .

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Remember, Morgan.

You are a spider.

Hungry spider.

In your eyes, there is only food, possessions and threats in this world.

That's all.

Don't worry about more. Those who shine in your heart, whether they are your heirs or your brothers, are precious items.

They need your protection and care because they are valuable and because their damage will do you more harm than good.

That's all.

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The Spider Queen was persuading and torturing those abominable weaknesses in her heart, and in her ears, warm words from Horus came one after another.

"Look, Morgan."

"That's the fleet from the Space Wolves Legion, our Wolf brothers."

"Leman Russ."

"I remember that you fought alongside him more than once, right? That guy was very reliable on the battlefield, but he was a bit of a headache at other times. I think back then..."

The Shepherd God pointed at the rugged fleet of the Space Hunting Group, and seemed to have endless enthusiasm and stories. However, at this moment, his only audience rolled his eyes and used a belated tone. , cut off the Wolf Shepherd God's words softly.

[Leman Russ, is he here too? 】

"Yes, our wild wolf brothers."

[I have fought alongside him, and he is indeed impressive. I can still remember some things related to him, especially those battles in Duran, as if they happened yesterday...]

Morgan slowed down her words, and Horus, just as she imagined, shifted his gaze from the sky to her face. The faun's face had a look that was waiting for a story.

The Spider Queen, who quietly held back her words, smiled at her brother, but she did not intend to continue talking, but slowly turned her head.

While she and Horus were talking freely, there seemed to be another Primarch who remained silent.

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[As for Duran, I actually can’t explain it clearly, Horus. 】

[After all, at that time, I was only a part of the war. I had not yet learned the wisdom and character to overlook the entire war, so my story would not be very exciting. 】

[So, why don’t we listen to Jonson’s story? He was the war master who trampled Duran under his feet. 】

Morgan moved slowly, smiled, and whispered softly. Along with her impeccable words, her vision drew a natural arc in the cold air, and came to the front of those green pupils. .

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Zhuang Sen stood there, silent.

He has maintained this attitude for some time.

The three primarchs came to this low hill together, and their positions were basically in a straight line: Morgan in the middle, with lions and wolves on her left and right.

But despite this, the conversation always happened between Morgan and Horus, because when the three primarchs just arrived on this hill, the Wolf Shepherd excitedly pointed at the fleet that gradually appeared on the sky, and called out accurately The title of the most famous battleships.

The Wolf God was very familiar with the history of those battleships, legions and Primarchs. He kept telling stories one after another with an impeccable smile on his face. In his broad chest, the wisdom and enthusiasm to continue the conversation seemed to be Never dry up.

The words of Horus lingered among the arriving brothers of the original body and their most famous descendants, occasionally mixed with some excellent battle examples of the imperial army and the mortal auxiliary army. Whenever the Wolf Shepherd spoke, time would He talked all the way back to those fantastic years at the beginning of the Great Crusade, a legacy that the other two Primarchs were unable to witness or refute.

On the other side, while Horus was talking endlessly to his sisters, the Lord of the Dark Angels kept an overly serious face: but if you look closely, you will find that Jonson's lips are moving from time to time. , as if looking for the best opportunity to join these topics.

Whenever Horus opened up a new topic, Caliban searched his mind eagerly for what he knew.

Mortarion and Vulkan...ah, he couldn't say anything about this. He really didn't know much about these brothers, and he hadn't even met them.

The Death Guard, the Salamanders, the Custodes and those mortal legions... He had indeed heard of some of their battles, but they were all old-fashioned stories that everyone knew, and even Horus just laughed them off in his opening remarks.

As for the names of those battleships and the battles they fought... Damn it!

He is not Horus. The Primarch of the Luna Wolves returned early, so he naturally has a lot of time to learn these useless things. And since he went to Randan from the beginning, he naturally has no time to care about this...

The lion roared in his heart, which was the unwillingness and anger caused by a silent defeat.

He was angry and roaring.

Until he heard Morgan's words.

Until he saw the pair of blue eyes he was most familiar with, accompanied by a soft sigh for the word "Dulan", and looked at him in the cold air.

Duran…Leman Russ…

Zhuangson was silent for a moment. He raised his head and saw that Horus also stopped following Morgan's words. The Wolf God's eyes looked at his brother, which was a longing look waiting for a story.

The Lion King glanced vaguely at Morgan and Horus, and then he lowered his head.

Started to search twice as hard.

Duran Duran Duran Duran...

Think about it, what happened in that place?

Let him think about it...

Zhuang Sen squinted his eyes and allowed the most profound memories to surge in his heart like waves. Regarding Dulan, the most profound memory he had was...

Conflict with Leman Russ in naval battle.

Conflict with Leman Russ in land battle.

Conflict with Leman Russ after the war.

…

Fuck that gray bastard!

Jonson's face tightened. He must not tell anyone about the conflict between Leman Russ and the Space Wolves. This made him fall into an irritating rhythm in his redoubled search and frenzy. His face turned gloomy at an imperceptible speed, like a piece of meat being roasted.

He did not look directly at Horus's probing and doubtful eyes, but subconsciously looked at Morgan, but quickly avoided it.

But that's enough.

The Spider Queen maintained her unique, belated smile and scratched the wall in her heart.

This guy who dropped his chain...

Although Jonson didn't make any hint to her, Morgan could still imagine what he was thinking: wasn't he just worried that the secret with Leman Russ would be revealed?

When Jonson fell into anxiety and couldn't think of words for the time being, his pupils would blink twice in a fixed pattern: this was Morgan's discovery, and she didn't even tell Jonson.

At this time, the office director of the First Legion needs to take a step forward.

Morgan smiled and gently tapped Horus's plastron with his shoulder.

[Our brother has forgotten a little. The noble man forgets things a lot. After all, he just finished the entire Ran Dan War. 】

Horus smiled, nodded, and accepted Morgan's statement. Before the Wolf Shepherd had any new ideas, Morgan's [unconscious] words floated to his ears.

[But I remembered something. Regarding Duran, the thing that impressed me the most was their king. Leman Russ cut off his head with his own hands, and that guy was even provoking Zhuangson before he died. 】

Morgan whispered. When she saw that Horus's attention was still somewhat focused on Zhuang Sen, she rolled her eyes and added a sentence inadvertently.

[Did you know that Horus, the king of Duran, even called himself the emperor? 】

"!"

In an instant, these words diverted Horus' attention to Morgan.

"Emperor? Really?"

【certainly. 】

Morgan agreed, and then she nodded with some distress, seeming to be thinking about the details: until she saw that Zhuang Sen's face had returned to normal. Obviously, with the Spider Queen's silent reminder, the Lion King had already thought of what to say. What.

Duran's Tyrant is indeed a topic without any secrets.

Looking at this scene, Morgan's words were mixed with a hint of distress.

【Um……】

[I did forget a little. When I killed the tyrant Duran, my mind was not on that. I was disturbed by the war situation. You know, Horus, I only remembered my identity during the Randan War. , and it was a long time after that that I learned many things about the original body from Zhuangson. 】

[War, fighting, reason. 】

[Just like you said, Horus, our brothers are always so good. I believe what you said, because I saw these dazzling places in Jonson. 】

When the Spider Queen slowly responded to Horus' previous words, and with the Wolf God's affirmative smile, the Dark Angel's Primarch finally gathered his thoughts and took a step forward.

There was a kind of joy visible to the naked eye on Jonson's face: it also came from Morgan's words just now. He opened his mouth and began to tell the story about the Tyrant Duran.

This time, there were no more accidents. When the Lord of Mankind and his palm bearer walked out of the underground passage, what he saw were still three blood brothers having a pleasant discussion.

Seeing this scene, even the Lord of Humanity felt a fleeting warmth in his heart, and he called out.

【My eldest son. 】

Following the Emperor's words, Morgan could clearly feel that the lions and wolves on her left and right trembled together, and then involuntarily turned their eyes away and looked in the direction of the Emperor in response.

【……】

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment.

He turned his head slightly, as if nothing had happened, but this only resulted in a silent glance from the palmer under the hood.

At this moment, the emperor's eyes passed over Morgan in the crowd, and he suddenly remembered something: he remembered Morgan's original role and function.

Maybe……

It's time to give it a try.