Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Perturabo felt as if he had made a mistake.

Originally in his plan:

Morgan-Perturabo-Kelly Fannie

A perfect combination, isn't it?

but now……

Morgan-Kelly Fannie-Perturabo

…

There must be something wrong.

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"Do you mind if I snatch and possess your blood relatives temporarily, Perturabo?"

"Just like in Olympia, when you just invented that water quality testing device called the wine taster, I was the first to put it in my wine glass."

The elevator leading to the top floor of the majestic palace would trap anyone first. During the few minutes it reached its destination, not even the Primarch could escape this enclosed space.

Originally, this elevator would complete its task in a very short time: but after Kelly Fannie rode it for the first time and showed obvious discomfort, Perturabo laughed at the fragility of his relatives while He raised his hammer, shattered the original purely utilitarian creation, and led his descendants to re-build a new elevator that could be adapted to the fragile body of any mortal.

But now, the Lord of Steel regrets this behavior.

If he hadn't done anything extra at the beginning, he wouldn't have had to face Kelly Finn's smile and words that were once again full of playful thoughts during this relatively long period of time.

Right in front of him, in his pupils, Kelly Fanny was smiling, her hands holding Morgan's arms, and her somewhat weathered face actually glowed with a bright smile like a girl, in a trance. Suddenly, Perturabo actually saw the beautiful figure in the Rox palace in his memory: smart, playful, dispelling the dull palace atmosphere, making everything radiant.

If she hadn't said those words, everything would really have been perfect.

Perturabo thought so. He listened to the questions from Kelly Fanny, which were at least half showing off her emotions. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and remained silent. Then, he turned his angle and glanced at Morgan.

The same smile, the same reassurance, the same aura that made him a little unpredictable: the difference was that on Morgan, he suddenly caught a glimpse of cold sunlight.

"random."

He heard himself say this, and he felt his brain suppressing the trembling in his throat and the unwillingness in his mind.

"It won't take much time anyway. I'm not interested in the personal friendship between you."

"As long as it doesn't delay the business."

The Lord of Steel lowered his eyebrows and leaned his back against the edge of the elevator. This special elevator, which was originally wide enough to accommodate three Primarchs at the same time, actually made him feel a little too narrow and closed at the moment, and he couldn't even change his vision. There is no space.

…

His descendants failed him once again, failing to build the instrument he had planned.

The Lord of Steel was indignant, and his pupils seemed to be fixed. He could only look in the direction he didn't want to look, and could only look at Kelly Fanny, who was whispering with Morgan.

For a moment, the color flashed in Perturabo's pupils, as if he was witnessing Rogal Dorn becoming the Warmaster.

He didn't hear clearly what they were saying along the way. He deliberately dulled his senses to escape these words that were so close at hand: he didn't need to know the content of their conversation, it was useless waste.

But when he had to be crowded in this small space, he still had to pay attention to their conversation. Although he still stubbornly refused to listen to any sounds close to his ears, the expressions of the two talkers, A chuckle, a whisper, even a twitch of an eyebrow or a flicker in his pupils were enough to make his nerves jump and make the muscles in his arms tense due to the force of his muscles and will.

Their eyebrows flickered, and a strange light passed through their pupils, as if they were looking at him secretly.

Their lips parted slightly, and they could vaguely see their teeth and tongues working together to formulate their inner thoughts: Wait, is that mouth shape just now what it takes to pronounce "Perturabo"?

The tips of their noses and temples were once again close to each other, almost three millimeters closer than the previous second: were they discussing something private? Are you discussing something that cannot be heard by him?

…

No, forget it, Perturabo.

That doesn't matter...

Wait, Kelly Finney's lips: Did she just say his name again?

In this way, Perturabo's brows kept twitching: once, once, and again...

Like a puffer fish being poked constantly.

Outside the elevator, the sound of the mechanical gears running, which was mostly blocked by the soundproof wall, could still be vaguely heard. The increasingly distant sound of the engine indicated the increasing altitude and the approaching destination: everything was just It only took a few minutes, but in Perturabo's mind, it was no different from a long battle.

At this moment, his sister was standing between him and Morgan. She seemed to be taking advantage of his reservations, openly pulling Morgan's fingers, becoming a whirlwind that disrupted Perturabo's grand plan: originally The serious and wise meeting of the original body, accompanied by Kelly Fanny, seemed to be constantly adding a useless atmosphere called "joy" and "harmony".

If there was a fourth person present, if Flix, Lana, or any one of the Tridents would be unfortunate enough to take this elevator together, they would definitely be shocked beyond words by the sight in front of them.

The wide space enough to accommodate three Primarchs at the same time was greatly wasted: Perturabo, who had specially armed himself with armor for this meeting, may be four meters tall, but now, he looks like a defeated Like an old beast, he leaned tightly against the wall on one side, staring closely at the two ladies who were chatting and laughing. There was a large free area in front of him, but the Lord of Steel turned a blind eye.

And right in the center of Perturabo's field of vision, Morgan bent slightly and listened to Kelly Fanny's continuous words. The Lord of the Second Legion had always maintained a slight kneeling posture to make the thin Ms. Olympia can barely hold her hands: Kelly Fanny cannot see this, but Perturabo, who is proficient in mathematics and three-dimensional composition, can easily confirm this fact through the barriers of clothing, which makes His pupils flickered with a faint kindness towards Morgan from time to time.

At this moment, Morgan's height can barely reach Perturabo's chest: the disadvantage of the leader of the Second Legion in terms of external conditions is very obvious. There is a visible height gap between her and any of her blood relatives, but From another perspective, as one of the top psykers in the entire human empire, Morgan can change his height and shape at will through his mood and subconscious cognition.

For example, if Morgan had just experienced a long purgatory like a bloody battle between Tuckers, which had consumed much more of her psychic energy and reserves than she had expected, causing her body, mind, and soul to fall into extreme fatigue, and At this time, put her in a place where she can feel a real sense of security, where she can let go of her instinctive guard and rest at will.

Perhaps, people will see a Primarch who is no different from a mortal child in height and appearance.

But now, when having a long conversation with Kelly Fanny, Morgan naturally became shorter compared to the majesty in front of his children.

Morgan is like this, and Kelly Fanny is even shorter: even if Perturabo sits down now, his nominal sister can only barely reach his shoulders.

But these two ladies, who were too thin compared to the Lord of Steel, seemed to have an invisible huge aura, tightly compressing the Lord of Steel aside. He could only stare at their jokes and exude He has a certain arrogant aura that he never wants to join.

He was arrogant, persisted, and used all his courage and determination to finally wait until the elevator bell rang.

He had never thought that this monotonous ringtone designed by him could actually produce a pleasant tone like it did now.

The elevator door opened, and Kelly Fannie was like a bird returning to its nest, happily running out of the door that had not been completely separated: After overcoming the initial fear of heights, the lady from Olympia has fallen in love with this A very high residence. During these days of waiting for Morgan, she had been living on this floor.

"Come on, I've prepared special Olympia refreshments for you."

Kelly Fanny cheered, and like an elf in the forest, she gracefully reached the edge of the balcony, turned around and waved to her friend, and then disappeared behind the curtain beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Morgan responded with a smile, but before she really took a step forward, the Spider Queen slowly turned her head and looked at Perturabo, who had dug herself out of the corner.

She smiled.

[Why don’t you come together? 】

Perturabo had a sullen face. He responded to his blood relatives with a soft hum, and then slowly walked out of the elevator and came to the room he had decorated with his own hands.

"No."

he said.

"When you need to talk about business, call me again."

The Lord of Steel spat out these words with some sadness, and then he saw his blood relative narrowing her eyes. Her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth were obviously raised, and combined with the looming golden light behind her, it was like a The group makes people feel confused and unknown.

It was as if Perturabo was a barbarian living in a cave, and the silver-haired woman in front of him was the shadow of the sun shining on the cave wall.

[Kelly Fannie is indeed a little too active, but this is understandable. After all, she always complains to me in letters about the boring Olympia. 】

Perturabo heard his blood-relatives whisper so lowly that he hummed softly and did not answer the words: he did not know how to answer them.

However, after a brief silence, he plucked out a nagging question from his heart and threw it to Morgan.

"So, when she finally wrote you a letter, you chose to respond to her invitation to come here to reunite with her and recount your friendship?"

"Come by to see me?"

【……】

In Morgan's heart, a certain long string that had been tempered by Caliban's felines couldn't help but move.

She smiled: before Perturabo could react, Morgan responded with an instinctive and flawless smile, and in the moment when the Lord of Steel was briefly stunned by this sincere smile, his blood relative had already thought of the answer.

[Kelly Fannie’s words really awaken friendship in my heart. 】

She said this slowly, her tone even a little delayed, a little deliberate: so deliberate that an inexplicable fire began to flicker in Perturabo's pupils.

And at the moment when the fire started to rise, the second words, accompanied by Morgan's soft smile, came to the ears of the Lord of Steel.

【but……】

[Only Perturabo's call can bring me here across the stars. 】

"..."

"cough!"

The flames suddenly stopped.

The Lord of Steel paused and coughed heavily. He subconsciously looked at the paintings on the side, but quickly frowned: Those Olympia paintings that he had personally arranged, now it seems that they are not the same as those of Olympia. This room is so mismatched.

He slowed down his voice and looked at his blood relatives again. Although a certain arrogance and pride were gradually emerging on his face, he still suppressed them forcibly and continued to question with that deliberate sound.

"Then if it was Kelly Fannie's invitation, wouldn't you respond?"

【……】

she……

I started to miss Zhuang Sen again.

Morgan smiled, a long string tumbling up and down inside her.

She stepped forward, raised one of her hands, and patted Perturabo's breastplate.

[You are wrong, Perturabo. 】

[Kelly Fanny is a smart person. Among mortals, few people can be as wise and rational as her. 】

[Under normal circumstances, she would never risk leaving Olympia to have a meeting with me. 】

[And the reason why she is able to do such a thing now, and the reason why she is now able to boldly extend her friendship to the stars...]

[Isn’t it precisely because of the warriors who are as firm as steel that make this star field so peaceful, friendly and safe? 】

[Isn’t it precisely because this seemingly dreamy little friendship is a real-life miracle born under the protection of steel-like faith and perseverance? 】

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[By the way, let me say it again, just for you and me. 】

[It is a pleasure to meet you again, my brother Perturabo. 】

【I am Morgan. 】

【Please give me more advice. 】

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Flix followed his father and took the second batch of elevators to the top floor of the palace.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Perturabo standing in the center of the room: and on the balcony behind the curtain, the faint laughter of ladies could be heard.

The Lord of Steel didn't even see the arrival of his heir. He was looking intently at the sun-filled terrace, listening carefully to every move there, until Flix's soft report interrupted his movements.

When he turned around, his expression was grim.

"Replace them."

The Primarch pointed to the paintings.

"I'm going to stay here and not go anywhere until I watch you replace them."

The Primarch's orders were absolute, but as Flix prepared to act, he heard the voice of another Primarch, coming from the terrace.

[Can you come over here, brother? 】

[Kelly Fannie and I, some debates need fair refereeing. 】

"..."

"Replace them before I come back."

"..."

Flix blinked and watched as his genetic father disappeared before his eyes like an impatient whirlwind.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the tridents who had the same confused expression as him.

"What are you doing standing around? Get to work!"