Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Macragge's bed was more comfortable than Morgan had imagined.

The Lord of Macragge's pupils were more bloodshot than Morgan imagined.

It seems that he really likes reading.

Morgan thought so, she hammered her shoulders contentedly, and with the help of the maid who came to her room early in the morning, she opened the door to the guest room in the most refreshing manner.

At first glance, the Spider Queen looked at the guards at the door, which had been replaced by two other old guards. At her second glance, she saw clearly Killy standing at the end of the corridor, slowly approaching. Man.

He doesn't look in good shape.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but smile evilly in his heart.

Guilliman was not in a good state: it gave her a base pleasure, for she was the one who had started it all.

She intentionally caused all of this, causing Guilliman to be exhausted at this time. This is a living projection of a teasing mentality without real malice in reality, and the Lord of Macragge is another one who is tripped by it. Unlucky guy.

As early as the early intelligence collection on the Primarch of the Ultramarines and the constant observation after the official meeting, Morgan was able to determine one thing: if Magnus has curiosity and arrogance flowing in his veins, while Pei Turab's chest was beating with almost rotten steel, so the Lord of Macragge in front of her was a man who used a meditator as his brain, a filing cabinet as his heart, and a series of words as himself. An office madman with endless blood circulation.

Such a person cannot resist the temptation of a manual, especially a management book about an unknown field, which is enough to make him forget the passage of time and physical fatigue, and plunge into the sea of ​​greed for learning: and from then on Judging from Guilliman's current performance, Morgan's guess can be said to be accurate.

As for the leader of the second legion, she was enjoying imagining the pitiful fatigue of her blood relatives under her teasing while lying on the bed and reasoning in her mind. However, when she was in the second leg, When she saw it with her own eyes that morning, she realized that the reality was more extreme than she had imagined.

It's also more interesting.

And this [Interesting] is the main way for Morgan to obtain happiness: her pathetic viciousness allows her to draw the most nutrients from the misfortunes of others to nourish the most obvious twisted happiness in her heart.

And in this fleeting laughter, Robert Guilliman, the most powerful of the countless lords of the Human Empire, the arbiter of the second most extensive interstellar empire in the world, has come to the face of his blood relatives. , he cheered up as much as possible and greeted the leader of the Second Legion with a normal expression, but the faint traces on his face had already betrayed him ruthlessly.

The Lord of the Ultramarines has now changed into a more formal set of ceremonial armor. The main color is cobalt blue, paired with matte gold and shiny light cream. The symbols of the eagle and laurel wreath are delicately placed. On the chest and shoulders, efforts were made to portray the owner of the armor as a heroic king: and Guilliman himself did possess the silent majesty of a king, but this majesty looked a little haggard.

[Didn’t you have a good rest? 】

Morgan took a few steps forward, walked up to her, and showed her blood relative a smile that seemed to be extremely concerned, but was actually knowing. This made the little maid next to her give a somewhat helpless look.

"No problem, just some official business."

The master of the Five Hundred Worlds put on a rather reluctant smile, and under the operation of his bone-deep war talent, this reluctance turned into a deliberate slowness with everything under control, and Morgan also He played the trick without any hesitation, and continued to talk a few nonsense words about taking good care of the body, which actually made the boys of the two legions beside him quite emotional about the deep friendship between the Primarchs.

Guilliman answered the concerns of his blood relatives carefully word by word, until his superhuman attention noticed something strange: the Primarch of the Ultramarines glanced at the maid with blood-red pupils, From her body, the Lord of Macragge felt an almost inexplicable slight sense of threat, as if this weak mortal with no strength could make him bleed.

Guilliman had some impressions of this handmaiden of her own blood: less than two Terran Standard Hours ago, she and a group of Dawnbreakers had requested entry into Hera's Castle, and it was the Lord of the Ultramarines himself who granted the permission.

But before he could continue thinking, his silver-haired blood relative noticed this, so she frowned worriedly, chose to take a step forward, and politely held the hand of the Lord of Macragge. , a spiritual vortex like a breeze swirled around Guilliman's body. Almost in the blink of an eye, the Ultramarines' Primarch regained his energy, and his attention naturally turned back to his gratitude to his blood relatives.

[It seems you are quite satisfied with my gift? Guilliman? 】

Morgan glanced at the "Psychic Scripture" that Guilliman held tightly in her palm. The book that she had personally compiled with her psychic powers now had some marks of being frequently read, and many of the originally flat chapters The pages have undulations that are visible to the naked eye, and you can even smell the pen and ink used for annotation: Judging from the distribution of these wrinkles, Guilliman has already read through the entire book, and even finished it. Lots of reviews.

It's really breathtaking: you must know that this is a giant bound volume that Morgan compiled by selecting the real essence from more than a dozen large and small textbooks he wrote for the psychic troops. It has thousands of pages.

Along with Morgan's question, a ray of light also flickered in the pupils of the Lord of the Ultramarines. The last trace of psychological fatigue was swallowed up by the surging excitement. Guilliman took Morgan's hand and walked towards the morning. On the cool corridor of the restaurant, and motioning others not to follow too closely: after doing all this, he opened his mouth tremblingly in Morgan's ear.

"Do you know what you wrote? My Blood Relatives?"

[A book, a psychic book. 】

With a real sense of confusion, Morgan did not understand the excitement of her blood relatives. She followed Guilliman's pace casually, her eyes scanning the closed courtyard in the cloister from time to time, where the genetic origin of the Dawnbreaker was exuding. The emerald green that everyone could not help but admire softly, the originally unruly bushes were neatly trimmed, exuding a refreshing compliance and straightness, while the light of the morning light that belonged to Macragge passed through those priceless shining walls. Breaking in, they slapped these orderly greens and the slightly fancy murals behind them.

Everything is just like the master of Macragge, everything is just like the owner of Hera Castle: the Thirteenth Legion, and his whole body is filled with an innate sense of order and the pursuit of orderliness, and It is this sense of order that may be the thing that Morgan loves most about Ultramar.

Compared with them, the excited sounds coming from Guilliman seemed a bit frizzy and disgusting.

"a book?"

"No no no."

"It seems that you still don't understand, Morgan. It seems that you haven't realized what you have done unintentionally. And it was only during my reading last night that I occasionally got a faint spark of inspiration."

Guilliman's eyebrows were raised. Although generally speaking, his face still stayed at the two stages of solemnity and stability, but the enthusiasm remaining in his pupils and the uncontrollable excitement in his words all showed that he Excitement and joy for what is in your heart.

"Morgan, do you still remember what you wrote in that "Psychic Scripture"?"

【certainly. 】

[I recorded my overall understanding and description of psionic powers; I recorded how each level and type of psyker should exert themselves in individual combat, small team combat, large-scale combat, and psyker group combat. functions and abilities; records what beginners should pay attention to when learning and mastering psionic powers; records some very typical cases of spellcasting failures; records the learning experience of each psionic system, and also records There are some basic psychic spells; finally, I added a little bit of persuasion and warning similar to ideological and moral character. 】

[In general, these things are the teaching materials used by the think tanks in my legion for daily study. I roughly gathered them together, made necessary deletions and simplifications, and formed this bound volume. 】

"now it's right!"

Guilliman clapped his hands, showed the most sincere smile, and placed Morgan's Psychic Bible in front of his chest, as if he was holding a treasure that was left behind.

"Haven't you ever thought about it, Morgan?"

【What have you thought about? 】

"This book you wrote."

"In this book, in this bound volume that has not yet been completely compiled, you describe the concept and main body of psionic energy, how to master basic psionic knowledge and spells, and what is involved in the process of casting spells. Safety hazards and problems that need to be paid attention to, and serious failure cases and ideological and moral education are used to teach those who read the necessity of careful use of psychic powers."

"Looking at it separately, these things are nothing, but if you put them all together, what are they? This is an all-inclusive basic textbook for psychic beginners! This is a book that can tell those who How do novice psykers master the power of psionic energy, what common dangers and mistakes should they avoid, how should they use psionic energy to fight, and how should they pronounce those basic spells? This is the all-purpose introductory book!"

"Even a layman like me who has no research on psychic powers can understand every sentence in this book. And I have just found the think tank apprentices under me who can also use this book to help them. Successfully cast a spell that they didn't know before: This is enough to show that it has extremely high use value! It is enough to be called a qualified textbook!"

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath: Guilliman's words were like a muffled thunder that sounded on the edge of the distant sky on a sultry summer night covered with dark clouds, which made the Lord of the Second Legion feel a little better. Shocked, but still full of confusion and confusion?

【so what? 】

The Spider Queen couldn't help but ask: her original purpose of writing this book was just to give the psychic children under her command a general idea and mental prison, so that they would not be able to express themselves freely like the Thousand Sons and get some for her. Surprise from subspace.

That's all.

As for more things... she really hadn't thought about it.

"so?"

Guilliman chuckled softly.

"So have you ever thought about this thing, Morgan: You can compile this book again, collect and organize it thoroughly, and then..."

"Promote it."

"Extended to other legions, extended to the mortal auxiliary army, extended to those existences with psykers, but there is still no real instruction book to tell those psykers what to do, in every corner of the empire. "

【...Promotion? 】

"Yes, promotion."

Guilliman nodded excitedly. He felt proud and happy from the bottom of his heart for the unintentional achievement of his blood relatives. Especially after thinking that this was enough to restore order to another chaotic realm, the Lord of the Ultramarines felt... My heart was trembling.

[But Guilliman... But there is no profound content in this book at all. It is just a summary of some basic knowledge, frequently asked questions and various psychic knowledge, all of which are the most basic content. 】

"Yes, Morgan, my blood relative: that's the beauty of this book."

For the first time, Guilliman's smile made the Lord of the Second Legion hesitate.

"What you wrote is not a very advanced book. Although I don't know much about psychic energy, I can still see that in the field of psychic energy, you just combined the knowledge of preschool education, elementary school and junior high school, and some Ideological and moral education are gathered together to form this spiritual holy book."

"But have you ever thought about it: Because of the special nature of psychic powers, almost all psychics have no inheritance and corresponding education. Even the think tanks currently being experimentally promoted among the Legiones Astartes have In essence, there is still no qualified education system, and most of it still relies on the inheritance of masters and apprentices and private exploration.”

"In this case, in this situation where every psychic beginner can only face a sea of ​​confusion and blankness, will the most basic knowledge you mentioned be exactly what they need most? "

"Understand what psionic energy is, understand what common problems there are, understand how to use psionic energy to participate in battles, understand how to build a system of psionic energy troops, and understand that we should treat this sudden force with caution and rationality."

"Finally, they can even learn some basic psychic spells."

"Yes, for any senior psyker, these are some basic things, but for beginners who have no inheritance, these things are the knowledge he urgently needs: and when he masters With these basic knowledge, who can say that he is not a qualified psychic?"

"It can even be said that for the vast majority of psykers, mastering these things is enough. Mediocrity is the majority in the empire. Even among psykers, there are only a few who dare to pursue higher latitudes. , the vast majority of psykers can already find everything they need in your book, and can learn everything they need to contribute to the empire."

"A basic textbook may not be valuable on its own, but when you are faced with a blue ocean without any foundation or rules, a systematic and explanatory basic textbook will It’s the treasure that everyone desires.”

"You have to know that among my blood relatives, almost every legion of Astartes has a certain number of psychic warriors. Their power and hidden dangers cannot be underestimated. But except for the Space Wolves and Blood Angels, Except for a few members such as White Scar and Thousand Sons, most legions do not actually have a complete system to organize and control their psychic warriors. Although the think tank system is slowly being promoted, it still cannot solve one problem: standardization."

"Many legions have no psionic tradition at all, and they are unable to provide any help or support to the psykers who appear in their legions: this is the case with the Ultramarines. Even in Ultramar, psykers were in the previous For a long time, they have been shunned, and there are very few records left of their traditions and power."

"In this case, the [basic knowledge] you have gathered is actually a treasure beyond the reach of most psykers: from what I know, perhaps only the Thousand Sons Legion or the Emperor can do it. to the same thing, but none of them did so, none of them delineated a scope and specified the simplest standard for psychic powers and think tanks."

"Anything without standardization is destined to be a small workshop with no future in the vast arena of the galaxy. And this spiritual scripture you wrote may be enough to make up for this shortcoming of the think tank system: it is completely You can specify rules, plan the scope, establish order, and reach a tacit understanding. It can become a solid foundation for each legion to refer to and then make corrections according to its own situation."

"Over time, when countless successors provide enough modification opinions based on the actual situation, we may really obtain the standardization of psychic abilities: Of course, I know this is difficult, but it is not completely impossible. ,Is not it?"

"Since the mechanical sergeants in the legion can use the standards of Mars as a benchmark for learning and further training, then we can do the same thing with the think tank and make the think tank system a facilitator with a formal system, rather than for the legion. Scrawled cover and concentration from those psychic warriors.”

Guilliman smiled and patted his blood relative on the shoulder, and was greeted by Morgan's slightly frowned brow.

[I remember... think tank systems have been proposed and experimented for a long time, but they still don't have a suitable standard? 】

The Lord of Macragge spread his hands.

"You know, the main proposer and promoter of the think tank is Magnus. Although Jaghatai and Sanguinius agree, they have no more practical contributions, so it is more about Magnus. Contribute.”

"And Magnus... he has little interest in these basic education... and he actually hasn't done anything more for the think tank system. Generally speaking, it's the psykers of each legion who are doing their own thing. Exploration, this is also the main reason why the think tank system has been experimented for so many years but has never become part of the mainstream structure of the legion: no one really cares about it, and no one is a leader in this area."

"Maybe you can change that, my blood, maybe you can change that."

"I personally think you should think about it carefully."

【……】

[I still feel that teaching them to become psykers is a dangerous thing. 】

"Yes, but isn't it a very appropriate theme and goal to allow those legionnaires who have revealed their psychic abilities to become a qualified think tank and teach them how to embark on the correct path of a think tank?"

——————

Guilliman's continuous words were just ordinary moments on the way to the breakfast room, and nothing important happened in the following time.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion collected the gifts from his blood relatives. After a simple but serious breakfast, he led his blood relatives to visit Macragge.

All serious matters were settled before yesterday's dinner. The current Lord of the Second Legion is just a distinguished visitor, the best witness to Macragge's many prosperity: in Guilliman's heart, he The desire to show one's governance to any blood relative is the most instinctive and simple pride.

But before the real visit begins, there is one more precious treasure in the Castle of Hera that serves as an appetizer for the Lord of the Ultramarines as he begins his journey.

"A magical machine that I found on an expedition. It may be a product of a lost era of technology. A wonderful but not so wholesome game."

In the loud introduction, Guilliman took his blood relatives into an extremely spacious room. In the center of the room was a huge meditator, with various operating platforms, connection points, and medical equipment. The 24 immersed sofas in the center form a huge equipment. Whistling coils and piles of transformer boxes are piled in every corner, forming an ancient relic that has restored functionality.

【What's this? 】

"A machine originating from ancient times that can realize real-life simulation. It can connect to our brains and allow us to enter a real imaginary world and play some battles or war games in it."

【Virtual Reality? 】

"It can also be called tactical simulation. It's similar to a dream, but very real."

"How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

Guilliman's invitation was born amid the busy work of countless staff, and Morgan's hesitation only lasted a second.

【OK. 】

The Spider Queen responded with a smile, and when she was lying on the immersion sofa and letting the staff put the magnetic headband on her head, she suddenly turned her head and said something to the Lord of Macragge.

[Guilliman. 】

"What's wrong?"

[Is this a competition? 】

"So be it."

[Can I use psychic powers? 】

"Its dream fragments can indeed simulate the effects of psychic energy, but with your level of psychic power, I'm not sure it can fully simulate it."

【That's it...】

Morgan's lips curved into a smile.

[Then...should we take the opportunity to bet on something, my brother, we need some bets that are innocuous to make this game more interesting. 】

"……for example?"

[Do you still remember that when we discussed the management area last night, there was a star area called Sosa, which we temporarily withheld our opinions on. 】

The Lord of Macragge frowned. He immediately understood Morgan's implication, which made him somewhat dissatisfied.

"No world should be at stake in any game, Morgan."

[It’s not the world yet, is it? We haven't explored there yet. This is just a right to explore. Who knows what is in the Sosa Star Territory? Isn't this itself an invisible gamble? 】

"...Okay, I won't do it next time."

【So one game determines the outcome? 】

"The sooner the better."

As Guilliman spoke, he closed his eyes and allowed the dream weaved by the meditator to sink into his mind through the current in the back of his head, leading him to walk into a somewhat desolate ruins.

——————

Guilliman prepared himself.

Guilliman joins the fight.

Guilliman discovered Morgan.

Guilliman dropped the loot [Sosa Starfield].