Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Common sense does not need to be emphasized all the time. 】

[Remember this, Jonson. 】

When these words first flowed into the ears of Midnight Ghost, he even forgot to take the opportunity to peek at the expression of the Caliban man: because at this moment, he was concentrating on observing the face of another blood relative, as if hiding A stoat in a bush waits patiently for the arrival of a shrike.

In Conrad's eyes, the Lord of Avalon who appeared in front of him at this moment was revealing something strange to him: it was neither tough and arbitrary in front of him, nor gentle in front of those Dawnbreakers. and tolerance, but a compromise product mixed between these two extremes. It is the "most suitable" option that is finally produced through constant contact and running-in with the Caliban man.

As evidence, the Lord of the Dark Angels opposite the Spider Queen seems to have the same aura: No matter how much coldness and coldness the First Legion's Primarch will accumulate when he looks into the eyes of the Midnight Ghost. Hostility, but when his attention returned to the communication with Morgan, he would subconsciously make an obvious pause, quietly contain the overflowing anger, and pretend to be reserved.

The similarity between the two Legion Masters on this point is too obvious: although Conrad didn't know whether the two Astartes behind him saw it, he himself was pretty sure of this anyway.

However, he was not sure whether the smells were good or bad: but they made him feel sick, there was no doubt about it.

Thinking of this, Midnight Ghost finally noticed his throat that was about to retching. He endured the nausea and quietly huddled in his seat, only revealing a pair of eyes that would never be noticed, carefully He carefully observed the two blood relatives not far from him: they were discussing some military details, and conflicts and quarrels would break out from time to time.

For example: now.

[Furthermore, in my memory, as the main contributor to the victory of the Second Ran Dan War, you should understand this truth better than anyone here. 】

Morgan sat in her seat, leaning forward and crossing her legs, maintaining a sitting posture that looked very uncomfortable: Conrad knew that this was what his wight blood relatives used to force concentration. One of the means.

The Spider Queen's smile at this moment was awe-inspiring and dangerous. She stretched out her fingers and pressed a document placed between the two Primarchs. Two gorgeous figures were clearly visible on it. Heraldry.

Opposite her, the Lord of Dark Angels was also paying attention to the document, or to the two coats of arms: his eyes were like looking at two perfect cannonballs.

Morgan's voice echoed in Conrad's ears clearly.

[You know, Jonson: Except for our great Horus, no Primarch can be sworn by any Titan Legion, and at this point, the same is true for the Knight Family, only Horus, That's the special situation. 】

[The Titan Legions are loyal to the Imperium, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and their respective forge worlds, but will not pledge their loyalty to a single Primarch, but will only choose to cooperate or form alliances: even our brother Ultramar and his The same is true for the five or six Titan legions under his command. 】

[So, the same is true for the two Titan legions I brought this time. The Sun Legion belongs to the power of the forging world Tigris, and the Militant Legion is the most important link between me and the forging world Reza: Don't bother with their ideas, Zhuang Sen. They are just allying and cooperating with me. I have no right to ask them to carry out suicide missions. 】

"..."

The lion of Caliban pursed his lips and looked unmoved. His big hand, which was placed on the table and carefully wrapped in steel armor, moved little by little, pressing down unwillingly. Covered a corner of the document.

"We need heavy frontal firepower..."

【……】

Morgan exerted gentle pressure, only to find that the corner occupied by Zhuang Sen did not move at all.

She frowned.

[I brought eight million of the most elite auxiliary troops, Jonson. Their training and equipment are comparable to those of the Sun Auxiliary Army, and their armor strength is comparable to that of the Legion of Astartes. 】

"very good."

Zhuang Sen nodded, then shook his head.

"But not enough."

"Eight million is too little."

【……】

What do you want with my auxiliary army?

The Spider Queen gritted her teeth, but did not curse in the end.

Opposite her, a certain Caliban man was still making further progress with a serious look on his face.

"Moreover, after so many years of war and mutual learning, Ran Dan's last main force will no longer be seduced by targets like the mortal auxiliary army. Only the Titan Army..."

"hiss!"

With the sound of paper shattering, the Lord of the Second Legion mercilessly pulled the document away from his palm, leaving only an insignificant footer for the Dark Angel's Primarch.

[Don’t even think about it. 】

Morgan hummed softly, with a hint of gritted teeth in his nasal voice.

[What about the Titan legions that you worked with before? When I left ten years ago, the most focused thing I had compiled was the information on the forge worlds that would provide Titan Legions, and I remember that I appeased every single one of them, and you didn't even have to do anything. 】

[Where are they? 】

"It's lit."

【……】

[Eight, all polished? 】

"It was ten. Later they sent two more, but they were all gone."

【……】

How do you say this with peace of mind?

At that moment, everyone could read the obvious meaning on Morgan's face, as well as the gloomy eyes that were deeper than Nostramo's midnight.

In front of such a look, even the Lord of Caliban is worthy of lowering his head, slowly rubbing his hands, and trying to organize his words and explanations as much as possible.

"Two Titan legions were wiped out in the battle with Ran Dan's remaining main force. I also lost more than twenty knight commanders in that battle. Although the remaining few were not all The army was destroyed, but every time Ran Dan's fortress world was destroyed, there was always a heavy price to pay: they have now all been transferred back to reserve forces, and it will take anywhere from twenty to fifty years to replenish their ranks."

"Indeed, in the Battle of Takus ten years ago, the emperor had eliminated the core power of the Randan Empire, but their fleets and main legions still remained in large numbers: although there was no such thing as the Randan ruler again. Individuals, but the northwest area of ​​the Milky Way is the origin of these aliens. They have been cultivating here for more than ten centuries. Every star region and even every galaxy requires a huge war to completely wrest it from their hands. .”

"Before this war began, I had at least 80,000 experienced warriors from Terra under my command: now, this number may not even be one-third of the original number."

"This is the price we have paid in these ten years, Morgan: After paying such a price, we are now only one step away from the home planet of the Randan alien. As long as we can destroy it, it will be over. "

"But I'm not sure what I will encounter on their home planet. Apart from the expected stubborn resistance, everything on the battlefield is unknown hidden in the fog. I don't know how much power they still have, or how powerful they are. What kind of madness lies beneath: I’ve witnessed their madness over the past ten years, and at a cost you can’t even imagine.”

"So, Morgan."

Zhuang Sen raised his head and calmly confronted the Spider Queen. In those emerald pupils, there was such a solemn and majestic light that even the midnight ghost beside him couldn't help but restrain himself. His smile turned serious.

"I need both legions."

"I need to obtain their command from your hands: the two Titan legions you brought are the last heavy firepower I can trust. Not all forge worlds are allowed to know the existence of this war. , I can’t find any more allies, and I don’t have time to wait for them to recover.”

"I need your help. I need the strength to fight immediately."

There was no dodge or more rhetorical tricks to increase the bargaining chip. The Lord of the Dark Angels just sat in his seat, quietly looking directly at his silver-haired blood relative, slowly but firmly speaking the words in his mouth and his attitude. It can even be considered [sincerity].

In the eyes of the midnight ghost, Jonson didn't seem to put in any more effort: the Caliban lion just maintained his plainest and most solemn face, looking directly at Morgan's pupils with his pupils, as if this was enough. .

It was as if such a plain and simple explanation with only sincerity and truth was the most stable and smooth bridge between him and the Spider Queen.

After the words fell, there was no time to say anything, and only the quiet atmosphere that filled the entire room was left: Whether it was the two original body attendants who were so serious that they almost dared not breathe, or the midnight ghost who remained unusually quiet, they were trying their best to He calmed down his breath and listened to the Spider Queen's breath that was neither sad nor joyful.

【……】

After an unknown amount of time, they heard a new sound.

It was a sigh.

Morgan sighed.

The owner of Avalon closed her eyes first, and then opened them quickly. The indifference in her pupils was incredible, as if all this was expected by her.

After the sigh, there is a clean and neat narration that makes people irresistible.

[The Sun Legion is closer to me, and they will respect my words and orders, but they are too young, with less than thirty years of history. Although they have received the best equipment and training, under such revelation On the battlefield, their experiences destined them not to stand in the center of the battlefield: that would be a failure to them and irresponsible for the war. 】

At this moment, the Spider Queen's narration was like her pupils. Except for the utilitarianism that was so cold that it made people feel uncomfortable, no emotion or tendency could be heard: but it was such indifferent words that made Caliban The Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, which was very helpful.

"I know, Morgan..."

[Don’t interrupt, listen to me. 】

Conrad and Rana couldn't help but frown at these words: and when they discovered that Zhuang Sen and Coswayen didn't seem to be in any discomfort, their brows jumped again.

Morgan's exposition continued.

[As for the Militant Legion, their strength and experience are top-notch. Only the three Titan Legions on Mars can rival them in strength: But please also note that this Titan Legion is the Forge World Reza One of their most precious treasures, they would not allow the Legion of Warmongers to perish on the battlefield. 】

[Even I cannot convince these cautious pilots to carry out missions outside the safe range. They have their own understanding of the way of war and rich experience and lessons: I can introduce you to their command. Officer, Zhuang Sen, but how things will develop next depends on you. 】

At this point, a smile that Midnight Ghost couldn't understand suddenly appeared on the Spider Queen's face: at the same time, he also discovered that the serious face belonging to the Lord of Caliban also showed obvious stiffness.

"..."

The lion's throat moved.

"Aren't you coming with me?"

Conrad:…

Why did he hear a sense of helplessness?

[Riza and I also have an open covenant: You should know the meaning and use of the word avoid suspicion, my dear brother Caliban. 】

At this moment, the smile belonging to the Spider Queen could be called [cruel].

Conrad even felt that he had to pity Jonson.

On the other side, the Lord of Caliban blinked belatedly, and a glint of light flashed through his pupils that could be described as sudden enlightenment: This sight made Coswayne standing aside couldn't help but twitch his eyelids. .

"If it's just a forging world, I do have some solutions, Morgan..."

【you shut up! 】

【I do not want to hear! 】

"..."

The lion's claws retracted, and he reluctantly grabbed the torn corner of the document, but unfortunately, the Spider Queen's fingers pressed firmly on the heraldry patterns of the two Titan legions without compromise.

[I think we can stop talking about the Titan Legion here? 】

"..."

[What’s the next topic? 】

Before the words fell, the Lord of Avalon's fingers reached out to the scattered documents: she didn't seem to stop at all, waiting for Zhuang Sen's reply, or in other words, she was already sure of the answer she would receive.

Everything, of course, has reached a weird place: at least for Conrad and Lana, the scenes before them are even weirder and crazier than the chaos in the deepest part of space, and Caliban The incredible silence and obedience of the Lord is the best accompaniment to this madness.

Morgan picked up the two documents, considered them for a moment, and looked at the Lion.

[Vanguard or flanker? 】

"pioneer."

【How many? 】

"You're fifty, I'm a hundred."

[I have no problem. Where are you? 】

"It still works."

[Maintenance? 】

"It's too late, no problem."

[Hmm...who to send? 】

"unimportant."

[It still needs to be decided. 】

"...My side, Coswayne."

[What about Astlan? 】

"He's not suitable."

【What should I pay attention to? 】

"No, it's all here with me."

【Do you have enough? 】

"That's enough."

【When? 】

"The sooner the better, it's mainly up to you."

【……】

【I see. 】

Morgan nodded, wrote a few words on the document casually, and put it aside.

Conrad took the opportunity to take a look: the Vanguard Fleet is expected to have 150 ships, jointly commanded by Coswayne and Rana. After the Dawnbreaker Legion fleet is deployed, it will set off immediately and have priority for supply.

Note: The warships of the Dark Angel fleet have a low level of maintenance, and their supplies have barely reached passing standards. They need to carry more supplies and deploy a batch of maintenance ships.

In addition: there is no special order, they are all around Zhuang Sen, so there is no need to specifically instruct Lana on related matters.

"..."

Conrad looked at the document, then at the two blood relatives in front of him, and slowly narrowed his eyes. He felt certain words in this harmonious scene, some of which he disliked quite a bit. , even hateful words.

That word is: domestication.

He felt the word.

therefore.

He was very uncomfortable.

——————

He was very uncomfortable.

"..."

very uncomfortable.

With a creaking sound, the Chief Old Guard, standing on one side of the room, slowly moved his neck, feeling a trace of fatigue in his bones.

This fatigue does not come from the body, but from the brain and soul, from the Primarch with long blond hair and emerald eyes in front of him, and the smiling Dark Angel beside him.

They gave him a sense of crisis, an unprecedented sense of crisis that his most important treasure would be taken away.

Thinking of this, Lana couldn't help but glance at Coswayne beside him, and quietly estimated in his mind whether he could open a hole in this gentle Dark Angel.

Morgan's head guard didn't hesitate for long.

"Our Primarchs seem to have a good understanding: have they always been on good terms?"

Lana suppressed the trembling of his teeth.

"It's not always: but for a long time, Lord Morgan and Lord Johnson have had the same status, and have received almost the same respect from us, and those words just now were just accidents, my brother, now What happens before your eyes is reality.”

"..."

Lana snorted lightly, noncommittal.

"Does Mr. Zhuang Sen treat other people as honestly as he did just now?"

"Not really."

The Lion King manager shook his head almost immediately. There was some emotion in his voice, but there was no trace of jealousy or loss.

"Except for Mr. Morgan, I have never seen an adult be so honest with anyone: even if that person is me, he would not be like this. In a sense, at present, this is a privilege that belongs to Mr. Morgan."

"..."

The head guard nodded: in his heart, the status and evaluation of a certain Caliban lion had risen somewhat.

"Impressive words, my brother Corswain. After all, there don't seem to be many such tacit friendships among the Primarchs I know well: Gorgon and Phoenix may be one, Wolf God and Angel Maybe another one."

"It's slightly different from them."

A smile appeared on the lips of the Lion Controller. He was happy to see that the Dawnbreaker officer next to him, who was deeply trusted by the Lord of Avalon, had a better impression of the Dark Angel Legion.

"I can bet you, brother: there won't be an empty desk or chair for the other on the Gorgon and the Phoenix, or on the flagships of Horus and Sanguinius. That's real. , the proof of fighting side by side is not about cooperation in a short battle, but about a profound friendship that spans a war side by side."

Coswayne tried his best to tell the story in the deepest tone that the two primarchs used to fight side by side, but unfortunately, in the ears of Rana on the side, there was only one rather eye-catching word left.

"Office and chairs?"

"From our genetic mother?"

"Yes."

The Lion King Manager did not notice the sudden urgency in Rana's voice in time. He continued his talk and even specifically changed the topic in this direction.

"Not just a set of desks and chairs, but also an entire additional office: the former is used by the two Primarchs when they work together, while the latter is Lord Morgan's private office. We even guaranteed that room for ten years. There is no difference before, they are exactly the same.”

"..."

"That's really troublesome for you."

Lana narrowed his eyes and forced himself to put on a suitable smile. In his heart, countless thoughts had already been compiled into monstrous waves, carving out the appearance of some archaeological experts in the legion.

…

Hope they are not in vain.

——————

After Morgan and Conrad embarked on the Four Terran Standards of the Indomitable Truth, the initial meeting between the Spider Queen and the Lion of Caliban was finally complete.

Even Conrad can see this: Although he still can't understand some of the uncommon words they say, his long-term education has allowed him to easily distinguish the priorities of those issues, and thus infer that he still has How long are you going to waste here?

…In fact, it’s not a waste.

After all, the current Midnight Ghost has made an unexpected discovery. He looked at the two blood relatives who sometimes had heated discussions and sometimes worked separately. After observing and inferring over and over again, even if it was from Nostra Mo's stupid mind can also deduce some disturbing facts.

Conrad was very sure that there was some kind of habit that seemed to have been agreed upon between his two blood relatives: this habit was invisible and intangible, but it had something to do with the relationship between the two primarchs. Some kind of authority.

Just like the Twelve Tables of the Ancient Roman Republic that he had been forced to memorize: he hated history and he hated Rome.

During Midnight Ghost's constant observation, reasoning and summary, he discovered that the working conversations between Morgan and Johnson seemed to be divided into two types. One was quite tacit cooperation, which occurred during simple discussions or when opinions were agreed upon. With just a few keywords, you can know what the other person wants to say and advance the conversation.

The other happens when they disagree: At that time, Morgan and Johnson will turn into two knights in armor in an instant, raise their respective opinions, and launch an indomitable charge towards the other party. , no one will dodge, and no one will give in.

The strangest thing is that such earth-shattering duels often only last for a short round: when they are ready to throw their opinions at each other and accept the other's opinions, the original tension will disappear. After a moment of silence, the two Primarchs would be silent for a moment, and when they spoke again, their voices would return to a tacit discussion and compromise.

One of them will show an attitude of surrender to the other party, thereby quickly ending the dispute. In military terms, Jonson often wins, but in other aspects, Morgan wins more: but no matter what, the surrender of the one who admits his mistake There is no humiliation, and the other party will not have any pride. It is a simple admission and response, just like a student admitting that he did a question wrong.

More often than not, Conrad observed a kind of compromise: when both sides held an opinion, but there was no obvious right or wrong, the confrontation that the Midnight Ghost expected rarely happened, and he would only see silence. Each side takes a step back, leaving a space that both parties can tolerate.

"..."

This is Conrad's observation.

An observation that made him very uncomfortable.

Midnight Ghost huddled in his chair. He quietly looked at the last few documents as they were dealt with slowly, like a fragile little beast under the claws of two ferocious beasts, without making any waves.

"..."

This isn't right.

Conrad frowned. He first looked at the Spider Queen, and then focused most of his attention on Jonson: He knew that Jonson was more like his kind, the Caliban, than Morgan. It has some kind of Nostramo aura, but one is wrapped in the smell of rotten leaves in the deep forest, while the other is purely the smell of flesh and blood.

But no matter what: they are each other's kind, beasts looking at each other, strangers who are also far away from the so-called civilized world. They can see each other's hearts, but they don't bother to know.

Less than a few hours ago, Conrad was convinced of this point of view: Jonson's fanatical defense of his territory made him even more certain of his inference, which made him particularly happy, even joyful .

But this joy only lasted until now, and was torn to pieces by this extremely tacit, quiet, and civilized scene in front of us, making it difficult to recover.

The Caliban who was serious, silent, and capable of even compromising and persuading in his conversations and work with Morgan frightened Conrad more than a hundred roaring corpses: He could not imagine that, Why would a beast become like this?

Why was he a beast just now and now he looks like this?

Is it because of Morgan?

Was it distorted by her?

Suspicious eyes fell on the Lord of Avalon: Conrad never denied that his corpse blood relatives had unique powers, but he never thought that this power would be related to him.

You know, the Midnight Ghost and the Lion of Caliban are of the same kind, but they are beasts that can cherish each other. They have something in common that even Conrad himself cannot refute.

And now, Zhuang Sen seems to be bound, tamed, and pulled by the long whip from the Spider Queen in some undetectable place. A corner of his soul has left the forest that he was once proud of and entered some places. What Conrad didn't like.

…

so……

As Jonson's kind.

"..."

Will he also become like this?

"..."

——————

Conrad shuddered.

——————

This is really terrible.

——————

【……】

What is this kid doing?

The corner of her eye accidentally caught the shadow huddled on the chair. The Lord of Avalon hesitated for a moment, then temporarily turned her attention to the cheap brother who was so quiet that she was a little uneasy.

[What's the matter, Conrad? 】

"...No, there isn't."

"I'm fine, you...just go about your business."

【……】

Is she delusional?

She always felt that this kid seemed to have squeezed into his chair again?

Morgan frowned and said nothing after all: only the last few documents were left in her hand, and her afternoon tea was still waiting for her on the Dawn Goddess. Any delay would result in the loss of those freshly baked pastries. It loses the protection of time and temperature and becomes a defective product after reheating.

Insufferable, isn't it?

Morgan suppressed other thoughts and chose to ignore the Nostramo man on the chair for the time being: since he had not caused any trouble yet, the Spider Queen was also happy and confused.

After all, in Morgan's mind, the combination of Jonson and Conrad was one of the three troublesome giants that could rank alongside Ran Dan and Heydrich during this expedition: although they were only ranked last, they could still Makes teeth hurt.

Fortunately, it was just the two of them.

"..."

"That's right, Morgan."

Zhuang Sen suddenly remembered something.

"Some time ago, our father sent me a letter: He told me that due to the complexity of the upcoming mission, there will be a Legion and a Primarch whom he trusts will be sent, and it is estimated that they will be sent soon. arrive."

Trusted by the Emperor...

【Horus? Or Dorne? 】

There was a hint of joy in Spider Queen's voice that she was not even aware of.

Although her first impressions of Horus and Dorn were not very good, she would not deny that these two brothers were very reliable figures, and working with them always made people feel at ease.

After all, in terms of reliability, they may be a little worse than Guilliman, but they seem to be a little better than Jonson.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon glanced at the Lion silently: and then found that the Lord of Caliban was also looking at her.

He was hesitating.

"neither."

Zhuang Sen spoke, his voice sounded so cold and ruthless.

"It's Leman Russ."

"And his Space Wolves."

【……】

【You are joking? 】

"Leman Russ was indeed trusted by our father, Morgan."

【……】

Morgan raised his head slightly.

She glanced at Jonson, and then at Conrad next to her: Jonson, Konrad, Leman Russ, next, they will stay in the same room, and the fourth person in that room , it will be her.

【……】

very good.

——————

think about it.

Among these three people.

Is there anyone who can rationally discuss something with her?

…

It seems to be Ruth?

…

Even Ruth!