Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Can you explain what is happening before us, my brother Magnus?"

"One mistake, Perturabo, that's all."

"The mortal you trust most is experiencing pain. Even in the chaos of the Dawn Star, she has never been in such a mess, and you just plan to use the word "mistake" to ignore this?"

Magnus was silent for a moment, seeming to consider how to answer.

Finally, he spoke, but his words contained a completely different cold analysis than before.

"There are three flaws in your words. My brother, I will point them out respectively."

"First of all, you are right. Morgan is indeed one of the most important mortals in my legion. I value her second only to my children. So, please don't use such an accusatory tone, Petula. Beau, I’m anxious too, and I’m also very concerned about her condition.”

"Secondly, don't look at all problems from your personal perspective. My brother, Morgan is the senior advisor of the Fifteenth Legion (emphasis added). How did she perform on the Dawn Star and what she encountered? I am better than you. It is clearer that in that dead world, she encountered some worse situations and problems. She is not as fragile as you think, Perturabo, she is a strong, determined, and trustworthy warrior. "

"In the end, none of us want to do this. Maybe there is my reason for this, but I definitely did not stand idly by. My brother, I once took Morgan and my unfortunate descendants deep into the vast ocean. I I personally found a solution to each of their soul dilemmas, and I ensured that every one of them was completely healed, whether it was my heir or Morgan, I witnessed the restoration of their souls with my own eyes."

The Primarch was talking, but his descendants stood aside, confused and even horrified at what they witnessed was such a strange sight.

Atharva stayed there. He witnessed with his own eyes how Morgan fell into a whirlpool of pain and struggle during a sudden fainting. He also listened to the quarrels and debates between the two Primarchs about this, and even with Al Even with Start's superhuman thinking, he could not keep up with the quick logic between the words of the two emperor's sons.

This was originally just an ordinary negotiation, with two Primarchs, one Astartes, and one mortal advisor, nothing more. There was not even an Iron Warrior among the people present, because they were all busy with the battle with the camp. A live-fire exercise for the unit.

Perturabo has personally selected a group of sons as representatives of the legion he sent to the Randan front line, as a facade to highlight the capabilities of the Lord of Steel and the Fourth Legion, while the remaining sons of Perturabo have to rely on themselves use their strength to fight for the only remaining spots: Although the prize is so dangerous, every descendant of Perturabo still uses all his strength to fight for victory in the hope of gaining the favor of the father of genes. This is really A strange scene.

But Atava no longer has the time or energy to express all this, because his thoughts have been occupied by the weird speech of his genetic father. He does not understand why Magnus wants to speak in such a posture and tone. His remarks, in his impression, the Lord Prospero has never been a character like a chapter list or a walkie-talkie. He prefers to speak with emotion and philosophical short sentences rather than listing ruthless regulations.

But soon, this doubt disappeared, because the Thousand Sons warrior saw a magical scene: with Magnus's words, the anger of the Lord of Steel was visibly extinguished.

Perturabo lowered his head slightly, his flames of anger obviously gradually lowered due to Magnus's point-by-point analysis. Even when Lord Prospero's words echoed in the room, the Lord of Steel's A look of serious listening began to appear on his face.

Apparently, this kind of rational debate rather than a heated argument made Perturabo feel calmer.

Magnus wasn't a fool, and maybe he didn't have enough experience before, but now, he knew, or finally remembered, how to talk to his brother.

But despite this, this still could not make Perturabo give up his doubts.

"Don't run away from the problem, Magnus. After all, we must value reality more than words. The current reality is that your so-called rescue does not work as it should: when the patient leaves the ward, his safety and health are still Doctors need to be responsible for their careers.”

"Perhaps it's just a relapse of an old injury. You know, Perturabo, when we fill up a chasm, there will always be fine stones and dust falling out. It may be nothing to us and our heirs. , but it is still too heavy for mortals.”

"Then why do you have to choose your way? Magnus, have you ever thought that for mortals, or anything in the world, your psychic power is not a magic weapon that can be tried and tested, it is only suitable for To the narrow realm familiar to you and your heirs."

It started again.

Faced with his brother's questions, all the Lord Prospero could do was sigh in his mind.

Perturabo always thought that he was a calm and rational figure, who would neither interfere too much with others, nor criticize anything in the world based on his own thoughts. In my memory, he never bothered to do this.

This is probably the most wonderful and most terrifying self-misunderstanding in the world.

Magnus was silent for a while, until the uneasy atmosphere accumulated in the room so much that Attava found it difficult to breathe.

"This is my method, Perturabo. If you think it is not good enough, then what you should do is not simply oppose it, but come up with a better, or at least equivalent, plan. I know you are capable of figuring this out, my brother."

This sentence was like a provocation, but Perturabo laughed. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to prove, but it was at this time that three pairs of ears heard Morgan's murmur of awakening at the same time. .

What happened next was hilarious.

Atava is a person who sees everything clearly. He stood at the edge of this small conference room and could clearly see the movements of the two Primarchs: Magnus was obviously frightened by this sudden awakening. , he quietly moved away, as if he was a little worried about how much his remarks just now were heard.

His genetic father seemed to be hesitating, showing some kind of scholar's unique timidity that was unwilling to take the primary responsibility and the focus of conflicts.

This thought flashed through Atava's mind and was forcefully erased by him. He thought that his father could not be such a common person.

Perturabo's reaction was even more interesting. Atava witnessed the strange behavior of the Lord of Steel with his own eyes: when he discovered that Morgan was gradually waking up, Perturabo's face that was originally slightly ferocious because of the debate suddenly changed. It froze, and his smile that was about to appear also stayed on his face for a short time, forming a somewhat scary and funny expression. This face was fleeting. When Morgan opened his eyes, the steel The face of the Lord has returned to its indifference and indifference.

Attava could see Perturabo's lips opening and closing slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he chose to step back a little and handed over the identity of the first question to Magnus. .

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So, when Morgan regained consciousness, what she saw was two Primarchs and an Astartes standing at the edge of the room.

As if she were some kind of terrifying monster.

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Magnus waited patiently for a while, until his consciousness could sense that the silver-haired mortal woman in front of him had completely sorted out his thoughts, and then the Primarch slowly took a step forward.

"How's it going?"

Magnus asked.

"Did my treatment accidentally damage some parts of your soul kingdom, or some unknown area? I can check again. Please tell the truth, Consultant Morgan, there is no need to worry."

Morgan shook his head.

[No, it’s just a simple out-of-control power. Although ten days have passed, I still haven’t fully digested and sorted out the healing power you gave me. It occasionally rages in my brain for a while - making you laugh. ,Your Mightiness. 】

Magnus listened carefully, and then he showed a gentle smile. The red skin of the original gene wrinkled, like a layer of volcanic magma that was swept up in a swirl.

But Magnus's happiness did not last long, as his brother's cold voice came from behind.

"She should undergo an examination, Magnus, one that uses real medical equipment and a rigorous scientific attitude, and then uses a psychiatrist and specialized methods to detect the true mental state and determine whether long-term medication is needed. Treatment or rest, instead of relying on the simplest self-judgment to judge whether you are healthy or not as you do now. Mortal people’s bodies and minds will deceive themselves...including your descendants, they are the same."

The last sentence seemed to be added on the spur of the moment.

Morgan thought.

But when her eyes moved to Perturabo following these words, she found that the Lord of Steel seemed to have raised his head deliberately and did not choose to look at her. His eyes were unfocused. The ground was spread out, as if the words just spoken were nothing more than casual accusations.

Such words did not make Morgan react. Instead, Magnus raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at his brother.

"I will do this, Perturabo, if necessary, I will indeed do this. The affiliated departments of the Thousand Sons Legion have a complete medical system, and no one needs to worry about this."

Perturabo laughed, he leaned his body back against the wall, and focused his eyes on his brother, like an orator who was sure of victory.

"With the attitude of you and your heirs, I have reason to doubt this. My brother Magnus, you are too dependent on this kind of magic of unknown origin. I even doubt whether you have really paid attention to the medical team you have. , and have you really tested their abilities with emergencies instead of leaving everything to the subspace."

Perturabo's words were quick and sharp, but soon he realized that he seemed to have said too much. The Lord of Steel opened his mouth, and then simply turned his head to the other side.

Morgan could see that Magnus's expression became a little complicated: Lord Prospero's lips outlined a helpless and slightly bitter smile, but his eyebrows were almost offensive because of his brother's behavior. Wrinkled deeply at the sexual statement.

Morgan glanced at Magnus, and then turned her gaze back to Perturabo: when her gaze just arrived, she seemed to feel that she had some contact with the Lord of Steel's gaze. But when she blinked to confirm, she found that Perturabo's head was facing away from her.

Atharva watched the Lord of Steel look vaguely at his brother and the mortal, and then quickly withdrew his gaze after being discovered. The Thousand Sons warrior moved his neck unnaturally, only hoping that Perturabo would really Forgot his own existence.

It was then that Magnus spoke, inadvertently saving his own heir.

"Well, you can certainly question the professionalism of the Prosperos under my command. My brother, I will not be offended by this. After all, advice always needs to be respected, no matter what it actually says. What."

"So, Perturabo, my brother, perhaps I can count on your strength? Perhaps you have medical personnel in your legions who are good enough to help my mortal advisors, or even my descendants?"

With these words, Perturabo turned his head back as if he was quite condescending. He first glanced at Morgan expressionlessly, and then immediately turned his gaze to Magnus.

"Your heirs don't seem to need my help, Magnus. They always rely too much on your guidance and strength. Apparently, your position in their hearts is enough to make the smartest soldiers choose foolishness, enough to make the most stupid. Seasoned officers choose to follow blindly."

Magnus smiled, as if he didn't hear Perturabo's soft sarcasm. He was already familiar with how to get along with the Lord of Steel, and he regarded such words as the most ordinary and simple compliment.

Perturabo's compliments were rare.

"What about Morgan? I believe you won't be stingy with your power, right, Perturabo?"

As soon as he said this, Atava looked at his genetic father with some horror, and then he found that Magnus looked at his brother with a strange art mentality, as if he was determined to get rid of his own. The steely brother finds some joy in himself to redeem himself.

Then, he saw Perturabo turn around and walk in front of Magnus with heavy steps. The Lord of Steel moved his eyes to Morgan, but was unwilling to look at her. Then , Perturabo looked at his brother.

"Do you remember our conversation just now, brother?"

"Which sentence are you referring to?"

"Your first argument, Magnus, of course you remember it, don't you."

"Of course, I can even repeat it again: Morgan is an important part of my legion. She is enough to be valued and respected by me, and she is enough to be a proud and trustworthy part of the legion."

"Then take this seriously!"

Perturabo's tone suddenly rose, making his words seem like a roar, rushing back and forth in the small conference room like a whirlwind.

"Take your powers seriously, Magnus! Carefully consider the possibility of her loss and pain! Don't think of this as a silly gamble that can be settled with jokes and playful gestures!"

"She can add bricks and tiles to your career and add chips to your victory. That is a power worthy of attention - yes, attention! I think you know what this means! Put away your attitude, it will destroy you !”

Perturabo's anger echoed in the room, and it was obvious that the moody and great general had fallen into some sudden emotion of anger.

When he finished venting his short-term anger, Perturabo couldn't help but glance briefly at everyone present, and then he turned around and left in a hurry.

It wasn't until the sound of Perturabo's iron boots stepping on the floor gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor that Magnus seemed to react. Lord Prospero's smile was still frozen on his face. He stretched out his hand, for himself and Morgan poured himself a glass of wine each and drank slowly.

"He was like this before."

When the wine gradually bottomed out, Magnus suddenly spoke and said these words.

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The Iron Lord departed, but the conversation between the Primarch and the mortals continued.

"Do you know Ran Dan?"

While Magnus greeted his poor heir Atava to sit down, he turned his head and looked at Morgan.

[Just a few words. 】

"Just a few words... a good comment. Our understanding of this enemy is only a few words. Just like most species in this galaxy, we have completely eliminated them before we fully understood them. ”

"But Ran Dan is different. It's more difficult. It's not a big or small problem. The First Legion even lost the Queen of Glory in the war with it. But now, they are back again, and the war will not stop. , it will only burn more violently."

"The Fifth Legion and the Nineteenth Legion have sent out signals for help more than once, and my legion is also in the support queue. I need to send some manpower. This will be a dangerous mission, very... dangerous."

"I won't beat around the bush, Ms. Morgan. I hope you can join the special detachment of the Thousand Sons Legion. As one of the representatives of the legion, go to the front line to fight Ran Dan. I will give you the status of a liaison officer. This is a more biased approach. in the command post, not in a front-line position.”

"You can refuse. This is human nature. I would rather hear your true thoughts than false promises."

The Primarch finished his request, and then he fell silent, waiting for Morgan's answer.

Magnus showed his patience as he watched Morgan slowly taste the wine, sip after sip, glass after glass...

Until she finally spoke.

[Why me? From the perspective of utilitarianism and actual needs, such a battlefield is more suitable for the Astartes, and even the liaison function can be best used by specially trained Astartes warriors. 】

"That's right."

Magnus leaned on his arms, as if he didn't want to delve into the issue too much. He frowned, a little entangled in the next words.

"I do have several more outstanding descendants, but with all due respect, Ms. Morgan, I have a sense of uneasiness. My intuition is telling me not to let some of my descendants stay too far away from me. Maybe they will Something happened that wasn’t very good.”

Magnus spoke quite sincerely, but his eyes were scattered and wandering, completely immersed in his own world, without observing the mortal advisor in front of him more carefully: If he did this, the Primarch would You will find a strange light flashing in Morgan's eyes.

Morgan fell silent for a while before choosing to speak with difficulty.

[So, who do I need to work with? 】

"Ahriman."

Magnus' voice was filled with pride.

"He is one of my most outstanding descendants. You have had cooperation and friendship with him. I trust your cooperation."

"As you know, the Thousand Sons Legion is still in a relatively fragile stage, so I cannot mobilize a large army to assist my brothers. I will only send a hundred people. You will not be involved in the crisis as a pure fighting team. In the whirlpool of the front line, what you have to do is to serve as an advisor and timely auxiliary force, using the magic of psychic energy to provide help to different troops."

"Ahriman will coordinate all this as the captain, and your duty is to serve as the liaison officer of the legion, to follow and know the will of the command, and to ensure that the latest information can be conveyed to Ahriman. I believe that with your ability, it is enough More than capable of it all.”

As he spoke, a medal was placed in the center of the table by the Primarch. Morgan looked at it for a while and accepted it.

Magnus's smile became more genuine.

"If you need anything, you can..."

The original gene wanted to say something else, but a dull voice interrupted him, and Perturabo's figure appeared again. He was holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, raising his head as if What just happened didn't exist.

"The selection of my legion personnel has been completed."

The Lord of Steel's voice sounded like two pieces of real steel grinding against each other.

"The first batch of reinforcements, ten special detachments, each with 500 people, equipped with three times the firepower."

"Just in time, I'm done."

Magnus smiled as he faced his brother, as if he had forgotten everything just now.

"I'm not as wealthy as you, Perturabo. I can only send a hundred people. Ahriman will lead the team, and Ms. Morgan will serve as the team's auxiliary officer."

Morgan could feel Perturabo's glare on her, but when she raised her head, the Lord of Steel's eyes quickly left, leaving only Magnus's laughter and questions.

"So, you're sending five thousand people?"

"……No."

"Five thousand and thirty people."

"They can assist each other with your detachment."

Perturabo said this, and then took out one of his documents and stuffed it into the list of people he had just classified.

Magnus glanced.

"Thirty pharmacists?"

Perturabo closed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then said nothing.

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