Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Convincing Jonson and Leman Russ was much easier than Morgan imagined.

Specifically, when the Spider Queen only revealed a few hints about the [fifth brother participating in the operation], the other two legion masters easily approved Morgan's plan to divide the troops.

Neither Jonson nor Leman Russ seemed at all surprised by the existence of Alpha or the 20th Legion: this in itself was enough to surprise Morgan.

It seems that her brothers are not completely ignorant.

A sigh passed through Morgan's heart quietly, and he quickly indulged in the almost endless thoughts of the Primarch. The surroundings of the Silver Throne were empty and lonely, enough to accommodate the Spider Queen's endless thoughts for several hours or even days. Meditation, the various inferences generated.

After staying away from Avalon and not being responsible for the affairs of the Far Eastern frontier for the time being, Morgan had enough time to think and reason. She often spent more than ten hours on the throne until she The maids, or the high-ranking officers of the Dawnbreaker Legion, broke this silence due to different reasons.

In addition, there are very few things that can attract Morgan's attention. After all, her status is so noble, and everyone on this ship also has their own responsibilities, not to mention, After the bloody riot, silence and depression had become the main theme of the fleet, and everyone was accustomed not to think about more things.

But even so, there are always some surprises in life: there are always a few minorities. Their noble status allows them to have a lot of free time to spend, and their abilities are so powerful that they don’t need to worry about all kinds of excesses. Consequences of behavior, therefore, they will disturb other people as a hobby, even a sacred cause.

Unfortunately, there is such a person on board the Dawn Goddess: but for Morgan, this is a very lucky thing, because she really needs an unusually active listening partner now.

So, when Conrad pushed open the throne room door again on his own initiative, the Spider Queen just silently accepted Conrad's dereliction of duty: after all, a certain midnight ghost should be monitoring Alpha now.

"You look out of sorts."

With a rather rhythmic pace, the Nostramo stepped lightly on the floor in the throne room decorated with complex patterns: these were constructed of silver, white and black, and then described with fine lines of gold. The artwork on the side is a product designed by Morgan himself, which combines Celtic knots and mandalas. When they are used in different forms, hundreds or thousands of them depict the same area, the gathering The ever-changing and complex net will make the whole picture look like a vast starry sky full of dangerous traps, which is shocking to the soul.

Under the impact of such visual effects, it is ensured that everyone who steps into this room will subconsciously be cautious and awe-inspiring, so their innermost thoughts will be clearly revealed to the Spider Queen who sits high on the throne. in the pupils.

This move is particularly effective when facing mortals or Astartes warriors, but it was a surprise to Konrad. He had never felt afraid of it: in fact, with the Midnight Ghost on the Dawn Goddess, ] As he stayed longer and longer, he seemed to regard this huge battleship as his second home.

In most cases, the Primarchs of the Eighth Legion walked on the flagship of the Dawnbreaker Legion in a joyful manner, contradicting or teasing the ships with a fearlessness that was almost reckless. Everyone: like a student going to school.

He looks so happy. Maybe it's time for him to face this cruel society: Many times, this thought pops up in Morgan's mind.

But today, she really wasn't in such a mood: The illusion of a long battle made the Spider Queen feel physically and mentally exhausted, and she was even so tired that she no longer even thought about taking some guilty pleasures from others.

She was too tired, not to mention, she had to face the problems she had been avoiding: these problems were bloodyly placed in front of her in the fantasy, and she knew that before these problems were solved, her heart was filled with tears. The exhaustion will continue in some way.

This exhaustion was so excruciating that Morgan began to seriously consider the possibility of asking Conrad for advice.

Well, ask Conrad for help…

If it was a few years ago, she would have suspected that she was crazy.

The Primarch felt a bitter smile appear in her heart, and she glanced at Conrad from the corner of her eye, who was minding his own business ordering dishes from Virgo: The Midnight Ghost had no interest in Morgan's afternoon tea culture, but he still I am very happy to rely on their blood relationship to get some free snacks when visiting my sister.

Everyone likes free sex.

[Shouldn’t you be accompanying our Mr. Alpha now, Conrad? 】

Morgan spoke, and Midnight Ghost scratched his long hair.

"His Excellency Alpha showed a certain interest in the arena, so I took the opportunity to ask Bayar and the others to take my place, and I was able to take the time to come back to you: you can always trust the ability of your heir. Bar?"

【……】

[Then do you have any questions? You need to come back to me specifically. 】

"Two questions."

Conrad walked towards the chair closest to the throne, carefully patted the non-existent dust on it, and then sat down: In fact, these chairs are almost all used, because unless they are very rare and informal Big meeting, otherwise few would have taken a seat before Morgan's throne.

[Say it. 】

Conrad raised his finger.

"The first question is, who is that Alpha? I mean, I always feel that he should have some blood relationship with us. I smell that familiar smell on him, but I haven't heard that there is a new one. The news of your brother’s return, and your attitude towards him doesn’t seem like you’re treating a brother.”

[Then how do you think I would treat my brother? 】

"Hmm...more direct?"

Midnight Ghost paused. He licked his teeth, as if he didn't want to delve deeper into the topic, and Morgan answered him with a soft snort: It was an affirmation of Conrad's sensitive thinking.

[Do you know how they evaluated the 20th Legion? 】

Seizing this opportunity, the Primarch decided to conduct a random test on his younger brother.

Midnight ghosts answer questions fluently

"Of course, from the accounts of the Great Expedition that I have studied before, the 20th Legion is considered by many people to be a non-existent legion, while others will regard them as an almost ghostly force. The resume of this legion is very strange, because there are so few, so few that it is abnormal.”

[There is more than one legion wandering outside the public eye, Conrad. 】

"Of course I know, what I mean is: whether it is the White Scars, the Dark Angels, or the former Blood Angels, although there are indeed not many written reports mentioning them, there are reasons for them, and they have their own difficulties. , but only the 20th Legion is different, the scarcity of their information seems to be intentional."

[In other words, this is the main part of their tactics: hiding and lurking? 】

"About right."

Morgan snapped her fingers, and a rare and sincere smile appeared on her lips. She felt the same happiness for her brother's successful guess.

[After all, the number of twenty legions is limited, so each legion must represent an art of war as much as possible: in this case, there must be legions that symbolize espionage operations and underground work. 】

"..."

"Then what does your legion stand for?"

【Future war. 】

"...Where is my legion?"

[The future of war. 】

"..."

"Is this perfunctory?"

[No, that's the answer. 】

"..."

Conrad nodded: After getting Morgan's confirmation, his next guess became smoother. Although Midnight Ghost may not be good at thinking from a fundamental point of view, he is still a person after all. The Primarch, as long as he is subjectively diligent enough, his brain can still analyze most of the secrets in the galaxy.

What limits these emperor's heirs is never ability, but attitude.

"Since the Twentieth Legion is a legion that prefers covert operations, and considering the connections and similarities between the Primarch and the Legion of Astartes, it is possible that our Alpha Brother Like his descendant, a person with a special talent for concealment?"

"That said, the guy who can fight with me in the shadows for half an hour and then show up on his own initiative is indeed our brother, but he may not be our brother, because this uncertainty itself is his talent."

[Just like your innate sense of justice and bloody art: a unique talent. 】

Conrad snorted lightly, facing the habitual ridicule in Morgan's words, Midnight Ghost had learned to deal with it indifferently.

"But now, he's using that talent against us: It's obvious that he's not being honest in his communication with us, and Morgan, I don't have enough security and trust in him, even though he may be our brother. "

Conrad shook his head and seemed to sigh.

"So, I think we should be careful about him next: You thought so too, so you arranged him to my bedroom. So that I had to go to the logistics department to order a bunk bed?"

[Be patient for two days, I don’t like this guy either, but he is indispensable. 】

"I will."

Midnight Ghost licked his lips. He had long since learned to curb the joking in his personality when it came to these truly serious matters. This attitude satisfied Morgan.

[What about the second question? 】

The comfortable questions and answers made the Spider Queen slightly dissipate the haze in her heart. She leaned on the throne and stared at her brother: but then, along with her words, something appeared in the depths of Conrad's pupils. The light called [Eagerness to Try].

This made Morgan feel a little uncomfortable.

"..."

【……】

"..."

# Nostramo smile #

[...Second question, Conrad? 】

"Ah, of course, of course I have a second problem: in fact, that's the one I'm really concerned about, Alpha is nothing more than a minor problem."

Midnight Ghost smiled exaggeratedly.

【……】

[Then...what do you want to ask? 】

"It's very simple."

Conrad responded, then left his seat, laughing all the way, and approached Morgan who was sitting on the throne, until the hot breath from his mouth could blow on Morgan's arm.

"Tell me, my lost good sister, what exactly did you see in that dream that made you act so worried about gains and losses now: this really makes me curious."

【……】

【Does this have anything to do with you? 】

"It's a big deal."

With an exaggeration that was almost theatrical, Conrad screamed.

"The war is coming, but the Primarch of the Legion, the most important commander in the fleet, is so absent-minded: As the champion swordsman of the Dawnbreaker Legion, shouldn't I be concerned about this serious issue?"

【……】

"..."

"Ahem, just think of it..."

"For the Emperor?"

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"Your tea, my lord."

Virgo softly called her creator, but her strange eyes followed Morgan and looked to the other side: opposite this small round table, the Midnight Ghost was happily participating in tasks such as arranging tea sets and mopping the table. During the act of pulling the chair, in Morgan's memory, he had never been so "energetic" as he was now.

How much does this guy want to see her joke?

Morgan felt a little depressed: because the joy on Midnight Ghost's face and the obvious excitement of "You are finally deflated" were completely undisguised, and he openly wanted to see Morgan's joke.

"You have to know, Morgan, after more than ten years of your constant guidance, I have long wanted to find an opportunity to [repay] you: you are willing to come to me to talk about the problems in your heart. This is really touching to me. ”

Conrad pressed the key heavily on the word "repay", and even pretended to cry twice at the end of this sentence. However, these acting skills were so exaggerated that it was unbearable. the point.

"But to be honest, after so many years of being together, I still can't imagine what kind of things could cause you to be as troubled as you are now: in my eyes, you seem to have always been the one in the realm of thought. A powerful pressurer on the world.”

As he spoke, Conrad dragged a chair over. He sat opposite Morgan, leaning forward, his dark pupils flashing with excitement as he stared intently at the face of the Spider Queen. , not allowing Morgan to dodge even a little bit.

"Tell me, what's bothering you?"

【……】

Morgan lowered her eyelids. Of course, it was impossible for her to tell Conrad all the causes and consequences of the matter. After all, these matters were beyond the scope of Midnight Ghost's current understanding and ability. He would not be able to help and would only live in vain. Just distress.

So, Morgan finally chose to ask a somewhat vague question.

[Conrad. 】

"I am here."

The responder hummed excitedly.

[If you encounter a problem: This problem seems to be affected or even solved by your ability, but in fact, because it involves a longer, longer and more complicated situation, your solution After all, it is only temporary and cannot completely make things go as you want, and may even make you get stuck in it. 】

【what should you do? . 】

"..."

Conrad narrowed his eyes, Morgan's question was a bit too general.

"Well, the way I understand it is: you are now encountering a problem that is beyond your capabilities. This problem is something you have to face, but you cannot fundamentally stop it. You can only temporarily remove it. Influence."

[After all, the future is not under our control, is it? 】

[I don’t know what the future will look like on this issue, so I’m afraid of failure, because that will leave me with nothing, or even worse. 】

"Are you timid?"

【Yes. 】

"..."

【……】

Conrad narrowed his eyes. Neither he nor Morgan spoke immediately. The two Primarchs stared at each other in silence for a long time, until the hot tea placed on the table had gradually solidified and cooled down.

"Want to hear my answer, Morgan?"

【……】

【Um. 】

"Actually, not long ago, I also thought about the same question as you."

【What is it? 】

"The question is, how should I deal with Nostramo? Or every similar world I encounter in the future great expedition: In fact, the latter sentence is more important, because The world of Nostramo is really too special.”

【……】

[Have you thought of a solution? 】

"not yet."

"It's just that... we have a route."

【Tell me. 】

"Um."

The voices of the two siblings were a little low at this time, but they seemed particularly sincere, like mortal blood relatives communicating with each other about a trivial matter.

"My general idea is: smash the inherent interest groups, establish a better production relationship, popularize some more advanced political and people's livelihood concepts to the people through education and propaganda, and finally, leave a sufficient violent force To oversee this: when things are on the right track, I will remove these violent troops to prevent the political system from degenerating into a police state."

"Of course, in addition, I think that the core of my country should be a sufficiently capable supervision system. Even several supervision systems that supervise each other are necessary: ​​supervision itself also needs to be inspected."

"That's about it."

[...somewhat naive. 】

"I'm not you: don't be too hard on me about this."

[I won’t be too harsh, I’m just a little confused: After your violent troops leave, what should you do if those inherent conservative forces come back again, or will the new ruling class still fall into decay and depravity? 】

"It's inevitable."

Conrad smiled ruefully.

"This is also the point where my question is similar to yours, isn't it: Such a future is not within our control. We can only temporarily solve our immediate problems, and the fall of mortals, and those who fall back into A corrupted world is something we are destined not to fully grasp: if we keep our eyes fixed on the beauty of every world, the Great Crusade will never be complete."

"But, I have an idea."

"……how to say……"

"Now that I have severely damaged the old conservative group, told them the value of freedom, and made them feel the benefits of being the masters of their own country, and even given them the opportunity to control their own armed forces: after I have done all this , if they still cannot fight for their own freedom and justice, but succumb to new corruption and wait for the next savior like me, then we can only say..."

"They deserve this."

【……】

"After all, I can't stay in just one world for the rest of my life, right?"

Conrad smiled.

"All I can do is spread freedom and justice to different worlds again and again. Even if these beauties can only gain a foothold in one of the worlds, then everything I do is not meaningless. ."

"And this is my answer to your question, Morgan."

"This is also the most important truth you have taught me."

"We are not omnipotent."

"Then we can do our best."

"My future is not bright, but I just want..."

"Have a clear conscience and have no shame."