Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Angel.

Archangel.

Sanguinius.

The divine son of Baal, the Lord of the Hosts, the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, and at the same time, the best, most perfect, most sacred, and most desired heir of the Emperor of Mankind.

Almost no one can refute this slightly excessive praise, because even the most harsh critics, in front of this archangel, will unsurprisingly become fanatical followers of his noble character and perfect atmosphere.

All the praise, all the worship, all the pursuit of idols and allegiance to the king, even under the premise of atheism in the human empire, put this archangel on the altar and worship like a real angel. Acts of worship: All behaviors that can be called [blasphemy] appear extremely reasonable in the face of the light of Sanguinius.

It can even be said that it is so reasonable that it is almost weird, making anyone who hears these deeds deeply feel incomprehensible.

And Morgan is one of them.

In fact, although she has never met the brother known as the Archangel, Morgan definitely does not know anything about Sanguinius: not to mention that she has already systematically and exhaustively It has collected as much information as possible about every Primarch, and among these Primarchs, Sanguinius is still the one with the most abundant and extensive information. The narrators of each legion alone use this information. Virgo's three memory storage hard drives have been filled with hymns and propaganda articles written on the theme of an archangel.

Not to mention, when Morgan talks or cooperates with each of her brothers, these people always like to mention this famous archangel in their words: and, no matter how arrogant Magnus is, , as harsh as Perturabo, or the unsmiling Jonson, the laughing and scolding Leman Russ, or even Conrad, who is fair and prejudiced against every brother, when they mentioned the Holy Spirit When the name Gilles was mentioned, their reactions were surprisingly unanimous.

First, they may fall into an eerie calm, and then there will be something indescribably strange about their distinctive faces: a look of irrepressible admiration, eager comparison, and a sense of wonder. The bottom of the pupils showed a flash of appreciation for the strange-tasting drinks mixed together. Then, these original bodies would drink the drinks in one gulp, and in a calm or difficult voice, they would give the big drink that Morgan had never seen before. A positive, even high praise for Angel.

Even Perturabo would affirm Sanguinius's character, and Magnus would put the archangel on the same level as himself. As for Guilliman, he has no doubts about Sanguinius's character. Respecting it is like worshiping a fully automatic government affairs processing robot that can independently resist subspace pollution.

And after a very private sister-sister meeting, when the midnight ghost from Nostramo also affirmed the character and ability of a certain archangel under Morgan's questioning, secretly and reluctantly, The Spider Queen finally realizes something amazing.

A Primarch can reasonably receive strong praise from other Primarchs behind his back: This in itself is already a very unreasonable thing.

Even Morgan didn't dare to claim that she could do this. After all, she knew very well how stubborn Mortarion's hatred for her had become, and she also knew that she and Jaghatai Khan were like-minded on the think tank issue. partners, but there is no possibility of developing personal friendships.

She would never be able to make everyone feel kind to her.

So, how exactly does Sanguinius do this?

For a long time, this was a question in Morgan's mind. She was confused by it, but she didn't have the energy to specifically find the answer to the question: However, today, the answer to this question seemed to be I came to the door myself.

【……】

When she closed her fingers on the door and prepared to push open the gorgeous dividing line in front of her, Morgan subconsciously took a deep breath. Before that, she had never thought that she would meet this reviewer here. The strangely good Archangel Baal naturally never thought about how to have a first conversation with this original body who must have strong social skills.

This is naturally not a happy thing for Morgan, who is cautious and accustomed to taking steps step by step.

【……】

I hope nothing goes wrong.

The moment she opened the door, Morgan prayed to herself devoutly, and as the crystal statues filling the hall gradually revealed their posture to her, Morgan took steps and entered the room.

She felt the cold.

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This room was larger than Morgan had imagined before. It could be called a palace of art.

The walls are lined with oil paintings, frescoes and gilded paintings. They are all immortal masterpieces. Each one perfectly connects with the previous one and is more amazing than the previous one. However, these paintings are more important than the real protagonists in the room. It is still eclipsed: all kinds of crystal statues are the masters here. There may be hundreds of them, but there is no overlap between them. These rare quartz crystals are just right inlaid in Together, with their colors of gold and stone, light pink, tea clay and bright purple, heroes, gods or giant beasts of different shapes come to the world vividly.

There is no doubt that they are beautiful.

But at the same time, they were also cold, a bone-chilling cold that was enough to make Morgan's hair and skin feel a faint tingling sensation, as if a harsh king was walking among these beautiful landscapes. A time of dazzling colors.

Morgan gently closed the door behind her and walked slowly among these beautiful but cold works of art. The shawl around her ears and the heating system in the armor provided her with the only warmth, resisting the cold. Those invisible howling cold winds.

For a moment, the Lord of Avalon even felt that she had some kind of illusion: she seemed to be a civil servant who worked tirelessly and uncomplainingly, and was about to walk through the difficult and bitter cold road to meet her emperor.

This is a very absurd but very real situation. When it emerged in Morgan's mind, the Spider Queen even felt that there must be such a character in the galaxy at this moment: a person who is loyal to her emperor and conscientious. A civil servant, someone she may not have met yet, but who will definitely overlap with her at this moment, [another Morgan].

They all want to meet their king, the glorious and cold king.

【……】

Morgan frowned. She didn't like this feeling, so she quickly stopped the meaningless viewing action and began to follow the intuitive instructions in her heart to shuttle between these equally gorgeous crystal sculptures.

Out of caution within the Palace of Terra and the need to exercise restraint in the face of a psionic Primarch like Sanguinius, Morgan did not unleash her psionic wave unscrupulously. She just used her genes. The keen senses of the original body slowly moved closer to one direction: that was the depth of the room, where a faint light that was definitely not reflected by the crystal emitted.

In just a moment, Morgan reached the end of the light: it was an unusually huge angel statue, perhaps even bigger than the Primarch itself, and on this sculpture, there were people using it casually. Pearls, gems and gold are carved with countless beautiful dazzling patterns, making it as gorgeous as the gods.

This [Angel] lives at the end of the crystal crops, just like an emperor living deep in the palace. Needless to say, its exquisiteness and artistic attainments are natural. At least Morgan has never seen such ability in his descendants. The artistic aesthetic that goes hand in hand with it.

The Lord of Avalon stood in front of this statue. She squinted her eyes and felt that it was completely opposite to other sculptures: this statue seemed to be glowing, not a reflected light, but coming from within. There was a glimmer of light, and it was this light that attracted Morgan here.

After sighing at such a spectacle, Morgan stretched out a hand and touched the statue made of crystal. After feeling the coldness in her palm, the Spider Queen just blinked and spoke in a low tone.

Her voice pierced the coldness and silence.

[Are you used to emitting light: like now? 】

【……】

…

"..."

"No."

"I just can't get used to this."

The sound was light and agile, but without losing the necessary heaviness. When it exploded in Morgan's ears, there was also the sound of wings brushing against solid stone.

The cyan blue pupils of the Primarch widened slightly. To Morgan's surprise, she discovered that the light inside the statue in front of her was gradually dissipating: or in other words, leaving.

The next moment, the reason was revealed: the archangel known as Sanguinius gathered his wings and slowly walked out from behind the crystal statue in front of Morgan.

【……】

[Sanguinius? 】

Morgan was not confused. She faced the brother who walked out slowly with a calmness that she had never expected: the Lord of Avalon's smile was not bright, but it was real enough, and when the Archangel of Baal Smiling and nodding, the Lord of Avalon frowned in his heart when he responded to Morgan's inquiry.

She looked at Sanguinius, and then glanced at the crystal statue of an angel in front of her with the corner of her eye. A ridiculous contrast was immediately established in her heart: this contrast came from the real angel and the false one. Angels, each gave her the first impression.

She confirmed something strange.

Angel.

Sanguinius.

Her most perfect brother.

…

He is cold.

——————

He is colder than these crystal statues.

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"Morgan, my sister."

"I have heard of your name a long time ago: they have been mentioning you to me tirelessly, mentioning your name, your experience, and your legend."

Sanguinius held a golden cup in one hand. He gathered his wings and walked out from the shadow of the crystal statues with an elegant but not slow pace: before he stepped out, At that moment, light like the sun illuminated this already gorgeous palace like Apollo's palace.

Morgan even had to squint her eyes slightly to adapt to all this. She felt uncomfortable: relatively speaking, the Lord of Avalon hated extreme light more than extreme darkness, because the dazzling light would shine on The darkness in the soul.

【……】

Before answering the Archangel's words, the Lord of Avalon was silent for a second to take a closer look at the brother. But just after the initial observation, Morgan had to admit one thing: if you just look at the appearance, With that natural temperament, then she would only make the same comments as other Primarchs.

Sanguinius is indeed the most perfect of them all.

Although the Archangel's outfit at this time did not have much aesthetic color: in fact, he was almost fully armed, but he still showed the demeanor of a perfect person, but this perfect person looked a bit too heroic.

The armor with pure gold as its main color and bright red embellishments makes the animal skin on the archangel's shoulders look even more ferocious. On that flawless face, although there is a hint of a faint smile, what's more, it makes There is no power in man who can afford the slightest resistance.

Although the slender fingers were only holding a wine glass, they seemed capable of crushing Morgan's neck at any time. As for the ceremonial sword at his waist, although Morgan knew that it had no lethality, it was still a threat to Saint Georg. When Leith's other hand wandered around the hilt of the sword, Morgan felt that the edge of the sword was enough to break mountains and rocks.

Sanguinius was perfect, but beyond perfection, he was even more powerful, so powerful that Morgan couldn't even feel any resistance at the first moment: facing that sculptured figure, it was enough to make a world willing to With his delicate face bowed, the Lord of Avalon just felt an extreme sense of danger for the first time in a long time.

The person in front of her seemed to be more dangerous than Zhuang Sen: even more dangerous than Zhuang Sen, who led the crazy Iron Man on the star of Sisyphus and wanted to have a frank meeting with her.

At this moment, Morgan even felt that he could understand why every original body respected the archangel so much: worship of the strong is naturally the instinct of every creature in the blood.

She could feel herself swallowing a big gulp of air with great difficulty, and then, there was the same flawless smile: Although Morgan felt that she was far inferior to Sanguinius in terms of perfect disguise, but it was not all perfect. Unable to fight back.

【them? 】

Morgan asked softly. This question made the faint smile on Sanguinius's face become more obvious. Almost instantly, the heroic god who had made Morgan feel suffocated before gradually melted away. He became an archangel that people instinctively wanted to get close to.

"Some brothers, more specifically, a lot of brothers."

Sanguinius shook the golden goblet casually in his hand.

"They all spoke very well of you."

【……】

[Some of the brothers I have met also have very good comments about you. 】

Morgan blinked and answered the question almost without thinking. Her answer seemed to surprise the archangel. He first took a sip of the wine in the glass, then took two steps in the direction of Morgan, and then stopped. ：There is still a distance between them that is more than a handshake.

"I can probably guess what they said about me, which may make you feel exaggerated, but that's not what I want: a lot of times, these comments make me feel flattered."

The angel's tone sounded sincere, and Morgan raised his head slightly.

[I can understand your thinking: I hope the brothers who evaluate you will not be the same brothers who evaluate me. 】

"It should be the same batch."

Sanguinius took another sip from the glass until it was drained.

"After all, most of our brothers are not that tolerant."

"A lot of times, when they judge me in front of me, I feel like they're just judging a statue in their mind that symbolizes [perfection], rather than me: Do you know that feeling?"

"A perfect statue, perfect but unreal, a false work, like..."

【Like an emperor. 】

"..."

【……】

Almost at the same time, the two Primarchs fell silent. They looked at each other for less than a second; then, relaxed laughter filled the entire room.

The chilling aura on Sanguinius disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a smile appeared on Morgan's lips, a real smile. The two Primarchs took a step forward at the same time, crossing the original distance between them. .

The next moment, two equally slender hands were held together casually.

"First meeting, sister."

[First meeting... Sanguinius. 】

Morgan hesitated for a moment in his greetings, for no other reason: when she held the archangel's hand, she suddenly discovered that, unlike his cold appearance, the Primarch of the Ninth Legion had a pair of fiery hands. .

His hands are hot.

Morgan blinked.

——————

Her hands are cold.

Sanguinius frowned.

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[I never thought that I would see you in Holy Terra, Sanguinius. When I last heard rumors about you, you and your legion should be in the northern part of the Far Eastern Star Territory. On a new expedition. 】

"The expedition is over: my heirs have ended it in the best possible condition."

The angel's voice was filled with pride.

"Originally, I didn't plan to return to Terra in the near future: I was invited back. Horus wanted to return to Terra to do some things, and I was invited by him to come with him."

[I have heard of the good relationship between you and Horus. 】

"Perhaps many of the things you have heard are rumors, Morgan, one part truth and nine parts false: just as I have heard many rumors about you, they are not trustworthy, and some are even contradict each other.”

[This is what Horus said himself. 】

"Oh, that's even more unbelievable."

The angel laughed.

"After all, he always likes to praise me."

Sanguinius's words were full of warmth, slow and passionate, and seemed to have nothing to do with the cold and heroic god just now, but Morgan did not relax. In her heart, she sensed that these Underneath the warm words, there was a different kind of coldness.

Sanguinius is indeed smiling, but his smile is the same as Morgan's smile: although it is bright and perfect, and there is no fault in it, these smiles are also very light, so light that It didn't penetrate into their respective pupils at all.

[Then according to the rumors you heard, what kind of person am I? 】

"I don't think you want to know the answer to this question, Morgan, and I don't want to rely on this answer to get along with you. I trust my eyes more than my ears."

As he said this, the Archangel of Baal blinked his eyes. As if to prove the authenticity of these words: For some reason, when Morgan saw Sanguinius winking at her mischievously, she subconsciously wanted to believe the angel's words.

【……】

What a terrible guy.

Morgan smiled a little reluctantly.

[So, do your eyes tell you the answer? 】

"It's telling me."

Sanguinius casually placed his golden cup on the hand of a statue. He turned and stared at Morgan, those dumb eyes speaking words of greatness that were irresistible.

He smiled.

"Morgan, my sister, my brother who has the same blood as me: you have long silver-white hair and blue eyes. Your appearance looks natural, but you don't seem to have any grooming habits... "

The angel talked, and his words were like flowing water in early spring, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and Morgan quickly heard something was wrong: what Sanguinius described seemed to be her true appearance. , rather than in other original questions. Those [perfect looks] in their eyes.

Something wrong with her abilities?

Morgan's confusion did not go unnoticed by Sanguinius.

"Yes, Morgan: When I ask those brothers about their impressions of you, they are always able to provide me with different information. The most straightforward point is that in terms of your appearance, their descriptions, They are always different, the only thing they have in common is that in their eyes, your appearance is what makes them feel most comfortable."

[But here, Sanguinius, the situation seems to be different? 】

Morgan ordered himself to smile.

"No, it's actually the same."

The angel laughed.

His smile was irresistible to Morgan.

"I just want to see your true face."

"Morgan."

"You are my blood relative, no matter what you look like, when you unfold your truth in front of me, when there is nothing false between us."

"In my heart, you are perfect."