Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Let the strongest get it?"

"That's what you said to him?"

[Almost, just adding some prefixes and suffix words: He should remember this sentence, after all, Alexander is one of his most famous images, and even Horus knows this remote history. 】

"Does Horus know about it too?"

[Yes, Horus described Guilliman in terms of the Alexandrian side of the Emperor. 】

"That's not the right description."

[Of course not: Alexander the Great was a mad emperor who wanted to march to the end of the world, and the end of the world in Guilliman's eyes was nothing more than the door to his private office. Alexander the Great's dream was to see the bronze pillars of Heracles , and Guilliman was not even interested in taking a look at his window potted plant. 】

"But in the eyes of the world, they are all careerists who are good at fighting and focused on war."

[Sorry, I cannot agree with your point of view. 】

"Oh, I know: Guilliman is not an ambitious character."

[No, what I mean is: Guilliman cannot focus on the war. In fact, he cannot focus on anything. Half-heartedness is his privilege and hobby, and it is also his weakness. At this point, my hon. My brother makes mistakes again and again and refuses to repent. 】

"How to say?"

[If you beheaded him sixteen times, or almost beheaded him, in a two-hour confrontation, but still found a chance to behead him in the seventeenth confrontation, believe me, your point of view will only conflict with mine. the same. 】

"..."

"Why didn't you tell Guilliman about his huge vulnerability in this area: was it because you wanted to keep it a secret and then profit from future possibilities?"

【……】

"Why don't you tell my genetic father that the way he handles so many issues is so stupid: is it because you have a fanatical following of him?" 】

"..."

"Your father does not listen to advice: even if it comes from his close friends, he will ignore it and think that his friends lack the courage and determination to build a great cause."

"His sons also refused to listen: even if it came from their sisters, they would dismiss it as envy and deception coming from their poor blood relatives."

"..."

【……】

"Want a drink?"

[Have a martini? 】

"Of course: I know a thing or two about bartending."

[This is not in line with your external image, Palm Printer. 】

"If you live for a long time, you will naturally know a little bit about everything, and then you will know everything."

[…It’s reasonable. 】

——————

[But why can’t I see this in my genetic father? 】

"..."

"Because he lived too long."

——————

Morgan met the famous sealer in a place beyond her expectation: it was more like an unexpected discovery than a visit.

Less than fifteen minutes ago, the Lord of Avalon ended the not-so-long conversation with her genetic father: the Emperor squeezed as much as possible from his daughter about the future, and then He casually threw Morgan's shriveled orange peel aside.

The Lords of Mankind commanded a Custodian who did not know when they were standing by their side, and asked him to take Morgan to meet the real person in charge of the Imperial government: In the words of the Emperor, from now on, Morgan and the Markbearer They should be best friends, and at worst, enemies.

In this regard, Morgan actually has some opinions.

[I have to remind you, my respected emperor: a pair of enemies may have arisen because of the orders of a third party, but a friendship is entirely due to the influence of subjective consciousness, and I don’t think that, I will have enough motivation to become new friends with Lord Malcador. 】

+...That doesn't matter. +

Faced with Morgan's uncooperative attitude, the human just looked at his daughter kindly, and after empathizing with her, he pointed out a path for Morgan extremely responsibly.

+ Or, I can find a way to make you and Macado become comrades who share the same illness: then you can develop a comradeship of fighting side by side, right? +

+ Just like you and Jonson. +

【...What are you going to do? 】

+Do you really want to listen? +

【……】

[No, father, I'd better consider using my subjective initiative. 】

So, just like this, Morgan came to the front of the sealer whom she had heard about for a long time: and when the Lord of Avalon found the actual controller of the imperial government, he discovered that the sealer was neither reviewing documents nor Instead of taking notes of the meeting, he sat in a white wooden pavilion near the garden path and enjoyed his lunch quietly.

Bread with fresh butter, grilled buttocks of antlered deer, salads made with unknown roots and green leafy vegetables, and a few slices of fresh fish: if you don't look at the bottles of expensive wine standing next to them, the palm prints The author’s lunch was unexpectedly simple.

Morgan sat directly opposite the old man. She waited quietly for Malcador to finish most of his lunch before starting the meeting with him: after all, before going to the Palace of Terra, her brother Leman Lu Si has repeatedly told Morgan that the person holding the seal is a senior worthy of respect, and if possible, he must observe etiquette in front of him.

Such words can actually be spoken from the mouths of Fenris people, which shows its weight.

[I always thought that immortals like you don’t need to eat. 】

"No, actually needed."

Macado didn't raise his head. He was concentrating on tearing off a piece of cold meat from the tip of the roasted deer rump, and inserting it into it to search for the remaining sauce next to it: Judging from the amount of food on the plate, this man The palm bearer is very strict with himself.

"As immortals, our bodies will no longer age, nor will we lose breathing due to any fatal injuries, but we have not lost the instinct to eat and rest, nor have we lost our thoughts of joy and sadness: so, I Be proud to call yourself human. Stand beside your genetic father."

[But I heard that the appearance of the immortals will remain the same as when they were young: As an immortal, are you too old now? 】

Morgan squinted her eyes, and she carefully looked at the wine bottles suspended in mid-air next to Malcador: they were like being played by an invisible top bartender at the fingertips, and they were methodically mixing the wine.

"My situation is quite special. You will never encounter it again, so you don't need to worry about it."

The Palmist put the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it slowly. While eating, he raised his head and carefully looked at the Primarch sitting in front of him.

"Are you done talking to the Emperor?"

【Yes. 】

"Slower than I thought."

[He asked me some questions, or consulted some of my opinions. 】

"Oh, he's consulting: that's really rare."

The palm-printer shook his head and sighed.

"Did you persuade him?"

【...So be it. 】

Morgan blinked: she really couldn't see any element of agreement or resistance from the emperor's ancient and smooth face. Her genetic father was like a black hole, sucking away the radiation from her mind. The light of wisdom then floated to other places silently.

【……】

I always feel like I've been cheated on...

[He just spent about half an hour asking me to assume a political system that could maintain the process of the Grand Canal and balance the forces within the empire. He also said that after he established a warmaster and left the Great Crusade, he might adopt our Part of my thoughts just now. 】

"..."

The knife and fork paused for the first time.

The sound of the silver blade slicing across the porcelain plate was unbearably harsh.

"Do you mind sharing it with me?"

【……certainly. 】

Morgan frowned and nodded. She adjusted her sitting posture, sorted out the confusing thoughts in her mind, and then spoke.

Makado listened quietly without questioning anything, and there was no expression on his face. He just handled the remaining food on the plate conscientiously. By the time he swallowed the last bite, Morgan almost did the same. That's it.

The palmer wiped his lips.

Then, he was silent for about a minute before commenting.

"A system with clear advantages and disadvantages: Did you plan ahead?"

[I didn’t start thinking about this issue until the emperor asked the question. 】

"Then you are truly gifted: perhaps you have inherited his talent for politics."

【……】

[Does he really have it? 】

"..."

"I have it, and he has it: being good at putting the right people in the right positions is also a very powerful political talent. Just by mastering this, you can build a dynasty."

[Shouldn't it be that Guilliman inherited the Emperor's political talent: after all, Guilliman's political talent and political sense are the most famous among the original bodies. 】

"Guilliman..."

The palm bearer shook his head and mocked.

"I don't deny Guilliman's political talent, but for a character who can write the words [New Empire] on Ultramar's brochure, I don't think he has any political acumen."

"The naivete is confusing."

Machado used an equal and even slightly superior tone that made Morgan frown when he evaluated the Primarch, as if an old man was evaluating a mediocre descendant.

The Palmist didn't care about the slight disgust coming from Morgan. He just looked directly into the eyes of the Lord of Avalon, skipping unnecessary detours and prefixes, and directly stabbed at the core of the problem.

"You should know what the consequences will be if you hand over the power of taxation and the power of appointing personnel in some areas to the Primarch: Although from a political point of view, the vast majority of your brothers are indeed pure They are flawless, and the Astartes warriors under their command are basically free from corruption and greed."

"But not everyone is like this: some Primarchs are not suitable for such a thing, and some Astartes warriors are not incorruptible paladins. What's more, when hundreds of galaxies join the same legion, When the Terran Council wanted to take back their sovereignty, it would be very difficult."

[Of course I know this. 】

Morgan pressed his two arms tightly together, held her chin, and smiled at Macado with a high angle.

[This itself is a trade-off: using the possibility of future divisions in exchange for the stable progress of the Great Expedition at this stage and as many tax sources as possible, and you have to admit that if it is executed well, this is indeed a perfect solution. Plan, isn't it? 】

"..."

【not to mention……】

Morgan blinked, not hiding the malice in her pupils.

[If the Terran Council, composed of mortal high lords, cannot defeat the Astartes' grassroots team in the political field, thereby proving that it is superior in maintaining rule and collecting taxes...]

[What qualifications do you have to squeeze us out of the political arena? 】

"..."

[Indeed, my genetic father longs for mortals to rule this galaxy, but first, you must prove that you are worthy of ruling this galaxy and this empire. 】

[Whether we are Primarchs or Astartes warriors, we may not have any nostalgia for rule and power, but this does not mean that we want to hand over the lands we have worked so hard to conquer to a group of people who are completely unworthy of ruling them. Let mortals govern, Lord Machado. 】

"..."

"As expected, you are still dissatisfied with the Emperor's actions, Morgan."

[How dare I be dissatisfied: You should know very well, Your Majesty the Master, that compared to my naive and impulsive brothers, my behavior is already very reserved. 】

[Besides, I am also thinking about you. 】

Morgan smiled.

[You must know that both the original body and the Astartes are actually warriors: warriors are a group of very simple people. 】

[As long as you perform well enough, they will naturally recognize you. 】

[That’s why I say, if it’s executed well: If the Emperor executes it well, and you guys execute it well, this will be a perfect plan, isn’t it? 】

"..."

The person holding the seal hesitated for a moment. He seemed to have spent a second to distinguish the authenticity, and then nodded with some emotion.

"Yes, it is indeed a perfect plan if executed well."

"The benefits of the plan are a stable Great Crusade and as much tax revenue as possible, which are things that can be enjoyed at the beginning, while the disadvantages of the plan are the separatist activities that occur in the later stages: if the Emperor completes the Webway Plan , this division will definitely disappear in front of him.”

"If the Emperor is unable to complete his plan for the Webway, then the political stability and division of the Border Region will be just a minor issue in the face of the series of troubles we will face next: not to mention, if it really does If we get to that point, these separated frontiers may become a new kind of fire."

Having said this, the corners of the palm print maker's mouth even slightly curved.

"Of course, in the eyes of some mortals outside the palace, this generous gift of power will make the Primarch and the legions a trend that cannot be lost. They will worry that the edge of the galaxy will become a country that no longer obeys the orders of Holy Terra. The Kingdom of China becomes the new Five Hundred Worlds.”

[Those short-sighted guys would never have thought that if the entire galaxy was a region like the Five Hundred Worlds, the Emperor would never have launched this great expedition. 】

Morgan scoffed.

[At the same time, they cannot understand the origin between the emperor and the original body: this origin is the greatest confidence for me to establish the system. 】

[As long as the Emperor completes the Webway and stands before the Primarchs again, then these so-called nations within nations will disappear, because the leaders of these nations will eagerly fall into the arms of their father. 】

[The king surrendered before the war started: The relationship between father and son is really enviable, isn’t it? 】

[Funny, but true. 】

"Who isn't?"

The palm-setter shook his head, poured himself a glass of water, and clinked glasses with Morgan: At this moment, for the first time, the two schedulers felt that they were in the same boat.

Morgan looked bitter.

[Everyone thinks this is a political issue, but in fact, the biggest subject of this so-called political issue is the Legion, and the Legion’s greatest interests are the wishes of their respective Primarchs, and the Primarchs’ greatest interests are The wishes are often related to the emperor. 】

[So, whether it is the process of the Great Crusade or the balance of forces within the Empire, they may seem to be complex and sophisticated political issues, but their essence is nothing more than the family interaction between the Emperor and the Primarchs: they influence the political situation of the entire galaxy. The biggest reason is actually the awkward but profound blood connection between a father and his dozen sons. 】

[It’s really to the point where people will laugh if I say it. 】

Morgan sighed and drank the wine in his glass.

Except for the two people here, I'm afraid no one would have thought of this.

The seemingly treacherous political situation in the Human Empire is actually just an extremely childish drama of family ethics: the facts are so absurd that they confuse every smart person outside the palace.

"..."

"What do you think? If you develop according to your thinking, how many legions will rise in this process of decentralization: more than half?"

[Half of it is impossible. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[At least a quarter of the Primarchs and his legions are not suitable for taxation at all, and at least a quarter of the Primarchs will see this as a mere burden rather than a source of power. , and a quarter of the Primarchs may establish a small tax zone but will not think about expanding it. In the end, only a quarter of the Primarchs will establish a stable state within a state. . 】

[But five hundred worlds is already their upper limit: in terms of ambition, no one can surpass Guilliman. 】

"Who else but you and Guilliman would make up this quarter?"

【……】

Morgan thought for a moment.

【Maybe……】

[Perturabo, Dorn, and Lorgar can all do it, Konrad, Sanguinius, or Fulgrim are a little bit possible, and there are additional Alphas, and...]

"And the most likely one, our great Wolf Shepherd?"

【……yes. 】

Morgan laughed: both she and the palmer had captured the storm and noise approaching rapidly in the distance.

[Isn’t he here? 】