Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Horus, my dear brother."

"What happened here? Is there anything I can do to help?"

…

Some serious voices sounded in the dust that had not yet dispersed. They were extremely loud, but they also brought a trace of the pure and deep friendship between blood brothers: if they had not seen it with their own eyes, who would have thought that such a gentle, reliable and The normal opening remarks actually came from the mouth of the Caliban?

There was even a hint of smile on the Caliban man's face.

Oh my god, Jonson’s smile!

Horus couldn't imagine it anyway, so he was naturally stunned for a moment.

But just this moment of astonishment made Conrad, who was originally planning to greet the Wolf God, seize the opportunity to dodge and sneak to Morgan's side: this kind of disrespectful behavior immediately made Midnight Ghost get a message from Morgan. A slap hit him on the back of the head without any pain.

On the contrary, Zhuangson strode forward behind Conrad. Amid Horus' astonishment, he couldn't help but hold the hand of the Wolf Shepherd, and shook it seriously and heavily twice: Zhuangson's originally serious face, After discovering that the courtyard was not the raging war he had imagined, he quickly retreated. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"...No, everything is fine here, Jonson: it's just a little hiccup."

The Shepherd God stood in the ruins that had no time to clean up, silent. There was still a trace of pinch marks after the defeat on his throat. His sore arms were also particularly weak at this time. He was shaken by Zhuang Sen's handshake. It hurts to shake.

But even so, the emperor's most favored heir still squeezed out a smile in the shortest time to greet his brother: Although the current Caliban people feel very strange about the Wolf God, but who cares? Well, since Jonson took the initiative to show goodwill to Horus, then this is a good thing.

However, such a coping answer obviously did not satisfy the Calibans: Jonson just squinted his eyes, looked beyond the forced smile on Horus's face, looked around the courtyard again, and finally came again When it came to the Shepherd God, this time, the Lion King finally caught the few clues he wanted.

So, he straightened up, stopped shaking hands with Horus, then moved his arm, and patted the sore shoulder of the Wolf Goddess very solemnly, with the kind of expression he could express, The attitude closest to the two words [sincerity], the voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"You don't seem to be in very good condition, my brother Wolf Shepherd: are you injured? Who did this? Who dares to harm a Primarch in the palace?"

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"..."

The bright and narrow pupils of the Shepherd God narrowed slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through Horus's sensitive and thoughtful heart in an instant. But in the end, based on the absolute belief in Zhuangson's character, the Shepherd God God still had to admit that at this moment, his brother Caliban did speak to him in the most sincere and sincere manner, and these words touched his pain.

"..."

This made Horus even more uncomfortable.

There was an obvious hint of bitterness in the Wolf Shepherd's smile, but this bitterness was naturally ignored by Zhuang Sen: the Lion King never cared about these useless elements.

He just listened to Horus' answer.

"It's not important. These are all trivial matters: it's just that just now, a slight conflict broke out between me and the Printer around an issue. Now that the conflict is over, it's no big deal."

"oh……"

Johnson nodded.

"So, you and the Seal Master made the inner court of the palace a mess like this?"

"..."

Behind Zhuang Sen, the Wolf King of Fenris snorted, then tightly closed his lips, turned away, and stopped making any sound.

"I'm not saying that, Horus: your move is not considered prudent."

Zhuang Sen shook his head and sighed with the attitude of a teacher or someone who had experienced it.

"The Seal Bearer is the steward personally chosen by the Emperor. He is the practitioner of the Emperor's will and orders: No matter what, you should not conflict with him here. How can you let the blood of the Emperor's ministers drip on Tai Where is Ra’s land?”

"..."

"Why didn't I see the one holding the seal? Is he not seriously injured?"

"..."

Even the Shepherd God doesn't know how he should treat his [sincere] blood relative now.

At this moment, Horus even began to miss the sarcastic lion who never got close to others: Why hadn't he noticed before that Zhuang Sen's rigid face was so kind and lovely?

But even so, Horus still maintained his demeanor. He endured the increasingly sore arm due to Jonson's slapping, and glanced at Leman Russ next to him: I saw the Fenrisian standing beside Jonson. He couldn't see his face clearly because he turned his head away, but his shoulders were working very hard to control the trembling arc.

The Shepherd God smiled appropriately.

"The Seal Holder is fine now. My brother: I am indeed a little impulsive about this matter. He has now left here to carry out his own work. It is a pity that there is a deep connection between the Seal Holder and me. communication, but not much consensus was reached.”

"That's not surprising."

Jonson nodded, he was convinced of Horus' words.

"Becoming friends with these mortal nobles of Terra, and having them obey your demands, is no easy task in itself: perhaps in this regard you can seek my advice next time, I make friends on Terra Quite a lot."

"..."

Leman Russ's shoulders were shaking like an avalanche in Fenris.

But Horus had no time to pay attention to these trivial matters. Zhuang Sen's gaze made him dare not even have a flash of strange color in his pupils, let alone look away. The Wolf Shepherd God could only focus on Zhuang Sen's face. , gaze at the friendly atmosphere, friendly smile, and... that are incompatible with Caliban.

Kind words?

"..."

In his heart, the Wolf Shepherd couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh my god..."

——————

[Is this really Zhuang Sen? 】

[Has he been transferred by someone? 】

While picking out the leaves hidden in Conrad's long black hair, and looking at the rather unique brotherhood meeting a few meters away, the Lord of Avalon felt that his fingers and mind were all experiencing a A bit of a lengthy torture.

"Well, I think you're right."

Next to Morgan, the archangel restrained his wings and nodded seriously. As one of the original spectators who also witnessed this strange meeting, Sanguinius was also greatly affected. Frightened, but still much better than Morgan.

After all, why didn’t he care much about his brother Zhuang Sen?

But this did not prevent the Archangel from starting his analysis seriously.

"I think: Could it be that the souls of Horus and Jonson have been exchanged? Look at the words they are saying now. Are they very similar to what the other person can say?"

[Will Horus inadvertently poke the pain of other brothers? 】

"He certainly doesn't do it accidentally: usually he does it on purpose."

【……】

[I suspect he learned it from you. 】

"No, I never do that in front of him."

【……】

Morgan blinked, and felt that in her heart, the originally glorious legendary image of Sanguinius seemed to be a little bit broken: although there was not much left in it.

So, she nodded.

[Hmm... you are right. 】

Morgan grimaced. She had to admit that there was some logic in the archangel's nonsense. After all, the conversation between Horus and Jonson was like this: one party asked awkward questions in a gentle tone, The other party answered his brother insincerely in a serious and somewhat jerky tone.

That's how it was originally: However, this time, the identities of the questioner and the answerer seemed a bit different: This had to make Morgan and Sanguinius seriously doubt whether their two brothers had exchanged souls. .

"..."

Under Morgan's claws, Midnight Ghost listened to his two blood relatives talking serious nonsense, and couldn't help but roll his eyes with disdain: Then, his long hair, which was originally a bit messy, suddenly turned his head. And entangled Morgan's fingers.

With a burst of teeth-gnashing pulling and cleaning, Conrad received a second slap on the back of his head smoothly, which made the Midnight Ghost temporarily quiet. It was not until Morgan dressed him up that he could barely be seen, and the Lord of Avalon Then he grabbed his brother's shoulders and pushed him in front of the archangel.

[Come, Konrad, say hello to your brother: this is Sanguinius, of whom you have heard many times, one of the most powerful and divine scions of our Gene-Father. 】

"I know, of course I know."

A strange hum came from the throat of the midnight ghost. Then, Conrad straightened up and gave a rather respectful courtier's salute to Sanguinius: just as the archangel smiled because of this strange behavior , and when he seemed a little stiff, he saw Midnight Ghost grinning, and the teasing in his mouth could be said to be unabashed.

"Hail, Your Majesty Sanguinius."

"Well……"

The archangel blinked, and then he looked at Morgan behind Conrad, and tried his best to ignore the sudden anger in those blue pupils.

"Should I say...no courtesy?"

【……】

[Please let this kid kneel down: I don’t care. 】

Morgan's eyebrows were lowered, and she was angry several times because of Conrad's nonsense, but before she let her fingers kiss the back of the midnight ghost's head for the third time, the Nostramo had already taken steps, Smiling, he approached Sanguinius and opened his arms.

"Nostramo's gift."

Conrad blinked and looked at his brother with a smile, while the archangel raised his brows, smiled similarly, and hugged his brother a little.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, Conrad. Unfortunately, I did not expect that we would meet here, so this time, I did not bring my gift: I will definitely give it to you next time you come to the Blood and Tears as a guest. I will make up for this regret."

"No need to bother, brother."

Conrad's dark and cruel pupils narrowed, wandering over the archangel's white wings. The naughty and malicious look in his narrow eyes made Sanguinius instinctively retract his wings. receive.

"My dear angel brother: How about giving me one of your feathers? Just one."

"Hmm... maybe not recently."

"Because the shedding season is over?"

"...That's not the reason..."

"Then if I pulled one out: would it hurt you, Sanguinius?"

"..."

"I heard them say that the archangel of Baal is the most heroic descendant of the Emperor: I guess you are not afraid of this little pain, right, my heroic brother Sanguinius?"

#The tentative claws from the midnight ghost#

"..."

The archangel's smile was a little stiff: before he could adjust a decent answer in time, fortunately, the Lord of Avalon, who couldn't bear it anymore, had already stepped forward and dragged her shamed brother back without forgetting. He nodded to Sanguinius in apology.

The archangel of Baal only felt that Morgan's image in his eyes had never been as beautiful as it is now: although those blue pupils were full of anger, but no matter what, this anger was not directed at him anyway. Come.

but……

Seeing the Midnight Haunter who was being dragged away by Morgan obediently and not forgetting to wave exaggeratedly to him to express his farewell, the archangel of Barr snorted softly and shook his head, feeling a little relaxed in his heart. Feel.

It seems that his brother Conrad was raised by Morgan... pretty well?

…

Of course not bad.

Although the joke made by this Nostramo brother is still a bit out of bounds, the fact that he can joke shows that his mentality is generally healthy: at least the rumored bloodthirsty [Midnight Ghost] seems to be It's an absolute rumor.

Thinking about it this way, the vague scenes he saw in his prophetic visions must be because he was overly worried.

The archangel smiled and turned his attention back to Horus and Jonson, but this time, his frown was deeper than before.

after all……

Um……

He's a little hungry.

——————

[So, do you want to have a meal? 】

Dragging Conrad aside, the Lord of Avalon took a deep breath and looked at his brother with a smile: but Midnight Ghost could clearly see that on Morgan's forehead, there was already something because of Angry and wrinkled green blood vessels squeezed out winding valleys.

"..."

Conrad rarely saw these valleys: the last time he did, Morgan seemed to have ripped his lungs out of his nose.

What an impressive memory.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to experience it again.

So, Midnight Ghost opened his two palms and performed a French military salute.

"Relax, Morgan, I'm just trying to make peace with our Sanguinius brothers."

[You call this building a good relationship? 】

"Well, you don't understand what happens between prophets."

【……】

The corners of Morgan's raised mouth were already shrouded in dark clouds, because Conrad was forcibly pressed to the seat beside her, so the current Lord of Avalon is taller than her brother: So, Morgan bent down Waist, one hand behind his back, one hand outlined a sharp claw, went around Conrad's neck, and pinched the slender back of his neck in his long black hair.

The Spider Queen's angry trills that could scare any Dawnbreaker to sleepless nights were more terrifying to Conrad's ears than a hundred extermination orders signed by Jonson himself.

[Then tell me something I understand, kid, or you will see how I deal with you when you get home. 】

[Also, let me tell you the ugly story up front: You will stay on my battleship for several months before you can reunite with your gang. Don’t think that I won’t have time to take care of you after you return home. . 】

"..."

Conrad's eyes drifted to the other side.

"It's just a...well...how do I put it."

"You should know that Brother Sanguinius is a prophet just like me, right: Although the degree of our predictions is different, we can see the same things, and we both know how the other party will play in the future. character of."

"So, Sanguinius must have a disdain for me innately, because in his eyes, I am definitely still the poor guy who will fall into endless madness and depravity in the future, a guy who makes people gnash their teeth. .”

[You are quite crazy now: and quite teeth-gnashing. 】

"It's not like you taught me well."

Midnight Ghost murmured quietly.

"Then on this basis, I naturally have to use a more effective way to tell our Sanguinius brothers that I am no longer the Conrad he predicted: As for why it is expressed in this way? , because in the original future, I quite liked messing around with that archangel."

【Nonsense? Why are you fooling around? Like now, breaking his feathers? 】

"No, I broke his cub."

【……】

[So in the future, you were beaten to death by Sanguinius? 】

"Ah, beaten to death?"

Conrad screamed strangely.

"What he did to me is much more serious than the death penalty."

【you……】

Morgan blinked.

[Forget it, I don’t care what happens to you in the future by Sanguinius: it’s better to die, so you don’t have to worry about me all day. 】

As he said that, the Lord of Avalon turned his head and took a look at Zhuangson and Horus who were still chatting awkwardly there, as well as the Fenrisian who was just holding back his laughter and had no hope at all, and Moyu. Sanguinius was touched more seriously than the Fenrisians.

None of her brothers are reliable.

As for Conrad...

Morgan's brows moved.

Although she didn't dare to say how well she taught this bastard boy, his future shouldn't be so... funny.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Avalon sighed. Compared with the illusory future in Conrad's mouth, she should worry about Zhuangson now: he is much more dangerous than Conrad.

[Then tell me, what exactly did you say to Zhuang Sen? How did he become like this? 】

"This is none of my business."

Midnight Haunter showed a smile.

"After all, Zhuang Sen, you should know better than me."

"Victory and triumph, the emperor's reward, the harmony between father and son, and honor are all that are missing. All that is needed is a grand triumph with all the members present: Such treatment, given to any of our brothers, their tails should have been raised. As long as But Zhuang Sen doesn’t have much experience in this area, so he doesn’t seem so... calm.”

"In short, our Zhuang Sen is very happy now and wants to chat with his brothers."

【...Zhuang Sen is very happy? 】

"right."

[Zhuang Sen wants to chat with someone? 】

"uh-huh."

[...Oh, my God. 】

【This is really not good. 】

Morgan frowned in pain and felt several stomachaches, and her dear brother did not forget to fan the flames next to her.

"In the end, Morgan, this is actually your problem as well: you have to know that since Jonson returned, the Dark Angels Legion has not received any serious honors. Now, as soon as our genetic father takes action, this is The highest level of reward.”

"Jonson's mood is actually a bit like that of those nouveau riche who hit the jackpot: it's just that those nouveau riche look particularly emotional when they are squandering money, while our lovely Caliban brother is spreading his smile. When you are kind, you become generous.”

[...What does this have to do with me? 】

"Isn't it you who instigated father?"

【……】

The Spider Queen laughed angrily.

[Why since we arrived at Holy Terra, it seems that many things have been instigated by me: why do you let me take the blame for things you can’t understand? In the past, this was not the case. 】

"Well……"

Faced with this question, Midnight Ghost thought about it very seriously, and then gave his answer seriously.

"I think the reason is simple: because Holy Terra is too far away from Macragge."

【……so what? 】

"So Guilliman is not in the service area: you will have to bear the necessary blackmail services at your own expense."

【……】

There was a moment. Morgan even considered the possibility very seriously: whether her genetic father deliberately scattered their twenty Primarchs into space to avoid the responsibility of raising these twenty bastards alone.

…

Morgan thinks it's possible.

[…Listen, you kid, put away your frivolous entrails. Let’s talk about it when we go home if there’s anything else: Now, I’m going to take you to interrupt the conversation between Horus and Jonson, and by the way, I’ll take you Introduced to Horus, this time, if you dare to embarrass me again, I will break your legs when I go home. 】

"Oh, of course, Mother."

Conrad laughed, put one hand against his forehead, and then spun twice in the air, drawing a very exaggerated Daybreaker-style military salute.

【……】

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

【You boy...】

——————

“It was really eye-opening.”

After realizing that his snot bubbles were about to burst out from laughter, the Fenrisian's poor sense of responsibility finally took over. He swallowed the last few smiles into his stomach, and then clapped it with his hand. He patted his armor, opened his arms, came to the side of Zhuangson and Horus, and took his two brothers into his arms at the same time.

"How come I didn't know before that the relationship between you two is so good?"

Leman Russ glanced at Horus and then at Jonson. He grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Friendship can be established in a moment, Riemann. What's more, Zhuang Sen and I are brothers, just like you and I are brothers. We already share the same blood from our father. We They are two stars that correspond to each other in the Milky Way."

"It's not surprising that we have a good relationship. There are reasons why we have a bad relationship."

The Wolf Shepherd used his appropriately gentle smile to respond to the brother who shared the name of [Wolf] with him, while the Caliban Lion on the other side frowned in displeasure, very He seriously refuted Leman Russ's joking words.

"I remember that I told you a long time ago, Riemann: I have always been very popular among the Primarchs. How could you forget what I said? Riemann, you are really Too forgetful, brother, you must pay attention to this issue."

"..."

At this moment, silence was like a herd of running pronghorns, jumping over the halls of Horus and Leman Russ one after another.

In the end, it was Horus who laughed first and helped Leman Russ, who originally wanted to help him, break the siege: Now, Jonson is the siege of both of them.

"Forgive Riemann, Jonson: After all, not everyone is like you and can remember every detail in life. And for our brother Fenris, he doesn't need to care about everyone's popularity. He He is loyal and passionate to each of his brothers, just like a wild wolf is loyal to his own pack."

"No matter whether he is popular or not, Riemann will treat every brother sincerely: After all, wild wolves are creatures like this. Except for the alpha wolf that everyone believes in, the rest of the class only relies on biting and fighting to determine status. .”

As he spoke, Horus blinked, and did not forget to add another sentence, turning his simple joking about Leman Russ into fighting side by side with Leman Russ.

"The same is true for wild wolves, and so is the wolf god."

After a little joking, Horus did not forget to knock Leman Russ's breastplate, and the Wolf King of Fenris faced his Caliban brother, smiled and screamed strangely, and the sound was It was like a real wolf howling, which brought a smile to Zhuang Sen's face.

"Like a real wolf, Riemann."

"No, this is a required course in my life."

The Lion King nodded.

"Yes, Riemann is like a real wild wolf. You never have to worry about his loyalty and bravery in battle. This title complements him perfectly. It's you, my brother Horus, who I have always been... I’m curious about what your Wolf Shepherd God means?”

"...I had the same confusion as you, brother."

Facing Zhuang Sen's words that could even be considered provocative, Horus just raised his eyebrows slightly, then spread his hands and answered the lion in a friendly manner.

"Until later, I actually didn't solve this confusion, but I also figured it out: the name or title is just a symbol, just like the father of our genes would call me his [Sagittarius], we It doesn’t matter what we are called, what is important is that our titles represent other people’s expectations of us, and we cannot let down these real treasures in the universe.”

"Yeah, just like the All-Father wanted me to be his hound, he expressed this intention from the beginning: but there are no hounds on Fenris, so I can only become a wolf."

As soon as Horus finished speaking, Leman Russ added it just right, not forgetting to bart his teeth at his two brothers: Just like that, relaxed laughter once again spread among the three Primarchs. It rang.

At least from the current point of view, all the confusions have been answered, and the situation among the original bodies has been temporarily stabilized: thus, a few people who had no fun for the time being also joined in at this time.

The Archangel of Baal arrived first. He was not too familiar with Jonson and Leman Russ, so after responding to the Fenris Wolf King's embrace and nodding to each other with the Lion King, he stood there One side of Horus blended into it silently.

Morgan, on the other hand, was escorting Conrad and arrived a few seconds later. When the two of them arrived, the Wolf Shepherd took a step forward, smiling towards them like the master among the four Primarchs. Welcome and go.

"Oh, my dear Brother Conrad, you trouble me a little: for a moment I thought I had done something wrong to displease you."

Horus's words sounded like accountability, but there was no element of anger in the smiling face. After Midnight Ghost opened his arms and fully embraced Horus, he Even the anger in Wolf Shepherd God's words was exhausted.

Even so, Leman Russ, who was standing on the edge of the team, spoke up in time and filled in for Conrad with his teasing words.

"After all, our little Conrad is very shy. Horus: You are too bright for him. If I were him, I would definitely stay away first."

"I?"

Horus turned his head, first glanced at his three brothers, and then at Morgan. He spread his hands as if asking everyone, showing an expression of inner hurt.

"I do take care of myself often, but when it comes to bright words..."

The Wolf Shepherd's open palm pointed at Sanguinius beside him.

"Shouldn't it be our holy brother angels?"

"I am indeed brighter than you, dear Horus."

The archangel smiled softly, and then shook his head. The bright blond hair shone with dazzling golden light under the sun, warming everyone's eyes.

"But look: my brightness is like the sea illuminated by the sun, making people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts. As for you, my great brother the Wolf Shepherd."

Sanguinius winked teasingly.

"Your brightness is so smooth."

"..."

Horus grinned and touched his smooth head. He glanced around: among the six primarchs present, five of them had long hair. By comparison, he was indeed the one [Smooth] who].

So, the next moment, the Shepherd God shook his head helplessly, laughed, and merged into the laughter of his brothers.

Amidst this laughter, Horus stretched out his arms and took Conrad into his arms: Since the Lord of Avalon was following on the other side, the Midnight Ghost did not dare to do anything else at this time. With small movements, he endured the shock of Horus' tap on the shoulder and listened to the greetings from his brother the Wolf Shepherd.

"I know it's a little late, Conrad, but you are still welcome to join the Empire, return to our big family, and join this great expedition. I look forward to fighting side by side with you in the future. I Brothers."

"Before this, I had the honor to conduct joint operations with your Eighth Army. I was deeply impressed by the tenacity and determination they displayed in the battle: there is no doubt that the Eighth Army is already an excellent army. , I have no doubt that under your command, they will be able to contribute more to the Great Expedition."

"For the honor of our father, each one of us is crucial."

"Only if we stand together can we accomplish the Emperor's great purposes, and as long as we stand together there will be no opponent in the galaxy who can stand in our way."

At the end of the sentence, the Wolf God's tone was not so much welcoming a new brother, but rather giving an impromptu speech to all the brothers present. One of his arms was around Conrad, and the other hand Then he spread it out and clenched it into fists in passion, and the loud sound echoed in the ruins.

Such completely correct words could not be refuted by anyone present. Therefore, Morgan on the side took the lead in nodding and applauding, and all the Primarchs joined in one after another, and their smiles were all deeply impressed. in the eyes of Horus.

At this moment, a great pride slowly passed through the heart of the Wolf Shepherd, which made him feel sweeter than a hundred victories among the stars: What is greater than this great and profound brotherhood? What is more precious and worth cherishing?

Horus even temporarily forgot about his defeat in front of the Seal Bearer just now.

So what if the Emperor's vassal possessed powerful psychic powers and the favor of their Gene-Father: look at it now, they, the Primarchs, were his father's children, and when they united, there was no one in the galaxy. Anyone can shake them.

And Horus was convinced that he had to take on the great mission of uniting the Primarchs, because this was exactly the mission the Emperor had given him. In order to complete this mission and not to disappoint his genetic father, even if Such a strange brother who is somewhat lonely, the Shepherd God is willing to do his best to establish a good relationship with him.

Not to mention the savage but thorough Leman Russ, and the newly arrived, somewhat strange but harmless Konrad, as well as his most unique blood relative, his only sister, Morgan, who undoubtedly represents the Primarch. The presence of the loving side of the Emperor.

The Lord of Avalon is well-known in the empire for his doting on his children and his benevolent rule over the mortals within his realm. Countless people even worried about whether it was right to send this too soft-hearted primarch into the Great Crusade. decision?

But at least, judging from the current Far Eastern frontier, Morgan is doing pretty well.

Horus looked at his sisters with full appreciation.

The face of the Shepherd God was inlaid with that irresistible smile, and his words were sincere that even the Midnight Haunter could not deny. After saying these words, he patted Conrad on the shoulder to show intimacy. , and then let go: after all, Morgan is beside him, in Horus's subconscious. He didn't want to act too arrogantly in front of this [Conrad's mentor].

Although he felt that his gentle, gentle and helpful blood relative would not care about such things, but respecting this kind of beauty is mutual, and if he wanted Morgan to respect him, he should also Always respect Morgan.

The Shepherd God firmly believes in this.

And whether it was the unsuppressable, loving and satisfied smile when Morgan looked at Conrad, or the curiosity and slightly strange smile in Conrad's pupils when facing his Wolf Shepherd, All convinced Horus that he was doing the right thing.

Um……

Although the way his brother Conrad looked at him and the smiles on his lips made the Wolf Shepherd feel a little uneasy.

but……

"It's a lovely scene, isn't it?"

Leman Russ, who was standing aside, pushed Zhuang Sen's arm with his shoulder and elbow, feeling a little sad.

"The progress of our Nostramo boy is really obvious to all: I still remember when I first met him, he was still a little guy who, although not terrible, was a bit annoying. Look. Look now, those brothers who don’t know Kant are really lucky, they are about to know a Nostramo gentleman.”

"..."

"I hope he changes."

Zhuang Sen raised his head and responded rather reservedly. Then, he subconsciously stroked his neck, as if thinking of some not-so-pleasant memories with Conrad.

And all this was seen by Leman Russ, which made the Wolf King smile evilly.

"Don't worry, Conrad will definitely not strangle you now."

"That's not what I meant, Riemann..."

"Because, I have taught that boy how to use a knife, Zhuang Sen."

"..."

Caliban narrowed his eyes.

"Did you do it on purpose? Riemann?"

——————

+Of course not, I just improvised it, but the effect was better than I originally imagined. +

On the high tower that would not be noticed by anyone, the Lord of Humanity's fingers slowly passed over the stone table in front of him, and his vision was firmly attracted to the stone wall embedded in the stone wall. on the window.

Through this window, you can see how the six emperor's heirs walked out of the ruins in laughter while holding each other's shoulders, and disappeared around the corner inside the palace.

The emperor watched all this quietly.

Except for the palmer who was also standing silently, no one could see that there was a fleeting smile on the face of the Lord of Humanity, which was neither sad nor happy: it was like passing through a dull summer night. Like a shooting star, it disappeared so quickly, but it can shine in memory until the end of time.

+You see, when my children met, they didn't just compete and quarrel, right? They can also get along like those mortal brothers, just like I originally expected them to be. +

The Emperor smiled at his only friend, and although the Palmist was stunned for a moment in front of this irresistible smile, at the next moment, he tapped his still painful spine and responded to him unhappily. Lord.

"So, is it also your expectation to have your most beloved child embarrass his uncle?"

+...+

+Don't be so stingy, my friend, you are the one who has the upper hand. +

Malcador glanced at the Emperor.

"I have never heard of a ridiculous story about the winner being more injured than the loser in any competitive game: just by suppressing your son for less than a minute. I will probably spend the next week. I have to live with the pain in my bones.”

"You created a bunch of monsters: of course I had a hand in them."

+They are indeed monsters, but they are my monsters, and I will not let them be hopeless. +

It wasn't until the six Primarchs completely disappeared from his sight that the Emperor shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

+Also, although there are still many things about Horus that cannot be known, my other descendants are also quite polite to you: for example, Saint Gillis or Leman Russ, and Morgan, right? +

"I can't deny that."

Makado thumped his spine.

"Leman Russ is a good boy, and Sanguinius's nature is not bad. As for Morgan, she does have a naughty side in her character. But she is also a character worth relying on. At least, she is better than Her brothers are much smarter.”

+ Yes, that’s why I chose her as the Warmaster’s deputy and your partner in the later stages of the Great Crusade. After all, it seems that there is no possibility of happy cooperation between you and Horus. +

"Thanks to you."

The palm bearer poured himself a glass of water.

"However, when it comes to this, I have another idea, Apocalypse."

+Say it, my friend. +

"Why don't you put Morgan in charge of the Great Crusade after you're gone?"

"Not Warmaster, but give her a position with real power to actually be responsible."

+...+

+Do you want to hear the truth? +

"certainly."

+...+

+The truth is...+

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+She is very capable: her job should not be so easy. +

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