Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In the galaxy, there are always such people.

His ability is indeed excellent, but it is not outstanding and dazzling. His popularity may not be good, but he is not at war with most people. He has his own status and reputation, but he is not as popular as Horus. In that way, it becomes the moon in the sky surrounded by the stars of the Milky Way.

He is outstanding, lonely, and complicated: no one will deny that he has indeed accomplished something by virtue of his own ability, and no one will deny that a person like this will definitely be a man mixed with various elements. It is a concept that is difficult to describe in simple language.

However, when the original bodies finally gathered together and carefully thought about their impressions of this brother, they could only spit out a pale word, as if this inherent concept that tended to be disparaging was already Everything they can imagine: even if they are Primarchs, they are the most theoretically knowledgeable beings in the entire galaxy.

But even though these emperor's heirs, when facing that somewhat unsociable brother, except for the cliché "have big ambitions", no matter how serious they think, they can't stand up and say anything more. Lots of reviews.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds named Guilliman has become synonymous with "ambition" in the human empire, and is a potential separatist that should be guarded against. With the support of this preconceived view, All the bad labels attached to Guilliman became reasonable.

His five hundred worlds are not only the pillars supporting his ambition, but also the consequences of his ambition. His withdrawn and polite attitude when facing his brothers is used to cover up the hypocrisy of that ambition, and even if Guilliman temporarily abandons these if If you stay away and have in-depth communication with other brothers or legions, it is just to greedily absorb the nutritional juice that is beneficial to him from the empire.

Not to mention, often after this kind of exchange, the specialty products of other legions will be obtained in the Thirteenth Legion by a high imitation full of Ultramar style that has never been approved by the owner, and also comes with some Guilliman's self-righteous [Improvement]: This will only make more people naturally hate Macragge's lifelong governor.

Over time, ambition, isolation and greed seem to have become Guilliman's labels. Although his brothers will still admit that he is a superb ruler who has made considerable contributions to the Great Crusade, this does not hinder When the Primarchs mentioned these achievements, they would begin with a snort of contempt, invent a commonplace talk of ambition, and end with a snort of contempt.

It is this contemptuous, irrefutable hostility that keeps Guilliman's name circulating in the courts of the Imperium of Man, becoming more demonized every day than the day before.

However, think on the bright side: this inherent impression has indeed greatly enhanced the presence of the Macragges in the Empire, even in this occasion where the six primarchs gathered together, even if Holy Terra was far away from Ultramar Thousands of miles away, even though Guilliman was not present at all, when the Primarchs fell into an eerie silence, the Lord of the Ultramarines seemed to radiate light and stand in the center of their conversation.

Some people are like this. He is obviously not present, but the topic will always come to him: whether it is contempt or hostility, when the interlocutors mention that person's name, they often have to shake their heads and say Feeling.

Just like now, it was the Wolf Shepherd himself who was sighing.

"One thing I must admit, everyone: although Guilliman always makes us feel inexplicably embarrassed when we mention him, one thing is beyond doubt."

"That is Guilliman's ability, his wisdom, his calculation, his rustling quill. It is another kind of excellence, which is different from war and conquest. When we use knives and swords to When building the territory of the human empire, Guilliman could do the same thing as us with only his quill and his electronic tablet: building his own empire."

The Wolf God placed one of his hands on the statue of Ferus. The metal gauntlet of the original body rubbed against the snow-white marble, causing a slight vibration.

"We all know that our father has played many wise men and kings in history, so I think Guilliman represents the emperor's side as Alexander the Great. A character like him is born to create a world of his own. Imperial."

Such words caused a moment of silence among the Primarch, and then the Fenris took a step forward and took over the conversation, trying to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"You can't say that, Horus."

The Wolf King spread his hands. He tried hard to keep a smile, but he was obviously not suitable for doing this kind of thing, and his words were a little pale.

“All along, Guilliman has been making his own contribution to the Great Crusade like every one of our brothers: Didn’t you just say that he is using his own way to open up territory for mankind? As for Ultramar, it is indeed a bit special, but I don’t think it is Guilliman’s empire.”

"What's more, Guilliman has never said the words New Empire on any occasion."

"That's right."

Without waiting for anyone to react, Sanguinius, who was standing next to Leman Russ, nodded, seemingly in agreement, and then added a sentence lightly and casually.

"Except in his flyers."

【……】

Feeling the gaze in those blue eyes, the archangel turned his head and released his warm smile, as pure as ever.

At the other end, the Wolf Shepherd, who heard Sanguinius's unintentional words, shook his head, sighed, and slapped his palm on the statue. He seemed to have thought of something, and then he also looked at him. Morgan.

"Morgan, my sister, I remember that Guilliman once worked with Ferus to develop a new armored vehicle, and he also invited you to join this project: Do you mind telling us about this project? ?”

[Of course, it’s not a secret, Horus. 】

The Lord of Avalon was stunned for a moment when his name was called, then he narrowed his eyes and walked among the people with a smile: At this time. The six Primarchs had gathered together, with Horus in the center as usual, Sanguinius on one side behind him, and Leman Russ occupying the other side of him alone.

Morgan is opposite the Wolf God, not far away from Horus. Beside her is the [educated person], and Conrad, who is also surrounded by everyone, is behind Jonson: Although the Caliban Relatively speaking, it is on the fringe, but it can be inserted into specific topics at any time.

[Specifically, this is a tank developed by Ferus and the Mechanicum in order to deal with the increasingly difficult opponents in the Great Crusade: they often have huge armored forces and mature military industrial systems. This tank was It was initially named the Sikaran tank and has been undergoing live-fire experiments on the battlefield. 】

[As for Guilliman and I, we provide more financial and material support so that we can obtain all the information records of this tank and be able to further modify it: About six Terran standard months ago, my Dawnbreaker Legion Twenty Sikaran tanks have just been obtained, and they are now undergoing live-fire experiments on the battlefield in the Far Eastern border. 】

"How's the effect?"

The person who asked this question was actually the Lion King standing behind Morgan: he was probably the only one among the people present who cared about the performance of the Xikaran tank.

Morgan looked back at her most trusted and closest brother, she pursed her lips and smiled, then responded to the other originals present with the same smile, and gave a very simple but very affirmative answer.

[If you want me to give a review to the Sikaran tank, then I can only say: In the fields it needs to face, Sikaran is the best choice. 】

"..."

Except for Jonson and Leman Russ, who nodded solemnly, no original body seemed to react to this sentence "Best". Only Horus shook his head and sighed while patting the statue of Ferus. , there was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Ferrus always does the best, Guilliman always has the best, these two are such characters: if you want to ask me about my impressions of the two of them, then I can only That’s my answer to you, Conrad.”

When saying this, the Wolf Shepherd looked at Conrad. Obviously, this was Horus's personal explanation for this new little brother, and then, centered on the nodding Midnight Ghost, The Wolf Shepherd looked around at his brothers and grinned.

"Okay, everyone, don't just stare at me here. Why don't you tell me: Especially you, Leman Russ, don't try to drag me into the water and stand on the shore again."

Among the Primarchs, the Wolf Shepherd's words sparked a burst of laughter, and even the corners of Zhuang Sen's lips curled up slightly.

The Fenris Wolf King who was named made a gesture of surrender, laughed, took a step forward, looked at the statue of Ferus, and then turned to look at Guilliman's.

"I...um...how to say."

The Wolf King smacked his lips.

"Brothers, you also know: I am a barbarian. If you ask me to use the fine words of civilized people to analyze our brothers, I really can't do it. I can only tell you what they told me. a feeling of."

He pointed first to the statue of Ferrus.

"Our brother Ferus is a piece of fine steel, my father, I am simply jealous of his abilities, his calculations and forging, his tactics and command. If Ferus lands on Fenris, Then he will definitely be worshiped as a god.”

"Aren't you considered a god on Fenris? Riemann?"

The Wolf King curled his lips, unhappy.

"If All Father had not punched me in the face in front of all Fenris, I would indeed have become a god on Fenris, my dear brother."

"But if I were to judge the Ferus brothers."

The Wolf King hesitated and shook his head. He walked next to Horus and did the same action as him: reaching out and patting the white marble statue of Ferus.

"He gave me the same feeling as this statue. It stands here, so wise and powerful, which makes me sigh what a perfect work it is: but other than that, I can't say more, I can't think of any bond between me and him, and I can't think of how to praise his character, because I don't know him very well at all. I can't even think of how I can hurt him when necessary. Maybe, it's Maybe it’s because I don’t have enough contact with him.”

"That's normal, Russ: not everyone is Fulgrim after all."

Standing on one side, the Archangel of Baal inserted this sentence just right, making the atmosphere that was originally gloomy due to Leman Russ's words become joyful again. The Wolf King opened his big mouth in time, He smiled exaggeratedly, then turned his gaze and pointed at the statue of Guilliman in the distance.

"As for Guilliman: oh, our great brother of Ultramar."

His voice was exaggerated: when the Wolf King had his hands on his waist, shaking his head and pretending to sigh, the brothers beside him had already begun their deep laughter.

"What should I say about him? I actually don't hate this guy. Although every time the two of us meet, I want to drag him to the arena to have a good exchange, but I admit that Horus just Said: Guilliman is a very capable person, but he is also a very boring person, just like an instrument for reviewing official documents."

The Wolf King snorted heavily, laughed contemptuously, and then pointed his finger at another statue. This statue belonged to the Primarch of the Imperial Fist.

"Conrad, my little brother, I remember that Dorn was one of the primarchs who welcomed you back to the empire. You should have an impression of him: he is the one who always wears golden armor and has short white hair. figure."

"Of course I have an impression."

Conrad smiled in response.

"When I looked at it from a distance, I thought it was a wall. But when I walked in to see it, I realized I was wrong: it was a whole fortress."

The Midnight Ghost's witticism caused a new round of laughter among the original bodies. No one thought it was the wrong words. Conrad's metaphor was just right. Even Leman Russ turned back and was pleased. Patting this brother on the shoulder.

"You're absolutely right, you Nostramo boy: our brother Dorne is a fortress, solid, reliable, and impregnable, but you don't want to stay in it. It's boring as hell, and there's nothing you can do." There’s no bottle to drink from, and there’s no wilderness to run around in, there’s just rocks, rocks and fucking rocks.”

Then, the Wolf King turned his head, narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice slightly, and once again pointed at the statue of Guilliman in the distance, his words seemed to emphasize something.

"But, I say but: even a fortress-like brother like Dorne is much more interesting than Guilliman, who is even more boring than Dorne."

"After all, Dorne is a fortress, and Guilliman is just a walking document processing instrument. In the fortress, you can still see how sturdy and tall it is, as well as the long guns and short cannons inside. As for Guilliman ?What’s so interesting about the rows of numbers that are constantly refreshing?”

Speaking of this, Leman Russ even did not forget to spit: But the Wolf King still seemed to be in high spirits. He did not stop his story, but moved his finger and pointed at the third statue next to him.

"As for the other brothers, let me talk about them now."

Leman Russ cleared his throat.

"Jaghatai, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I haven't even met him. I've only heard stories about him. Those stories are as few as Magnus's brain cells. But I heard, He’s called the Eagle?”

After saying this, the Wolf King cast his gaze towards Horus behind him. After receiving a positive nod from the Wolf Shepherd God, Leman Russ sighed casually.

"Eagles are smart animals. They have sharp eyes that can see the truth clearly on the ground, tough wings that can fly far away, and sharp claws and beaks: when he makes up his mind, his enemies But be careful, every true eagle has the courage to risk his life."

The Fenrisian's tone was brisk, as if he were telling a joke. Behind him, the Wolf Shepherd was winking at Morgan.

"If I remember correctly, my dear sister, you and Chagatai have also met. I remember that there were some minor conflicts and misunderstandings between you. I am here to apologize to you on his behalf."

Horus's low voice naturally could not escape the ears of other Primarchs, but both Sanguinius and Conrad seemed to be attracted by Leman Russ's words. Only Jonson was interested, but Before he could speak, Morgan had already taken a step faster and answered the Wolf Shepherd.

[No problem, Horus: Jaghatai and I have reached a compromise a long time ago. Do you still remember the spiritual scripture? In this common cause, the eagle and I have quite a lot in common. Cooperation, without his great help, I would not have been able to finish writing the psionic scripture so quickly. 】

"Glad to hear that, sister: speaking of the Psionics Codex, I've been waiting for its sequel, and the Librarian team within the Luna Wolves couldn't be more complimentary about this book."

【……】

Morgan blinked.

How come the team urging her to update has grown so big without even realizing it?

The Shepherd God smiled, his bright eyes narrowed into a long and narrow shape, and he tentatively extended his friendship to Morgan.

"If possible, I would welcome you as a guest on the Vengeful Spirit: I hope you can explain the more advanced parts of the psychic festival to my think tanks. You can inform me in advance, and I can also Invite a few more brothers, or their heirs."

The Shepherd God stretched out his hand and came to Morgan, and the Lord of Avalon took a second to carefully look at this invitation that was undoubtedly mixed with many elements. At this moment, it seemed that there was no People care what Leman Russ said there: not to mention Jonson who has been watching here, even Conrad and Sanguinius glanced at the Wolf Shepherd intentionally or unintentionally. The junction with the Spider Queen.

And just when Johnson, who was behind Morgan, was eager to use his superb emotional intelligence to deal with this invitation on Morgan's behalf, the Lord of Avalon, who was aware of this, had already taken a step forward and held Horus' hand.

[Of course: if I have time. 】

"I'm sure you'll have time."

The Wolf Shepherd had a smile on his face.

"After all, the Great Crusade is still very long. It may take us another century to regain those territories on the galactic border. I believe we have enough opportunities to fight side by side."

Morgan smiled as well.

[It is not necessary to fight side by side, but we will indeed cooperate in other undertakings. Horus, maybe by then, I will have to wait for your attitude. 】

"..."

Horus didn't quite understand what Morgan said, but the Spider Queen did not continue to answer him. Instead, she turned around and listened to Leman Russ's instructions.

At this time, Leman Russ was akimbo, grinning, pointing at the statues soaring into the sky in the distance, commenting on them one by one, with a spicy but not serious tone.

"Mortarion, well, I've only worked with him a few times, but I can tell you the best way to work with him: you and him only need to meet once before the war to discuss your respective goals. , it is best to clearly distinguish the war zone, and then say goodbye. Do not meet or talk to each other during the entire war. You do not need to help him, and do not ask him for help. After completing your own goals, you can go home directly. This is The best way to work with Mortarion."

"Riemann was right."

Zhuang Sen crossed his two arms together, hugged them in front of his chest, and nodded seriously.

"The Fourteenth Legion and I have fought together once, and that was when I just returned: the cooperation with Mortarion is like this, we divide the battle zone, and then each does his or her own thing. There is no one better than him. A collaborator."

"Except for the pre-war meeting, we never even exchanged a word during the entire joint operation, not even asking about the other side's war situation, and he didn't bother me: there is no better collaborator than him. "

"..."

【……】

Jonson's words were so sincere that even his brothers could not face the sincerity in them.

But what was different from the raised eyebrows and silence of the others was that Sanguinius, who was standing behind Horus, raised the corners of his lips, leaned behind the Wolf God, and put a hand on Horus. On his shoulder, he used the smile of Horus as his shield and threw a blow at Jonson.

"Listen to what you mean, Jonson, the cooperation with Morgan does not satisfy you: after all, our sister seems to be a talkative figure, doesn't she? I think she must also like to propose herself in joint operations. The one with the opinion?”

"...!"

Anyone could hear Jonson's sharp breath after receiving this question: The Caliban seemed not to have expected the possibility of Sanguinius saying these words, and saw his eyes widen. Opening his mouth, a drop of sweat flowed out of the golden hair unconsciously.

"No...not...I...that's not what I meant."

The originally calm Lord Caliban disappeared. Jonson's fingers were feebly trying to grab something in the void. After a while, he saw Morgan with a somewhat panicked look. He pursed his lips and licked them again. After a while, he reluctantly organized his own words.

"You know, Morgan, that's not what I meant."

At this moment, Caliban's Lion showed unprecedented melancholy.

"I'm not saying that my cooperation with you is not the best, Morgan, I just mean that... the cooperation with Mortarion is one kind... is another... excellent, you and him are different, Mo Talion’s style is more… worry-free.”

【……】

This time, even Conrad next to him turned his head and added.

"You mean, Morgan and I's style makes you feel uneasy?"

"...Of course not!...I..."

Caliban retorted to the Midnight Ghost with an almost instinctive roar. Then, he licked his dry lips again, his voice was staccato, and he kept spitting out short and out of tune words, but in the end, he couldn't say anything. Out.

So, he simply fell silent.

He looked at Morgan silently.

Even if he didn't know what to say, Zhuang Sen was sure that this kind of eye contact was the most effective way of communication between him and Morgan.

They had done this a long time ago: whenever he and Morgan could not reach cooperation in words, they would look at each other and see in each other's pupils what words could not express.

However, the Lion King at this moment was purely worried: Sanguinius's provocation did not register in Morgan's eyes at all. She also knew that the archangel was not malicious. After all, for Morgan and Sanguinius's level, Said, this kind of overly obvious provocation is just a way to have fun.

Only Zhuang Sen's reaction to this was somewhat beyond Morgan's expectations.

Therefore, the Lord of Avalon looked at her brother calmly. From those blue pupils, there was a light that made Zhuang Sen feel at ease: almost the next moment, the Caliban man became serious. He coughed and became the chilling Lord of Dark Angels again.

When Morgan turned his head, looked past the awkward smile on Horus's face, and looked at Sanguinius, the archangel gave in obediently. He shrugged his shoulders to apologize, and then He obediently retreated behind Horus and put up the Wolf Shepherd as his shield.

At this time, only Conrad was still paying attention to Leman Russ's comments: The Wolf King had unknowingly finished talking about Vulkan, but no one cared about the original body of the Salamander. He may be the only character who is paler than Ferus in appearance, or is Ferus paler than him?

At this time, the Wolf King pointed his finger at the statue of Perturabo.

"The Man of Steel."

The Wolf King hesitated.

"I'm not sure who is more suitable to be called steel, him or Ferus. I prefer to believe that they are two forms of steel: Ferus is the steel in the forge, and Perturabo is the steel on the battlefield. Steel.”

"What's the difference?"

Conrad asked from behind the Wolf King. This question made Leman Russ turn around, put his hands behind his back, and thought about it with some hesitation.

"The steel in the furnace is used to build a good weapon, while the steel on the battlefield is used to kill the opponent at all costs: the former requires precision and calculation, and what it fears most is losing these calm mentality. After all, Making weapons is always a meticulous job."

"The latter needs to be fanatical and not afraid of sacrifice. What they fear most is losing their firm belief and persistence in beauty. After all, the endless consumption of being devoted to the battlefield will inevitably require awareness and persistence far beyond ordinary people."

"To put it simply, do you think Ferrus should not have lost his cool, and Petrabo should not have lost his fortitude?"

Conrad's head tilted slightly, and he looked at Leman Russ in astonishment: Although he had long known that the King of Fenris was a smart man, he was still smarter than the Midnight Ghost imagined.

"I didn't say that."

The Wolf King smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense to them then. These words are what I said. I don't want to face those angry steel. Whether it is in the furnace or on the battlefield, it is very deadly."

The Fenrisian scratched his head and shook his head mockingly, making his brothers laugh. This time, it was Horus' turn to take over his words.

"Riemann was right."

"Ferrus is the best forger I have ever seen, one of the few, and Petolab is the best siegeer I have ever seen, and one of the few. They are both in their respective Be the best in the field. Although it is steel, there is no need to compare the two of them. Even their respective legions bearing the name of steel are walking in two different war fields."

Conrad glanced at the Faun, a sly look in his eyes.

"If it were you, Horus, how would you use these two legions?"

This dangerous question, accompanied by Midnight Ghost's sincere attitude, made Horus unable to refuse. He had to think seriously, and then answered in a purely objective tone under the gaze of several Primarchs. .

"If it were me..."

"If I wanted to defeat my opponents, make them realize the power of the Imperium of Man, and become part of the Great Crusade, then I would order the Iron Hands into action."

"However, if I encounter more stubborn and unreasonable enemies, those aliens who do not deserve the forgiveness of the Human Empire, and I need to completely eliminate them from the galaxy, then I will send out the Iron Warriors: of course there are other legions more Suitable for this job, but if you choose between these two legions, the Iron Warriors are more suitable for making an enemy completely kneel before the flag of the empire. They have the best determination and perseverance among all legions, before their enemy falls. , they will never stop their offensive."

"Of these two legions, one will leave precise cutting fields on the battlefield, while the other will end the war with countless blood. But some wars require precision, and some wars require ruins. This is something we cannot escape, There is no superiority or inferiority between the two of them, only their respective fields are more suitable.”

The Wolf God had a serious face, and his words were impeccable. Even Conrad could only nod his head in approval. After seeing that his brothers were so approving of his answer, Horu also smiled. Si's face, he turned to look at Leman Russ.

"Go on, brother: you are better suited to preside over this conversation than any of us."

There is another update tonight. I will adjust the writing style and delete some unnecessary plots. It is a bit delayed now. I must complete Tyra’s plot this week.