Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Betting on your life? 】

[Did he really say that? 】

"..."

"What does it seem like you don't like about that statement, Morgan?"

【……certainly. 】

The Lord of Avalon was melancholy, but in the end she did not hide anything from her blood relatives who had been raised by her own hands. Her whispers and the spiritual energy surrounding her echoed throughout the hall.

[Listen to me, Konrad: Anyone who wants to be a qualified warrior of the Astartes should not take his own life too lightly. 】

[After all, of course, a soldier of the empire can regard loyalty and responsibility as more important than his own life. This is natural: but if they lack enough respect for life itself, then the so-called loyalty and responsibility in their hearts will , presumably not so reassuring and reliable. 】

"Are you worried about Sevatar's loyalty to me, Morgan?"

Midnight Ghost listened carefully to his sister's words, but he was obviously not worried about it. He dragged a chair next to the Spider Queen and sat down carelessly, not forgetting to put his feet on it. On the windowsill.

[I'm not worried about this. 】

Morgan glanced at her blood relative.

[I am worried about the loyalty of this Nostramo boy who is most favored by you to the Emperor and the Empire: a person who has such contempt for his own life and has no empathy for the pain of others. It is simply impossible to expect him to have a sense of belonging to mankind as a whole. 】

"..."

The smile on Conrad's face stiffened, and Morgan continued.

[According to your description, the child named Savita regards you as an idol, as a belief, and as a god. This is indeed a good thing. There is basically no possibility of him betraying you: but from now on From another perspective, since he has placed all the justice in the world on your head, he will not respect any authority except you. 】

[In other words, once you make some mistakes, there are two endings waiting for Savita: Either he misunderstands your meaning under the instigation of a thoughtful person and goes down the wrong path, or... 】

【……】

The Primarch smiled slightly at his blood relative.

[Don’t forget: this Nostramo boy doesn’t cherish his life at all. 】

"..."

The Midnight Ghost fell silent, and beside him, the Lord of Avalon did not continue the conversation. The two primarchs interrupted it tacitly and began to busy themselves with their own affairs.

Morgan knew very well how much her blood relatives valued the little guy named Sevita: in the past ten years, the name of this Nostramo boy was mentioned again and again in Conrad's mouth. , otherwise, how could the Spider Queen, who has so many things to do, remember a little kid crawling around in the lower levels of the hive city.

That's why Morgan pointed out these hidden dangers in front of Conrad without hesitation, but she stopped there: since the question has been raised, let Conrad think about the answer himself.

After all, Midnight Ghost is already an adult who can think independently and should be responsible for his own thinking. He is no longer the child who needed her care ten years ago, five years ago, or even one year ago. Guy.

On this issue, Morgan has a clear mind. She will never ignore the impact of the passage of time on a person, nor is she so stupid as to be like that bad father on a galactic level: with just thirty years of getting along day and night, she dares to I believe that my precious bald son will be what he was a hundred years ago.

If a caregiver is irresponsible to this extent, then she can only say: This guy deserves to be beaten by his traitor until he becomes paralyzed, paralyzed in bed, and has his head knocked on the chair until it bleeds.

【……snort……】

Thinking of this, Morgan snorted softly, and her mood became a little happy, but this subtle happiness still could not drive away the pain in her mind: even for a great psyker of her level, what Morgan was currently performing The huge spell is still a double torture to the body and soul.

Since the beginning of the spell, the original body's eyebrows have been frowning, and there are also very rare traces of blue veins on her smooth forehead. Her originally beautiful face looks like a goddess of war who is not angry or powerful. , even her unconscious deep breaths can scorch the air next to her arms wantonly, making the entire throne room seem hot and compelling.

There were so many strange things that naturally couldn't escape Conrad's eyes. Midnight Ghost had no time to think about Sevita. He moved next to his sister and felt the trembling of psychic energy in the air.

"Can you hold it?"

Conrad asked in a low voice, and the answer was Morgan's contemptuous sneer.

[Put your heart back in your stomach, Conrad. I have done more difficult things than this many times. I am just a little rusty now: I think back when I was beside Jonson, It is even now necessary to be responsible for the military dispatch of an entire galaxy. 】

[As for now, how about calculating the orbits of just a few satellites? It was nothing to my mind and strength: and fatigue was but the price it deserved. 】

The Primarch paused.

[If you really care about my efforts now, then clean up your damn home planet for me once and for all. I won’t make a special trip to wipe the ass of your home star transformation plan, little one. bastard. 】

The Lord of Avalon opened her eyes. The long exhaustion and calculation made her eyes as sharp as sharp knives, piercing Conrad's face fiercely, and the Primarch of the Night Lords Legion could only open his mouth. Smiling awkwardly, he silently endured the sharp glances from his blood relatives: after all, he was indeed bearing Morgan's huge kindness now.

In fact, in Conrad's current memory, he seemed to have never seen Morgan so strenuous. The Lord of Avalon always faced everything with a calm attitude.

And now, the appearance of the Primarch of Dawnbreaker can even be said to be embarrassing: it was originally carefully groomed, with a tall ponytail, neat side hair and slightly curly silver-white hair with bangs on the forehead. Like a haystack beaten by a heavy rain, it was spread out casually. The curly hair on the forehead was even stuck tightly between the eyebrows and eyes with sticky sweat, blocking the sight of the original body, forcing Morgan to close his eyes. She closed her eyes to prevent hair and sweat from flowing into her pupils.

Similarly, sweat also overflowed freely up and down Morgan's body, like a spring, causing the expensive tight-fitting dress to stick tightly to the pale skin of the original gene, revealing a little flesh color, and the outer layer, It was scattered hair, mixed with skin and clothes.

The Lord of Avalon looked like he had just escaped from an extremely chaotic fierce battle. Every second, Morgan's breathing was heavier and more difficult than the last, like a thousand steel needles. Running between her finger bones.

All these difficulties are seen by Midnight Ghost, but he knows that he can't do anything now. He can't even arrange for the think tanks of Dawnbreaker or Midnight Lord to come in and help Morgan solve the problem: in fact, with two people, Centered on the [Night Veil] where the genetic origin is now, all think tanks in the entire fleet are strictly ordered not to look into the subspace at this time.

The reason why the think tanks are asked to close their third eye is because the current Lord of Avalon is running a grand trick in the Sea of ​​Souls: As early as the end of the Randan War, Conrad had His blood relatives made pleas and received promises.

For this grand spell, Morgan has been adjusting his state since leaving Holy Terra, entering the stage of preparation for the war, and a lot of [energy] accumulated in those two battles will also be invested in In this bottomless pit.

In the face of such huge consumption and the energy it can produce, if ordinary think tanks dare to pry a little bit, they will be greeted by the most miserable fate: just being blinded by the burning air waves of countless souls. , is already the luckiest ending.

The Primarch could not care about them.

Because there can be no mistakes in every step of this long spell: Morgan first burned his own energy, used violent emotions to clear the etheric field corresponding to Nostramo, and let the hurricane of the soul drive away those who dared to stay in the The inanimate beings here, until the Eternal Night Star, temporarily became a pure whirlpool.

After that, the original body's fingers turned into sharp blades in the sea of ​​souls, cutting a hole in the complete galaxy, and then used the raging storm to hollow out the vastness until a temporary space could be cleared. Come out and become a phased product.

This creation cannot be defined, and even Morgan is not sure what it is: some psykers will regard this space as a miniature universe, while others only regard it as a supreme being. Another rift in the sky.

But no matter what, when the Primarch extended his will as a blade and opened a new [crack], the huge space in it was enough to accommodate an entire satellite: the one that has always been blocked between the sun and North In the middle of Telamo, the satellite that plunged the entire Eternal Night Star into a powerful solar eclipse was the target.

When everything was ready, everyone in the fleet, including the Dawnbreakers and Night Lords, including mortals and those psykers who could only observe with the naked eye, witnessed a soul-shaking scene with their own eyes.

The figure of the Lord of Avalon was projected into the unmarked void. Her every smile was even larger than the entire Nostramo. Every breath she took would ignite ivory flames that could wrap the entire fleet. : This barefoot goddess walked out of the fire like the legendary Malik Angel. Then, they only saw Morgan waving his hand.

So, an entire world, an entire satellite of Nostramo, an existence that could block the sun in the sky, was caught by the Primarch's fingertips, and then...

Swallow it.

Disappear.

…

…

The reactions of the mortals, Astartes warriors, and think tanks in the fleet were naturally not of Morgan's interest. She had more important things to do.

Because what comes next is the real highlight of the plan: if the Lord of Avalon fails to handle it well, a disappearing satellite will be enough to cause a catastrophic natural impact on the surface of the main star Nostramo. Therefore, Morgan instead Be extra cautious after this costly spell.

The Primarch's field of vision must include the galaxy where Nostramo is located, including the sun, satellites and countless worlds in his calculations, and carefully adjust the relationship between the Eighth Legion's home planet and the many surrounding celestial bodies. The connection between them will not end until a new orbit is worked out for the satellite that she temporarily contained.

This is a big project. As early as when they visited Holy Terra, the two genetic primates Morgan and Conrad spent countless time and energy with the assistance of many star maids and various computing machines. The best one was found among thousands of plans, and now the Spider Queen must hold this [final plan] in hand to ensure its perfect implementation step by step.

Compared with psychic spells, this is more like solving a magnificent astrophysics problem.

The reason why Conrad insists on placing the location where Morgan answers questions on his [Night Veil] also contains a little personal thought: Midnight Ghost knows very well that his legion will have a relationship with the Dawnbreaker in the future. Conrad also had some thoughts about the relationship between his descendants and Morgan.

At the very least, when the Eighth Legion soldiers surrounding the Night Veil witnessed with their own eyes how the world and the galaxy were running at the fingertips of the Spider Queen, even the most arrogant Night Lord would Spontaneously knowing how to treat my [aunt] with humility.

In a sense, this is similar to the original Dark Angel.

【……】

Of course Morgan knows all this. After all, these methods are just the remaining tricks she played. In her heart, these things don't even need more space to summarize: compared to these, the Lord of Avalon cares more. Specific questions.

So, after the most difficult rituals were over, when Morgan could finally relax a little and fine-tune the movements of those celestial bodies, she took the time to turn her head and glance at Conrad.

[To be honest, Conrad, you came back later than I thought. 】

"Yes, because I spent a little more time on those noble spiers."

Midnight Ghost nodded. There were still blood stains on his shoulder armor that had not been wiped off.

"Although I know that my men are capable of doing their best, I have chosen to take action personally on the most important targets out of an abundance of caution: As we speak, Nostra There is no noble left in Mo Shang."

[It’s really efficient. 】

Morgan smiled.

[Less than ten hours have passed since the airdrop pod dropped your first batch of warriors, and they have already cleared the spiers of the five hives? 】

"It's just a professional counterpart."

Conrad smiled, and he smiled very proudly.

"Their efficiency is even better than I originally expected: I originally thought it would take us at least two nights to solve all this, but now it seems that one night is enough: I have accomplished my main goal, cleaning The nobles on Nostramo, and also have a basic understanding of the big shots in the entire Eighth Legion."

"So, I asked them to continue purging the gangs and families in the lower city of the hive city, while I returned to the Night Veil, because the next battlefield will not be in the hive city and the dirty slaughterhouse. It’s in the calculation of the copywriting and data version.”

"There will be a bloodless war, which is more important than a bloody war."

【……】

[Tell me this: What kind of thing are you going to fight in your next war? 】

"The future of Nostramo, the place of this world in the Empire, and..."

Conrad blinked.

"With my further reforms to the entire Eighth Legion organizational structure."

【……】

"Want to hear it?"

【……】

[Say it. 】

"Well... let me think about it..."

"Where do we begin?"

Midnight Ghost narrowed his eyes.

"Just from..."

"Let's talk about the specially established [Scavenger] force."

I originally planned to write about the purge of Nostramo in detail, but later found that this point did not mean much to the plot, so I deleted it and wrote this one temporarily, so the number of words in this one is not too many.

My take on the Night Lords and Nostramo thing is shorthand, Conrad will tell Morgan his inner thoughts in the next one (so the next one will be a big chapter), and then I'll end Nostramo Rameau's plot.

After all, I've learned my lesson that this kind of unimportant subplot is not a waste of time, and after we deal with Nostramo and Ulan Huda, Morgan will have to fight one of my favorite ambitious characters. Met.

Who is it...

Who obviously doesn’t appear much, but occupies the top five or even top three popularity points in this book?

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