Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 459 Conrad: I’m here to... bring this family together!

"……well……"

# Midnight Ghost Sigh#

"Tell me about it, Cy: What do you think of friendship?"

"Well... when I was on Nostramo, I would distribute the unused loot or trophies to other people in the gang to prevent them from stumbling upon me and to solve a lot of daily troubles. : Every gang member I know does this, especially the bosses and godfathers at the top of the gang, who are always the most generous people."

"They told me that this is called friendship: keep yourself strong and fierce, and then give to others what you have and are willing to give up, whether it is treasures or help, and then receive intangible benefits from others. Thanks, or equal repayment, over time, they will become your friends and will be willing to die for you."

"This is friendship I know: I've seen it used to build empires in darkness"

"..."

# Midnight Ghost Silence#

That's called selling stolen goods...that's not right! That's called buying people's hearts...that's not right, your behavior is just selling stolen goods and buying people's people's hearts!

Conrad grinned and scratched the roots of his teeth absentmindedly: Ever since the conversation with the Emperor on Holy Terra, Midnight Ghost felt a sore tooth for a long time. For the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, , this is an emergency response he would express when he has a premonition of impending disaster.

But this time, the situation looked a little worse: the damn prophecy in his mind once again demonstrated his instability, and the Midnight Ghost did not foresee the misbehavior of his heirs here.

Conrad could only sigh in his heart: This so-called prophecy is indeed as unreliable as it is. I am afraid that only the stupidest race will pin their destiny on this thing. Above, right?

Yes, the kind of idiot who is so stupid that he would blow up his home planet and civilization, his own empire and the galaxy.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Conrad's face. He turned his head and spit out the unchewed peel: After all, he was also a Primarch. Before Sevatar could react, what happened? By the time it happened, Midnight Ghost had already stabilized his mind and figured out what to do next.

But until then...

Isn't this a wonderful live test?

Test his game, his current ability to perform on the spot?

At that moment, Conrad remembered what Morgan said about "on-the-spot testing": Although he hated this word very much in the past, if he thinks about it carefully now, it is really a wonderful word, worthy of his promotion in the entire legion...

The original body smiled, but Sevatar in front of him had become serious. The darkness in the forest illuminated Conrad's eyes, and the whispers of other battle brothers around him allowed the Prince of Crows to start more calmly. his thinking.

"Did I do something wrong, Father?"

"...No, the responsibility is mine, Sai."

"Really...then it seems that I did do something wrong."

"..."

After spending three seconds lamenting how his cub could be so great, Conrad lowered his head and showed a kind, but somewhat sarcastic smile to his Prince of Crows.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Faced with the question from the Gene Father, Sevatar first lowered his head and glanced at the disemboweled delivery truck not far away: In the Dawnbreaker Legion, or any Astartes Legion, this It was just an ordinary delivery truck, and he didn't expect that it would involve anything big.

However, considering that his genetic father had allowed him to use this car to feed himself before, and now, he was said to have caused a big trouble, then the thing that went wrong should be: the Prince of Crows glanced at the center of the square , the two Primarchs who were chatting.

Is one of them involved...

But what do they have to do with tortillas? Or is there really a Primarch that can eat enough carbohydrates to choke three teams to death?

Leman Russ is not here...

Muttering secretly, Savita just blinked, raised his head, and responded to his father with a positive tone.

"I will...distribute them."

"Distribution?"

Conrad sounded like he wanted to laugh, but Sevita nodded firmly.

"Yes: it is only given to a dozen battle brothers who are taking turns to rest, which is a bit biased: there are also a dozen battle brothers who are standing guard. I should treat them equally, so I will distribute things to those ultramarines... "

"Ultramarines?"

Midnight Ghost's voice is frivolous.

"...and the Dawnbreaker."

"Especially Dawnbreaker: I will personally hand over Lord Rana's copy."

Sevatar blinked.

Good: at least he knew it was the big shot he was pissing off.

However, if it is Morgan...

"Father."

Sevatar lowered his voice, a hint of anticipation escaping from his throat.

"I heard them say that the Lord of Avalon has a very... gentle personality, isn't he?"

"Perhaps this was originally the night supplies she sent us, maybe?"

The Prince of Crows hesitated for a moment: of course he knew that his idea was a bit fanciful, but when he thought about it, there were rumors about the Lord of Avalon among the legions and even mortals: this only female original body not only had a kind and kind personality, but also treated Her heirs and the soldiers of other legions are also equally polite. If it were her, it would not be impossible for her to do such a thing.

"..."

"Listen to me, Cy: imagination has never been your strong point."

After hearing Sevita's conjecture, Conrad just raised his eyebrows and forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth, making the muscles of his cheeks appear a little stiff, maintaining a kind of expression between seriousness and non-smiling. Weird gesture.

In this way, the Midnight Ghost remained silent for a while, then hummed softly, bent down, and patted the Crow Prince on the shoulder, with an inexplicable sadness in his tone.

"Okay, just do as you say."

Conrad licked his lips.

"After distributing it, don't forget to find a better place to hide it."

"Don't worry, father."

Sevatar vowed.

"When that little girl found me before, I took her and hid the truck in a secret place. Now, I just need to put it back again: I can assure you that It is a safe, stable, great, seamless, flawless, perfect place that no one can find except me.”

"That's good."

Conrad nodded. He was satisfied with the solution proposed by Savita: Now that the problem has arisen, let's get as many people involved as possible and share the cost of mistakes equally. This is really a nostalgic, A Nostramo-inspired solution.

Dead Taoist friends also die poor Tao: Great problem-solving ideas, love comes from midnight ghosts.

As for the consequences: anyway, with the reputation of his Midnight Ghost, Morgan can't cut Savitar into slices and eat it with salt. The worst he can do is mortgage his Savitar to Morgan for a while and serve as a military attache by her side. What's more, it can also allow him to learn Morgan's methods and wisdom so that he can take over Conrad's class in the future.

…

What a great idea!

Thinking of this, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion glanced boredly at the location he and Trazin had scheduled: For some reason, the damn Necron was obviously late. Maybe it was because of the security situation inside Hera Fortress. beyond their original expectations.

But this is not the issue that Conrad needs to focus on now, because behind him, he vaguely heard the people at the banquet looking for him, the Primarch who left the table: he had been gone for a little too long.

"Go ahead: remember to stuff those Dawnbreakers a little extra, they have immunity."

"Also, first confirm whether the hiding place you mentioned is reliable: No matter what you are doing, or especially when doing delicate work such as remedying mistakes, before you act, you must You need to determine your own retreat and trump card.”

"Remember: a timely escape is greater than a tragic victory, Cy."

After waving his hands, as if he was teaching his heirs, Conrad turned and left in the respectful voice of Severta: He did not notice that when his Prince of Crows followed his instructions, When he went to check the hiding place, the direction in which Savita was heading seemed to be the same as the direction that Conrad had just observed...

Amazingly consistent.

As for Conrad himself, when he was halfway there, he secretly muttered the promise of the Prince of Crows in his heart.

Well, a safe, stable, great, seamless...

hiss……

Why is this sentence so familiar?

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"Because it's special."

"Because he is so special, so special that you only need to meet him once, and you will still remember him deeply."

When asked by Ms. Euton why he was so familiar with his black-haired brother, in front of Conrad and Morgan, Guilliman could only squeeze in his face as much as possible. A sincere smile.

Although this smile looked a little dark and scary under the stiff skin and the light, Conrad felt comfortable looking at it: he even laughed a few times in response to his Ultramar brothers.

"Yes, the first meeting between me and Robert was still deeply remembered by him."

When Midnight Ghost's lips uttered the affectionate name [Robert], his tongue and teeth rubbed ambiguously, successfully raising goosebumps under Guilliman's earlobe: the light illuminated this person. This precious scene was captured perfectly by the eyes of Midnight Ghost.

But Ms. Euton could not see this scene. Compared with the two primarchs, she was still too short and lacked the height to observe the details of the face. Therefore, the Lord of Macragge The adoptive mother calmly and boldly approached the pale-faced primarch with confidence and boldness, amidst Guilliman's increasingly rapid breathing, and observed the midnight ghost with some curiosity: the primarch's adoptive mother had heard of this before. Man, although both he and his Eighth Legion could be described as infamous.

But in reality...

"The impression you give me tells me that you are a very polite man, Mr. Conrad."

"Of course: I am one of the most cultivated descendants of the Lord of Humanity."

Yudun raised his head and stated his conclusion very seriously, while the pale-faced gene principle grinned and seriously agreed with her conclusion: behind them, there were only silent faces. The Lord of Avalon and the Macraggeans who lowered their heads fell into an extremely awkward silence.

Guilliman coughed, and his voice was like a barely suppressed cry, mixed with a trembling voice that was amused by the ridiculous words: Or rather, laughing so hard that he shed tears?

But Conrad had no time to pay attention to the small differences, because he soon discovered one thing: although his prediction had deceived him in many things, it was very true in one thing. real.

That is: the foster mother of Guilliman in front of her is indeed a very courageous person.

Well, from a mortal perspective.

After all, Conrad believed that he was still a bit of a deterrent: but this guy just got a little good looks from him, so he came up to him with a smile on his face, took his hand, and pretended that he wanted to An old...old lady who sat down with him and had a heart-to-heart talk.

A little too courageous?

Look at those mortal bureaucrats, they avoid me: learn from them!

"!!!"

enough! Don't come any closer!

"..."

Out of instinct, Conrad wanted to throw away the hand of Ms. Euton, but he soon felt the disapproving gaze from Morgan and the naked threatening gaze from Guilliman. : The Lord of Macragge's pupils were as bright as fire, clearly telling his brother that if he dared to use force, the dagger of sincerity would be unsheathed in the next second.

Conrad hesitated.

Then, he squatted down, trying his best to look as kind as possible, and listened to the insinuations from the mortal woman in front of him: This Ms. Yodon asked about his relationship with his legion, and about North. The current situation and future of Telamo, between the lines, I just want to know how Nostramo and Avalon get along, so as to deduce the relationship between the Five Hundred Worlds and the Far Eastern Frontier.

The worries and thoughts of mortals are so easy to guess and boring.

#Midnight ghost-style taunt#

If it weren't for the two blood brothers behind him who smiled at each other and frowned when they faced him, he would have dared to chat with this Ms. Euton here: Who cares about you Macragges? Are people worried that their cooperation with Avalon lacks a firm link?

Why don't you try to get these two hypocritical guys behind me together: they are obviously the ones in charge.

Conrad only felt that his cheeks were a little stiff. After hearing Ms. Euton ramble for almost thirty sentences, Midnight Ghost clearly felt something: outside the banquet square, there seemed to be a cold metal machine, which was moving Moving forward quietly in the shadows.

"..."

Conrad was silent for a moment, and he tapped Morgan's mind with psychic energy, but Morgan seemed immersed in the conversation with Guilliman and showed no reaction: Or maybe she was very relieved about the so-called Tara. pungent?

He wanted to be as polite as possible, and took his hand away from the pull of Ms. Yudun: but just moved it, making the mortal woman stand a little unstable, and the Midnight Ghost immediately felt A burning gaze shot into his back.

That damn Macragge!

Why is this Guilliman such a mommy boy? Like a Dawnbreaker.

Conrad cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he reached out his hand and supported Ms. Youdun in time. After completely passively gaining another wave of favor from the old man, he continued unwillingly. Mortal games with her.

As for that Trazin...

Love whoever you want, he doesn't care.

——————

Anyway, he has done his part.

Other things have nothing to do with him.

The overlord of Solenums knocked on the standard delivery truck next to him, stood in the shadows, and quietly waited for the person to connect with him: his emotional processor that had been operating for countless millennia. Inside, an emotion called impatience is brewing.

Frankly speaking, Trazin didn't actually want to take on this mission. After all, this mission not only required infiltrating the Hera Fortress, which was heavily guarded by the Ultramarines, but it was also entirely Morgan's inspiration. Only Morgan and Kang were involved in the entire plan. Raad and Trazyn had discussed it with each other, and the maiden of the Primarch had not even had time to know.

But there is no way, who told the ambitious Macragge to always have a special status in Morgan's heart: Putting aside other things for the moment, just the word "Eight Thousand Think Tank" came out, Guilliman's In the eyes of the Lord of Avalon, any behavior becomes a move that needs to be considered seriously, or at least treated carefully.

Even if you know it was an unintentional move.

Who said it was Guilliman? Even if it was an unintentional move by him, the rich wealth and powerful energy revealed behind it were enough to make anyone with a heart break into a cold sweat: For example, the Lord of the Ultramarines was just talking While smiling, he revealed his knowledge about the internal situation of other legions in a playful manner, which was enough for the Lord of Avalon to urgently summon her brother and her image director behind the smile to plan an attack on the interior of Hera Fortress. The spying started.

Doesn't it mean that Guilliman and the Ultramarines are mostly alienated from other legions because of their image? Doesn't it mean that Guilliman is not very close to his brothers due to his political considerations?

Then how did he do it, knowing the internal situation of other legions so well that he was so accustomed to this situation that he could tell it as a joke in the conversation?

The more carelessly the Lord of Macragge told those secrets, the more Morgan broke into a cold sweat when he thought about it in the future: So, of course, the overlord of the Necrons was caught off guard and kicked into the cave by Morgan. Go inside the fortress to spy on the possible intelligence system within the Ultramarines Legion.

It would be great if we could get their lurking lists in other legions: although the Spider Queen doesn't want to use this list for anything, in the final analysis, what she wants is peace of mind.

"The weak heart of a mortal."

Trazin sighed coldly. Although he was not interested in this plan at all, he still completed it with due diligence: sneaking into the interior of Hera Fortress and copying a summary file of the Thirteenth Army's intelligence work. It was indeed There are some difficult things, but compared to the archaeological undertakings he once conducted, this is just "somewhat difficult".

Yes, Trazin completed this task brilliantly, but it took a little longer: he stuffed a lot of copies into the delivery truck, making the entire delivery truck look heavy.

Now, just waiting for his connector to take away the truck, he can do something that he is really interested in: among other buildings in Macragge, there are many places of great archaeological value...

Thinking of this, there was a hint of expectation in Necron's voice, and it was in this expectation that he finally heard the footsteps of the recipient approaching.

"……It's you?"

Before the person arrives, the sound has already arrived. Accompanied by the sound of the grass being gradually pulled apart, a girl with pink hair appeared in front of the Necron Overlord: Virgo frowned suspiciously. Although she knew the image summary of this mother, she had no idea at all. , why does this guy appear here.

Trazin didn't care. He stretched out his hand and pushed the heavy truck in front of the maid's seat. After the latter's somewhat confused knot, he showed off proudly.

"Everything is here, and it's all well kept. Get it quickly: for safety reasons, I've also added a few genetic locks on it. Don't worry, your mother can unlock them."

"……All right?"

Virgo nodded again, her eyebrows furrowed, she didn't understand at all how valuable the contents of this cargo box were, to the point where a genetic lock was needed?

Isn’t it just tacos?

Virgo murmured, and in the chest of Solramus's overlord, a metallic laughter arose. He turned and left. The green light quickly disappeared into the darkness, and he walked towards Marku full of expectation. The main town of Lage.

Behind him, Virgo was also dragging this standard delivery truck, slowly walking towards her genetic mother.

"..."

It wasn't until a few minutes later, when both of them disappeared into the darkness of the forest, that there was another rustling sound, breaking the moment of tranquility: I saw Savita dragging the car that was already two-thirds empty. The standard delivery truck came to this foolproof hiding place that he personally selected, and he patted the fallen leaves on his shoulder armor with some boredom.

He came back later than he expected: Who knew that the group of Dawnbreakers could be so chatty in private, and they could chat for a while even with his newly recognized battle brother.

But forget it.

It's harmless.

The Prince of Crows smiled.

Counting the time, it was almost time for his rotation. After he completed his rotation...

There should be no problem.

——————

"..."

No.

The problem is huge.

"..."

Conrad breathed deeply.

He didn't know what kind of mentality he had when he watched Virgo dragging the truck to the front of the two primarchs. He didn't know what kind of mentality he had when he listened to Morgan speaking to Guilliman with interest. Introduce the tortillas, a specialty on the Dawn Goddess, and invite him to open them and taste them together.

Why are you so generous this time?

There is no need to take care of Guilliman, who has been neglected by Ms. Euton!

Midnight Ghost only felt a bit of a sore tooth, because just now, his prophetic fantasy was a crazy warning in his mind: Of course he knew that there was no damn tortillas in this truck. Damn it, you Dawnbreaker Legion are just like this. Isn't there a second kind of delivery truck? .

When I think of the scene where the official documents of the Ultramarines in the transport truck were opened in front of Guilliman...

"..."

No, this aesthetic scope is still too advanced for him.

Conrad gritted his teeth, and his brain had to start working at full speed, thinking about the current solution: telling Morgan that there was a problem in the truck. It was obviously too late. The two original bodies were already standing on the edge of the truck. In front of him, even Morgan might not be able to get around it.

So……

Conrad took a deep breath.

Then, he glanced at Ms. Youdun standing next to him, and the woman's concerns about whether the future cooperation prospects between Five Hundred Worlds and the Far East Frontier were stable were still in his ears.

...It’s just you.

The Midnight Ghost laughed. He stretched out his arms to hug the mortal lady, and then raised his voice so high that dozens of people nearby could hear it clearly: that sharp voice attracted the attention of the person in front of him in an instant. Two Primarchs opening the delivery truck.

"Ms. Euton."

"You are worried about the future of this great collaboration between us."

The original body smiled exaggeratedly, and his performance made it unclear to everyone what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Midnight Ghost: until the Lord of the Eighth Legion took a few steps forward and stretched out his arms in an extremely smooth manner. , holding Morgan with his left hand, and Guilliman with his right hand.

"I personally think that if you want to consolidate cooperation between the Five Hundred Worlds and the Far Eastern Frontier, there is a method that is very effective: a very ancient method, a method that everyone present knows."

The sound of the last words covered half of the square.

Conrad stared at Joden closely. He felt the doubtful gaze of Guilliman on the left and the cold gaze of Morgan on the right. He tried hard to keep his voice from trembling.

——————

"A political marriage."

"how?"

——————

"..."

"..."

【……】

silence.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"...cough...cough..."

Regardless of what happened to the Lord of Avalon, whose atmosphere was so gloomy that he could have pinned Conrad to the chopping board and killed him ten times or eight times. On the contrary, it was the Archon of Macragge who reacted first. Amid the uproar, he coughed in embarrassment.

"Stop it, brother."

Guilliman smiled reluctantly.

"It's obviously impossible: it's like a fairy tale, it's not feasible."

"Yes, Ms. Euton."

"...Ms. Euton?"

Ms. Euton.

Don't let your eyes shine, Ms. Euton!