Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"How time flies, Morgan. In the blink of an eye, you and Conrad will be leaving Macragge: I will miss the friendship the three of us have forged in this short time. I will stick to the agreements we made in the name of Ultramar to the death."

"In addition, I also welcome you and Conrad at any time to come and sit in Macragge. As a friend: I have left you the highest-standard guest rooms in Hera Fortress, and their owners will always It will all be you.”

[I think Ms. Youton asked you to say this last sentence? 】

"...Cough! Cough! Cough!"

…

Frankly speaking, although there are no outsiders near the three original bodies now, and Morgan's words are only slightly joking, even Conrad, the only bystander, is speaking in a kind-hearted way. He stared at this place with malicious eyes.

But despite this, facing the question raised by the Lord of Avalon, the Archon of Macragge could only cover up the past with an embarrassed cough after being silent for a while.

"this……"

Guilliman hesitated in a rare moment. He first turned his head slightly and glanced at Ms. Euton standing in the crowd in the distance. Then he resumed his iconic ceremonial smile, stretched out his hand, and held it with Morgan: far away It seemed as if the two Primarchs were discussing some important matter.

"Please forgive me, sister."

There was a weakness in Guilliman's voice that Morgan had never seen in him before.

"Although we all know that Conrad's words are just a joke, Ms. Euton is only a mortal after all. When she thinks about many issues, she still stands from the perspective of a mortal: so, if she is in the future, If it has caused you any trouble, please forgive me."

[Don't worry, Robert, I will: and I also believe that with Ms. Euton's wisdom and calm mind, she will not do such a thing that would embarrass us all. 】

Morgan smiled back, reassuring her brother.

Of course she knew what Guilliman meant: Ms. Euton and Morgan were close pen pals. Although they could not see each other often, they were in constant contact through letters. It was inevitable that this lady would Revisiting old things in a certain letter.

"I certainly hope so."

Guilliman smiled a little reluctantly.

Although the Primarch had spent a lot of time during the night trying to persuade his adoptive mother, and Ms. Euton agreed with Guilliman's views as a politician, the Primarch still felt that it was necessary for him to be with Morgan. , and get another vaccination.

After all, Ms. Euton is not only a politician, she is also the mother of the original body: especially when ladies of her age are retiring home to take care of their grandchildren, it is inevitable that they will Create more feelings in this woman's heart.

In fact, starting from ten years ago, when those Macragge officials of the same generation as Ms. Euton reached retirement age, they brought their families and grandchildren to bid farewell to the Primarch and left from Killi When Manna received their retirement reward and held a farewell dinner for them alone.

Whenever these old acquaintances staged a feast of children and grandchildren in front of her, the Primarch responsible for entertaining them would feel a resentful look from her dear adoptive mother.

Thinking of this, the original body felt very sad: although his ultramarines were outstanding elites from all angles, unfortunately, these tall and powerful sons of Guilliman could only not satisfy Ms. Yodon's desire to be able to hold her in her arms. Yi Nong Sun's legitimate needs.

"I think it is possible for me to visit your Ultramar frequently."

Just as the atmosphere between the two Primarchs gradually turned cold due to this inappropriate topic, Conrad, who was standing aside, blinked, took a step forward, and intervened at the right time, with a smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile also succeeded in easing the stiffness on Guilliman's face.

"If my recruitment is a big success, brother, maybe I will bother your Five Hundred Worlds more in the future: I think you will allow me to recruit soldiers in your marginal wild worlds, right? "

"Of course, Conrad."

Skipping the embarrassing topic, the original body's words became fluent again.

"If you want, then the eastern border between my Ultramar and Morgan's Avalon, that is, the vast space with the agricultural world Sousa as its core, can be used as your eighth legion. The special recruitment area: the soldiers there will be used to fighting in the desolate edge of the galaxy. They do not conform to the traditional style of the Thirteenth Legion, but I believe that they can definitely be used by you."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Midnight Ghost raised two fingers in greeting to his brother.

“However, I think I’d better consider Nukedia’s military resources first: after all, after this recruitment, that area may no longer be able to contribute any of its strength, and you must be prepared to lose them, brother. "

"……what do you mean?"

The original body frowned. He smelled something unusual in Conrad's words, and quickly turned his attention to Morgan. Faced with Guilliman's inquiry, the Lord of Avalon did not Conceal their mission.

[This is it, Robert: Just a few hours ago, Conrad and I received orders from the Emperor. We need to immediately lead our fleet to the Nucadian space domain to join the Emperor's fleet. . 】

"Nukedia..."

Guilliman whispered the name. Compared to the entire Five Hundred Worlds, Nucadia is undoubtedly a place that is completely ignored, but after just frowning and thinking for a few seconds, the original body keenly captured this remote place in his vast memory. corner.

"I remember them: most of the worlds in that space have sworn allegiance to my five hundred worlds at most a year ago. Although Nucadia is not among the ranks of loyalists, in a broad sense, That place still falls within the scope of responsibility of me and my legion..."

Having said this, the Lord of Macragge suddenly raised his head, and the noble golden flame burned brightly in his pupils: it was the common song of responsibility, loyalty and family affection.

"My brothers and sisters, maybe you can wait a moment: I will go and summon my Chapter Masters. The messenger and fleet will set off within the hour. Please wait a moment and I will contribute my share to your mission. strength."

Having said this, the Primarch even shook his head in shame.

"However, if the time for the expedition is too urgent, I may not be able to summon the full strength of the Thirteenth Legion: a rough calculation shows that I may only be able to lead a medium-sized team of less than 90,000 people. I don't know this. Can anyone help me?"

【……】

Morgan, the Lord of the Dawnbreakers, has a total army strength of about 46,000.

"..."

Conrad, Lord of Midnight, has a total legion of about twenty-seven thousand men.

[Oh, not this time, Guilliman. 】

After a moment of silence, Morgan still smiled and shook her head. She leaned forward slightly so that she could lower her voice in the Lord Macragge's ear.

[This is a confidential mission of the emperor, and it will involve the field of psychic energy. 】

"...Psionics..."

After hearing this word, the flame that was originally burning in Guilliman's pupils was extinguished silently. In the end, he could only nod his head with reluctance.

"Okay, but if you need help with anything, please inform me at any time. Before you complete this Nukedia mission, I will always order the main force of the Thirteenth Army to maintain a high degree of mobility and be ready at any time. I can go and support you.”

"In addition, I will also sign a supreme decree later, requiring all worlds allied with Macragge along the way to provide the highest level of unconditional support for your fleet: please be sure to take it, Morgan, if any world dares If there is a will that resists this decree, leave it alone and let me deal with them.”

Having said this, Guilliman's serious face finally had some majesty that made Conrad awe-inspiring. Midnight Ghost raised his eyebrows and looked at his sister, who was already accustomed to this. He remained silent and nodded in admiration.

"You are so generous, brother."

The Midnight Ghost's voice was inevitably a bit weird, but Guilliman answered his Nostramo blood relatives with a smile as bright as the sun that Conrad couldn't resist, or even look directly at.

"We are brothers, Conrad: we help each other as a matter of course."

"...It's up to you."

The leader of the Eighth Legion curled his lips and seemed to have no interest in continuing the discussion.

[Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful, brother: thank you for your help. 】

Only Morgan, who had already had psychological expectations for this, could straighten his back and continue his enthusiastic official talk with the Lord of Macragge. They discussed new topics and used spirituality as the starting point to finalize their agreement. There is one final question that remains undecided.

"Yes, I congratulate you again on the completion of your psychic academy, Morgan. The aid supplies from Macragge have been sorted out in batches from various storage worlds, and I have also selected them from the entire Ultramarines Legion. Select those think tank seeds that are good enough to serve as the first batch of students in your psionic academy."

After speaking, Guilliman gestured toward the edge of the square, and Morgan looked in the direction he directed.

[How many people did you pick, Guilliman? 】

Morgan's brows jumped as she heard the faint sound of neat footsteps in the blind spot not far away. Behind her, Conrad's eyes widened.

The Spider Queen muttered.

[I remember Jaghatai told me in his letter that he would send eleven of the best Storm Prophets, and our Wolf Brother has also sent sixteen of his best rune priests. As for Dorn, he did not assign all his think tanks, but instead sent out several combat teams individually to learn the role of think tanks in legion battles. 】

"As far as I'm concerned, it can be a little more."

The Primarch scratched his head in embarrassment, and just before Morgan raised his eyebrows because of this move, he heard shocking steps on the edge of the square: following the guidance of the Lord of Macragge, Facing the sunlight slowly creeping out of the ferocious mountains of this world, rows of shiny blue armors appeared on the edge of the circular square, like plump ears of wheat in autumn. In front of Morgan's eyes.

As if in an instant, at least a few hundred Ultramarines had begun to line up at the edge of the Primarch's field of vision, and among them were Terran veterans with outstanding achievements.

[...How many people are here? 】

"Five hundred."

Guilliman coughed.

"I think the first batch of students are somewhat experimental in nature, so I didn't send too many people: they were not all hand-selected by me. Lord Ahriman once gave me a reference list."

【……】

Morgan took a deep breath, and behind her, Conrad's extremely low sigh came.

"……sharp."

"My Midnight Lords don't have 500 think tanks in the whole group now."

[...Robert. 】

[I seem to see your Captain Orfeo at the front of the team? 】

"Yes, that's him."

[Is he a think tank? 】

"He is the first one on Ahriman's list of recommended candidates. Although I don't know the reason, Lord Ahriman said that Orfeo is very talented: and I think that even if he does not practice psychic skills, just as a Orfeo is also a pretty good candidate for studying other aspects of the Dawnbreaker Legion."

"I'm not denying that."

This time, before Morgan could say anything, Conrad, who was standing behind her, had already nodded, moved closer to his sister, and whispered a reminder.

"Remember to keep Orfeo and Bayard moving: it will do them good."

[...I will, Conrad. 】

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"Seriously, Morgan, I really want you to stay for a few more days. We agree on many issues and have completely complementary perspectives, both on Macragge and within my Legion. I am missing someone like you."

Finally, when all the Dawnbreaker Legion groups had entered the landing craft, standing in front of the original body's [Oberon], Guilliman enthusiastically held the hands of Morgan and Conrad, who were always rationally On the face occupied by logical thinking, there was a very rare touch of being infected by family affection.

He seemed to be sighing.

"Before this, although I often met and talked with my brothers, I never felt that communication between blood relatives could make me so relaxed: whether it was you, Morgan, or you, Conrad, or that sentence Well, Macragge welcomes your visit anytime, anywhere."

"I'll be looking forward to the next time we meet, hopefully it will be soon."

【hope so. 】

Morgan responded with a smile, but in her heart, the Spider Queen remembered the order issued by the Emperor through the mouth of Malcador on Holy Terra. That order in the future would require her and Guilliman to work together. Completed command.

I don't know if Guilliman will be looking forward to meeting Morgan by then, but no matter what his thoughts are, he will eventually work with Morgan to severely offend another brother and another legion.

This is a fact he cannot change.

Just like Morgan now.

She couldn't change what she was going to do next.

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When the Primarch stooped slightly and entered her Oberon, the darkness in the cabin had cast a new haze before the remaining warmth of Macragge's sun in her eye sockets had passed.

The hatch slowly closed, and Morgan's last glance at Macragge happened to be Guilliman's wave to them and his gentle smile: then, there was ruthless steel, endless darkness, and the start of the engine. roar.

Amidst the rumbling, the Primarch closed his eyes and listened.

She heard it.

The gear started turning.