Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[To put it simply: If you pretend to convert, will you regret it later? 】

"That sums it up... very well, my lord."

Rand raised his eyebrows. He knew very well that the words he just said were not serious terms of the deal. The price of Mars was not as low as he said: and the words he hoped the original body said were not either.

However, when the Lord of Avalon stood in front of him, minding his own business in the final stage of the clinical experiment, a dangerous smile appeared on his face, and he began to talk to himself. , the genius of Mars still felt a trace of cold sweat, running down his back from the back of his neck.

It is true that Rand believes in the God of Machines, and Rand also respects the Primarch, but this does not mean that Rand wants to listen to a Primarch evaluating the God of Machines in front of him: not to mention that this is a kind of Transgression, not to mention, Rand instinctively noticed that some shocking words would soon come out of the Lord of Avalon's mouth?

After all, judging from her previous behavior, she doesn't look very filial.

【Of course. 】

Morgan smiled: of course she noticed the worry in Rand's pupils, but the sinful thoughts surging in her heart made the original body enjoy the feeling of roasting this calm Martian genius on the fire.

The Lord of Avalon actually likes this kind of harmless joke, which will not have any actual impact, but can make others embarrassed for her amusement: for example, the Spider Queen's chief guard Rana is a sophisticated man who is thoughtful and well versed in compromise and low-key, but why are so many of his little thoughts always known to the outside world, thus making him embarrassed?

Why?

Who leaked the secret?

What an unsolvable problem.

The original body tilted her head, and there was a hint of a smile on her lips: After staying in the Emperor's inhumane laboratory for too long, Morgan already missed her [Aura Goddess] and her. Those cute stupid brats under his hands.

But it is obvious that the original body cannot go back in a short time, and her genetic father has no intention of granting her a leave note: So, let's have fun with the Lord Rand in front of us, and ravage these mortal geniuses The world view always makes the Spider Queen feel a certain degree of satisfaction.

[You need to know, Lord Rand: I often test this trick on the God of All Machines you call me to get some benefits for myself and save some money for myself piecemeal: and your God of All Machines, He would also take this opportunity to issue a bunch of messy side tasks to me, asking me to act like a fool for him. 】

[In the process of getting along, we all adhere to this idea. 】

Morgan paused her movements, turned her gaze to the genius of Mars, and was satisfied to see the gradually collapsing worldview in Rand's pupils: this made the original body grin proudly.

[Just like you will temporarily choose to believe in heresy in the face of interests, the emperor and I will also choose to temporarily abandon our father-daughter relationship depending on the external situation: or pick it up, make do with it, and continue to use it. 】

[When you have money, you are an old father. When you have no money, you are an old bastard. When you are useful, you are a good daughter. When you are useless, you are a failure. When you have common interests, you are a loving father and your daughter is filial. When you have no common interests, you are a father. Ci Nu smiled: Whose family is not like this? 】

[Anyway, I personally feel that as a father and daughter, your Wanjishen and I are definitely the model father and daughter in the galaxy: You see, he calls me his pride. 】

"..."

Rand narrowed his eyes.

The computing engine in his head failed for a moment when he heard the original body's words, but he quickly reacted and suppressed the instinctive anger in his mind: Although as the most loyal believer of Omnisiah, listening to these The words that can be called blasphemy are not angry, which completely violates Rand's decades of belief. But despite this, his rational and logical abilities, which he has always been proud of, still prevent Rand from acting impulsively.

He soon realized the trap in the Primarch's words: although the Emperor walked the world as the shadow of the Machine God, he was sacrosanct in the eyes of any Omnissiah, and any blasphemy was worth risking his life for.

However, these blasphemous words from Morgan's mouth were not to discuss the divinity of the God of All Machines as a [believer], but to criticize the fatherly love of God of All Machines as a [son of the Emperor]: On this topic, All the Omnissiah believers in the entire galaxy combined could not compare to the Lord of Avalon's gentle touch of his lips.

After all, she was his biological son, and even one of the Emperor's most valued heirs: the genius of Mars clearly remembered the boastful words of the God of Machines in front of Rand.

However, these memories rekindled a trace of anger in his mind: Morgan, as the emperor's valued daughter, was here to slander her father. Isn't this an extremely disrespectful move?

So, he spoke anyway: his tone was as fair and innocent as possible.

"Sir, as one of the descendants of the God of All Machines, you should not use such a blasphemous title to refer to the great God of All Machines: This is an unforgivable and unreasonable behavior, especially the phrase "old... old..." in your mouth. "

[Old bastard? 】

"...This is blasphemy, my lord."

【But this is also true. 】

The primarch smiled.

[He would also call me a little bastard in private: He thought I didn’t know. 】

Morgan blinked, and the brilliance in her pupils made Rand question whether his anger was justified: the charm of the Primarch was so wonderful, not to mention that Morgan always seemed polite, even her blasphemous words. It's extremely gentle.

[Believe me, Lord Rand, although my words are unpleasant to listen to, the credibility of each of them is almost the same as the data on your data pad: Of course I understand the supremacy of the God of All Machines in your eyes. I have no interest in arguing with you, is my genetic father a god walking in the world? 】

[I just want to ask you, the best archaeologist on Mars: Among the ancient legends you know, which father of a god can have a good relationship with all his descendants: among the gods Family disputes are often the root cause of most conflicts in fairy tales. 】

"The God of All Machines is not..."

Rand opened his mouth instinctively, wanting to argue polytheism and monotheism with Morgan, but when he saw the smiling pupils of the Lord of Avalon, the genius of Mars was dull for a moment, and then chose Shut up: the person standing in front of him was a Primarch, a descendant of the Emperor, and he was just an ordinary mortal believer. There was no fairness in the debate between them.

Or: Is there really a Primarch so shameful that he could lose to a mortal in an argument?

Rand thought for a moment and finally decided to change his approach.

"Well, Lord Morgan, I'm actually more curious about another thing."

Rand put down his pen.

"Why are you so inexplicably proud of the unhealthy father-daughter relationship between you and Wan Jishen: It is obvious to all that Wanjishen attaches great importance to you, even if it is out of loyalty to this kind of trust, you You should also show more respect to the God of All Machines, just like your brothers.”

【...Which brother is he like? 】

Morgan's soft voice made Rand's heart beat faster: he realized that this was another trap of the Primarch, a trap that he had to step into.

"For example..."

The genius of Mars racked his brains to get a solid answer.

"The Wolf Shepherd?"

【……】

Morgan didn't reply, but her smiling eyes were enough to make Rand despair.

[You mean: The father-son relationship between the Wolf Shepherd God and the Emperor is safe? 】

"At the very least: flawless."

Rand's words were hesitant.

"As we all know, the Shepherd God is the most loyal and filial son of the God of All Machines. The father-son relationship between him and the God of All Machines is flawless: just like a war engine that has just come off the production line. Its crew members are all top students carefully selected from various academies, and it itself will not have even a scratch on its surface."

"And the family relationship between you and Wanji Shen, with all due respect: is like a chariot that has been running on the battlefield for more than thirty years and has never been systematically maintained. The driver of it is A group of veterans who have been on the battlefield for decades, they rely on picking up strange parts on the battlefield and patchwork them to maintain their tanks."

[In short, a flawless gold ring and a patchwork of rags? 】

"If you must describe it this way, then I have no objection."

Rand nodded: and his affirmation was met with merciless ridicule from the Lord of Avalon.

[Sir Rand, I believe you have never participated in a war: at least not a particularly tragic war. 】

"Indeed not."

Rand frowned.

"Is there something wrong?"

The original body waved her hand. She did not answer the question. Instead, she stretched out her fingers and drew the vague outline of a gold ring and a tattered cloth in the cold air.

[You are right, Rand. 】

Morgan nodded.

[The family relationship between Horus and the Emperor is flawless, at least on the surface, there is no flaw. The thirty years between them are as beautiful as a dream, just like the diamond in the hand of the Wolf Shepherd. The gold ring is as dazzling. 】

[The relationship between me and the emperor is completely at the other extreme: there is nothing beautiful between us. From the first time we met, we have been in a whirlpool of fights and interests. When we met There is very little time, and there are no paragraphs related to warmth at all. 】

[If the relationship between Horus and the Emperor is natural and flawless, then the relationship between me and the Emperor is really just a piece of rag: pulled and pulled, patched here and there, countless times. Falling apart, but having to hold my nose countless times, pick the pieces up from the ground, make do, and continue to provide a shelter for the two of us, just like I told you before. 】

[So, which one of these two different relationships do you think is better able to withstand the test of time and difficulties: the thirty years of beautiful life like a dream, or the reality of tugging at quarrels, interests and compromises? 】

[One is a group of immature little guys, driving a cutting-edge experimental tank, running rampant on a completely unfamiliar battlefield, the shiny armor is simply a living target. 】

[The other one is a group of veterans who have seen strong winds and waves, driving an inconspicuous car. But it is a chariot that has been able to run rampant on the battlefield for more than thirty years. Every component on the chariot is a practical gadget that these veterans have carefully crafted and finally selected. 】

【What do you think? 】

"..."

Rand was silent for a moment: As an unparalleled seed player, of course he would not just listen to the surface meaning of the words. Then he stuffed these words from the original body into his stomach. After chewing them over and over again, the Martian genius frowned slightly. The ground relaxed for a moment, then wrinkled again.

"You mean: There is a crisis in the relationship between the Wolf Shepherd God and the God of All Machines?"

Morgan smiled, but she still did not respond directly to the question.

[Rand, as one of the best Omnissian believers, I hope you can answer my most basic question: Is there really anything perfect in this world? Or are those seemingly flawless things just because their real flaws have not yet appeared in front of the world, just because they have not encountered real trials and tests? 】

[Is it just because that patched rag has experienced everything, that flawless gold ring has not experienced anything yet? 】

"But Wanjishen is perfect..."

[No matter how perfect the God of All Machines is, he cannot shape a relationship alone. The father-son relationship will naturally involve the father and his son: Even if the God of All Machines is perfect, can you guarantee that the Shepherd God is perfect? 】

"..."

Rand gasped.

"This is a dangerous accusation, my lord."

[What am I accusing? 】

Morgan laughed instead, picked up her scalpel, and continued the interrupted clinical experiment.

"You accuse the Wolf God of existence...existence..."

Rand opened his mouth, words gathering in his throat, but in front of the Primarch's smile, he couldn't say a word, and he didn't even want to say it anymore.

because……

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+The situation is better than I expected. +

Wan Jishen walked in with a smile, and behind him there were a lot of strange shapes, which were more like instruments of torture than scientific creations, things that made Morgan's eyes jump.

[Have you found a replacement? 】

The Lord of Avalon laid down the scalpel: in Rand's silence, Morgan had completed three clinical examinations and now only waited to officially go to work under the Emperor's gaze.

+ There are more things left behind from the dark technological age than I imagined. +

The Lord of Humanity shook his head and placed all those things on the operating table.

+Although most of them are so old that we cannot use them immediately, since they are technologies from the past of humans, it only takes a while for us to create replacements. +

[Then, how long will it take? 】

The Emperor was silent for a moment: he did not notice the strange look on Rand's face.

+ Let me think about it, I probably need... +