Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Check it out for me, Anya, what is that ship used for? 】

"Which one? Wait a minute..."

"That's a troop ship, mother. It's full of recruits that the Iron Warriors have just recruited from Olympia: Perturabo requires all males in Olympia who are over fifteen years old and under forty years old to enlist and join his army. Legions or auxiliaries to replenish the losses in strength during this expedition."

[Well, what about the one next to it? 】

"Ah, that is a corpse transport ship, or corpse grinding ship. It is a special unit unique to the Fourth Army. It is only deployed on the battlefields with the most intense battles. It is equipped with specialized drones to collect them from the battlefield. The corpses will be cremated and processed inside the battleship to prevent too many corpses from blocking the advancement of the ground front."

[Does the Iron Warriors still care about too many corpses on the ground? 】

"Is this..."

Virgo scratched her head. She turned around to see if there was anyone nearby, then lowered her voice as much as possible and whispered the next explanation.

"Actually, according to Lord Dantioch, this is actually a recycling ship that only collects the corpses of the mortal auxiliary troops under the Iron Warriors. The main purpose is to collect the uniforms, firearms, accessories, and body parts of those auxiliary troops. Some [recyclable factors] should be extracted as much as possible, after all, these things are... useful in many places."

[Then the body is thrown into the cremator? 】

"Um……"

"There doesn't seem to be a cremator on this ship, mother, but there is a... redistribution center?"

"There are also three starch canning plants."

【Canned starch...】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

[In other words: What is the third ship next to the troop transport and recovery ship used for? Don’t tell me, it is the canteen for the Imperial Auxiliary Army? 】

"That's not the cafeteria, mother."

【That is not bad……】

"That's a supply ship to support the surface."

"It and the two ships next to it form a [circulation group]."

【……】

[Ania, remember to remind me, no matter what, don’t let me send Avalon’s auxiliary army to the ground battlefield. By the way, take some people from the Dawnbreakers to keep an eye on the Avalon auxiliary army for this period of time. meal table. 】

"Understood, mother."

Virgo nodded and picked up a pen to write on the data pad. While recording, he also sighed secretly in his heart: This Lord Perturabo who is about to meet again is really a troublesome person. When he thinks of this guy She actually felt a little ashamed that he could be considered her [biological father].

Why can't he be as perfect as his mother?

Even if it's not perfect, it actually makes my mother worry about it.

Virgo glanced at the densely recorded data pad and curled her lips.

Although all the time, before formal communication or negotiation with his brothers, the Lord of Avalon has dictated various taboos or precautions for different original bodies, and then asked his eldest daughter to record them on the data pad. It's a habit, but there are almost no taboos or precautions for any of the original bodies. There are so many like Perturabo that it's almost impossible to remember them.

In this Virgo's memory, only Morgan recorded such a long note when she went to the Five Hundred Worlds for the first time and met her unknown brother Guilliman, but that was only the first meeting: in After figuring out what kind of person the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds was, Morgan no longer prepared any precautions for her meeting with Guilliman. She knew that what she needed to prepare were political memos.

In addition, several other primarchs have some taboos, even characters like Konrad, Magnus or Leman Russ. Conversations with them must be carefully avoided. To open up some minefields, their names will appear on Virgo's data pad from time to time, because Morgan maintains correspondence with these blood relatives of hers, and Virgo needs to be reminded when writing letters.

Of course, there is one person who is naturally the most special here in Morgan, and that is the famous Lord of Caliban: Jonson's name has never been recorded on the data board, because long before Virgo was created, Morgan had completely Knowing how to communicate with Zhuang Sen, she doesn't need any assistance or preparation. She can do this kind of thing anytime and anywhere.

After all, if the other brothers are more or less Morgan's partners or comrades-in-arms, and their relationship with the Lord of Avalon is a bit unfamiliar, Johnson is Morgan's complete relative, the kind of person who can Relatives who communicate without any brains: Anyway, Zhuangson himself basically has no brains when communicating with Morgan. He belongs to this series of people and is the extreme option that makes Morgan relax the most.

As for Perturabo? ha! He is naturally another extreme option.

Virgo was amused by the slander in her heart. When she came to her senses, the three unknown battleships had been forgotten by the Dawn Goddess. What appeared in front of them was the Iron Warriors in this new world. The airport built on the ruined world captured by Jin: I have to admit that the Fourth Legion is very talented in architecture. Just judging from the sophistication of these emerging buildings, it is difficult to imagine that less than forty hours ago, This space is still a icy tomb filled with artillery fire and where countless soldiers are buried.

The sons of Perturabo who stayed at the airport almost couldn't wait to welcome the arrival of the Spider Queen. The almost reckless welcome speech in those young voices made Lana and the original guard, the chief guard, standing behind Morgan. The bodyguards' eyebrows jumped, and their fingers couldn't stop tapping on the hilts of the swords at their waists.

[Sounds like a new guy. 】

Morgan didn't care, she even didn't forget to tease her daughter beside her.

"Most likely he is a new recruit."

The daughter of the original body was very serious and added relevant content.

"According to the report from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, during the dozens of days we were separated from you, the Iron Warriors lost at least 30,000 people on various battlefields in the Kraken Abyss. This does not include the one you witnessed with your own eyes before. The offensive operations of at least five large battalions were reimbursed."

The primarch nodded.

[I remember before setting off, Perturabo told me that he had 150,000 people? 】

"Now there are only 100,000."

The Star Maid blinked, and after a moment of silence, she added another sentence.

"Up to 100,000 people: This is the latest data from seven days ago, and it is also the most reliable data, because in the past seven days, the Iron Warriors have not conducted any large-scale military operations in the Kraken Abyss area."

[…Then something is wrong. 】

The primarch rubbed his fingertips.

[Logically speaking, Perturabo should have learned about the imminent arrival of the Imperial Fists seven days ago: How could the Fourth Legion remain motionless after receiving this news? 】

【Is there something hidden...】

Morgan frowned, becoming slightly interested.

[Is there any reason that can bring the entire Iron Warriors to a standstill? 】

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"Because the entire Iron Warriors Legion has been waiting in vain for orders from the commander, but he has locked himself in this room and has been silent since seven days ago. My lord: there is no order and no military meeting. We were not even allowed to send someone to serve the meals, we had no idea what was going on inside.”

Frix, the head of the Trident and the captain of the Iron Warriors Legion, was standing in front of the damp, cold and dark iron gate. His face was as pale as a piece of broken bridge aluminum that had lost its luster, just like a statue. He stood there as usual, with the war blacksmiths and senior commanders of the Fourth Legion lined up behind him. Each of them looked like a crude industrial product carved from the same mold.

Solid, numb, lifeless, with a similar complexion, either pale or a deep flesh color. The various outdated Mark II power armors are also covered with a large number of scratch marks and dust that cannot be wiped off. , looking from a distance, it is a gray area, with an indescribable feeling of filth.

Just looking at the appearance of these people, it is hard for Morgan to imagine that the semi-permanent fortress that combines aesthetics and practicality she is now in was made by these [gray dwarves]: their energy and spirit are so low, He doesn't look like a guy who can bring out the artistic beauty in his heart.

Especially Frix.

The Spider Queen's gaze lingered for a moment on the Captain who had a close relationship with her. She remembered clearly that when she was on the Dawn Star, Frix was one of the first Astartes warriors she knew. At that time, he was the first company commander of the Fourth Army.

But compared with the positivity and energy at that time, although Frix is ​​still an excellent warrior now, there is already a hint of vague numbness, or boredom, on his face: it was a long time. The psychological harm caused by cruel war to those who broke the city.

Even Morgan can't imagine that if this situation continues for another hundred years, or even longer, what kind of sad state will this once strong and brave warrior fall to due to his own spiritual disillusionment?

The original body thought for a moment. She believed that in her theoretically best Iron Warrior, she saw the vortex that Perturabo and even the entire Fourth Legion would fall into: this vortex has already appeared, but more needs to be done. What a depressing and long war it would take to swallow up the Lord of Olympia and his legions.

This discovery made the Spider Queen's heart twitch. Her eyes immediately moved to the war blacksmiths and senior officers behind Frix, and not surprisingly, she saw many young faces: some of them A few dozen days ago, people were not qualified to stand in this team.

Obviously, many people got an Iron Warrior-like promotion after the long and cruel meat grinding war.

Looking at the faces of these people, Morgan could only be disappointed: in Frix, she could at least see the tenacity and absolute loyalty to the Lord of Steel under the numbness, but under these In the eyes of the emerging officer, she only saw awe for the closed door and the silent Primarch inside the door.

Or rather: fear.

These people may love their genetic father, but they are also afraid of Perturabo. The reason why they are standing here is not so much that they are worried about Perturabo that something is wrong, but that they are I dare not not stand here: who knows if the Lord of Olympia will launch a new round of killing those guys who did not stand here to show their loyalty after coming out?

Sadly, there are not a few people who are driven by cowardice like this. Among the dozens of Iron Warriors gathered at the door, Morgan saw at least half of them looking like this, and those war blacksmiths with more seniority obviously Too lazy to pay attention to the confusion in the hearts of these juniors, there is a lack of brotherhood between them.

Therefore, when the Lord of Avalon spoke, she was not surprised to see two completely opposite emotions on the faces of these Iron Warriors: one was instinctive resistance, and the other was impatient joy.

【All right. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Let's all disperse and return to our respective posts first. The legion and fleet still need you to maintain them: Moreover, I also have some relatively confidential matters that I want to discuss with your genetic father, which requires a certain degree of privacy. 】

[Frix, you can just stay here with the other tridents and my Praetorian Guard. Everyone else, go back to your respective posts: I will explain this matter to Perturabo personally. of. 】

Morgan's words were brief, and before they were fully implemented, they caused a certain commotion within these Iron Warriors: many of the sons of Perturabo were obviously persuaded, and they tentatively moved their steps, and after seeing After Frix, who was standing at the front of the team, said nothing, finally, a few Iron Warriors plucked up the courage, and they were the first to leave side by side. Then, like a crack in the dam, The team of dozens of people dispersed in an instant and moved away cleanly.

Even those [old people] who were not standing here out of cowardice left this fatal place without any hesitation.

The Trident headed by Frix did not react at all: in fact, when they saw other people scattering one after another, and Morgan walked towards the damn iron gate, these Lords of Steel were the most loyal. Instead, the heirs secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

All of this was naturally seen by the Lord of Avalon. She just smiled helplessly, took the data pad from Virgo's hand, looked at it while walking, stood still at the door, and read the data. The board was stuffed into his chest: perfectly submerged, not a single trace could be seen.

Then, Morgan pushed open the door to hell that made the Fourth Legion tremble.

Behind her, the tridents' pupils shone with admiration and gratitude.

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Perturabo's temporary command room was cleaner and tidier than Morgan imagined. She saw the bare walls around it, with nothing else on them except a few star maps. There were also iron filing cabinets all around, and the large central one There are a few chairs randomly placed beside the table, and the table is covered with densely recorded data: this is the only place in the whole room that makes people feel a little messy.

The Lord of Steel was standing there, with his back turned to his blood relatives. Judging from his back, he was still resolute, so resolute that he didn't look like a person who could shut himself up for seven days: But Morgan carefully discovered that, located in There were dozens of obvious dents on the corners of the table on both sides of Perturabo's giant palm, as if someone had held it tightly with great force until it deformed.

Hearing the push of the door and the sound of footsteps, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion did not look back, nor did he make a rude questioning sound. He had already recognized through the distinctive voice that the person who came was his blood relative. He could not Randomly Accused Character : Perturabo responds with nothing but silence.

He was silent and continued the work at hand. When Morgan took a closer look, he found that they were all follow-up attack plans for the core area of ​​the Kraken Abyss: The Lord of Steel was drawing the plan to capture this pocket empire over and over again on countless star maps. The plans were conceived until most of the combat conference table in front of them was covered, and there were at least seventy or eighty different plans.

Morgan stood on the other side. She looked at these plans carefully, and some of them even made her nod quietly in her heart. When she looked up at Perturabo, she found that her The Olympian blood relative still had no intention of talking to her: the Lord of Steel obviously noticed Morgan's gaze, but he still stood there, taking out another copy of the star map from the stack of replica star charts next to him that seemed to be inexhaustible. One picture, he once again started his busy picture work.

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment. She spent about three to five seconds analyzing what was going on in the situation in front of her: In the end, the Lord of Avalon did not choose to speak. She walked up to Perturabo and chose He grabbed the chair closest to the Lord of Steel, pulled it open, and sat on it.

Then, the Spider Queen straightened her waist and took a deep breath: the moment she closed her eyes, Perturabo glanced at her seemingly unintentionally, and before Morgan opened his eyes, he quickly opened his eyes. His gaze shifted to the star map in front of him.

When Morgan opened her eyes, her pupils had returned to a state she had not experienced for a long time: that was when she was still a [mortal], when she was still in Jonson, or when When he was around Perturabo, he had the ruthless working style of being focused, cold and efficient.

Then, the Lord of Avalon picked up a battle plan from the table. She carefully looked at every detail of the plan, and used the pen in her hand to circle every shortcoming or area that needed improvement, over and over again. , until he nodded with satisfaction and put the plan aside.

Then, it’s the next one.

One piece, one piece, another piece...

As time passed, Morgan's work gradually became better. She tried her best to screen every plan in front of her, select those worthy of recognition, or eliminate those with obvious loopholes, and put them on the table. The mess was formed into two neat rows and placed at Perturabo's hand.

One second, one second, another second...

When the Lord of Steel once again completed the star map operation in front of him, he glanced in the direction of Morgan and handed the star map in his hand to this blood relative: before that, the Spider Queen had already stretched out her hand. , received the star map almost without prediction, and the smooth interaction caused a smile to appear on the Olympian's cold face.

In this way, they continued to cooperate, becoming more and more tacit, becoming more and more smooth, getting closer and closer to the wonderful moment that happened on the Dawn Star in Perturabo's mind, until the two perfectly merged into one, It turned into reality in the eyes of the Lord of Steel.

Until Perturabo finally stopped writing, until he finally exhaled a breath and no longer maintained that steely face that was so cold that even he couldn't stand it: until the final plan was revised by Morgan, And placed on the stack of star charts symbolizing passage.

The Lord of Olympia looked at this stack of pictures with pride. His calculation ability, which is enough for the world, was paying attention to Morgan's work from beginning to end: to his satisfaction, among the hundreds of plans, he The blood relatives of Avalon always maintain a high degree of cognitive consistency with him, and the plans that Morgan thinks are feasible are exactly the excellent alternatives in the Lord of Steel's mind.

This time, the smile hung on Perturabo's face for a long time, and he even temporarily forgot the humiliation Terra had given him, and the Imperial Fist that was so close at hand.

"Look, Morgan."

Perturabo spoke for the first time in seven days, and he noticed that his voice had become hoarse, as if the gears had not been operating for too long: but this still could not hide his good mood.

"Look, even without the help of those Imperial Fists, you and I, and our respective legions, can still complete this Kraken Abyss expedition alone: ​​just execute the plans I made perfectly."

[But unfortunately, Terra is like most people in this universe. They lack enough patience and knowledge to listen carefully to these great plans in their hearts. 】

Morgan's words were neither salty nor weak, bringing the Lord of Steel back to reality. Perturabo snorted angrily, but he did not release any more anger: Obviously, after seven days of intense work, Even as stubborn as the Lord of Steel, it is already clear that he has no ability to change the established fact of Terra.

Dorn and his fleet are already very close to here. No matter what, he must fight side by side with the Seventh Legion in the next few months, and have a close encounter with the brother who is so similar to him. .

"That doesn't hurt, does it?"

Thinking of this, the Lord of Olympia grinned, and his smile became so forced in Morgan's eyes, but the light in his pupils was truly fierce.

"Here, in the Kraken Abyss, I will show our brother Dorn and his Imperial Fists what is the art of fighting, what is the true meaning of war: with their blood , just use the blood of the entire Kraken Abyss."

"I will make Dorn respect me: as everyone in the galaxy should."