Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"revenge?"

"Revenge is reckless."

"Although I admit that revenge is necessary many times, it is still a reckless behavior: short-term justice cannot give anything long-term indulgence. I don't mind people taking revenge, but I don't want it to be See anyone living just for revenge."

"Or even worse: starting a war just in the name of revenge."

"Fighting out of pure revenge? That has to be the worst possible thing to do."

【the worst? 】

"Yeah, the worst."

Rogdorn only hesitated for a moment, then nodded. For the first time, he said two words with exactly the same meaning to increase the leverage of his conclusion.

Then, he heard a chuckle from his Avalon blood relative, which made Dorn turn around expressionlessly and look directly at his sister with a slight confusion: the messy silver short hair on the head. Underneath, is the fatigue that even the most determined face cannot hide.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists has not officially rested for a long time.

For Rogal Dorn, the long war lasted for more than a month, far longer than the fighting time of any Imperial Fist, because the Astartes warriors could still rest and replace, and many Since the moment the battle began, En has never left his command post.

From pulling anchor and setting off to the orderly withdrawal of troops, the Lord of Invite carefully controlled every process. The high-intensity work caused great damage to his body and mind. But despite this, when Morgan arrived with reinforcements, he wanted to When it came time to take over his burden, Dorne simply made way for his blood relative.

The Invites are cautious. He knows that he still has thousands of descendants scattered across the front line at this time. He is unwilling to leave the fate of these people in the hands of any outsiders, but the Invites are not stupid. He understands that he must accept help from others now. After all, he is very tired. A few mistakes will lead to disastrous results on the front line.

In the face of the lives of the soldiers, the so-called dignity of the original body is not worth mentioning.

Dorn thought so, and he did the same, and this move brought fruitful results to the Invites: when the two Primarchs stood in front of the huge holographic projection screen at the same time, they didn't even need any After running in, the efficiency of the entire command system began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Maybe it was because of her previous research, maybe because of her rich experience, or maybe because of her own talent: in short, the moment the Lord of Avalon took over part of the command system, she was extremely smoothly connected to the thread that maintained the entire empire. In the high-speed logical chain of the fist army, it seems that she is an indispensable core component of this system.

The Spider Queen skillfully commanded the companies she couldn't even name. With a little observation, she could send them to the right position, only slightly slower than the Lord of the Seventh Legion. At the same time, Morgan He also worked hard to fill the vacant areas on each front with the Dawnbreaker Company under his command, and in the blink of an eye he stabilized the fortress complexes that were on the verge of collapse.

When the Lord of the Imperial Fist turned his gaze over two minutes later, intending to check and fill in the gaps for his blood relatives, Dorn was somewhat surprised to find a perfect picture: a holographic projector several meters wide. , during the time when countless golden and silver symbols were scattered, there were tens of thousands of Astartes warriors. They were either firmly based on the defensive position, or they were causing the enemies opposite them to retreat steadily.

Aviation fighters and the fleet of the Second Legion helped the Invites occupy the sky again, and it seemed that they would never be lost. More follow-up reinforcements poured in one after another along with the flashing runes on the edge of the screen: everything was like this. It was pleasing to the eye, especially the advancement of the front line, which was only ten minutes slower than Dorn's original meticulous plan. Considering that Morgan was rushing to take over the front, this difference was not worth mentioning.

Everything is a little... too perfect?

Why is Morgan so familiar with the Seventh Legion's chain of command?

"..."

Dorn didn't speak. He just looked at his blood relative quietly, watching her skillfully connect the companies of the two legions and complete a beautiful outflank and counterattack. After confirming that the Lord of Avalon was fully capable of the job, he The Witte put all his energy into the holographic projection device in front of him: what was given to Morgan was only the fringe battle lines, and what Dorn was responsible for was the real battlefield.

This is the war of the Imperial Fists after all.

As for Morgan's overly skillful command, the Invites did not doubt: Has the secret of the Legion been revealed? Has Morgan been spying on the Imperial Fists? Donn didn't care about any of this. He believed that none of his blood relatives were so despicable.

Even that Guilliman.

Or maybe it's the Wolf Shepherd.

None of them are so despicable: let alone Morgan, who is quite introverted by nature?

Thus, in the well-meaning silence of Rogal Dorn, the following war was carried out under the will of the two original bodies. Although the Imperial Fist and the Dawnbreaker have never had any large-scale joint combat experience, they It was still three hours faster than Dorn expected, and all strategic goals were completed.

They work together very well, and this tacit understanding is simply natural.

After everything was over, Dorn continued to command the Seventh Legion non-stop and carry out various aftermath matters. After finishing this matter, he took his hands off the keyboard and for the first time put his attention outside the battle situation. Where: What followed was the somewhat strange question from the Lord of Avalon.

So, the Lord of Invite and his blood relatives started the current conversation.

[Why do you think fighting for revenge is a bad choice, Dorne? 】

The Lord of Avalon glanced at the screen of the holographic projector for the last time and yawned involuntarily: Although it was not like Dorn who had been working continuously for a month, whether it was arranging many chores in the rear or leading the fleet to defeat Asia. The strange waves in space are also very energy- and physical-consuming things.

Morgan was also a little tired.

But Dorn is more serious: the bloodshot eyes cannot be concealed, and the skin that was originally as tough as a rock now seems as if it has just experienced a heavy rain, and it is obviously older: even for the Primarch, High-intensity command lasting for dozens of days is also an almost unbearable thing.

This long task not only tested the original body's physical strength, but also tested his energy and heart: and Morgan even doubted whether his Invite blood relatives had any way to appease his heart.

Um……

Do you want Aniya to make more desserts this time as a treat for her?

Morgan rubbed his sore eyelids, and this action was noticed by Dawn.

"Because of insufficient motivation."

The Lord of the Imperial Fist answered the previous question.

"I agree that mortals seek revenge for the harm caused to their relatives and friends, because blood revenge is a matter of course; I also agree that the empire mobilizes more forces to carry out a revenge expedition for a failed battle, because there are opponents who can defeat the expedition fleet. , will definitely cause greater losses to the empire, and we must end it before the situation gets worse."

[Isn’t this considered fighting for revenge? 】

"In terms of motivation, no."

Dawn stopped and seemed to be speaking seriously.

"Although it is a revenge expedition in name, the driving force behind this expedition should be to eliminate the enemies of the empire, regain the lost territory and prevent our enemies from causing greater harm, rather than just revenge: a revenge The most unimportant thing in the expedition is revenge itself.”

"Because revenge is a false concept that confuses people's minds. This is fatal to any military commander: especially those like us who are in charge of thousands of warriors and have to fight for countless imperial worlds and countless expeditions. For those in charge of the fleet.”

Dawn pursed her lips.

"We must consider more things and realize that the Legion was established for the continuation of humanity and the Great Crusade of the Empire. Although we have the power to command them, we have not used the power of the Legion to satisfy our own needs. The qualifications of selfish desires.”

[Is revenge considered a desire? 】

Morgan smiled tiredly.

"Aren't fists considered weapons?"

Dawn just looked at her and asked.

[...Sounds correct. 】

Morgan smiled slightly sarcastically.

[So, you never do this? 】

"No, I have been guilty of this: and more than once: impulsiveness is my weakness."

The Invites admitted it without hesitation.

"So since then, I've been doubling down on myself on this issue."

【How's the effect? 】

"There are no actual cases to support it."

The Primarch's tone was cold and hard. He ended the short conversation because his Lord of the Guards, Guidores, was walking over with a report on the battle just now. He saluted the two Primarchs in a calm and handsome manner. His facial features were expressionless just like his genetic father's.

While Dorne was working, the Lord of Avalon took a second to observe the elite of the Imperial Fists and more Sons of Dorne not far away: She found that these soldiers of the Seventh Legion, All seem to maintain a very delicate and interesting balance.

Their souls are undoubtedly hot and full of passion, just like their genetic father, but their appearance is locked in a cage of coldness and restraint, just like their genetic father.

Except for a few active members, the entire Seventh Legion is like a huge show about Rogal Dorn: it's just that the nature of some warriors is like this, while some warriors are obviously suppressing their agitated instincts. .

【……interesting. 】

This scene made Morgan involuntarily think of her heirs. She secretly compared Lana and others standing not far away with the Imperial Fists in front of them, and then discovered: Even among the Dawnbreaker Legion, Lana and the others, who were the most serious and silent, could be said to be "lively in nature" compared to the Imperial Fists in front of her.

【……】

Is this the reason for the Legion atmosphere? Or is it the nature of the gene seed?

The original body couldn't understand, and she didn't care much about this problem. Compared to the serious atmosphere of the Seventh Legion, the Lord of Avalon preferred the liveliness and activity within the Dawnbreaker Legion: this lively atmosphere even affected the The Queen's Guards Corps, which fought side by side with the Second Legion, allowed these most powerful mortal warriors to cultivate numerous hobbies and cultural festivals within the legion besides fighting.

Morgan is happy to hear this. At least she doesn't have to worry too much about the psychological problems of the most elite mortal soldiers under her command after their long military career: she also hopes that these people will become her starting points to go deep into the grassroots of the Far East after they retire. Well, their descendants should continue to bleed and sweat for her.

The genetic mother of the Dawnbreakers sketched out a grand plan of oppression spanning hundreds of years in her heart. She did not ponder for too long, because Dorn had already quickly handled the official duties in her hands, and then came to Morgan with one of them. In front of you: Clearly, he has something serious to talk to his blood relatives about.

"Morgan."

The Lord of Invite directly thrust the document into Morgan's hands.

"I got news that you brought two Iron Warriors' camps here?"

[Perturabo allows it. 】

Morgan nodded without denying it. Her movements were hesitant due to fatigue. Dorn noticed this and deliberately gave his blood relatives more time to think.

【Any questions? 】

"No...no."

The Primarch paused.

"They performed very well and completed their respective tasks well. The battalion numbered fourteen performed particularly well, but the battalion numbered seventy-seven made several mistakes: I am just curious about how you will compare them. Is the reason for bringing them here to make up for your lack of troops?"

【Not at all……】

[Didn’t Polux tell you? 】

"……What?!"

Donn frowned. When he saw that Morgan wanted to speak out here, he made a gesture to his blood relative, telling her to be quiet first, and finally pointed to the door not far away.

"Talking as we walk."

Words cannot be refused.

Morgan nodded and walked away, followed closely by Dorn. The two tired originals were not very fast, especially Morgan: due to her height, her pace was far inferior to that of her Invite blood relatives, but The Master of the Imperial Fist still followed her very patiently.

The two sons of the Emperor quickly passed through the almost undecorated corridor of the Eternal Crusade, each silently nodding to the Astartes warriors who saluted them. Only six personal guards followed them. Behind him: three Imperial Fists and three Dawnbreakers, keeping a polite distance from each other.

The two primarchs had been maintaining intermittent communication in low voices, but it was not until they gradually approached the core of the Queen of Glory and the air around them became silent that their topics began to touch on confidential matters.

"In other words, you hope that in the next battle, soldiers from each of our three legions will be selected to form a task force to enhance the friendship between the legions and accumulate experience in joint operations?"

Donne summed it up.

[I thought Polux had already reported to you. 】

Morgan impatiently tucked her dry hair behind her ears, her lips were dry.

"He didn't."

Dawn narrowed her eyes.

"Maybe he missed it, maybe he thought that this kind of thing was not important enough to report to me. This is undoubtedly wrong. I think I will notice this problem: Polux is not my most outstanding descendant. , but he also has extraordinary courage, which may lead him to do some very reckless things.”

[But he is a very good fighter. 】

Morgan thought for a while, blinked, and decided to get this big man from the Imperial Fist Legion: after all, at Morgan's request, Polux almost without hesitation agreed to fight side by side with the Iron Warriors, and the Battle of Avalon I'm not sure there are any officers as reasonable as him in the Seventh Legion.

"I understand your worries."

Donne's tone remained unchanged.

"It's not a serious issue, it just deserves a verbal warning."

"Moreover: it will not affect the joint battle plan you have in mind."

【Do you agree? 】

"I have no reason to refuse, right?"

The Invite smiled, his smile always reassuring.

"When we unite, our originally scattered forces can better contribute to the empire: Thank you, Morgan, I was still thinking about how to propose this plan to Perturabo. After all, he seems to be interested in I am completely uninterested in any proposal I propose.”

[It’s just words, Perturabo also knows the benefits of this matter. 】

Morgan smiled weakly. Her brain was still a little confused. This was the result of the long subspace voyage and combat command that she had just experienced. The Lord of Avalon was not in the mood to mediate the conflicts between his two brothers.

She just wants to rest now.

The same must be true for Dorne: Morgan watched as the bloodshot eyes in the Lord of Invite's pupils became more and more numerous, and she understood that Dorne must also want to take a rest now, whether it be physically or mentally.

[So, brother: let’s step out of the tense environment first, take a short break, and then discuss our next military operations, how about it? 】

Morgan blinked.

[Anyway, the enemies in this galaxy have been completely wiped out, and our fleet needs to stay here for a while: while they are making adjustments and supplies, I think we senior commanders can take a rest. 】

"……Can."

Dawn nodded.

But just as Morgan turned around, Donne called out to his blood relative.

"Wait a minute, Morgan."

【What's wrong? 】

Morgan asked in confusion, but she did not wait for Dorn's answer. Instead, she watched her Invite brother turn around and walk into his own private lounge: that room looked different from other rooms in the corridor. Any difference, the same simplicity.

About two minutes later, Dorn walked out of the room: different from his usual capable style, this time the Invite hesitated for a long time before coming to Morgan.

Then, he stuffed a rough blanket into Morgan's hand, looking unusually reluctant to part with it. Morgan just looked at the blanket in his hand in surprise: its roughness was far beyond the Spider Queen's imagination.

"I noticed you were tired, Morgan."

Donn stared at his eyes that were almost filled with bloodshot eyes. His eyes swept over the blanket again and again, hesitating several times, but he had no intention of coming back.

"Take it, you'll rest better with it by your side: this has always been my go-to for mental regulation, and it's always worked well for you, Morgan. I hope it works for you too." …”

"besides……"

He hesitated again, pursed his hesitant lips, and made up his mind.

"Remember to give it back to me."