Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 511 Perturabo: Share you**

"So next, the two of them peacefully shared the cake you gave me?"

【share? No! 】

[Next, Perturabo stood there like a Prospero for almost three or four seconds, then took the half piece of cake with stiff fingers. 】

【Then? 】

[Then my reliable brother Invite turned around and began to scold me: when he scolded me, he was still holding the half piece of cake I gave him in his hand. 】

#Avalon-stylegrievance#

"!"

"Dorn...how dare you scold you?"

[He dares to rebuke anyone, even the Emperor and Malcador, let alone us Primarchs. Although in his opinion, his words are just persuasion, but the tone is no different from reprimanding: You Why do you think his reputation is so bad? 】

[When he "persuaded" me, he was really merciless: he bluntly stated that since the war is not over yet, then as one of the top commanders of the Imperial Army, I should not relax too much, like It is the obviously unnecessary behavior of making cakes that is irrational and a manifestation of laziness and pride. 】

[In short: He thinks that I am still too immature as a Primarch. 】

"I feel like this sentence can arouse the anger of 60% of the Primarchs."

【Who says it’s not? 】

The primarch muttered.

[Considering further that he expressed a similar view to me not long ago, and that I knowingly violated it here, my Brother Invite based this on his thinking that I am a person who is not good at listening to opinions: he thinks Although on the surface I would accept every opinion with good intentions, in my heart I would sneer at them because of my hidden pride. I would only adopt those opinions that were in line with my own ideas, only agree with things I believed in, and would only accept sincere opinions. Jianyan is twisted into a puppet of his own will. 】

[In short, he thinks that I am stubborn, unable to recognize myself, and do not have a clear self-understanding of my inner thoughts. I am like a person who claims to be a sinner to all nations, but actually cannot bear to do bad things. A third-rate villain: Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? 】

"..."

Virgo narrowed her eyes. She didn't speak, just recorded quietly.

[Then, my Invite brother reflected on himself: He thought that he was too slack after the war, which affected my thinking, so he held a discussion in front of me and Perturabo for about a minute. self-examination, and said that he would immediately start looking for suitable methods to improve the self-discipline of him and the Seventh Legion. 】

“What is the form of self-discipline?”

[An elegant term used to refer to self-abuse. 】

"So, Mother: Didn't you recommend the Butcher's Nail to Dorne?"

【? 】

Morgan was stunned for a moment.

[You are so despicable, Anya: How could you come up with such a solution? 】

"You came up with it, mother: I just captured the first word with strong subjective emotions reflected in the depths of your brain when you said the words you just said through the unique soul resonance between us. , that is to install the Butcher’s Nail on Dorne.”

"In other words: This is your own instinctive thought, please don't blame it on me."

【Tsk...】

Morgan licked his lips.

[You have committed a sin, Anya: Now, go and make me three times the afternoon tea to atone for your sin. 】

"..."

"Why three times? Didn't I just make one when I made mistakes before?"

Virgo blinked.

[You will be punished with one share for slandering your mother. 】

Morgan snorted.

[There are two copies left, one to punish you for revealing secrets, and the other to punish you for not taking the initiative to share my worries. 】

"..."

This time, it was Virgo's turn to be stunned.

She suddenly realized what a huge gap there was between her and a Primarch like Morgan: this kind of innate shamelessness was really the best gift the Lord of Mankind could give to his descendants.

Then again, Virgo found that the original bodies he had met so far seemed to be quite good at telling lies with their eyes open, and lying without changing their expressions or without a heart beating: it's just that some of them never thought that they were... Lying makes their lies even more true.

For example, her mother is...

【What are you thinking! 】

The cranky Virgo was immediately slapped by the Lord of Avalon: the soul resonance between Morgan and his daughter is not controlled by Virgo in one direction, but the original body rarely uses this kind of control or snooping method. Come treat your own flesh and blood relatives.

The reason is also very simple. When Morgan thought about it in her sixty years of life that was neither short nor long, she was pleasantly surprised to find that when it came to raising children, the person who left the most profound impression on her had nothing to do with it. The question is her genetic father who has rich experience in fatherly kindness and filial piety: However, the emperor seems to have provided negative cases.

In other words, as long as Morgan maintains a policy that is basically opposite to that of the Emperor in raising children, and uses a little more thinking, she can be a good mother: this principle has not fallen behind the version so far, and it is profound. It shows the lofty status and good reputation of the Lord of Humanity as a veteran child care provider.

As the saying goes, every time you rebel against the emperor, things will work out.

The primarch smiled.

[Forget it, stop gossiping: let’s get back to Dorne. 】

[Anyway, Dorn still ate his half of the cake, although his eating movements reminded me of the scene when the Baneblade tank was refueling. I couldn't even see his throat swallowing. 】

"Well, what about Perturabo? Didn't he say anything for you?"

【He can't do it. 】

"What?"

[After Perturabo reacted, he directly stuffed his piece of crusty cake into his mouth and stuffed it down his throat. Even Dorn knew how many mouthfuls he had to chew: After all, even though I had made it as soft as possible, the cake was still hard enough to break the helmet and head of any Astartes warrior at will. 】

[After all, if you don’t do this, you won’t be able to neutralize the plasma in the lemon. 】

[So, can you imagine the scene at that time, Perturabo stood there, staring directly at Dorne, without drinking water or breathing, just standing there, hardening that piece The cake, which was like a mountain rock, went down his throat and pushed down hard: even his eyelids were trembling from it. 】

"...What does he want?"

[I don’t know, maybe he found that when he came back to his senses, Donne had already chewed the cake halfway, so he subconsciously decided to eat faster than Donne, so he swallowed the cake without even chewing: This is just my guess, but I feel like it's very likely. 】

[In short, if it is true, then Perturabo did win, but he just paid a small price for it: such as standing there as a mute for a few minutes, and for a long time after inside……】

[Hmm... Aniya...]

[Can you imagine Perturabo leaning there, blushing, with a complexion like Magnus: Imagine Magnus has a face like Perturabo, and a standard Olympian bald head . 】

"Perturabo... blushes... looks like Magnus..."

——————

"It must be very funny, like a classic satirical comedy plot."

"We all know that follies committed out of arrogance are the most foolish of all: but isn't that what you are doing now, brother? Giving in to the arrogance in your heart right before the eyes of all of us."

Perturabo's rough palms held several white chess pieces carved from the snow rock on Invite. His thumb and index finger absentmindedly rubbed the surface that was not smooth enough, and he sneered at the roughness of these creations.

Hard and stubborn, without any beauty of art or logic: just like his brother.

A hint of victor's contempt suddenly appeared on the Olympian's face. He leaned against the instrument he was proud of and faced off against his brother across the round table, leaving the middle position to the Queen of Avalon as usual. : This classic tripartite mode seems to have gradually become the inherent posture in every meeting and meeting with the tacit approval of the three original bodies.

"So: Are you trying to say there's something wrong with my strategy, Perturabo?"

Dorn stood on the other side, with a large number of chess pieces placed in front of him. The original body of the Imperial Fist stood there like a statue, with his hands folded behind his back. There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he looked calmly at Deyi. Yangyang's blood relatives.

"Of course, Dawn."

The Lord of Steel smiled, and Dorn nodded again.

"So: If you find any loopholes in my strategic deployment, brother, please point it out directly and explain your opinions and basis instead of using such meaningless silence and irrelevant words. , to waste all our time: there is a whole war waiting for us, Perturabo, and we have no time for nonsense.”

"If you want to do something unrelated to the war, there will be plenty of time after the expedition."

"..."

Perturabo was silent, and the momentary joy and pride on his face were washed away at this moment, followed by strange colors that appeared one after another: shock, shame, hesitation, and justifiable anger, all at once. They appeared one after another in an instant, and were kicked off the stage without mercy. Finally, he had a slightly gritted face, accompanied by a blush that had not completely dissipated, which made him look even more embarrassed and angry.

This sight made Dawn frown.

"I didn't explain it clearly enough..."

"I know!"

The Iron Lord growled lowly, interrupting his brother.

"I know what you mean, Donne, so let me tell you!"

"Your entire war plan is completely outdated and is a waste that needs to be abandoned on the ground: Did you see this instrument I brought? It should be the next focus of this expedition! I have already prepared it for you. It creates a new war plan, a work of art!"

"Appreciate further details."

Dorn was not at all irritated by the provocation in Perturabo's words. He just nodded like that again and asked seemingly sincerely: This only made the Lord of Steel seem even more angry.

"Okay, listen."

The Olympian gritted his teeth and opened and closed his movements. He threw several chess pieces in his hand on the table, leaving only one in his palm, and then let his gray pupils appear like wolves on the star map. After searching around, he finally found the target in his mind, and then slammed the chess piece on it.

"here!"

"This should be the new focus!"

"As long as the empire's army can regain this place with the help of my equipment..."

——————

"Then, we will be considered to have successfully completed the first phase of our tactical objectives."

"Do you all have any opinions on this?"

Dantioch retracted his fingertips, moved his eyes away from the sand table in front of him, looked for the many figures surrounding the sand table, and made the smile on his face appear as gentle as possible to ease the solemn atmosphere inside the command post. : At the same time, it also relieves the tension in his heart.

Of course he will be nervous. As the supreme commander of this temporary task force, what a powerful force he holds in his hands, including three Astartes companies, as well as the reorganized Queen of Avalon. Guards Corps: If the logistical supplies can keep up, he is even confident of leading this army to sweep across a sector.

But while mastering such a powerful military force, the war blacksmith has to hold his heart tightly at all times, because he has several outstanding war colleagues who must be taken seriously at all times: whether he is leading the Dawn Hector of the Soldier Company and General Erwin, who was famous in Avalon. Although they were old acquaintances of Dantioch and had good personal relationships with the war blacksmith, Olympia knew these Avalonians very well. attitude towards war, especially this expedition.

The armed forces of the Second Legion have always regarded this kind of joint operations and foreign expeditions as a good opportunity to defend the reputation of their genetic queen, and how far the Avalonians will go for the dignity of their queen is a matter of course for even Dantioch They all felt that something was wrong in their hearts.

But that’s not all: it’s the fourth person in the room that counts.

The warsmith looked up.

"Do you have anything else to say about my plans, Brother Polux?"

"..."

The Imperial Fist lowered his head and seemed to be thinking silently. Because of the height difference, Dantioch could clearly see every detail of Polux's face: he could swear to his genetic father. , how nervous was he when he saw Polux meditating?

Although before this, he thought he would not care, but when he really represented his genetic father and the entire Fourth Legion, he cooperated and competed invisibly with the Seventh Legion, which they had always regarded as a competitor. Only then did Dantioch realize how much sweat he would sweat for this.

Almost every order he issues, he will ask the Son of Dorne an additional question, just to prevent the Imperial Fists from finding any faults afterwards: This is superfluous, but the War Blacksmith feels that what he needs most now is this. Plant excess.

"..."

He saw Polux glance at him strangely. This action made Dantioch take a deep breath involuntarily: the War Blacksmith knew how dazzling his previous behavior was, because even the Daybreaker and Ava next to him General Long seemed to feel strange.

After living peacefully in the Far East for so many years, War Blacksmith realized that his adaptability in the face of this high-pressure atmosphere seemed to have deteriorated a lot: but now is not the time to feel sad.

He must wait for any reaction and answer from the Imperial Fists.

Fortunately, in the next second, he saw the son of Dorne and just nodded.

"I suppose I have no better opinion of your deployment, Brother Dantioch."

"……That's good."

The war blacksmith almost forced himself to show the calm smile of "everything is under control". He waved to his three war colleagues as skillfully as possible, and then spread out his five fingers, as if to vent, and heavily He pressed the ground on the sand table in front of him.

"Since everyone has no objection..."

A big wave of his hand.

——————

The chess piece falls to the ground.

"Then just follow the plan I told you!"

The Lord of Steel's voice was accompanied by the jingling sound of the white chess pieces rolling to the ground, which sounded particularly hoarse and harsh in the room, but all his eyes were only focused on the world on the sand table that he marked as the focus. The face of the Invite standing opposite him.

It was as if that was what Perturabo really wanted to defeat in this expedition.

And that thing, or Dorn, just nodded again. He seemed to be suppressing some emotions, and it seemed that it was just natural instinct: in short, although Dorn's voice was calm, it could always be inexplicably... Suppressing Perturabo's rage.

It's hard to doubt whether Dorn did it on purpose, or whether the Invites were talented in this area.

"Can."

Dorn glanced at his two blood relatives.

"So: who's going to be the vanguard?"

"Your legion, and you."

Perturabo grinned.

"And my Legion...and me."

"But there can only be one Pioneer?"

Dawn frowned.

The Lord of Steel just sneered, and then took a deep breath.

"Then let's do it according to our abilities, Dorn."

"Let's see the truth on the battlefield."