Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 512 Morgan—Guilliman on the battlefield

[After all, my brother Perturabo is a lost Greek. 】

[He has a Greek name, a Greek connotation, a Greek past, a Greek family, and...]

[Greek-style emotional pursuit. 】

The Lord of Avalon raised a smile and spoke teasing words.

"What are you alluding to, mother?"

[No, this is the only thing I said, and I mean it seriously, Anya. 】

Morgan sighed.

[My brother Perturabo is a piece of fine steel containing flames. His inside is far hotter than his outside. He releases amazing emotions all the time, but most of the time, these emotions are Consumed by him in the most brutal way: he has been consuming his emotions, just as I am consuming his soldiers at this moment. 】

The long and sincere conclusion was accompanied by the last sentence, which turned into an extremely bitter backside irony, and this kind of despicable words full of Avalon can of course only flow into the ears of Virgo: Spider Queen She and her eldest daughter were locked in the cold command room, avoiding anyone's interference. In front of the holographic projection instrument and electronic screen spanning more than ten meters, she commanded the three subordinates of the original gene arbitrarily. Huge military strength.

There were no support personnel around her, and there were no computing instruments around her. After the other two Primarchs landed on the surface one after another, even the requests of the Imperial Fist and the Iron Warriors to watch were ignored by Morgan, because she Just wants a quiet working environment: as long as she has enough thinking space and her daughter, the Lord of Avalon can perfectly orchestrate everything in sight.

She is the greatest of all men of war: only Guilliman can rival her.

Legions, machinery, buildings and logistics, endless numbers, disorganized reports and the ever-changing military situation all become slow and simple in front of the Spider Queen's blue eyes, more complicated than a composition written by a seven-year-old child. To put it bluntly: On the ground, the chaotic network involving hundreds of thousands of Astartes warriors and millions of mortal auxiliaries was nothing more than scattered war chess pieces that she could pick at her fingertips.

Innately powerful talents, multi-threaded thinking ability, the magnanimity to single-handedly manage the three hundred worlds of Avalon, and the richest experience in cross-legion command operations among the original bodies: all factors have been eliminated in the past few decades. Continuous mixing, mixing and welding together finally created the current Spider Queen, a monster piled up by logic and experience.

A [Guilliman at War].

The rustling quill that was enough to give Horus, the wolf god, a headache, is now tightly held in Morgan's palm, composing the music of the legion wantonly: Every three minutes, the Lord of Avalon will After re-screening the entire battlefield, from the trenches and bunkers on the ground to the supply ships jumping to the edge of the galaxy, no one can escape Morgan's double dragnet in the logical realm and the subspace realm.

Their bodies are guided by her, and their souls are contained by her.

She divided every second into four parts, giving two parts to the Dawnbreakers, and dividing the rest equally between the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. She would destroy the entire Second Legion in less than five minutes. Make a micro-adjustment of the front line from beginning to end to pull back those teams that have gone deep alone. Anchor each vital target and figure out which theater of operations will have the most mission-critical Dawnbreaker company over the next hour? How should the tactical supplies they need most be arranged? Everything is sorted and summed up, eventually disappearing into the chant of the track's master stream.

In addition, Morgan also has to maintain constant communication with his two blood relatives at the same time, accurately direct the volley of the fleet in orbit, and think and answer every question sent back by the senior commanders on the front line. : After meeting these conditions, she could take the time to browse and record the thousands of battle reports, summaries, support information, and data updates that were continuously flowing out on the three secondary displays.

In this way, six hours have passed in this war against Hurudru, and since Dorne and Perturabo launched landing operations one after another in the second hour of the war, Morgan's every five minutes has basically They all spent it like this: But unlike what was imagined, not only was the Spider Queen not at all tired now, but she actually looked a little radiant.

After all, time is passing and everyone is making progress. Today’s Lord of Avalon is no longer the [novice] who needed to burn precious soul reserves during the Randan War to command and dispatch galaxy-level wars. She has created and taken charge of the entire The Far Eastern Frontier has lasted for nearly half a century: a huge country spanning dozens of star sectors, three hundred core worlds and thousands of affiliated planets. Just maintaining its daily operation and steady expansion requires a huge amount of calculations. Greater than any interstellar war.

And Morgan has been maintaining this amount of calculations for nearly half a century. She has become the second character among the original bodies to pick up the [quill]. Although she still needs to burn part of her soul reserves for heat support, now The Lord of Avalon, while commanding a mere galaxy-level war, could also easily take time out to chat with his daughter about completely unrelated things to relieve stress.

But it wouldn't be right to say it was irrelevant. After all, they were discussing other Primarchs, but one was far away in Macragge, while the other two were still on the planet beneath their feet, leading their respective elite forces to each other. As for the competition: the entire battlefield has been involved in the vortex of competition between the two emperor's sons.

Although the landing places of Dorne and Perturabo are quite different, it is not known whether it is because of their excessive abilities or their bloodline, but the two original bodies seem to be able to vaguely feel the difference. To reach the opponent's position and predict the opponent's progress made their war competition become anxious and fierce, full of transcendence and counter-transcendence.

From Morgan's perspective, the bodyguards of the Lord of Steel and the Lord of the Imperial Fist are like two daggers running in parallel, piercing into the dirty flesh and blood of the Hrud people. They occasionally open a small gap, But the lagging side will soon realize its disadvantage and catch up as quickly as possible.

At present, it is difficult to say which side will win: Perturabo seems to be closer to the core stronghold of the Hrud, but in front of Dorn's army, there is the largest number of alien troops. The various companies and battalions behind them were all engaged in long-lasting flesh-and-blood battles with blood and fire.

Between the two legions, only the thousands of Dawnbreakers brought by Morgan and the auxiliary troops of Avalon formed a thin dividing line. This silver-white line clearly demarcated the two The battle situation of the legion, the distribution of its troops and the number of casualties.

After some comparisons, Morgan discovered an interesting thing: when Perturabo was committed to competing with his Invite brothers for the speed of victory, he no longer focused his nitpicking on commanding his subordinates to fight, and After transferring most of the legion's command power to Frix: the casualty figures of the Fourth Legion were actually more beautiful than those battles commanded by the Lord of Steel himself.

In fact, if compared horizontally, in the past three hours, the casualty rate of the Fourth Army in this expedition has even reached a historical low: the most vivid manifestation is that the 14th Battalion of Dantioch , unexpectedly not the one with the fewest casualties.

In sharp contrast, without the command of Dorn, perhaps in order to catch up with the footsteps of his genetic father, the casualty rate of the Imperial Fists has increased a lot: although the [Peak Casualty] of the Seventh Legion is higher than The fourth legion's [casualty trough] is still far behind by a huge order of magnitude.

But what really made Morgan curious was not this, but the yellow icon speeding forward on the war map, which symbolized the team led by Dorn himself: What the Lord of Avalon did not expect was that the one in her Would Dorn, who always impressed me as calm and serious, really acquiesce to Perturabo's invitation and engage in such a war competition with him that goes against the Invite's consistent principles?

He actually really cares about the outcome with Perturabo?

This idea made Morgan feel ridiculous, but the facts before her were indeed true. Her Invite blood relatives were indeed provoked to combativeness by the Lord of Steel's words: it seems that Dorn's previous words were not self-effacing, he It is indeed impossible to restrain the impulse in my heart, and it is not just the impulse of language.

in addition……

The original body smiled, and she remembered that when she was watching the dispute between Dorn and Perturabo, she did notice some strange behavior of the Invites. Dorn seemed to be accustomed to arguing with him on every detail. Perturabo argued, even though the argument was completely fruitless: it was as if what he cared about was not the outcome, but the process [of arguing with Perturabo].

Morgan blinked. In the next moment, she processed one hundred and thirty-four pieces of information about the war, without delaying the installation of new labels for her blood relatives in her brain.

She guessed that maybe even Donne himself didn't realize that he was not as cold and cold as he seemed. He also cared about the friendship with his brothers, and what was more prominent than this friendship, that kind of love. An innate desire to win against his brothers: just like Perturabo always wanted to win against Dorn.

It is this kind of competitiveness that is gradually pushing the two original bodies into a dangerous situation: standing on the sky, the Lord of Avalon can see every detail of the war clearly. , or Perturabo's team, are gradually losing touch with the large army behind them. Although this situation is not obvious, Morgan is obviously more aware of the subtle cracks than her two brothers in the game.

The number of Hrud is greater than imagined, the terrain of the planet is more complex than imagined, and the power of the original body is more important than imagined: under the combined influence of these three factors, although the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists are all Fighting to the death, they still gradually distanced themselves from the troops led by the original body, and what's even more terrible is that this distance was still filled with the army of Hruds.

Dorne's front line is okay. He always pays attention to his own legion. However, Perturabo does have to go a little far. However, considering that Dorne is facing a heavy Hrud army group, the situation of the Lord of the Imperial Fist is reversed. Even more dangerous: accidentally falling into a tight situation.

【Tsk...】

This scene made Morgan frown. She instinctively opened the communication channel. Regardless of the countless losses on other fronts, she wanted to notify the two blood relatives to retreat: but in the next second, under the puzzled brows of Virgo next to her, The original body seemed to have thought of something, and slowly retracted his hand reaching for the communication channel.

"What's wrong? Mother?"

[No, it’s nothing. 】

Morgan blinked, her pupils scanning the map thoughtfully, processing the data flow absentmindedly, when her eyes once again passed by the alien army in front of Dorne, and the aliens in front of Perturabo While in the royal court, the Queen of Avalon seemed to have figured out something, and began to mutter to herself, constantly counting and calculating the strength of her two brothers, as well as the battlefield situations they faced, and deducing the possible results over and over again. .

[This is an opportunity, Anya. 】

"what chance?"

Virgo obviously didn't realize what her mother was referring to, but it didn't matter: when Morgan raised the corners of his lips and tilted more supplies and support fire towards the front where Perturabo was, Ava Lord Long suddenly felt some kind of joyful emotion in his heart.

At this moment, she could even understand her brother in Macragge, and why Guilliman was always obsessed with all kinds of data and file processing, as if he could really get pleasure from it. Same: this kind of moment where you can change the fate of millions of people with just a flick of your finger, and even permanently change the fate of other Primarchs who are their brothers. It is really like an addictive drug that makes people give up. It won’t fall.

Although Morgan is clear that even though she and Guilliman are both quill holders, they are not the same type of characters: Guilliman prefers absolute computing power and unparalleled multi-threading capabilities. His talent is several times that of Morgan.

But the Queen of Avalon can show better qualities than her blood relatives in other areas, such as control, details, subspace, and such emergencies: when a bad situation arises, the base Liman's plans are often disrupted or even have to be restarted, but Morgan can always have a flash of inspiration to bypass such black swan events, or even go further, turn them into a future that is beneficial to him.

And right now, that's it.

The Spider Queen just pondered for a moment, and then connected the potential crisis on the battlefield with another worry in her mind. They mixed each other, peeled off the cocoons, and finally conceived a better solution: If done properly, Morgan even has Faith can solve several stubborn problems in one fell swoop.

This confidence was completely shattered when she saw Perturabo successfully leading his troops, escorting the vital instrument, and under the cover of the firepower she deployed, taking an unshakable step towards the alien royal court. reached its peak.

Then, the Lord of Avalon launched her plan. Thousands of plans were immediately put aside, and the next moment there were the same number of alternative plans in their place. At this moment that no one noticed , the entire battlefield was led in another direction by Morgan.

While doing all this, Morgan wiped her hands, turned around, and asked a strange question to her eldest daughter, her voice slowly echoing in the room.

【Ania. 】

"I'm here, mother."

【you say……】

[Perturabo, does he care about Rogal Dorn's life or death? 】

(There have been relatively few updates in the past two days, because I found that when I was typing, there seemed to be white spots in my eyes, which made it difficult for me to see clearly. I plan to take a look tomorrow: I apologize for the word count in the past two days. )