Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Everyone knows that the Xiami clan is the war boss, Goge and Mao Ge are the great pioneers, and the biggest tech tyrant among the big tech tyrants. He leads his subordinates to count countless Xiami, the braided brat, and Bald Lao. Big guy waaaagh! Emperor Ka Huang Ka throughout the galaxy once said such a passage.

On that day, the most mighty, the most powerful, the most waaaagh! The super boss kicked open all the gold cans around him, then grabbed the most capable, craziest, and most thoughtful person under his command, the one with the melon-headed thieves to make the dripping spirit grow bigger, and then pointed at him Waaaagh your own greatness! , chatting with her.

+ Come here, stand up straight, don’t just look around and wonder, let me want to tease you: I came to you today because I wanted to tell you something. I was talking to you recently. I like to talk about something with that fart, and the two of us came up with something super waaaagh! Plan, I think this plan is really wrong, so I will tell you about it. +

+ I'm thinking, I will lead you to fight for a few more years, and clean up those beasts, sharp ears, unruly people, and other things that are mysterious and trivial, until this corner I don’t have any exciting opponents anymore, so I’m going to throw this shit to you guys: I’m going to take people back to my hometown and tinker with some awesome and rare stuff. +

+ But, I know that all of you high-ranking leaders are holding back bad water in their stomachs and want to cause trouble for me: I don’t worry about leaving you here like this: if the time comes, you guys If you just give me some useless nonsense and delay my real business, then don’t I also forget this idea? +

+ So, I plan to throw you smart and dishonest generals, as well as your respective bald boys, into the corner, where there are all those who can't deal with us. Cutting stuff, you guys are just fighting there for me, whatever do you want waaaagh! Just waaaagh! Don't let me think about anything! +

+ As for these nearby places, I plan to give them to those generals who are honest but not bright-minded, and let them sit here and squat, don't worry about those things, and at the same time, they can keep an eye on you guys. To be honest: Although they don’t have many boys, they are still able to fight thieves and don’t say anything when something happens. I can rest assured if I leave this mess to them. +

"On the contrary, the places under my feet are the old places where we have lived for many years. Every nook and cranny is quite well maintained. It is much better than the broken ground where you are squatting. I plan to make those places better." Come and clean up these places: Although these bastards are all empty-headed and confused, and you look down on them, I feel safe using them, and these cowards are thieves and sly. , they are also very scheming, and they can also engage in flower jobs, so they are much better than you guys who only know how to fight!

+ Anyway, that’s what I think. I think I’m pretty good at it, but I heard that you are also a thoughtful person and can tinker with rare objects, so I brought you over. Let me tell you, what do you think of what I am thinking? +

【……】

#Muttering sound...#

+What did you say? Louder! I can't hear it! +

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[I say, Father, I wish you the best! 】

Morgan raised her head, smiled, and her words were full of sincerity. Then, she stretched out a finger and pushed aside the five hundred worlds of Ultramar that were shining brightly next to her ear and were about to hit her face. Let the projection of this wealthy country float slowly in the room.

In this way, driven by Morgan, the territory of the Lord of Macragge was running around in the turbulent empire, but it could not find a place to stay: until it gradually drifted to the other end of the galaxy, He was tightly held by a big hand that swallowed up the stars, and in the next moment, he was reduced to ashes.

+I summoned you here to listen to your advice, daughter.

The owner of the giant palm was a little unhappy.

+Instead of hearing these feeble compliments from your mouth: If I want to listen to hymns, I can probably go to Horus, Fulgrim, or any official on Holy Terra . +

[Don’t you think about Perturabo? 】

+...Ah, I made an oversight. +

The emperor was stunned for a moment, then shook his head without any guilt.

+ Don’t change the topic, Morgan, I want to hear your suggestion: This final bottom-line plan is gradually completed based on your original proposal on Terra. Don’t you have anything to say about this? ? Or do you mean that you can’t see the problem with it? +

[I can feel that the biggest problem is what you just said. 】

The original body's eyes were a little tired.

[Since you know that this plan is based on my original proposal, and my proposal is definitely the most feasible method that I can imagine, how can I raise other issues? : If I could have singled it out, I would have said it. 】

+...+

The Emperor was silent for a moment.

+Is it possible that there will be some cognitive gap between you and Malcador? After all, he designed this plan, and he may not understand the essence of your thoughts: As I said before, you It's best for two people to be fundamentally different. +

【...呲! 】

Morgan sneered. She didn't even bother to put on the most basic disguise. The voice of the original body wandered across the galaxy, penetrated the illusory kingdom of Jonson and Ferrus, and directly exploded in the place where the Emperor was. Enter Holy Terra.

[Is it possible that this plan was not made by Machado at all? 】

+...+

[Don’t lie to me, father, although neither Macado nor you have been with me for a long time, the difference in style between the two of you is really obvious: it is absolutely impossible for Macado to do this plan. Yes, on the contrary, there is a 100% probability that it was made by you. 】

+ Are you so sure? +

[I can bet you that Conrad’s hometown is full of gold. 】

The primarch shrugged.

[If that’s not enough, I can also add Jonson’s adoptive father, Luther. 】

+...+

[So, what are you going to bet with me, father? 】

Facing the Emperor's silence, the Lord of Avalon smiled eagerly. Her cold eyes began to circle around the galaxy star map wandering in the room. The greed in it was so undisguised that she even wanted to paste it directly on it. The look on the Emperor's face told him to understand.

[How about this star map? I'm not a greedy person and don't ask for too much. 】

+...Tsk. +

The Emperor frowned, and there was a look of disapproval in his pupils: in the past, this look was enough to make Horus tremble, enough to silence Sanguinius, enough to make even the Emperor's most rebellious son retreat. Unwilling to confront their genetic father.

But soon, the emperor discovered a sad thing: that is, this nirvana that was effective for all his sons did not seem to have a great impact on his daughter.

On the contrary, it was the fatigue in Morgan's pupils, that mixture of joking, sarcasm, compassion, and a little bit of exhaustion (it seemed like he was too lazy to confront him tit-for-tat), that actually made the Lord of Mankind look at him for a brief moment. , then turned around and sighed.

+How did you figure it out? +

When hearing this sentence, the Spider Queen first smiled, and then mentally reviewed the core parts of the entire "Dawn Lady", thinking about where she should put this star map, and whether We can complete mass production and then use it to do other things.

For example...

Make a replica and give it to Guilliman?

He will probably like this kind of gift.

The Lord of Avalon was thinking in her heart, but she did not stop talking: Morgan was not worried whether the Emperor would give this useful star map to her. After all, she had already convinced herself through observation. thing.

She understood that although the Lord of Humanity had small problems such as being indifferent, squeezing his subordinates, talking in riddles, and hiding three things, he still had a very good advantage, an advantage that made Morgan's heart beat.

That is: when you have really made some meritorious service and clearly ask for something from the Emperor's side that is not so important that it is not worth giving up, the reward from the Lord of Mankind will be particularly satisfying.

In short, when the Emperor rewards you, you'd better specify a certain object directly to him, rather than waiting for him to give you something: after all, the Emperor's distant light possesses the ancient times of mankind. The beauty of simplicity is full of pragmatism philosophy.

so……

[It’s a very simple truth. Father. 】

The primarch suppressed his laughter.

[As I just said, your and Malcador's acting styles are completely different extremes: I personally think that Malcador's acting style is a bit like the prophetic priest in the Ark Eldar tribe, and your style , is more like a big tech master among green-skinned orcs. 】

+! +

The emperor turned his head, with a trace of surprise on his face. He looked at his daughter in disbelief, and the palms that were originally hanging naturally clenched into fists: It seemed that if Morgan If he cannot give a satisfactory reply to the Emperor, then the Lord of Avalon will feel some kind fatherly love.

+...continue. +

The emperor's words were as cold as ice, causing Morgan to shrink her neck unconsciously. The long speech in her heart was also deleted and replaced by a quick explanation, for fear that the emperor's fatherly love would come to her in the next second. body.

[To put it simply, Malcador is like the priests of the Eldar. Although they are meticulous, have various methods, and are unfavorable in their own fields, they always have to intervene in things that they are not good at. Tasks that are beyond their capabilities, causing their plans to always deviate from original expectations, or even lead to total collapse. 】

[Just like the Eldar priest is obviously just a spy of destiny, but always wants to reverse destiny itself, and Malcador is obviously just the leader of the Terran government, one of the [components] of the human empire, but he designed Many of his plans have to face the entire human empire, and face things that he doesn't understand at all, such as the Great Crusade and the Primarch: therefore, the failure of both is inevitable. 】

[To put it in a nutshell: there is no limit to what we can do. 】

Morgan spread his hands, and her words made the Emperor think for a moment: the fatal fist of fatherly love was finally loosened, and the Primarch breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

【Given the Sigillite's style, the plan he submitted would most likely be a plan that looked perfect, with ridiculously precise details, but could not withstand practice and scrutiny at all: if Malcador were to formulate this plan, he would definitely forcefully apply what he was familiar with, namely the operating logic of the Terran government, to every corner of the Great Crusade. 】

【For example, making Terra's tax collectors equal to the Legion; for example, making the Warmaster under the jurisdiction of the Terran Council; for example, forcibly bringing the power of the entire galaxy to Holy Terra: Although the Sigillite is definitely not a fool, he would indeed formulate these inappropriate plans, because this was his trick when he was in charge of the Terran government, and he would naturally apply it to the Great Crusade. ]

[After all, Malcador is just a member of the Terran government. His job as a bureaucrat is to maintain stability, so he will naturally prefer a plan that he has tried and fully understood: he will centralize power, carefully centralize power, and expand Terra's power, rather than like this plan...]

Morgan smiled.

[Crudely divide the land.]

+...+

[This rough plan, you can tell at a glance that it was made by you, father, is full of a kind of greenskin beauty: although it seems to be full of problems and defects, simple and rough to the point of being unbearable to look at, but when it actually works, it is surprisingly effective.]

[Careful thinking is not necessarily a good thing, but random guessing is not a bad thing.]

[You often act like those great masters among the greenskins. You all have theoretically almost unlimited potential, and you can pick and use this unlimited potential at will with a very absurd free attitude, and finally build things that those meticulous people dare not imagine at all. 】

+So you mean that my mind is not as meticulous as Malcador's? +

The Emperor asked with a smile, but he didn't look very angry.

[Almost. ]

The Primarch nodded.

[I personally think that meticulousness is not a completely positive word. Just like the Eldar priests are stronger in theory, but if they are allowed to have an unrestricted duel with the greenskins' great masters, I don't think those pointy ears will do well: As for you and the Sigillite, the same is true. ]

[It is better to say that it is precisely your and the greenskins' attitude of not caring about anything: just like the great masters don't care about their own lives, and you don't care about your crown and status, that allows you to transcend the existing constraints and play freely, while the Eldar priests and Malcador who are trapped in the prophecy or system cannot do this. Their attitude is destined to be different from yours... uh...]

The Primarch was stuck, and she had to search her heart for a suitable adjective: but every adjective that the Lord of Avalon came up with sounded a little wrong, and even insulting.

+Are you trying to say...+

In the end, it was her genetic father who stepped forward and helped Morgan out.

+Heartless? +

[...]

[Actually, I wanted to say that great skill is not good enough: but if you say so, it is so. ]

Morgan smiled exaggeratedly, but this smile did not satisfy the emperor. He still looked at the star map in front of him with some worry. After all, the original plan in his mind was really a thousand miles away: perhaps unwillingly, or perhaps as a last resort, he threw the question to his daughter again.

+Morgan, do you really think that there is no problem with this feudal system? +

[There are definitely some problems, but I think...]

The Primarch dragged out her tone, and once again took in the entire star map, and the things she had just thought about emerged in her mind: In fact, when the Lord of Avalon first glanced at this system, he had already discovered thousands of problems in it, but when she calmed down and pondered it carefully, Morgan found that these problems seemed to complement this system...

?

...Ha!

The Primarch just wanted to laugh, because she soon discovered that the fact was really like this.

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In the final analysis, the Emperor's plan was not something new and unconventional, but rather a work of tracing back to the origins of human history: not to mention that the feudal system is one of the oldest political systems in history, just the system designed by the Emperor itself, Morgan can find several almost identical existences from her not abundant historical knowledge.

Like [Western Zhou Dynasty], [Edo Shogunate] or [Holy Rome]...

The Primarch even suspected that her gene father copied these completely.

Take a look at the core idea of ​​this so-called [Final Plan]: it is nothing more than turning the fertile land of the current Milky Way, that is, the Solar Star Region centered on Holy Terra, and the fertile areas of several surrounding star regions, into [Sky Territory] directly under the jurisdiction of the Terra government, and then dividing the other lands among the Primarchs, and in the process, using clever means to make the territory and power under the rule of the Terra government far greater than any single Primarch country.

Under the premise of this one-on-one absolute strength crushing, the Emperor encircled those Primarchs that he felt were trustworthy, or at least would not cause big troubles, around the Terran Territory. As [Arch Guards]: The beloved Fulgrim and Vulkan sit in the maelstrom in the east, while Dorn and Ferus protect the two wings in the south and north. In the west, there is only one Lorgar. , what big things can the Word Bearers Legion do?

As for guys like Horus, Morgan, Guilliman, Conrad, and Mortarion, who were either outstanding in ability or not so reassuring, they were placed at the outermost edge of the galaxy. Even if their [vassals] are wary of each other: even if any two of them join forces, facing the powerful Terra Heavenly Territory and the loyal defenders around the Heavenly Territory, they can only suppress it. The ambition in my heart is gone.

Therefore, if you really want to look at it from the perspective of maintaining stability, this is actually a pretty good plan: although the enfeoffment system itself is a very backward thing, the current situation in the empire is not much better. As for the existence of the enfeoffment system itself The two huge problems, under Morgan's reverse scrutiny, seem to be able to survive safely under this system.

First of all, there is the fundamental reason why 99% of the feudal system will collapse: that is, with the development of productivity and the continuous exploration of the bitter and cold frontier lands, those who were originally scattered in the marginal areas and had a lot of room for development. Country], after continuous development, Tianling, which sits in the core area but has no room for development, will be far behind, thereby achieving backlash and even conquest from within. .

In Morgan's memory, there was a very famous feudal country in ancient Terra called [Zhou]. Its country's decline was largely caused by the backlash from the border areas. The outermost Fang country With the long development and accumulation, its strength gradually surpassed the land directly under the Wang family and the Wang family's vassals who were trapped in the central area.

But for the empire, this is not a problem. After all, even in the solar star field, which is currently the most developed by mankind, the number of planets that have been truly developed and utilized is less than one-tenth of the total: this is still after the so-called The accumulation of the golden age and the dark age has only reached the figures.

Judging from the current territory of the human empire and the boundless territory of the entire galaxy, it is probably not until ten thousand years later that humans can only control a limited part of the galaxy: so even the Terran Territory, which sits in the center of the galaxy, does not have to worry at all. There will be insufficient space for their own development.

Quite the contrary: because the Terra Sky Territory itself is a prosperous area, with good population, infrastructure and related experience, Holy Terra has more advantages and strength in developing the planet than the fringe countries of the Primarchs. The gap will only grow wider.

And even after ten thousand years, Terra's development space is really insufficient. To put it bluntly: let alone whether this system can last ten thousand years, if the leader of Holy Terra can survive this ten thousand years, If the integration of the border areas cannot be completed during the advantageous period of 20 years, then this position deserves to be replaced.

The Empire has no need of incompetents.

Therefore, the biggest problem of the feudal system is not a problem.

As for the second point, that is, the gradual rigidification of the feudal system itself, Morgan has also considered it: just like the Edo shogunate on Holy Terra successfully maintained its feudal rule for a long time, but it has no relationship with the outside world. The isolation and communication, as well as the increasingly cruel internal circulation and exploitation, also made its rule extremely fragile in the later period. Appropriate external force can bring down the rotten interior one after another.

But it’s still the same sentence: The size of the Milky Way is too large, so for the entire human empire, there is no isolation of communication at all: the key factor to break the isolation of communication is an independent empire that is enough to [Outsiders] who have an impact on the entire empire, but after the Great Crusade, there is no possibility for such outsiders to exist.

As for the rigidity of the system, what kind of system will not be rigid? The rigid enfeoffment system sounds even better than the rigid centralization system, and again, if the rulers of Terra cannot solve this problem in this long period of time, then their positions will deserve to be replaced. Sit down.

As for other minor issues, such as the situation where various vassal states join forces to counterattack the Terran government: not to mention whether it is possible for each original body to have its own country and cultivate its own concept of governance. To form a huge army, there seems to be only one feasible candidate to be the leader of this coalition.

That is: Horus.

And letting Horus resist itself represents the Emperor's Terran Dominion...

……Well……

It would be better to hope that Mortarion would take the initiative to learn psychic powers.

Also, there are some questions...

Morgan frowned, her brain was working rapidly, and thousands of questions and loopholes popped up in her mind, all of which revolved around the solution in front of her that was so rough that it made her eyebrows jump.

But even the Lord of Avalon had to admit one thing in the end: no matter how many fatal loopholes she came up with, in the face of the extremely vast fault-tolerant space of the Milky Way, and the ancient wisdom of the feudal system, which was already very stable, these The problem doesn't seem to be that serious?

The Empire can afford it.

In other words: Although the divided human empire does have countless problems, none of these problems are fatal in themselves, and they cannot unite to form a fatal situation. Many of them will even promote the operation of this system: because problems squeeze each other.

It's like...

It's like a program, a program full of countless bugs. Although Morgan still can't figure out why this program runs, it seems that it can run, and it runs more stably and longer than those carefully designed programs. Various rough designs avoid making mistakes in more details and cause stagnation.

[……]

It's really unfair...

The Primarch took a deep breath, she looked at her gene father, looked at the Emperor's eyes waiting for an answer, and then the Lord of Avalon just smiled, a very helpless smile, and a serious and sincere answer.

[If you want to ask my opinion, father, then I only have one thing to say. 】

【If by then, this feudal system can really work, and it seems to work well: no matter if you find any problems in it later, even if it is a small problem that you think has no big impact on the system itself...】

【Don't touch it! 】

【Don't touch it! Don't touch it! 】

＋...＋

＋What should I do? ＋

【Hmm...】

The Primarch thought about it.

【We can... write comments. 】

【Then? Then trust the wisdom of future generations and... luck. 】