Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【problem? 】

[If you ask me, there are no "problems" in this world at all. 】

[The so-called dilemma is nothing more than the inability, inclination or even the brains to come up with a third way: If you are strong enough to lift the train, then why bother spending time caring about what will happen on the track ahead? What obstacles are there? 】

[Think about it from another angle: Aren’t the sidewalks beside the tracks also very spacious? 】

+...+

【What's wrong? Father? 】

+ No, it’s nothing, it’s just that your words make me feel familiar, reminding me of an old friend of mine, an extremely selfish bastard: although he died tens of thousands of years ago. +

[Is this old friend you are talking about...]

+Shut up. +

【clear! 】

Following the emperor's order, Morgan quickly averted his eyes, dazing in vain in this slightly sultry shuttle: whether it was the too small space, the humming machine, or the The familiar and annoyingly familiar lord of humanity next to him made this journey of only a few minutes seem long.

Fortunately, she could already hear the sound of the shuttle's shell rubbing against the low altitude, and low-pitched chatter came from the cab that was separated from them by a short corridor: "We'll land in less than thirty seconds." , but the Lord of Mankind was still holding on to his data pad, concentrating on it and looking at it very carefully.

On the other side, the original body took a few seconds to observe the landscape on the Redemption Planet outside the porthole. The world was as desolate as it expected, with ruins and tiles after the war everywhere. , apart from the dotted mining stations, the only intact buildings are the eye-catching giant domes: the Redemptor Planet has no atmosphere, so the residents here must live under these giant domes that can provide oxygen, just like livestock. They are generally kept in small mines.

Of course, these domes are also extremely crude and can only barely withstand the harsh threats in the space environment. Many of them have damage visible to the naked eye: but I don’t know why they have not been repaired.

And surrounded by these dilapidated buildings in the middle is the only treasure worth seeing on the entire surface of the Redemption Star. It is a pure black majestic tower, with a sturdiness and beauty that is incompatible with other buildings. Its top floor You can also overlook a small half of the Redemption Star: If this world was originally a prison, then this must be the residence of the prison guards.

But today, this original tower of slaves has changed its owner.

When their shuttle appeared on the skyline, the original body could see the light transmitting from the black tower to the ground. Then, a group of people suddenly emerged from each dome. In just ten seconds, The originally empty apron was already surrounded by water.

This brother of hers is quite good at running the army: Morgan nodded in her mind. Her first impression of this unknown Lord of the Savior came from the dark crowd on the ground.

Morgan could see clearly that the onlookers on the ground were all dressed differently, and many of them had dirt like soot on their faces and fingers, and they were hurriedly wiping them clean: it seemed that they did not They were specifically waiting for the arrival of the Emperor, but regarded welcoming the Lord of Mankind as an ordinary job. There were also many people who seemed not to know that the Emperor would arrive at this time, or simply did not know what was going on inside the shuttle. who is it.

What's more, many of the onlookers were holding weapons, and their expressions were quite guarded. However, these fully armed people were not uniform. They were distributed in the crowd in twos and threes, and they seemed to get along with each other. It didn't seem like there was a common command. Instead, many of them put away their weapons after arguing with their unarmed brothers, and even more people got into trouble with their brothers. In a longer debate.

The Lord of Avalon took in all the chaos. She frowned and turned her gaze to the tall black-haired figure, only to find that her brother, the core of the group, just sent people around him to various teams. Here, the momentum of the quarrel was calmed down and the queue was reorganized. However, it did not ask the fully armed people to put away their weapons or take out all their weapons, but allowed them to decide according to their own wishes.

Seems very friendly.

But it’s also very...

Morgan's frown deepened.

+What are you looking at? +

The emperor's voice came from behind the Spider Queen, and further away, the landing gear of the shuttle slowly lowered, looking for the roar of the landing point. The counter next to it also reminded them that it had entered the final ten-second countdown.

[I'm looking at my brother. 】

Morgan didn't look back.

[Look at what kind of person he is. 】

+Did you see anything? +

The Emperor seemed interested.

[There is not enough time, but I have been able to confirm one thing. 】

Morgan smiled.

[My brother Corax. 】

[He is an insurgent, but he is definitely not a revolutionary. 】

+...Are you sure? +

The Emperor was silent for a moment, his eyes finally leaving his data pad, and Morgan just turned around, feeling the impact of the shuttle as it slowly landed, smiled at her father, and then walked to the hatch first.

[Very sure, Father. 】

The original body only explained one sentence.

[What he has is a group of partners, not a team. 】

+That's it...+

The Emperor nodded, then reached out and erased most of the words on the data pad.

+ If this is the case, then the five hundred communication plans I thought of in advance can be reduced to two hundred: It helped a lot, my daughter, but it’s a pity that I can’t reduce it any more, there are still too many variables. +

【I don’t think so. 】

The Primarch snorted.

[Let me tell you, no matter how many communication plans you prepare in advance, in the end, it will definitely be in vain. 】

The Emperor frowned.

+ I have calculated all the way for these plans. Morgan, you are watching with your own eyes. I have calculated every possibility: even the most extreme and impossible situation. Thirteen preparation plans have been made. +

[Using plans and numbers to measure people is a fallacy in itself, Father. 】

Morgan stood in front of the door, turning her back on her genetic father.

[Otherwise, do you dare to make a bet with me here? 】

+...What are you betting on? +

Just as the original body thought, this slightly transgressive tone did not make her genetic father angry, but instead aroused the Emperor's interest: when the door opened, the Lord of Mankind stood beside Morgan , they were just like ordinary father and daughter joking with each other, imagining this simple bet in their minds that would soon get the answer.

[I don’t care how many plans you have made for the next moment or how many methods you have memorized, but I believe that Corax’s first words will definitely exceed all your expectations, because this is human beings. Their instincts are unpredictable: If I guess right, how about you teach me how to make your star map? 】

+You are indeed thinking about it. +

The emperor narrowed his eyes, but he had some doubts in his heart: Why did his genetic daughter, in his memory, want to ask for a reward at the core of every problem she came to talk to him about? Is there no other topic between them that could interest Morgan?

For example...

A common ideal? Or a father-daughter bond?

+...What if you guessed wrong? +

The Emperor was obviously more interested in this.

+Then you guessed wrong. +

Morgan pouted.

[I am your daughter, your primarch and general, one of the twenty tools you use to conquer the galaxy, and it is not the best one among them: why do you bother to ask me about this issue? Woolen cloth? 】

+...+

At the moment when the hatch was opened, when the dim light from the Redemption Star had not yet illuminated their faces, the Emperor's brows showed consternation because of this answer, which was clearly illuminated: He was so fast that He glanced at his daughter, then hurriedly turned his head and looked into the distance, with a few remnants of being shocked by this shamelessness wrapped around the corners of his eyes.

In the air, only the low murmur of the Lord of Mankind echoed.

＋Morgan……＋

+You really don’t look like my daughter. +

——————

"This couldn't be better..."

When the savior of Lycacius asked his companions to retreat slightly and meet the landing shuttle alone, he thought he would meet a god and his domineering armed guards: they might Will they ask him to stand more than ten meters away and kneel down to salute their lord?

Corax thought very carefully. Faced with this situation, should he speak out and argue with reason first, or should he retreat directly to his companions and draw his sword to resist: Kneeling and surrendering has never been on the mind of this savior. within the scope, not even in his instincts.

But the development of reality did not give Corax any room to make a choice. When he saw the figure coming off the shuttle clearly, Corax, like his friends behind him, was in a daze for a moment: But the difference is , after his companions reacted, they all had expressions of admiration and admiration on their faces, and breaths of amazement spread from their mouths, and Corax's performance was still much better than them.

He cleared his throat, came back to his senses, and stepped forward, but his steps were much brisker: the scene before him proved that the violent and majestic king and domineering guards in his imagination were, after all, just unfounded worries. In the end, he stood on In front of him were two ordinary-looking people.

At the very least, they are low-key.

Corax made the first conclusion in his mind, and then, within a few seconds of walking forward, he observed carefully: The man with long black hair naturally took away most of his hair. From his gaze, Corax knew that this man must be the [Emperor] in his impression, but unlike this majestic name, he found that the appearance of the man in front of him was too ordinary.

This [Emperor] is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his face is plain. Although he has a strong body, he is not intimidating. Except for his long flowing black hair, he is the only one who can What made Corax feel a little strange was the pair of black eyes: they seemed to contain many ancient things, and the inadvertent fluctuations were enough to illustrate the extraordinaryness of the man in front of him.

Next to the emperor, the silver-haired lady who was a head shorter was even less conspicuous. Corax didn't notice this person until the last second, but he quickly left an impression in his heart. .

This lady with long silver hair and blue eyes may not be tall, nor does she look strong, but she is definitely not weak. She is wearing a simple light gray tights and a silver-gray coat, and she can clearly see See the slightly undulating muscle lines: Corax also has an almost identical outfit, which is his favorite set of regular clothes. This same clothing preference has left a good foundation in his heart.

The face of this silver-haired lady is beautiful and impressive. She is somewhat similar to his sister Efreenia, but she is much more beautiful, but she does not reach the level of fairy-like appearance. She is still in the category of ordinary people. : When she finally noticed Corax's gaze and smiled back at him, Corax could feel a different kind of peace of mind from this smile.

He had only felt this feeling among the brothers who fought side by side.

He smiled back, and gave that smile back to the Emperor: in that moment. He saw joy in the dark blue pupils of the majestic man in front of him. He saw the Lord of Mankind taking a step forward. Although he hadn't spoken yet, the gesture of raising his hands to complain had already reminded Corax of that Ancient vocabulary.

Father.

He suppressed the urge to speak and waited for the Emperor's words.

And the Lord of Mankind just smiles.

+QDo you recognize me? +

The subtlety on Corax's face obviously did not escape the Emperor's eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, Lykasis's savior finally did not choose to expire, but frankly spoke his true thoughts in his heart.

"Maybe, but I'm definitely impressed."

Corax replied, quickly adding.

"But: I originally thought you were taller."

After saying this, the Primarch lowered his head in embarrassment and looked at the [father] who could only reach his chest: The emperor's height at this time was no different from that of an ordinary person, about 1.8 meters, while Korak Although Si has only landed in this world for more than two years, he is still in the growth stage and is already a giant of more than two meters.

+...+

In a second, maybe two seconds. The atmosphere became quiet: Corax pursed his lips nervously, and real astonishment flashed across the Emperor's face. They just looked at each other, silently contemplating each other, and the only sound in their ears came from behind the Emperor. There was a snickering, a kind of Avalon-like joy that kept her mouth tightly closed and could only hum softly from her nostrils.

+...Interesting. +

The Emperor answered briefly, and his face quickly returned to its original appearance, but Corax noticed with sharp eyes that when his [father] turned around, his eyes passed over the silver-haired lady behind him. When he saw it, his eyebrows frowned quickly, as if he saw something dirty.

Maybe he is unhappy?

——————

No.

She was very happy.

Morgan stroked his throat, suppressing the remaining smile in his mouth. Then, his fingers stroked the hair on the side of his earlobe with satisfaction, feeling the message coming from his brain: That was exactly what a thick roll of star maps was made of. Instructions, it only took the original body a moment to understand its secrets.

Her eyes were not focused on the cheap father and son in front of her who were still adapting to their respective identities and each other's identities, but on the mortals behind Corax: She knew that if she wanted to understand her brother, then there was no way. Instead of looking at himself, he should carefully observe his companions.

The results of a rough scan made Morgan nodded with satisfaction. Although the queue of these people was not very neat, there were also casual discussions among the crowd, and more and more people were even gathering around: This It all spoke to their loose organization and the overly broad scope of Corax's methods, but there was one thing that surprised the Primarch.

That is, although they were bathed in the majesty of the Emperor at such a close distance, and although some of them had weak legs and even needed the support of the battle brothers next to them, Morgan looked around and did not see anyone. Those who truly kneel: Even the weakest quickly regain their composure and stand firm before the Lord of Mankind, their knees shaking but not bending.

This is no simple matter.

Morgan glanced at Corax. Just through this detail, he knew that this mission was much easier than Conrad, and watched Corax turn around and make a gesture to his companions. , and as the crowd began to disperse, the Primarch fell silent: Morgan knew that the Emperor and Corax would be chatting for some time, and she would be just fine as a foil.

Taking this opportunity, the Lord of Avalon also thought about the use of this newly acquired star map in her mind: She and the most trusted Dawnbreaker officers and mortal generals under her command would naturally try their best to Once it is all ready, various high-level government agencies and colleges in the Far East Frontier will also send copies. If they are further down the list, her blood brothers should also need this kind of gift.

Jonson, Conrad, Robert, Leman Russ and Vulkan, Angron and Dorn, and Perturabo, each will give a share, and the other brothers will also give a share if they can give it: As for that Mortarion...

Morgan hesitated, but finally sighed inwardly.

Forget it, everyone has it, except this bastard, and it doesn’t look good on the scene.

She is a decent person.

Just think of it as...feed it to the dogs.

The original body rolled his eyes, having already made up his mind, and at the same time began to think about another thing: her Star Maid plan has not been updated for many years, maybe he should create a new daughter, come Help her build these gadgets? Or memorize those complicated technical drawings?

Like Ferus or Vulkan under the Emperor?

When she gets busy one day, or when she needs to go out temporarily for something, those Dawnbreakers who stay on the far eastern frontier can also use her daughter to answer certain technical questions: and those who are cast by various The drawings submitted by the world over the years do indeed need a special backup, a super miniature version of the God of All Machines.

...not a bad idea.

Start working on it when you get back.

The Spider Queen made up her mind, and then heard her father's call: the Emperor was already standing very close to Corax, and even took Corax's hand, and the free hand was He greeted his daughter, obviously asking Morgan to introduce himself.

So, Morgan quickly put on that instinctive perfect smile.

She walked forward and heard Corax's curious voice.

"Should I call you sister? Or should I call you blood relative?"

[If these two titles don’t make you feel comfortable for the time being, you can also just call me Morgan, Corax: The family relationship between us does not require these careful considerations, just let it take its course. 】

Morgan saw some confusion in Corax's eyebrows. He seemed to be uncomfortable with having a huge family with twenty blood brothers. He was not yet ready to put the sacred concept of brothers on of people they have never met.

Morgan's answer made Corax smile.

"So much the better."

He nodded, and then looked at the emperor standing aside.

"The Emperor told me that you are the more different of us?"

【……】

Morgan didn't even have time to take a look at her father who couldn't talk.

[If you're asking about differences in some insignificant way, that's true, but we don't usually consider that, Corax: We are all Primarchs, we are all blood of the Emperor, we are all blood brothers , in these points, we are no different, I am not that special one, and you are not that special one either. 】

"Like here?"

[Not the special one]: This description interested Corax, and Morgan also grasped this point keenly. She stepped forward and shook hands with her brother. The smile on her face made her words particularly convincing. force.

【certainly. 】

[When I first returned, they thought I was a mortal: even I thought so, until I discovered that I was more capable on the battlefield and shouldered more responsibilities than others. 】

"Sounds good."

Corax held hands, and he could feel that what Morgan said was true. His blood relative seemed to have been a mortal for a period of time, which gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy: If this is really the case, then this The Human Empire should be better than he imagined.

"What about other than that? There will always be some differences between us."

【If you really want to say it...】

Morgan blinked.

[That is probably: my character is relatively bad among the original bodies. You can ask the emperor about this: the world's evaluation of other brothers is much higher than mine, and you can also look forward to meeting them. 】

"……Is it?"

Corax glanced at the Emperor.

And the Emperor...

The Emperor said nothing;

He just... remained silent.

The serious face was paired with a glance at Morgan, and his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nodded to Corax: What Morgan said was indeed not a lie. After all, she was famous in the empire. Compared to other primarchs...

Well... a wise man has seen wisdom.

The Primarch took this as acquiescence, which made him feel better.

Maybe……

Maybe his brothers.

Will you really give him some surprises?

His brothers, his blood relatives, his real...family?

Just as thoughts like this passed through Corax's mind, another piercing sound pierced his eardrums: The Emperor and the two Primarchs looked up, only to see another iron-gray shuttle. The plane was precariously preparing to land, and its movements were much rougher.

After a moment, a tall figure walked out impatiently.

+...+

【……】

In the silence between the Emperor and Morgan, only Corax's voice sounded uncertain.

"Then...are they also our brothers?"

【……yes. 】

Morgan's voice was hoarse.

[That is our brother, named Perturabo: he is a...]

【……A good man. 】