Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

kill.

This was never an unfamiliar word to Savita.

In the cruel university called Nostramo in the past, the Prince of Crows had already mastered this most popular subject. He was born with the seed of murder. Not only did he understand every skill in it, he also learned from it. I don't hate the smell of blood when it splashes on my cheeks.

Long before the gang's seniors taught him how to cut off a trachea, Sevatar already had a wealth of practical experience. He learned the secrets of killing without a teacher, as well as the key points to pay attention to: concentration. , pay attention to skillful energy, pay attention to sound, and pay attention to the flow of sweat and breathing.

Of course, afterward, occasionally you have to pay attention to the heat.

Otherwise supper would be hard to chew: like those Catachan roasts.

"……Ah!"

Sevatar was amused by the memories in his mind. His whispering giggles came from behind the visor painted like a helmet, attracting the battle brother walking next to him: this man was also a company commander, It's just that the Prince of Crows is a little unfamiliar with him, but he can still recognize that this guy is definitely a Nostramo.

Although more than twenty years have passed since the Midnight Ghost came to dominate the entire Eighth Legion, the Terran and Nostramo people in the legion still have not been completely integrated: healthy competition has been eliminated. The voices, behavioral habits, cultural traditions, and even some inadvertent instinctive actions still clearly distinguish the two groups of people.

But the good news is that this difference has not become the beginning of conflicts: although it is far less than the well-known internal harmony of Dawnbreaker, among Conrad's descendants, birthplace is not something worth looking at. .

Just like Sevatar is a Nostramo, but after he threw dozens of Terran veterans in the arena and used them as human cushions under his buttocks, no one cared about his black armor. What objections did the leader of the defense raise?

Therefore, the Crow Prince has always believed that the seniors in the legion are still very open-minded.

"what are you laughing at?"

Savita laughed again, and Midnight spoke directly. His voice sounded very soft to Savita. He could even tell the indecision in this person's heart. This made the Prince of Crows a little curious: Although the current The Eighth Legion, like most of its brothers, relies on military exploits and a somewhat twisted sense of honor to distinguish between high and low, but it is basically impossible to hear such a soft voice.

Driven by curiosity, Sevatar looked at this brother carefully: he was slightly shorter than the Crow Prince, had a heroic face, held a bolt gun, and his dark cloak was neatly trimmed. Very clean.

Sevatar had no impression of this man.

But he still nodded, maintaining the courtesy he learned from Daybreaker.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something from the past."

"Are you... the commander of the 46th company?"

Conrad's beloved son recalled a little and found out his identity in a vague impression.

"Just took office five days ago."

The man raised the corners of his mouth and showed an honest-looking smile. Savita thought that maybe he was dazzled, but he did feel a certain simplicity, or honesty, in this Nostramo man: in Is there an honest guy among the Nostramos of his generation?

This is more shocking than a Death Guard who practices psionic powers: no, it is even more shocking than a Captain of the Death Guard Legion who practices psionic powers!

The Crow Prince was confused, but he still nodded.

"I remember you, your name is..."

"Shen."

The man spoke directly.

"Just call me Shen."

"It's a very unique name. I think I will never forget it from now on."

Sevatar tilted her head.

"So: What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem...that's it."

Shen coughed and seemed a little nervous about what he was about to say, but he still managed to speak them out. His posture was like those mortal children wearing thick glasses on the battleship of the Dawnbreaker: Savita couldn't help but think maliciously.

So, he laughed again, and the scar at the corner of his mouth cracked into a ferocious arc.

"Say it, I'm listening."

"Okay, Sevita: I want to know what you can do next?"

Shen pointed forward. They were not far away from the final goal that Sevatar saw in the psychic vision. The number of automatons and skitarii chasing them along the way was enough to prove that the Prince of Crows was right. : Even the black-armored guards were injured a few.

The advance continued until the roar of Titans sounded outside the horizon. They were already within the attack range of these divine machines, but Sevatar still did not order a retreat. He seemed to be waiting for something, and Shen obviously lacked the same patience as him. , and courage.

"I seem to have told you before we set off."

Sevatar hissed from between his exposed teeth.

"Look, Shen, the other company commanders have never questioned my vagueness."

"Because they have worked with you, and I lack such experience, brother."

Shen's tone was very straightforward.

"When our legion was in the Ghoul Stars, I was responsible for being beside the Primarch and serving as his aide-de-camp. He said he was impressed by my ability to handle documents and some of my inner talents. But after the expedition, he firmly demoted me to the company. This was not a punishment, brother. He hoped that I could learn relevant experience."

"Therefore, I lack the experience of fighting side by side with you, Prince of Crows."

"I think you still lack the necessary force to be the captain of the company, right?"

Sevata grinned, not hiding his sarcasm, but this ridicule did not make Shen angry, but made this honest warrior lower his head in shame, because behind him stood two subordinates who were personally transferred by Conrad, who were observing this place at the moment: their personal force was even better than Shen, and they actually served as the captain's guard.

For any Astartes warrior, this is a humiliating thing, but Shen is powerless to resist the decision of the Gene Father, just as he can't understand why Conrad must demote him to the company and repeatedly ask him to thoroughly master a team before returning to be his aide-de-camp.

Midnight Ghost gave a vague explanation for this, and talked about a literary speech in front of Shen, like what the prime minister must start from the state and county, and the fierce general must start from the soldiers. Only by training enough experience at the grassroots level and mastering trustworthy weapons can you better complete your tasks at the top level: anyway, Shen doesn't quite understand these words.

But in a series of actions by the Primarch, including the allocation of guards, giving him special equipment, and even personally guiding his martial arts, Shen still found some clues: his Gene Father seemed to be particularly afraid that he would die inexplicably because of his weak strength.

Really...

In addition to gratitude, this made Shen even more ashamed.

"Okay."

Sevatar's rough voice interrupted the gloomy face of the Midnight Lord.

"Are you always so self-pitying? There are enough pessimistic philosophers in this legion!"

"Not often. The last time was when I lost to Lord Dantioch in the competition."

"Ah, that's not surprising."

Looking at the silly grinning face in front of him, Sevata became more certain of his judgment. Nostramo might have hit the jackpot. The crust of the entire planet was emitting green smoke, so that such an honest guy could come out from it.

"So, if I still don't plan to tell you the answer, what are you going to do: have a brotherly duel with me on this battlefield? This is inevitably a bit too unfair for your clean face."

In Sevata's laughter, Shen's voice seemed very firm.

"I will report directly to the Primarch."

"..."

Oh, the standard good boy answer.

Sevata shook his head.

"Do you have a way to contact the Primarch?"

"Everyone has some connections."

"Really?"

Although he had already made a judgment, Sevatar didn't say anything when he heard this overly honest answer: in the gap between questions and answers, the Crow Prince's arm had already touched Shen's shoulder, so he turned around and stood beside Shen, guiding the captain's eyes to look at the dark brown steel sky.

With the continuous advancement of the Imperial Army, the sky that was originally full of artillery fire has returned to silence, telling that the air defense force of the Triple Far has been completely crushed, and some real big guys have been transported to the battlefield.

Under Sevatar's guidance, Shen can see those surprisingly large black shadows. He can't tell whether they are special airdrop pods or huge transport planes, but he is sure that there is only one answer for the passengers in such a transport equipment of this size.

"Titan Legion?"

Shen's voice is a little surprised.

"Sevata, you..."

"Right."

Prince Crow grinned and shook the unique communicator in his hand.

"Everyone has some connections, just like you said, Shen, and my connections are tougher than you think: when I was studying abroad in the Dawnbreaker Corps, the Lord of Avalon had a good impression of me, and she gave me some amazing little things."

"For example, the communicator that can directly communicate with Riza's Titan Corps was made by Mr. Morgan himself to ensure that there will be no interference: I hope you will get used to fighting side by side with me, brother."

"You... gave them the coordinates?"

"This is one of my tasks."

Sevata raised his neck.

"Do you know who they sent?"

Shen shook his head.

Prince Crow laughed cruelly.

"The Warmonger, the Warmonger Corps, that Ms. Morgan really invested a lot of money, she is far less indifferent to the Triple Fal than she looks, the force dispatched by Riza is even larger than we imagined: do you know how many God Machines the Warmonger brought this time?"

"...I don't know."

"Then, do you know what the size of the ordinary Titan Corps is?"

"It depends on the situation."

On such professional issues, Shen's voice immediately became full of confidence.

"Generally speaking, it ranges from dozens to more than a hundred. A first-level Titan legion such as Death Skull, Fire Bee or Warmonger may have more than two hundred Titans of various models, and with The Ember Wolves fighting alongside the World Eaters only have more than ninety War Dog models.”

"That's a good answer. Let me tell you the truth."

Sevatar leaned close to his brother's ear, and the rumbling artillery fire in the distance seemed so small compared with his whisper.

"Just the part of the Militant Legion that has invested in the Triple Fal, there is..."

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[Two hundred and sixty units. 】

[To be more specific, there are 264 units: more than the strength on paper of the famous Mars Tridents such as the Fire Bee Legion or the Death Skull Legion. 】

The Spider Queen sat slanted on the chair, wrote this string of energetic numbers on the paper in front of her, and then watched the shocked face of Corax with satisfaction: After all, after spending some time with the Emperor, the Crow King knew What exactly does this number mean?

"how did you do it?"

Corax hesitated.

【What to do? 】

"Let Reza dispatch so many Titans in one battle: According to what you told me before, the benefits they received are completely unequal compared to this kind of effort. Such a large-scale deployment will definitely be criticized. Mars has caught the clues, and for Reza, there will definitely be more pressure from Mars from now on."

"But they still..."

[But they are still willing to dispatch so many Titans for my benefit, and even do so at the expense of exposing their trump cards to the sight of Mars: You want to know how I did it, right? 】

"...That's right."

The Crow King looked at his blood relatives. In front of Morgan's leisurely eyes, he suddenly felt that he actually had a lot to learn.

[It's simple, Corax. 】

Morgan smiled.

[It is precisely because I can make the Militant Legion dispatch more than two hundred Titans at once, or even more, like now, that they are willing to mobilize troops and mobilize forces like this for me: even if they know that this time the gain outweighs the loss. 】

"you mean……"

The Crow King frowned.

"Because you have given them enough benefits in the past years, they are willing to pay for you in this operation: even for them, if they only look at the gains and contributions of this operation, they will lose money. ?”

【Yes. 】

Corax's revelation always made Morgan's heart happy.

[Because the great sages of Reza know that these short-term losses are nothing compared to their long-term friendship with me, and they are also convinced that I will definitely find opportunities to make up for these losses for them in the future. 】

"Can you?"

【of course. 】

The primarch laughed, waving a piece of paper she pulled from her side.

[Look, this is an edict handwritten by the Emperor himself. In the name of Omnisiah, he affirmed Reza's outstanding contribution in assisting the Empire in conquering the Eastern Galaxy, and approved Reza's convenient actions in the Maelstrom area: When Reza deems it necessary, their authority to operate in the Maelstrom area can even be higher than that of any imperial unit. 】

[Including: Mars. 】

[In other words, as long as Reza deems it necessary, all their actions in the Maelstrom area can be kept completely confidential, and there is no need to report to anyone except the Emperor: and if Mars dares to pry, Reza could take the lawsuit all the way to the emperor and he would definitely not lose. 】

"..."

[Guess, how many more times are warmongers willing to go through fire and water for me for this piece of paper? 】

"I have no idea."

[Then guess again, when will I give this piece of paper to Reza? 】

"…After using them?"

【No. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[Don't think of me as one of those stupid contractors on your home planet, Corax. 】

[Then let me tell you, when I happen to pass by Reza next time, I will hand this piece of paper to them, and it will be in the grandest welcome ceremony, in front of all Reza’s interest groups, Hand this piece of paper into their hands with great fanfare: Let the entire Reza and even the entire galaxy know that this is the future that Avalon brings to them. 】

"hiss……"

The Crow King took a deep breath. He narrowed his eyes cautiously and pondered over what Morgan had said word by word. The Primarch, who was born smart, could naturally figure out some ambiguities from these words, but He couldn't fully understand it in a short period of time: even Conrad, who was holding a long loaf of bread beside him and gnawing happily, was giving him constant winks, but it still couldn't alleviate Corax's confusion.

Finally, he simply asked directly.

"Is this what you said...dividing the spoils?"

[Almost: You can just learn this superficially for the time being. 】

Morgan adjusted his sitting position.

[Don’t think that dividing the spoils simply means dividing the interests among your subordinates. This is just a simple way of saying it to take care of your status as a beginner: Distributing interests is a basic and complex knowledge. Even if a mortal only If you master some of these tricks, you can build a dynasty in their world that will be written into the history books. 】

"indeed so."

The Crow King nodded.

"So, which part of it do you think I can learn at this stage?"

【Very simple. 】

Morgan raised his finger.

[In the first stage, I hope you can understand this truth, that is: distributing benefits will not be a short-term matter, nor is it a one-way matter, which means that if you want to, you can By distributing benefits, an interest group can be tied to itself for a long time. 】

"Just like you did to Reza."

[Yes, but they prefer to call this method the spirit of contract. 】

Morgan smiled.

[In this process, both parties delivering benefits need to maintain a long-term attitude of integrity and share weal and woe. Over time, trust and even mutual dependence will arise between them: it should be noted that this kind of trust and dependence is very important. Don't destroy something fragile unless it's critical. 】

"Then this time you..."

[The reason why I was able to get Reza to assist me regardless of profit this time is because of the trust we generated during our cooperation decades ago, which made Reza’s great sages believe that I would make up for them in subsequent actions. This part of the loss: And if I had not done this, but had caused them to suffer losses again and again, then it would only take a few years to wipe out the decades of friendship between Reza and I. 】

[The human heart is a very fragile thing: even the Iron Heart of the Mechanicum is the same. 】

"I can understand that."

The Crow King nodded.

[So, integrity is also a benefit that you need to distribute. 】

“Can integrity also be a benefit?”

[Of course, there are many ways to show integrity, such as shared ideas or beliefs, or a group’s simple admiration for you: when you only need the most basic materials and enough integrity, you can When you satisfy a group, that group becomes your base and the core strength of your business. 】

[Simply put, you only need a blank promise to make these people live and die for you: losing them is no different from losing your career. 】

"So……"

The Crow King tilted his head.

"How should I determine what kind of people can become my base?"

[This is another question. 】

Morgan snapped his fingers.

[But if you want to listen, let me get the textbook first. 】

[After all, this question involves my vivisection in front of you. 】

"Well, do I need to wait for a while?"

【No need. 】

Morgan shook his head, then...

She looked at Conrad, who was sitting beside him and happily chewing bread.

Corax:…

This woman just said vivisection in front of him, right?