Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You mean that your daughter gave you a script and asked you to memorize everything in the script, and then you can just follow the script: you don't need to use your own brain to think at all?"

+ That’s right, my friend, do you also think this kind of behavior is excessive... +

"Why haven't I thought of such a brilliant idea before?"

+...? +

The excitement in the palmist's mouth did not seem to be fake at all, and the way he shook his head and sighed revealed a full sense of irony: At this moment, even his best friend, who had his back turned to him, was watching the entire [Emperor's Dream] alone. The Lord of Humanity, who is responsible for hundreds of thousands of creatures, couldn't help but stiffen his movements when faced with this instinctive sigh.

After a few long seconds, the emperor slowly turned around. There was still a little bit of disbelief in his pupils, and he looked at his most trusted partner in astonishment. He rubbed his two fingers together. They stood together, and their trembling lips seemed to want to spit out some questioning words, but in the end nothing came out.

all in all……

#Wronged#

+Why do you think so, my friend Malcador? +

"Why don't I think so?"

The palm-bearer laughed contemptuously, and he leaned on the creaky old chair. His old words revealed happiness and disgust for this world: As the only two people in the galaxy who can step into the world of mankind, Malcador, the lucky man who owns this private balcony, has always felt that the ancient but unsophisticated decoration of this place fully illustrates the emperor's terrible taste.

It’s an interesting thing to think about: for all the sentient beings who worshiped this [Supreme Hall] and tried hard to get in, all they could get was rejection. However, these two emperors who could step into this balcony were considered confidants. In turn, he disliked this place very much.

"Otherwise, we will call your daughter back now: I remember Morgan is waiting outside the room now, and we will discuss the pros and cons of this plan in front of you: I think I will return the favor by the way. How can I praise this Avalon girl?"

+ What are you praising? +

"Praise her for being a good child. Although she is not very well-behaved, she is still a good child: among all your children, this Lord of Avalon is already the most reassuring one, and he even gives me a little from time to time. Little surprise.”

"Sometimes it's surprising, sometimes it's joy."

Makado shook his head repeatedly.

"It's a pity. If she had been more active in paying taxes, it would have been perfect."

+ Are you saying that you still cannot collect taxes from the Far Eastern frontier? +

The emperor turned around completely. He leaned on the balcony and randomly picked out a notebook with withered pages from the bookshelf that could be touched at any time to make himself look less embarrassed. He asked questions in his mouth. Regarding the issue of Terra's government affairs: In the years since he devoted himself to the Great Crusade, the Lord of Humanity has indeed not paid much attention to these [trivial matters], and his unilateral demands have always left him with insufficient confidence in front of Malcador.

“Not just the Far Eastern Frontier.”

The person holding the seal was a little helpless.

"If it were just the Far Eastern Frontier, I wouldn't have any complaints. After all, the rise of Avalon was not within the Terran government's expectations from the beginning. If it pays taxes, it will be an unexpected surprise for us. If it does not pay taxes, it will be an unexpected surprise for us." It won’t have a huge impact: what’s more, Morgan’s main expansion direction is the outer ring of the galaxy, and I don’t expect to make profits from there.”

"The real problem is that [overseas countries], including Avalon, are now avoiding paying taxes to the Terran government for various reasons: I can't bypass any of them. It makes no sense from a legal perspective that the rest of the people should pay taxes.”

+ Overseas countries? +

The Lord of Mankind whispered the word: he had never heard it before.

"The new popular name on Terra."

The palmer was a little absent-minded. Of course he could see that the emperor was interested in the tax issue just to avoid continuing the embarrassing topic just now. However, Malcador was also happy to see it and took the opportunity to report Tai to the emperor. government's current predicament.

Otherwise, he really thought how well-behaved his precious daughter was.

"In Terra's government, there is a saying gradually: Bureaucrats and powerful people have become accustomed to limiting Terra's ruling boundaries to the west side of the Maelstrom, that is, the star field except the Far Eastern Star Territory. Here, as for the Far Eastern Star Territory, which occupies a small half of the Milky Way, it is regarded by your people as an [overseas] area, a province on the far frontier of the empire, a geographical concept that cannot be associated with Terra."

"An...autonomous zone?"

"Anyway, if you look at it at a smaller scale, the so-called [overseas countries] are nothing more than Avalon, Macragge, and Nostramo, but if you look at it at a larger scale, then the entire maelstrom is still There are Blood Angels, World Eaters, and even the Luna Wolves."

+Is that so? +

The Emperor frowned.

+ This is not a recognition worthy of recognition. My friend, you should suppress this separatist tendency within the Terran government and trace the source of this rumor: I don’t want humans to have a concept of [unity] in the future. It will only stop at the maelstrom area. +

"You don't need to tell me."

The person holding the seal was somewhat resentful.

"If you hadn't pushed the Terran government to actually entrust the territories outside the galaxy to various primarchs and legions, I would have been able to suppress these rumors. As for who is the initiator? I did send people there. I did some research, but in the end I couldn’t find any satisfactory answer.”

A sneer appeared on the wrinkled face of the palm bearer, while the Lord of Humanity was there thoughtfully.

+You want to say: Is there any handwriting by Morgan in this? +

"It's good for her, and she does have friends on Terra."

As he spoke, Malcador squeezed out a knot of bitterness and hatred between his brows. He had always regarded Terra as his own private territory, and this behavior of having nails planted in his own backyard was really unacceptable. This made the person holding the seal feel sour: He had even forgotten that he had been working tirelessly to invest [resources] in the Far Eastern frontier all these years, making Morgan's Border Defense Administration always too busy to put its feet on the ground.

"I want to deal with her friends, at least part of them, even if it's just a warning, but your daughter is indeed a cunning opponent. Her friends on Terra are not her own friends: these people often There will also be connections with other primarchs, such as Jonson, or Konrad and Guilliman, who were personally bridged by Morgan."

"Even those Dawnbreakers who are staying in Terra's offices are actually not of her own bloodline at all: the Lord of Avalon is the Primarch who cares most about Holy Terra, but she is not here at all. No matter how much you invest, you are completely relying on your own strength.”

+Like me? +

"Better than you."

The one who holds the seal shows no mercy.

"I say, you'd better think of a way quickly and settle the tax issue before returning to Terra: This is the last time I'm warning you, Apocalypse, if you really want to be in the Webway If you play with your big project, then you can make me have to collect taxes, even if it makes people angry, this is the only way. "

+ I understand this: you need not worry about this, my friend. +

The Emperor nodded.

+ My scientific research department is carrying out the final security inspection of that machine. From the day I return to Terra, the web tunnel project will really begin: and before that, I will guard my last shift. Posted. +

+ I know what I want to do: in addition to the perfect city in front of me, I also want to hold a meeting about psykers, calm the anger of Mortarion and others, and then stage a grand victory epic, come Make sure my Wolf Shepherd can take over smoothly. +

"Have you chosen your opponent?"

+ Of course.

The emperor waved his hand, and a star map jumped in front of the palmer.

+Intelligence shows that a huge orc empire is gradually rising to the north of the Tianlong Star Region: these aliens are using the Ullanor Galaxy as the core and continue to expand their sphere of influence. In a few years, they will not be alone. An opponent that the Legion can deal with. +

"It's quite appropriate."

The palm-printer nodded, and then fell into deep thought while looking at the map.

"But don't you think that this place is too remote? Apocalypse: Not to mention the Ullanor galaxy, even the Tianlong star region, according to the normal progress of the Great Expedition, our fleet will be at least dozens We won’t be able to set foot there until years later. Can such a distant expedition really have the effect you expect?”

"Don't forget, Jonson and Jaghatai also often went on such long expeditions, but they were not famous on the stage of the Great Expedition: If you want your Wolf Shepherd to ascend smoothly, then you should let This war took place in a star field close to the empire’s control area.”

"Only when it concerns the current interests of the empire can we gain the most reputation."

+That’s what I think. +

The Lord of Mankind smiled.

+ A few years ago, I had dispatched a mobile fleet secretly to the vicinity of the Ullanor system. Their mission was to divert the attention of the Orc Empire to the territory of the Human Empire, and in the process , making this alien force a controllable, yet powerful enough to be taken seriously. +

+ I will work with the Luna Wolf near Rongo Star in the Tianlong Star Territory to block the advance of the Orc Empire, and then completely defeat it on the borders of the Empire: Such an achievement is enough to make the Warmaster of Horus... No one doubts his name. After that, I can safely leave the front lines of the Great Crusade and return to Terra. +

"As long as you have an idea."

The palm bearer sighed, as if he was lamenting: Several Primarchs were haunted by dreams, and the entire Great Crusade was being discussed intensely. It seemed that the candidate for Warmaster would never be decided until the last moment. In the heart of the Emperor, It's just a slightly complicated drama.

"But don't forget what I said."

+I remember it. +

The spirit of mankind has waned.

+ After the election of the Warmaster, I will officially confirm the establishment of the Historian Guild. The first batch of Historians will be selected from Terra and join each expedition fleet, especially the various Astartes Legions, using a more formal , a more magnificent way to record the unity of mankind.

+ Then, I will wait for about a month, and then set up a tax bureau specifically for the Great Expedition, and officially dispatch the first batch of tax collectors to each legion: whether it is the imperial world of the Sun Star Territory, or what you call In those overseas countries, their taxes will be uniformly managed by these executives. +

"This is good."

Malcador frowned.

"But why do you want to do these two things separately?"

+ A little trick. +

The Emperor took back the star map.

+ Whether it is the news that I will leave the Great Crusade or the establishment of the Terran Council, it is bound to make many legions dissatisfied, and this dissatisfaction will definitely be vented on the historians sent to various legions: in order to protect these weak elites, I will send out the tax bureau executives later. +

+ When the Primarch and the Astartes face these tax collectors, they will in turn realize the advantages of those historians: correspondingly, the working environment of these cultural workers will become more friendly. +

(Don’t laugh, this is true. It was directly stated in Horus Rising. When a group of historians, mainly Keele and Mesati, first arrived at the Luna Wolves, they all looked down upon them until Terra When the tax collectors arrived in the fleet, their living conditions improved greatly).

"It's a good idea."

The person holding the seal nodded.

"But why do you take so much care of these historians: is there anyone among them you care about?"

+That's right. +

The emperor did not deny it. He created a round mirror in the void, and the sparkling light revealed the figure of a mortal woman: she was tall and slender, with slender limbs, blond hair, blue eyes, a fair and thin complexion, and was dressed in a masculine style. , but it cannot conceal its own extraordinary charm.

+ Let me introduce you to: Euphrates-Cile, you should know her. +

"Impressed."

The palm-printer thought for a second.

"A very famous narrator, do you have any plans for her?"

+ I plan to send her to Avalon, to the Dawnbreaker's expedition fleet. Some of my plans require her assistance, and Morgan's fleet is the most suitable, or safest, option. +

"Don't mind telling me what the plan is: I'll go back and make a plan."

+ It’s still about religion. +

The Emperor crushed the round mirror.

+ The conversation with Morgan made me realize one thing: my religious investment in Luo Jia failed. This does not mean that I have to give up every religious plan. +

+The most fascinating thing about religion is that in the field of faith, mortals are no worse than the original body, and may even do better, because they know more about humility and better understand the fundamental laws of operation of the world. +

+ Maybe it was wrong for me to let Luo Jia, a demigod, promote religion before, so I decided to look forward to these mortals. +

"So, is this Ms. Qile the new [Saint] you chose?"

+If necessary, yes. +

The Emperor did not deny it.

+ So, I specially transferred her to Morgan’s country. Although my daughter has all kinds of shortcomings, her greatest advantage is her own intelligence. I don’t need to mention many things to her. When she When she figured it out, she would naturally cooperate with the future saint of the state religion. +

"Aren't you afraid that your daughter will also serve as the country's pope?"

+ She wouldn’t be so blatant, this is not Morgan’s style: From what I know about Morgan, there is a high probability that she will find a group of guys who will do her bidding and form a pretentious cardinal conference. Recommend The most loyal one became the pope of the state religion. +

+That’s how she is, so low-key that she doesn’t even look like a Primarch, right? +

The Emperor smiled.

"indeed."

Malcador was still frightened.

"Pride and honor have always been the concerns of your descendants. I originally thought that beings like the original body did not care about those false names in the world, but unfortunately, I was not only wrong, but also completely wrong. "

"And when I figured this out..."

Suddenly, Malcador leaned forward and looked directly into the emperor's eyes for the first time in this conversation: in his old pupils, there was some fire that should not have been there. A kind of [gossip] color that only young people have.

"I have always been curious: Are your daughter and your sons really the same creation?"

+...+

The emperor, who had lowered his head and stared at his palms, not knowing what he was thinking, encountered this problem. He blinked his eyes in confusion at first, and then slowly raised his head, but he always looked up. He didn't dare to look at his most trusted partner: his voice was obviously indifferent to him.

+Do you... care about this issue? +

"It does make me curious."

Malcador didn't give up.

"After all, Morgan's various styles are indeed different from those of other primarchs, even people like Guilliman or Konrad who are most similar to her: instead, he reminds me of the guy who has been erased. Although they seem to be two completely opposite people, some of their cores are the same. They are both different from the original body."

"And you did tell me a long time ago. No. 2 and No. 11 are the two special ones among your twenty works: compared with their brothers, they have added something. , and something is missing. I can understand that they have added more subspace existences to their connotations, so can you tell me, what are they missing? "

+...Is this important to you? +

"It depends."

+...+

The Emperor fell into silence, never seen by the Signer as hesitating for so long, and after the Lord of Mankind sighed, he gave his best friend only half of the answer.

+ I can't tell you completely, my friend Malcador, but I can tell you a little bit: a little bit that you can understand. +

+That is, if you really want to know what Morgan and the Lost Ones are missing: they are indeed missing the Erda part. +

+ When all the original bodies were created, only the carriers of No. 2 and No. 11 completely resisted the part of the energy brought by Erda. No. 11 was due to his own body's repulsiveness, while No. 2's situation was even worse. A little more special. +

"How to say?"

There is actually no conflict between the carrier of +2 and Erda's energy, but when it discovered that it could not fully control Erda's energy and could only passively fuse with it, it directly rejected this power: this kind of outburst The rejection of instinct can reflect its essence. +

"……how to say……"

The palmer shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not surprised. If getting rid of Erda makes Morgan smarter, this is simply natural. However, your words reminded me: You don't still maintain some kind of contact with that Erda guy, right? "

+ I am not so merciful and will forgive her betrayal of me. +

The Emperor's voice leaves no doubt.

+ My ability to acquiesce to her elusive existence in the corner of Terra has exhausted the last bit of friendship accumulated in the tens of thousands of years we have been together: from the moment she ruined my plan, We have grown apart because we fundamentally cannot understand each other. +

+ Don’t worry, my friend, she won’t appear in any of my plans. +

"That's not what I'm worried about."

The palmer pursed his lips.

"What I'm worried about is whether the existence of Erda can cover up your descendants, especially your daughter with hands and eyes as wide as the sky: I can rest assured about other primarchs, but if it is Morgan, she will definitely not Keeping Erda alive, she will definitely hate me, just as Erda hates Morgan the most."

"...She's going to kill her."

+Who, killed whom? +

"Your daughter will definitely kill your old acquaintance. You don't think the situation will be the other way around. Tianqi: We are all familiar with Erda. She does have some abilities, but in front of your heirs, It’s just a slightly bigger problem.”

"In other words, do you think that among the powers you have, even if you add me, who can definitely defeat Morgan: Jonson? Russ? Or Jonson Garrus? Or, is it your beloved Shepherd Wolf? God and Dorn?”

+ None of them can do it. +

The Emperor didn't hesitate at all.

＋If I really fall into something not so good with Morgan, then I will capture her myself and will not send anyone: even if the loyalty of Jonson and Ruth is unquestionable, their abilities are insufficient. Even if you are added, it is not reassuring. +

+Morgan may not be determined to kill Jonson, but her tolerance for Leman Russ is not that high yet, and not killing him does not mean that she will deal with Jonson: she can completely combine Jonson and The entire First Legion was thrown directly into the turbulence of subspace. By the time the Dark Angels emerged, it might already be the Milky Way ten thousand years later. +

"Well, ten thousand years later..."

The Patron Master imagined in his mind the scene of the entire Dark Angel Legion appearing in the Milky Way ten thousand years from now. It was truly shocking beyond words: I don’t know what the Terran government and the empire’s leaders will be like at that time. Is it joy or sorrow?

"So, you have more confidence in Morgan than I thought."

+ Her power is so perfect that you will see it later. +

The Emperor only responded with one sentence. He seemed to be tired of these conversations that were full of political connotations and miserable past. He walked to the bookshelf on one side, took the script that Morgan gave him from the top, and handed it to the side. He made a gesture in the shadow, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly. He stood out from it and saluted the Lord of Humanity.

+What is my daughter doing? +

The figure didn't hesitate, and his voice didn't sound human at all.

"She was waiting for you to summon her again in the corridor. To relieve her boredom, she knocked out a forbidden soldier named Aquita. She was squatting next to him and carving patterns on the golden armor of the forbidden soldier captain."

+...+

The silence of the Lord of Humanity made the person holding the seal laugh involuntarily.

"What, who do you think Conrad learned his naughty nature from?"

+...+

The emperor waved his hand, and after signaling the figure to retreat, he choked back in anger.

+ Okay, come on, let’s take a look at this important matter. Let’s quickly finish discussing the script. Let’s discuss how to deal with Luo Jia. My precious daughter is still waiting for an order from me. Let’s She can start the action in the perfect city. +

"This is a bit difficult."

Malcador smiled.

"After all, we don't seem to have any backup plan for Luo Jia: apart from religion, does your son have any use?"

+Didn’t I tell you that when I was playing chess with you? +

"You said something."

The palm print maker curled his lips.

"Luo Jia is not important: that's all."

+...That's not right. +

The Emperor hesitated for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

+I did say this, but it was not used to comment on Luo Jia.

"Who could it be? What Primarch could be less important than Lorgar?"

+...I forgot about it too. +

+Forget it, that's not important. +

The Master of Mankind threw the script in his hand at his best friend.

+ Let’s take a look at the serious things. +

"OK."

Macado unfolded the script. He spent a total of ten seconds carefully reading the script, which was only one page in total: five seconds were spent reading, five seconds were spent thinking, and the extra second, It is used to nod affirmatively to the Lord of Humanity.

"That's it."

+...You only watched it for ten seconds. +

"I know: because there are less than ten sentences in it."

+Then you shouldn’t think about it carefully, and then enrich this with me... +

"Shut up!"

The person holding the seal frowned coldly.

"Look at this script: you only need to stand there throughout the whole process, pretending to be a god without sorrow or joy, and then read the lines according to this script. The lines in the whole process are not even more than ten!"

+ is less than ten sentences. +

"Yeah, less than ten sentences!"

Malcador sneered.

"For you, is there a more perfect script than this?"

+...Do you mean that we don’t need to modify it at all? +

"of course not."

The seal bearer stood up arrogantly.

"On the contrary: quickly call your precious daughter in. While there is still some time, we will quickly revise and try to delete a few more sentences. If you can do it without saying a word, that would be the best. OK."

+...What do you mean, my friend? +

The emperor was in a daze.

"Literally, let Morgan be responsible for the things on the scene, and I will be responsible for the inner things. Let's finish the things in Perfect City quickly: you just need to be responsible for standing there, and there is nothing else that needs to be left to you."

+ If I don’t do anything, then what’s the point of me coming here? +

"..."

The words of the Lord of Humanity made Malcador fall into deep thought.

"Well, good question..."

"Actually, I have been thinking about this all this time."

"Think carefully, Tianqi: Don't just stand there in a daze."

"When you figure it out, remember to write a report document and give it to me and Morgan."

+...+

+As you command, my friend. +