Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Morgan once thought about something very seriously.

That is, does her humble-looking genetic father hide a powerful superpower in private, hiding it from everyone?

Don't get me wrong, it's not the ordinary abilities such as immortality, moving mountains and seas, following your words, humanoid computers, etc., but truly powerful and rare skills.

For example, she accurately grasped the emotional red line of her primarch, and perfectly implemented the assembly line project of first utilizing, then oppressing, then draining, and then discarding: every time, in her galaxy where she was forced to work overtime. On the eve of the worker's emotional outburst, he could wave his hand and leave gracefully without any worries.

Once or twice would be better, but if there were more times like this, Morgan would not believe it from the bottom of her heart that the Emperor did not mean it: she even had reason to wonder whether her genetic father was deliberately teasing her. Son?

That is, is there a possibility: the emperor is actually a master of psychology and negotiation with rich experience and sophisticated methods, and there is no so-called social phobia problem at all, everything is just another disguise of his.

After all, looking far back, Morgan could clearly see the acquaintance process between the Lord of Mankind and Vulkan, Leman Russ and others in various biographies, and looking back, the relationship between the Emperor and his previous interactions with When Corax met, it was a scene full of father-son love and gentle words. The Spider Queen was also a real witness.

Witnessing the Emperor's words in front of the Crow King, and looking back at his behavior in front of himself and his other brothers, Morgan always felt that something was wrong: the Primarch couldn't help but begin to doubt whether he was the Emperor. Release part of their emotional garbage?

After all, the Spider Queen herself is such a person, and it is inevitable to compare her feelings with others: since when she was ruling the Far Eastern frontier, she would play tricks on her chief guard and other children because of the accumulated negative emotions, in order to have fun and release them. If there is pressure...

Then, it seems to be a matter of course that her genetic father deliberately played tricks on unlucky people like her, Morgan, to release his own emotional pressure when he was commanding the Great Crusade, which would bring more negative emotions: you can even watch Creation is a sacred family inheritance.

Although in the large family of the Emperor and the Primarch, any words related to "heredity" are definitely not good words, but the reality in front of him still makes it difficult for Morgan not to think in this direction.

After all, the matter is right in front of us: whether it is because he no longer wants to play this hypocritical believer game with Luo Jia, or simply because the lines in the script have been finished, in short, Morgan has just suppressed Luo Jia's side. Yao Mozi, before he could take a breath, the Primarch felt the golden flames on his body gradually receding.

Fortunately, the retreat was not fast, leaving Morgan still time to pretend to retreat and prepare himself mentally. At the same time, he could clearly see what the Emperor was doing: just like the sacred light when he came, the Lord of Mankind swayed again. Attracting the eyes of the entire Word Bearers legion, his body gradually transformed in the golden light, as if a god was returning to his kingdom in the clouds.

In invisible places, the prayers in the array of the Word Bearers Legion became louder, but not everyone was praying. Warriors like Angertai were kneeling on the ground, lowering their heads, silently praying to God. The emperor respected him, but the one who prayed loudest and made the most exaggerated movements among the crowd was Luo Jia's adoptive father, Kor Phalun.

But Morgan no longer cares about this, just like she is too lazy to see the inexplicable excitement in Luojia's pupils, and she is too lazy to care about whether the emperor's actions are in line with the exit ceremony originally planned in the script: when the figure of the Lord of Mankind completely disappears from When she disappeared before her eyes, the Spider Queen was just glad that her father was not here for the last time to cause any trouble for her.

+ Mark my words, Luo Jia. +

Before he disappeared, the emperor's disguise as a god had faded away. He stood in the dazzling light and spoke to his descendant who was kneeling on the ground: This time, even Luo Jia could see that the Lord of Mankind was trying to The identity of [Father], not [God-Emperor], spoke to him.

These words were not in the script, they were entirely what the Emperor himself wanted to say: He remained repressed throughout this farce, but at the end, the Emperor still intended to let the Word Bearer listen to his true thoughts.

Even just part of it.

+ Follow the way you were created to wage war and serve the empire, just as you were born to do. With the lessons you learned here today and the orders you received here, embark on the road to expedition. : When you reach the end of your perdition, you will find a path of responsibility. +

+This will be your rebirth. +

As the voice fell to the ground, the emperor's figure also dispersed, leaving only Luojia, who was deep in thought, and Morgan, who sighed quietly: The Spider Queen called for spiritual power, forming an invisible huge recliner behind her, and she tiredly He leaned on it and maintained his standing posture.

Morgan was tired.

Admittedly, in front of Lorgar and the entire Word Bearers Legion, it is indeed very satisfying to pretend to be a god and use the Emperor's light to have a Primarch and a hundred thousand angels bow to him: although it is dangerous and tiring, if Okay, Morgan wouldn't mind doing it again.

But it is indeed very tiring, especially when your partner is the Emperor, and you have to bear his glory: the constant thinking in your mind and the pressure on your soul are far more tormenting than the physical body. Although it is not the first time to do this, Morgan still feels uncomfortable.

Is this what it feels like to be possessed by a stronger power?

The Primarch thought about this question for the first time.

Although Morgan was also possessed by the Emperor when executing the Lost Man, and unlike this time's pretense, he was really entrusted with a powerful power that time, but at that time it was a catastrophic battlefield, and the tension and excitement in his heart made Morgan completely unable to think about the feeling of being possessed by the Emperor.

Even if he recalled it afterwards and deduced it carefully on paper, he still couldn't get the point.

But this time, the situation was different, because he had prepared in advance, and Morgan really felt what it felt like to be possessed by the Emperor's energy (even if it was only a small part of the energy): these things that happened only a few minutes ago were particularly clear in his memory.

The Primarch's eyes turned twice, and he came to a conclusion in a general way: if he wanted to give his energy to a selected weak person at will like the Emperor, and maintain a high degree of influence, it would not be difficult for Morgan.

What's more, the Spider Queen felt something vaguely the first moment she came to this conclusion, as if the instinct in her mind was giving her advice: if she wanted, she could permanently [possess] some weak people.

In other words, Morgan could completely select some qualified people among the Dawnbreakers and give them part of her power permanently, so as to obtain a group of absolutely loyal and powerful warriors: not the kind of gene modification, but the binding that occurs in the soul realm.

To be more specific, it is to hold their souls and then knead part of Morgan's own power into an entity in the subspace. Let the two be organically combined to form an extremely powerful soul...

[Hiss! ]

The Primarch shuddered and took a breath of cold air.

She realized that something was wrong.

This instinctive reliance on and squandering of the power of the warp...

Why did she just burst out with such a dangerous idea?

Morgan frowned, and she glanced at her mind: the Emperor's greatsword remained silent. Since Morgan completed the execution of the lost man, except for some special moments, this symbol of the Emperor's will has never moved again, but it is still diligently protecting the brain of the Primarch. Whenever Morgan passes through the warp, she can feel the protection from this greatsword.

This is also the reason why the Primarch can be dismantled by the Emperor at will: because she has really been receiving the Emperor's favor. Although the Lord of Mankind is not a human being, he is still very generous when giving rewards, and he is better at doing what he says and keeping his word.

On the other side, the domain belonging to the two gods is still huge, but it has shrunk slightly compared to decades ago, leaving Morgan with a foundation to stay, and what supports this territory is precisely the part that the Spider Queen devoured from the lost man decades ago.

The gods fear this power.

In the recent long period of time, both the Lord of Change and the Prince of Pleasure seemed to have stopped their activities, and their presence became weaker: Morgan was not sure when these two Chaos Powers stopped making trouble in her mind, as if they were at the same time as the Emperor?

But she also understood that the eyes of these two gods had never left, especially the eyes of the Dark Prince, which had always been constantly wandering around the Spider Queen: but after wandering for decades, even if Morgan was on guard, she had passively become accustomed to the sight from the Lord of Pleasure.

In other words, this was an open conspiracy: no matter how much Morgan was on guard against the Prince of Pleasure, after so much time had passed, the Primarch's body instinctively became accustomed to the sight of this young god, and the original creepiness and restlessness had been replaced by numbness.

To put it more clearly: Morgan's san value has reached a threshold.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

Needless to say, the good side is that Morgan has been able to actively and effectively cooperate with the Emperor's various actions in the past decade, which is closely related to her increasingly stable spiritual world. The Primarch can even accumulate more souls, no longer use them to offset the influence of the gods, and store them for future needs.

But the bad news is that the silence of the gods does not mean that they have retreated. On the contrary, the Primarch can clearly feel that whether it is the Lord of Change or the Prince of Pleasure, their silence is just a temporary wait.

They are waiting for the next play.

This drama called the Great Crusade has gone through the early and middle stages, and is currently hovering on the eve of the penultimate curtain. The gods' preemptive layout has already been spread, and the final harvest is not yet time. What they can do now is nothing more than waiting quietly like this, waiting for the Emperor to return to Holy Terra, waiting for the real climax of this drama to come late.

Morgan understood this, and the Emperor understood this too. They both knew that the silence in the Primarch's mind was just the gods suppressing their laughter and waiting for the show to start. But all they could do was to seize the time and take advantage of this brief window of opportunity to deal with the increasingly chaotic things.

For the Emperor, after playing out all the scripts, he went straight back to the Emperor's Dream, leaving behind Malcador and other Primarchs, and led his fleet into Mandeville Point. It was unknown which star system he was heading to to complete his grand plan that would never see the light of day.

As for Morgan, she was about to take over the remaining work related to Lorgar.

Originally, this job was Malcador's, but after discussing with the Emperor and Malcador, Morgan came to a unanimous conclusion that she would take over Malcador's work: after all, the three of them were afraid that Lorgar wanted to kill Malcador and then be killed by Malcador.

Morgan had no opinion on this. It was not difficult to comfort a brother, especially a brother with a mild temper like Lorgar. Moreover, the Emperor was gone, and no one else would come to make things more difficult for her...

"Do you need my help?"

Morgan turned her head and saw Guilliman standing beside her and Lorgar in a serious tone with a very recognizable Macragge accent. According to the time calculation, the Macragge man might have sneaked up long ago.

He didn't seem to notice that his brother Lorgar hadn't stood up yet, and the 100,000 Word Bearers in front of them were roughly the same: in this case, he, the Lord of the Ultramarines, stood in front of the entire kneeling Word Bearers Legion.

Morgan could already feel the sharpness of a warrior like Angertai, but Guilliman, as the person involved, didn't notice it at all. He even stepped forward with a smile, wanting to help his Colchis brother from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you okay, Lorgar?"

Guilliman spoke.

"Do you need me to help you up?"

"..."

The Great Speaker did not speak. His face still had the comfort of faith, but his pupils had already shown disgust for Guilliman: this disgust was not serious, just like when you are hungry and see a piece of cake that does not suit your taste.

"No need, brother."

Lorgar's voice was heavy.

"What do you want: are you feeling remorseful after witnessing the glory of the God-Emperor?"

"I don't have such an idea yet."

The Macragge smiled. He was focused on the conversation with Lorgar. He didn't see Morgan standing beside him winking at him, nor did he notice the psychic light gradually floating on the Spider Queen.

"I just have something to ask you: our father entrusted me to tell you the last thing."

"Go ahead."

Lorgar nodded. Behind him, Kor Phaeron and Angertai led about thirty or forty warriors who stood up first, wandering a hundred meters away, not daring to disturb the three Primarchs.

"On my flagship, there are twenty warriors on standby. They will be on your flagship soon. As my representative, please do not refuse this request, Lorgar, because this is an order issued by the Emperor himself."

"Really?"

Lorgar laughed, his voice full of mockery.

"Do you think I will believe such a lie, Guilliman? The Emperor just showed his mercy in front of me. How could he send someone to supervise me? Even if he sends people to supervise the progress of the holy war, the relevant personnel should be the Guards, not your warriors!"

"You can refuse, but I don't think it will do you any good to refuse."

Guilliman blinked.

"Believe me, brother, my warriors will be a better choice than those Guards."

"I don't think so."

Lorgar shook his head in disdain.

"Why should I accept your warriors? What reason can you give me that I can't refuse?"

"Because..."

Guilliman hesitated. He didn't want to use the Emperor's order to force his brother.

【Because Guilliman still has some small ideas of his own. 】

Before the Macragge people could figure out what was going on, the Spider Queen, who had lost her patience and saw that her eyes were useless, casually inserted herself into this low-end game: Morgan simply winked at Lorgar and lightly uttered a short reason.

[He sent his warriors here to learn from you. 】

"Learn?"

Lorgar became interested.

"Learn what?"

He looked at Guilliman, and Guilliman looked at Morgan: The Spider Queen reminded the Macragge people with a look, which made Guilliman struggle in his heart, but under the gaze of the Great Bearer, Guilliman finally gritted his teeth and spit out those words from his teeth.

"Learn your Holy Words, brother."

"...Ah!"

Lorgar laughed.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, my dearest Robert."

"Holy Words? Of course!"

"I will welcome them!"