Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Hracfennir】

"Do you think your [Fortress] can stop my [Priest], Conrad?"

"Not yet, Ruth, but don't forget that I still have a [Queen] in my hand."

The Lord of the Eighth Legion slumped crookedly on a rough stone chair, exuding an aura of laziness all over his body. The chair under his butt was very wide, enough to squeeze two more original bodies, but it was also very small. It's rough, and there are still a few marks left on it from filing errors.

The midnight ghost leaned on it, either sitting or lying down, and soon changed postures, like a naughty child, which showed that it lacked the education of love.

But that’s not to blame him. After all, the material of the stone under his butt is no more delicate than Conrad’s skin. It’s just a huge Fenrisian wolf skin randomly pasted on it: this kind of stone can withstand the cold wind and freezing rain of the death world. The beast's skin was naturally incompatible with softness, and since Conrad was only wearing a long gown, he felt itchy all over.

The [Host] Leman Russ sitting opposite him naturally had a panoramic view of everything, but instead of helping, the Wolf King grinned and laughed at his blood brother's dilemma: It's hard to say this. Is Fenris' funniness intentional?

"Conrad, we haven't seen each other for decades, but you have become a lot more valuable."

Leman Russ raised half of his butt and patted the wolf skin on his body. It looked rougher than the one of Midnight Ghost, but the Wolf King sat firmly on it, as if his butt had no feeling. Same.

"I think back then, when we brothers went to fight... Ran Dan, I remember that you were quite resistant, weren't you? You dared to dive into the subspace storm with a fleet, even that guy Zhuang Sen I don’t even dare to resist the blade, but you kid doesn’t care about getting chopped down.”

The Wolf King leaned on the armrest on one side, stroking his [Priest] with his fingers, recalling the past between the brothers with emotion on his face, but it was a little unclear: what Leman Russ really wanted to say was obviously another person, But when the words came to my mouth, the only thing that came out was [Ran Dan].

"What? You were such a fool at first, even I had to respect you. After decades, you have become more valuable: The robe you wore before is not much cleaner than my wolf skin, my Kang La De little brother.”

Midnight Ghost rolled his eyes, making the Wolf King laugh. Then, Leman Russ patted his hip bones without any concern, making a sound of metal friction.

"Learn from me, Conrad: You see, I haven't changed in these years. This wolfskin is satisfying to sit on. Isn't it much better than the way you can't bear to be pierced now?"

"fart!"

Conrad spat.

Then, Midnight Ghost grabbed his [Fortress] and casually knocked over a chess piece on Russ' side. After finishing all this, he raised his head and looked at the Wolf King opposite: The Fenrisians now see Standing up, it is at least three times bigger than Conrad.

"Take off your armor if you dare!"

"That's not okay!"

Leman Russ laughed loudly at first, but soon lost his laughter and just shook his head, not sure whether he was feeling or sighing.

"I have to wear it, after all, I don't know when I'm going to go down. If Quan's father doesn't have any confidence, I have to continue to be fully armed here: after all, who knows if that guy Luo Jia will go down this time?" Is he being stupid? He is always so uneasy."

"Come on."

Conrad rolled his eyes again, grabbed the [Queen] in his palm, and chewed it with a squeaking sound: Unlike his rough appearance, Leman Russ's chess skills were among the best among all the Primarchs. In the group of three and five, Midnight Ghost played many games with him. At the beginning, he could win two games in a row, but now it is even more difficult to complete several beautiful captures.

No wonder he's not angry.

"We all know in our hearts, Russ, that nothing will happen to Luo Jia this time. At most, it will just be a matter of a few slaps. Since the Emperor can call Morgan to deal with this matter, it means that he is prepared to deal with Luo Jia from the bottom of his heart. Lift it up high, put it down gently, and don’t do it again.”

Conrad's voice was filled with disdain for those with great speech.

"Is Morgan special?"

Leman Russ became interested.

"It's not that special, but the label on her body is really conspicuous."

As Conrad spoke, he stared at the chessboard in front of him. In his mind, he was imagining two beautiful consecutive moves that would definitely interrupt Leman Russ's layout and take back a piece of chess from his brother. A long-lost victory.

"After all, after all, our genetic father is an omnipotent overlord who can fight an enemy with one man. If he really wants to achieve something, he can't rely on us sons. He can lead the imperial army by himself. It can be done cleanly and neatly.”

"He can call us, just to let us do something. Just like that unlucky guy Zhuangson, the emperor can call him, doesn't it mean that his legions can clean up the Taiping Star Territory? Who? Don’t you know that among the five star regions in the current empire, the westernmost Taiping Star Region is the least peaceful one?”

"There is no way. The empire has invested too little here, and there are too many enemies. The only legion home planet in the entire star field is Colchis of the Word Bearers Legion. Naturally, the efficiency of these guys does not need to be much. He said: Zhuang Sen’s legion will come to clean up, which will finally make the entire Taiping Star Territory peaceful for a while, and the old man can retreat to Terrali with more peace of mind.”

"In the final analysis, the Emperor still does not believe in the ability of the Word Bearers Legion."

"Hiss... That's true."

The Wolf King laughed at himself.

"I didn't think that much."

"Don't worry, Jonson can't think of it either."

As soon as Conrad said this, Leman Russ felt much better.

"But then again: even helping out can be divided into two types."

The Midnight Lord raised two fingers, pinched his chess piece, and pushed it forward.

"People like you, me, and that bastard Jonson are all responsible for fighting. If the Emperor only calls on a few of us this time, it means he is going to draw his sword: but we are not necessary. If the Emperor really wants to draw his sword, he can do it himself even if he doesn't call on a few of us."

"But Morgan is different. She is the kind of person who is responsible for literary fighting. She is good at talking and guessing people's hearts. There are not many Primarchs who can replace her: to be honest, there is actually no one."

"It's not that Fulgrim and Sanguinius can't do it, but the Emperor obviously still can't trust them from the bottom of his heart. Vulkan and Magnus' abilities are not very reassuring. As for Chagatai Khan? He can't command him at all!"

"What about Guilliman?"

Leman Russ asked.

"He..."

Conrad laughed.

"He can fight both civilly and militarily, but he is not good at either civil or militarily."

"Because he lacks the ability?"

"No, because he is too capable and too greedy: when he stands on the civil side, he wants the military merits; when he stands on the military side, he wants to take care of the civil side. Although he wants to do both, in the end, he often cannot hold on to either hand firmly."

"And he often grabs all the power in his own hands."

"Who can like such a person?"

Conrad showed sarcasm, while Leman Russ curled his lips. He had something he didn't dare to tell his brother: that is, if there was a Guilliman or a person similar to Guilliman in his legion, he would not mind throwing the entire legion to this guy and being a hands-off manager.

"The Emperor only summoned him here to make up the numbers. At most, he saw the number of Ultramarines and wanted to help out. For someone like Guilliman, it is only right to send him out to guard a region. Keeping him around would only make the Emperor and himself feel uncomfortable."

"In that case, the All-Father is a man who knows how to use people well."

The Wolf King showed his fangs.

"According to you, since the Emperor summoned Morgan, Lorgar will be fine?"

"That's right, because if the Emperor wants to fight Lorgar, he has a thousand ways to do it, but if he wants to fight Lorgar, he will definitely call Morgan here. Otherwise, who else can help him with ideas or even take his place? Could it be Malcador?"

Conrad ate Leman Russ's chess piece that was too isolated and deep.

"Malcador is good, but that doesn't stop most of the brothers from looking down on him."

"That's not a good thing."

The Wolf King showed a disapproving look. Among all the Primarchs, this Fenrisian respected the Sigillite the most. The only one who could rank behind him was the Spider Queen, who knew Malcador's abilities well.

"What do you think of Malcador, brother Conrad?"

"Respect, but that's all."

Midnight Ghost waved his hand.

"Because I've always been following a strengthened version of Malcador."

"Tsk..."

There was no way to refute it.

The Wolf King ended the topic.

"These are what Morgan told you."

"I guessed it myself. I've also learned a lot from it over the years."

Conrad ate another piece.

"So, put your brotherly heart back in your stomach, Russ."

"As long as Lorgar doesn't make a fool of himself, today won't be the day he and his legion die."

"What I'm afraid of is accidents."

Leman Russ breathed a sigh of relief, turned his attention back to the chessboard, and then casually dropped the [Priest] in his hand, forcing the two good moves that Midnight Haunter had finally figured out into a dead end, making Midnight Haunter so angry that he stood there grinning.

Conrad even complained about the prophetic illusions in his mind: Why can these things update anytime and anywhere when predicting those bad things, and they are always accurate, but just when he needs their help, these illusions are quiet like the artistic cells in Jonson's brain.

Death is thorough.

"Accidental shit."

Conrad didn't even bother to explain.

"Lorgar is just a coward. He doesn't have the guts to do anything unexpected in front of the Emperor."

"You're so ruthless..."

Leman Russ smiled, but didn't defend his Colchis brother: he had a good relationship with the Great Bearer, but it was precisely because of the good relationship that the Wolf King knew that what Konrad said was not a lie.

How should I describe Lorgar...

When you don't count on him, he is a good guy.

The Wolf King no longer thought about Lorgar, but focused on the chessboard in front of him.

"By the way, Konrad."

Leman Russ blinked and pointed at the few chess pieces left by Konrad: especially the [Queen] that he held tightly in his hand like a treasure.

"Why do you like the Queen so much? Is it because you rely on her?"

"Then why do you like to use priests so much, Leman Russ?"

Conrad retorted.

"Is it because it can't be used in reality?"

"..."

The Wolf King stopped talking.

After a few seconds, the Fenris man sulked and muttered something that made people laugh: something like the Space Wolves had no think tanks; there were only rune priests on Fenris; that was a gift from nature, not the stench from the warp.

Conrad chuckled.

"Come on, brother, we all know that your thing is a think tank: your rune priests in Morgan's Psychic Academy can produce many top students in every class, even the Storm Prophet is not as stable as you."

"This is inheritance."

The Wolf King proudly puffed out his chest.

"Don't think that Fenris is a world of death and Chogris is a feudal world. If we really talk about the origin of history and land, there are few places in the galaxy that can compare to Fenris. Even I don't know what is in those oldest temples and craters?"

"What you said reminds me of Avalon in Morgan."

Conrad touched his chin.

"Avalon? What's wrong with that?"

"It is said that there is a mysterious area called [Lengyuan] in the north of Avalon. In some ancient myths of this world, Lengyuan is the origin of the civilization of the entire Avalon: the gods appeared from the deepest part of Lengyuan, the crystal gate that reaches the sky, and brought civilization and incredible technology to the local indigenous barbarians."

"A very popular myth."

The wolf king knocked his neck.

"What's the problem?"

"The problem is that my sister once sent an exploration team to Lengyuan. Although the team finally returned intact, after that, Morgan, who was extremely rare, thoroughly wiped out the myths about Lengyuan in the entire Avalon."

Conrad's eyebrows curved.

"Even if I asked her, she wouldn't tell me."

"And, according to my research, there is a very interesting detail in the myths of Lengyuan: the gods are not without enemies. Their enemies also emerged from the crystal gate in Lengyuan. They look very similar to the gods, but have pointed and slender ears like knives."

"..."

The wolf king narrowed his eyes.

"In that case, Avalon is an interesting place."

"Morgan didn't think about studying it."

"She never had time."

Conrad grabbed the chess pieces randomly and put them down at a random place: he knew he had lost this game again.

"She's always busy, either busy with this or that, busy with a lot of trivial things that seem insignificant to me, but each one seems to be quite important: among all the brothers, only Guilliman's situation is similar to hers."

"Maybe, this is why they can build such a huge country."

Conrad did not comment.

"So what is she busy with recently?"

"Recently..."

"Before Morgan set off, she just held a large meeting with the forge worlds under her command, including Ultramar and my world, so Guilliman and I were also present: the main content of the meeting was the contract allocation of three newly built Queen of Glory-class battleships to each forge world."

"...What?"

Leman Russ was speechless for a moment.

Queen of Glory? Conrad just touched his mouth and nose casually, and the word he said was Queen of Glory, right? There are only 20 or 30 Queen of Glory in the entire galaxy? A legion is generally equipped with one Queen of Glory?

"You mean..."

"The Emperor has given his permission."

"Then you..."

"One ship each."

"...Guilliman is among them?"

"If Morgan and I are not in the front, he will never dare to follow."

Conrad grinned sarcastically.

"You know, in order to thank Morgan for getting [permission to build another Queen of Glory] from the Emperor, Guilliman directly contracted all the expenses for Morgan and me: that is to say, all the expenses of the three Queens of Glory were contracted by Five Hundred Worlds."

"In his mouth, these materials are no more important than three toffees."

"Really..."

The Wolf King shook his head.

He found himself speechless.

"You agree?"

"Who doesn't want a bargain for free."

Conrad chuckled.

"I plan to name my second battleship the Prince of Crows, what do you think?"

"...Good name."

The Wolf King nodded: he didn't know that a certain unlucky guy in the Eighth Legion seemed to have a similar title.

"I'm not asking you."

Conrad glanced at his brother.

"Who are you asking?"

"Heh..."

The Midnight Lord reached out and casually overturned the chessboard in front of him.

"I lost again."

"How many games is this?"

"Uh..."

For a moment, the Wolf King didn't care about the doubts just now. He thought about it carefully. But he found that he couldn't think of an answer: they had been wasting too long in the sky above the Perfect City. The Wolf King had forgotten the specific process of him and Conrad hanging out together to kill time.

At the beginning, the two of them seemed to be drunk, but after several headaches and drunken complaints, they became a polite way to kill time.

There is no other way. If he doesn't change, even Konrad will know the color of his Leman Russ underwear.

However, how many times did he bet?

"One hundred and fifty-seven times."

"Oh, yes, yes, the two of us should have bet a total of one hundred and fifty-seven times. I remember that I won about one hundred and thirty times. Thank you for your reminder..."

"...Huh?"

"Huh?!"

"Corax?!"

"When did you come!"

"..."

"I have never left since the beginning, brother Leman Russ."