Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 562 Do you think you are a conservative?

[I don't think I am. ]

[But you, Leman Russ, I think you are more of a conservative. ]

Morgan put her five fingers together and rubbed the rough stone cup in her palm. She tried her best to show a gentle smile so that her words would not sound so harsh: it was like a subconscious answer.

Although these things were already familiar to the Spider Queen, she still adjusted her attitude, like a lion fighting a rabbit. Even the arc of the corners of her mouth and the upward brows were specially adjusted, striving to be natural.

The reason was simple, because the one who suddenly asked her the question at this time was Leman Russ, the one with the roughest appearance but the most delicate mind among the six people present, and the question he asked was by no means aimless: this can be seen in the moment of hesitation and contemplation of the Wolf King after Morgan asked the question in return.

"I... conservative?"

Leman Russ was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly.

"Whatever, you know I never care about these things."

After saying that, looking at the smiling Morgan, Russ licked his lips, and did not continue to ask questions, but turned around and greeted the other brothers as a host: the main focus was on Lorgar and Guilliman.

Compared with the Wolf King, Morgan was much more relaxed. Among the people present, the only one she needed to greet seriously was Leman Russ: Lorgar and Guilliman came with her, and Corax, the good boy, only needed Morgan to nod to him, and then nod again in response.

As for Conrad...

The Spider Queen just gave him a look, and the boy honestly found a place to sit down. Before leaving, he did not forget to wipe off the wolfskin that had been warmed by his buttocks, and it seemed that he had no intention of returning it.

And at this moment, Russ, who was naturally friendly, had put one arm around Guilliman, who looked strange, and the other arm around Lorgar, who was laughing very hard, and dragged his two brothers towards the rough stone table with laughter: Corax followed them, glanced at the expressions on Lorgar and Guilliman's faces, and then quietly moved away from his Fenris brother.

Before this strange combination reached the stone table, several well-dressed servants emerged from the shadows of the room. They came and went like shadows, but none of the Primarchs seemed surprised.

The Primarchs waited for these mortal servants to drag the stone chairs, which were several times heavier than themselves, and put them in order, then bowed to Leman Russ and quietly withdrew: until the last person left the room, Morgan looked at her wolf brother with interest.

Her soul exploration told her that these waiters were neither mortals nor machine slaves, let alone Astartes warriors, but they did have the smell of Fenris's wind and snow: her rough barbarian brother was hiding more things than they thought.

Russ responded to Morgan's gaze and smiled openly. He unceremoniously put on the posture of a master and took the initiative to pull out chairs for his brothers and arrange seats: he still sat on his big wolf skin, Morgan sat opposite him, and Guilliman and Lorgar occupied the other two directions.

Conrad refused to continue sitting on these chairs that rested on his buttocks. He swung his legs and leaned directly on the balcony next to the stone table, rolled up the wolf skin inward, cushioned his knees, and was close to the outside of the small circle of the primarchs. The same thing happened to him, and the Raven King also sat on the balcony, but his posture was much more upright, and he even held a pen and a recording board in his hands.

"Let me thank you first, brothers."

The chessboard on the stone table was removed, replaced by a dazzling array of wine bottles and rough wine glasses. Leman Russ naturally poured himself the first glass. He saluted all the brothers present, and his face carved by wind and snow was covered with a sincere smile like the sun.

"Thank you for coming: this is the first time my warship is so lively."

"I guess your wine cellar is also so dangerous for the first time."

Before the Wolf King's voice fell, the joke of the Midnight Ghost floated over from the side, making everyone present laugh: the originally somewhat restrained atmosphere was completely melted by the trust and joy between brothers.

Conrad proudly raised his chin to the Spider Queen who was looking at him.

"You are wrong about this."

The Fenris man stiffened his neck and defended his most proud treasure house.

"Even if each of you brings your own legion, my wine cellar will not be in any danger. It can withstand it: for a Fenris man, unless the center of the galaxy can open a drunken mouth, he will never finish drinking all the wine on his body."

"This is the basic quality of any Fenris man, my brothers!"

"Hahaha..."

The wolf king's neck was pulled as thick as his chin. Before the wine entered his mouth, his cheeks were already red, causing his blood relatives to laugh: even Guilliman on the side covered his mouth and chuckled.

But the Macragge man did not forget to pour wine for the blood relatives beside him. After all, he had the most bottles and glasses in front of him: Guilliman's movements were extremely skillful, which was amazing.

"Have you ever poured wine before?"

Corax watched Guilliman's smooth movements in front of him, unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart, while the Macragge nodded absently, loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"Yes, when I was a child, I worked as a cupbearer for my adoptive father Conor for a period of time: this is a tradition on Macragge, and any politician with a son will tend to drink wine made from My own son, not a drink from a stranger."

Speaking of this, it was as if he was inevitably recalling the past. When Guilliman walked aside to pour wine for Conrad, his voice became longer.

"To be honest, this is not a very pleasant thing, brother, because it means that you have to stand in a party full of calculations and political deals, serving your father a bottle of wine for half the night. During this period, we had to listen closely to the overt and covert fights between various people, and everyone was hiding their knives in their smiles.”

“And when you experience this kind of situation once or even multiple times, you will realize a very sad thing: your adoptive father is not as easy-going and kind as you have seen before. He will also be cunning and fierce, and he will wear a politician's shell outside of his father's identity. This fact often makes you feel separated for a long time. "

"For a long time, because of this incident, the relationship between me and my adoptive father was not so harmonious: now that I think about it, I was still the one who was at fault in this matter."

"Unfortunately, I can't apologize to him."

The Lord of the Ultramarines was very familiar with this period of history that he had personally experienced. While pouring wine for his brothers, he was telling the story, which was also mixed with a little melancholy: he was completely unaware of the atmosphere around the stone table, and suddenly fell into some inexplicable in silence.

#Quiet#

"Guilliman, you really haven't changed at all."

After he finished speaking, the Wolf King sighed in confusion.

"I feel relieved now."

After saying that, leaving the confused Guilliman behind, Leman Russ turned to his other brother.

"And you, Aurelion."

Leman Russ grinned and bared his teeth. Instead of saying [Lorgar], he called [Aurelion]: because he knew that in the Word Bearers Legion, those descendants who were deeply loved by Lorgar would Use Aurelion to replace the title "Sir" or "Father" to show the unity within the Seventeenth Legion and their equality as followers of the God Emperor.

"I hope this doesn't get to your heart today, brother."

The Wolf King took the initiative to raise his glass, and Luo Jia responded with dignity.

"You know, everything that happened today is the wish of the whole father. Whether it is his old man or us brothers, they all hope that you and your legion can be safe and sound: the matter in Perfect City has now been successfully resolved, We are as happy as you in our hearts, Luo Jia.”

"Congratulations to your city."

"Thank you, Russ: but this is all the will of the God-Emperor."

Luo Jia put down his wine glass and prayed very devoutly: Ever since the Lord of Mankind staged a scene in front of him [The Coming of the God Emperor], this fanatical man of words has now gone to such an extreme that every time he speaks The God-Emperor, no matter what he is doing, he must stop and perform the most formal worship.

I just hope he doesn't have the habit of praising the God-Emperor during battles.

Morgan smiled inwardly.

"He knows everything, he is omnipotent, his will permeates our lives, and his vision penetrates the middle of the galaxy. From the moment it was born, the perfect city has stood in the eyes of the God Emperor. , today is just a sacred moment for him to accept this tribute."

“Of course the All-Father is omnipotent.”

Leman Russ grinned and did not discuss this topic in depth with Luo Jia. He just laughed and followed his brother's wishes. This was his philosophy of getting along with Luo Jia: Don't discuss whether Quanfu is a god or not. , anyway, the Father is omniscient and omnipotent.

At this point, he and Luo Jia can always get along happily.

As for whether an omniscient and omnipotent All-Father is a god: Of course Luojia would not ask such a stupid question, and he, Leman Russ, is just a barbarian, so why does he need to explain this matter clearly? Woolen cloth?

"Okay, in that case, let's forget about this matter today."

"Everyone has to look forward."

Leman Russ drank all the wine in the glass and clapped his hands with a loud voice. No one, including Luo Jia, refuted his words: Morgan was still a little tired from the performance before the Perfect City. As for the remaining three people, they are not guys who like to compete for the right to speak.

"We need to talk about something else."

"Then you'd better come up with an interesting topic, Ruth."

Guilliman next to him smiled and played with the wine glass absently.

"If we just drink, this meeting won't last fifteen minutes."

"Are you that bad at drinking?"

"Is it possible that your wine is just too bad, brother."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Fenrisians didn't hesitate.

"Listen, Guilliman, I would rather believe that Jonson missed an extermination order because he overslept, than doubt my taste: back then, even the whole father didn't care about the wine I put on the table. Just to make irresponsible remarks, his drinking speed is a little slower than mine."

"Did you sanctify the wine?"

"..."

Leman Russ pretended he didn't hear what Lorgar said.

"I think Russ's wine is good."

Conrad's voice came from the balcony. He also held a wine glass and tasted it with a sizzling sound. Corax, who was sitting next to him, was sipping it.

"If you add some blood, the taste may be fresher."

Midnight Ghost licked his teeth and touched his dark crow brother.

"What do you think, Corax?"

"I think it's okay."

The Raven King smiled, and compared with before, his smile was no longer so difficult.

"This wine is very suitable for miners to refresh themselves when working underground."

"But you should only drink one sip."

The Raven King took another sip. His keen sense of smell sensed a lot of information floating out from the mouth of the cup along with the spicy smell, including alcohol concentration, color, acidity and other less obvious elements, as well as the various formulas that make up this wine: thirty-two different poisonous plants, twelve poisonous minerals, seven acidic animal blood, and twenty-two lethal synthetic agents.

Hmm...

There are also three different types of bombs.

"..."

"I take back my words: for the sake of the workers' health, it is better to drink less."

"That's right."

Corax's words gave the Macragge people more confidence. He pointed at his brother and spoke to Leman Russ with all his boasting: For Guilliman, this kind of subjective consciousness [showing off] is really rare.

"Look, Russ, if the topic of this meeting is limited to your fermented wheat juice, then in five minutes at most, this will become a public trial for you: But then again, I believe that since you contacted Morgan specifically and asked her to bring me and Luo Jia here, you must have something serious to talk to us about, right?"

"Of course."

The Wolf King smiled.

"Who of us is not gathered here for serious things?"

"You can't be here to run errands, right?"

"..."

Guilliman's face twitched, and he looked like he wanted to drag his brother onto the duel stage.

After a moment, he smiled reluctantly.

"You're right, that's it."

"Otherwise, you brought a whole legion here, but ended up doing nothing in low-Earth orbit for more than a month, doing nothing but drinking like a drunkard all day long: wouldn't that be even more embarrassing, right?"

[Puff...]

Russ didn't do anything, but Morgan was amused by this sentence. It was the first time she saw Guilliman so blatantly confront someone: Jonson didn't count, because the hostility between Guilliman and Jonson never stopped.

"I say, brothers."

Seeing that the two Primarchs were really going to set up a duel arena on the spot, the weak voice of the Great Speaker interrupted at this time: Lorgar looked at his two blood relatives helplessly and showed a gentle smile.

"I'm the person involved, right?"

"Is it really okay for you two to discuss these things in front of me?"

"..."

The two Primarchs were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed at the same time, letting go of their previous grudges.

"What are you thinking about, Lorgar."

"We are not talking about you, we are talking about our own...business!"

"Yes! That's right! Business!"

Guilliman nodded hurriedly.

"I came here to support Ferrus's Battle of Gardenar, but was temporarily recruited by the Emperor: I don't know how the battle on Ferrus went without the assistance of my legion."

"He brought Fulgrim and a whole legion of the Emperor's Children: it can't be too bad."

Conrad fiddled with his fingers.

"Maybe in a while, you can see Akudona alive."

"Is that so."

Lorgar nodded.

"What about you, Conrad?"

"Me? I'm here for vacation."

Midnight Haunter showed his blood brother a friendly smile.

"After I led my legion on an expedition to the Ghoul Star Region, I felt that my vacation as the legion commander was unlimited: the Emperor also thought that what I said made sense, and he decided to extend my vacation until the day when I could muster up the courage to enter the Ghoul Star Region again."

"...Hmm?"

Before Lorgar could say anything, Leman Russ became interested.

"From what you said, you encountered something extraordinary in the Ghoul Star Region."

"Of course."

Conrad licked his lips excitedly.

"You can ask Morgan."

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to the Spider Queen who closed her eyes and rested, and Morgan was too lazy to open his eyes, so he casually took a brother who was not present as a shield.

[I can't explain it clearly, but if you meet Zhuangsen in the future, you can also ask him: I only remember that after Zhuangsen saw the video records of the Ghoul Stars brought back by Conrad, he said with a serious face that he needed to bring all the strength of the First Legion to have the confidence to carry out an extermination expedition there. 】

As soon as these words came out, Guilliman and Luojia had no reaction. On the contrary, Leman Russ's expression suddenly became serious. After a few seconds, he relaxed his expression and turned to look at the presence. The lowest Corax.

"What about you, little brother? What are you doing here?"

【He is here to learn. 】

Morgan responded with a smile. She felt her condition was better and opened her eyes.

[He is following me, learning how to control the legion and how to survive in this emerging empire: this journey is already one of his final courses, and he will be reunited with his legion soon. . 】

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Guilliman frowned, caring more about Corax than normal.

"I mean: Corax has only been back to the Empire for a few years, right?"

"Time waits for no one, brother."

Conrad stretched out his paw and patted the Macraggean on the shoulder.

"If we wait a few more years, we can't wait until the Emperor returns to Terra before letting Corax officially take over his legion: in this case, the situation will be too embarrassing."

"Are you right, Luo Jia?"

The Midnight Ghost looked at Luo Jia, while the Great Speaker just lowered his head and prayed.

"I have nothing to say about this, Brother Conrad. I am just amazed that the God-Emperor actually gave up his career in the Great Crusade and returned to Holy Terra: I originally thought that he would go to the Great Crusade with us. The end.”

"That's what I originally thought: but Father Quan obviously has his own thoughts."

The Wolf King drank wine by himself.

"And this is why I brought you here today, brothers."

He smiled bitterly, then toasted to Morgan.

"To be honest, just as Corax must reunite with his Legion before the Emperor returns to Terra, I have one thing I must do before that time comes, and Morgan will go with me. Do: That’s why I didn’t ask her what she wanted to do.”

Russ glanced around at his brothers.

Needless to say, Morgan and Conrad already knew it, but one looked calm and half asleep, while the other had a sinister smile on his face that made people feel headache, with a few drops of wine on his tongue on his fingers. Liquid, writing and drawing on the balcony.

Corax still had a straight face, but the curiosity in his pupils could not be suppressed: Russ liked this brother very much, and he felt a few auras from Corax that were quite similar to his own, and in some cases In other words, they may all be on the same journey.

Same sad.

As for Guilliman and Lorgar...

Ha, they are blissfully ignorant.

Let them continue to be happy.

The Wolf King shook his head.

"The thing is like this: after the things here are over, I will go to the northern edge of the galaxy to conduct a joint battle with Magnus's Thousand Sons Legion. Along with us are Angron and Morgan. "

"I will not hide anything from you, my brothers. This battle is an inspection of Magnus and Angron on the orders of All Father: the inspection of Angron is just a routine matter, and the inspection of Angron is just a routine matter. Magnus's is a final assessment. His performance determines whether I will formally sue the whole father at the large meeting held before the emperor leaves. serious problems in terms of performance.”

"This is the will of the All-Father: believe me, the charges Magnus faces are serious, even for a Primarch, and what's worse, I won't Was the only accuser in that psychic meeting."

"Whether I'm out or not, Mortarion will be there."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the room for several seconds.

"Does it have to be this way, Ruth?"

Luo Jia frowned, his face showing that he couldn't bear it.

"Magnus is a little...reckless."

"But his intentions are definitely not bad."

"I know, brother."

The Wolf King nodded.

"So I will choose whether to reprimand at the meeting after investigating."

"After all, after all, this is..."

"This is the safest option."

Guilliman closed his eyes, already figuring out the joints.

"Since the Emperor will return to Terra after the meeting, then at this juncture of the transfer of power, our father will definitely not let anything make a big fuss: even if something happens, Magnus will only have a meal at most. Sorry, it’s just a grounding.”

"For a guy like him, this kind of punishment is painless."

"…Indeed."

Luo Jia also came to his senses.

"After all, the God-Emperor has always been merciful."

"And we all know that Magnus has no enthusiasm for the Great Crusade."

"He is really too lazy: it really insults the God-Emperor's long-standing expectations for him."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell into an inexplicable silence.

"In short, this is the current development of the situation, brothers."

After a few seconds, Leman Russ reluctantly raised his lips.

"I also hope that Magnus can withstand the test of his father, but I know that this idea of mine is just wishful thinking: he has been doing his own way for more than a hundred years, how could he change in such a short period of time? ?”

"That is to say, Magnus will definitely be reprimanded at the meeting."

"This is the will of the All-Father."

The Wolf King opened his eyes and glanced at everyone present very seriously. The warning gesture in his words could not be more obvious.

"Although the All-Father will allow Magnus to argue for himself and allow each of us to express our own opinions and vote, here, I hope everyone can understand one thing: letting Magnus accept the punishment from the All-Father is the best result for him."

"Is this considered manipulating the vote?"

Guilliman smiled, as if he wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but the Fenris people shouted at him seriously, contrary to their usual behavior.

"That's right, Robert!"

"I am conveying the All-Father's order to you! This is an order!"

"Fuck! Damn! Order!"

He gasped.

"Magnus must realize the mistakes he made, just like Lorgar accepted the teachings from the Emperor today: if you are doing it for his own good, you should let him accept a complete failure in that meeting."

"Be patient, Russ."

Lorgar reached out his hand to comfort his brother who was a little bit overwhelmed.

"The situation is not that bad, is it? Maybe Magnus can pass the test?"

"I hope so."

The Wolf King sighed heavily, as if he thought of something, and then looked at Conrad, who had not spoken for a long time, with some expectation: Midnight Ghost looked at his brother, shook his head, and the light in the Wolf King's pupils dimmed.

"Forget it: I don't care what will happen to that bastard in the end."

He bared his teeth, and then took another sip of wine.

"What I care about: is your attitude."

"Especially your attitude, Morgan."

At this point, the Fenris people focused their eyes on Morgan who was pretending to sleep.

【My attitude? 】

Morgan also opened his eyes.

She laughed.

[What do you mean, Russ? ]

[Are you trying to say that this meeting is not just aimed at Magnus, but uses Magnus as a starting point to extend to the attitude towards psychic power and think tanks, and thus extend the fire to me? ]

[If that's really the case, then I have to consider my appeal. ]

"Of course I won't do that."

The Wolf King shook his head.

"But Mortarion, not necessarily."

When talking about this person, all the Primarchs showed some uncomfortable expressions.

"You know, Morgan: Although Mortarion and I will maintain a consistent position in accusing Magnus, we are different in more details: I just hope to admonish Magnus and stop him from continuing to make stupid mistakes there, while Mortarion hopes from the bottom of his heart to ban all matters related to psychic power and the Warp from now on."

[You haven't persuaded him? ]

"Me? Persuade him?"

The Wolf King smiled.

"And then push myself to the opposite side of Mortarion?"

[Think so. ]

Morgan shook his head.

[So, this is why you asked me that weird question? ]

"Yes, Morgan."

The Wolf King lowered his body and let the wine in the cup spill onto the ground.

"Just like Mortarion and I are united in the fight against Magnus, but privately, we are separated by our attitudes towards psychic power and think tanks: he is more radical, and I am more conservative."

[So, you are a conservative? ]

"... almost."

This time, Leman Russ did not avoid the topic after all.

"Then by analogy, I also want to know your attitude towards this matter."

"After all, among the Primarchs, once the issue of psychic power and think tanks is mentioned, you and Magnus are the first two people who come to mind, and Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan are ranked behind: Magnus is undoubtedly a radical, radical to the point of completely ignoring the actual situation, and even endangering the empire in turn."

"So, he, the radical, must be defeated now."

"And you, the conservative..."

The Wolf King narrowed his eyes.

"What is your attitude towards this?"

[...]

[Speak clearly, Rus. ]

Morgan looked at her brother, and the other four Primarchs present were holding their breath at this time.

"Well, let's be frank, brother."

The Wolf King smiled.

"The All-Father wants to know."

"You, Morgan, as a conservative among psychics, in this meeting..."

"Are you willing to stand on our side?"