Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

(My hand cramped when I was writing the last paragraph. Just refresh it if you see garbled text)

"Interest is the first step to degeneration."

"Because of interest, you will care, pay attention, worry about gains and losses, and lose your original rationality and persistence: compromise because of powerful forces, take risks because of unknown mysteries, and lose the original color of life because of those interests that should not be had."

"In the end, those who desire power will become slaves of power, those who desire knowledge will become puppets of knowledge, and those who desire senses will become tools of senses: in the eternally chaotic subspace, only the tragic end of the greedy will never change. ”

“Only the fate of fools is eternal.”

“This is the truth you need most, and it is also the first sentence you must remember: remember it firmly, swear never to betray, never to offend, and then you can open the next chapter, and I will take you deeper into the warp, and take you step by step to understand its true...”

“Horror?”

“What an interesting point of view, Morgan.”

Horus-Lupercal, the wolf god of the Lord of Mankind, the primarch and father of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion, is sitting on the throne made of black iron and marble. The smile on his face is enough to conquer a thousand worlds without even shedding a drop of blood.

The primarch has a well-defined face and deep sea blue eyes. He wears pearly white power armor. The most conspicuous decoration on his body is the huge eye on his chest that can gaze at everything: both this set of armor and this decoration were selected by the Emperor himself for the wolf god.

The Lord of Mankind even generously allowed Horus to use the symbol of the eagle and lightning, which was the only symbol that could represent the human empire and the emperor before the double-headed eagle was raised. Only Horus could wear it, just as only Fulgrim could enjoy the imperial eagle.

This bit of favor made Horus satisfied with his position in the empire, but also made him most resistant to what was to come: just because he was on his way to the Draco sector to resist the greenskin empire of Ullanor.

After the battle, his gene-father, the emperor of mankind, would unload his duties in the Great Crusade and return to Holy Terra to enjoy his throne: this fact shocked all the primarchs at the same time, but the shock to Horus was particularly huge and obvious.

How obvious was it?

Even the tenth captain of the legion, Garviel-Loken, who was standing in front of him, was solemnly warned not to mention this matter before coming to meet the gene-father, and not to mention the reality that the emperor was about to leave.

The Luna Wolves were silent about the tragedy of the Emperor's impending departure. They did not want to see the loss and forced smile on the face of their Gene Father: even Loken was actively maintaining this falsehood.

But what really concerned Loken was not these things, but the reason why the Primarch suddenly summoned him alone: ​​although he had just been promoted to the captain of the Tenth Company, he had not had time to lead the company to achieve results, and naturally did not deserve the Primarch's special attention.

However, this did not prevent Loken from standing solemnly in front of the Gene Father, waiting for Horus to take time to talk to him and tell Loken the reason for his coming here.

He hoped it would be an order: the new Tenth Company was eager for honor.

Loken did not wait too long.

Horus was leaning on the throne, and he focused all his attention on the book in his hand. Loken recognized that it was the latest volume of [The Psychic Codex] written by the famous Lantern Goddess, the Genetic Primarch of the Dawnbreakers, Her Excellency Morgan. He heard that it was a special edition only provided to high-level psychics, teaching them how to explore deeper subspace.

The most powerful think tanks in the Luna Wolves also have such books, and almost everyone has one: they protect these books like their own hearts, and others who want to touch them will have a violent reaction.

But the [Enhanced Psychic Codex] in Horus's hand is obviously newer and looks even better: the Wolf God has just started reading this book. He has only flipped through about seven or eight pages, but it can be seen that he has been deeply attracted by the content inside.

Loken was a little surprised. He never remembered that his genetic father would be a person who cares too much about the psychic field.

Horus noticed this surprise.

"People always change, Gavial."

The Primarch called out his son's name, adjusted his sitting position on the throne, waved his hand, and dismissed the Gastarins at the edge of the room: they silently left the throne room, and only the Wolf God and Loken were left in this empty hall, and even their breathing was so clear.

And Abaddon, who would have stood beside Horus as a guard, was now in another galaxy as the vanguard of the fleet: I don't know if it was an illusion, Loken always felt that the Primarch was training their independent leadership ability, and each captain of the Shadow Moon Wolves had been given more opportunities to think alone outside the scope of Horus's orders.

Loken thought this was a good thing, but he was concentrating on Horus' words: The Wolf God expressed his attitude towards psychic power.

"A few decades ago, I really didn't care much about psychic power, because I knew I was not a genius in this field, and many psychic books seemed like heavenly books to me: but now the situation has changed."

"It has changed a lot."

The Wolf God stood up and walked to Loken's side. During this time, Loken discovered that there were actually several other books on the side of Horus' throne: and they all looked like they had been read many times.

Loken recognized that the top one was written by Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, about his experience in governing the territory. It was a gift he had given to all his brothers, but only a few of them finally accepted it.

Next was Lorgar's Divine Words, which was the least read of these books and seemed to have been treated roughly: Horus probably didn't like the content inside, or at least he didn't welcome Lorgar's views.

The next few books were all Morgan's Psychic Codex series. They were kept clean and there was even something like a notebook stacked next to them.

At the bottom of this knowledge fortress is a book signed by Conrad: the Lord of Nostramo published some criminal cases and torture methods he had encountered. Although he emphasized that this was only the mildest part of it, this book still became the shadow of the Great Crusade. Few Primarchs would admit that they knew the existence of this book, but Horus not only read it, but also read it the most times among all books.

A few seconds could only allow Loken to observe these surface details, because the Primarch quickly occupied his field of vision. When Horus stood in front of him, Loken lowered his head willingly: although the Wolf God seemed to want a more relaxed father-son meeting, his child still completed all the serious etiquette in a rigid manner.

This made Horus a little helpless.

"You don't have to be so serious, my Gavial, this is not a public occasion."

"The difference in occasions is not a reason for us to let go of our attitude, father."

This answer made the Primarch raise his eyebrows.

"Do you think this is serious?"

"No."

Loken raised his head and smiled.

"If I were really serious now, I would call you [Sir]."

The father and son looked at each other, and a light-hearted laugh echoed in the room.

"They all told me that you have no sense of humor: especially that guy Ezekel."

Horus waved his hand

"Wait until the next time we meet, I can make fun of my ignorant child."

Loken did not answer. He rarely talked with his gene father in private, so he didn't know how to continue this topic. He could only passively wait for Horus's action: until the wolf god put the enhanced version of the psychic holy book in his hand into his hand.

"Maybe you should take a look at this, my Gaviel: not this one, but its more basic sister version. I believe it will be good for you."

"It's difficult, father..."

Loken looked embarrassed.

"I'm not a psychic, and the think tanks didn't check my psychic talent."

"I know."

Horus waved his hand again.

"But innate talent and acquired effort are two different things, and as I just told you, Gavial: I used to have no interest in psychic power because I knew my talent was not in the warp, but Morgan's book changed my view."

"After reading it, I found that I was able to understand the mysteries of the warp: thanks to the potential of my Primarch, my psychic power quickly surpassed most of the think tanks in the legion, and now I can even read this enhanced version without worrying about the backlash of the warp."

Horus stretched out his hand and pointed to the books that Loken had just seen.

"And this incident also inspired me from another point of view, my Gavier, I began to collect the works of my brothers, because I realized the problem I had ignored before: since all of us are Primarchs, all of us are strong people standing at the same level, and we are good at different fields, then their knowledge can definitely be used by me, and they can definitely be my teachers in their areas of expertise."

"So, I began to learn the experience and lessons summarized by each Primarch."

"So far, this may be my most profound learning."

"I am very happy to hear all this."

Loken nodded, feeling proud of the growing power of the Father of Genes.

"I understand, father, I will lend this book to the think tanks: although I still cannot guarantee my success."

"It doesn't matter."

The Wolf God shook his head.

"Even if you can't master psychic power, it is a good thing to learn its threats and importance, so as to better fight against the alien wizards we will encounter in the Great Crusade. You will become stronger."

"You must become stronger as soon as possible, my reliable Gavier: I have an important task for you."

Here it comes!

Loken straightened his spine unconsciously, he didn't notice his pupils were glowing.

The mission from the Primarch himself: this is what every Luna Wolf dreams of.

The 10th Company will cheer for the captain who brought them the Primarch's commission.

"I will do my best, my lord!"

The resolute voice echoed in the throne room of the Wolf God, and even the big wolf skin on Horus' back trembled: this seriousness made the Primarch a little helpless again.

Loken's seriousness is a good thing: but what he wants more is a friendly parent-child talk.

Just like Ezekiel: it doesn't matter if you quarrel with him.

(Yes, Abaddon can argue with Horus: the gold content of the Warmaster)

But the Wolf God did not correct Loken's serious mentality in the end, because the Luna Wolves have different personalities, and Horus has long learned to tolerate: the Primarch turned back to his throne, freed his hands, moved the books away, and then sat down, as if observing Loken seriously for the first time.

The Wolf God noticed with satisfaction that his Gavier had strong Xonian blood, rough features, short golden hair, gray eyes and a pale face with freckles: most of the recruits recruited by the 16th Legion from Xonia were like this, they had rough but resolute souls, and a face that might be highly similar to Horus.

Thinking of this, Horus thought of the Dawnbreakers and the Emperor's Children again: the Second and Third Legions were recognized as the two most handsome legions in the Empire. After all, there were still some overly bloody warriors under Sanguinius, and their bloody smell largely obscured the beauty of the Blood Angels, leaving only the Dawnbreakers and the Emperor's Children to compete for this useless crown.

Fulgrim's descendants had no doubt about their rights in appearance, and the Dawnbreakers also received gifts from their mother: in addition to the low fertility rate, Morgan's seeds brought countless benefits to the Dawnbreakers, and generally handsome faces were just one of them.

After all, even if gender is discarded, the Spider Queen is also recognized as the best-looking Primarch, almost without exception. She can beat Fulgrim's gorgeous dress without being unkempt, and only Sanguinius can match her: comparing the faces of these two has always been a hot topic among mortal servants, because for decades, there has never been a dispute over the answer.

At the very least, Horus could hardly assert the answer to this question: Sanguinius and Morgan were both beautiful, and they blossomed with different aesthetics in Horus' eyes, but both were what the Wolf God was unwilling to give up.

Morgan had a temperament that the Wolf God had pursued for decades, because she was a symbol of peace and prosperity, representing a perhaps better future: Horus would see his dreams come true in Morgan's face, and Morgan would always show what the Wolf God wanted to see, no matter what their relationship was.

As for Sanguinius?

In a word.

At any time, a smile from Sanguinius could take away everything from the Wolf God.

This was not a joke.

Horus laughed, showing his bitterness in Loken's confusion, and then solemnly apologized to his heir for ignoring Loken because of his distraction: in return, the Wolf God mentioned the most respected person.

"You know, Gavial."

Horus leaned forward.

"Hasta recommended you to me."

"Lord Sejanus?"

Loken was a little surprised: Hasta-Sejanus was his most admired battle brother, and he could even be said to be his idol in some aspects. He was the second soul of the Moon Wolves and the undoubted leader of the Council of Four Kings. Even Abaddon respected his words from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right."

The Wolf God nodded.

"In fact, a long time ago, Sejanus once suggested to me that I hope to find a replacement for him in the Legion in case of "emergency" as he said: Of course, we all know that he is still alive and well today, but he still recommended you to me."

"He told me that you are qualified to enter the Council of Four Kings to replace him."

"But... I..."

For the first time, Loken fell into confusion.

"Do you think you can't do it?"

The Wolf God asked with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, Gavial, I also know that this is a bit crazy suggestion."

"More than crazy?"

The bitterness of the Primarch just now has now shifted to Loken's face.

"That's Lord Sejanus: He is the best among those wearing Mark IV power armor."

"I think so too."

The Wolf God nodded proudly.

"But Hastur convinced me with his words and your past achievements, Gavial: Maybe now, you can't join my Council of Four Kings immediately, but I think we can give you a chance. I will give you a very difficult task. It is brand new and you can't even find anything that can help you from the war records of the Moon Wolves in the past."

Loken nodded, eager to take on this task.

Whatever it is.

"Don't answer it yet."

The Wolf God laughed.

"Listen to me first."

Horus sighed, as if he didn't want to mention the next words.

"Gavial, you know that the Emperor is about to leave us, right?"

"...Yes, father."

Loken nodded cautiously, and he noticed that the Primarch was very lost.

"There is nothing we can do about it. My father insisted on doing this, and even delegated more power to us: for example, he gave me a large territory in the north of the Nebula and Far East, even larger than the Five Hundred Worlds, and wanted me to establish the Wolf Kingdom belonging to the Luna Wolves."

"I know this."

Loken nodded: The Wolf Kingdom is the most popular topic in the Legion recently. Many Luna Wolves are excited to regard all this as a reward from the Emperor to the Sixteenth Legion, which proves that the Lord of Mankind has not forgotten the bloody battles of Horus and his descendants.

“But this brings new problems.”

The Wolf God looked at the star map not far away.

“The conquest went smoothly. Hundreds of star systems have already fallen at our feet. Many of these worlds are so important that we need to allocate special forces and energy to manage them: I am trying to learn all this, but I obviously need an assistant to share my worries.”

“You mean…”

Loken took a deep breath, and he guessed the intention of the Primarch.

“Yes, Gaviel.”

Horus nodded.

“Hasta recommended you to me. He said that among all the captains, you are the most friendly to mortals: Maybe I can trust your ability in this regard. I hope you can manage the Wolf Kingdom…”

“My Lord!”

Before the voice fell, the voice of a Gastarin interrupted everything, causing Horus to frown deeply: The Wolf God knew that his guards would never disturb him easily unless something urgent happened ahead.

For example...

"The vanguard fleet led by Captain Abaddon encountered an unknown strong enemy."

Gastarin took a few quick steps and stood beside Loken, his voice was anxious.

"Strong enemy?"

Horus became interested.

"Is it an alien?"

"No, it seems to be a loose fleet composed of pirates and refugees."

"That's all?"

The Primarch was surprised.

"Some beggars in the galaxy can become a strong enemy of Ezekel?"

"Do I need to send some city managers to assist him?"

"Not this, sir."

Gastarin panted.

"Those fleets are not worth mentioning, but their commanders are frightening: Lord Ezekel said in the letter that the size and strength of the enemy commander are comparable to the Primarch, or he is a Primarch at all, a new Primarch that does not exist in the imperial records!"

"..."

The room was quiet.

"Interesting."

A few minutes later, the laughter of the Wolf God reached Loken's ears.

"Come, Gavial, come with me and see what's going on."

"I understand, my lord."

Loken lowered his head, and Horus set off like a whirlwind.

He was eager to try.

"You know, my child."

"If I'm lucky: today may be the day when brothers reunite."

"I think my father will like the gifts I bring to Ullanor for him."