Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Ordinary people always think that Jonson and his Dark Angels will make any simple thing complicated and cruel.

But this is a wrong perception.

The real reality is that the Dark Angels are good at making all complicated things simple, whether it is a tedious and lengthy surrender ceremony or a fully armed interstellar fortress. Anything that does not conform to their views, or in other words, does not conform to the ideas of the Emperor and the Empire, will be solved by the First Legion in the simplest way.

Destruction, massacre, and erasure.

Cruelty will always be the hard currency of the galaxy.

Jonson and his knights are the most efficient harvesting team under the Emperor Group. They use the simplest method to solve all the complex problems for the Empire: fighting side by side with them will be a worry-free thing, because you don’t even have to worry about the battlefield cleaning afterwards, and there will be nothing to be cleaned.

When the First Legion appears, all obstacles will disappear.

It’s that simple: complexity is the most shameful criticism of the Dark Angels.

…

At least, that’s what Conrad told him at the time.

When their team was surrounded by Lion and Dreadwing for the 77th time, Conrad actually told him the secrets and rumors about the First Legion with great interest: Midnight Haunter told him enough stories before Jonson's men used the melta to destroy them and hundreds of Dark Angels.

Corax still remembered that he listened very carefully at the time, so seriously that he didn't even notice that Conrad gradually retreated in the battle and used him as a human shield against Jonson: when Corax realized this, he had been made into crow sashimi by Dreadwing.

They even made him sweet: just like making cakes

This betrayal delayed the 78th challenge of the two primarchs for a full month in the real universe, until Conrad apologized to Corax very formally: and the gloomy and terrifying apology cake appeared together.

The Raven King had to admit that his bat blood relative was very talented in some things: before seeing the cake with blue-purple skin, dirty yellow juice, and carved into a blood-red skull, Corax absolutely did not believe that a piece of cake could be called [eerie].

Just like...

Just like the unfinished stone sculpture in his hand now.

...Wait?

Corax blinked his eyes, and he suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that he had just been distracted and ignored the things in reality because the Dark Angel was about to arrive: the result of this distraction was that the stone sculpture in his hand had changed from a warm family decoration to a fine masterpiece that could be placed in a haunted house.

The kind that Conrad would applaud.

The Primarch pursed his lips guiltily, and he glanced to the right and found that the children surrounding him did not notice anything unusual. So he took the time to trim it twice: the ingenuity unique to the Gene Primarch played an important role at this moment, and a few breaths later, this deadly thing changed its appearance in the hands of the Raven King.

Corax checked it again, nodded with satisfaction, and handed the work to the eagerly looking boy: The little guy with golden hair took his gift from the Primarch with great expectation, but soon frowned again.

"This doesn't look like my mother, my mother obviously has double eyelids: she is a major general!"

"Well, sorry."

Corax was stunned, and then sincerely uttered his apology. He took back the work from the boy, and modified it a few more times to make it pass: The Primarch looked at the child who was only ten years old at most with satisfaction. He took the modified product and left happily after thanking him.

The Raven King was very satisfied with this. He enjoyed it all. Whether it was carving stone sculptures, the children's eyes, or even the complaints from the boy, Corax really felt the beauty of the galaxy: on Morgan's Aurora, this ordinary moment was the most important thing for the Raven King.

But he had to stop.

The Primarch sighed quietly. After adjusting his mood, he stood up and whispered an apology to the children who were still around him, at least twenty of them. The disappointed expressions on their faces made Corax hurriedly comfort them, like a newly employed kindergarten teacher.

"I have something important to do now. I will be back here in four hours and stay with you here until the evening. But now I have a military meeting to attend, which will involve the future of many people."

The Raven King's voice was very light, and he patiently explained his responsibilities. These children, who were at most ten years old, did not embarrass him. Their parents were all soldiers and naturally understood the priorities of these things. The little soldiers quickly made way for the Primarch, and Corax stroked the heads of each of them before leaving happily.

Just after turning a corner, the Raven King met Conrad who was waiting here.

"Are you opening your stone carving shop again?"

The Midnight Ghost grinned, and it was a mockery without malice.

"Corax, when did you start to like the work of a stonemason so much?"

"Since the first day of my life."

The Raven King replied with a smile.

"You know, Conrad: before I joined the Emperor's Great Crusade, I lived in the stone of Redemption. My first nest was built in the cracks of the rock. I have always been fascinated by using these pure natural materials to carve things that are useful to people."

"I also like to carve some pure natural materials into useful things."

Conrad stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"But unfortunately, my fellow countrymen cannot understand my art: maybe it's because my statues smell too bloody, or maybe skin and tendons are not as durable as stone? Anyway, this incident strangled my artistic path and made me a failed art student in the Great Crusade."

"..."

Corax didn't say anything else.

He knew that Conrad's words were a disguised mockery of him.

He also knew that in the more than ten years since he really met the Midnight Haunter, he had never smelled the bloody smell of blood on Conrad: behind the only few times of the smell, there were also formal reasons that the Raven King had to admit, and Corax would even help him.

But this did not prevent the Raven King from smelling some real indiscriminate killing of innocent people from the Night Lords under Conrad, especially the heir named Sevatar: Although it is said that the Eighth Legion is now more formal than a few decades ago, it is obvious that they still retain a lot of traditional craftsmanship.

"After all, we always have to retain some of the characteristics and traditions of the Legion."

Conrad blinked at him.

"Believe me, brother: this is very useful."

Corax still did not reply, his mind was disturbed by many things: whether it was the meeting with Jonson, or the first meeting with his Legion soon, and what to eat for supper tonight?

In the confusion, they soon saw Morgan's throne room: on both sides of this long and wide corridor, as usual, there were thousands of statues carved by the Dawnbreakers to praise Morgan, and behind them, there were countless murals and reliefs to boast about the Dawnbreakers' two hundred years of victory history.

On the upper level, between the decorations at the top of the walls, Corax could glimpse the animal images that were believed to symbolize the authority of the Spider Queen, namely the Snow Owl, the Secretary Vulture and the Black-footed Cat: their status was like that of Athena's owl, and Morgan's followers used them to represent their queen.

But these were not the most important: the most important thing was naturally at the top.

On the ceiling.

In those embellishments of the sky that the Primarchs had to look up to.

There were battle flags hanging there.

A full four hundred battle flags, symbolizing every proud unit under Morgan's command: those painted silver and decorated with purple patterns were the company flags of the Dawnbreakers, and those with a variety of shapes except for a layer of rose-red patterns were the pride of the Avalon Auxiliary Army.

For every mortal warrior under Morgan's command, being able to hang their battle flag there was a dream worth pursuing: not only was it a glory passed down through the ages, but it also brought countless practical benefits.

Every legion that hangs a battle flag in this immortal corridor will have a name in both the Forge World and the Recruitment World, enjoy a large amount of resource tilt, and their reputation can spread as far as Holy Terra, and their offspring are more likely to participate in the Astartes selection.

In addition, there are some invisible welfare policies: for example, when the two Primarchs approached Morgan's throne room, they found that the mortal armed forces guarding both sides of the gate were at this time.

The Hunting God Rose Legion.

The flag of these girls is one of the five mortal legion flags closest to the throne room. The combination of wings and eagle claws has been hanging here for at least 30 years, and Corax is not surprised by this: he knows that the Hunting God Rose often serves as Morgan's honor guard, especially when his Avalon blood wants to express his friendly attitude, these mortal female warriors will replace her mighty round table guard.

In any case, they are always more relaxing than a team of Terra veterans.

The Primarch also knew that they were very fanatical, more fanatical than he imagined: although he was familiar with the faces of Corax and Conrad, more than fifty melta guns were still pointed at the bodies of the Primarchs without hesitation until the two of them passed the test on the genetic detector.

The lieutenant colonel in charge of the guard personally opened the door for the two Primarchs. The alert expression on her face made Corax feel ridiculous: perhaps because the hard power was not as good as the Dawnbreaker, the Hunting God Rose would be rigorous when they were on guard. The Raven King even suspected that these girls would point the melta guns at anyone who visited.

Even the Lord of Mankind.

Or: Especially the Lord of Mankind?

The Primarch paid attention to this lieutenant colonel, because in his impression, this young girl always served as Morgan's guard. He noticed that this mortal had short silver-white shoulder-length hair combed straight, but the ends of her bangs and pupils were light gold, and she was looking at the Primarch courageously.

Corax knew her name.

Jeanne-Dark, this name has been mentioned by Morgan several times.

The Primarch nodded and disappeared into the throne room, leaving Lieutenant Colonel Jeanne still staring at their backs warily until she closed the door again with her own hands, then turned around and stared at the only main road in front of the throne room, the hot melt in her hand remained hot.

That's right.

Each of Hunting Rose's melt weapons does not have the safety turned off.

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"This is so unsafe."

"You should tell those bomb chicks not to be so nervous all the time, especially the melta weapons in their hands, which will blow them up if you're not careful: you can't put your life on the protection of the oil guys. "

"You can also believe in the efficiency of those Omnissiah believers, but you'd better not believe their safety statements: Even if the Archbishop himself pats his chest and guarantees it, it will be useless. After all, the leader of the oil guy died from a technical failure and the self-explosion of his own product. It’s not like there aren’t any, there are just as many Astartes who died due to teleportation errors.”

Midnight Ghost hung himself on his favorite chair, tapping his heavy iron boots on the edge of Morgan's table while picking at Virgo's plate, looking for a toasted waffle that suited his taste: Conrad It was actually nice to see that his sister's afternoon tea style was finally becoming a little more human-like.

Before that, he had a hard time eating every time.

[They have formal names. 】

Morgan sat in her seat, looking worried at the latest anti-corruption report in front of her. The scarlet numbers on it made her grit her teeth, but she couldn't think of any suitable way to suppress it, and even her own voice became a little bleak.

[They are called the Hunting Rose, the Hunting Rose Legion under Avalon: Don’t call them bomb chicks in public anymore, other mortal soldiers will imitate. 】

"Will this cause any damage?"

[Three hundred and thirty-six reports of fights that occurred in the rest area. 】

"But it's a good name."

Conrad nodded solemnly.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Anyway, their various successors ten thousand years from now will need this name."

"Believe me, this is much stronger than their original name: To be honest Morgan, I actually don't recommend that you let them continue to believe in you so fanatically, because you can't guarantee that when you can't influence them in real time, these fanaticism will The silver-haired girls will add some strange... kinship between themselves and you."

【really interesting. 】

Morgan grinned.

[It just so happens that I have recently been trying to give my Star Maid a major makeover: maybe I should design one of them to look similar to these girls? Let her help me with all the messy stuff that requires hot melt? 】

"……what happened again?"

Before Conrad could speak, Corax spoke: The Crow King was cutting his portion of waffles neatly with a knife and fork. Both he and his Nostramo blood relatives noticed the man in front of Morgan. An ominous report.

[Nothing, I just encountered a little trouble. 】

Morgan glanced at his muffin, then pushed it aside.

The movement sent a storm of consternation over the faces of the other two Primarchs.

"Tell me about it? It seems like a big deal."

[The thing is this: Didn’t I recently arrange for my Ministry of Internal Affairs and your Midnight Lords to increase the intensity of internal purges? But when they uncovered a cross-sector corruption network, they discovered that the real source of this network was my subordinate, the sole heir of a distinguished general family... 】

"Who?"

Conrad picked at the space between his teeth with his long, sharp nails: he deliberately left the little finger of his right hand untrimmed just for this purpose.

Morgan held his head and spit out a name that seemed familiar to the two original bodies.

"Ah, him."

Midnight Ghost nodded.

"I remember him. He must have served under you for almost fifty years. He has almost caught up with the old Erwin."

"I've heard about it too."

The Crow King lowered his eyebrows.

"I remember that half of the wall on the battleship was dedicated to introducing the family's achievements."

"Well, doesn't that old guy have any other bloodlines?"

Faced with Conrad's questions, Morgan angrily grabbed the report from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

[Of course, this family that has served me for half a century has seven heirs: the eldest, the third and the fourth died in the Randan War, and the second and sixth died in the war a few years ago. During an expedition against the green-skinned orcs, the fifth child died of illness at work due to overwork. The remaining one is currently being discussed by us. 】

[In other words, he devoted six of his seven sons to our cause, and the remaining one is not a mediocre person: before he retired due to severe disability, this embezzler was also awarded as a hero by me three times. , the battle flag of the mortal army he once served for and even led is still flying outside the door. 】

"What about the illegitimate child?"

[There are three of them, together with their father with outstanding merits, waiting on the troop ship to work for my legion: I even owe them a medal ceremony. 】

"Well...it's really difficult to handle."

Conrad looked at his brother.

"What do you think, Corax: bring it on to your rebel brothers."

The Crow King thought for a moment, and his expression turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, he just shook his head and said nothing.

"Should you turn to...the law?"

[My mortal generals work so hard for me so that they can be above the law in the future. 】

Morgan sneered.

[What really worries me is nothing more than one thing: they are the ones who are corrupt and degenerate, but they are also the ones who shed their lives and blood. I may be able to replace them with a group of more honest people, but this new group of people Their abilities are definitely not as good as these corrupt old people. 】

"Then...incorruptible and excellent?"

[Looking at the entire galaxy, how many such guys do you think there are? 】

Corax fell silent.

"That's a pity, Morgan, it doesn't look like I can be of much help to you."

"No need to be sorry, brother."

Conrad smiled and patted the Crow King on the shoulder comfortingly.

"In fact, this problem will remain unsolvable until 10,000 years from now: Let me tell you, Morgan, you shouldn't think about how to completely solve this problem. If you can't solve it, you should think about how to... adapt to it. question."

【adapt? 】

"Yes, adapt."

Conrad smiled helplessly.

"Keep the losses to a minimum. After all, for the empire, incompetence is a more terrible crime than corruption. The only thing more serious than it is disloyalty: and these people are not disloyal or incompetent, so they are not guilty of any crime. die."

[This is not something a midnight ghost can say, Conrad. 】

"you forgot?"

Conrad smiled sarcastically.

"Between you and me: you are the true midnight ghost, Morgan."

【……I know. 】

Morgan took a deep breath.

[I am adapting, Conrad, I am accepting the pain that reality has given me. 】

"And what, are you going to run away from it?"

【Roughly the same. 】

Morgan grabbed the muffin in the distance and took a bite out of anger.

[I plan to think of something relatively easier. 】

"For example?"

[Jonson, and his legion. 】

"Have they arrived yet?"

[Yes: in half an hour, they will appear on my deck. 】

Having said this, Morgan did not forget to look at Corax, who was silent.

[Corax, I remember you haven’t met Jonson before, right? 】

"Yes."

The Crow King nodded.

"But I'm thunderous."

After saying these words, Corax noticed some genuine pride on Morgan's face: the expression was like hearing someone praise her son.

[Absolutely. In fact, that guy is also so-so. 】

【correct. 】

The Spider Queen turned her head.

[I remember that Conrad should have told you about our brothers: did he tell you about Jonson? Corax, what impression do you have of our brother? Or have you heard any rumors? 】

"..."

The Crow King was silent for a moment.

He began to remember.

Johnson.

Great sword.

Dreadwing.

Caliban swordsmanship, melta bombs, whirlwind torpedoes, plasma in the mouth...

"...Ahem."

The Crow King smiled, he always looked pale when he lied.

"No, Morgan."

"I guess I know... nothing about him."