Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

The lion is terrifying.

This awe is impeccable. Even his blood brothers will feel nervous when facing the lion: the oppression that is so strong that it almost has a physical existence easily crushes the family affection in the blood and shrouds the meeting of brothers in silence.

At least, when Corax first felt the breath of Jonson, he only felt that it was a dark sun, rampant on the corridor of the Aurora: although the heavy door temporarily blocked the Primarch's vision, Corax's neck was still covered with layers of sweat.

This is a feeling he has never had before.

In the past on the Redemption Star, even if the suppression forces of the slave owners and tyrants were like rolling black clouds that could not be seen at a glance, they never gave the Primarch such a sense of tension: he even smelled the breath of death in the air.

Corax opened his mouth, he wanted to say something to Conrad beside him.

The Midnight Haunter was right: Jonson was such a terrible person.

This was the first impression that the Dark Angels' Primarch left on his brother: he could create pressure without even entering the latter's field of vision, and when the heavy footsteps of Jonson became louder and louder, Corax even began to regret that he had not been fully armed today.

The Raven King heard everything outside the gate clearly. He was amazed that those Hunting God Roses dared to stand in front of Jonson. He suppressed the trembling between his teeth and asked the Lord of Caliban to complete the corresponding inspection: the Primarch didn't know what happened next, but fifteen seconds later, the throne room door made of adamantium was pushed open by the lion himself.

It was not until this time that Corax saw his brother clearly: Jonson's face was stern, his eyebrows were sharp, and his face was inlaid with two deep dark green gems. The stubble on his chin was shaved just right, and the golden hair that could reach his shoulders was combed neatly, like a wheat field after harvest.

With just one breath, he made the whole room cold.

Behind the Lion King, there were two fully armed attendants. They quickly closed the door behind the Primarch, so that the Raven King had no time to see the expressions of the Hunting God Roses. However, judging from the Lion King's face, the two sides should not be very happy to get along.

For a moment, Corax felt his spine tense up, and he instinctively put on the most serious attitude, even though his brother just glanced at him curiously. The Lord of the Redemption Star, who had prepared for this meeting a few days ago, found that he had forgotten what to say.

How should he greet? Should he be more friendly? Or more serious?

Does he need to take the initiative to introduce himself? Or wait for Morgan or Conrad's help?

Damn...

Why did he think of the Dreadwings' hot melt bombs when he saw Jonson? Although he was indeed killed by that thing many times: if not five times, then three times, and the two attendants behind Jonson looked a little familiar? The sword on his waist also made his neck cold? The pistol was also so uncomfortable?

Oh, right.

They are all going to take his life.

In less than a second, thousands of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Raven King. He felt that everything was in a mess. Whether it was Jonson who was striding towards them, Morgan who had already met him, or even the silent Conrad, they all brought Corax the same great irritation at this moment.

He somewhat understood the troubles that the prophecies brought to the Midnight Haunter: he shouldn't laugh at Conrad secretly on this issue.

The Raven King grinned, because he desperately discovered a fact, that is, he was indeed not good at this kind of social work. The relaxed atmosphere of the Aurora gave the Primarch a false impression, making him think that he had learned to be sophisticated in human relations: but the fact is that he was still clumsy.

It was Morgan's kingdom that gave him false achievements and confidence. Staying in heaven for too long made him forget what the human world looked like.

Corax's mouth was dry. He spent another second clearing his mind, mustering up the courage in his heart, and looked at the silent Caliban again: but this time, his eyes were attracted by another person.

The blood of the Emperor has superhuman thinking and matching action speed: in the two seconds that Corax hesitated, the Lord of Avalon, who was standing in front of the throne, had floated across most of the throne room and stood in front of the Caliban: the two armed servants behind the Lion King didn't even see how the Spider Queen moved.

She used psychic power?

It seems not.

"Morgan."

Jonson's mouth moved, trying to pull out a smile, and the cold air around him also dissipated: Corax carefully observed all this, he wanted to learn how to get along with his new brothers.

[Jonson. ]

Morgan nodded, she was more calm than anyone present.

Then, the Caliban man seemed to want to say something, but the Spider Queen's action rudely interrupted him: Morgan first waved her hand in the air, putting the words on the edge of Jonson's mouth back into his neck, then she frowned, pursed her lips, stretched out her right index finger, and leisurely drew an arc on the lion's armor.

The Raven King noticed that Jonson's body became stiff because of this action, or was it a little submissive?

Did the Caliban man often let Morgan check his armor?

Is this a very personal matter?

Corax couldn't figure it out.

But he could see clearly: with this invisible arc as the center, the Spider Queen first looked around, then carefully explored: her eyes kept flashing up and down between the Caliban armor, sweeping over those quaint decorations and patterns, frowning when facing the junction of the cloak and armor, and making a disapproving sizzling sound from her lips.

A few seconds later, Morgan's anger was released in a shake of her head, which made Jonson stand there, not daring to move, waiting for her words.

[Tell me, Jonson. ]

Morgan's voice made everyone in the room shrink their necks involuntarily.

[Who told you to dress like this: this taste is even worse than Mortarion. 】

"......?"

It was not until then that the Crow King standing in the back reacted. Zhuang Sen's current outfit was indeed a bit different. In his impression, the Lion King always wore a set of pure black armor, matched with a scarlet cloak, and occasionally a snow-white cape and ruby ​​buckle: any great knight would dress like this.

But now, the Lion King did keep his scarlet cloak, but the cloak and ruby ​​were nowhere to be seen: but the worst thing was that the armor he chose for himself was no longer pure black from head to toe, but was painted from head to toe...

Dark green?

Dark green armor?

Bright red cloak!

And there was no compromise between the two, it was a large-scale color collision: the bright red cloak was tightly attached to the dark green armor, as if it was soaked in water, and there was no third color embellishing each other.

"Hiss..."

The Crow King frowned: he began to empathize with Morgan's anger.

But what really surprised him was the way Jonson responded to Morgan's anger: the Lord of Caliban, who had made Corax's hair stand on end before, did not immediately put up his high wall in the face of Morgan's frown, but stood there, thinking awkwardly.

After a few seconds, he carefully gave his answer, and there was a hint of caution in his tone: if the external environment did not allow it, Corax even thought that the lion would rub his hands and then accompany it with an awkward smile.

"This is all Luther's idea."

[Luther's idea? ]

Morgan sneered.

[Jonson, has anyone told you that you are not good at shirking responsibility? ]

"Yes."

The lion king blinked innocently.

"You said so."

[……]

In Morgan's silence, the Caliban people recalled the past: Jonson stroked his stubble, and there was a hint of smile on his face.

"Don't you remember that seventy years ago, when we were destroying Randan, you said this to me in person: You said that the loss report I wrote to the Mechanicus was terrible, and the excuses were not convincing at all, so I handed over all the corresponding paperwork to you."

"They never bothered me again: You are very good at shirking responsibility, Morgan."

"... This is a compliment, right?"

Not far away, Corax quietly approached Conrad who remained silent.

"Well, from the perspective of Zhuangsen, this is indeed a compliment."

The Midnight Lord pondered for a moment, then nodded with great certainty.

"What about from Morgan's perspective?"

The Raven King couldn't help but be curious, but Conrad just snorted.

"Morgan's perspective? That's not important."

"Not important?"

"No way, brother."

Conrad nodded.

"Believe me: no matter how Morgan behaves on the outside, when she stands with Zhuang Sen and chats, Morgan's perspective, preferences and even values ​​are unimportant, she will erase them with her own hands: if she doesn't do this, she and Zhuang Sen can't chat."

"You can understand it this way: if you want to chat with a barbarian, then you must..."

"Well... I think you understand, right?"

Corax nodded.

"I understand: but why would Morgan want to chat with a barbarian?"

"Her taste has always been wild: you can take a look at her afternoon tea menu sixty years ago."

"..."

Corax stopped talking: just like Morgan who was also rubbing his eyebrows.

[Well, I think I did say that. ]

The Spider Queen felt a migraine: this is a common side effect of Zhuang Sen.

[When was it? ]

"After the Titan Furnace, it was when six Titan Legions were lost."

[Which time? I remember you played the Titan Furnace at least five times. 】

"Not that many: three times, and one of them only lost four legions."

[...Forget it. ]

Morgan's mouth twitched: after the migraine, there was high blood pressure, and daily activities such as chest tightness and shortness of breath.

[Let's talk about Luther. ]

"Of course."

The lion's pupils lit up.

"He is currently promoting the development of characteristic industrialization in Caliban. This dark green dye is consistent with the color of the Caliban forest. Those Dark Angel recruits trained on Caliban will temporarily wear this armor and change to pure black after arriving at the First Legion."

[Luther's rare wrong decision. ]

"Before coming here, Luther happened to send me this dark green armor prepared for me, so I put it on by the way: Is there anything wrong with this armor, Morgan?"

[...No, forget it. ]

The Spider Queen pinched her brows and sighed as if she was used to it.

[At least Beerus is stronger...]

[Don't worry about these useless things, let's take a look at our new brother Corax. ]

Anger, helplessness and numbness all happened in a second, as if Morgan had already gotten used to it, but this action of Zhuangsen reminded her of this memory: when the Raven King reacted, he found that the Spider Queen was standing behind him, holding his shoulders with both hands and pushing him in front of Zhuangsen.

On her warship, Morgan was more agile than all his brothers.

But the Raven King found that his previous nervousness seemed to have almost disappeared: after Morgan's frown and Zhuangsen's stammering, the world-destroying Caliban seemed to have a new image in Corax's mind: an image that made him more relaxed.

The Raven King adjusted his breathing, and he took the last step forward, stretched out his hand, and wanted to say hello to his brother: Jonson seemed to be planning to do the same, he forced a smile, shook Corax's hand, and his white teeth were exposed between his open lips.

"Hello, Cora..."

"?!!"

An abrupt movement interrupted Jonson's words.

For some reason, when Corax looked up and saw Jonson open his mouth, the steady Primarch suddenly stepped back as if it came from instinct: although he failed because of his tightly clasped hands with Jonson, the pulling action was still obvious.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Corax could even hear his own breathing.

Damn: he was sweating again.

The Raven King certainly knew what happened just now, it was nothing more than Jonson's opening his mouth that made him overreact: after all, in that real world, Corax had been killed three times by the plasma in Jonson's mouth.

The last time, he even slowly swallowed his last breath after all the organs in his body were burned.

I can only say... um...

Fortunately, there was no Terrorwing following behind Jonson.

"?"

The Lion King raised his eyebrows and cast his inquiring eyes to Morgan, but the Lord of Avalon could not give an answer, but Morgan knew who she should ask about this issue: when the situation happened, the cold eyes of the Spider Queen made Conrad shudder.

It took him three seconds to recover.

Then, the Midnight Ghost showed an extremely shy smile. He walked forward in the eyes of the Spider Queen, grabbed Corax's shoulder with one hand, and greeted Jonson casually with the other hand, finally rounding up the situation.

But secretly, Conrad knew what he should do.

The nail on his little finger quietly pressed a button in the armor.

Twelve seconds later, a will signed by the Primarch of the Eighth Legion will automatically appear in the printer on Sevata's bedside.

Oh, of course.

And the remaining bills for this month.

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Although there were some insignificant twists and turns, overall, the first meeting between the Raven King and the Lion King was smooth: at least much smoother than the first meeting between the Lion King and the Wolf King on Duran.

Not fighting is a victory.

Morgan always thinks so.

Zhuangsen ignored Corax's unusual movements with unimaginable tolerance. He even had the mood to introduce the two armed attendants behind him to his Raven brother: when the two Dark Angels took off their helmets, Corax could already accurately read their respective names in his heart.

Of course: Corswayn and Alachos.

Old acquaintances.

The Raven King smiled and shook hands with them. He regretted not seeing Astelan.

After all, the combination of these three people once brought him an unforgettable death.

Corax remembered that it was the first time he defeated Jonson, and he got a rare pleasure in the virtual world, but then there were three warriors who fought with him to get back Jonson's body.

He didn't want his offspring to be like this: it was a meaningless sacrifice.

The Raven King remembered how he drew his sword and chopped off Astelan's head, and then casually tore Alajos' chest to pieces with a claw, but Corswain caught the reward of the sacrifice of two battle brothers, and he cut Corax's throat at the same time: the Raven King was not sure if it was a fatal wound, because the indiscriminate nuclear bomb of the Dreadwing Group killed them all at almost the same moment.

And all this was enough for him to remember Corswain's iconic face.

So, the Primarch stepped forward and shook hands with the brave warrior in the flattered eyes of the Dark Angels. The enthusiastic gesture made Jonson look confused and even became suspicious: without Morgan, the Lion King was still the Lion King.

But before he could ask, a certain spider queen who had [solved] Conrad cast an impatient look over: I don’t know why, but when Morgan saw Zhuang Sen, who hadn’t seen for a long time but still made her worry, Conrad, who had never made her worry, and Corax, who seemed well-behaved but actually failed.

She suddenly began to sympathize with those mortal women who had families.

[……]

Forget it, I’d better sympathize with myself.

Morgan sighed and stretched out her magic hand to the two people who were looking at each other.

The weak Spider Queen dragged Corax in one hand and Jonson in the other, walking towards the strategic room behind her: Midnight Ghost and two Dark Angels followed her, obediently forming a sequence from high to low, following closely, like newborn ducklings.

At the same time, Virgo, who was originally busy in the small kitchen, received a message from her mother.

"Well, find a new set of armor for Jonson?"

"Atalanta, is there a model that fits Jonson in our clothing library?"

"Ah, Jonson?"

"You can pick whatever you want."

"Every armor made by my mother is based on Jonson's standards: Conrad and Corax's have been taken away, and the Dawnbreaker and Mortal's belong to another system, which she will not put in her own closet."

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"Wait!"

"What about the torture instruments she made? Are they also based on Jonson's standards?"

"Ah, those."

"..."

"That's the size of the Emperor."