Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Fulgrim has always considered himself a modest and prudent person: he would never do anything stupid beyond his capabilities. What is unbelievable in the eyes of the world is just not so obvious to him.

But when he makes sure he can survive, he will start to look for spiritual satisfaction.

Decades ago, he led only eight descendants to "capture" a heavily armed hostile planet. This was the case.

Today, the act of unscrupulously confessing in front of many brothers is also within his expectations: since such a thing can bring him more happiness and will not cause any irreparable consequences, So why not?

This is what Phoenix thought. Not only was he looking forward to the stunned moments on the faces of the several Primarch brothers present when they heard this [bomb], he was also looking forward to the next good show: since their genes The Father was able to go to great lengths to mobilize so many primarchs and legions in order to set up a stage for Horus, so why shouldn't he, Fulgrim, take pleasure in doing so?

Of course, the Emperor would not punish him for such trivial matters. Horus would instead thank him for informing him. As for the brothers around him, Phoenix did not think they would become angry: he knew exactly how many people were present here. Their personalities are actually quite good, with the only exception Zhuang Sen, who is really not afraid.

To be honest, he was actually looking forward to fighting Caliban in the arena, but he just didn’t know how long this great knight, who was rumored to be famous for his superb swordsmanship, could withstand Fulgrim’s attack. It’s a round.

After all, when it comes to swordsmanship, Fulgrim considers himself to be the first among the Primarchs: Jonson's superb swordsmanship is rarely matched by actual achievements, and the same is true for Jaghatai Khan. Guilliman's sword fighting is nothing short of satisfactory. Russ, Angron, and Sanguinius were not dedicated to this path.

As for Morgan's sword, it is indeed worthy of praise for its agility and moves, but its strength is still too weak after all. In the eyes of masters like Fulgrim or Sanguinius, the Spider Queen's melee combat ability can only be said to be "passing". : It's enough to fight them for a while, but there is absolutely no possibility of winning.

Of course, everyone knows that the Spider Queen's ability lies not in close combat, but in the invisible power in the subspace: Fulgrim can also comment on this point, after all, he just witnessed Morgan on the battlefield not long ago. He has also witnessed Magnus' performance in the war.

How to say it?

Phoenix thought for a moment.

If he was facing Morgan, Fulgrim would have to find a way to lurk within at least a kilometer before he could be sure of truly threatening the Spider Queen's life. But if he was facing Magnus, he would consider The question is how long it will take to end the battle.

That's a guy who won't miss even Leman Russ.

This thought made the Phoenix Lord laugh, but the happiness in reality quickly called him back: after hearing strange noises from other locations, Fulgrim immediately looked around expectantly. Longing for the expressions on the faces of my brother Primarchs.

But soon...

He was just disappointed.

"Brothers?"

Phoenix's face still maintained the sly eyes and arrogant smile before. After he confessed his tip, Fulgrim deliberately remained silent for two or three seconds to let his brothers digest the content, and then Only then did he have time to look at everyone's faces.

According to the principle of eating sugar cane, let’s start with the person with the lowest expectations.

Therefore, Lord Phoenix set his sights on the Lord of Macragge.

"Guilliman, my brother?"

"……ah?"

When Phoenix saw him, Guilliman seemed to be thinking about something. Fulgrim's call suddenly brought him back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized the meaning of Phoenix's words.

As it should be, that handsome Macragge's face did not have any of the changes or shock Fulgrim expected: after thoroughly digesting the content of Phoenix's words, Guilliman was rather serious. He nodded and asked impatiently.

"Did Horus reply to your letter, Brother Fulgrim? Did he say anything?"

Guilliman's serious attitude allowed him to ignore Fulgrim's frown.

"If he replies to your letter, could you please help me pay attention to whether he mentioned in the letter the possibility of our two fronts conducting a flanking attack or other cooperative operations? If Horus is interested, I I think I might have to revise my original strategic plan because of this, and if Shepherd God doesn’t mention this in his reply..."

Guilliman thought for a moment

"Forget it, just in case, I'll edit a letter myself and write it to Shepherd..."

The Macraggeans were still sitting there talking, completely immersed in their own thinking and logic, but Fulgrim had lost all interest in him and couldn't wait to look away, never seeing him again. Looking at Guilliman who was talking to himself: This guy's verbal plan has spread to the problem of material supply after the two fronts merge.

Why hadn't he noticed before that this Macragge was so boring?

Fulgrim asked himself.

Guilliman's behavior is as if you punch him for no reason, or even punch him a few more times, and he won't get angry: instead, he will ask you with a blank and sincere look on his face, what exactly made you angry? .

"As expected of Guilliman."

Phoenix had a smile on his lips, and while muttering, he took advantage of the opportunity to see Chagatai.

"What do you think, Jaghatai?"

Fulgrim's eyes were like boiling sparks directed at the Great Khan, and what he received in response was a lake of cold water covering his head and face.

Khan and Phoenix looked at each other, but his gaze was enough to extinguish Fulgrim's newly raised interest again: Phoenix waited patiently for almost seven or eight seconds before receiving a question from Jaghatai. talk.

"Have you contacted Horus?"

"Of course, Chagatai, I am..."

"Then have you told him the details of the situation here?"

"……ah?"

Phoenix was still in a daze when Khan's words hit him like a backfire.

"The march route, which legions, where we have hit so far, the strength and casualties of the troops, and the actual performance of these greenskins on the eastern front on the battlefield, there are other things worthy of reference: you won't just tell Are you going to fight over this innocuous thing just for saying this?"

"Uh...I..."

Phoenix licked his lips. He was still organizing words in his mind. Chagatai, who had already gotten the answer from his performance, had already shaken his head: Khan's dismissive gesture stung Fugre. Mu's heart couldn't even hold up the perfect smile on his face.

"That's it, Phoenix, it's okay."

"I'd better write a letter to Horus personally after the meeting."

"He needs some more solid advice."

"Excuse me...brother..."

Fulgrim's face was red, and his impulsiveness almost made him take out his sword. Only the etiquette in his heart was still restraining him. When Phoenix froze there at a loss, the laughter that resolved the deadlock finally spread. Come over: Morgan cleverly seizes this opportunity to temporarily defuse the ruthless sword fight between the two blood brothers.

[Fulgrim. 】

She took the initiative and spoke.

"I'm here, sister."

Phoenix managed to smile, and his flawless face concealed a little shame: The Spider Queen was of course also within the scope of Fulgrim's teasing this time. Although he was vaguely aware that Morgan and he were the same person, but because of this , Phoenix wanted to see Morgan lose his temper even more.

This feeling of victory will be extra sweet.

But unfortunately, the sweetness this time may belong to Morgan.

Morgan sat there, still holding the dispensable miniature star map. Fulgrim's earth-shattering words could not shake the Spider Queen's expression at all: Ever since joining the Ullanor War, Morgan It is visible to the naked eye that she has become taciturn, but her status has become increasingly obscure and detached.

She rarely spoke, but every time she spoke it was enough to change the situation at hand.

This gesture always reminded Fulgrim of the person he must address.

Including this time.

[You only told Horus? 】

"What?"

This was already the third time in a minute that Phoenix was stunned: he seemed to be the one who was going to be teased.

【I mean. 】

Morgan leaned back in her chair and casually interrogated her brother. .

[You should know that the Emperor is with Horus at this time: for such important news as the march of the Eastern Front Legion, you can report it privately before everyone makes a decision. After all, as the original body, you There is such power, and you will do it. 】

At this point, under Khan's silent glance, Morgan smacked his mouth in frustration.

[But while you were informing Horus, you did not inform the Emperor? 】

"I……"

Finally, a drop of cold sweat quietly flowed from Fulgrim's silver hair.

[Forget it, it’s okay. 】

After looking at each other for two seconds, the Spider Queen sighed and waved her hands exactly like Jaghatai Khan, and was dismissive: But this time Fulgrim sadly discovered that he no longer even had the power to be angry. .

And he also noticed that, unlike Khan's disdain, Morgan's actions revealed a feeling of tiredness and a sense of not being surprised by the troubles in front of him.

[I’d better inform the emperor personally after the meeting. 】

These casual words immediately attracted the attention of the two Primarchs.

"Are you able to communicate with the Emperor in real time?"

The Great Khan looked over, and Guilliman's gaze followed.

[In subspace, it is still possible to slap his fat belly. 】

Morgan leaned on his seat, raised his head, and murmured to himself. His voice was weak, as if he was talking to himself, but it made the whole room fall into unprecedented silence.

"The Emperor..."

After a few seconds, it was Guilliman who spoke first amid hesitation.

He wiped his sweat.

"Won't he be angry?"

[Ah, it’s okay. 】

Morgan smiled unsurprisingly.

[I can tattoo an imperial double-headed eagle on my palm in advance, so that he will know who it means this time. 】

[Are you right, Phoenix? 】

"Ahem..."

Fulgrim coughed twice: besides that, he didn't know what to do.

Phoenix did not answer Morgan. Although Fulgrim was a fun-loving person, he was definitely not a fool, and he was not unable to play. After realizing that his self-entertainment seemed to be completely counterproductive, Phoenix had already He promptly put away his arrogance.

But on the contrary, his pupils moved a little when he looked at Morgan: the last person who made him feel this way was the kind-hearted but cold-hearted Sanguinius, and Phoenix had suffered several losses from the angels.

At this moment, Fulgrim had a bold idea in his mind.

Perhaps, he should find time to pull Sanguinius and Morgan over, the three of them should have a lot in common: if the three of them are willing to join forces on certain things, it will definitely be invincible, such as the Psychic Conference that everyone is looking forward to.

Even... Ullanor?

The joy of the future quickly dispelled some of the haze in Phoenix's heart, and also reminded him of what he had overlooked before: after quickly adjusting his inner mentality, Fulgrim cast his expectant eyes on the last person present, his Caliban brother.

Jonson.

"Ah... Brother Jonson."

As soon as he saw the Caliban man, Phoenix laughed happily.

Because Jonson's performance was the only one among the four who met his expectations.

As expected of Zhuang Sen.

The lion was looking at them, concentrating on all of them, his emerald green eyes were wide open, with obvious ignorance and dullness, but also some budding thoughts: Obviously, the Caliban man was thinking about the meaning of the Phoenix's words.

And it was obvious that the part of his brain responsible for this area seemed not enough to support such complex logical behavior.

It's not that he couldn't handle it, but it seemed a bit difficult for Zhuang Sen to digest so many words and meanings in such a short time: especially when his external brain was silent.

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However, after Fulgrim observed patiently for more than ten seconds, the Caliban man finally understood the meaning of the Phoenix's words bit by bit. The expected anger was only a matter of a moment, but the next action showed Zhuang Sen's true thoughts.

After the other four Primarchs present had thought and even communicated, Zhuang Sen nodded with sudden enlightenment.

He finally understood the first sentence Fulgrim said.

It was as if he had figured out the supreme truth in the universe.

"Fulgrim: Have you told Horus everything here?"

"Yes."

The Phoenix nodded and silently pressed his finger on the hilt of the sword beside him.

"In other words, Horus already knew that the Eastern Front Legion would march into Ullanor under unified command?"

"Of course."

This nonsense made the Phoenix raise his eyebrows.

"Is that so..."

Jonson nodded, lowered his head and thought for a few seconds. When everyone's eyes were focused on him, the Caliban people looked at the Phoenix very seriously: on that lion-like face, there was a rare look of expectation.

Eager to try.

Before this, Fulgrim had only seen this kind of vicious expectation once: that was when he saw the expression on Perturabo's hard face when he learned that his Iron Warriors Legion would be responsible for the same battlefield as Dorn's Imperial Fists.

Unfortunately, Perturabo no longer has such an expression.

But Zhuang Sen still does.

He is even particularly happy: it is a joy and expectation from the inside out.

"Then, did you tell him?"

"I am leading the Eastern Front Army?"

"..."

"Ah?"