Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Forty hours later, when Morgan witnessed how the fleet of the human empire surrounded the crown of Ullanor, in her Primarch brain that could run multiple threads at any time, she was still constantly recalling the brief conversation with the Lord of Mankind.

From the Primarch's perspective, the voice of her gene father, the Emperor, had become much more relaxed than in the previous decades: although the vague tone and arrogant attitude remained unchanged, and even the golden flame was still annoying, Morgan still sensed some changes.

The Emperor's inner self was obviously different.

That feeling... how to say it...

It was like a small clerk who had been trapped in a job he didn't like for most of his life, and now he had finally reached retirement age: free time, a large pension, and a plan to relax as he pleased were waiting for him.

He can finally do something he really wants to do, whether it is to appeal to hobbies or simply rest, it is much more comfortable than wasting time in a completely soulless position: this is the feeling that the Lord of Humanity gives Morgan at this moment.

In short: I am going to retire!

This deliberate tension before completely relaxing is really dazzling, especially when Morgan thinks that she is still a long way from this tension: this is simply unforgettable jealousy, which makes the Spider Queen more resentful than Jonson's recklessness and Mortarion's sarcasm.

After all, what can make people grit their teeth more than finding out that your teacher is going home for paid leave, while you have to [voluntarily] study in school for the entire Saturday or even Sunday: not to mention that the status of the Emperor in Morgan's heart is far from that of a gardener.

In the eyes of the Spider Queen, her gene father is at most a dark cloud: his arrival will certainly dispel the scorching sun, but it will also block the necessary light. His rain may nourish Morgan's growth, but along with the rain there are often thunderbolts.

Well, it's still a thundercloud.

Think about the [missions] and [rewards] that the Emperor often talks about, this metaphor is simply perfect.

Morgan closed her eyes and muttered more complaints, but she did not stop thinking about the essence of the Emperor's words: the purpose of the Lord of Mankind's communication this time was very simple, just to discuss the war in Ullanor with Morgan, and the reason why the Emperor did not find the nominal commander of the Eastern Front, Zhuang Sen, was entirely because Zhuang Sen was really... a little busy.

Even the Emperor couldn't catch this big cat who was happily robbing bird nests on the front line.

The Lord of Avalon had no opinion on this. She was thinking about another thing: while maintaining psychic communication, Morgan was always hesitant about whether to tell the Emperor about Comoros now, but after thinking about it for a while, she decided to wait until the war was over.

Although using Comoros' important information to disrupt the Emperor's thinking can indeed make the next war more interesting, no matter what, the elite of the human empire and the bravest warriors in the Great Crusade are currently gathered in the low-Earth orbit of Ullanor. Since the Emperor is here in person and holds the power, every thought of the Lord of Humanity will naturally determine the fate of these warriors in the future.

In this case, it is obviously not worth the loss to disturb the mood of the supreme commander for a little fun, thereby causing unnecessary losses on the front line. Although Morgan never thought that she was a kind-hearted person from beginning to end, she was by no means a fool: only fools would cause huge losses to their own interest groups for short-term happiness.

However, Chaos often does this.

This is also one of the reasons why Morgan despises the warp space on weekdays.

[Tsk...]

Thinking of this, the chill on the back of his neck interrupted the Primarch's thinking rudely. It was the sudden acceleration of his breathing and the wanton murmurs of enjoyment in the invisible void: After feeling Morgan's contempt for himself, the Prince of Pleasure was obviously very happy. He could draw happiness from this natural emotional fluctuation, regardless of whether Morgan was willing or not.

Boasting it, it will be happy.

Despising it... it will be even happier...

This made the Primarch more irritable, but she quickly suppressed this emotion, because according to some previous experiments, Morgan had discovered that although anger should theoretically belong to the power of the God of Blood, in fact, the Prince of Pleasure seemed to benefit from it, just as these two gods also shared the realm of killing and cruelty at the same time, and the kingdoms of the evil gods were always intertwined.

She could understand why the conflict between the God of Blood and the Prince of Pleasure was more prominent than that of others.

Morgan could only change her mind and began to think about the primary topic that the Emperor discussed with her: that was naturally Ullanor in front of her, or more specifically, the incredibly strong protective measures on the outer layer of Ullanor, which made the entire Imperial Expeditionary Force helpless.

In the past, Morgan had seen similar things: when they conquered the Randan Empire, the aliens' home planet was also protected by a protective shield that the human empire could not understand, but Ullanor's technology was obviously more powerful.

Thinking back a few decades ago, Zhuang Sen's Dark Angel Legion could at least guess what technology Ran Dan's protective shield was made of, but today's Ullano...

The original body turned her head and looked at the mechanical sage from Reza who had been following her all this time: The Spider Queen left Rand, the genius assigned to her by the Emperor, to stay in the Far Eastern border to take charge of the overall situation. A veteran of Reza is the most trustworthy expert she has on mechanical technology.

[No results yet? 】

Morgan stared closely at the Great Sage. Being taken by the Spider Queen, it was natural that Morgan was already a well-known figure. The original body knew that the loyalty and ability of this Great Sage were unquestionable, so when he shook his head At this moment, even the Spider Queen could only sigh helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Lord Morgan."

"But these layers of force field technology surrounding Ullanor are beyond our ability to analyze. Reza's database cannot understand what this technology is at all. We even asked our colleagues on Mars for advice on this issue, but they There is also no explanation: they even want to ask us for advice, because Lord Horus is also putting pressure on them."

At this point, the great sage's voice paused due to shame.

"The only thing we can be sure of is that this force field technology makes any surface bombardment against Ullanor futile: a fleet bombardment that is enough to flatten several hive cities can only leave a few scars on the surface; Magma bombs and mass weapons that are used to tear up the continental shelf cannot get through the defense network in mid-air; we have also tried destroyer nuclear bombs. Generally speaking, its radiation can plunge a world into a half-life of tens of thousands of years, but despite the destruction The bomb itself successfully detonated, but its impact on Ullanor lasted less than three hours before the planet completely returned to its original state."

【Extermination Order...】

"Have tried it all: all-out orbital bombardment, virus bombs, unipolar and bipolar cyclone torpedoes, atmospheric incineration weapons and everything else imaginable, but if you insist on destroying this world, the Techno Saint The author allowed me to make the decision before setting off. We can try to sacrifice a mechanical ark and its accompanying fleet..."

[No need: If you really want to do such a thing, you should let those Martian guys do it. 】

The Great Sage of Reza did not speak, but he was obviously satisfied with Morgan's attitude.

"Since there is no other way, we might be able to ask Omnissiah..."

[He doesn’t have any good ideas either. 】

Otherwise, they won’t communicate with me.

Morgan added the second half of the sentence in her mind. She remembered the emperor's helplessness when he communicated with her. Even the happiness in his bones could not cover up this temporary helplessness: Yes, even the scientific research force directly under the emperor. Unable to break through Ullanor's outer defensive force field, these greenskins do still have some special skills.

Although her genetic father promised to rummage through the Emperor's Dream to see if he had anything in his collection that would bring the war to a quick end, Morgan knew it was a lie: no matter what the Emperor said, all he needed was The Spider Queen's spiritual power swept around a little, and she was able to confirm a fact...

Bullshit Emperor's Dream.

Her dear genetic father is clearly on the Vengeful Spirit now. As long as the psychic communication interface is moved a little to the left, Morgan is sure that she will be able to see Horus's smiling face like a flower. : Morgan can figure out the emperor's thoughts with his toes.

[Rana. 】

The Primarch turned her head to the other side. Her Praetorian Guard had just returned from the war: although in theory, Lana should be solely responsible for the security around Morgan, since the creation of Mordred's guard, Morgan's After several hints, Lana had consciously asked ten colleagues in Mordred's guard to take turns guarding the Primarch.

In the beginning, even these veterans could not achieve perfection, but fortunately their abilities and awareness allowed these ten round table guards to learn quickly: when time came to this moment of the Ullanor expedition, Morgan was Next to me, there are already eleven [Chief Guards].

Of course, Rana is still the best of them all, and he is also the real guard general: neither Morgan nor the other round table guards have any intention to change this established reality. At the same time, even if Rana needs something Even if he leaves, the Lord of Avalon will never lack a complete defense system by his side.

After all, they now have ten preliminary plans.

"grown ups?"

[You go and notify everyone, every high-ranking officer, Astartes Captain, and fleet commander you can find, and ask them to prepare all the drop pods and gunships on hand, and get all ground support firepower into action. : I will personally notify the other primarchs. In short, within an hour at most, I hope that every ship under my command will be able to take action. 】

"clear."

"However, my lord: Is this large-scale airdrop operation too bloated?"

【bloated? 】

Morgan smiled.

[Listen to me, Rana. 】

[In a place like Ullanor, only tens of thousands of drop pods and gunships can completely conquer and crush it, so that no second empire can grow in this wasteland: This is why we have evidence. The only successful experience to follow. 】

"Success... experience?"

[Yes, after all...]

——————

"That's what they did on Goron."

"Now that I think about it, everything there is like a preview of this battle."

"Powerful orcs, incredible technology, empty cabins and gunboats that cover the sky, and blood relatives fighting side by side: but on Goron, only the Emperor and Horus can fight side by side."

"But here, there are more of us."

"Am I right, Morgan?"

[Of course... dear Sanguinius. ]

Morgan never thought that when the two legions on the east and west lines officially merged and launched the final attack on the Crown World of Ullanor, the Western Legion, representing Horus, would communicate with her, the actual controller of the Eastern Legion, and it would be the Archangel from Baal.

"Don't be surprised, this position originally belonged to Rogal Dorn."

Even though the figure of Sanguinius was separated by the blurry image of the holographic projector, it was still so unattainable. Even a person like Morgan would feel ashamed when facing her angel brother: perhaps the Spider Queen had defeated Sanguinius in verbal confrontations several times, but this was obviously not enough to shake the archangel's natural perfect impression.

[Dorn? ]

The Lord of Avalon was stunned for a moment, and asked back with doubt.

"Yes."

The angel nodded.

"Horus thinks that Dorn may have some common topics with you. After all, you have been together and cooperated several times, and there are no disturbing messages. If you keep a calm mind, who would hate our Invert brother?"

[Why did it end up being you? 】

"Because Dorn is busy."

"He is now... with you."

The angel shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes were obviously looking elsewhere. Morgan knew what he was looking at, because the Spider Queen herself was doing the same thing: even as a Primarch, an airdrop operation of 100,000 people was a rare spectacle.

This was just the vanguard.

From the first minute when the two arms of the Emperor officially joined together, the full-scale attack on Ullanor also began. After more than ten hours of futile bombing and attempts, the leaders of the expeditionary force still honestly mobilized all the airdrop pods and gunboats they could find in their ships, ready to adopt the classic tactics that have been tried and tested in this galaxy.

Speaking of this, Morgan even felt a sense of absurdity that was unimaginable: whether it was the Human Empire or the Randan Empire, or even the green-skinned orcs in front of him who could not be measured by any common sense in the world, they could actually maintain a high degree of consistency on the same issue.

That is, no matter how powerful, efficient, or incredible their defenses are, they can never stop the classic tactics of boarding or airdropping: it's as if the fundamental purpose of this universe is to perform bloody, brutal, and bloody close combat competitions.

How ridiculous...

The Primarch patted his head, and at this moment, her eyes just caught up with the shadow of the first round of large-scale airdrops: Morgan knew that Jonson and Fulgrim were among them, and Jaghatai Khan and his heirs were the second echelon.

These three [dear] blood brothers have never returned to the rear to participate in the meeting since they broke into the greenskin battle formation in the chaos caused by the Emperor's Dream. At most, they threw their unlucky confidants back: there is no doubt that this move is equivalent to throwing everything of the Eastern Front Legion to Morgan.

For a moment, the Spider Queen didn't know whether to thank them for their trust or to scold such a hands-off shopkeeper: Forget about Jonson and Fulgrim, wasn't Jaghatai Khan quite calm before?

Could it be that there is a threshold for the calmness of this steppe eagle?

Morgan didn't have time to think about all this.

At this moment, she and Sanguinius, who was opposite the holographic projector, stopped talking and devoted themselves to the airdrop battle outside the porthole. The magnificent scenery temporarily soothed their tired hearts. The brave figures of 100,000 Astartes warriors rushing to the battlefield, even the Emperor's Dream hanging high above their heads could not cover up such a blazing fire.

In Morgan's impression, the airdrop battle that she remembered most deeply was undoubtedly the joint airdrop battle between the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves on Duran, but such a [big scene] was simply not worth mentioning compared to the grandeur in front of her.

I saw the hatches of thousands of warships opening one after another. The ripples of the void shield gradually receding were like rolling waves in the Milky Way. The indicator lights indicating the combat status quickly lit up, rubbing the throbbing of the explosive bolts, and the color of each one was shining like a star.

There were thousands of them.

And under them, countless steel fruits fell in unison with the sound of iron claws rubbing, rushing towards the last crown of Ullanor with unstoppable force. The scorching death left a trail of hot dust in the void, and the gunboats followed closely, eager to join this grand steel journey.

The coffins of death quickly intertwined with Ullanor’s outermost defense position and thin atmosphere. The strong friction caused their shells to quickly turn from black to red, red to orange, and finally to the dazzling white color like stars, one by one, group by group, and suddenly, the distant stars were roaring in front of them.

There were thousands of them too.

Stars and stars: the stars of the Great Crusade now roam between heaven and earth.

They quickly set off, burned, and then rushed into the smoke and dust lower down, until even the sight of the original body could not see any figure: a hundred thousand vanguard warriors just plunged into the steel sky of Ullanor, these Warriors come equally from every legion participating in the war.

"Both yours and mine."

Sanguinius sighed softly.

"By the way, Horus asked me to convey that he is grateful that you agreed to his plan."

【nothing. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[Having all legion warriors participate in the first round of airdrops is a good deed: Compared with this matter, I am more curious about where Horus is at this time? 】

"He just disappeared from your sight, along with the Emperor's drop pod."

"Where's Jonson?"

[Perhaps he and Fulgrim will collide with the Emperor. 】

"That's it."

The archangel nodded.

"Then could you please tell me who will be the second tier with me?"

[Chagatai. 】

"He is willing to be a substitute? This is not in line with the characteristics of his army."

[Isn’t it the same for you? 】

Morgan's smile silenced the archangel in the holographic projection for a moment.

"What about you?"

[Me: It depends on when I can deal with the mess above. 】

"You can at least be faster than Dorn: he has no intention of going to the war at all. In his opinion, it is enough to have Sigismund and a company of Templars to represent him. The glory of Ullanor has nothing to do with him. relation."

【I won't do this. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[There are at least a thousand people in my Dawnbreaker Legion participating in the vanguard. I will not let so many descendants below: However, I hold the same view on another issue. I don’t know the so-called glory of Ullanor. 】

"very good."

The archangel nodded.

"Do you mind telling me where you plan to parachute to command the battle? I hope to have the honor of fighting alongside you: after all, this is the blank area between us, and I also want to take the opportunity to witness the battle form of the Dawnbreaker."

[Well, I’m not sure either. 】

Morgan shook her head first, and when disappointment flashed in the archangel's eyes, she showed her sly smile.

[However, I think I can tell you where Fulgrim landed. 】

[He reported to me. 】

"Oh? Really?"

"Will you go too?"

Sanguinius laughed, understanding what Morgan meant.

【How to say it. 】

The Spider Queen tilted her head.

【after all……】

[I also look forward to building a friendship between three people. 】

"Friendship has to have some foundation, right? For example, impressive memories?"

【It doesn't matter. 】

[Our dear genetic father, isn’t he preparing for us now? 】

【Believe me. 】

【You will be very...impressed. 】