Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Crusaders?]

[From Lorgar's side? What has he done?]

The Supreme Queen of Avalon took off the crown on her head in annoyance, and threw the priceless treasure aside, leaving Virgo and the Primarch Guard in a panic: while she was busy tearing the sweaty hair off the sticky back of her neck, she frowned and listened to the big and small things that happened in and outside the Far East Frontier during the dozen months when she was offline.

Although it was just listening, it was still not an easy job: especially when the Primarch had just gotten rid of the vast sea of ​​logistical documents on the Ullanor front, and then he was non-stop guiding his fleet through the undercurrent of the subspace channel, and then in the eager eyes of thousands of subjects in the Far East Frontier who had already prepared, he had to act as a flesh and blood statue for a full fourteen hours in a welcoming ceremony with a lot of people.

He didn't even have time to drink saliva.

At this point, Morgan felt that she had not slapped this blind communications officer who came up to her immediately after the ceremony and did not even give her a fifteen-minute break, which was a standard manifestation of her kind-hearted nature.

Well, I guess this is how the rumors that don't quite fit her image came about...

The Spider Queen was not angry, because in theory, there was nothing wrong with the mortal's behavior. On the contrary, he was fulfilling his duties: although he was dissatisfied in his heart, Morgan could not destroy the rules he had set himself on the surface.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen glanced at the mortal standing in front of her with a thick stack of documents. From the slight outline of his eyebrows and nose, Morgan connected this guy, who was less than 30 years old, with one of the first batch of old subordinates she promoted when she just established the Far East Frontier. Then she remembered another distant elder of this reckless guy in front of her, who seemed to have just been selected by the Dawnbreaker Legion twelve years ago.

As for that old ghost?

The medal she personally awarded him at the retirement ceremony twenty months ago.

Then, the Primarch spent another four seconds to reason out the entire family represented by the surname of the guy in front of him: including hundreds of lives and medals, as well as the current status of all of them, who are the heroes who have been praised by her? And who are serving hard labor on the punishment world?

Of course, if the family is particularly lucky, their surname will also be recorded in the list of soldiers of the Dawnbreaker Legion: even those large families with five or even six-digit blood relatives often only have one or two such honors.

The Spider Queen knows all this.

Because the middle and upper ruling class of the entire Far East Frontier is made up of thousands of such families, cliques and associations: their founders are often the first imperial governors who surrendered to Morgan, mortal generals who rose with the Dawnbreaker Legion, or monster-level bureaucrats who stood out in numerous political tasks and power struggles. Everyone has a medal awarded by Morgan himself on his chest, and everyone has completed important tasks at the planetary level.

And looking down, it is the descendants of these meritorious officials who really fill these political groups and support the operation of the entire Avalon: including but not limited to blood relatives, students, confidants who inherited influence, or allies who hold handles and trust each other. Even if there are often geniuses outside the system who squeeze into this class through exams and merits, they will be quickly accepted by one of the groups.

Those most outstanding people can even be members of multiple small political groups at the same time.

Among these eunuchs who actually maintained the daily operation of Great Avalon, their appearance, personality, origin, political ideals and values ​​were all different. There were only two things that were completely in common among them: outstanding personal ability and high loyalty to Morgan and the entire Far East Frontier.

No one would be stupid enough to recruit a time bomb that did not meet these two conditions. Although the Lord of Avalon had gradually adopted an indulgent attitude towards these old subordinates who had accompanied her in the battle for the country over the years, there were so many unlucky people who had their medals torn off by her own hands, and then their families were sent to the world of punishment, or even directly invited to the concentration camp of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for tea that they could not count.

In the indulgence that did not exceed her own control ability and the completely one-size-fits-all punishment line, the Spider Queen circled a private plot for the gradually solidified meritorious group in her hands, so that they could maintain their vitality and action for a longer time, and not quickly degenerate into termites.

After all, at critical moments, it is still necessary to rely on these old guys to play their residual heat: these people's personal ethics may be questionable, but the Far East Frontier is the common hard work of all of them, and it is their greatest child. No one will betray this collective will: As for the intricate power network they have established: Generally speaking, it is still beneficial to Morgan's Avalon.

At least this invisible big network has already brought the entire Far East Frontier under its control in the administrative field. Even the most remote planets can get the most basic control. They will not be like their colleagues in Holy Terra, who are in vain ruling a semi-paralyzed system that basically runs on inertia. The reason why it has not collapsed is entirely due to the legendary administrative processing ability of the seal holder.

Anyway, Morgan couldn't figure out how Malcador, as a mortal, could manage the entire empire while also squeezing out a certain amount of time every day to stroll around the Terra Palace to relax: the Primarch thought he couldn't do this anyway, so Morgan delegated more potential to his offspring and bureaucratic network.

The Primarch himself, like a real black widow spider, sat at the center of the power network of the entire Far Eastern Frontier, holding the source of violence and order with both hands, and could subvert dozens or hundreds of powerful so-called political families among mortals with a frown and a smile.

Even the most astute mortals can only satisfy the personal preferences and tasks of the Spider Queen as their highest goal. Through various merits and favors, they placed the youngest and best offspring of the family on the Spider Woman's throne [Aurora Goddess], and gave them various exaggerated titles to show that their group has not lost the favor of the Queen of Avalon.

And if a young talent from a family was demoted from the cabin of the Aurora without any reason, it would be enough to be a thunder before the coming of divine punishment: Morgan has absolute control over her flagship. No one except her has the power to mobilize any member of this battleship, not even Lana.

When this happens, even without the Primarch or the Ministry of Internal Affairs speaking up, other families, even those friends who are as close as family on weekdays, will be eager to tear these unfortunates into pieces: Avalon's bureaucrats have never united to fight against the arrogance of the Primarch. In comparison, they prefer to step on the heads of their colleagues and stand closer to the Queen of Avalon.

Even if it is just a small step closer, it means a huge reward.

Regardless of which descendant was lucky enough to be selected as the new blood of the Dawnbreaker, or the top life extension surgery in the hands of the Spider Queen, which was unique in the entire galaxy, and the attraction of the Primarch itself, it was enough to make the High Lords of Avalon show the humility that their Terran counterparts had never had.

Or it could be said: fear.

After all, the High Lords of Holy Terra only had to worry about the potential rebellion of the 19 Primarchs and Legions, while the eunuchs of Avalon were literally holding the lives of their entire families in Morgan's hands, so they had more things to consider.

For this reason, when the mortal assistant standing in front of Morgan found that the Primarch showed obvious displeasure on his face because of his report, he began to sweat coldly. The young man only remembered a question now: Why did this kind of reporting work, which even the Dawnbreakers would fight for in theory, fall on his shoulders so unclearly?

Now recalling it, when Lord Rana took the document presented by himself in the shadow of the Primarch's speech and patted his shoulder in return, handing him the honor of facing the Primarch, the expression on the face of the Dawnbreaker was quite amusing...

Damn, I was tricked.

[...]

The Primarch took two deep breaths and took the time to enjoy a moment of tranquility. She glanced at the trembling mortal assistant, and then left him behind. It took more than a minute to find a place on the balcony where she could rest: under the silk awning, she could enjoy the prosperous beauty of the garden world. The sound of Virgo packing tea came from downstairs.

[Come here. ]

After feeling a little calm, the Primarch waved to her assistant.

[Continue reading. ]

Morgan could clearly feel that the mortal in front of him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, sir."

Two seconds later, the clear voice like running water flowed into the Primarch's ears. Excluding some reckless young people, the mortal assistants who could have a place on the Aurora were obviously excellent people: even the unlucky guy who was caught by the chief of the guards, the sound of him reading the manuscript could still make the Primarch feel enjoyable.

As for the content, it is not certain.

A minute later, Morgan understood what happened: In short, on the front line of Ullanor, an armed conflict broke out between the Word Bearers and the Salamanders. Although there was no bloodshed between the two sides under the mediation of Horus, there was obviously a new rift between the two legions, which gave the Wolf God a headache.

Fortunately, she escaped quickly...

It is not complicated to know what the Word Bearers did to anger the Salamanders: before the Ullanor Crusade, Lorgar and his Word Bearers destroyed a federal pocket empire composed of humans and aliens in the name of holy war, killed all non-human races, and captured those mortals who were unwilling to immediately submit to the Emperor and the Empire.

For the Great Crusade, such things have never been news. Even in the chaotic era of strife, there are still cases of human civilization and alien civilization living in peace: the mortal residents of these cross-species federations often find it difficult to understand why their Terra compatriots want to wield the butcher knife against their alien compatriots, and the Empire obviously has no intention of explaining more.

The Word Bearers organized these sinful mortals into the Penitent Legion, and they were ordered to launch suicidal attacks on the greenskin positions during the Ullanor Crusade to atone for their sins against the Emperor and the Empire: other legions turned a blind eye to this behavior until a few Salamanders who happened to pass by discovered the truth in the Penitent Legion that made them furious.

That is, the selection criteria of the Penitent Legion were obviously too rough. The only thing they relied on when [recruiting] soldiers was a wheel offered by the White Scars Legion out of friendship: everyone above this would be recruited as a warrior and thrown into a suicidal battle with no return, no matter how old he was.

Six-year-old Penitent?

No big deal.

At least that's what the Word Bearers thought.

In the face of the Salamanders' doubts, the Word Bearers' mortal auxiliary officer in charge of this matter righteously called these redeemers civilian crusaders and children's crusaders: and when they saw how these genuine crusaders treated the redeemers who had collapsed from the front line, even though they knew the sins they had committed, the Salamanders' warriors still raised their guns and stopped the bullets fired at the deserters of the [Children's Crusade].

Although the parties involved were only a few private soldiers of the Salamanders and mortal officers of the Word Bearers, this incident quickly became a vortex that involved the two Primarchs, and even Horus could not give a fair judgment: after having to delay for a few days, the Crusader officer involved swallowed a bullet personally given by Lorgar with a fanatical attitude, and the Children's Crusade was openly promised to be completely banned.

After that, even the Salamanders could not care about the fate of these children who were demoted to redeemers and other [Civilian Crusaders]: after all, the entire Ullanor Expedition had not yet been completely ended. Even if the king of the Orc Empire was destroyed by the human expeditionary army, half of the territory of the entire Ullanor Empire was still tightly held in the hands of the greenskins. It would take at least a year to wipe out this remaining force.

In the face of war, even the Salamanders could not care about the lives of mortals.

What's more, these humans who resisted the Emperor's rule were indeed guilty: when the Word Bearers produced such evidence, even Vulkan himself could only shut up. He could of course accuse Lorgar of fanaticism and ruthlessness, but he could not deny that behind these ruthless behaviors, the efficiency of the Word Bearers' conquest had left the Salamanders far behind.

In fact, since the Word Bearers made the Crusade their only goal and reorganized their mortal auxiliary army into the Crusaders, their combat efficiency has surpassed most of their brother troops: although such bloody rumors always linger around the Crusade of the 17th Legion, both the Emperor and the High Lords of Holy Terra tacitly turned a blind eye to the innocent blood when facing thousands of worlds that were quickly recovered.

What can Morgan say about this?

The only thing she can do is to be thankful that all her and her Dawnbreaker Legion’s responsibilities for the Ullanor Expedition will only continue until the moment when the Orc Emperor Urger died: when other Primarchs are still deeply involved in the war and troubles in the north of the galaxy, the Spider Queen has led the main force of her legion back to her old nest in the east of the galaxy.

She left Davout and three companies, as well as several capable mortal auxiliary armies, and she believed that her children could handle and take care of themselves.

As for the Word Bearers...

[Let them go. 】

Morgan rubbed his temples.

【After all, ruthlessness and slaughter have never been a problem for the Empire, only incompetence and meaningless slaughter are the problems: now no one can blame the Word Bearers for what they have done, because their crusaders are indeed shedding their own blood and harvesting more worlds for the Empire and the Emperor. 】

【As for whether the means are rough? 】

【No one will care, even Vulkan can't take care of everyone...】

【It won't last long, the relationship between the Salamanders and the Word Bearers can't be counted on. 】

【Is there anything else? 】

"Well, the visit of Lord Conrad..."

【I know that. 】

"Then there is only one last thing."

【Say? 】

"According to the report of the Supreme Garrison Commander of the Avalon System, the Avalon System and several neighboring systems have frequently suffered some kind of tentative alien invasion in recent months. Although there have been no casualties so far, the military deployment has been messed up..."

【Invasion? 】

"Yes... it's the Eldar."

【Eldar... which kind of Eldar? 】

"This, every kind, sir: every kind of Eldar exists."

"Also: the leader of this Eldar invasion army calls himself Eldarad-Usvi."

"And the other one calls himself..."

"Uh...how do you pronounce this word..."

"It should be called: Xigaoqi?"

[...]

[Who? ]

[Who are you talking about? ]