Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 631: Luncheon of the Spiritual Tribe (Part 1) (There will be another update later)

After the scolding, only silence remained.

Everyone was stunned.

The steps of the Spider Queen were beyond the expectations of everyone present.

No matter the people of the Far Eastern Frontier or the looters who came and went without a trace, no one could have imagined that the Lord of the Dawnbreaker, who was still suffering on the front line of Ullanor a few weeks ago, would cross half of the galaxy at such a fast speed and return to her silver throne: the Queen of Avalon returned like lightning.

But for Morgan himself, all this was normal. Although the sudden harassment of the Eldar and the appearance of [Xi Gaoqi] really surprised the Spider Queen, but that was all. The shock it brought to the Primarch was not even as great as a phone call from the Lord of Humanity in the middle of the night.

After all, in the face of the Emperor's communication, the Spider Queen had to get up from the bed and search the floor with sleepy eyes for her Speedy Heart Pills and nitroglycerin: if she couldn't find them because the room had just been cleaned during the day, Morgan had to wake up Virgo who was sleeping next to her and ask her to help find them.

(Nitroglycerin: one of the most common drugs for hypertension emergency.)

But when facing a genuine God of Laughter and the elite Harlequin Troupe, the situation was much calmer: the Primarch was only stunned after receiving the news, and then he thought about how to deal with this emergency, and everything was as stable as she thought.

Without Morgan's further deployment, Avalon's own military strength and emergency mechanism alone could repel the seemingly powerful Eldar invasion army, and the only two remaining ones were harmless: and if the existence of Xi Gaoqi was true, it was indeed not something that conventional military forces could resist.

While receiving the information, the Primarch accelerated to her throne world to help: Morgan led the main force of the legion to evacuate the most glorious battlefield of the Great Crusade a few days after the Battle of Ullanor, because the Spider Queen believed that she had fulfilled her responsibility. Although the remaining military forces of the Greenskin Empire still needed at least several legions and a whole year to gradually clear them out, that was no longer the work of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

As for the subsequent Warmaster Ceremony and Conference that everyone had to participate in, it seemed that they would have to wait for about another year: for some reason that Morgan could not understand, the Emperor insisted on holding the ceremony of enthroning the Warmaster and the subsequent conference at the old site of Ullanor, which meant that the relevant site construction work could not be carried out until Horus led his army to completely clear out the remnants of the Orc Empire.

But it was also good: this gave the Spider Queen the opportunity to collude with others. Countless letters were sent from the Aurora, waiting for the day of the Warmaster Ceremony to arrive.

Before that, the Spider Queen had no interest in wasting time on that construction site: although if she returned to Avalon, she would soon have to rush to Ullanor again, but Morgan was willing to do so: the Dawnbreaker Legion had never had the practice of keeping its main force away from the Far Eastern Frontier for a long time, and she did not intend to make an exception, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

In contrast, the attack of the Eldar gave the Primarch another necessary reason to return home.

Morgan was very fast: she learned about the Eldar invasion on the core world at the westernmost end of the Far Eastern Frontier, and then it took only fifteen Terra standard days to rush back to the battlefield of Avalon and block Xi Gaoqi who set foot on her land again: the superb development of psychic technology during this period played a great role.

After the return of the Primarch, the situation became much simpler: although Morgan had to leave the main force of the Dawnbreaker Legion behind due to the hasty schedule, she still mobilized enough powerful forces for herself. In the third minute of the confrontation between the Primarch and Xigoqi, the majestic shadow of the Human Glory covered the sky above the agricultural satellite world where they were, followed by Conrad and his fleet who had just emerged from Mandeville Point.

With such power in hand, the atmosphere became harmonious. Morgan was sure that Xigoqi had no way to deal with her, and she really couldn't keep the Eldar God: although it was a piece of cake for the Spider Queen to remove the horn that Xigoqi used for possession, Morgan really had no interest in fighting against such a guy who didn't even have a soul.

Instead, she was more curious.

What was the reason that the Harlequin Troupe, which had always kept a distance from her, dared to tease her tiger whiskers: and more importantly, the Emperor seemed to have known about this for a long time, and even acquiesced to the alien's actions to some extent?

What was their purpose?

What purpose does he have?

With this thought in mind, Morgan confronted the tall shadow standing behind the Harlequin: Xigochi did not hide his thoughts at all, and the power it invested was so strong that even mortals like old Elvin could vaguely see the true body of the God of Laughter, and for Morgan it was as dazzling as a star.

The Primarch and the god exchanged greetings in the invisible realm in the fast and elegant Eldar language. Their conversation lasted for two minutes, and then the mission was accomplished: the Harlequin Troupe's invasion of Avalon was completely eradicated from then on, and the Primarch announced the victory of the military operation, and then threw the Harlequin into the void.

Someone will take care of it.

Amid the somewhat confused cheers of the defenders, Morgan quickly dealt with the chaos in Avalon caused by the invasion of the Eldar: when the first batch of legion fleets that followed her arrived, the Spider Queen had restored her country to its former tranquility and made up for every loophole and weakness exposed in this war. After ensuring all this, she lit up the fleet and led them to disappear in Mandeville Point.

Conrad was left behind to temporarily sit on the throne of Avalon for Morgan.

Morgan herself came to an uninhabited and nameless galaxy.

Someone was waiting for her here.

A person, and a god.

She hoped that these two guys could tell her something useful.

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"Of course we will do this."

As an opening statement, this sentence seems a bit strange, but considering that the person standing in front of you is a prophet from the Ark Eldar: such words are frank and touching.

At least it is not a riddle.

The Primarch smiled, rubbing her boots on the soft grass, feeling the sunlight shining through the gaps in the dense forest, gently resting on her shoulders, and the rustling and natural breath brought by the breeze: the only flaw is that this natural breath is mixed with a few traces of alien odor.

Of course, the Ark Eldar are a race that cherishes their own cleanliness, and they certainly don't emit any odor, but for Morgan, any non-human race will make her feel nauseous from the bottom of her heart: Morgan is more sensitive to this than other Primarchs, even higher than Mortarion and Fulgrim.

Now, she is in a Shura field that looks like a sea of blood and corpses.

This place is beautiful and picturesque, but it makes the Primarch feel cold, because there are Eldar everywhere, everywhere: the leader they respect is obviously the one who has not officially appeared yet, Xi Gaoqi, and Aidalad who has always sat in front of Morgan.

The Primarch locked his eyes on it, confirming the power of this Eldar prophet: it was this person's psychic information that guided Morgan to set out from the starport of Avalon, cross several star regions, and arrive at this green primitive world. This place belongs to the territory of the Far Eastern Frontier, but has never been truly valued. Although the flag of the Human Empire was planted as early as seventy years ago, it has not even a name until today.

It's as if it has been forgotten.

The Avalon fleet stayed in the low-Earth orbit of the primitive world, but they did not find the Eldar ships in the galaxy: after judging the number of the other party through the auspicious instrument, the Primarch carefully selected the entourage. Morgan finally brought three round table guards and half a company, leaving more people on the warship.

Lana was also in the team left behind.

The Primarch used his psychic power to lead her children directly to the surface to avoid being ambushed by the Eldar troops on the way: their destination was an ancient relic that seemed to have been abandoned for tens of millions of years. The towering ancient sculptures were swallowed up by the wild and dense jungle, and slowly died in a dead silence.

That's right, this vibrant world did not have any animals. There were plants everywhere that the Primarch could not recognize. The only breath of life was the ruins in front of him: the Eldar were waiting for them in the lobby of the ruins. There was no need for guidance at all, because the straight-line distance between the two groups was less than 200 meters.

Morgan saw the ivory-white long table and chairs and the dazzling array of plates on it at a glance: the table was large enough to seat all of them, but only Aidalad was seated on the Eldar side: the Eldar present, except for him, were all clowns in the troupe. They squatted or stood on the tall wreckage of the ruins, as if waiting for something.

The Primarch heard the sound of the round table guards beside her tightening their sword handles.

Morgan smiled, and her eyes lazily looked at those grinning mouths: the sublime incarnation, the sublime warlock, the one-man show, the troupe leader, the mime master, and the shadow prophet. It can be said that all the respectable positions in the clown troupe have been listed here, but for the Primarch, it only takes one more look.

When Morgan took a step and walked to the dining table in just one step, both Aidalad and all the clowns were obviously stunned: these old things who may have lived for tens of thousands of years, but they did not follow the footsteps of the Emperor's painstaking creations.

[So, you are the host? ]

Morgan did not sit down immediately, but smiled at her host. The Primarch put his hands on the chair and the table, looking at the Ark Eldar in front of him wearing a dark robe and a bronze high helmet, but he always felt that his aura made him feel very familiar.

Where did she smell this...

It shouldn't be in her stomach: she couldn't possibly not remember such a powerful collection.

"Aidalad."

The Eldar nodded. Although he didn't stand up to greet her, he was quite polite. What he said was standard Terran language, and his voice was as refreshing as an opera: the last person who made Morgan feel this way was her genetic father. These former overlords really have some tricks.

【You didn't answer my question. 】

The Primarch kept smiling, and the Dawnbreakers pressed on behind her, trying their best to get closer to their mother without starting a war immediately: the three Primarch guards in the lead were nervously watching the Harlequins occupying various commanding heights. The number of both sides seemed to be equal. Facing so many Harlequins, even the most elite Astartes warriors were not sure whether they could gain an advantage in the battle.

"It was I who sent the invitation."

Aidalad was very calm.

"But I dare not call myself the master of this place."

After speaking, the Eldar prophet made a gesture of great respect. He guided Morgan to look at a small carving beside the dining table: the carving on it was the image of the Eldar God of Laughter Xigochi. Although it looked ordinary and even a little rough, the Primarch was fascinated by it.

Because through this statue, Morgan could clearly feel that since she landed in this world and stepped into this place, the gaze and breath of the Prince of Pleasure that had been lingering behind her all day long had dimmed a lot without her noticing.

Until this moment, Morgan really valued this laughing god in her heart. It did what even her gene father could not do: temporarily obscure the gaze of a chaotic god and weaken its influence on individuals to the extreme.

It looks like...

It is really a [God].

Tsk... God...

"This is His power."

Aidalad explained.

"Although it cannot be resisted, it can be deceived and make it lost in the dimension for a moment."

[Only temporary? ]

"There is no banquet that will not end, and there is no joy that will never stop."

[Interesting. 】

The Primarch nodded, and after feeling that the sight behind him had indeed disappeared, and it was not some so-called trick, Morgan sat down on the chair calmly: With this action, both the Astartes warriors and the elites of the Harlequin Troupe breathed a sigh of relief silently and slightly lowered their blades.

"At least there is something to talk about."

Someone whispered, but no one dared to speak: the Dawnbreakers were wary of the Harlequin Troupe's powerful combat power, and the Harlequins recalled the lazy glance of the Spider Queen when she just walked out of her psychic teleportation array, which almost devoured them.

Even Eddara's back was soaked with sweat because of the Primarch's inadvertent glance.

In the next minute, neither side spoke. The Primarch and the Eldar prophet just observed each other in silence. The two armies behind them took their own actions: some people in the Harlequin Troupe slowly retreated, and about half of them didn't know what to do. The Dawnbreakers seemed to be scattered, but they were quietly looking for the most powerful attack position for themselves. The Astartes always had one hand on the hilt of their swords.

"Your descendants are very vigilant."

[It's human nature: they will only relax a little in front of friends. ]

"We are certainly not friends, but we can also sit down and talk."

[Only now. ]

The Primarch smiled.

[But you have to tell me first: what do you plan to talk to me about? ]

[If it's not satisfactory, I'd better take a look at the menu for this lunch. ]

[Lest they all run away. ]

"..."

Eldalad was silent for a while.

Then, it took a deep breath.

"I want to talk to you about... fate."