Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 651: Debut (End)

[They told me that Leman Russ's fleet had just completed the handover ceremony in low-Earth orbit twenty minutes ago: If we are lucky enough, we should be able to see the Herakl Fenr.]

"I don't like that ship. It looks like an antique from forty thousand years ago."

[Old and decayed?]

"Worse: gaudy."

"Like me: it's terrible."

When he spit out this harsh comment mercilessly, Conrad was licking his dry lips over and over again with his long tongue that almost touched the tip of his nose, as a way to kill boredom: As the most famous time management master among the Primarchs, Midnight Haunter has many enviable skills.

For example, he can always find all kinds of eye-popping ways to waste his normal working time, and then before the final deadline, he will use amazing speed and efficiency to make his work perfectly pass the passing line.

It was impossible to go further: every extra drop of sweat he shed was working for his unscrupulous gene father. He might as well squeeze out more time to watch Sevata and Shen busying around.

He called it: the gratified look of an old father to his filial children.

Sevata fell for it.

To be fair, Conrad didn't think he did anything wrong. Looking at all the Primarchs, he had worked very hard: Midnight Haunt would arrive at his office before ten o'clock every day, and work until two o'clock before going to Morgan's afternoon tea. Sometimes, he would even work overtime until four o'clock in the afternoon.

His hard-working attitude is rare among ordinary people nowadays.

What? You mean Guilliman?

Conrad never thought that his Macragge brother was a flesh-and-blood person: he would rather believe that it was a discounted office notebook that the Emperor took out from the home appliance area when he was buying Primarchs in the warp, and there were only documents and spreadsheets on the desktop.

There was not even a minesweeper.

Unlike him, Conrad: at least he has a deck of spider cards. When he has nothing to do, his dear sister can use his liver, lungs and spleen to draw cards and entertain herself.

But such scenes have become increasingly rare recently: Seriously, it seems that Morgan hasn't beaten him for many days, even if he puts his feet on Morgan's desk and happily takes away the Spider Queen afternoon tea dessert, Playing dominoes with her beloved statue, his lungs and kidneys were still well within his chest.

That's not okay: these poor little guys really need to get some air.

Moreover, as we all know: behind every happy fruit bat that becomes increasingly unscrupulous and no longer diligent, there must be a fat lynx that gradually becomes decadent and degenerates and no longer looks covetously.

This is very worrying.

No matter how much Conrad degenerates, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he is a pure rotten person, a person who has lost any high-level interests, a piece of garbage that lives a stable life in the Emperor's plan. Although he has been used by a small waste now, he has only changed from a piece of garbage with nowhere to go to a bag of garbage with its own non-recyclable garbage bin.

It is a big progress in life.

But Morgan is different.

If the Spider Queen also collapses, or simply becomes Conrad, then who will he throw his original work to? The Emperor is above, Conrad is openly sitting on the job and eating for nothing, and Sevitar alone can't support the workload that originally belonged to him.

Why do you think so?

It was obvious: originally, every time Conrad sneaked back to the Nightfall, he could only steal the midnight snack that Sevata had saved for the night in his private room: at most, he could get a private letter between his beloved son and Morgan's eldest daughter Virgo, so as to understand his personal debt record on the Aurora in recent times.

It was impossible to pay back the money: he just wanted to know which restaurants he should avoid before Sevata paid back next time?

But in recent times, he was able to touch new hair growth agent every day.

To be honest, after realizing for the first time that Sevata had worked so hard, Conrad still felt a little guilty: driven by this poor conscience, the Midnight Haunter quietly changed his destination and disappeared on the tarmac.

When Sevatar returned to his room a few hours later, the Prince of Crows was shocked to find that his original locker was already filled with various hair growth agents: and when he opened the locker used to deal with the Primarch and revealed the secret cabinet inside, he found that the bottle of hair growth agent that was really useful was gone.

Damn it, I should have put the bottle of hair loss agent in the outer cabinet earlier.

Conrad was naturally unaware of Sevatar's gritting his teeth in the shadows: because Morgan's words were lingering in his ears.

[I heard: Guilliman, Jonson and Corax are all looking for their missing hair growth agents recently? ]

"One thing is wrong: Jonson's is not hair growth agent, but hair gel."

[No wonder. ]

Morgan nodded.

[I was saying why I always felt that his hair was a little sparse recently. ]

[It feels different to the touch. ]

The Lord of Avalon shook his head repeatedly.

[If it were just these, it would be fine. 】

【But the hair growth agent in Vulcan's room also disappeared. 】

[Isn’t that a little too much: isn’t it, Conrad? 】

"……Well……"

"That's another problem: I just dropped by Vulcan's room."

[Going to get hair restorer? 】

"No: I just felt that since the other three brothers had suffered, it was unfair to leave Vulcan alone. Would it make him feel a little targeted, so I made an extra trip."

[You are quite considerate of him. 】

"We are all brothers."

"Besides, didn't I also keep Shen's credit card account number as compensation?"

Conrad's eyes drifted away silently.

"Also, to be honest, I didn't expect that inside Vulkan's private vault, there was actually his hair growth potion. In order to open it, I withstood the firepower of at least two War Dog-class Titans and almost died. He was sent to the infirmary: it turned out that there were a bunch of hair growth products, skin creams and night care packages, making it look like his black skin could still be saved. "

[You should be lucky: Vulkan thought someone was trying to steal the artifact he made. 】

"That's what I thought."

Mentioning this point, Midnight Ghost actually felt a little resentful for no reason.

"But I was caught by Vulkan as soon as I opened that damn vault. He was quite happy, because it was rare for a brother to visit his room, and he had always wanted to find someone to test him. I just built a three-dimensional defense system, but I didn’t expect that I would take the initiative to help before I even asked.”

"He also said: If I talk to him directly next time, he will be willing to give me some gifts after I help."

[You really didn’t take anything away? 】

"No!"

Facing his eldest sister's doubts, Conrad bared his fangs like an angry lynx.

"I didn't even notice!"

【Didn’t notice? 】

"That's right!"

"Who would have thought that the shoe cabinet-like thing at the door of his bedroom is his weapon storage rack! The pile of scrap metal on it is the weapon he just made. If you pick any one from it, it will It can easily penetrate the original armor I was wearing!"

"Your Majesty, when Vulkan just came back, he thought I was a thief from somewhere. He picked up the coffee pot he was holding and threw it at me: that damn thing suddenly It flattened my shoulder armor and almost took away half of my ear."

[What about the coffee pot? 】

"It's no big deal!"

【……】

"Seriously, sister, I sincerely suggest that you get along well with our fire dragon brothers. Move around more if you have nothing to do, and it's best to give each other some gifts or something: even if you can get a pair of slippers from his room, you might not be able to get along well. It can become an artifact that will be famous in the galaxy in ten thousand years, and it can kill the Astartes Chapter Leader or the green-skinned warlord in one shot."

[How can you be sure? 】

"I found a little bit of fine gold on the slippers under his bed."

[Nostramo’s? 】

"Of course not."

Conrad shook his head.

"Don't you know: The space domain where Vulkan's home star Nocturne is located is located in the southernmost part of the Maelstrom area. Although it is barren and chaotic, it is generally extremely rich in mineral reserves. As long as he can build a complete set of industrial facilities, Sooner or later, it will be converted into powerful productivity, and even several auxiliary troops with luxurious equipment can be created. "

【Why do you know so well? 】

"I always want to know about Nostramo's business competitors outside."

[Just Vulcan? 】

"He is the main opponent, but there are also a few who are more threatening in the future, such as our Mortarion brothers. He has recently become obsessed with the primary industry of raw material export: my market share in Corax I am gradually being squeezed out by Mortarion. After all, the distance between the two of them is too close, and I can't beat them in a price war. "

[Can't you take a private route between you and Corax? Do you still remember the joint battle between your two legions more than ten years ago? Once you ask, Corax is even willing to lend you his flagship. 】

"That's because the Night Lords took the initiative to undertake the task of frontal combat."

Conrad recalled that memory, a soft smile brushed the corner of his mouth: What Midnight Ghost did not tell Morgan was that he actually felt that it was not for the Raven Guard to let the Eighth Legion take the initiative to take on frontal combat tasks. What a totally good thing.

It is true that the scions of Corax did not suffer many casualties in that joint battle, far less than Conrad's Night Lords. But if the Raven Guards remain like this for a long time and lack experience in frontal combat, they will only rely on Corax. Sri Lanka's tactics behind enemy lines, then sooner or later the entire legion will suffer from this issue.

Yes, Conrad knew that the Raven Guard Corps did not lack troops for frontal combat. They had well-established artillery and armored troops, but there was a huge gap between having these troops and being able to use them. Even Aspen Tate can't easily cross it either.

But Midnight Ghost never warned his brother about this problem, just like the truth he elaborated a long time ago: everyone must have a flaw to allow others to cope with unexpected needs, and the Raven Guard is The shortcomings he left to Corax.

As a countermeasure, the Night Lords Legion was eradicated from this shortcoming.

You know, the Midnight Lords Legion faced almost the same problem back then. There were some unorthodox tactics in the legion, and they were helpless in the face of real head-on fighting and large-scale combat. Conrad spent a lot of effort to correct the problems of the Eighth Legion, but even so, correction was not a complete break.

The whole empire knew that Conrad's Midnight Lords were unmatched in small-scale brawls and city alley wars, but once the scale of the battlefield was enlarged and hundreds of soldiers fought each other, the Eighth Legion would often be weak: their experience in the Ghoul Star made them particularly good at raids, brawls, rapid fighting and efficient retreat, but they had almost no experience in long-term tug-of-war.

This is not difficult to understand.

Because in most of the new generation of the Eighth Legion's combat experience, spending several days or even more than ten hours on a battlefield is no doubt like seeking death: if you delay a little, you will find that the warp channel that originally sent you here has completely changed. What's more, it's only been more than ten minutes on the battlefield, and when you go out again, it's already been a long time, and thirty or forty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

There are several such examples under Conrad's command: a ten-year recruit who has served for fifty years.

When he thought of this, Midnight Haunter couldn't hold back the smile on his face. Although it was a bit despicable to laugh at his own offspring, it was indeed very fun: especially when he saw Sevatar's hair falling out because of a lot of invalid personnel promotion lists and obituaries.

Oh, right... hair.

Midnight Haunter's eyes quietly shifted to his elder sister with silver hair.

Morgan should have some more reliable hair growth potions.

Damn it, it's already the 30th millennium, and humans haven't solved the fundamental problem of hair loss: his great gene father is also like this, he has beautiful hair, but half of his sons are bald.

Wait...

Does this mean that their idiot gene mother... um...

Conrad fell into deep thought: until the Spider Queen's slap brought him back to reality.

[Wake up, Conrad, you haven't answered my question just now. ]

"Ah? Ah."

The ghost nodded.

"You mean Corax? How to say..."

He hugged his head in distress.

"That guy Corax was taught too rigidly by you and the Emperor. I tried so hard but couldn't make him lively: he was willing to lend me his Queen of Glory, but that was because I was his best brother. And he had the qualifications as the head of the legion."

"However, when it comes to any livelihood issues involving Redemption Star, our brother thinks he has no right to make decisions on his own. He completely handed over his home planet to a Redemption Committee that he trusted the most. It was full of mortals, and they decided all kinds of livelihood matters, such as who to buy mines from."

[Did they choose Mortarion? ]

"In order to win the Redemption Star as a big customer, so that his beloved Barbarus could complete the initial industrial upgrade, the Lord of Death actually agreed to set aside an exclusive area on Barbarus for the Redemption Star business team for the first time, and guaranteed that there would be no poisonous gas pollution in the area: he has done this, what do you think I can do to compete with him?"

[It's really impressive. 】

Morgan snorted lightly, and there was no lack of affirmation for Mortarion in his words: Although his relationship with the Lord of Death has never been good, and they can be said to have bad relationships with each other, Mortarion still has many advantages that Morgan agrees with.

At least more than Magnus.

If they have to cooperate, Morgan would rather pinch his nose and work side by side with Mortarion than Magnus: The Lord of Death is certainly not as easy to control as the King of Prospero, but if the problem is handed over to him, there is a high probability that it will not mess up, which can make people feel relieved.

As for Magnus...

Well... forget it...

Let's think of something happy.

Morgan's eyes began to drift, and soon caught what he wanted.

【Conrad. 】

"I'm here."

【Go and help me see: how long will it take for the Emperor's flagship to arrive? 】

【Notify me when it arrives. 】

【Don't let that old bastard run away? 】

"Run away? What do you mean?"

[He's been avoiding me lately: avoiding the new script I wrote for him. 】

"That's it? Did you arrange dozens of ways to execute him in the script?"