Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Ever since she was forced by the gods to join the Great Crusade, Morgan couldn't remember how many times she had visited the Emperor's Dream: her memory was biased here.

Is it the third time? Or the fourth time?

Whenever the Spider Queen recalled things related to her Gene Father, her powerful mind that was enough to rule a thousand stars would be disturbed accordingly: the details about the Lord of Mankind were always vague.

For example, some key numbers, several important discussions, or those whispers that were like secrets: the Primarch was sure that they were all important, but they all disappeared in the deepest part of her memory without her knowing, just like being wiped out by the scythe of the God of Death, without even a trace.

She knew they existed, but she forgot everything else.

This feeling was like...

Just like those uninformed brothers looking at the disappeared Primarch No. 11.

[……]

For no reason, Morgan shuddered.

She didn't want to recall that brother, the one she thought was too crazy: but the real core problem was that the disappearance of the blond beast allowed Morgan to witness the real bottom line between the Emperor and the Primarch, and that bottom line seemed to be making a comeback.

Surrounding her, attacking the memory in her mind: the place where she stored her self-will and pure soul.

This forced Morgan to be serious.

She was not so forgetful before, and in fact she is not forgetful now: the Spider Queen can clearly recall every little movement and facial expression she witnessed when she was with each of her blood brothers. These memories are like classified documents, properly stored in the Primarch's mind, and can be retrieved anytime and anywhere.

This is the secret weapon that the Spider Queen has never passed on to others, even Conrad and Johnson are unaware of it: every time Morgan reunites with her Primarch brother after a long separation, she can compare the precise memory fragments in her mind with the current situation of the gene Primarch in front of her, and thus infer what changes her brother has experienced in the years she can't see?

This is almost a science: after all, you can't just talk to a group of weird giant babies who are famous in the galaxy, and her nephews who are as bright as her brains.

And all this relies on her almost never wrong memory.

But now, no matter how Morgan recalls, she can't get a definite answer to the question about the Emperor, even the Virgo memory array can't help her: this situation has become more and more serious in the past ten years, and has become a new distress for the Spider Queen.

Just like she can't remember how many times she visited the Emperor's Dream, she can only vaguely remember that each visit was not pleasant, sometimes long, sometimes short: and the Emperor did not always give her a satisfactory answer.

These are all unknowns.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that she must be the Primarch who has received such [favor] the most.

It's really an honor.

Nothing could make Morgan realize the truth of "one man's honey is my poison" more than this [honor]. For others, this reward is something they can't even ask for, but can only dream of, but for the Spider Queen, it is like a magic sound that urges her to die.

If it weren't for Malcador's call note jumping around on her white jade table, annoying like Conrad's head, Morgan really planned to delay for a while, but the seal holder was really urgent: and the Spider Queen did have a place to use him.

This is the point.

So, the Spider Queen could only tidy up her appearance hastily, and put the Virgo who had just been coaxed to sleep quietly on the mattress, and then wished the robed little man who was eating cake next to him to look after the house, and then clenched the teleportation talisman in her hand.

When the psychic power with a light golden glow enveloped her, Morgan did not forget to take a final look at Virgo's situation, thinking about how to comfort her when she came back: this is also a family tradition of her and her daughters, which has continued for almost forty or fifty years.

After all, when Morgan sent these precious daughters, she actually had the same purpose as her genetic father: she also liked to send her children out, asking them to fight for her, shepherd and guard a place, following the legacy of the capable first, and only those who endured hardships could endure more hardships.

But unlike the emperor, Morgan knew very well how much trouble her inaction would bring to her precious daughters, so she was very lenient on other issues, and did not mind the failure of the star maids, and liked to reward them for their unique way of relieving stress.

For example, Virgo likes to sleep in her mother's arms: So what's wrong with a little satisfaction? This mother-daughter interaction, which happens every few months on average, relieves everyone's stress and makes Morgan more suspicious of her and Perturabo's craftsmanship.

Is this humanoid bionic body structure a little too humanoid?

With such doubts, Morgan's body tore through the barrier of the subspace. When she opened her eyes again, the Sigillite had a tired look, and the fully armed and hostile eyes of the Imperial Guards made the Spider Queen feel at home.

I'm back: It's a familiar feeling.

[Where are the others? ]

The Primarch stepped out of the teleportation circle and used her psychic power to push away the guards who were too close to her, just because their blades hit her eyes: the Lord of Avalon didn't even bother to call the Emperor by his name, and the transgression of words made the air on the bridge more solemn.

But the guards [didn't react].

Morgan was not surprised by this, she knew that the people present were all familiar faces: this was a slight compromise made by the Emperor and Malcador to the Spider Queen on such issues.

Ever since Morgan openly expressed her contempt for the Lord of Mankind on the deck of the Emperor's Dream, and then used methods including but not limited to directly kicking open the door inlaid with red agate in the Emperor's throne room, using the Lord of Mankind's private flag as a mouth towel after a meal, and directly knocking her iron boots on the Emperor's priceless desk, she proved that her declaration was not groundless.

Of course, if these actions can be understood as the Primarch's nonsense, then randomly knocking out the Imperial Guards she saw, painting their armor silver-white, or carving cat-ear-like patterns on the places where the glorious names and double-headed eagles were inlaid, was completely beyond the tolerance of the Imperial Guards.

It's not that there were no Golden Guards who drew their swords in anger, but their courage only proved that the Primarch was worthy of being the Primarch: after Morgan had argued with the Emperor countless times, slammed the door in anger, and turned around to vent his anger on the large-sized figures of the Imperial Guards, the Lord of Mankind finally compromised.

He selected those with the best temper from his Golden Guards to be responsible for welcoming and escorting the Spider Queen, while others were forbidden to have any contact with Morgan: so in the past few decades, Morgan had come into contact with the same group of Imperial Guards on the Emperor's Dream.

And for the Imperial Guards, who are already highly mobile, this is indeed rare.

Those lucky ones who were unfortunate enough to be chosen began a painful experience: as the Emperor relied more and more on Morgan, he met with the Spider Queen more and more often, and the sparks of father-daughter affection made people cry, and also made the guards around the perimeter bulge with veins.

Every time it was like this, every time it was with such rage and presumption, whipping the pitiful dignity of the guards day after day: until decades later, they changed from the original honor guards who drew their swords in anger to cold machines that were no longer surprised by the Spider Queen's transgression.

It was numb.

Furthermore, these specially selected guards actually had a strange sense of trust in the Spider Queen, and many of them began to think about a question: since Morgan's transgression and disloyalty were so obvious, then what was the reason why the Emperor still trusted her?

Does that mean: this gene primarch is indeed unique?

The spread of such thoughts made the two hundred guards look at Morgan with even more indifference.

And if Morgan, for some reason, showed a respectful look to the Emperor on the bridge of the Emperor's Dream, these guards would feel a little at a loss, and even whispered among each other, and the intensity of monitoring the Spider Queen would increase sharply.

These bastards always thought that she, the weakest Primarch, had bad intentions.

They were so inhuman.

Despite this, the magnanimous Spider Queen still smiled at them, casually patted the shoulders of several leaders, and spit out their names and achievements, but all she got was a general hostile look: until Malcador asked them to retreat a hundred steps away.

"If you don't come again, I will chase you to the Aurora to arrest you."

The words of the seal holder were just like his reputation outside, which made people dislike him.

[Believe me: it will not be a good thing for you and me. 】

Morgan just chuckled, but Malcador saw clearly that when he said he was going to chase the Aurora, a dangerous light flashed in the eyes of the Spider Queen: it was the instinctive rage of a carnivorous beast when its private territory was trampled casually.

"What?"

The Sigillite retorted.

"Are you worried that there are some shameful secrets on your Aurora?"

[Indeed: I am more worried that you will perish with my ship. 】

"You think too highly of the power of a warship in front of psychics."

[My ship is different. 】

Morgan just smiled.

[I can assure you: if only a few conditions are met, the Aurora can even temporarily block the boarding of an entire Astartes Legion. You can regard it as my real home planet and use it to evaluate its status and importance. 】

"What about Avalon?"

[I will not stay in that world for more than ten years in total. 】

"I understand."

The Sigillite moved aside, motioning Morgan to move forward with him.

"It's like the relationship between Holy Terra and the Emperor's Vision, isn't it?"

[Speaking of this...]

Morgan pursed his lips, and Malcador could see the tongue that hit the Primarch gently licking the dry corners of his mouth. He knew that this was a manifestation of Morgan's greed: whenever she longed for something, the Spider Queen could not control her face well.

These shortcomings made her more like a mortal than her other brothers.

"What do you want now?"

[I just wondered, since the Emperor would be away from the front line of the Great Crusade from now on, then his Emperor's Vision and Bucephalus...]

"You're so bold: why don't you think about Dorn's Phalanx?"

[I heard that there is some technology about the Phalanx in the Emperor's treasury. ]

"Really?"

The Sigillite, who had just mentioned it casually, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"How did you know?"

[Perturabo told me. ]

Morgan spread his hands.

[We have been in touch. ]

"So?"

The Sigillite did not slow down.

"Are you really going to have your own Phalanx? This is not easy."

[No, I'm not that arrogant. ]

Morgan restrained her edge, and the Sigillite began to not understand her thoughts.

[I just want some technology about the Phalanx: for example, its subspace engine technology. ]

"What do you want this for?"

[My... a friend wants it. ]

"Friend?"

[Yes: Riza, they have wanted this technology for many years. 】

Faced with the smile of the Spider Queen, Malcador was somewhat puzzled. He did not quite understand what the Queen of Avalon wanted for such a grand engine technology. Could it be that she really had a Phalanx that had no problems except that it could not move?

Then he had to re-evaluate the threat ranking of the three kings in the Far East.

"..."

Forget it, I can't care so much.

After thinking for a moment, the Sigillite shook his head helplessly in his heart. He knew very well that he and the Emperor were powerless now: they had too many opponents to face, and even nearly half of the Primarchs were unstable factors. Under this premise, all the forces that could be united were worth their compromise.

Of course, the Lord of Mankind and the Sigillite knew very well that the Spider Queen was doing some terrible little tricks in her Far Eastern border: Morgan's various actions in these years all showed that she had a giant weapon in her hand that was unknown but certainly extremely powerful, and she did not hide this too much.

What can Malcador do? He can only turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, Morgan is safe, and she can help with many problems: instead of worrying about her, it is better to worry about the old man from Terra who is full of big plans.

This realization finally reached its peak when the Sigillite opened the door in front of Morgan and found that the Emperor's office was empty: Malcador stared at the position under the crystal chandelier. Logically, his master should be standing there at this moment, carrying the script that he and Morgan had prepared in advance, and they were just discussing some details this time.

But now, the lights are high.

And there is no trace of the king.

Where is he? ! !

Ran away.

[It seems that a certain emperor is planning to resist your powerful ministers. ]

The Primarch glanced at the script that was casually thrown on the ground, and his veins popped: That was the blood and sweat of her hard work for a long time, you at least threw it on the table!

[What should I do now? 】

"Follow me."

After taking a few deep breaths, his voice was frighteningly calm.

"He can't run away: he's just hiding in the Emperor's Dream."

[Easy to say: The size of this Glorious Queen is larger than a hive city. 】

Morgan sneered, but the only response she got was the gloom on the face of the Sigillite.

"It doesn't matter. I know every detail of the Emperor's Dream, because it was built under my supervision: long before the Great Crusade began, I was in charge of the government affairs of the entire Holy Terra while supervising the construction of the Emperor's Dream."

[A question: Why does it sound like you do everything yourself? 】

[What is he doing? 】

"..."

"Good question."

Malcador laughed.

"When we catch him back, maybe you can help me get an answer."

[What if he runs away again? 】

"Then lock him up! Lock him up! Tie him to the throne with iron chains!"

The Sigillite chewed his teeth.

"As long as I can clean up this mess, I don't care what it looks like!"