Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Contrary to expectations, on this flagship belonging to the Emperor, catching the Emperor himself who was trying to hide, and then tying him up and taking him back to his throne room, the difficulty was much lower than Morgan had initially expected: much lower.

After all, this temporary teammate, Lord Malcador, was too reliable.

In terms of motivation, he was more determined than Guilliman, whose father had died.

In terms of wisdom, he was more cunning and thoughtful than Jonson when he cried poor.

In terms of speed, he was three points faster than Magnus, who fled the battlefield after discovering the ancient artifact.

Not to mention his understanding of the Emperor's Dream itself, and his huge deterrent power to the Imperial Guards along the way with the huge bonus of his rage: far more than the little bastard raised in Morgan's house, who would only hide in the ventilation ducts and crawl around on the Emperor's Halloween, scare the children, and then take the candy they dropped on the ground and feed it to Corax.

This little bastard had been rampant on Morgan's Aurora for several years as an urban legend, until the Emperor's Halloween one year happened to coincide with Morgan's invitation to her brother Vulcan to visit: and the urban legend named Conrad didn't know this.

So, the Fire Dragon Lord and his lieutenants witnessed a rather strange scene.

In the dark corridor where all the lights were turned off to create the atmosphere of the Emperor's Halloween, a pair of dry and pale arms wrapped around Vulcan's shoulders, followed by a figure wrapped in a witch's costume.

This figure treated the unsuspecting Fire Dragon Lord as a pillar to support the ventilation duct, and then hung on it leisurely and looked left and right in the shocked eyes of the Primarch and his lieutenants: until he finally turned his head inadvertently, and then hit Vulcan on the head with his nose.

The shrill screams spread throughout every room of the Aurora, and even woke up the Macragge who was visiting on the same day and had an indirect shock in the pile of documents: Guilliman immediately licked two mouthfuls of toad juice specially provided by the Catachan restaurant to refresh himself, as a poor substitute for his out-of-stock coffee creamer.

After all, the effect was not that good.

On the other side, the capture and interrogation of the urban legend was impressive: although the tied-up Midnight Ghost repeatedly argued that his behavior was just to find some candy so that Corax, who was worried about the reconstruction of the Legion, could have a good mood, he was still greeted by the ruthless suppression from the Spider Queen.

The collection of Technical Sergeant Trazyn was updated that night.

Subsequently, the Emperor's Halloween, which was proposed and named by Conrad himself, was also cancelled, but it was only cancelled on the Aurora. In the Far Eastern Frontier, Nostramo and even the Five Hundred Worlds, this somewhat strange festival was still retained, and by the way, the name of the Emperor became a little strange in these worlds.

The only one who had a good impression of this chaotic black history was probably Vulcan, who was forced to be a background prop: the Lord of Fire Dragons liked the almost free and easy style on the Aurora, and did not care about his passive sacrifice.

In his words: He felt the passionate friendship between blood brothers here.

[As hot as blood. 】

Walking out of her memory, the Spider Queen, who had come to her senses, chuckled. She cleared her mind of distracting thoughts and let the Sigillite take her to another old room: these vulgar places that looked no different from mortal bedrooms were actually common in the core area of ​​the Emperor's Dream, and were common as the Emperor's private lounge.

It was neither luxurious nor magnificent. The only thing worth noting was the long collection of ancient books and various souvenirs: any small object on the rotten wooden table had a terrifyingly deep history, and even the table itself could be traced back to before the Age of Strife, and was the purest Terra antique.

Among these ancient treasures, Morgan quickly found several targets that interested her, but the deep psychic energy surrounding these daily necessities made her stop, and Malcador's movements were too fast: they searched a room every few seconds, and set up a psychic alarm device to prevent the Lord of Humanity from going around in circles with them.

The Sigillite's skillful use of the power of the Warp amazed the Spider Queen. Although it was just the tip of the iceberg, Morgan was sure that even she and Magnus would find it difficult to imitate the Sigillite's ease: especially when entering some private rooms without doors and windows, the competition between the Sigillite and the warning devices left by the Emperor before even made the Spider Queen feel strange.

She felt like a student: Malcador's instinctive reactions and coping skills in his gestures benefited her endlessly.

[How do you know so much about all the institutions set up by the Emperor? ]

"When I met him, you were just project plans on the table in the genetic laboratory."

[……]

But the real treasure came from the 555th room they visited, which was a palace-sized, personal memory gallery of the Emperor. Every photo and painting was a part of the Emperor's past experience: but there was no trace of any of the Primarchs.

Morgan was not surprised.

There are so many warnings here that even Malcador needs a few minutes to ensure his safety. This gives Morgan a good opportunity to wander through these most precious memory fragments: she quickly inspects the paintings and After taking photos, I soon discovered that among these works of art, there was one person whose appearance rate was terrifyingly high.

【who is he? 】

The person who caught the palm print was fully focused, and at that moment when he had no time to pay attention, Morgan directly thrust the photo under his eyes, and Macado gave the answer without thinking.

"That's Orpeson."

[Oh, that’s him. 】

Macado said nothing more, but Morgan had already got the information she wanted. She put the photo back to its original place, and before teleporting away, she firmly remembered the appearance in her mind: with a name and a corresponding face. , as long as Orpeson is really serving here in the Far Eastern Frontier, the Spider Queen can turn him out.

As for what use it will be used for after digging it out, I haven't thought about it yet: it seems that it can be used to bargain with the emperor?

She didn't know how valuable this person was to the Emperor: after all, her father was notoriously heartless, and Morgan never doubted the Emperor's lack of virtue.

Still: his wallet is still good.

The Spider Queen, who had replenished herself with new motivation, enthusiastically devoted herself to the next search and reclamation of mountains and seas. She originally expected that it would take a day or even a few days to find out the Lord of Humanity, but in fact It only took less than two hours

Just when a certain spider queen was taking a break in the corridor and began to cast her restless eyes at the imperial guards standing guard, making the backs of the necks of these golden guards go numb, the palmer who was acting separately from her sent a message. Signal: Malcador successfully blocked the Emperor who was thinking about life in a very secret library.

So fast.

The Lord of Avalon could only regretfully put down the plan that had already formed in his mind, to knock hundreds of Imperial Guards unconscious, tie them up, and make them into bait to catch the Emperor: no man should be immune to his restlessness. My daughter is approaching the glass cabinet at home filled with hundreds of treasured figurines.

What's more, she still has a hammer in her hand.

And the Spider Queen, who was holding endless regrets, had just followed Malcador's guidance and pushed open the door of the library that she had passed by at least three times without being discovered in time, when she saw that her great genetic father was being killed by her. The loyal ministers were blocked in the corner.

One of the Emperor's hands was behind his back, while his other hand was stroking the simulation robot beside him, which was a few heads shorter than him. Facing Malcador's questioning, he could only lower his head.

What a pitiful look...

Wait, why does that simulated robot look so familiar?

Kind of like Perturabo?

The Primarch's surprise was drowned in the heated verbal interaction between the Mingjun and the loyal ministers: Seeing the Master's submissive appearance in front of the Emperor, Morgan felt that he was simply too wronged, and the group of Imperial Guards outside actually felt that his behavior in front of the Emperor Too rebellious?

They really should come and see it.

Compared with the palm holder, she is simply meek and gentle.

Malcador's fist seemed to be automatically positioned on the emperor's nose in the next second.

Of course, the performance of the Lord of Mankind can only be said to be uncompromising: after a period of persuasion by the Mark Palmist, the Emperor finally took his noble steps and slowly left the place where he was thinking about life. , but no matter how angry Malcador behind him was to the point where his veins bulged, the Lord of Mankind had only a simple sentence to explain the reason for his sudden strike.

+I'm thinking about a problem: I just want a quiet space. +

"Can't you inform us?"

+ What I'm afraid of is that you interfere with my purity of thinking like you do now. +

+You really don’t make people worry, my friend. +

"..."

At this moment, the room was eerily silent.

The shock on the face of the Seal Holder made him look a bit like Angron.

And Morgan heard the sound of his inherent impression of Johnson quietly rising.

After saying that, regardless of the evaporating Palmist in anger, the Emperor strode towards the door. The Spider Queen who was guarding there bent her will to her father, but at the moment their figures passed each other. , but the original body spoke softly.

[Is this the secret library you gave Perturabo last time? Father? 】

The emperor was stunned for a moment and nodded.

He seemed to be wondering who Perturabo was.

+He learned some new things here that I wanted him to learn. +

[Including the current "shyness"? 】

+This is a good thing for him. +

+Isn’t it? +

The Lord of Humanity's rhetorical question made the original body remain silent. It was not until Malcador chased after him angrily that Morgan quickly adjusted his thoughts and stuffed some things that he had no time to think about into the memory array, and finally He rushed up quickly.

The distance from this secret library to the throne room was not short. During this period, at least hundreds of Forbidden Army sentries had to be passed, and these lucky ones in the Ten Thousand Husbands were lucky enough to witness a scene that they would never forget.

I saw their great emperor walking in front with a worried face. His face that could not be looked at was now drooped. He did not know what he was thinking in the haze. Although he still looked like he was walking as fast as flying, he gave people an inexplicable feeling of being exhausted. The sense of immediacy of entering old age.

On both sides of him, the inner court officials who were most respected by the imperial guards and the outer court officials who were most feared by the imperial guards gathered in each side, cooperating with each other in a tacit understanding. From the library to the throne room, from the corridors with carved beams and painted buildings to the long aisle covered with red silk, the seal holder never stopped talking. Various questions and details were extracted by him over and over again, torturing the ears of the Lord of Humanity, and the sound could even penetrate the entire corridor.

As for the Spider Queen next to him, she seemed extremely quiet. She rarely spoke, but whenever the seal holder was a little quieter, she would promptly hand over a document or bring up a new topic, making the emperor, who finally seemed to be relieved, tense again: and when Morgan asked questions in person, every word made the face of the Lord of Humanity even gloomier.

A close friend of a powerful minister and a filial daughter of a vassal king, such a blessing made the Emperor's journey shrouded in a terrible low pressure. The golden guards along the way dared not even breathe, and the Emperor's gloomy eyes were enough to cut their armor into pieces.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the three people's pace was amazingly fast, even the imperial guards could hardly catch their figures, and they disappeared at the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye, leaving only the constant questioning still lingering.

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"Have you decided what kind of sanctions you will take against Magnus in the end?"

"And what about Mortarion? What are your plans for him?"

"Which of the three primarchs will be given the responsibility of the capital of the Great Vortex?"

"Where should the direct taxation range of Holy Terra be roughly?"

"What are the plans for the expedition fleets that you directly controlled before?"

"Answer the question, Apocalypse, the high lords in Terra will be waiting in the future..."

[The primarchs are also waiting. 】

【Also, don't forget to rehearse the Warmaster Ceremony on Ullanor in front of us later. We will check it for you: Have you memorized the script we gave you? I think there are still a few places that can be modified, especially about those troublesome guys. 】

"That's right: especially the Terran Guards given to Dorne should be discussed again, and several Primarchs should be compensated to a certain extent..."

【For example, Jonson. 】

＋...＋

＋Can't you solve it yourself? ＋

"Your approval is required."

【Your endorsement. 】

"Your guarantee."

【Your responsibility. 】

"Some things can't be done by us, only you can do it yourself."

【For example, give each Primarch a farewell hug at the Warmaster Ceremony. If you really want to favor Horus, you can just kiss him on the cheek and do it in private. 】

＋I don't want to favor...＋

"I understand, I understand."/【I understand, I understand. 】

"I will squeeze out some time for you and Horus to be alone together."

[How about before the royal reception to welcome you? 】

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＋……＋

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Faintly, the guards seemed to hear the painful wails echoing in the warp: the wails continued all the way to the moment when the Emperor's Dream stopped in the low-Earth orbit of Ullanor, and then quietly stopped.

…

The guards had never seen the Emperor prepare for travel so quickly.