Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 658 Opposition Party (1/2)

To be fair, Morgan has never been the kind of person who enjoys watching the fun and abandons long-term interests for a moment of amusement: she is just simple but coincidental, and likes to disobey her wise and powerful gene father.

Especially in public.

And the reason is just to protect the interests of herself and her small group: Morgan has personally experienced the unfathomable bottom line of the Lord of Mankind. She knows that if some conditions that were originally only negotiated in private are not put on the table in a timely manner, then the Emperor will definitely not mind playing crazy and shamelessly refusing to agree on the existing agreement.

For example, when the Lord of Mankind decided to establish the Warmaster, he promised Morgan in private that he would give her the power to act independently of the Warmaster's rule and act at her own convenience: in the decades of cooperation that followed, this power was used as a mortgage reward and promised to several Primarchs close to Morgan.

Although they still knew nothing, Morgan did not want the fruits of her hard work to be overturned by the Emperor: [challenging] the Emperor and Horus in public was an unquestionable option.

Anyway, she had long seen through that the Emperor and Primarchs like her were just hunters and hounds in daily life: as long as the hounds could still bring back prey, even if they did some bad things like destroying the house in daily life, such as embarrassing the Emperor in public, the Lord of Mankind would not do anything to her.

Which Primarch has not been impulsive?

Why should she be a saint?

And Horus is even less to be feared.

In a sense, the Wolf God and Morgan are of the same kind, so the Spider Queen is very clear about Horus's weaknesses: this [Sagittarius] who is used to pleasing almost every blood brother to show his status as the boss has no ability and courage to confront her in public.

On the contrary: the Wolf God had to take the opportunity to show his open-mindedness. In front of the Emperor and all his brothers, after Morgan slightly stung his skin with words, Horus was not angry, but quickly smiled after coming to his senses.

As for the remnant of anger in his pupils, perhaps only Morgan could see it.

But she didn't need to pay attention to it. The Wolf God had not yet threatened her. The Spider Queen only needed to stand quietly beside the Emperor, savoring the dissatisfaction in the Emperor's heart, and smilingly listening to how Horus, who was trying to maintain his composure, took the initiative to help her complete the next word work.

Unimaginable pleasure struggled in the heart of the Spider Queen. Although it would be ruthlessly burned by the Emperor's Holy Flame that was very close the moment it emerged, this was exactly why Morgan dared to enjoy it here.

The Emperor's wool, don't pull it for nothing.

"Morgan is right, father."

The speed at which the Wolf God adjusted his mentality was much faster than the Spider Queen expected. After hearing Morgan's words, he stopped in an instant, and a trace of haze flashed across his face, but he quickly hid it: if there were no dissatisfaction in the corners of his eyes, Morgan might really believe the open-mindedness of this Cthonia brother in the rumors.

Of course, open-mindedness may be true: only when it does not concern the Emperor.

Then, in front of everyone, Horus bowed slightly to the Emperor. There was no dissatisfaction in his tone. His sincere and humble appearance made the Lord of Mankind nod with relief. Even when he looked at Morgan, the Wolf God could straighten his lips and nodded to Morgan with a firm face, as if to thank the Spider Queen for reminding him in time.

Morgan nodded coldly, and by the way, he quietly raised his threat assessment of Horus in his heart by a level.

She watched Horus turn around with a determined look, looking at every gene brother present, and spread his arms, cleverly transforming his frustration a moment ago into a confident ambition at the moment: Horus' voice was loud and long, as if he had come up with the idea.

"Brothers, I thank you for your silent recognition of me: but this time, I absolutely cannot monopolize the throne of [the first], because the Battle of Ullanor is a great miracle in which each of us participated. It was the unity of all brothers that crushed the Orc Empire, not the heroism of any individual."

"Perhaps someone will attribute the first credit for the fall of the Orc Empire to me and my legion. I am grateful for this trust, but I dare not take it all for myself: although the Shadow Moon Wolves did make a huge sacrifice, we all know that I am not the only victim. There is also a brother and his legion. Their figures may be unknown, but their achievements in Ullanor are destined to last forever!"

After speaking, Horus walked quickly towards the wild gold in the crowd. The primarchs were either immersed in his simple speech just now, or raised their eyebrows to watch the changes at this time. They tacitly made way for a passage, and a moment later, the wolf god stood in front of the lion.

"Jonson, my brother."

The wolf god's tone was gentle, but even the bystanders standing at the farthest distance could hear it clearly. He first spread his arms, as if he wanted to hug Jonson, but the Caliban people were always cold and ruthless, so that this plan failed: Horus could only pat Jonson's shoulder with one hand and point the other hand in the direction of the Emperor and Morgan.

"Come with me: heroic sacrifice deserves to be appreciated."

Jonson did not speak. Although he stood like a statue, Morgan, who knew him well, could still sense some of the lion's movements even from a distance: In fact, before Horus approached, Jonson's senses were already searching around him, looking for a blood brother who could help him, or at least give him some advice.

The lion was more surprised than he seemed calm on the surface: after all, Horus's personality charm was unquestionable, and he did have a sincere friendship with all his brothers. When these two were mixed together, even a person like Jonson would find it difficult to resist the invitation of the Wolf God from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that he needed help.

Unfortunately, Morgan was out of reach, Guilliman was not trustworthy, and Leman Russ and Corax were not capable of this: as for Conrad, the only one who could be counted on, he had quietly left at some point and was now watching with relish a few meters away.

Jonson was silent.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his restrained breath made the air around him solidify, attracting everyone's attention: but Horus' smile was not affected at all, and his enthusiasm seemed to never go out. After a moment, even the lion had to compromise.

"This is just our responsibility."

Before taking a step, the lion still refuted rather strongly.

"A warrior fulfills his responsibility: it is an honor in itself, and there is no need to add to it."

"But it's more than that."

Horus added quickly.

"We all know how much effort and hard work the Dark Angels have put in on various invisible fronts over the years. Maybe the Empire is destined to not give you all the rewards, but at least this time, we should make up for it: the Galaxy has not given the Dark Angels the honor they deserve."

"I'm glad you think so."

Horus's last sentence reminded Jonson of something, and a smile appeared on the lion's face. He reversed his previous attitude and happily accepted Horus' invitation. The two primarchs came to the Emperor shoulder to shoulder like the closest brothers.

+ Ullanor's chief contributor. +

The Lord of Mankind nodded, his voice firmer than his stern face.

+ Horus, my wolf shepherd, and Jonson, my beast hunter: Ullanor's greatest merit belongs to your legion. +

Horus and Jonson stood shoulder to shoulder, each standing on the left and right of the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind patted their shoulders and praised them equally.

And the Primarchs witnessed this scene: the smartest people have understood everything.

"So, he chose the two of them?"

The air echoed with the Lord of Death's ever-indignant whisper.

"It's not unbearable..."

"At least they are qualified."

The Wolf King responded from the side. Like his brothers, he was looking at the two people in front of the Emperor with complicated eyes.

It should be so, isn't it?

The whispers in his heart could not reach the Emperor. The only voices the Lord of Mankind could hear were the voices of his two sons: two men he had chosen [personally] to represent all the Primarchs and the entire Great Crusade.

"All for you, Father."

"Just another necessary victory."

The Primarchs' voices rang out at the same time.

+ I can promise you here that you will all receive the honor you deserve.

The Emperor smiled.

+ Maybe great. +

This sentence was given to Horus.

+ Or perhaps transcendent. +

And this sentence was for Jonson.

+ But honor is honor, it is like victory and sacrifice: every victory is glorious, every sacrifice is great, there is no difference between big and small, and no one is necessary. +

The next sentence was low in pitch.

+You all have the ability to be called the first among my descendants. This will not change because of a loss of honor, nor because of the gain or loss of a certain position. It must be ranked in order of superiority and inferiority: I will give the most suitable honor to the most suitable person. Promise me not to shake the nobleness in your heart for this. +

+I am proud of your nobleness: because this is the only miracle I cannot control. +

After saying this, before the two gene primarchs expressed anything, the Emperor patted the shoulders of the descendants one by one.

First, Horus.

"My most trusted."

Then, Jonson.

"My most loyal."

+I think I can look forward to your determination as always: just like I have done in the past century, right? +

The words fell lightly, but they were heavier than the golden lock. Both Primarchs bowed their heads humbly. Their pupils were filled with emotions that Morgan could not detect. But no matter what Horus and Jonson were thinking, when the Emperor said this, when the Lord of Mankind added a hint of earnestness to his voice, the response of any Primarch, even people like Jaghatai Khan or Angron, could only be the same sentence.

"I will guarantee this with my life and soul, father!"

"If I violate it: let everything I have be torn to pieces by this galaxy!"

Horus' voice was very low, as if he was afraid of scaring his father, but the firmness in his tone was enough to move Dorn: Morgan silently watched Horus' pupils, she saw too many things in them, so much that she began to doubt the reasoning she had believed in for a long time.

Such a person: Is there really a slight possibility of betraying the Emperor?

Morgan couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have time to analyze it properly, because although Zhuangsen's reaction was a little slower than Horus, his steady attitude was more sincere: if this guarantee was not so short that it was suspicious.

"I will, father."

The lion nodded, as if everything between him and the Emperor was just this.

Enough.

+ No need to guarantee. +

The Emperor withdrew his palm, and there was a rare touch of warmth in his voice.

+ Because I have never doubted: My biggest worry is just your comfort and thoughts after I return. +

After that, the Lord of Mankind did not intend to give these two sons another chance to show their loyalty: Horus obviously wanted to do so.

+No need to say it here, I will find time to talk to you alone: ​​now, let your brothers take over the stage. +

"Your will, father."

Horus laughed, and his reaction speed was obviously faster than that of Jonson next to him: the wolf god's smile was also facing the lion. It seemed that he wanted to invite Jonson to go with him, but the Caliban people who were slow to realize it only caught the movement in Morgan's pupils with the corner of their eyes.

When Jonson looked over, Morgan's eyes drifted in the opposite direction of Horus.

Jonson understood: although he didn't understand why he had to do this.

But after a long period of clear division of labor, Jonson chose to unconditionally believe in the judgment given to him by Morgan on this issue, and soon used his own means to complete the hint Morgan had just sent out: he nodded to Horus in response, and then came to the right hand side of the Emperor, leaning on his sword, standing there like a guard.

Seeing this scene, Horus had to stay on the left side of the Emperor. He was happy about it, but such a scene made the Lord of Humanity's eyelids jump: the Emperor had realized what would happen next.

And Horus soon realized it: but he seemed to be unable to do anything more except that his face changed slightly and his pupils floated back and forth in the haze.

Unlike the Emperor: at least he could question Morgan in the private channel.

+ This is what you want. +

There is not even a question mark in this sentence, and the Spider Queen was too lazy to put on her mask.

[As an emperor, you should always listen to the thoughts of all your ministers, right? ]

+ Didn't I listen to you: you represent them, there is no doubt about that. +

[If you don't let them come to you one by one to confirm, how can you be sure that I represent them, and there is no doubt about it? ]

After speaking, without waiting for the Emperor to respond, Morgan's eyes drifted away.

And what was waiting for her was the brilliant smile of the Midnight Ghost indicating that everything was ready.

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