Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 659 Opposition Party (2/2)

Morgan's words silenced the Emperor.

He said nothing more.

It was not that Morgan's words awakened the Emperor, but that He had no time to fight back: because every Primarch present was not a fool. Although they had never expected this to happen, when Horus and Jonson set up their positions, at least half of the Primarchs had already raised their eyebrows.

Some were excited, some were disdainful, but more were at a loss, and hesitated about whether to intervene: after a long while, no one took the initiative to step forward.

At this time, the benefits of keeping a Conrad captive were reflected.

Just when everyone was hesitant, they saw that the Night Lords had secretly protected Guilliman in front of them without knowing when, and accurately grasped the pain point that everyone was still confused about. Conrad leaned over the Macragge man's ear and whispered a few words in a swaggering manner. His movements were so obvious that it was hard not to be noticed by others.

Even Morgan could see clearly: at the beginning, the Macragge man's facial features were almost wrinkled together. He was obviously a little disgusted with Conrad's whisper, and he was still muttering rebuttal words, but then, I don't know what Midnight Haunt added, Guilliman's facial features, after a period of melting, finally turned into a long sigh.

So, the Macragge man took the first step in front of everyone, following the path that Jonson had walked towards the Emperor: the meaning of this action was really obvious, the Primarchs present fell into a long silence, and Horus' pupils were hidden in the haze, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

As for Jonson? He was frowning at Guilliman, as if he was looking at a rusty sword, and the reluctant mentality was clearly written on his face, but Guilliman didn't react to it: after all, the look he gave Jonson was almost the same.

"Guilliman?"

Standing not far away, Sanguinius, who deliberately avoided everyone's gaze, laughed.

"He actually took the lead? And was he persuaded by Conrad?"

"Maybe they reached a deal: or simply have leverage in his hands."

Fulgrim grinned, his eyes jumping between all the brothers.

"What leverage can a Primarch have?"

Faced with Sanguinius's knowing question, Phoenix didn't even bother to turn around.

"He did something bad, and then was caught by the eyes in the shadows."

"After all, that's Guilliman, that's Conrad: Have faith in them."

Phoenix's eyes were fixed on the Lord of Macragge, who only left a back figure: he didn't believe that Guilliman was willing to help Jonson.

Just as Guilliman was about to reach the Emperor, a figure appeared on the empty road on Horus' side: between the smiling Fulgrim and the frowning Sanguinius, a helpless sigh and the sharp eyes that followed, all indicated the arrival of the Steppe Eagle.

Chagatai saw it too clearly, and he didn't want those brothers who still didn't understand or pretended not to understand: the Khan's face was already full of dissatisfaction and resistance, and he swept the Emperor's direction with sharp eyes, but he still stepped out of the formation unswervingly and walked in front of Horus.

The Khan's pace was so fast that Morgan, who was also a Primarch, couldn't catch it. He and Guilliman arrived almost at the same time. When the Khan met the relieved smile on Horus's face, he just nodded silently in response: but he didn't even give the Emperor a glance.

Morgan soon received a look of disapproval from the Khan.

But the real pressure has come to the Lord of Mankind: the Emperor took a deep breath imperceptibly and smiled at his two sons, but compared with the previous smiles to Horus and Jonson, it was really lacking in sincerity. Fortunately, this time, the two people did not care much about the surface.

After all, Guilliman had almost never been alone with the Lord of Mankind. He was very satisfied with the Emperor's smile. In his opinion, this was a goodwill from the superior, which at least showed that this time was not a dangerous road.

And Chagatai Khan...

+ We haven't seen each other for a long time. +

"This is a good thing: more time is spent on meaningful things."

Chagatai Khan's tone was fast and sharp, and he was too lazy to suppress his contemptuous tone: this successfully earned him a shocked look from Guilliman, and compared with the Khan, Guilliman's response to the Emperor was a bit unworthy of his fierce reputation.

"Sorry, father: I'm too busy with the affairs of the Five Hundred Worlds. I can't spare you."

Morgan shook his head repeatedly after hearing this.

What a shame: could you have spoken a little harder?

+I understand. +

The Emperor nodded.

+Because Malcador has been complaining to me about the same thing as you, my Guilliman: He always told me that there are some unsolvable small conflicts between Holy Terra and the Five Hundred Worlds in the Maelstrom area? +

"I'm already thinking of a solution."

"But please forgive me, for the overall interests and stability of the Five Hundred Worlds, there are some issues that I really can't give in, but I am willing to hold a consultation meeting on this: Holy Terra is not the only part of the Human Empire, please also consider the well-being of the people of the Five Hundred Worlds."

+Do you think I've ignored you? +

"I didn't think so: but I had to suppress the voices within Five Hundred Worlds."

+In this case, why not deal with them as soon as possible? +

“For they have done no wrong: I cannot forbid my people to speak their minds.”

+They are hindering the development of the empire. +

"It is not a mistake to fight for your hometown, father: and the main reason why they have resisted so far is because their voices have never been heard, even if their demands are reasonable."

Even the Chagatai Khan next to him couldn't help but look sideways after he said this.

Guilliman's voice was low, and the words in his words sounded very polite, but several people present looked at him with the same look as Khan: everyone heard the Macragge's modest words. Behind the scenes, the unquestionable views and the Emperor's words did not shake Guilliman's firm determination to safeguard the interests of the Five Hundred Worlds.

+ So be it. +

The Emperor did not insist.

+Makado is also in this world: I hope you can solve it as soon as possible. +

"I'll do my best."

After receiving Guilliman's promise, the Lord of Mankind set his sights on the Great Khan again.

"As for Chagatai."

He forced a smile.

"I think the two of us have nothing left to discuss."

"Indeed."

Khan stood up straight.

"But if you insist..."

+ Let’s discuss it some time later, Chagatai. +

"Can."

Khan turned around without any hesitation, preparing to leave gracefully, but Horus standing aside suddenly smiled at him.

"Brother Jaghatai: Do you want to stay and work with me to protect the Emperor?"

"..."

The Khan was silent for a moment.

"For you, Horus."

He nodded.

Then, the Lord of the Ice Blue Sky stood next to Horus: the problem came to Guilliman. He originally thought that he had successfully dealt with the problem and could go back to pretending to be a passerby. At this time, the Lord of Macragge His expression began to become difficult, and he looked at Zhuang Sen's position with great heaviness.

Then he found Zhuang Sen staring at his face more seriously.

#A few seconds of silence#

After a few seconds, the Macragges took action. Guilliman dragged him step by step to Jonson's side, slowly shortening the final distance between the two. : He and Zhuang Sen both clenched their jaws, as if they were standing shoulder to shoulder with a blazing star next to them.

Just by looking at their backs, one can read a torturous article of at least 100,000 words: Both men's heads were raised high, looking at the emperor, looking into the distance, and looking at the imperial guards who were always wary of their noses and faces. , just unwilling to look at the person next to him.

But no one paid attention to the interaction between the closest siblings. After Guilliman and Jaghatai Khan made a less successful start, the Primarchs finally recognized the reality: it was time to fight for Jonson and Holland. A small compromise in the meaningless brotherly rivalry between Ruth.

Therefore, Sanguinius chose to set off in the same batch as Corax, because he noticed that this big crow was probably the most innocent one among all the people present: the Lord of Redemption had not yet fully understood what was going on. After Guilliman left, Conrad jumped behind him and was pushed forward without any explanation.

Looking at the end of the road, the calls of Morgan and Guilliman, and looking at the smiling midnight ghost behind him, Corax naturally had no reason to reject these closest brothers. He reluctantly walked to Jonson, along the way He and the archangel just nodded in a friendly manner.

Sanguinius was pleased with this, especially when he and Corax stood before the Emperor: just as he thought, the Lord of Mankind had his full attention on the Raven King. The conversation between the father and son was as boring as a real father-son conversation.

But when there was a smiling archangel standing beside them, the boring chatting about homely matters became holy. After the Lord of Mankind patted Corax's shoulder intimately and promised a private interview, he His eyes glanced at the archangel: Sanguinius nodded quickly to his genetic father, and then their eyes separated as if they were fleeing.

This was the entire conversation between the Archangel and the Emperor: but in the eyes of outsiders shrouded in the infinite glory of Sanguinius, this was just a telepathic connection between father and son, a passionate affection that did not need to be conveyed in words.

As for the Wolf God, he seemed to be envious of this matter, but he still maintained his posture and welcomed Sanguinius to his half of the team. As for Zhuangson, there were some minor disturbances.

Seeing Corax standing next to him, Guilliman immediately moved up and tried to stay away from Jonson, but he soon realized that this seemed inappropriate, so after thinking for a moment, the Macragge He really came up with a very good idea: he looked back at Morgan, measured the just right distance, and then opened a gap with Zhuangson.

Through this gap, everyone could see Morgan standing next to Johnson.

"Exquisite: It's hard to imagine that this could have been something that came from Guilliman's mind."

Fulgrim smiled contemptuously, and then followed Angron's steps: the King of Red Sand blatantly smashed the axe blade to the ground, and then walked to the front of the Emperor like a whirlwind. Under the nervous gaze of the guards, he stared at his gene father for a few seconds, then turned his head and walked towards Jonson, without saying a word.

The Emperor's eyes were always following Angron, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

This was exactly what Fulgrim wanted. Angron left early, leaving just enough time for a brief personal performance: Phoenix made the official words between him and the Emperor as beautiful as poetry. After making sure that he got the most attention, he strolled to the side of the wolf god.

"Don't count on Ferrus."

Passing in front of Horus, Fulgrim reported in a low voice.

"Thank you."

The Wolf God's smile remained unchanged, but his expression towards the Primarchs became dim: because Conrad on the other side was still jumping up and down and pushing the situation out of control. When he saw him skillfully hooking Leman Russ and [Perturabo]'s shoulders, Horus's face still couldn't help but crack for a moment.

Russ? Perturabo?

Why... on what basis?

Under the calm surface of the Wolf God, a storm of self-doubt was ready to go, and he almost ignored the next few combinations.

Dorn and Perturabo? Who would be surprised by their tit-for-tat? Even without Conrad's provocation, when the Lord of the Imperial Fist stood up with an impatient look on his face and walked in front of the Emperor to salute him, the Iron Tyrant naturally followed: he did not notice that the Emperor's eyes were full of vigilance, circling back and forth on his mechanical body.

After them, another classic pair was pushed out by Conrad. Magnus was originally looking at the Lord of Death who was advancing towards Horus like a warrior, and was thinking about the Nicaea Conference in the near future: this made him not notice a certain midnight ghost who quietly slipped behind him.

The technique of lurking around psychics was nothing new to Conrad.

As it should be, when no one wanted to remind him, the Prospero who was wandering in the sky was easily knocked to the center of the road by Conrad: and when Magnus came back to his senses, he felt the contemptuous look of Mortarion as soon as he looked up.

"Even if everyone is gathered together, you can't concentrate your noble attention, great wizard?"

The Lord of Death's contemptuous laughter made Magnus instantly forget to turn around and see who was plotting against him: in his opinion, there was nothing more important than fighting against this pathetic and stupid brother in front of him.

"I was just temporarily lost in the vastness of the ocean of knowledge."

"It used to happen often."

Magnus stood up and easily covered the fully armed Mortarion with his shadow, but this made the Lord of Death even more excited: looking up at his brother who was as tall as a monster, Mortarion felt the intimacy on Barbarus.

Victory will still be his, just like on Barbarus: Malcador had already found him, and he and the Emperor promised Magnus's failure on Nikaea, and he would be the one to ring the death knell for the Scarlet King.

The Lord of Death muttered in his heart.

He laughed, and his unwavering voice formed a very obvious contrast with his dry and thin body, which was unforgettable.

"I hope your dying struggle will work, and I am not afraid of your preparations. My poor brother Magnus, prepare with all your strength, use everything you are proud of: only in this way, when I knock you to the ground, you will understand how pathetic these witchcrafts you have always relied on are."

"You will thank me."

The Lord of Death said it seriously: because this is what he really meant.

In a sense, he and Magnus are actually the same kind of people, and even the motivation for tit-for-tat is exactly the same: they do not hate each other, but simply despise each other. Mortarion and Magnus's feud is far less than that between him and Morgan, but his view of Magnus is much more pessimistic than that of Morgan.

Morgan is just bad.

And Magnus is stupid.

Mortarion hates stupidity.

So, he will destroy it with his own hands.

"Soon, Magnus: I will destroy your bad influence myself."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

The natural arrogance on the face of the Prospero was unbearable. He casually opened his arms and his voice was unimaginably confident.

"I never deliberately exert my influence on others. It has always been the outside world that actively focuses on me."

"I didn't know you were so conceited?"

"Conceited?"

The corners of Magnus' mouth twitched, and he felt that the word was filthy on his teeth.

"This is the truth, Mortarion: it's not my fault that the outside world is attracted to me."

"Because this is my excellence, Fulgrim and his warriors still pursue perfection: but I am the embodiment of perfection!"

(Magnus really said this in the original book, to Ahriman.)

"..."

Mortarion was stunned.

Then he laughed.

The laughter of the Lord of Death made Magnus frown in dissatisfaction. He disdained to argue with such a rough man, so he turned around and quickened his pace as if avoiding the plague, and came to the Emperor first: Mortarion, who witnessed all this, was not in a hurry. He weighed his every step like a warrior and laughed at Magnus's bookishness.

+…+

The long silence came from the Lord of Humanity who stood at the best viewing angle and was forced to witness all the confrontations above: when Magnus and Mortarion came to their gene father one after another, the Emperor's eyes quietly turned to Morgan's position.

Even this cheap daughter who was obviously going to go against him today, now seemed a lot more pleasing to the eye: but what really concerned the Emperor was the number of Primarchs next to Jonson, or more precisely in front of Morgan, who were almost equal to Horus's side.

Although the Emperor knew long ago that his daughter was forming cliques under the surface, the Lord of Mankind at that time paid no attention to Malcador's warning: the Primarchs' cliques had been around for a long time, and it was no big deal for Morgan to win over a few close brothers to support each other or advance and retreat together on certain issues.

It was nothing more than a small Horus.

This optimistic idea that was almost unique to the Emperor continued until just now: until Morgan actually showed the Emperor how many people she could bring.

After pairs of Primarchs came to the Emperor in a clear distinction and stood beside the brothers he supported, in just a moment, only six Primarchs were still waiting: Conrad's position was no longer necessary to say, and even Leman Russ had already shaken his head helplessly, and was walking towards the Emperor with his arm around Vulkan, who was slightly bent over.

Halfway through the journey, the Wolf King did not forget to give a thumbs-up to Jonson in an exaggerated manner: the lion's face showed a strange change, but he finally said nothing. After all, even a guy like Jonson now realized what they were doing.

Turning his head, Jonson rarely slacked off from his duties and carefully observed his brother standing on his side: the cold eyebrows of the Caliban people melted for a moment, but soon forced himself to return to normal.

In this back and forth, Leman Russ and Vulkan had arrived at the same time. Their conversation with the Emperor was simple and polite: the Wolf King seemed to regard the Emperor as a simple lord from the beginning, while Vulkan looked like he was worried.

+ What's wrong, Vulkan? +

The Emperor patted the fire dragon on the shoulder.

+ You can tell me. +

"I... I can't say it here, father."

+ I understand. +

The Lord of Mankind nodded, and let his two sons walk to the left and right. His two arms actually kept their balance again.

No, that's not right: after all, there is a Morgan behind Zhuangsen.

Looking at the opposite side again: except for the bright Conrad and Alpharius who publicly announced that he would be Horus, the remaining Ferrus and Lorgar didn't seem to care about such things.

After all, they didn't have anything to do with either side...

No!

Did he ask Morgan to help him solve the Perfect City issue?

+... +

[Don't worry, I didn't ask Lorgar about this matter. ]

The Emperor was still thinking deeply, and Morgan's inner voice came faintly.

[Don't stare at Lorgar anymore, it's too obvious to do so: since the incident in the Perfect City, your eyes have never stayed on Lorgar for more than five seconds at a time. ]

+ It's just unnecessary. +

Morgan's slightly resentful words made the Emperor pause for a moment. He resolutely bypassed the topic related to the Great Speaker and turned his attention to the other people: As for Lorgar? Seeing him chanting with his eyes closed, he must have no interest in these mundane things.

He was even too lazy to look at the last pair of Konrad and Alpharius who were walking together: these two smiling primarchs used smiles instead of words all the way.

——————

"I thought you would choose Jonson?"

"I thought you wouldn't choose Jonson?"

"I saw it: you should have chosen Jonson's side."

"I also [saw] it: you had a bad relationship with Jonson."

"..."

"Do you think the future has really changed?"

"That's not something we should worry about, or have the ability to worry about, Conrad."

"We are creatures in the shadows, so don't even think about deciding things under the sun."

"Compared to that, I have another thing worthy of your concern."

"What is it?"

——————

[How likely do you think Ferrus will vote for Horus? ]

When the Night Lords bowed happily in front of the Emperor and was about to kiss the Lord of Mankind's fingernails with their sharp teeth, his eldest sister was asking the Emperor with an almost suppressed laugh in a channel that only two people could hear.

Morgan didn't even need to turn around to look at Horus's expression, because the Emperor's was already exciting enough: of all the nineteen Primarchs present, excluding Ferrus and Lorgar, who were determined to live in seclusion, the rest were tied eight to eight between Horus and Jonson.

Morgan didn't even count himself, but it didn't matter anymore: no matter who would be the Warmaster between Jonson and Horus, the pressure brought by this position was not ordinary. Even if the Wolf God got what he wanted in the end, could he ignore the eight people on Jonson's side?

+Is this what you want? +

Under the Emperor's calm words, there was a hint of anger that made Morgan's neck cold.

+Make the Warmaster a joke? +

[Because the Warmaster is a big joke, father. ]

Morgan smiled.

[Give me the simplest example. ]

[You set up the Warmaster so that after you leave the Great Crusade, there will be a guy who can make everyone worship to replace you: I won't mention the magical operation that we are obviously a military empire, but you, as the supreme leader, want to give up the military power in turn. Here, I just want to ask you a question. ]

[The Warmaster who aims to be loved by everyone: But among the Primarchs, how many people support the establishment of this position? Then they don't support the establishment of this position, how can they love the person in the position? ]

[Don't think I can get eight votes, don't think Horus can hold the remaining eight votes with his personal ability: but how many of these sixteen brothers really want to elect a Warmaster? At least among the eight on my side, there are none. ]

The Emperor was silent for a long time.

+So, what are you doing this to tell me? +

[Don't tell me anything. ]

[I just want to piss you off. ]

Morgan almost laughed out loud.

+? +

[Ullanor has been fought, the Warmaster's ceremony has been laid out, and the Primarchs who have never reunited are now in front of us: Even if I say something fancy, what's the use, aren't you still stubborn and insisting on doing this? I can only scold you here to vent my anger. ]

[It can also be regarded as empathy for Malcador. ]

+...+

[By the way, I'll show off my future coordination work for the Warmaster in front of you, and my potential destructive ability: Anyway, you are going back, if you want to get some benefits, this is probably the last chance, right? 】

It was as if Morgan had just thought of this sentence.

And the Emperor responded with silence.

Now, let alone the calmness on the surface, the pressure and self-doubt in his heart have become what kind of wolf shepherd god.

Even the Lord of Mankind was a little bit overwhelmed.

He spoke carefully, and his voice echoed in the private channel between father and daughter.

+ How did you win over Magnus... +

No, considering the relationship between Magnus and Morgan, it seems that Morgan can win him over with just one sentence.

The Emperor shook his head.

+ Tell me, Leman... +

Wait: Although Leman Russ and Morgan don’t have a deep relationship, they have fought through the gates of hell together, not to mention the friendship between Russ and Jonson, which he has heard of on Terra.

Russ is not surprising.

The Emperor shook his head again.

+ How did Perturabo... +

Needless to say: In his impression, Perturabo seems to have only Morgan as a close friend.

Although it sounds incredible to let the Lord of Steel put aside his pride and support Jonson, the more incredible thing is that he has made arrangements for Morgan: Isn’t this cheap daughter still jumping around here to make trouble for him?

So who else?

The Emperor’s brows gradually frowned, and he vaguely realized that this matter was not simple.

Corax?

The relationship between him and Horus was so bad that the Wolf God specifically complained to him.

Conrad?

He never considered this kid: just think of it as a green plant project called [Primarch], and directly grafted this No. 8 sapling onto Morgan.

Angron?

He hasn’t grown a second head yet: and relying on only one head doesn’t seem to be able to appease Angron’s opinion of him.

Guilliman?

Hmm...

+ What means did you use to win Guilliman over to your side? +

[Didn’t your subordinates on Terra tell you the story about the three-headed monster in the Far East? It doesn't seem strange that Guilliman and I stand together, right? 】

+ But he's the vanguard this time: this is very strange. +

[It's very strange: before I said it would be good for Macragge, he didn't seem very enthusiastic. 】

Morgan tilted her head, and she caught the figure of Horus from the corner of her eye. When Sanguinius was accompanying the wolf god, the Phoenix Lord stood up and called on the best artists and recorders on Ullanor: the presence of the Emperor and the Primarchs was enough to make the works of mortals become myths that would be passed down for thousands of years.

[Like I told you, father. 】

The Primarch laughed, and her eyes swept over the increasingly restless blood brothers.

[The reason why people like us can get together is partly because of the friendship in the past, and partly for our own benefit: if we really talk about ambition, it's just a joke. After all, even Jonson has let it go, right? 】

[But even so, the compensation we deserve should still be obtained. 】

+ So that's it. +

The Emperor nodded, his eyes sweeping over every Primarch present.

+Were you pushed out by them again? +

[It's just that I have the biggest appetite. ]

[No way, who told me to take care of so many old and young at home? I don't have a good father like Guilliman. ]

[My poor father: he died early...]

+...+

+ Tell me: the conditions. +

[Ah, it's very simple, true father. ]

The Spider Queen stretched out a finger, and in the dimensional space that only she and the Emperor could see, the figures of Horus and the Primarchs were casually kneaded by Morgan, and placed in front of her genetic father.

[In the final analysis, we can accept Warmaster Horus. This point was confirmed by a few of us in private through letters before my ship arrived in Ullanor: we are willing to respect Warmaster Horus. ]

[But the premise for doing so is: Warmaster Horus is also willing to respect us. ]

+ Where to start. +

The Emperor's voice sounded with a hint of amusement.

+ Respect? You are throwing out a topic that cannot be measured by material things. +

[I know. ]

[But we can take it slowly. ]

The Primarch stretched out five fingers, and then slowly but firmly clenched them into a fist.

[As for the first step: it is not from my personal will, but the collective idea of ​​us. 】

＋What do you want? ＋

【We want everything from the Great Crusade to remain the same, we want your return to change nothing, we want freedom and respect, as always: just as before. 】

【In other words. 】

【We want Warmaster Horus to remain one of us, a brother with whom we can consult, not a new emperor who can command our legions with orders and letters. 】

＋You know, he is not. ＋

【I know, it doesn't matter. 】

【You know, it matters. 】