Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Are you serious? Robert? 】

[You stood there and spoke directly to Angron, trying to get him to accept the Marshall Plan you proposed: You even thoughtfully explained what this word meant? What is the historical origin behind it? And what kind of effect will it have? 】

[Did you tell everything? 】

"Aren't I afraid that he won't understand this remote historical term?"

"I also suggested to Angron that he should confirm with Conrad in person."

Guilliman looked up: the Spider-Queen heard the triumph in his voice.

[Conrad? What does it have to do with him? 】

"The allusion to [the Marshall Plan] was originally told to me by Conrad."

"He is so knowledgeable, Morgan: you have educated our brother well."

The Macragge sighed softly: Morgan could hear his sincerity.

"Perhaps the Emperor should hand you the position that Horus once occupied. You have the power to lead the other primarchs: Horus is not bad, but his abilities are evenly distributed in many aspects. , but he is not the outstanding one. At least on this issue, he is definitely not as good as you. It is a pity that we have only realized this now. "

【……】

But it’s okay not to have this kind of sincerity.

The Spider Queen sighed deeply in her heart, her mood was complicated for a moment. She didn't know whether to be happy or grateful: after all, Guilliman's comment was a quite credible boast even for her, let alone saying it. The one who said these words was the Lord of Macragge.

Each letter reveals the glittering golden light of the entire Five Hundred Worlds.

But on the other hand, fortunately, it was the Lord of Macragge who said this: As long as a brother who is close to Horus, or a brother who has always kept his mouth shut, says this, and then When word spread, Morgan couldn't even imagine how the already delicate relationship between her and the Wolf Shepherd would go astray.

This is not a good thing: although Morgan has no reason to fear Horus, the Spider Queen and the Wolf Goddess are destined to be one of the Primarchs who work most closely together in the foreseeable decades. It would be better to leave more room for maneuver between the two of you.

Although Horus can pretend to be open-minded (this is also the advantage that Morgan likes most about him), but who knows what will be accumulated in his heart: maybe every little thing will be taken lightly. How about breaking through the inner pressure limit of the Shepherd God?

When the time comes, Morgan doesn't want Horus to be the first to think of her.

So...

[Don’t say things like this in front of outsiders in the future, Robert. 】

Morgan leaned close to Guilliman's ear.

[After all, one of our brothers has an unpredictable self-esteem. 】

"I know."

The Macragge laughed.

"This is perhaps the biggest flaw of Horus. Bless the Emperor, he values ​​his dignity so much, otherwise our Wolf Shepherd would be too perfect: so perfect that it would even make people feel scared. "

[Do you think he is perfect? 】

This sentence piqued Morgan's interest.

[Why Horus? Instead of Fulgrim or Sanguinius? 】

"It's simple."

Perhaps it was because the two of them finally joined forces to solve the problems thrown by the Emperor. Guilliman was obviously in a good mood at this time. He was willing to talk to his blood relatives and express some of the opinions that had been hidden in his heart for a long time. .

"It goes without saying about Fulgrim. We all know that he is definitely not perfect. He has too many shortcomings: true perfection is to be able to develop together with the people and things around him on his own. Progressive, Phoenix obviously doesn’t have such ability yet.”

[He saved the Emperor's Legion. 】

"Any qualified primarch can lead his own legion and make it prosperous."

【Are you sure? 】

Morgan rolled her eyes and recalled the group of narrators who had just arrived at the gate of the Dawnbreaker camp and reported to her not long ago: the blue-haired Lady Catherine was the most eye-catching, and her pride was enough to scare away the Astartes. , but her ability is worthy of this pride. The music composed by her is definitely the most beautiful sound Morgan has ever heard in his life.

The presence or absence of people like this can indeed affect Fulgrim.

[Our brother declares that he wants to build a perfect royal court. 】

"That's the problem."

Guilliman shook his head, as if he had experienced this before.

“When Fulgrim regards building a strong country as the glory he pursues, rather than as a burden that must be borne, or a difficult challenge that must be faced, it is destined that he will be further and further away from success. "

"No great ruler accepts the highest power in pursuit of a glorious result: when you step onto the throne of power, you should feel the heavy responsibility and the air of walking on thin ice, rather than indulging in The distant future."

[In other words: Do you think Fulgrim’s rule is destined to fail? 】

"I dare not draw any conclusions: but I remain pessimistic about the issue."

Guilliman's eyes wandered casually.

"I hope Phoenix doesn't stumble over what he sees as minor issues."

[You mean: Will Fulgrim suffer setbacks because his eyes are higher than his head? 】

"This conclusion actually applies to the vast majority of our blood brothers, doesn't it?"

The primarch laughed.

"Even Sanguinius: I believe his construction of his domain will not be perfect."

[I believe Sanguinius will also agree with your point of view. 】

The Spider Queen recalled the bitter water the Archangel had poured out in front of her.

[However: we have to admit that Sanguinius may be more imaginative. 】

"How to say?"

[You should know how bad the environment of the world he will rule is, right? 】

"Of course I know: I've been thinking about how I can help him."

[In fact, Sanguinius himself came up with an idea: Robert, if the angel comes to talk to you at the party later, hoping that you can support him with some technologies for building large space stations, I hope you will not refuse. Sanguinius' request. 】

"Large space station..."

Guilliman hesitated.

"Are you serious? Living on a space station can't be any better than living on Baal."

[It’s not the one you think of, it’s the kind of giant star ring that can surround the entire planet, and can even produce a whole set of natural circulation systems inside: We have seen this kind of thing on the home planets of many alien civilizations. If Integrating the technologies collected by each legion, and then turning to the Emperor and Malcador for help, might not necessarily make it a reality. 】

【Say it again. 】

Spider Queen's eyes darkened.

[You know: Blood Angel’s gene seeds are never selective. 】

[Even if it’s a mutant. 】

"..."

Guilliman fell silent.

"Okay: I'll go back tonight to find out if there is any corresponding technology."

【That's up to you. 】

Morgan nodded and quietly crossed out a to-do task in his heart: It was rare that the Archangel took the initiative to speak, hoping that the Spider Queen could do something for him. Even if it was to accumulate some favors between brothers, Morgan would not Mind opening your mouth in front of Guilliman and the others.

Anyway, it's just empty talk, and it doesn't conflict with her actual interests: but the other thing is not necessarily the case.

[Robert: How do you plan to solve the problem with Angron? 】

"question?"

Guilliman was confused.

"What's the problem?"

The question was purely instinctive, but it silenced the Spider Queen.

She did not speak immediately, but looked at the lights not far away: Astartes warriors from various legions were raising a giant bonfire tens of meters high in the open space that the mortal servants had finally cleaned. The gray-white Smoke rises into the sky, and the sound of crackling firewood is mixed with the desire to fight with swords, and the temptation of all kinds of delicious food lingering on the tip of the nose.

In such a beautiful moment: Guilliman shouldn't be beaten, right?

Morgan was a little undecided, but decided to give a warning.

[Robert, my brother. 】

The Spider Queen waved her hand, and the Dawnbreaker guards who had been following them silently took a few steps back. The Ultramarines next to them hesitated slightly, but Guilliman quickly asked them to retreat: As for Ben, who was already there, The Imperial Guards who were supervising from a hundred steps away were simply ignored by the two Primarchs in a tacit understanding.

[Robert, do you know what this so-called Marshall Plan means? 】

"I know."

"And I also ensured that Angron knew what this meant."

Guilliman nodded calmly.

"At best, this is the best support method for a giant economy: the Marshall Plan back then created countless economic miracles in the destination called Europa, allowing them to quickly recover from the war and settle down. Isn’t this the case with Geron’s Red Sand Protectorate? His territory is remote and desolate, and he needs supplies from me, and I am the only one who has the ability to help him.”

"Your Far Eastern border is too far away. As for the neighboring Corax and Vulkan, they do not have this ability for the time being. Terra has no intention of helping Angron at all. If they only rely on themselves, it would be unavoidable. It’s far off: only my Five Hundred Worlds can provide such large-scale assistance.”

【This is true. 】

Morgan nodded: she knew that this was also the reason why Angron hesitated instead of directly asserting his rejection to Guilliman.

[But have you ever thought about it: This plan also has a huge negative effect. 】

"Of course I know."

The Macragge nodded.

"I even took the initiative to explain this so-called negative effect to Angron. This is precisely why I decided to sell the Marshall Plan to him: because compared to the positive effects it can play, the negative effects are The impact is really too small, at least for Angron.”

This time, it was Morgan who couldn't understand what Guilliman was talking about.

[You mean, do you think that Angron’s fiefdom should receive huge amounts of material aid from the Five Hundred Worlds, thereby gradually tying his country and even his legion to Ultramar’s chariot: For our brother Angron For Long, would that be a good thing? 】

"Chariot?"

Guilliman smiled, with a sly arc on the corner of his mouth.

"There's no need to be so extreme, Morgan."

"It's not that bad."

[You'd better convince Angron that it's not that bad. 】

"I explained it to him."

Guilliman spread his hands.

"In fact, I have already thought of all the questions you can think of."

"Yes, I admit: if this material support plan is accepted, then the two parties giving it will naturally gradually be bound together. The one with weaker national power will also be gradually affected by the one with stronger national power. But if we change If you think about it from one perspective, it’s not terrible.”

"Think about it, Morgan: Bringing Angron into the system of the Five Hundred Worlds means bringing him into the system of the entire Far East? After all, the Five Hundred Worlds are part of the Far East. Angron joined me. Nature will join us as our fourth member.”

"At that time, the Three Kingdoms of the Far East will become the Four Kingdoms of the Far East. He does not have to worry about any power being deprived. The three of us are equal now, and adding a new brother will only be equal as before. The so-called The shortcomings of course no longer exist.”

"We won't be like those countries in the Marshall Plan who are scheming and vying for the leadership position for the sake of their own interests: this is the beauty of family politics. Angron can put his ax across my neck at any time. Ensure that he will not be negatively affected by the plan and that he will not become a colony of Five Hundred Worlds."

"Yes, some worlds under Angron's rule may become a relatively downstream part of the entire Far East's economic system, responsible for providing raw materials and manpower, but compared to their current poverty and backwardness, this situation is already much better. More: and our entire Far East model is developing rapidly, and sooner or later the dividends will spread to them.”

"The brotherhood between the four of us can guarantee this and ensure that their interests will not be deliberately ignored: this is the biggest difference between us and those mortal countries. Each of us can represent us. We have a country, and the friendship between us is sincere, so it is safe for our countries to cooperate.”

"There may be disputes, but at least we won't expect the other party to die."

"Even if I take a step back: Even if I really want to gradually bring Angron's territory under the shadow of the Five Hundred Worlds, will you and Conrad just sit back and do nothing? Will the other brothers remain silent? No sound? Doesn’t the World Eater’s war machine work?”

"It was this sentence that finally moved me to Angron, Morgan."

【……】

"That being the case: what's the point of worrying?"

Morgan was silent: she had to admit that Guilliman's idea was very...

Groundbreaking.

[You want to bring Angron into the system we have been operating for decades? 】

"Yes."

"It's just that this alliance will first appear in the form of the Marshall Plan: Angron is of course equal to us, but his territory is destined to suffer some unfair treatment in the initial period. But it won’t be particularly serious. Wasn’t it the same in Conrad’s Nostramo?”

[The relationship between Conrad and me is not comparable to that of Angron. 】

"I know."

[By the way: Did Conrad agree? 】

"Don't forget: Conrad told me this allusion personally. He also played a role in persuading Angron. The two of us are more waiting for your attitude. After all, the three of us are equal collaborators. We don’t care about the minority obeying the majority. The three of us all have the power of veto.”

【This sentence is correct. 】

Morgan snorted: Just like Guilliman said, ever since the three primarchs decided to cooperate with each other for a win-win situation, all their actions have been based on the principle that they must be approved by all, even if it is Kang La Dedu can veto Morgan and Guilliman's ideas.

If it weren't for that: Midnight Ghost wouldn't be doing it with them at all.

And if such cooperation terms were placed in front of Angron...

Morgan hesitated, but after running her for a few times, the Spider Queen always felt that something was wrong.

What's wrong?

#MorganThinking#

That's right: Why is Guilliman so concerned about this kind of thing?

Morgan blinked.

Now that you have grasped the question, it is easy to think of the answer.

She laughed.

[Robert, my Robert. 】

Morgan shook his head. She just gave him a look, and Guilliman knew that his little thoughts had been seen through.

He also laughed.

"That's right, Morgan: I'm also thinking about my five hundred worlds."

[Tell me about it? 】

"It's simple."

Guilliman turned his gaze sideways, as if he felt guilty for his petty thoughts.

"You should know: Angron's territory is actually very uncomfortable for me. It's like putting a hard pillow under a person's back when sleeping. Just putting it there makes me feel uncomfortable. It makes me feel uneasy and uneasy.”

"His fiefdom is like a sharp knife piercing the core area of ​​​​Five Hundred Worlds. Even your far eastern border is not as close to Macragge as Angron. His easternmost border is close to my ruling area. The core, close to my territory in the Maelstrom in the north and northwest, and some vassals further away."

"In other words, Angron can split my realm in half at any time, or bring the war closer to Macragge. His fleet can appear in Macragge after a few weeks of secret warp voyages. Above: This is something none of you can do.”

"So, when I saw Angron's future territory on the star map."

【You just want to hold it in your hands. 】

"...That's right."

"At least: I need peace of mind, I need to include him as an ally, into a system that can make me feel safe, while my northern town and my enclave in the Maelstrom are busy with their own affairs, I don’t want them to have a sharp knife hidden behind them, even if it’s just a possible sharp knife.”

"Therefore, I need to make Angron my trusted friend."

"Even if it means I'm spending so much supplies on his land."

【That’s it. 】

Morgan nodded. She finally understood Guilliman's complete thought logic: there was only one problem left.

[Then why didn’t you start this plan until now? 】

"Because until now, I did not believe that the Emperor was returning to Terra, that the entire Great Crusade would undergo earth-shaking changes, and that I had to think about the future of the Five Hundred Worlds: I had to start thinking independently."

"And this is the first result I came up with after independent thinking."

【……】

【Robert. 】

"Um?"

[You think well, but in the future...]

[You should do something more in line with your professional abilities. 】

"It's so merciless."

Guilliman's smile was a little bitter. He seemed to have expected this.

Moments before the two primarchs returned to their silent trek, whether out of reminder or out of pure emotion, Macragge sighed long and said the last words to his blood relatives in Avalon. Tell the truth.

"I know that the idea I came up with is definitely not a brilliant idea, Morgan, but I will put one hundred and twenty percent enthusiasm into executing it because it is in my interest, because it is what I want for the five hundred worlds. What must be done: The Emperor's departure symbolizes many things, but the most important of them is..."

"The time for unity may have passed."

"We need to think more about ourselves after all, Morgan."

"Maybe you can stop me."

"But you can't stop every heart that's ready to move in the shadows."

"There are nineteen of them."

"Even more: more."