Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Come here, my brothers."

"Come to me: I have something to say to you."

The moonlight of Ullanor rose slowly with the climax of the victory banquet on the surface. The call of the wolf god covered the cheers of millions of warriors and reached the ears of each of his gene brothers, gathering them all in the most cheerful corner of the whole banquet.

Where he was.

Mortarion, Jaghatai Khan and Dorn were the first to arrive. Before Horus' voice landed, the figures of the three primarchs had already appeared in his sight: they were the least accepting of the cheerful atmosphere of this banquet among all people, so they turned around and left without any nostalgia.

But these three people were also different.

Chagatai Khan did not try to join in any feast or conversation around the bonfire. He chose a high platform made of pure natural rocks for himself, brought a wine glass, sat there and drank by himself, and dismissed his servants, asking them to wash away the fatigue of the previous war in this long-lost party, but he refused to do so.

He kept his pupils and brain clear, so when Horus's voice came, the Khan's footsteps were also the fastest.

Mortarion and Dorn, at least stood at the edge of the party, but they were also alone, just focusing all their attention on the children who were drinking and having fun, and several real sword duels composed of the greatest Astartes warriors, which attracted the attention of the two Primarchs: this was all their entertainment tonight.

But the slight difference is that the Lord of the Imperial Fists stood where his favorite children could see him. When Sigismund and others fought in the name of the Legion and the Primarch, they only needed to turn their heads slightly to see the golden armor of the Gene Father at the most conspicuous height. Dorn smiled at his children, encouraging a fair and wonderful duel, and the Imperial Fists responded with this answer.

And Mortarion almost hid himself in the shadows. He kept a distance of forty-nine steps from his closest children. His warriors fought in solitude and could only vaguely feel that the Primarch was watching them. The Lord of Death frowned for the failure of his children, but he was not frustrated. When there were no more of his warriors by the campfire, Mortarion would turn around and leave without mercy: even if the best Astartes were fighting.

But what's interesting is that when the Warmaster called, Dorn, who was watching Sigismund's battle, left without hesitation. On the contrary, Mortarion, who was watching an ordinary Death Guard, arrogantly waited until the outcome was decided before responding to the call of his most trusted brother.

The three arrived almost at the same time, but there was only silence left for each other. They didn't say anything, just like three stone statues, waiting for Horus: a few minutes later, Horus didn't come, but the new brothers came back.

The combination of Jonson, Guilliman, Angron and Conrad seems to be the most impressive benchmark for the entire human empire in recent years. They stayed together at the banquet, discussing irrelevant topics that they could think of. When other brothers fixed their conversation on the glory of the war and the Great Crusade, these Primarchs connected by the Spider Queen could discuss things from all over the world.

There were serious ones, such as ancient memories of Randan and some unspeakable things, and there were lighter ones, such as the victory or defeat between Jonson and Conrad? From high-level political affairs in the Far East Frontier to the victory or defeat of each heir in the quagmire, from the decoration of the Glory of Macragge to the oldest traditional art on Caliban, for them, all topics were taboo.

Except for Angron, who liked to be silent, the thoughts of several primarchs were irregular. They jumped from one topic to another, but always ended with self-boasting or mutual boasting, until their lips felt a little bored, and the atmosphere between the brothers gradually calmed down.

But it didn't matter. When the four brothers got together, every time there was silence, there would always be a brother who touched his head, rolled his eyes, and then raised his voice.

"Hey: I have an idea!"

Then the topic would continue.

Until the four of them heard the call of Horus.

Morgan's brothers were still laughing and talking. They seemed to lack respect for the wolf god, but they walked to the platform honestly, and then poured the warm atmosphere into the center of the three stones that arrived first, which made Dorn's eyebrows jump and Mortarion hum with dissatisfaction, while Jaghatai Khan just looked at them calmly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Where is Corax?"

The Khan suddenly asked.

"He will wait a while: he is with his cubs."

It was Konrad who answered him.

The Khan nodded, and he seemed to want to say something else, but the noise from the other side interrupted him: Fulgrim and Sanguinius brought back all the elegant arts worth praising in a banquet. From a distance, Phoenix could be heard excitedly discussing the perfect swordsmanship shown by his descendants in every duel, and his voice was mixed with the dull hum of Iron Hand.

Phoenix, Angel, Gorgon, and behind them, Magnus who looked a little worried: Khan could guess that the Prosperidians were most likely to seek help from his two old friends, and he didn't think Phoenix could give a good answer.

But he didn't ask much: the increasingly noisy environment made Khan frown. Fortunately, before the White Scars' patience was exhausted, his last batch of brothers, a group of drunken and smiling brothers, returned to the formation.

Leman Russ, Vulkan, Lorgar and Corax, they may be the only group of brothers who are really addicted to the current banquet, but each of them has different happiness.

Corax, Vulkan and the mortals sat on the ground like brothers, listening to their stories and experiencing the happy times of their childhood. Not far from them, the Wolf King was indulging in wine. He had drunk hundreds of big-bellied men and was very proud of it. He was arm in arm with hundreds of men and women, and howled incomprehensible ballads around the torches.

Lorgar held his scriptures as usual. In these few hours, he had developed hundreds of believers, which was enough to make the Primarch smile, and enough to make the informed Jaghatai Khan shake his head: he had heard rumors about some worlds ruled by the Word Bearers, but he did not choose to believe it.

Because the Khan did not believe that his brother would be so crazy: even Lorgar.

Khan turned his eyes away, avoiding those tiring brothers, but another more important figure also walked into his pupils at this time: no one knew what Alpharius had been doing before, and no one knew when he came, but when the seventeen brothers gathered, Alpharius was already standing in the middle of them.

"Do you like silence too?"

When their visions collided, Khan stared at his brother coldly.

Alpha just smiled.

"I just don't like to be in the spotlight: I think we are the same kind of people, Chagatai."

"I can't afford it."

Khan didn't say anything else, he cryptically avoided the location of the Hydra, and walked from one end of the many Primarchs to the other.

He avoided the mess of Jonson and Conrad: the drunken Midnight Ghost wanted to grab a few golden hairs from his dear Caliban brother as a souvenir, but Jonson suggested that Conrad could cut off his head full of black hair, which would definitely be a more valuable souvenir.

Both sides were trying to use physical means to make the other side accept their bitter words.

The Khan avoided their fight and nodded to Angron, his eyes flashing with appreciation for this Red Sand Brother, and Jaghatai's next step slightly deviated, allowing him to just avoid the Macragge people who seemed to want to talk to him.

He didn't want to get involved in the next round of expansion of the Five Hundred Worlds in the Great Vortex: Holy Terra's patience was almost at its limit, and the Great Vortex itself was not very peaceful recently. The negative effects of the Empire's large-scale gathering of elites in the Crown World Ullanor had already appeared. Many universes in the Great Vortex were now seeking help. Their worlds were threatened by pirates again after many years.

Especially led by Chemos, the home planet of the Emperor's Children: the situation there was the most serious.

But Fulgrim didn't seem to care that much.

The Khan frowned slightly and waded through the thick cloud of incense beside Fulgrim. He nodded to Ferrus with a little admiration. He didn't know how this Gorgon usually endured it. Magnus, who was standing farther away, seemed to want to come up and talk to him, but the archangel just hooked the latter's shoulder, making the Scarlet King turn his attention elsewhere.

Sanguinius smiled at the Khan, as if telling him not to thank him, but the Khan was thinking about something else: whether it was Sanguinius or Fulgrim, they seemed to have concealed something about the issue of Nicaea and deliberately shielded him from the outside.

He didn't think that this would be a private action by these two guys who never liked to cause trouble. There must be someone secretly manipulating it behind the scenes: it seems that the Emperor's patience with Magnus has indeed reached its limit. Something might happen on Nicaea, and he hopes that it will not involve the think tank's plan.

Morgan promised him: But the Khan would not completely believe the Spider Queen's promise.

Jaghatai walked by with a heavy heart. He didn't even say hello to Lorgar. Instead, the drunken Leman Russ and the smiling Far Vulcan made him feel better. Corax even won Jaghatai's smile: their legions had cooperated once, which was one of the few times that made Jaghatai Khan feel that there was something to be desired in this empire.

Corax's evaluation of the White Scars Legion was not so high: the Raven King once muttered to Morgan in private that he thought the Khan's management of his legion was too rough, which led to the behavior of many White Scars companies being out of control.

It is true that those khans and companies who always followed Jaghatai's account still maintained their noble ethics and aesthetics, and were the most pleasing warriors in the entire empire, but some companies that had been away from their primarchs for too long and gradually lost in the galaxy, or were too deeply influenced by people like Horus, quietly changed into another appearance, an appearance that Jaghatai Khan absolutely did not like.

The Khan knew this, but he didn't think it mattered: the men of the steppe would always find their own way, and if they failed...

Then he needs to fulfill his last duty as a father.

Chagatai's pupils darkened.

He stood again and came to a place where the noise was slightly reduced. This place was closest to Morgan's palace, so when the Wolf God and the Spider moved towards their brothers, Chagatai Khan was the first to see them: taking advantage of this short lead time, the Khan carefully watched his two brothers.

It was the first time for him to compare the gap between Horus and Morgan so carefully.

And the result... was not so pleasing.

Khan shook his head.

Although he could not see more of the inner qualities of the two brothers, with just a glance, Chagatai could be sure of one thing: Horus and Morgan might be able to cooperate temporarily, or they might eventually go to opposition, but there was absolutely no possibility of establishing order between them.

The majesty, character and means of the Wolf God were not enough to support him to subdue the Spider Queen: although he certainly wanted to do so, just as he had contacted Guilliman, they were not the ones that Horus could challenge.

I hope his wolf god brothers will realize this in the future.

Khan drank the wine in the cup and took another step closer to the shadow behind him.

In front of him, Horus had come to the crowd. Morgan, as the host of the banquet, stood beside him. The two primarchs raised their glasses to their brothers together: this scene attracted everyone's attention.

"My brothers."

Horus smiled.

"Thank you for responding to my call with such a positive attitude."

"It's just practice."

The deep-rooted rebellion of Mortarion came from the crowd.

"After all, we will often do similar things in the future: right?"

The air was quiet for a moment, but Horus' smile was not affected at all. When he raised the glass again, everyone seemed to see a sun in a trance.

And this [sun], that is, their wolf god, did not choose to continue to go around in circles with his brothers this time. He directly stated his purpose.

"Well, brothers: we will worry about little things like this later."

"I gathered you here just for an order from my father."

"The Emperor?"

Dorn looked up.

"Why doesn't he come to see us in person?"

"So that everyone can speak their mind."

The Wolf God nodded and smiled.

"It's necessary, Dorne."

"After all, what our father wants to know is actually a very private matter."

"What is it?"

Jonson blinked.

"He wants to know..."

The Wolf God paused

"My brothers: when you return to the Great Crusade."

"What will you dream of?"

"What do you want to do?"

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For some reason, I can only update half of this one: originally this was a chapter of 10,000 words, but the second half involves the foreshadowing of future plots, so I have not finished it after deleting and revising it. I can only post the first half first, and I will probably post the second half tomorrow during the day.