Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Dream? ]

[You actually want to ask this, brother? ]

"It's not me, it's our father: he wants to know the answer."

[That's really strange. ]

"What's strange: this is really what our father asked me to ask, Morgan."

[No, I'm just curious that the Emperor would care about such an insignificant matter: in my impression, the Lord of Mankind has never taken other people's ideas seriously, let alone those unrealized fantasies. ]

＃Shepherd Wolf God's chuckle#

"It's normal for you to have this misunderstanding, my dear sister Morgan: you haven't been able to spend more time with our father, which has led to you not knowing him enough and not having enough opportunities to witness his greatness. I'm sad about this, but I won't be angry about your rudeness."

"You just need to remember one thing: Father is always better than you think."

[Really? ]

"Of course: Looking at the entire galaxy, you won't find anyone who knows him better than me."

"Don't question my advice: especially when it comes to our genetic father."

[Okay... I'll try my best. 】

Morgan put his hands behind his back, his blue eyes casually swept over the slightly forced smile of the Wolf God. She shook her head for Horus in her heart: the Spider Queen did not cover up the perfunctory promises at all, and the Wolf God had no way to deal with it.

He didn't even care about the disrespect shown to the Emperor in Morgan's words: it was not intentional disguise, but he really didn't care. Considering that among Horus' close friends, there were famous loyal ministers such as Chagatai Khan, Sanguinius and Mortarion, I'm afraid the Wolf God had heard all kinds of criticisms of the Lord of Mankind in the past days.

God knows how he accurately picked such a few heavyweights as close friends among the 19 Primarchs.

Compared with the trivial matter of [criticizing the Emperor behind his back], Morgan noticed that what Horus cared about more were the other two key points in the topic: he was eager to prove that the Emperor had asked him to do all this, and his words were inevitably too stiff, and the lack of confidence in his chest almost burst out.

In contrast, Horus had to repeat at the end of his words that he had authority on the issue of [the Emperor]. Morgan was no longer surprised by this scene: he often did this in his conversations with Morgan, especially after he reserved the throne of the Warmaster.

The Wolf God had instinctively realized that as the Warmaster, as the actual spokesperson of the Emperor in the post-Emperor era, he always emphasized his close relationship with the Lord of Mankind and emphasized that he was the one chosen by the Emperor. How important it was for him.

This kind of quick success and quick profit, which is called decisive style in the best sense, made the Spider Queen begin to appreciate her brother. She did not rule out working with Horus for a long time in the future, and signed an invisible compromise clause with the Wolf God for this purpose.

This went smoothly.

Horus was not a fool, and neither was Morgan. In the past few hours, after an unprecedented long conversation between the two of them, the Wolf God and the Spider Queen had roughly figured out how they could get along with each other in order to get along well: many concessions and compromises were reached inadvertently.

Morgan was used to giving the dominant position in the conversation to Horus, letting the Wolf God bring up topics that interested him: Horus's doubts and concerns seemed endless, and he always had new questions to ask in a roundabout way. To get peace of mind from Morgan, he would certainly want to be the first to speak.

In turn, Horus also acquiesced to Morgan's absent-mindedness in front of him. The attitude of the Spider Queen was always unpredictable. Her asking price was always like cutting flesh from Horus' heart, but the promises paid for it were just pieces of white clouds that could not be grasped or held firmly. Whenever her iconic smile appeared, no matter how many firm words she said, it was difficult to feel at ease.

Horus knew that Morgan did it on purpose: in the intelligence he collected, the Spider Queen was clearly able to make the most suspicious people let down their guard with a simple smile. The cunning and vicious sister in front of him might have been prepared just for him.

But the Wolf God chose to accept it.

Ever since he heard the long-awaited promise from the Father of Genes, Horus decided that he would always label himself as the Warmaster: some blood brothers should of course maintain the brotherhood of the past, but there are some brothers who have to add a bit of stinky official language to their interactions.

This is what happened to Jonson and Guilliman, and they pushed them out. As the head of Jonson or the Far East group, Morgan naturally did the same: when the Wolf God understood the conversation between him and Morgan as a conversation with the [eight people opposite], whether it was indirect or false, it became a necessary step that could be readily accepted.

He told himself that he had to get used to it, they would have to live like this for many years: and compared to his brothers who were still used to using their simple nature to replace their brains to think, Morgan was at least a calm partner, her mind was always working, even if they held completely different views on a certain matter, they could always talk about it.

What's more...

"I think we are still quite similar."

"On most issues, we can agree: as smart people."

Horus held out his hand to his sister with his palm facing upward, trying to be as gentle and gentlemanly as possible. Although he did not receive a warm response from the Spider Queen, they still had time to reach a final consensus when they walked shoulder to shoulder down the balcony overlooking the entire legion camp and headed towards the flat ground that Morgan had cleared early in the morning to accommodate all the Primarchs.

And answer each other's questions.

[Did you spend the first half of the night just to confirm this one thing: you can meet several brothers with this time. ]

"You are all my brothers: it shouldn't be strange for me to chat with anyone."

Horus just smiled.

"Besides: it's always good for others to see that the two of us get along well."

"That's valuable."

"Does this make you unhappy, Morgan?"

[No, I'm just a little confused. 】

They were half a body length apart. Horus walked in front, walked down the balcony, and passed through a small group of guardsmen. Several Gastalin and Knights of the Round Table followed silently in the distance: Horus's personal guards kept a close eye on their colleagues in silver armor, while the veterans under Morgan seemed to be more at ease.

Horus saw it with his own eyes: Rana, the leader of Morgan's side, was wearing a heavy Terminator armor, but until he brushed the back of a Gastalin and walked away, the elite of the Shepherd Wolf God turned around in surprise and noticed the presence of the Dawnbreaker just now.

The wolf god watched this scene, his face was calm, only one hand slowly clenched into a fist in silence: No one knew what Horus was thinking, maybe he was thinking about those Terran warriors who had won the title of [Moon Wolf] for the 16th Legion, but he was destined to not remember many names, and the few who were not too close to him.

(The title of Moon Wolf was won by the 16th Legion in the battle to recapture the moon before Horus returned. By the end of the Great Crusade, there were actually few Terrans under Horus's command. Although Cruz, as a representative, was capable, he was not valued by Horus.)

"What do you not understand, Morgan?"

[It's better to say that it's pure curiosity. 】

Following Horus's line of sight, Morgan naturally saw the scene just now, but she was not as proud of it as before: after all, Horus was right in front of him, and it was not a special thing to beat Gastalin. Their strength has always been more...abstract.

The Primarch Guard of the Wolf God may be the most unique of all the Primarch Guards: in terms of duties, the duties of the Gastalin as the elite troops of the First Company of the Luna Wolves are greater than those of the Primarch Guard, so compared to being bodyguards beside Horus, they are more accustomed to dying in the most important battlefields.

The Battle of Ullanor that just ended not long ago is a typical case. The Gastalin led by Abaddon himself almost perished together with the elites of the Orc Empire in the two sieges of Goron and Ullanor, and had to draw elites from each company to reproduce: such destruction and reconstruction have been staged many times in the history of Gastalin for more than a hundred years, which also led to their combat effectiveness not being guaranteed.

Even Horus is used to it: he smiled at Morgan, not embarrassed at all by his son's gaffe.

"What are you curious about?"

[You are here to collect the dreams of the brothers on the orders of the Emperor, right? 】

"It's a request, Morgan: it's a request from my father, not an order from the Emperor."

[It doesn't make any difference to me. ]

Morgan muttered quietly.

[I'm just more curious about another point: after the Emperor issued his request, did you give him an answer on the spot? I'm curious about what your dream is now, Horus? Are you interested in telling me a little? ]

"Mine?"

Horus was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and walked in front. Without answering the question immediately, Morgan followed her brother closely, waiting for the answer: she knew that if Horus didn't refuse immediately, he would definitely give an answer.

Authenticity is another matter.

The wolf god did not stop immediately. He led Morgan to the lowland, leaving the imperial guards and the primarchs behind: now, the descendants of the two primarchs stood together, staring at the Emperor's chosen ones, trying to stand closer to the platform.

But Morgan didn't pay attention to these. She was more concerned about Horus' figure: Facing the moonlight, the wolf god was climbing to the highest point step by step. His heavy iron boots stepped on the white stone steps, and every step made a clanging sound, like the sound of a weapon. His eyes rose with the crazy moon in the sky until it reigned at the top of the world. Those stars that were far more powerful than it could only be the most ordinary stars at this time, bowing under its command and becoming the foil of eternal light.

With every step he took, Crazy Moon was one step closer to the great commanding heights, until they both stood at the highest point, until Horus stood at the very bottom of Crazy Moon, with deep haze and misty colors in his eyes, and the bonfires of the entire continent were shrouded in them: stretching out his hand, he could grasp thousands of soldiers with one claw; waving his arm again, countless fluttering legion flags would tremble in the whirlwind, the light on their bodies dim and unclear, sometimes bright, sometimes silent in the endless night.

The moonlight sprinkled on Horus's shoulders. There should be no shadow, but his back looked so wild and powerful at this time. The giant wolf beside his ear dropped every strand of hair on the ground, as if it was alive, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, as if it wanted to swallow Horus's head, and as if it was the second head born by Horus, spying on everything with him.

All this was too illusory. Morgan even suspected that she had hallucinations: and before she could figure it out, she found herself shrouded in the shadow of Horus. When the wolf god turned around, his inexplicable shadow not only swallowed Morgan, but also swallowed everything he could see. Like an emperor, the Imperial Guards, the Dawnbreakers, and the Moon Wolves were all trapped in this unknown darkness, but they had not yet noticed it, or they were used to it.

Even the Imperial Guards were the same: it was impossible for them to be so slow.

"Aren't you coming up, Morgan?"

When the Wolf God smiled and reached out his hand to his sister, the huge shadow suddenly disappeared in an instant. The gray wolf and the vague ferocity disappeared without a trace, leaving only the gentle smile of the Wolf God.

Morgan blinked, wondering if it was her own illusion, but she did not choose to think too much, but chose to believe the reality she saw at this moment: Horus just happened to stand at the bottom of the Crazy Moon, and the shadow under his feet could only cover himself. As for more things besides...

Just remember it.

I don't know if it was because the Wolf God's movements were too large, the huge wolfskin cape was shaken to the ground by him, and it collapsed like a dead dog. Before the Wolf God put it away, Morgan took a special look: after wearing it for decades, despite the careful maintenance, this wolfskin cape that once bared its fangs and claws, like a living thing, has now become shabby. How can it swallow the world in the illusion just now?

But those eyes with a dead air: It really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Morgan blinked and turned her expression back to a timely smile. She walked quickly and came to Horus' side easily. It happened that the wolf god said something strange to her.

"It's harder to walk up than I thought."

Morgan did not respond. She looked forward to the answer Horus would give.

[Now, can you tell me? ]

"My wish?"

"It's actually very simple."

Horus raised his head and looked at the lights of thousands of houses under his feet.

"Look at all this, Morgan, look at everything we have now."

"This is my wish."

He pointed his finger and it was the army of the human empire conquering the universe.

"Our strength."

"Our glory."

"Our legion."

"I am content with what I have: I hope it will remain unchanged forever."

"My father, my sons, my brothers, my cause and my people: I have done my best for them, and they have all become what I dreamed of. The greatest dream of my life has already been realized."

"Now what we need to do is to protect it."

"Forever."

[......]

"How is this answer?"

[Considering your identity...]

"A bit simple?"

[Almost: I imagined you to be more ambitious, Horus. ]

"That's not surprising."

Morgan laughed.

"I imagined you, Morgan, to be more greedy and indifferent, but the facts tell me that this is not the case: then again, since I have already said it, why don't you tell me what your dream is like? I can keep my curiosity."

[Of course. ]

Morgan nodded.

[But before that, I think we need to do another thing first. 】

"What is it?"

Morgan smiled, raised his head, looked at Horus, snapped his fingers, rubbed his fingertips gently, and only a trace of spiritual energy leaked from the fingertips made the powerful Horus frown seriously.

[Of course...]

"Pop!"

The flames ignited, illuminating the faces of everyone sitting around.

They were all primarchs.

The angels and the wolf god sat side by side, the phoenix and the gorgon were rubbing their ears, the Lord of Death and the Crimson King each placed the other in a blind spot where they could not see, and in the other blind spot of the latter, the laughing Fenris Wolf King was placed, Chagatai Khan and Angron nodded to each other, and tolerated each other's existence for the time being, and Jonson occupied the most deserted position in the whole venue, accompanied by Morgan, he sat directly opposite the wolf god.

Whether serious, playful, indifferent, or cynical, the Lord of all mankind and the entire empire ruled over millions of worlds under his command, and the nineteen children he had naturally showed nineteen, or even more, completely different attitudes.

Such characteristics seemed to be born to create divisions and confrontations among them: no matter which Primarch spoke, no matter what ideas he wanted to express, no matter whether the things he discussed concerned the interests of the people, there would always be other brothers who frowned and opposed his views with silence or sneers, and there would also be another group of brothers who smiled kindly and faced the previous group of opponents from a distance.

By then, there will be many people who support the opponents, refute the opponents, choose the side they think is right from a rational point of view, or simply hate a certain brother in a certain party, and the chaotic situation will be like Pour a drop of ink into clear water, and once it starts, there is no way to stop it.

For this reason, when many of the Primarch brothers took off their armor and weapons, left their trusted heirs, sat on the ground in plain clothes around a newly lit bonfire, and crowded around each other, the first one to speak was naturally It was the embarrassment in the air as they looked at each other, and some brothers either avoided seeing each other or gave tit-for-tat glances.

The air was quiet: until the first warrior appeared to break the silence with laughter.

"Are such parties often held?"

Everyone looked up, and Alpharius's face was hidden in the fading shadows, but as the youngest brother, his full curiosity was ready to come out in his words.

"Not much."

The one who answered him was the Wolf Shepherd.

"You're lucky, Alpha: you caught the biggest crowd ever."

"yes."

Horus was about to say something else, but Mortarion's heavy dissatisfaction interrupted him.

"It's also the last time the discussion is likely to produce any real results."

Hydra raised its brows exaggeratedly and looked at Horus' slightly embarrassed face. The Lord of Death's angry breathing echoed among the brothers. Some wanted to persuade him, but after they looked at each other, the one who spoke first was It's Sanguinius.

"Okay, brother."

The archangel's smile was enough to calm any throb in the air.

"You can't expect that every conversation between brothers will achieve something. Sometimes, the conversation itself is the meaning: How long has it been since we sat down to have a drink and talk? Staying in your own regiment will seem lonely. You should understand Such pain."

"I am fulfilling my responsibility!"

The Lord of Death's voice became louder.

"As a brother, isn't it our responsibility to talk to other brothers?"

Phoenix held up a golden cup and said something in Ferus' ear with a smile.

"What's more, no one can say that our conversation is meaningless: our father wanted to know something before he left, about our dreams and expectations: as heirs, we have an obligation to tell him."

"It's like telling him that he can step up and help us get it done."

Mortarion snorted coldly, but his complaint aroused a lot of approval from the original body: Chogolis's sweat nodded imperceptibly, and even Sanguinius' pupils There was a flash of color in Chuuya, but he did not immediately refute Mortarion's words.

"He - of course he can't."

This unique long tone and banter is almost exclusive to the Nostramos: Konrad collapsed beside Corax. He originally wanted to separate the Raven King and Guilliman in a playful way, until Before he formally sat down, Morgan dragged him next to him with a fierce look, and watched him at the same time as Jonson on the other side.

"But others may not."

The Midnight Ghost showed its mouth full of fangs.

"With so many brothers here, there might be someone who can help you realize your dream."

"Unless: you can't speak?"

Conrad looked at Mortarion from a distance without fear, until he realized that the bonfire in front of him was really small: the Midnight Ghost instinctively looked at Morgan, but as the host, the Spider Queen did not want to pay attention to him.

"Conrad has a point."

In the end, Guilliman turned around, took a handful of firewood, and added to the firewood: dry firewood was piled up everywhere, and every Primarch had some near his hand, and he watched the fire grow brighter. After clicking, Macragge looked at each brother belatedly.

"Since it is the emperor's request, let's solve it quickly."

"Who says it first?"

After the words fell, Guilliman's response was only pitiable silence, and a vigilant look hidden in the silence.

"When did you become so concerned with fulfilling the Emperor's orders, Guilliman?"

Fulgrim's casual questioning received countless nods.

"No...I just..."

Guilliman blinked: Then, he also looked at Morgan.

[Lo... Guilliman just hates wasting time. 】

Morgan smiled.

[He is used to finishing things first. 】

"I hate wasting time too."

Sitting on the other side of Fulgrim, Dorn straightened his back.

"Shall I report first?"

"It's a dream, man."

Phoenix held his forehead helplessly.

"No need to [report]: just say what comes to mind."

"That's right, Dorn."

Horus nodded, but his gaze turned to Morgan's side.

"However, I think we need to follow the order of precedence: Brother Guilliman, do you want to be the first to speak?"

"...Alright."

The Macragge only hesitated.

"My dream: My dream is to do my part and protect my land and the people on it, until they can stand proudly without my protection, until someone can take over my mantle. , freeing me from the duties of this birth.”

Guilliman's voice was full of enthusiasm. He could swear to God that everything he said came from his heart. Although he was a little restrained, it was indeed his instinctive reaction: a long time ago, this was his dream. What he said in his mouth was everything his heart longed for.

But some people obviously don't think so.

"liberation?"

Fulgrim again.

"Do you consider your current position and power to be some form of oppression, brother?"

"For my dream, yes."

“I love it, but I also admit that it often makes me feel stressed.”

"If I had the freedom to choose, power is never something I would want."

Guilliman nodded calmly, but was greeted by a few frowns.

Or Fulgrim.

"But it gives you glory and energy and the resources to achieve other goals."

"Glory? Energy? Resources?"

Guilliman was a little surprised.

"Aren't these things you can get by working hard? What does power have to do with it?"

"Besides: after all, glory is not a necessity for personal survival, right?"

【……】

The air seemed to be quite silent again, and Khan's laughter seemed sharp.

"At least we all know that you have been without these necessities since you were a child, Guilliman."

Jaghatai Khan glanced at his brothers with different expressions.

"You have too much, so now you want to let it go."

"That's true."

Guilliman smiled, happy to have a brother who agreed with him.

"I do have too many things. Although they are just very ordinary things, if my dream is used as a standard, then a few acres of fields in an agricultural world are the only necessities I need in this life. Others Everything seems so redundant.”

"besides……"

【That’s it. 】

Guilliman was getting excited, but Morgan, who couldn't stand it anymore, stopped him: the Spider Queen glanced at Konrad, who was enjoying it and seemed to want to urge Guilliman to continue speaking, and then turned towards her Macragge brothers. Smile.

[Allow some time for others to speak. 】

With just one word and a gesture, he suppressed the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, and Morgan immediately looked at Horus.

[Do you need a narrator to help you excerpt, Brother Horus? 】

"No need."

The Shepherd shook his head, and he looked at Guilliman meaningfully: the latter smiled at the Wolf Shepherd awkwardly, then turned around and continued to add firewood to the fire.

"call--"

The wind helped the fire, and everyone felt the temperature due to Guilliman's actions. Horus's smile became more and more obvious: I don't know if it was because of the fire, but the face of the Wolf Shepherd looked a little scary.

"Every word you said, I will never forget."

"So...Dorn?"

Horus turned his head.

"Do you want to speak?"

"certainly."

The Master of the Imperial Fist nodded, and he first looked at Guilliman with disapproval.

"I admit that Guilliman's speech about dreams has its value, but I think the second half of his content is completely wrong: of course we should fulfill our duties, but if we only fulfill our duties in order to one day be able to carry them out If you throw it on the ground, there will definitely be problems when performing your duties, because your heart is simply not firm enough.”

"Choosing perseverance in order to give up is not perseverance at all. A heart looking at the retreat cannot support an eternal line of defense."

Guilliman almost jumped.

"I mean..."

"Okay, brothers."

Before Guilliman spoke, there was no need to even say hello to each other, Horus and Morgan performed their duties: the Spider Queen used her eyes to order Conrad to hold Guilliman down, while Horus leaned forward, He reached out his hand and temporarily blocked Dorn's mouth with a smile.

"Don't fight over this."

"So, Dawn: you want to tell us your dream is..."

"I plan my future career and fulfill my responsibilities."

Dorn was concise and to the point.

"That's...that's all?"

"That's enough."

The tone and gesture of the Master of the Imperial Fist were so unquestionable: Maybe some of the brothers laughed secretly at this, but most of them nodded in agreement.

The most obvious of these is Jonson.

"Donne is right."

The lion's sudden opening attracted countless incredulous looks to him.

"What we have to do is to fulfill our own responsibilities and do our job well. This is far from a dream, it is just an obligation that each of us must fulfill: no matter what changes in the external situation, we should fulfill it well We must do our best to fulfill our responsibilities.”

"Is this also your...dream?"

Horus's smile was a bit strange.

"I think I can report these exact words to my father as an answer, Jonson?"

"You can do whatever you want."

The lion glanced at him.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Don't do it, brother."

Horus waved to Jonson.

"You know: we must have more... autonomy in our future actions."

The Lion King snorted coldly.

"If the autonomy you are talking about is the desire to arbitrarily change the meaning and duties of our existence, then do it: I will not be influenced by you, Horus, but if you cross the line, my Dark Angels and I will do our part, you know what the Emperor has given me."

"Is this a threat?"

There was a chill in Horus' tone, and even the bonfire in front of them seemed to be affected and weakened a little.

"Tell the truth."

Jonson straightened his body and no longer had any interest in confronting Horus.

"I will do my thing, it's up to you what you want to do, and it's up to you how you want to understand this sentence: I will no longer have what happened in the past, whether it was a victory or a setback for me, if you want to know my attitude."

"I don't care, Horus: I will only look at the current situation."

"..."

The Wolf God was silent for a moment.

"That's good."

He laughed.

"I'm glad we have reached a consensus."

"So, who wants to speak next, my dear brothers?"