Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"So, we, who have so many things to do, have actually dedicated almost half a Terran standard hour to discussing my issues with you: and do you just want to have peace of mind?"

[To be exact, we discussed it for a total of thirty-five minutes. 】

"It's so flattering."

An unimaginable complex emotion froze for a moment on the cruel face of the Lord of Steel: Morgan couldn't tell whether what she saw was pride, anger, or for Perturabo's heart, It is almost impossible for pathos or pathos to emerge from it.

No matter what it is, one fact is undeniable: when Perturabo learned from Morgan what a huge chain reaction his casual bold words caused among the powerful seal holders. , the face of the Primarch of the Iron Warriors only became complicated in less than a second.

Then, a heroic smile with a hint of pleasure took over his face, which had been honed with swords and axes.

He's happy: it's obvious.

After all, whether it was fear or hostility, the Lord of Steel had never received such attention from the Sealmaster and Terra before. He had shed the blood of a hundred thousand Iron Warriors, but he could not get it from him. I got a look from Tyra, and now, it was just a private rant...

Perturabo's deathly stiff pupils trembled, perhaps for the first time in his life, there was a hint of cunning, and the corners of his mouth, which were often as straight as a wire lock inside a battleship, also raised an eye-catching smile. Arc of Fear: The muttering echoed in the Spider Queen's ears, causing Morgan to prick up his ears unnaturally.

"I have been misled for so long."

Perturabo was smiling, the joy of sudden realization mixed with a bit of gritted teeth that felt like he had been fooled.

"Originally, I thought that the big shots in Terra, the outstanding ones selected by our genetic father, namely Malcador and his group of high lords, were the same as those I had met before. Those court jesters at Olympia are not all alike: the stereotype has misled me for so long.”

【Inherited impression? 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

[Do you also think that the high lords on Terra are thoughtful guys? 】

"also?"

The Lord of Steel turned his head sideways.

[Almost exactly the same thing, Guilliman told me decades ago. 】

The Spider Queen spread her arms.

[He was initially wary of the big shots on Terra, but after a few accidents and trials, he finally saw what was going on with the mortals: You know what happened next, Guilliman The small actions in the maelstrom are now known to the world. 】

"He's playing with fire."

Perturabo snorted: there was a hint of admiration in his tone.

"I really can't understand what kind of mentality Guilliman has to push the border of his kingdom to the maelstrom. This is almost like putting a knife on Terra's neck: he just hit it high. Does the lord dare not fight back? Or do you think they will continue to tolerate him? "

[I think it’s the third possibility. 】

Morgan stopped, smiled at Perturabo, and winked.

[He didn’t think so much at all: maybe he thought Terra would understand him. 】

"..."

The Lord of Steel was silent for a moment: then he laughed like a mountain falling apart.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Morgan...Morgan..."

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and I didn't know you had become so humorous."

【Do I have it? 】

Morgan stopped smiling.

[Don’t just laugh, my dear King of Olympia: You haven’t forgotten that your fief is next to the maelstrom, right? And my Far Eastern Frontier also has interests there. If Guilliman and Holy Terra really collide head-on in the Maelstrom, it will not be a good thing for either of us. 】

Perturabo's smile ended abruptly.

"Are you serious?"

He was a little unsure.

"That Guilliman? Does he really have the guts to touch Terra?"

[Badabul is one of the five hundred core worlds of Guilliman: there are at least three thousand Ultramarines deployed there alone, and there is also an entire branch fleet equipped with knights, battleships and star forts to command their The captain can speak in front of Guilliman. Even if our brothers do nothing, how do you think Terra can bypass this power? 】

The Lord of Steel nodded, and his genius brain was working at an extremely fast speed.

"How strong do you think Holy Terra is in trying to squeeze Guilliman out of the Maelstrom?"

[The tax collectors carefully selected by Malcador are ready and will set off as soon as the matters here in Ullanor and Nicaea are over. 】

"What about... Guilliman's determination?"

[His determination? 】

The Spider Queen smiled.

[Let’s put it this way: The number of Maelstrom warriors currently serving in the Thirteenth Legion exceeds 4,000. 】

"That would be difficult."

The Lord of Steel shook his head.

"What do you mean? Which party entrusted you to come to me as a lobbyist?"

【I am only entrusted by myself. 】

Morgan turned around, raised his hand to eye level with himself, and then knocked on Perturabo's breastplate: The power armor made by the Lord of Steel himself may be his most stubborn in the past hundred years. It was a personal sign. The sweet sound that Morgan heard at this time was the same as what she heard on the Dawn Star.

A trace of fascination with recalling the past flashed across Spider Queen's eyebrows.

[I came to you just to hear your opinion on this, Perturabo. 】

【Do you mind telling me? 】

She blinked again, sure that Perturabo couldn't refuse her no matter what.

"My opinion..."

The Lord of Steel hesitated.

"To be honest, I don't think I have any reason or sentiment to support Guilliman."

"But: since these Terrans want to plunder something from us before the Emperor actually leaves, then I don't intend to help them. After all, Guilliman is also our brother. From the human perspective, we are all genetic primarchs, and in many things, we both prosper and suffer."

"If Terra can plunder something from Guilliman today, what will we do tomorrow?"

"We cannot help each other: but I hope Guilliman will not let us down."

Perturabo grinned, and tentatively turned his gaze to Morgan.

"How's that for an answer?"

【United as one. 】

The Spider Queen raised her chin, clenched the palms gathered in mid-air into a fist, and lightly touched Perturabo's iron fist: in comparison, the Iron Lord's palm was almost as big as the Spider Queen's. Three times the size.

[So far, you are the seventh brother to give a similar answer. 】

"How many people did you ask in total?"

【Seven. 】

The next moment, the two Primarchs laughed in understanding.

But the laughter hasn’t gone away yet…

"Including Dorne?"

【……】

really.

Morgan's brows twitched. On Perturabo's face, she saw the competitive look that seemed very familiar, but upon closer inspection, there were some changes: Although the current Lord of Steel is different from the previous one, In general, he regards Dorne as a brother who is like an enemy, but the comparison mentality in his bones has not weakened at all.

【No, there is no him】

Morgan answered truthfully.

[However, I asked Luojia: Even Luojia felt that if Guilliman could teach Terra a lesson in the Maelstrom, it would be beneficial to us all, so as to avoid the hands of the high lords from inserting themselves casually in the future. In our respective countries, we are pointing here and there above our heads. 】

"Luo Jia."

Perturabo chewed the name, his subtle expression saying it all.

"Our miserable brother: Luo Jia has chosen a dead end for himself. He actually wants to believe in those illusory existences in an era when humans have conquered the stars and trampled the legendary kingdom of gods under their feet. He is an ordinary person. If you look left and right in the void for a while, you will find that there are no gods at all in this world, only the greatness of technology and numbers."

The primarch smiled contemptuously.

"I didn't even bother to tell him."

[It’s useless even if you tell me. 】

Speaking of Luo Jia, even the Spider Queen felt a little helpless.

[Perturabo, do you still remember Luo Jia’s reaction when you claimed in front of all of us that you wanted to compare yourself to the gods? 】

"Of course I remember!"

The Lord of Steel gritted his teeth.

"I looked at him: there was a trace of anger on Luo Jia's face at first, but it was more like an instinctive reaction. Our brother immediately smoothed it away, and instead showed me that kind of anger. A disgusting smile, like a man who holds the truth looking at a barbarian."

The iron fist was clenched and creaking.

"I know what he is thinking: He thinks I am a pitiful fool, an arrogant lunatic, an unbeliever who is not worthy of anger and can only feel compassion. He has been completely brainwashed by his religion. My oath is He seems to be just the lowest level of provocation, an irony that needs to be pitied, just like adults never care about children."

【Who says it’s not? 】

Morgan's brows jumped. Perturabo's analysis was even more detailed than hers. Luo Jia was really in this state at that time: when all the brothers were curious about what Perturabo had done during this long period of disappearance. At that moment, only Morgan could hear it. Not only did Luo Jia have no interest in Perturabo's experience, but he lowered his head and muttered something.

He was confessing to the God-Emperor for the sake of Perturabo, his poor brother.

"God Emperor, forgive my brother for his pitiful arrogance and ignorance."

There is a saying that Luo Jia's behavior made the Lord of Steel feel more angry and heartbroken than walking away on the spot or directly fighting with Perturabo: this point has been revealed after a full three or four days. It can be seen that the owner is still thinking casually.

[But I think Luo Jia cannot be entirely blamed for this matter. 】

Morgan's eyes rolled quietly.

[After all, it’s not just him, everyone including me is actually curious about your declaration. Brother Perturabo: Don’t you think this is a bit contradictory? 】

"Contradictory?"

The Lord of Steel looked at her: he seemed to have been mentally prepared for this problem.

"What? Morgan? Are you even beginning to doubt my determination?"

【Not really. 】

The Spider Queen shook her head.

[Seriously, Petrabo, after I joined the great expedition of the Human Empire, I experienced too many changes in people and things. Many of our brothers are now beyond recognition. My memories of them are mottled and distorted. But you are not among them: there is no difference between you today and the Savior of the Dawnstar a hundred years ago. 】

【Like steel, never changes. 】

"You too, Morgan."

Perturabo smiled with satisfaction, and he raised his head slightly. Morgan knew that this was a sign of complacency: whenever an uncontrollable smile appeared on the Lord of Steel's face, he didn't want others to see it directly. Because of his face, he raised his head slightly.

"Your keen eyesight and insight remain unchanged from a hundred years ago."

This sentence is full of sincerity: by Perturabo's standards.

"Besides, I also know what you are confused about, blood relatives."

Perturabo spread his arms, obviously ready to explain.

"Aren't you just curious about my complicated attitude towards the concept of gods: On the one hand, I despise Luo Jia's belief in gods, but on the other hand, I want to announce in front of you that I want to join the ranks of the gods."

[The problem lies here. 】

Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly.

【Gods? 】

"That's right, gods."

The Lord of Steel was proud. He seemed to be sure of the existence of this concept, but Perturabo did not see it. But when he affirmed the gods with certainty, Morgan's pupils dimmed at that moment. He went down, despair for his brother rippling in the whites of his eyes.

Sure enough, he has already...

Before the Spider Queen could sigh, Perturabo started talking to himself.

"The gods starting with me."

【……】

ah?

【Start with...you? 】

The Spider Queen was stunned upon hearing this.

"That's right."

Perturabo shook his finger.

"Abandoning the ridiculous and non-existent things that Luo Jia believes in, I will open a path that belongs to the real gods. I will complete the great deeds like gods as a mortal until they put the crown on my head with reverence. Come on, worship me as the new god: the calm, rational god of the future and reality.”

"Abandon the lies of faith, I will open up this new path for you, and guide every brother on how to move forward, how to achieve great achievements similar to mine, how to exert what we are born with and will never forget. Power until each of us is a god."

He spread out a hand, and what came to his face was a heroism that could sweep the Milky Way.

"Now, do you understand, Morgan?"

[It should be... right? 】

Morgan tried to suppress the corners of his mouth.

"very good."

Perturabo had no doubt of his presence.

"Just like I thought: you have the best understanding of all of us."

"Now, follow me. I want to explain my ideas to you."

The Lord of Steel smiled at her, as if revealing the most precious secret in the world.

"First of all: I want to tell you the nature of our Primarch, what it is."

He lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Don't be frightened by the truth, my dear sister Morgan."

【……】

The Spider Queen had to use up all her strength and willpower to force out a very, very, very convincing smile: confused yet eager, stunned yet excited, mixed with a few hints of Petu Labo's admiring conviction and a little doubt based on independent thinking were mixed in Morgan's delicate face and served.

Like a glass of fine wine: Perturabo was drunk just by looking at it.

【OK. 】

Especially when the Spider Queen decides to speak in her softest voice.

【Then I'll trouble you...brother~】