Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 680 Immortal people are lined up like hemp (1/2)

"Who came over first?"

[White scars. 】

"Did Jaghatai Khan agree?"

[I asked the emperor to ask: Anyway, he said that Chagatai Khan had no objection. 】

"You know what, Morgan: you're giving him another chance to evade responsibility."

Sanguinius leaned on his uncomfortable throne, disgustedly avoiding the densest part of the terrace, the edge of the silk awning above his head accompanied by the red wind of Ullanor. And fluttering, the Archangel's flawless face was immersed in the brilliance and slightly gloomy, floating uncertainly.

But there is no doubt that whenever he mentions the Emperor, Sanguinius's brows will always frown a little higher: when the magnificent music that never stops in the square reaches the drum beat, it suddenly raises a tone. , the same is true when it stimulates the original body's ears.

"It's unimaginable that we actually have to stay here for several days."

"He must hate us to come up with such creative torture."

The angel muttered softly, covering the only spherical holographic projector used as a decorative item on the railing in front of him with his palm, and kept jumping between the millions of camera ports connected to these instruments until he could use the best possible method. He spied the parade ground below from his angle and nodded with satisfaction.

Although, this is completely unnecessary: ​​as long as Sanguinius stands up, he can clearly see the face and expression of every soldier on the parade ground below, even if they are at least several thousand meters away in a straight line. Warriors who had left an impression on him.

He can do this, but not all Primarchs can do it. As brothers who inherit the same father's blood, although the physical fitness of the Primarchs has never been fundamentally distinguished from one class, they are different in each class. On all kinds of details, it is still easy to distinguish the strong and weak, and there is no need to engage in any real battles with swords and guns.

Some differences are innate. For example, Vulkan, Lord of the Fire Dragon, is a cliff-leading leader among the brothers in terms of strength and toughness, while the second-placed one is Mortalion, who usually looks unattractive, and Some differences are acquired. For example, Jaghatai Khan's sword is faster than all his brothers. Morgan's psychic power always reminds everyone of the Emperor, and Angron. The various combat techniques he mastered made him a unique master among the Primarchs.

Sanguinius had seen with his own eyes how Angron wielded his sword, and he was deeply impressed: this brother, who usually carried a battle ax and flail, was holding a long sword that to him was no more than a large dagger. , can actually carve out sophisticated and complex techniques, and in terms of actual threat level, Sanguinius felt that Angron's swordsmanship could be at least fifth among the many brothers.

The only ones who can be ranked in front of him are Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim, Jonson, and Morgan among them: Guilliman's sword fighting skills are indeed good, but they are too mediocre. Well, you only need to fight him twice to figure out all the tricks. Horus is better at other weapons.

As for Gorgon, who is also full of martial virtue and brilliant record? The angel admitted that his fighting ability was indeed good, but one day, if Ferus chose to wield a sword instead of a hammer, there would definitely be big trouble: because that meant that Gorgon at that time was so impatient that he gave up what he was best at. out of the field, his combat effectiveness will definitely be greatly reduced.

As for Sanguinius himself?

He was never a combative man: nor did he stand out among his brothers.

The wings on his back, whether it was a blessing or a curse, did give him some advantages. In terms of speed and maneuverability, not even Fulgrim could compare to him. The wind and sand of Baal also sharpened him. His vision allowed him to always see further than his brothers, although it was often not clear and frighteningly blurry.

It was like the fantasy about the future that flashed through his mind from time to time: so vague and fragmented, like a halo, far inferior to Conrad's ability to move his fingers.

Thinking of this, a trace of jealousy even flashed in the Archangel's heart. He had heard from others more than once that Conrad cursed his own prophecy ability, like a collapsed prisoner, trapped in the future in his mind. Fantasy torture: Such rumors gradually disappeared about thirty or forty years ago.

But the Archangel remembered this day: Although they were also prophets, Sanguinius was unable to empathize with the Midnight Ghost at this point. He never felt that his prophetic ability was such a huge torture. Instead, he secretly envied Conrad's inner clarity.

It would be great if he could do the same...

At least, there is no need to sit uneasy here for the fate of the legion.

(Although Sanguinius possessed the same prophecy as Conrad, his accuracy and side effects were far inferior to the latter's. It was not until the Siege of Terra that his prophecies were as strong as Conrad's previous ones. , and then the Archangel began to understand what kind of dilemma Conrad was in.)

(In the later stages of the siege of Terra, even the Archangel himself was a little bit unbearable. I can only say that prophetic visions are much scarier than the shameful blood god's cunt.)

Thinking of this, Sanguinius's eyes began to slowly shift away from Yesugei and Torhan on the parade ground below, and stared at Morgan who was standing next to him: The Spider Queen was wearing Wearing a pair of ceremonial armor with cyan and silver as the main colors, five fingers wrapped around the goblet given to her by the angel, but she seemed very lonely in this grand ceremony.

But the archangel knew very well that his sister was by no means truly lonely: the image of Lady Macbeth hidden behind Jonson may be very different in the minds of each primarch, but no one doubted that Morgan could easily do it at any time. A small circle was formed with her as the center on the terrace. After all, her most trusted brothers were gathering on the other side of the terrace to chat.

Less than five minutes ago, Sanguinius witnessed with his own eyes how Morgan waved and called Jonson over. After talking for a few words, he patted the shoulder and asked the Caliban to return the way he came: the action It is easier than his archangel to summon the silly Wolf Shepherd.

However, speaking of the Wolf Shepherd...

"What are you looking at, Morgan?"

Following the direction of Morgan's gaze, Sanguinius only saw a few of the Primarch's attendants chatting in low voices in the shadows of the Emperor's sons. Zephon, whom he had brought with him, was also mixed in, and his movements still seemed a bit awkward. , making Sanguinius frown secretly.

【I'm looking at that person. 】

Morgan raised his chin and pointed at the Luna Wolf standing silently in the corner.

[Who did Horus bring here: He is not in the Council of Four Kings, right? 】

"Indeed, he is not, but he is a big shot among the Moon Wolves."

Sanguinius smiled. As the deputy commander of the Luna Wolves Legion who had briefly served, he naturally knew all the older men under Horus. He lowered his voice and spoke. A string of unknown names quietly slipped into Morgan's ears.

"His name is Malohurst, also known as the Twister, and he is the attendant of Horus."

[Twister? 】

"Praise him for his complex way of thinking."

The Archangel's smile proved his admiration for the Twisted One.

"He has always been the chief advisor and spokesperson of the Shepherd God. He has excellent coordination skills and is not bad at personal strength. It is said that whenever Ezekel competes with him, he has to worry about the next company commander under his butt. Position, because the Twisted One's loyalty to Horus is the most fanatical even among the Luna Wolves."

"He would do anything for him, and Horus' trust in him could not be greater."

【real? 】

"Of course it's true."

The angel glanced around, and then transmitted a voice mixed with psychic energy into Morgan's mind.

"I'll tell you quietly, Morgan, don't tell others: Horus has decided to appoint Mallowhurst as his chief executive, who will assist him in managing the entire Kingdom of Wolf in the future, to ensure that the Warmaster The orders can be carried out stably.”

【The kingdom of wolves. 】

Morgan frowned slightly.

[I heard that Horus planned to hand it over to Loken to manage it? 】

"Your information is out of date."

The angel smiled and shook his head.

"With Mallohurst as the behind-the-scenes helmsman of the entire Primarch realm, Sejanus took over the foreign affairs he left behind, and Agnes became the new squire of the Wolf God: as for Loken, he was in some of the great There seemed to be some differences in opinions with Horus, but our brother did not neglect this outstanding heir, and he planned to let Loken practice it himself. "

【What's the meaning? 】

"I heard that Loken is planned to be placed in a position where he can specifically negotiate with mortals."

Angel sipped his wine, absentmindedly.

"Don't you know?"

[I never like to know too much about other legions. 】

The answer silenced Sanguinius.

"Why?"

After a while, he asked back.

Morgan turned his head. Sanguinius's question sounded a bit strange. The Spider Queen didn't pay attention to it. Her attention was still focused on the servants of the original body whom she usually only heard of by name: for example, being She had never heard of Zefeng brought here by the archangel.

But soon, Morgan noticed a hint that something was wrong: the aura exuded by Sanguinius sitting behind her seemed completely different from before?

He... seemed to be asking seriously?

Morgan looked suspiciously, and a pair of solemn eyes confirmed her suspicion.

[You actually care about this? 】

The Spider Queen was a little bit dumbfounded: She didn't think that the brother-sister relationship between her and the Archangel was so deep that Sanguinius would actively care about Morgan's views on other brothers. You must know that before this, the most profound topic between them was nothing more than Zhuang. Which one is the more troublesome galactic bastard, Mori or Horus?

So far, Horus wins.

"Just out of curiosity."

Sanguinius spoke softly, but he was sitting upright.

"I'm curious about one thing, Morgan: Why do you have such a different attitude towards other brothers? You have always been indifferent and extremely indifferent towards some brothers, including Horus. You What are you deliberately avoiding?"

【Deliberately? 】

Morgan suppressed the tremor in his voice.

【What's the meaning? 】

[Can’t I have brothers I don’t like and brothers I really can’t get along with? 】

"Of course: this is normal for anyone, but not for you."

The Archangel's face was serious.

"Think about those who chose to stand with Jonson more than ten days ago. Even Horus could not unite them, but Jonson could, or you can: everyone knows that Jonson is now controlled by you, so as long as you want, even Mortarion, you can definitely get along with him, and honestly, do you really hate a brother? Even Mortarion?"

Morgan did not answer, but her brief hesitation was caught by Sanguinius.

After the hesitation, there was a smile.

[So, what does this mean, Brother Sanguinius? 】

"If this matter is placed on other people, it means nothing."

The Archangel's body slowly leaned forward, still playing with the wine glass carelessly, with a faint smile on his face, but even the Spider Queen had to admit that as long as Sanguinius's attitude was a little serious, his momentum was terrifying.

"But you are different. Morgan."

The angel's mouth straightened.

"We all know that most blood brothers are a group of arrogant schoolboys who will judge another blood brother at will based on their inherent impressions and rumors from close people: the ridiculous rumors about you have also been confirmed, and they are still misleading to this day."

[I don't care about this. 】

"I don't care either."

The archangel moved closer.

"I care about the truth."

Sanguinius took a sip calmly, and the wine swayed in the golden cup, as if the person who just scared Morgan was not him.

"Believe me, if you pay a little attention to every major incident that our Gene Father has solved in the past few decades, especially those related to our brothers: whether they are stubborn or enemies, as long as he wants to wipe out the waves between the plains, your name must be on his plan, and there are traces to follow."

"He can leave out Horus, Leman Russ, and Jonson, and even worse, he himself will not go out in person, but Morgan's name will never be absent: Lost People, Angron, Corax, Perfect City, Perturabo and Dorn, Magnus and Russ, and even Jonson and Warmaster today."

"Oh..."

He sighed softly.

"What kind of fool would ignore a name that runs through so many major events."

"The one who can do this may not be the closest person to the Emperor, but you are definitely the one he trusts the most. He at least trusts your ability. On the other hand, since you are involved, you must know more secrets and information than us outsiders."

"So, the answer is obvious."

After placing the empty golden cup on the railing, further down, accompanied by a new military music, the White Scars team began their march, and the originally bustling terrace suddenly became quiet. Although the Emperor was not in the same room with them, his terrace was right above them, and no one wanted to be too noisy at this time.

Even if you talk, you have to speak in a low voice.

Sanguinius naturally understood this truth.

He stood with Morgan, on the far right side of the terrace. The gloomy Angron and the sullen Mortarion well separated them from the other brothers: Horus and Fulgrim were at the other end of the terrace, immersed in their own conversation, and Morgan's family and friends seemed to be used to the absence of the Spider Queen.

The archangel glanced at them: Guilliman and Jonson were fully engaged in this flashy ceremony, Corax seemed a little worried about their situation, but Conrad quickly persuaded him to go back, and Midnight Haunter looked at the archangel from a distance, a pale smile made Sanguinius shake his head.

To be honest, he actually envied the atmosphere on Morgan's side.

But his questioning did not stop.

"A brother who is deeply trusted by the Emperor and knows more inside information than us, obviously has the ability and motivation to develop a good cooperative relationship with all her brothers, but has always suppressed her social skills, just to maintain a close-knit organization."

"The people who stand with you are either brothers who have fought side by side with you for a long time, or brothers who were raised by you, or neighbors whose territories are too close to yours and you can only make friends with them: those who are a little farther away or have a little less trust, you try your best to avoid any relationship, as if you are afraid of having more brotherhood with them."

Sanguinius's pupils flashed, and his voice trembled under the solemn but noisy military music of the parade, making Morgan nod his head, and a trace of cold sweat slid down from the dark part of his neck.

"Honestly, Morgan."

"This doesn't seem to be cultivating brothers."

"It's more like: building an alliance."

Speaking of this, even the archangel himself paused, as if he was frightened.

"Tell me, let me reveal a little: do you know something?"

"Did the Emperor tell you?"

"Or did Conrad confess to you?"

The angel's tone was a little hurried, but he left Morgan time to think.

Morgan thought for about a minute.

[Answer me a question, angel. ]

Her tone was equally serious.

[Can you keep an eye on Horus? ]

Sanguinius fell silent, no discernible change in his tone.

“Maybe it used to be possible: but we’ll only have less and less time together.”

[Is this a problem? 】

"Of course, even Fulgrim and Ferus will become indifferent if they gather less and stay apart more."

This metaphor made Morgan raise his eyebrows.

[Then there is no need for you to know about this issue prematurely, Sanguinius: Believe me, some things will definitely happen. For example, the fratricide you are imagining in your mind is definitely not news in history. We There is nothing we can do to prevent it from happening, we can only prepare as best we can. 】

"For example?"

It took Angel almost two minutes to digest Morgan's words.

Sanguinius was calmer than expected.

[Govern your territory well: at least let your legion numbers be able to carry out several battles equivalent to Ullanor level. 】

This sentence stunned the archangel.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

He smiled, the smile was very forced, as if he wanted to deny Morgan's words, but the Spider Queen did not respond to him, and Sanguinius did not ask more questions.

The two watched in silence as the array of white scars passed by, responded to the salutes paid to them by Yesugei, Qin Xia and Tol Khan, and reached a consensus in the silence that followed.

Sanguinius didn't ask the question again.

And a few minutes later, just when Morgan thought she could find time to leave the archangel and return to her brothers, a sigh from Sanguinius entangled her steps: the angel glanced at Angron, who was closest to them. , as if gauging whether he could overhear.

"Seriously, Morgan, I'd be happy to follow your advice."

[But are you worried? 】

"Only a little."

The Archangel did not deny it.

"For my legion, it is not difficult to expand the army and prepare for war. The seeds of the Blood Angels can cultivate useful warriors even on mutants: if it were not for this strong adaptability, the ninth Legion couldn't even make it to the moment of meeting me."

"But the real question is..."

The primarch's eyes dropped.

"How can I be sure that my military expansion and war preparations today will not contribute to a larger missing army tomorrow?"

[Are you worried about this? 】

"You can have ten thousand reasons to argue that genetic disease is not a concern, Morgan, but my heirs only have one life. They can be sacrificed, but they cannot be forgotten: I know you even forgiven that guy Lorgar on behalf of the Emperor, but Religion is an issue that can be discussed, but there is only one fate for mutants in the empire.”

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment, then accidentally laughed.

[After so many years: Are you still struggling with this matter? 】

"I don't want to either."

The archangel looked into the distance.

"But not long ago, I seemed to hear voices in my head: they promised me a cure."

"That's very realistic, you know?"

【! 】

Morgan's eyes suddenly became round.

TMD

Hard to guard against!

The Spider Queen felt that her temples on both sides were about to swell to the point of exploding. The pain could not cover up the mania in her heart. Her anger caused golden flames to flash at her fingertips, quickly burning the muscles wrapped around her neck and chest. He used his fingers and tongue, and then took advantage of it and threw them behind him, letting moans and excited gasps come from the void.

【……】

Not relieved!

Not as relieved as before!

I always feel like I want more...

Morgan took a deep breath.

【What color? 】

She tried hard to suppress the anger in her chest.

"color?"

Seeing that the angel was in a daze, the Spider Queen pulled off a feather without hesitation.

[Why, do you have the habit of shrinking into your wings when listening to your inner thoughts? 】

【color! Give you the feeling! 】

【red? blue? green? purple? 】

In an instant, new anger surged in Morgan's body. The accumulated boredom and long-term pressure on Ullanor were revealed. How could Sanguinius, who was unprepared, be able to resist it.

I saw him opening his mouth to speak, his expression constantly changing between entanglement and determination, and then he gritted his teeth and took advantage of the moment when another queue came in to the music to quietly squeeze out a few words in Morgan's ear. Character.

"No, what I saw..."