Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"New position?"

"Of course, I would like my new position: who wouldn't like the feeling of holding more power in their hands? Since the Emperor has taken the initiative to give us power, there is no reason for us not to have it."

"It's always good to be in a high position and have power."

"Your words are not credible at all, Chagatai."

The Great Speaker Luo Jia closed his palms tightly, always in a prayer posture, with a smile on his face, not knowing whether he was pleased with the imperial army passing in front of him, or was euphemistically mocking the insincerity of his blood brothers beside him.

Chagatai Khan did not respond. He seemed to be born without the interest to discuss or argue with his brothers. Many times, people even forgot that he could speak: Luo Jia still clearly remembered that when Chagatai Khan and the White Scars Legion led their fleet to Ullanor, there was an unprecedented trend among the mortals.

They were confused.

Confused about who Chagatai Khan was.

It was incredible, because when Lorgar heard the confusion of the mortals, he was also in a moment of confusion, and then he remembered that Chagatai Khan was his brother: the White Scars' Primarch seemed to be born with magic that could hide from the sight of others, and coupled with his elusive offspring, no matter how great their achievements were, the people in the heart of the Empire seemed to have never taken the terrible threat of the Fifth Legion seriously.

Guilliman would envy this treatment.

Lorgar chuckled, and he couldn't help but think of the brother who almost had a conflict with him in the Perfect City: in the heart of the Great Word Bearer, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds occupied a very special position, so that no matter which brother he was thinking about, he would be inexplicably associated with Guilliman.

Hmm... Weird...

Lorgar faced this problem, and he carefully thought about his feelings towards Guilliman.

Hate? Not really.

Friendship? Not either.

Disdain? That's too much.

After several hesitations and reflections, Lorgar could only come to a conclusion that was not necessarily tenable: Perhaps, he was just envious of Guilliman's shrewdness and ability in handling worldly affairs, and at the same time sighed because of the uncivilized mind of this iron head.

If he could have the same management level as that of the Macragge man, even if it was a little worse, it would not matter, then he could have spread the perfect city of his dreams to hundreds of thousands of worlds decades ago and completed the holy war mission given to him by the Emperor.

On the other hand, if Guilliman could have a seed of enlightenment in his mind, so that the two of them could cooperate sincerely, then it would not be difficult to achieve this goal: but fate just likes to make things difficult for selfless contributors like him. The Emperor did not give Lorgar the same talent for governing the country as Guilliman, or in other words, Guilliman, a mediocre and arrogant person, occupied the excellent talent that he did not deserve.

That's the truth. The greatest advantage of the Macragge is nothing more than his usual good luck: if he hadn't been born in Ultramar, how could Guilliman have achieved such a career? If Ultramar was handed over to the Word Bearers, Lorgar guaranteed that he would have made greater achievements.

However, there is no need for him to feel sorry for such a small matter.

Even in the desert-covered Colchis and the Pacific Segmentum where the Empire's control is the weakest, the Great Word Bearer has the ability to create a real heaven on earth: this is not a fantasy, he has already done so, and the initial results are very impressive, which gives Lorgar the confidence to stand proudly among his brothers at this time.

Sooner or later, he will amaze them again and again.

Especially Guilliman: he will admire the great deeds of the Word Bearers from the bottom of his heart!

Let him marvel at Lorgar!

This is his future dream.

And now, at least facing the likes of Chagatai Khan, the Great Word Bearer can still finish the job with a smile.

Lorgar turned his head and his eyes brushed lightly with the Dark Angels in front of the reviewing stand. He first observed the conversation between Horus, Ferrus and Fulgrim not far away: he saw the Phoenix Army standing happily between his two closest blood brothers, holding Horus and Ferrus tightly with both arms, guiding them to shake hands and make peace under his gaze.

Lorgar was not sure what kind of agreement the Wolf God and Gorgon could reach under the mediation of the Phoenix, but considering that their fiefdoms actually had a fairly long border, it should be related to this: The Great Word Bearer belatedly remembered that Ferrus's kingdom seemed to be a neighbor of the heaven on earth he had demarcated in the Milky Way.

Gorgon even occupied part of the territory that originally belonged to the Word Bearer Legion.

Of course, this contains some political conspiracies that Lorgar despises: the Iron Hands' home planet was originally in the northern Misty Star Region. Although it is relatively close to the Pacific Star Region, Ferrus's rule has never extended here: the Pacific Star Region has been the exclusive spoils of the Word Bearers since the moment Lorgar returned.

Until the Emperor decided to grant them a large area of ​​land in the Milky Way, the Sigillites and High Lords suddenly changed the country that originally belonged to Ferrus: a large area in the east was given to Horus and Jonson, and instead, a new territory was drawn for Ferrus' country in the northern part of the Pacific Star Region, which was a solid bridgehead.

As a result, Gorgon's territory moved a long way west, from the original simple Misty Star Region to a country spanning the two star regions of Misty and Peace: the entire Pacific Star Region is no longer the backyard of the Word Bearers Legion, and the powerful Iron Hand has become their neighbor.

The little tricks behind this point of Holy Terra are self-evident: the Sigillite and the High Lords do not want to see the Word Bearers Legion alone control the entire Pacific Star Region, especially considering that most of the powerful and threatening Primarchs are sealed on the east side of Holy Terra, then the Word Bearers on the west side of Terra actually act as a thorn in the side of the ecological niche, and Ferrus' new land will effectively contain them.

And Ferrus's loyalty is beyond doubt.

After the transfer treaty was released, Gorgon, who had never been interested in ruling mortals, naturally accepted all who came. Presumably, the agreement he reached with Horus at this time was also the aftermath of this transfer: after taking over part of the land left by Ferrus, the entire northern part of the galaxy, equivalent to most of the star field, will be under the influence of the Wolf God.

Did Terra never think of checking him?

Lorgar shook his head. He didn't feel anything about it. The disputes and harassment of secular power were not enough to arouse his emotions. In fact, he was still carefully thinking about whether he could help Horus: The Great Word Bearer had been considering forming an expeditionary force similar to the Crusade with his most fanatical warriors and sending them to support the few remaining stalemates in the Great Crusade.

There is no doubt that the vast Wolf Kingdom will be a wonderful battlefield for them.

Horus will not refuse.

Lorgar made up his mind and planned to go talk to the Wolf God later: but before that, he needed to keep his eyes on Chagatai Khan for a while. He respected this brother who was famous for his calmness and wisdom, and hoped to see the seeds of enlightenment in him.

But the words came out, but it was a contemptuous mockery of Khan's previous words.

"Seriously, Chagatai: Do you really want to govern the country given to you by the Emperor?"

Lorgar smiled, and the Khan did not choose to respond as expected. He focused all his attention on the World Eaters, which appeared second only to the Dark Angels: this legion, which has always been known for its cold and hard attitude and fanatical spirit in battle, has a record that every Primarch present admired.

But what really attracted Chagatai Khan was not this matter, but when the 12th Legion's column walked across the iron platform, they saluted the Emperor and the Primarchs: every legion would salute the Emperor and all the Primarchs, but the descendants of Angron were different.

Their tribute was brief, with the most enthusiastic tribute going to their Primarch, and then equally distributed to the others: Yes, even the Lord of Mankind himself only received the most basic respect from the World Eaters. The eyes of Angron's descendants looking at the Emperor were full of loyalty and admiration, but compared to the enthusiasm of the previous legions, their attitude seemed too calm.

"What's going on, brother?"

Such a state naturally caused a subtle discussion among the Primarchs, and Lorgar was perhaps the one who reacted most violently. Before the Emperor himself could say anything, the Great Speaker had already looked at Angron with dissatisfaction.

He did not rebuke, but asked his misguided brother with some heartache: he respected Angron's military power and did not want to see his legion lose its enthusiasm for the Emperor.

And Angron did not answer him.

In fact, the Primarch of the World Eaters Legion had remained silent as death since the beginning of the parade. He did not communicate with any of his brothers. When faced with the cheers and salutes of his offspring, he just nodded as a basic response. Angron and Lorgar stood across Chagatai Khan and responded to his brother with an indifferent look.

"This is their own decision."

Angron's voice was hoarse, so hoarse that Lorgar was stunned. He was no longer concerned about the mistakes just now, but was worried about his brother's current physical condition in his heart.

"Angron, you..."

"It's okay."

Angron directly rejected it.

"I just want to tell you that I will not interfere with the daily operations of the Legion. This is their own decision, and it has nothing to do with their attitude towards the Emperor: my soldiers like to be down-to-earth, and they have no talent for verbal performances."

"This is very [World Eaters], isn't it?"

For the first time, the Khan standing between the two actually took the initiative to speak, took over Angron's words, and nodded to Lorgar.

"Besides, Aurelion, you don't have to keep a close eye on the World Eaters. Didn't you notice that among the dozen or so Astartes Legions that passed by before, the most enthusiastic cheers for the Emperor were only those veterans of Terra who had made outstanding contributions? Those new blood warriors who joined in the late Great Crusade also cheered for the Emperor's attention, but they were definitely not enthusiastic."

"This is because of your negligence."

The Great Bearer of Words was disdainful.

"My Legion doesn't have such mistakes!"

The Khan smiled and did not respond to the provocation in Lorgar's words.

"You have to adapt to this, brother. Compared with the Terran veterans, these are from the same home planet as us, or the recruits who were recruited later, lack a practical concept and respect for the Emperor. They have never fought alongside the Lord of Mankind. Ever since they became conscious, the greatest person they have ever seen is their respective Primarch. Therefore, in the hearts of these warriors, the Primarch is more important than the Emperor. It’s a matter of course.”

"This is not right, Jaghatai."

Luo Jia quickly frowned.

"Only the God-Emperor is the only one in the empire. He is the pinnacle and ruler of the empire, and we are just believers, assistants and generals: if in the hearts of these most basic warriors, the status of us generals is higher than that of the God-Emperor, What kind of chaos would that cause?”

"This will be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives!"

"Don't worry, they are not that fragile."

Khan is quite tolerant. "Or do you think: Do we really have the ability to threaten the Emperor?"

Luo Jia stopped talking.

The three primarchs all fell into silence. They watched silently as the ranks of the World Eaters legions walked resolutely past the rostrum: it no longer mattered which legion came next. As of now, except for their own legions, the primarchs Their thoughts are not on the military parade.

As the military music that resounded throughout Ullanor has quietly passed its most exciting stage, there are some faint ups and downs. Those who are most sentimental will naturally think that after this military parade, they They will be completely separated from their master.

The Emperor is leaving.

What seemed like it would never happen is now so real.

In his loss, Luo Jia breathed extremely heavily. It seemed that only at this moment did he feel the incomparable sadness of being away from the God Emperor. He forgot about other things and just wanted to indulge in this moment of sadness: But at this moment, Khan standing next to him seemed to have just remembered their previous topic.

"Let me tell you, Luojia."

His voice was quite serious.

"I will run my country: I will do my best to make it better."

The speaker was stunned for a moment, then snorted disdainfully.

"I would rather believe: Magnus has thought about how to govern his country."

"Of course I thought about it!"

There seemed to be a sharp roar coming from the crowd on the other side.

"I have thought about it a long time ago! I want experts who are proficient in technology to manage my country..."

The roar seemed to be constantly selling his insights, but neither Luo Jia nor Chagatai Khan listened carefully.

"As much as I don't mind it, it's kind of insulting, bro."

Khan raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to Luo Jia's face.

"Why do you think: I can't manage a country well?"

"It's very simple."

Luo Jia looked at each other without fear.

"We all know that you joined the Great Crusade precisely to escape domination. You once conquered a world, impaled the heads of all opponents on spears, and used the High Throne as your personal symbol, but this Your reign only lasted six months. When the God-Emperor and his fleet descended on Chogris, you abandoned your rule without hesitation and swore allegiance to our father."

"Because six months is enough time to make you hate everything you own."

"That's right."

Khan admitted graciously.

"These are all facts."

"But: people change."

"And you became power hungry?"

"Almost."

Jaghatai looked away.

"I still don't like ruling, but this time, I have the necessary reason to have to rule other people: because I don't want my legion to become the number one when the final chaos comes, because it lacks a sufficient source of power. Batch the fallen losers.”

"..."

Luo Jia frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"It's simple."

The Khan glanced at him.

"Maybe you can't see it now, but when Horus calls upon my friendship to resist the tyranny from Terra, I don't want to just go to him empty-handed. I will bring a A huge army, and a powerful country, a country specially created for this great war."

The Great Word Bearer did not speak, and his fingers quietly touched the handle of the hammer.

"What does oppression from Terra mean?"

"Peace of mind."

The Khan chuckled.

"I have never been interested in resisting the Emperor's rule. Although in my heart, he is just a tyrant, his conquest and rule of the galaxy can be tolerated, and in general, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages: I don't I would like to become the governor and general who protects the country for him."

"But the real problem is..."

Jaghatai looked down upon his brother.

"Aurelion, I think you should be able to see the current situation clearly. Maybe in the next few years, our father will still be sitting upright on Terra, but in the future, when he is indulged in his own affairs, Afterwards, will it be the Emperor himself who sits on the throne of the Empire and oppresses us Primarchs and Legions with orders and regulations?"

"We all know: sooner or later he will transfer these powers to those mortals."

"And when that time comes: can't we follow Horus's footsteps?"

The Khan's voice was cold. Even in the noisy and sultry Ullanor, Lorgar still felt beads of sweat on the back of his head: cold beads of sweat.

"You mean..."

"Yes."

The Khan smiled and gave his own conclusion.

"As descendants, we certainly cannot resist our father's rule."

"But as a Primarch: If those mortals on Terra are really stupid enough to want to use the chains of rules to bind our freedom and souls after taking over the power of the Emperor, then I don't mind standing on Horus' side. For this, I will have a powerful country."

"To be a necessary preparation."

His voice was firm, as if he was declaring an indisputable truth.

"We will not oppose the Emperor."

"But that does not mean that we will not oppose everyone on Terra."

"They cannot represent the Emperor: if they are really arrogant enough to think that they can represent the Emperor, then I will remind them that I will once again declare war on the new tyrants for my freedom and power."

Faced with Lorgar's stunned expression, the Khan's smile was obviously reassuring.

"I have fought against tyrants."

"Trust me: I know what I need to prepare for this war."

"And the first step in preparation: pretend nothing happened."

"Yes, Lorgar, my brother."

"We have to pretend nothing happened."

"Until..."

"Until the day of Horus comes: it won't be far away."