Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

This warmaster crown bestowed upon him by the Emperor himself is indeed extraordinary.

It... is wonderful.

After hesitating for a moment, the Wolf God found this barely appropriate adjective in his mind: Even for a Primarch, it is not easy to make such a judgment immediately.

After all: the treasure bestowed by the Emperor naturally has a profound connotation that matches his wisdom and thinking. If you don't savor it carefully, you can't guess the reason, and you will unfortunately miss the kindness hidden in it by the Lord of Humanity.

At least Horus thinks so.

But even so, the Wolf God has to admit a problem: the symbol of supreme power on his head from now on does make his soul feel uneasy.

It is wonderful: but too wonderful.

From the beginning, this magnificent full-gold crown was firmly embedded in Horus's forehead, telling of the glory and power of the Wolf God at the moment: this treasure of the Emperor was almost connected to his eldest son, and it only took a moment to leave a light red mark, making the wearer feel uncomfortable instinctively. The Primarch even doubted whether he could take it off in the future.

He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: then he noticed that the crown seemed to be embedded more tightly.

"..."

That's all: maybe his father had other intentions.

Horus comforted himself, but in his sea-blue pupils, there was not much relaxation: the Wolf God forced himself to raise his head, because his genetic father had come to him.

In front of everyone, after presenting the title of Warmaster to Horus, the Lord of Mankind could not wait to personally break the sacred cover of the monarch and the minister. He could not even wait for the Primarchs and the dignitaries who came to witness the ceremony to leave. He took a step forward, swept down the steps, and personally helped his son, his Sagittarius, up.

The deep affection between the father and son was vividly expressed in this moment.

+ Get up, my Warmaster: Let me see what you look like now. +

Without waiting for Horus's hesitation, our Emperor held his son's arm, helped him up without saying anything, and pulled him in front of him: Now, the father and son are so close, the Lord of Mankind only needs to raise his arm slightly to put his hand on Horus' shoulder. He took this as the center, surrounded his first son, and looked at the majestic ceremony of the new Warmaster with relish.

The endless sense of pride that only exists between father and son. The joy that kept pouring out from the heart of the Lord of Mankind at this moment, painted his face with pure joy, he circled around his child, looked left and right, and actually showed a bit of curiosity.

Although compared with a minute ago, Horus only had a circle of golden olive leaves on his head, but in the eyes of the Emperor, his beloved offspring was already very different: there was a qualitative leap in his whole body.

It was as if Horus in the previous second was still a child who needed to hide from the wind and rain under the wings of the Emperor, but at this moment, he was independent and could soar in the sky: he could be called an adult.

After all, he had just experienced a ceremony prepared only for him, perhaps the most grand and luxurious coming-of-age ceremony in the history of all mankind and even the entire galaxy: the Emperor mobilized millions of warriors and champions to let them witness the appearance of his offspring after they grew up.

+ Do you know, my Horus. +

The Lord of Humanity stood in front of the Wolf God with an unsatisfied look. He looked at his son who had long since recovered his composure, and nodded proudly for his calmness: Horus at this moment was full of merits in the eyes of the Emperor, or merits that could be improved in the future.

The smile on the Primarch's face was equally joyful, because when his father gently patted his shoulder, Horus could truly feel that every touch of the Emperor was from the heart, and the friendship between them was as hot as a blazing flame.

The father's voice was like the sound of nature.

+ I had dreamed of this scene today a long time ago: my child, my son of the First Return, you have finally become strong and wise enough, brave and firm, and you can finally leave my arms. Use your own strength to create your own legend and defend our common cause. +

+… +

The Lord of Humanity paused, and there was a tremor of emotion in his voice.

+ You have finally grown up. +

+ My Horus. ＋

＋All this... is really too fast... ＋

＋But it is just right, every development is so wonderful, I think I will never encounter such a wonderful thing again, but fortunately, we will at least always have each other's blood relationship, right? ＋

"Yes, father."

The wolf god didn't even notice how scary his mouth was grinning. He twitched his nose, swallowed the tears behind his eyes, nodded, and complained about the pain in his spine.

But Horus didn't care about these. He answered his father word by word in a voice that only father and son could hear, but it was extremely sonorous and powerful.

At this moment, all worries and power were thrown behind his head.

Compared with the emperor, they are worthless.

Everything in the world is worthless.

"I can finally respond to your expectations."

"I can finally devote everything I have to our common cause."

Horus clenched his fists: He swore on his life that these were not empty words.

He was ever willing to be the first martyr to the Emperor and his great cause.

+ No, my Horus: you do this all the time, don't you? +

“I always feel like I’m not doing enough.”

+Very well, Horus: Q has always done well. +

+You are always the best. +

+At least for me, my answer is clear and firm from beginning to end. +

+You are my greatest descendant, the one I am most proud of among your brothers. +

"I never doubted that, Father."

Wolf Shepherd laughed: His dearest genetic father is the same.

At this moment, both the Lord of Humanity and the Wolf Shepherd fell into a brief silence, not because they were embarrassed or had nothing to say, but because the family affection at this moment was so strong that they no longer needed any words to fill them up.

All the words that should be spoken, all the vows that should be made, all the moments that should be recalled, and all the victories that should be drank together, this real father and son had already met a hundred years ago, thirty years after they first met. Years ago, it had already been completed the moment the warmaster's crown was placed on the forehead of the Wolf Shepherd.

They reached the top of the mountains and looked around with no regrets.

Now, they only need to enjoy the wonderful silence after the completion of the building: like a brilliant opera that has gone through a stormy climax and stirred the hearts of all the listeners, with the understatement of the conductor's baton, it slides into after the rain. Whispers lingering like the first clear day.

Everything is left unsaid.

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"What a beautiful statement."

In the corner where the crowd is in vain, in the silent area where all the discussions, congratulations, and music cannot take care of it, in the high platform that is so close to the Lord of Mankind and his heirs, but is eclipsed by the glory of the first two. On top, the palm-printer sighed softly.

"It's a pity that it was wasted on this father and son: what a waste of resources."

Macado shook his head repeatedly, and then glanced to the side, looking a little teasing for a moment.

"Seriously, Morgan: I never thought you were such an emotional person."

The palmer's lips bit hard on the words "emotional", and the sarcasm in them was self-evident.

"How did you arrange such a line for the Emperor that makes people break out in cold sweat, but Horus just can't resist and is not even willing to think about it deeply: as if you have witnessed this scene with your own eyes?"

After saying that, he chuckled again, taunting himself.

"And more importantly, this kind of line is so consistent with our great lord: I have also arranged for the Emperor to have his opening remarks, but I have never seen him express it so fluently: Our lord of mankind must be speaking from In my heart, I love these disgusting words you taught him, and I love applying them to Horus even more."

"Look at them: There's almost a real spark between father and son."

"This is terrible."

Malcador shivered.

"It's like a ghost story."

【……】

After a while, a faint cold snort came from the direction of the Spider Queen.

[Handprinter, let me tell you what a real ghost story is. 】

Morgan held two fingers together and rubbed her temples with a slight headache. Most of her thoughts were still stuck in the conclusion that the palmer had made not long ago: that the energy was placed on the Warmaster's crown, and it was said that it was related to her An ominous aura that is very similar to the psychic aura.

It's unsettling just to think about it: after all, even the murderer can't be identified.

There are at least... six suspects?

【……】

When did she get off with so many guys at the same time?

Morgan only felt his head hurt more.

Although Malcador said again that what he just said might be his own illusion, after all, the other two psychic masters present did not notice anything wrong at all: the crown had passed through the hands of the emperor, how could the Lord of Humanity Maybe you don’t notice anything wrong above?

If so.

Morgan, who has also been handed over, may not be as good as the palmer who has lived for six thousand years in terms of experience and psychic skills, but if compared with instinctive senses and sharpness, the gifted original body can suppress the horse. Cardo just has more say than him.

Even Magnus was no exception.

Therefore, although the touch of the palmer was so strong at the time, when he found that the other two were not aware of it at all, Malcador began to wonder if he had some hallucination here: after all, during this period It is indeed too much work. Even an immortal cannot bear it mentally. It is a thing of the past that some problems will arise.

But even so, Malcador's confession did not make Morgan feel relieved. The Spider Queen secretly remembered this matter and hung it on Horus's main entry. She watched the emperor's reaction closely. On the other hand, he was helplessly dealing with the new topic from Malcador.

Glancing a few meters away, Morgan didn't even bother to hide the sharpness of her expression at the overwhelming love between father and son.

[Do you know, Malcador? 】

She lowered her voice.

[The script I gave to the Emperor only involves two paragraphs: the first paragraph is the speech when he awards the title of Warmaster to Horus, and the second paragraph is when he divides the titles into various primarchs later. Performance and statements, do you know what this means? 】

"mean……"

Malcador was stunned for a moment: his expression immediately became very exciting. "You mean..."

【Yes. 】

Morgan smiled emotionlessly.

[Those words just now, those beautiful questions and answers between father and son: they were all thought by the emperor himself. 】

[What happened in front of us, these heartfelt words, these strong feelings, these sincere words, these are not like things that the emperor can come up with at all. They are 100% my father's self-expression: this does not even include Any element of the performance, the Emperor did it completely from the heart, he believed every word he said. 】

[His first son, his greatest heir, the person he is most proud of among all his primarch bloodlines...]

[These are all true: these compliments were all thought up by the Emperor himself. 】

【How touching. 】

"..."

[So, you have seen the result. 】

Morgan blinked, and she ended the topic with another cold snort.

[It’s not that he’s not good at words, he was just too lazy to do so before. 】

[We are too lazy to do this. 】

[As for Horus...]

The Spider Queen raised her chest and looked in the direction of the Emperor and the Wolf God.

[Let’s take a look. 】

[For Horus, he was not even willing to let his precious son walk to the balcony alone and accept the allegiance of the entire army: he wanted to go along with him and level the cornerstone of the Warmaster with the majesty of his own army. 】

"Oh my god..."

Malcador followed and looked, only to find that what Morgan said was absolutely correct: after ending the touching silence between them, Haohuan was about to embark on the next journey, and he wanted to bring him the highest glory from this place. In the auditorium, he walked to the terrace facing the entire square and showed his warmaster's crown to the nineteen legions and millions of mortal auxiliary soldiers.

Tell them that from now on, he will be their commander.

He is the second person they need to devote all their loyalty and honor to.

There is no doubt that this is difficult: leaving aside the mortal troops, among the nineteen Astartes Legions alone, there are many people who do not want to obey the authority of the Wolf Shepherd.

Therefore, when these potential rebels raise their heads with disdain, their eyes must sink quickly, because they will sadly discover: beside Horus, stands the only one who looks at the entire galaxy. A reason that makes them willing to surrender.

——————

That is the Emperor.

Bathed in his father's glory, bathed in the looks of millions of warriors, bathed in Ullanor's breeze that still carries the stench of blood, Horus never felt that he was far away from the true glory, the true glory. The greatness has never been so close.

Millions of warriors stood silently, thousands of flags fluttered in the wind, and countless victories and legends flowed under his hands until they turned into heavy gold in power: even in the most luxurious dream of his past years, The Shepherd God never imagined that one day he would be able to gain the loyalty of all these warriors.

Even if it's just on the surface.

Horus narrowed his eyes slightly. The crown on his head was still heavy and rough, but he was already submerged in genuine joy. He was like a child who had received an expensive gift. He was still a little confused in the joy, and instinctively turned to his right hand. While looking, he looked at his only support in this galaxy.

The Emperor was watching him.

The father is smiling: a simple smile is more powerful than a legion's war cry.

+ Say something to them, kid. +

The Lord of Mankind put one of his hands on the Warmaster's shoulder. Unknown to him, he had already taken off the laurel crown on his forehead. This formed such a sharp contrast with the shining golden ornaments on Horus' head. , although the emperor never said a word, even the most stupid warrior realized what happened.

They are crying silently. Millions of brave warriors who are not afraid of death are silently accumulating blood in their hearts at this moment, even though there were rumors decades ago, even though the announcement just now has spread throughout the world. Ullanor, but they still have luck, and they still don't want to believe the truth.

The Emperor was leaving them.

Instead...

"Horus."

The Warmaster whispered his name, which gave him infinite strength. Taking a step forward, he walked to the edge of the terrace. Encouraged by his father, he looked at so many warriors for the first time and at the people he was going to guide and protect. These people.

He wanted to say something, of course he wanted to say something to them, of course he knew what he should say to them.

In this sad moment, in this glorious day, in this moment where doubt and fear are growing in the hearts of millions of people, when countless loyal and brave people need a new courage and a new touch of guidance, the Shepherd God knows What exactly do they need?

They needed a slogan.

A slogan that can unite everyone, break through the differences between the Legion and the world, encompass such a great expedition, and summarize all the victories, bloodshed and glory of the Empire since its establishment.

Just that sentence.

Horus raised his fist.

The next moment, millions of people will follow his voice, his views, and the oath he made to them: their collective will will spread like a whirlwind throughout Ullanor, breaking through the limitations of the atmosphere and space. , eventually spreading throughout the lands of the Great Crusade.

Tell everyone his answer.

Tell them...

Horus shouted at the top of his lungs.

“for the Emperor!!!”

The sound cut through the fear.

The next moment, endless shouts followed, and as he imagined, there was almost no room for silence: millions of mournful warriors raised their fists in unison, following the Warmaster's first command.

“for the Emperor!!!”

The three armies shook together, and the earth shook.

Everyone was shouting, and the frenzied air felt like the air was burning.

But no one cares.

“for the Emperor!!!”

Just like this slogan.

For the Emperor.

For humanity.

For the Empire.

For the Great Crusade.

For all of them...

——————

Maybe one day.

Or for himself.

"..."

Yes, for himself...

Horus blinked, and this wonderful idea flashed through his mind.

At the same time, the wonderful crown on his head was also shining with a faint light.

——————

Let me tell you something.

Because I was coding on my mobile phone, according to Pinyin, the three commonly used words [Warrior], [Zhuang Sen] and [War Commander] are very close to each other. It is very easy to make mistakes if I am in a hurry.

So, please don’t be surprised if you see millions of Warmasters, millions of Jonsons, Horus Jonsons, Fearless Warmasters or Caliban Warmasters in the future, they are all just mistakes.