Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"It's funny that Jaghatai Khan would be the first of all, and that the Emperor could actually chat with him for a while and make every line so vivid: you considered this in your plan Development, Morgan?”

【certainly. 】

[I considered every possibility, thousands of hypotheses and story lines, and Jaghatai Khan was not the most surprising option: you know that of all people, I least expected to see Li Manrus came too early. 】

"Yes: after all, the position we were prepared to give him was a bit too much."

The Spider Queen chuckled at the helpless sigh of the palmer, but Conrad and Jonson beside her did not react at all: after all, even though they were not far apart, Magnu's psychic level was far superior to that of the other brothers. However, if he didn't use his true power, he wouldn't be able to smoothly eavesdrop on what Morgan was thinking in his heart.

Therefore, gradually, the original body developed a good habit of smiling in her heart. She can at least ensure that in the current galaxy, except for her genetic father, who is upright on the surface, but secretly knows some tricks, no one Able to eavesdrop on her own thoughts without disturbing her at all.

Even the Palmist is no exception. The only thing Malcador can do is to jointly set up a two-way psychic communication channel with the Spider Queen's acquiescence: the two people holding the microphone can cut it off at any time.

In this psychic communication channel that only the two of them can perceive, even if the Spider Queen and the Palmist roar at the top of their lungs or accuse each other, the Primarch who is only a few feet away from them will not notice at all: let alone The reluctant partners had long since learned to be at peace with each other.

If you only look at the daily interactions between Morgan and Malcador, then anyone would mistakenly think that they are actually a pair of harmonious and like-minded grandsons or old friends: even under the invisible level, between Holy Terra and the Far East Where the border interests intersect, the agents under the Primarch and the Palmist produce a large number of casualties every year.

Moreover, as the national power of the entire Far Eastern frontier is growing day by day, and Holy Terra needs to suppress more and more fronts, the men of the Seal Master have gradually become more and more precarious from the initial offensive: about three years ago, Ma Cardor no longer sent his most capable mortal agents to the eastern front. Even he could not afford such attrition.

But these are all small problems. In the face of the unlimited cooperation space between the original body and the palmer, dozens or hundreds of human lives will not even be measured as bargaining chips: when Malcador and Morgan discussed each gene source for the last time, When possible, they naturally ignored the blood splattered on their boots.

after all……

"I care more about Leman Russ's opinion of you than these."

Malcador smiled, and his gloating was not concealed at all: the cooperation and confrontation between the Palmist and the original body may be a topic that can never be concluded, but their attitudes towards each other have been fixed. There is a heightened appreciation for one another's abilities and a lot of ridicule of each other's predicaments.

So similar, exactly the same.

Malcador was about to truly believe that when the Emperor created Morgan, he indeed used part of his genes to replace the part that originally belonged to Erda: Just look at the difference between the Spider Queen and her brother. The bearer felt that he could be proud of himself. He was at least better than Bildad.

[Stop your laughter, Magnus is right next to you. 】

Morgan bit the soft flesh on the inner corner of his lip in annoyance and closed his eyes again.

[However, you are right. 】

[If Leman Russ knew that I had come up with the position that the Emperor was going to give him, then the brother-sister relationship between me and him would definitely collapse, and there would be no room for redemption: so Cover me well, Sealbearer, and make Russ believe that this is all the Emperor's wisdom. 】

"It's a little difficult."

Malcador assured without any sincerity.

"And I'm also curious: Do you think Ruth will love you to death, or hate you to death?"

[Look at the time. 】

The Spider Queen glanced at the brother they were discussing without any trace.

[In the beginning, Leman Russ might have loved me to death for this. 】

[But in the end, he will definitely want to skin me and cramp me with hatred: after all, I personally pushed him into the fire. 】

"Isn't this the fate of Clover?"

The Sealmaster was mumbling riddles that Morgan didn't understand at all. The Spider Queen simply stopped paying attention to him and focused her gaze on the Emperor's face again: Jaghatai Khan walked back to his brother's house expressionlessly. In the procession, faced with everyone's curiosity and inquiries, Chogolis's eagle did not answer a single word.

Strange to say, the distance was only seven or eight meters, far from the hearing range of each Primarch: but the Emperor could deprive the Primarchs of their most basic powers at will, just by clapping his hands.

This is necessary, after all, some people receive contradictory blessings.

Besides, maybe there are people who just want to be the Emperor's eyes, rather than some other body part?

The Spider Queen grinned. She had always thought this was an interesting bad idea: because they really couldn't decide which titles could sound comparable to Warmaster, they could only forcibly change Horus' Warmaster positioning into [Heart of the Emperor] 】, and then find eighteen physiological organs from the body of the Lord of Humanity that may be materialistic or not, but at least sound important.

There is nothing that can be done about it. After all, human history has a long history. With the imagination of the Emperor, the Palmist and the Primarch, any honorary title they can conceive has appeared in the past human history, and it is natural. Along with the memory in the genes, it will appear in the knowledge base of each original body.

You said, why are you stuffing so many useless things into their heads?

Morgan also started muttering.

But the problem is that human history is too long. Any title or honor you can think of, if placed in the history of tens of thousands of years of civilization, there will always be one or two... not very good. label.

Moreover, you can't stop the Primarchs from thinking wildly about these textual issues.

Why is he the Emperor's belly and I am just the Emperor's teeth: is this implying that I only work for him?

It was perfectly normal for a view like this to grow in the Primarch's mind.

so……

Morgan took a deep breath.

[Let’s wait and see which part of himself the Emperor will cut off next. 】

[At the end, all that is left is a skeleton sitting on the throne. 】

The primarch smiled.

[All important body parts and organs have left him, leaving only the skeleton and the sad soul still with him: If this is the price of victory, do you think my father can accept it, Sealbearer? 】

"..."

Malcador was unusually silent.

He seemed to be sighing.

"You're doing something wrong, Morgan."

【What? 】

——————

+This is not a price at all. +

The Lord of Mankind answered the questions from his offspring slowly.

+ Or, Fulgrim: Why do you think my withdrawal from the Great Crusade will be a great sacrifice that moves you? +

"Because being willing to step down from the stage is incredible enough in itself."

"What's more, this is your stage."

Although his voice sounded humble, Fulgrim's appearance still loyally maintained his triumphant personality. He stood proudly and straightforwardly in front of his father, with no more sadness and timidity visible on his face: If If Chagatai hadn't been too fast, he might have been the first to come here.

His views are also the strongest.

"If it were me, I would not leave the stage that belongs to me: we are writing every new chapter in the human history book for hundreds of thousands of years from now on, and your departure is destined to cause huge consequences. Loss, knowing that you will still be watching us, brings a completely different sense and experience.”

"It's... brand new."

This carefully considered word flowed on the Phoenix Lord's lips.

But the Emperor didn't need to say anything. Fulgrim seemed to have adjusted his mentality. After stopping his rant, he ended the speech with a bright smile.

"But I think I'll get used to it: I'm just expressing my regret and reluctance to you."

+I feel it. +

The Emperor nodded. He always maintained an unshakable royal demeanor in front of the Phoenix Lord. At this moment, the Lord of Mankind was the living embodiment of the word "Perfect King" in the entire galaxy. His gaze Phoenix lowered his head willingly.

"That would be perfect: May I know what my responsibilities will be?"

+ is very simple and very important. +

This was what the Emperor was waiting for: now that his child could speak of his own accord, he no longer had to recite a long list of opening remarks.

+Public and private, two different things. +

"Tell me the more serious ones first."

Fulgrim was full of confidence.

The Emperor opened his fingers: an incredible miniature galaxy star map appeared in the palm of his hand. Light green light enveloped the faces of the Emperor and the original body, and the eyes of the phoenix shone brightly.

+Are you surprised? +

"Morgan gave me the same gift many years ago, but it was much bigger."

Fulgrim watched as the Emperor adjusted the star map to a place that looked familiar to him.

"Is this the maelstrom?"

+ It is also your responsibility. +

The Emperor looked at him seriously.

+After the things here are over, I will officially issue an edict: I hope that you, my heir and the Phoenix Lord, will shoulder the responsibility of the supreme guardian of the Maelstrom from today on. This is a title specially set for you. It belongs to Its responsibility is as simple as its name. +

Phoenix hesitated: but his smile was faster than his thoughts.

"Will my blade protect every world in the Maelstrom from now on?"

+ It can be understood that from a purely military perspective, every world in the maelstrom falls within your scope of responsibility, and their residents and managers, no matter who they are, are also responsible for cooperating with your actions: I am in the four You have been chosen among the candidates, Fulgrim, and you have advantages over your brothers. +

"I'm not surprised at all."

Phoenix smiled as humbly as possible: He knew that his competitors were Magnus, Jaghatai Khan, and Vulkan. What was there to be proud of in defeating these four brothers? He was already better than them.

The original body nodded and wrote his oath in the most proud tone.

"Leave it to me, Father."

"Give me a generation, and the Maelstrom will become the empire's most perfect fortress."

+ You have more time to complete. +

The emperor's reasonableness was met with a smile of rejection from Phoenix.

"That's too much trouble, father. I don't want to spend all my time and energy on the Maelstrom: I guess it's not a lifetime title, is it? Maybe I can recommend my successor? "

+ Of course: in the future, if circumstances permit, I would prefer that the guardians of the Maelstrom can be elites among Astartes warriors or even mortals. Your talents do not need to be completely spent on these things. +

"I knew it."

The light in Phoenix's eyes was even brighter: he became eager to try.

"So, it's a private mission?" + Not that serious. +

The Emperor waved his hand, thinking carefully about his next words.

+ I don’t know how I should describe this somewhat abstract task in words, but my Fulgrim, from now on: I want you to be my lips. +

"Lip?"

Phoenix raised his eyebrows, he was simply surprised by this word.

"Sing to everyone?"

+ No, that is the responsibility of your other brother. What I hope you can do is be able to smile at the people of the empire, make them feel our goodwill most intuitively, and in turn, be the first to go Taste or identify what they have to offer us. +

The emperor's eyes stagnated for a moment.

+ To put it simply, I hope you can enrich the great cause we have established from the cultural, aesthetic and spiritual aspects: we hold the resources of the entire galaxy tightly in our hands, and the next thing to do is to eat them into our stomachs, and Lips are the first step in this process. I hope you can identify what is good and what is toxic. I hope you can be the most sensitive one and tell everyone that there is something worth absorbing. . +

+After all, we cannot always maintain a pure military empire. We all know this: our conquests are for the subsequent art and development, to reunify human resources and forge them into a path to The road ahead. +

+ I'm not sure if you understand me, kid, I just want to say... +

"No, Father."

Phoenix interrupted with a smile.

"Can I understand it as the Ministry of Literature and Art, the Ministry of Education, and a part of the Ministry of Interior?"

+It doesn’t stop there. +

"Ah, of course I know: art is only a narrow part of it. You want me to be your lips, to identify those unknown things that you have no time to identify, to select out the existence of aesthetic value, so that they can enter the empire. In the intestines and stomach, throw away those undesirable things, right? "

+ After all, lips are the most important medium through which we communicate with the outside world. +

+You may not be able to see, hear or smell, but you cannot not eat. +

+More importantly, you need to identify what kind of things you can put into your stomach. +

+This is more important than war. +

+ And I know you have this ability. +

"That's right."

Phoenix laughed, and the light in his pupils changed color.

A color called ambition.

"You're right, this is indeed an abstract-sounding responsibility."

"But abstraction is exactly an art style that I have recently started to like."

"I'll know what I need to do."

"I will also understand what you are saying."

——————

"Of course: take it my way."

"Isn't that what I've always done?"

But when the Midnight Ghost carelessly leaned in front of his genetic father, the smile that was too slight to be described as ferocious made the emperor sigh inwardly: It was only then that he realized that he almost never Really communicated with this kid.

But he felt that this was not his problem, because Konrad's resistance to father-son conversations was more obvious: Confirmed, the Emperor looked at his darkest child and found that the midnight ghost seemed to know what he was thinking.

"That's normal, isn't it?"

Conrad spread his hands and greeted Horus, who was frowning behind him, in a friendly manner.

"When the relationship between parents is tense, children will always take sides: I'm just not favoring you. After all, you didn't sign my name on the property division. I belong to the junk stock you refused to take over."

+Conrad, I’m not...+

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter..."

Midnight Ghost chuckled.

"I don't care about these things. After all, I am living a good life now. I am very satisfied with the family atmosphere and development prospects of the small family I am currently in: after all, we have been pulled by her to grow up with great difficulty. I don't want you to What kind of debt dispute will it cause if you come back?"

"She is tired enough: although I do not think you will let her go after all."

+...+

The Emperor's eyes grew cold.

+Why do you think so? +

"Because everything you have done is to lock her tightly next to the cathouse called [Empire]: Yes, I admit that this cathouse is indeed very comfortable, and it will be good to live here. She will Feeling nostalgic for this place is within the scope of your consideration.”

"But seriously..."

This time, Conrad's fangs and teeth exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"We all know that what you gave her was not a reward or care after all, but just some bullshit compensation. After depriving her of her original desires, goals and dreams, she threw in a bunch of indifferent things: This is how we all come about, but this kind of thing is particularly serious for her. "

"What a bastard you are, father: you are even less compassionate than I thought."

+Because compassion is useless. +

The Emperor calmly stared at the increasingly ferocious face of the Midnight Haunter. He had no reaction to Konrad's condemnation and curses, and even blocked the senses of Horus behind him to prevent conflicts between brothers from breaking out here: Quiet After listening to Conrad's heartfelt words, the Lord of Humanity was like a calculating machine, coldly giving out the results of his operation.

+ And you, Conrad: should be of more use now. +

"Will this worry her?"

+You should know that the Far Eastern Frontier has not been positioned as a place of peace from the beginning. +

Conrad snorted lightly and said nothing.

"so?"

+ Therefore, the responsibilities originally given to you are your responsibilities from now on, but the scope of your responsibility will become wider, not only the ghoul stars, but also in the east and north beyond the borders of the human empire, in those areas where we In the untrodden darkness beyond: your duty is there and always will be. +

"A lifetime of hard labor?"

+You deserve it. +

"That's right: after all, this was originally the result of my verdict."

"but……"

Conrad changed the subject.

"I thought you would give the title of exploration to Jaghatai Khan."

+ He is responsible for the safer and more humane part. +

The Lord of Mankind even laughed a little.

+Don’t lie to yourself, Konrad: I created your existence with my own hands. I know very well that your bloodlust cannot be eradicated at all. Both you and your legion need a suitable place to release the bad things in your heart. Only in this way can you keep your claws away and not harm the things you value. +

“Accurate review.”

Conrad nodded, a trace of anger flashing quickly in his pupils.

"And you're a bigger asshole than I thought."

+ Let’s save more praise for after we die. +

The Emperor waved his hand, signaling the Midnight Ghost to stand closer to him.

+ In addition, I have an additional responsibility to give you.

+ When you fulfill your responsibilities in the outer darkness, you should not completely devote your vision to the outside. You should pay attention to the things inside the galaxy, especially those around you: I hope you will get used to it. Yu left a task force behind. +

"I have eighty thousand people in my habit."

+Good: In short, I want you to be my ears, Conrad. +

+ I don’t think I need to explain anymore. +

"Of course: you made that clear."

Midnight Ghost nodded, removed the non-existent courtesy from his head, and gave an exaggerated gentleman's salute to his genetic father.

"Well, that's it for now: I don't think I can afford any more of your expectations."

"goodbye."

"I wish you a happy death, father."

+...+

+Do you really think so? +

——————

"What do I think? Does it matter?"

"Our ideas are of no use when it comes to you."

"All father."

Leman Russ bowed and saluted, every trace of manners and details were just right: in front of people who did not need him to deliberately cover up, the barbarian king of Fenris would naturally disappear, and the originally wild and bloodthirsty wolf eyes would be lost. Replaced by sparkling shrewdness.

This is the real Wolf King.

The Wolf King who pleased the Emperor.

+That was the previous state. +

The Lord of Mankind nodded with satisfaction. Leman Russ has always been a child that made him very worry-free. He may not be well-behaved, but he will never cause trouble. More importantly, he has always treated himself very well. Without a higher status, no matter what the task was, Leman Russ would not react by dirtying his hands.

As for what he was thinking in his heart: The Emperor didn't have time to take care of him so carefully, just like he didn't have to go around in circles in front of the Wolf King.

+I've been through red tape. +

Ruth heard Quan's father sigh.

+ Let's talk it over, Ruth. +

"It couldn't be better."

The Wolf King bared his fangs, and God knows how much he disliked the riddles that popped out of the mouths of the All-Father and the Palm Bearer: Although the Barbarian has always been Leman Russ's external performance, he has been pretending for so long, wild and The image of being unthinking also naturally corroded his soul, making him increasingly troubled by word games.

It's not that I won't, I just don't like it.

The hatred of red tape became the biggest common ground between father and son at this time.

＋To put it simply...＋

The Emperor raised his hand and patted Leman Russ's cold shoulder.

+ After I leave, you can temporarily step down from your duties as a military police officer, Russ. +

"real?"

Leman Russ didn't notice a hint of trembling and hesitation in his tone.

+This is currently the case. +

The emperor's expression was slightly complicated.

+Because I have a more important duty to entrust to you here, my fang. +

"Are you still going to bite people?"

+No, quite the opposite. +

The Emperor shook his head.

+This time, you have to grit your teeth. +

"……What's the meaning?"

＋To put it simply...＋

The Emperor motioned with his eyes to Leman Russ to look at Horus behind him.

+You should know that Horus's Cthunia and your Fenris are the only Legion homeworlds in the Sun Sector: this will accompany the Luna Wolves to the realm of wolves, and Cthunia has become A de facto enclave, only your home planet is still near Terra, Russ. +

+ Moreover, you are the one with the best relationship with Malcador among all the Primarchs, and you are also the person I can trust the most now: I don’t have to worry about your loyalty, nor the tacit understanding between you and Malcador. , don’t worry about your awareness when necessary. +

+So, I decided to hand over the core area of ​​the empire to you. +

The Emperor patted the Wolf King hard on the shoulder.

+ Yes, Dorn and the Imperial Fists will be responsible for guarding Holy Terra, but their numbers are still not enough: you and your Space Wolves will need to shoulder the outer layer of defense of Holy Terra from now on. In other words, he is responsible for guarding the entire Sun Star Territory. +

"You mean..."

Ruth's mouth began to feel dry.

+That’s right. +

The Emperor's smile made the Fenrisians feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

+After the matter here is over, I will issue an order with the power of the Emperor: From the moment I leave, you and the Space Wolves Legion are the gatekeepers of the Solar Sector, holding the power to suppress everyone. +

+ From now on, except for you and your legion, all the Primarchs who are fighting abroad are not allowed to bring any large-scale armed forces to even take a step into the Sun Star Territory, unless they apply to you and Malcador in advance, And with permission from both of you. +

+ If any primarch leads an army into the Sun Star Territory without the mutual consent of you and Malcador, then you have the right to summon him in my name, Russ, and he is only allowed to bring ten The armed attendant will go to the area you designated and report to you the reason why he did what he did. +

+You have the right to decide his fate: allow him or her to be deported. +

+ But if he ignores your summoning order or refuses your expulsion. +

+ Then, everyone will know... +

+Whoever he is. +

+ Whatever he wants to do. +

+No matter how many people will stand up and speak for him. +

+He is a traitor. +

+For traitors to the Empire. +

+For the traitors of humanity. +

+ is also a traitor to me. +