Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[I know this is strange to say, my brother Sanguinius. 】

[But the fact is that when the three of us sit down and compare our dollars and cents over things on Nicaea, I always feel that I am the one who is superfluous: when Guilliman and Mortarion During the tit-for-tat confrontation, I sat next to them, silent, like a useless light bulb. 】

[In many cases, I can’t even understand the...data? 】

"data?"

[That’s right: performance also has positive and negative values. 】

"I thought only mortals could play these useless numbers games."

[Numbers game? 】

"Isn't it: I have to twist the living lives and the brains that can think independently into fixed numbers on the panel. In addition to being able to use them to show off to others my power and willfulness as a superior, I also have to twist them into fixed numbers on the panel. Can it produce any other value?”

"But it does survive to this day, Chagatai Khan: that has its purpose."

"What can be spread is not necessarily a good thing: ask the ancients who just stepped out of Holy Terra and marched into the boundless Milky Way. Tell them that after tens of thousands of years of civilization development, the entire human civilization is still implementing a monarchy and dictatorship system. Look, Let’s see how many people will laugh out loud.”

"We can even take off the sun, but we can never take off the damn crown."

[Okay, Chagatai: We two are not here to hear you being cynical. 】

The Spider Queen put down the tea cup and glanced inside absentmindedly: on the surface of the unfinished tea, a pair of eyes with obvious tired eye marks were rippling with the waves, and the few silver threads that were there were also extremely dry. .

[I am already very tired: too tired to murder another brother. 】

Morgan heard himself sigh.

[If you have nowhere to vent, just wait for the Nicaea Hall in a few days. 】

At the end of her words, the original body didn't even bother to show off her courtesy, and her tone was filled with threats and emphasis: the two remaining people at the round table looked at her in unison, their demigod-like faces showing different shapes. .

The archangel sitting on Morgan's left obviously didn't want to get involved in this conflict and was happy to stay in the auditorium where he was assigned. He picked up the tea cup and seemed to be carefully savoring the drink that the servitor had just brought to him. , but through the basalt wall behind Sanguinius, which was as smooth and clear as a mirror, Morgan could easily see the corner of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed at all.

She rolled her eyes in her mind. This concealment skill was not even as good as Conrad's: Conrad somehow knew that at this moment, he must turn around quickly, call out to the unsuspecting Savita loudly, and then pretend As if giving instructions about something important, he showed a ferocious smile to the confused Prince of Crows.

The only negative consequence of this was that Savita turned around and quietly stuffed two dozen psychiatrists and psychiatrists on the Nightshade: and then after these medical masters had practiced with the Night Lords and crew members on the Nightshade, they all used I applied for long-term sick leave for psychological reasons.

Don't ask her how she knew: the crew of the Night Veil did not need a visa to rest in the exclusive healing world of the Dawn Goddess, but they needed to be approved by the original body, even if it was a passport given by Savita.

Morgan sighed slightly, and recalling the little things in the past made her tired mind feel slightly better. Taking this opportunity, the original body looked at her eagle blood relatives, preparing to face a storm that was likely to come.

But what is surprising is that Khan's performance was unexpectedly calm: he responded to the sisters' disrespect with silence, and seemed to be thinking about Morgan's words seriously. After a moment, he actually nodded to show concessions. .

"Morgan, my sister, I mean no disrespect to your efforts."

【You can see it. 】

Morgan smiled.

[It would be better to say that your respect is not in line with our relationship. 】

“Discussing things as they happen is a basic quality.”

Khan still had his eyes closed.

"No matter what we were in the past, we are now de facto allies, soldiers who need to advance and retreat together on Nicaea: Magnus is no longer worth looking forward to, and Guilliman, Jonson and others are embarrassed and useless. , it would be too stupid for the three of us to have more conflicts here."

After saying this, he glanced at Morgan.

"If you're really tired, I can take on more responsibility in the meeting."

"Anyway, they already have a lot of opinions about me and my legion: it doesn't matter if we have more."

The Great Khan's voice was weird, and he couldn't figure out whether he was proud of it or regretful that his compatriots were all idiots.

"Don't you think about me, Chagatai?"

At this time, the angel suddenly spoke.

"I'm also a member of the alliance, right?"

The Khan just scratched him.

"Alright: Have you figured out how to engage Mortarion and Leman Russ in close combat?"

The angel stopped talking, and there were only whispers floating in the air.

"I should have waited for Fulgrim and come here with him..."

"It's useless for him to come, not to mention Fulgrim won't be able to get through for a while."

As a member of the Maelstrom, Khan obviously knew the current situation of the Phoenix Lord very well.

“The situation of pirates in the Maelstrom far exceeded Fulgrim’s initial expectations: although he repelled the pirates’ front and eliminated most of them, the remaining number were still a threat. "Whether he can catch up with the meeting in Nicaea is a question."

"But then again, you two are of no use to begin with, right?"

"Didn't what you said hurt me a little too much, brother?"

The angel frowned and looked at the imperial eagle with a sad face: Of course he knew that Morgan was not included in the two, but he was included anyway.

"I'm just telling the truth."

This time, Jaghatai didn't even bother to look away: after a long period of sincere cooperation, if Jaghatai Khan's sense of Morgan has improved a lot, then his impression of Sanguinius It must have dropped by about the same amount.

After all, there is nothing better than working side by side to make people realize Sanguinius's... style of doing nothing.

This kind of man is indeed fit to be a ruler: but what he needs now are allies!

Khan frowned. He didn't touch his drink the whole time.

"Okay, stop acting, brother."

Jaghatai's voice was hoarse, and Sanguinius also recovered in an instant. The sadness a moment ago had long disappeared. The archangel continued to taste his cup leisurely like a beautiful statue. of drinks: He knew Khan was going to ask some serious questions.

Jaghatai seemed to be sighing.

“Our division of labor has always been clear.”

"Morgan is responsible for strategizing, Guilliman is responsible for helping her as much as possible, Magnus is responsible for being a good vase: of course, he himself does not need to know this, and I am responsible for rushing up during the meeting to engage in hand-to-hand combat and squeeze out as much as possible. Magnus’ time to speak.”

"Actually, Guilliman is also suitable for this job."

The angel muttered softly: But before Khan could tell him to shut up, Morgan, who had always looked lifeless, responded.

[He is indeed suitable. 】

"What?"

Both of them were a little surprised.

[I said: Guilliman is indeed suitable to rush forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat when the time comes. 】

[He has a... secret weapon. 】

“Performance and plus/minus?”

It was the Khan's contemptuous snort.

[No, more. 】

The Primarch waved his hand.

[You will know by then: on the Endurance anyway. What confused me the most was the scene where Guilliman was fighting Mortarion with his secret weapon, and our Macragge actually won. We can look forward to his performance on Nicaea. play. 】

"That's it."

When the angel nodded blankly, Khan had already thought of something.

"Hopefully it's like I thought it would be."

He smiled, his thin lips like a shining scimitar.

【It’s just what you think. 】

Morgan nodded, but the smile in his tired pupils had a different flavor.

【data. 】

"Data? It makes sense: after all, he is Guilliman. No matter what others think, he must have enough [data] in his hands."

"Let the facts speak for themselves."

Khan's words made Sanguinius next to him raise his eyebrows.

"Didn't you just denounce the so-called harm of data in front of us, brother?"

"I hate it, but I tolerate it."

Faced with this obvious criticism, Chagatai Khan's expression did not change at all. He just turned his head and looked at the archangel indifferently: during this period, he had already thought of a way to fight back.

"After all, I can tolerate you."

"..."

Sanguinius was silent again.

To be honest, he actually hated chatting with Chagatai Khan.

But Khan did not let him go.

"I can tolerate you because you can still be of some use."

The eagle stared at his brother.

"After all, we need to know the Emperor's attitude on this matter at all times: who else can compare to a brother on Nicaea who supports us and the Emperor at the same time, who appears to defend Magnus but secretly betrays his brother? , can we convey these messages in a more timely manner?”

This was enough to arouse suspicion and blood feud among several legions, but it plunged headlong into the deep pool between the three of them, without even the slightest echo splashing out: they just took the time to recuperate, and were already used to all this. Not to mention the Spider Queen who was not surprised, even Sanguinius, who was being held in a meeting by Khan in front of him, only slightly frowned, and even the smile on his lips did not waver for a moment.

This made Chagatai Khan's brows begin to frown more and more.

After a moment of silence, the angel's sighs and words melted his ice.

"Jaghatai, my brother, do you still have such prejudice against me and Fulgrim?"

"certainly."

Khan didn't hesitate.

"When I learned that you and Fulgrim, two guys who openly supported Magnus, had already sold him out in private, I understood that your behavior was fundamentally It’s true: this is the only reason that prevents me from unsheathing my sword.”

"Of course I know."

The angel shook his head.

"So: we don't actually want you to come to the Nicaea meeting."

"But it's no different now."

Sanguinius spread his hands.

"Didn't you also join in, my brother Jaghatai? In the final analysis, we are all the same. We don't have any deep hatred against Magnus, but he does need to learn a lesson: Of course you You can hate Fulgrim and I for our betrayal from the beginning, but you know that you are not qualified to condemn our goals."

"What's more, by your standards: aren't you also a traitor?"

The angel grinned, but Jaghatai Khan remained silent.

"Don't be nervous, brother, we are doing this for Magnus's own good, aren't we?"

"..."

"Just like I said."

Khan did not respond to this statement; he was simply emphasizing his point.

"Only on Nikaea: we are allies fighting side by side."

"And Magnus is our enemy."

The last sentence was added by the archangel to Khan with a smile.

Chagatai's face looked very ugly.

But he didn't argue.

"Speak, Sanguinius."

He brought up another topic.

"Does the Lord of Humanity have any new ideas now?"

"Is this..."

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"Actually, I can't tell clearly."

"But his views on Nikaea and think tanks have never changed."

"Still so stubborn and greedy: classic Macragge syndrome."

When he met with Horus, the originally taciturn Lord of Death opened his long-lost chatterbox and began to talk in front of the Wolf God: complaints and anger danced together, contempt and emotion. Flying together, in just a few minutes, Horus's rapidly calloused ears could decipher the contents of most of the negotiation.

Including the hypocrisy of both parties in the negotiation and the contract that is worse than sand, as well as Guilliman's almost annoying statistics, and Morgan's sometimes eccentric and sometimes humble split, plus the two of them are like a husband and wife opening a shop, coming from The combination of data and speaking skills is something that has long been a cliché.

The only interesting thing is that even in his lengthy complaints, the Lord of Death did not forget to squeeze out time to specifically boast about the Macraggeans' noble taste for refreshing drinks.

Horus felt the same way: could anyone really drink the local drink of Barbarus prepared by Mortarion himself without changing his expression? He keeps those things as neuroviruses.

But what really concerned him was another thing Mortarion said.

"Wait, brother."

The Shepherd God waved his hand.

"You just said: Do you think the most difficult thing is the joint attack of Guilliman and Morgan?"

"They work together perfectly!"

Mortarion clenched his fists, crushing his invisible enemy into powder bit by bit.

"You should have been there, Horus, you should have seen it!"

"I even suspect that the two of them had colluded before the meeting. When they cooperated verbally, they didn't even need any preliminary preparation, not even any hints in words or eyes: That's it! That's it. It’s like… it’s like…”

"Like Macbeth and his lady?"

"Ah? Yes! Madam!"

"...What lady?"

After instinctively responding, the Lord of Death became confused.

"Ah, nothing."

The Wolf Shepherd used a smile to cover up the gloom that was gradually building up in his pupils.

"It's just a well-known rumor: specifically describing Guilliman and Morgan."

"A cheap metaphor for mortals."

Mortarion hummed disdainfully, but then he hesitated.

"But..."

"But what?"

"But it's quite vivid."

The primarch shook his head.

"When the two of them joined hands and started talking about each other, I really felt that I was the redundant one in the negotiation: they were there with their own data and words, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, and I was sitting there. That's like a helpless light bulb."

"Many times, I don't even understand the... kind of linkage between their words? Tacit understanding?"

Speaking of this, the poisonous gas around Motali became thicker.

"What a disgrace... I must wash away this disgrace on Nikaea!"

Immediately afterwards, the Barbarus looked at the Wolf Shepherd with expectant eyes.

"You'll help me, right, brother?"

"certainly."

Horus quickly smiled.

"Don't worry, Mortarion."

"I...I will definitely stand unswervingly on the side of the truth."