Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 737 Emperor-LILY

"The Emperor is waiting for you inside."

"Go in."

This was not the first time Morgan visited the Emperor's Dream alone.

But in her current impression, this was definitely the most tense time.

In the Great Crusade before this, the Spider Queen had done similar solo meetings no less than twenty times: when the Golden Guards of the Lord of Mankind looked at the Dawnbreakers under Morgan's command, although they generally trusted their abilities, they were always unwilling to further trust their loyalty.

Therefore, whenever the Emperor summoned his only daughter to the flagship for a conversation or to issue a mission, the Dawnbreakers' guards were always forbidden to accompany her. At the beginning, they were not even allowed to follow their Primarch into the teleportation array.

It was not until later that Morgan's status with the Emperor rose, and the people responsible for receiving her were replaced by the Emperor with the most gentle group of imperial guards, and the Primarch's guards were allowed to warp together into the teleportation room of the Emperor's Dream.

But despite this, they were still not allowed to leave the room itself, and the golden walls blocked the warriors' footsteps: when the tribunes of the Custodians personally supervised, even powerful figures like Lana and Bayar had to show proper respect.

However, these are all old stories.

After the storm on Nicaea dealt an unimaginable blow to the human empire, after the Custodians used their ruthless blades to imprison the entire fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion, every ship that remained in this system was shrouded in confusion, silence, and restlessness, even the Emperor's Dream was not immune.

This flagship of the Lord of Mankind has become the eye of the storm of the whole incident. Thousands of eyes stared at the silent giant ship day and night: they were uneasy because of the silence of the Emperor lurking in it, but the Custodians guarding this giant ship were also nervous because of the prying from all directions.

As expected, when Morgan stepped onto the deck of the Emperor's Fantasy again, she was greeted by complete indifference and vigilance: at least 500 guardsmen were on standby, with swords drawn and guns loaded. The short warmth that had come from a long time had melted away like spring snow.

A closer look revealed that those old faces that the Primarch had known for a long time had been transferred away in advance: most of them had already rushed to the sky above Prospero.

Instead, there was a group of radicals represented by Diocletian, who were just about to point their guns at Morgan's head: there was no words or respect in their eyes when they looked at the Spider Queen.

Fortunately, she left Lana, Bayar and others on the ship in advance this time.

The Primarch's mind was in a mess, and her thoughts were in chaos because of the concentrated outbreak of things during this period, but despite this, Morgan was still keenly aware that the Emperor's Fantasy was too quiet today.

It was so quiet that it was abnormal.

The Primarch's eyebrows jumped.

She knew that before this, the Emperor's Dream was a very quiet warship.

Unlike its huge size that exceeded the limits of human imagination, because most of its functions have been automated, very few people are needed to operate the Emperor's flagship: when necessary, no people are needed at all.

The engine room can operate silently, and the artillery fire that is enough to flatten countless civilizations is still deadly and accurate even without anyone operating it: the only life this warship needed in the past was a large number of armed guards and non-combatants who were responsible for maintenance or blessing work on weekdays.

These people either patrol silently in the marble corridors of the Golden Palace, or shuttle on the deck of the Emperor's Dream, wiping the thousands of statues and war temples in this giant space city: in Morgan's impression, these silent and hardworking servants are the only kind of life she can feel on this ship.

But today, even these pitiful vitality disappeared: the servants were not sure whether they were taken for inspection or transferred from their original positions. In short, when the Primarch walked on the deck, she felt the dead silence that made her extremely uneasy.

Morgan began to think, and she had to think so seriously: behind the solemn assurance of the Sigillite Malcador, has the Emperor achieved any decent results in the war against the dark thoughts in his heart? Or is he at a critical juncture of losing cities and territories?

Judging from the performance of this battleship: no one is optimistic about the result anyway.

[……]

Forget it: let her confirm it herself.

After thinking about this, Morgan adjusted her state: she ignored the gazes of the guards beside her, neither respect nor intend to perform any extra etiquette, and casually knocked on the heavy door in front of her, which was slightly larger than a dreadnought, as her courtesy to the Emperor.

[It's me. 】

The Primarch's lips touched, and then he pushed the door open.

It was heavier than she thought.

By the way, every time she visited the Emperor's Dream, the Emperor would specially change a room to receive her: Was he afraid that she would secretly remember the terrain here?

Morgan snorted softly, and the harsh sound of the door closing behind her made her upset: the original body quickly searched around and found that this was an ordinary library: in any mortal elementary school on the Dawn Goddess, It comes standard with a Wisdom Palace that has a more academic feel than this pitiful place.

【Father? 】

She tentatively spoke, her voice echoing among the bookshelves, tables and chairs, and it was hoarse than she originally expected: Soon, the emperor's response came from a corner, because through the dense bookshelves, it was The Primarch needs to take a few steps to expand his horizons.

+I'm here. +

It's strange, this is not a word, but a psychic feeling in his mind: as if there is some reason why he can't speak now.

The original body tilted his head, but still followed the direction of the voice obediently.

He kept taunting as he walked.

[Makado told me that this might be the last time the two of us can communicate face to face in the next fifty years: he told me to cherish this opportunity. 】

The sound of footsteps echoed far away.

[But to be honest, father, I think this sentence should be said to you. After all, I have never had anything...]

【……】

【……】

+Nothing? +

【……】

(*)

Morgan's frivolous voice stopped abruptly the moment her footsteps turned the corner.

Her voice, her breath, her thoughts and even her soul all invariably fell into silence and stagnation after seeing what existed in the new horizon: falling into a short circuit in the realm of thought.

【You...this...】

She opened her mouth wide, showing a sluggish expression that she had never seen before: her originally bright blue pupils were so wide that they looked like two lifeless coins, and the tip of her nose that should have been straight was widened at the same time. The eyes and lips are squeezed together up and down, pulling on the cheekbones, making the whole face look like a funny child.

The original body's breathing stopped, and her facial features were stretched to the limit. Only her pupils were still dancing due to instinctive reactions, and her neck was stuck up and down, like a swan that was caught by the neck, but I can't even squeeze out even half a sentence.

【You...you...】

+What am I? +

When the corners of the Spider Queen's mouth opened wide due to excessive shock, even the crystals that damaged her image began to accumulate, even the Lord of Humanity, who was sitting there, fully intending to enjoy his daughter's embarrassment, began to couldn't help but He reminded her aloud.

+What do you... want to say? +

【……】

Morgan did not reply. After her overwhelmed rationality returned a little, the original body took the time to regain her hearing, carefully identifying every tone she heard to avoid her pitiful pupils deceiving her: but in fact, The answer that came back from my ears was equally sad.

At this moment, the emperor's originally rich and charming voice was so...

Crisp?

Even...sweet?

Compared with him...she...it...His current appearance, they really complement each other...

【call--】

When the Spider Queen finally came back to her senses, her first reaction was to take a deep breath to prevent these things from being imagined by her brain due to lack of oxygen: and when she realized that the madness in front of her had not dissipated, , the Spider Queen's lips were trembling to the point where it was difficult to say a complete sentence.

[You...you...are you serious? 】

"How to say?"

The Emperor laughed.

The silver bell-like voice is even more innocent than Morgan's favorite daughter, Virgo.

【……All right】

The voice was so real that no one could deny its existence, and the Primarch had to admit reality: she had to admit what she saw as she turned the corner.

What did she see?

In an empty room surrounded by bookshelves on three sides, on a small wooden table and a slightly compact chair, a slender, sweet-looking little girl with long dark brown hair is standing with her legs bare and her legs crossed. Standing on her feet, she waited patiently for her daughter.

This is... uh...

Let’s call him an emperor.

Although Morgan really didn't want to admit it.

Her eyes searched everywhere, so embarrassed that she didn't know where to put them, but she couldn't help but look at the current attire of the Lord of Humanity: her skin color was like slightly thicker honey, and under her slender black eyebrows, A pair of slightly scarlet almond-shaped eyes, and the hair hanging down to the waist was casually wrapped with a belt, lazily spread on the white dress that needed to be tied up.

【What...are you doing? 】

Morgan could swear that she had never been so rude in front of the Emperor... no, she had never been so rude in front of anyone: whether it was Jonson's former spendthrift, Conrad's mischief, or those unimaginable monsters in the galaxy. , have never given the Spider Queen's steely heart such a violent shock.

As expected of her father...

No... wait... could this thing in front of me really be her genetic father?

The Primarch had to doubt this.

+What should I do? +

The Emperor smiled. If Morgan chose to cover her eyes at this time and just listen to the voice, she would definitely believe that this was a little girl who was in elementary school or in the first grade of junior high school: such a voice was related to the Emperor in her memory. Together, it’s really something more uncomfortable than death.

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+ Do you want to know the answer? +

[……]

This sentence made the Primarch feel familiar: she knew what was coming next.

[So…]

Morgan sighed.

[Another mission? ]

+Yes. +

The Emperor put down the book, raised his head, and looked at his daughter.

+If I remember correctly, you have always had a tradition of creating daughters for yourself, right: what are your creations called? Star Maids or something else? +

[What does this have to do with you? ]

Morgan tried her best to barely put together her old smile: she no longer cared about how rude her tone was now.

+I encountered some... troubles. +

The Emperor chose his words.

+So, I need to separate a part of my soul or essence from my body and store it in a safe place. +

[For example, in the body of a strange little girl who looks no more than thirteen years old? ]

+This is not strange. +

The Emperor shook his head.

+This is me, the me in the past, but that was a long time ago: among the countless identities I have experienced, I actually like this skin now. +

+You know? A long time ago, this body was more in line with the aesthetics of mortals than your curvy body. +

[……]

Morgan's eyes widened: she suddenly wanted to shoot herself in the head.

[So, what do you want to say? ]

+Just like I said before. +

+I need to hide a part of my essence in a corner of the galaxy, a corner that others will not notice, just like a star maid newly created by a spider queen in the Far East for herself: no one would think that a part of the Lord of Humanity is hidden in it. +

[……]

Morgan felt that he seemed to be silent more often today

[You mean to say that I need to take you back to the Far East border in this state, and then declare that you are my newly created star maid, and put you together with Virgo and others to complete your plan to avoid the eyes of others? ]

+It's a part of me. +

The Emperor corrected.

+The real me still needs to devote myself to the great cause of Holy Terra. +

[……]

She needs a slogan for rebellion.

Right now!

Morgan adjusted: mainly to prevent herself from picking up a book or something else at hand and smashing it on the little girl in front of her.

The Spider Queen herself admired herself for being able to laugh out loud.

[Father, please forgive me for this...]

+Lucy. +

[...What? ]

+I said: Lucy. +

The Emperor interrupted his daughter impatiently.

+In front of your people: Remember to call me [Lucy]. +

[Then you are wrong. ]

The Primarch adjusted his breathing: she finally stabilized her mentality.

[In front of my people, I have always called my daughters by code names. ]

[Virgo, Orion, Cassiopeia or Ophiuchus: something like that. ]

[You...which one do you want? 】

＋……＋

The Emperor frowned slightly: He really hadn't thought about this question.

＋Casual: You decide for yourself. ＋

The Primarch laughed: She must confirm whether this is her father or not.

Regardless of other things, any Primarch who switched positions with Morgan would definitely do something similar: except Horus, who would only be ecstatic.

How to confirm it?

[Code names are like this. 】

The Primarch coughed lightly.

[What do you think: Sagittarius, how about it? 】

＋……＋

The Emperor looked at Morgan, and the silent answer echoed in the air between the two.

Did you do it on purpose?

Of course.

"Bang!"

The severe pain came, and in the moment when the Primarch had no time to react, the overwhelming psychic energy directly knocked her out, not only breaking through half of the room, but also hundreds of bookshelves that were stripped either turned into ashes or simply submerged the fallen Morgan under them.

【Hehehe...】

When the tearing pain came from all over his body, the Lord of Avalon, who was slow to react, could not tell whether his voice was a groan or a laugh in the shadows.

Damn...

This is really her biological father!

Is she going to support her biological father in the future?

He is right next to her?

On the Aurora?

【...】

This is really an unforgettable souvenir from Nikea.

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Hiss...

Hey, wait!

On her ship: Is there also an old thing from Terra?