Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[I'm telling you, Trazin. 】

[You will never even think that I brought something back from Nikaea. 】

"A treasure?"

[Using this word to describe... Him is really rude. 】

"oh?"

In many cases, even Trazin the Endless, who has witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations in the galaxy, has to admit one thing: the Spider Queen is a guy who is very good at inducing the emotions of others.

The Lord of Avalon can always use the simplest action: a promise, a treasure or a revelation to make the undead overlord take the initiative to sit on the opposite side of the negotiation table and start counting the remaining chips in his hand.

Frankly speaking, Trazin actually doesn't hate this feeling of being "pulled": for the Endless, who have long lost all precious biological emotions, the kind of "expectation" generated during this period, In other words, the false pheromones of [nervousness] are already a satisfying treasure.

Although he knew that this was just a program compiled from ancient data by the memory array and computing center in the metal skull through real-time deduction of the current situation: but as an ant that had long since perished, poor old Trazin What can you pray for?

For a moment, you can deceive yourself into thinking that you are still alive?

That's enough.

Greed, nervousness, hesitation, as well as the adrenaline code released by the computing center during the fierce game of words, and the violent heartbeat simulated by the electronic furnace: even if they are respected as the overlords of the Necrons, this is not often possible. Great stuff to enjoy.

But on Morgan's ship, in a country where humans are pursuing rebirth, there are always all kinds of little things that make Trazin feel that his ancient body is reborn: this is why he will parasitize the goddess of dawn for hundreds of years. The main reason for the number.

In comparison, a more restrained collection is nothing more than a...cough! It takes a little effort.

The Endless One wasn't lying.

"From your tone, it sounds like this is a treasure worthy of me opening the door to?"

Trazin took a few steps forward and found his own place in the original body's private lounge that was full of life, prosperous but not gorgeous, and found his own place with ease: the obsidian chair was not too close to Morgan's main seat, but Before it, there are only thrones belonging to several other Primarchs.

【Why do you think so】

Morgan slumped in her seat, looking extremely lazy and willful: the seat big enough to seat three Primarchs was tightly wrapped in breakable velvet, and it was more like the throne of the Spider Queen than the throne of the Spider Queen. A gorgeous soft bed is available for her to rest at any time to soothe the increasingly cruel work intensity of the Lord of the Dawnbreakers.

[Listen to me, Trazin. 】

Morgan waved his hand to cover up his uncontrollable yawn. She was wearing a silver-gray turtleneck sweater knitted by Virgo and others. The hem was long enough to cover the lower half of the original body's thighs, and then down. The slender figure was tightly wrapped in smooth black, and the long boots were kicked aside casually, and a dozen pillows for them to pick were spread all over the floor.

[Although the mutually beneficial cooperation between you and me has been very pleasant over the years, I have to remind you this time: Don’t be interested in anything I brought back from Nikaea, old man. , which is not a good thing for your museum. 】

After saying this, the original body plunged into the snow-white soft cushion: being able to say a word of warning was already the limit of the original body's tolerance for Trazin, the great alien leader.

"Really?"

The Endless nodded. Although he remembered these words in his heart, his curiosity was getting stronger and stronger, because the words of the original body seemed a bit strange this time: she did not reject Trazin outright. suggestions, and did not claim that this was a price that the Endless One could not afford.

But say: No benefit?

What does this mean? Could it be that the treasure Morgan brought back this time will be more powerful than the ancient Necron world?

"..."

Then he really wanted to see it.

Trazin made up her mind, so she simply closed her mouth, turned to place a piece of equipment that was glowing with dark green and looked no bigger than a mortal fingernail, and placed it on the table, gently touching the genetic material. in front of the body.

"Thanks for the reminder: By the way, this is what you asked me to find before."

【! 】

Morgan quickly opened one eye.

【Is it so fast? I thought it would take you twenty or thirty years. 】

"You're lucky."

Trazin smiled: the simulated mechanical sound is always so harsh and unpleasant.

"If you entrust me to go back to Solenams to find something else before leading the team to Ullanor, then I may really have to spend a while: if it concerns other Necron dynasties. , then just the process of obtaining access qualifications may take almost a generation.”

[One hundred years? 】

"What are you thinking about?"

The Endless One mocked softly.

"One hundred years? That's not even enough time to watch a slightly better drama."

【……】

Morgan was silent: She always forgot about the Necron's damn sense of time.

(Because they have lost all concepts related to life, the time concept of the Necrons nobles is completely broken: for example, they can spend hundreds of years to watch a play, or watch a trial that has nothing to do with them)

[Seriously, Trazyn: Does human life seem to you to be quite fast? ]

“Not bad.”

When it comes to this topic, the Endless suddenly fell silent.

“If it is for the former Necron civilization, your human life rhythm is too slow: an ordinary warp voyage may be the whole process of a Necron from birth to growing up. In your eyes, it is the years of youth, but for us, it is a good time to sign a will.”

“However, when we suddenly became the current Necron, our concept of time suddenly became slow, so slow that it is crazy for civilization: I am one of the few Necronists who are unwilling to endure this madness. For me, your concept of time is more in line with my cognition than that of my people.”

[Is this the reason why you have been staying on the Aurora? 】

"One of them."

Tarasim watched Morgan playing with their new trading goods.

"Another main reason is because of those [Gods] you mentioned."

The Primarch stopped moving, and she glanced at Trasim seemingly unintentionally.

[I thought you Necrons had no feelings about the Warp? ]

"We are just not afraid of them: but this does not mean that we will not study them."

"On the contrary, since we began to explore the mysteries of the galaxy, the Warp has been one of our main focuses. We once longed to obtain the secret of immortality in this seemingly omnipotent parallel world, until we discovered that the curse engraved in the soul of our civilization came from another thing."

[Star God? ]

"That's all in the past."

Even the Endless do not like to discuss their past history.

"In short, our understanding of the Warp is far deeper than you humans can imagine, and we have our own views on those mysteries: we never fear their existence, because we have witnessed the Warp without them, and how they thrived."

"For us, the four Chaos Gods are just juniors who have temporarily gained power."

[What an arrogant statement. ]

"The arrogance of the Necrons is based on rich data and technology."

The Endless seemed very proud.

"And it just so happens that Solenamus is the leader in data and technology about the gods: Morgan, you should be glad that you entrusted me with the commission to collect information about the gods of the Warp, so you can get what you want so quickly."

"Of course, some of the information is inconvenient for me to bring: if you are willing to go to Solenamus in person, I guarantee that you will definitely get more."

[……]

The Primarch just pretended not to hear.

This old guy has been harboring evil intentions against her for more than a year or two.

【Okay: In addition to this, do you want any other reward? 】

"No."

The Necrons shook their heads.

"If you must say, then allow me to watch from here and see what you and your Gene Father want to do: recording a war between mortals and gods is also a valuable case that cannot be missed even for Necrons researchers like me."

【That's all? 】

"Of course."

The Endless nodded.

But Morgan knew he was lying.

The Primarch did not pursue it for the time being: she had enough headaches.

So much that even if Morgan squeezed out a little rest time for herself, even if she tried to act lazy as much as possible, as long as the Primarch closed her eyes, the thoughts in her mind would continue to work, piling up the big and small things after Nikaea in front of her.

Damn it.

Morgan spat, but couldn't stop the fantasy that was like a revolving lantern in front of her.

After a few seconds, her mind could only stop struggling like a resigned person.

【Ania. 】

After making sure that the Endless next to him had left on their own, Morgan shouted towards the small room behind the throne: the rustling footsteps soon brought the Primarch a star maid dressed as a cook, with some unwiped cream on her upturned nose.

"Mother?"

[That...]

The Primarch's fingers remained in the air, gesturing randomly as if drunk.

[How is Lyra? ]

"You mean... Lucy?"

Obviously, Virgo has not yet found a suitable [sister] for her.

[Yes, it's him... her. ]

Morgan licked his lips, frightened that he almost made a slip of the tongue: but when she thought of the code name that the Lord of Mankind had chosen for him after careful consideration, the Spider Queen felt like laughing out loud again.

Lyra?

Really talented.

The Emperor is Orpheus, so who is his Eurydice?

"She's fine."

Virgo nodded, but her face looked a little unhappy.

"She just told me that she wanted to take a stroll on the Dawn Goddess to learn about the living environment in the future, so I gave her a pass: she promised me that she would be back before dinner. "

【That's it...】

Morgan stared at her daughter: she was not blind to the strangeness of her children.

【You don't like her? 】

"It's not just me..."

Virgo lowered her head, and her ten fingers were tangled together. Her worried red eyes were covered by her hair. She looked like she really wanted to speak, but she couldn't destroy the friendship between the sisters.

[It doesn’t matter: just say whatever you want. 】

"That's right."

The Spider Queen waited patiently for her daughter for almost seven or eight minutes before she got Virgo's coy answer.

"Not only me, mother, but also Ophiuchus who has been working in the scientific research room. We all feel that there is something wrong with our new sister. She seems out of place with us, and she doesn't have that... feeling."

【Feel? 】

"It should be said that it is the breath: we children created by you all have a very unique breath. Although there is a certain gap between us, this breath makes us very familiar with each other, even if it is the first time we meet. It can also create a sense of intimacy.”

[But it’s not on her body, right? 】

"Not only not."

Virgo leaned closer and complained to his mother in a low voice.

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"She's so...cold."

"I don't know why, just looking at her sitting there, Ophiuchus and I felt very scared, as if she and we were not in the same world at all: this feeling is different from that bastard Perseus, mother , we hated that Comoran bastard, but Lucy gave us the feeling of...fear."

"And...she's so weird."

【How to say. 】

Morgan held his daughter in his arms, patting Virgo's back gently while encouraging her to speak out more doubts, instantly remembering them all in her mind: If the Emperor wants to continue to lurk here, it seems that The old man still needs to improve his skills.

"There are so many, I can't even finish them."

Virgo began to complain.

"She's so temperamental!"

"Just now, I just followed my long-standing habit. After welcoming the new sister, I arranged a bed and daily necessities for her as usual: you know, although we don't get together on weekdays, we, the maids of the stars, On the Dawn Goddess, we always live in the same room. For convenience, the dressing room and bathroom are in the same place.”

"Over the years, every new sister who joined us had no objections, but this Lyra just didn't want to. She insisted on moving out and living alone. She also didn't want the plush pajamas I arranged for her. I asked her She also refused to eat the snacks and sweet tea: I wanted to help her take a bath, change her clothes, and then dress her up again, but she actually told us to stay away from her. "

"This is the first time we've met, mother: Isn't she too bad-tempered?"

【……】

【Pfft...】

"What are you laughing at!"

"This is serious!"

【Sorry sorry...】

【But...hahahaha...】

"..."

Virgo looked at her mother rolling on the soft bed with extreme sadness and anger.

She wanted to cry.

She really couldn't understand: almost two months had passed since their mother Morgan brought back this new sister [Lucy] from the Nicaea system, until the Dawn Goddess returned to Avalon. In the earth realm, Virgo has never been able to reach a harmonious relationship with the youngest sister in the process.

She always avoided them as if they were some kind of savage beast.

This is very wrong. No star maid in the past would be like this. The close sister relationship is the initial setting adjusted by their mother for them. It is the underlying logic: only one guy is an exception.

"Mother."

Virgo's voice was a little deep.

"Lucy...she won't be the same as that Comoran bastard, right?"

This is what worries her the most.

Morgan on top: She really doesn't want to call that alien bastard her sister.

It was clearly just a piece of rotten meat that their mother had played with until she got tired of it.

It is said to be Perseus, but in the final analysis it is just the black glove of the original body sometimes. It does not even have its own consciousness: except for the necessary working hours, the treatment of the Comorian bastard is that of a prisoner in Morgan's prison, and he enjoys Holding his own broken body and soul.

[No, they are different. 】

The Primarch had finally laughed enough.

[However, Lyra is different from you. 】

[Her positioning is different: don’t treat her as a sister. 】

"What should we do?"

The primarch thought for a moment.

[Just think: There is another Conrad on our ship, right? 】

"But she is obviously..."

【Okay. 】

Interrupting the words, the original body caressed his daughter's soft head lovingly.

[Some things cannot be said now: I will explain it clearly to you then. You don’t need to care about Lucy. Just do what I told you just now and regard her as another Conrad. 】

"All right."

Virgo nodded, and very reluctantly broke away from her mother's arms.

"I will inform the other sisters: Should the things prepared for her be taken away?"

[Withdraw...]

Morgan paused.

[No: Send it to me. ]

She laughed.

[Maybe, it will be used in the future. ]

"..."

[Ah, by the way, Aniya. ]

Morgan waved again? .

[Can you help me check the visit records of the Space Wolves Legion later: My brother Leman Russ once entrusted me with some things. According to the treaty we reached, Avalon needs to receive some of the little guys from his command in the next period of time. ]

"A batch of Space Wolves?"

[Space Wolves... New Army. ]

Morgan raised the corner of his mouth.

[Anyway, they are not Fenris people. ]

[My brother dreams of expanding the Sixth Legion and building an iron army that obeys his ideals. There is nothing wrong with a Viking-style barbarian army, but if there is a chance, Russ still wants a group of more serious warriors. ]

[I don't know what means he used to overcome the hidden dangers in the gene seed of the Space Wolves Legion, or he just let them lie dormant temporarily: anyway, my Fenris brother is trying to recruit new soldiers from the colonized worlds outside Fenris recently, and let these new soldiers be trained into an army without the influence of Fenris culture. ]

"So he chose the Far East Frontier?"

[He chose many places, including Caliban and Avalon, as well as Macragge and Chemos. The soldiers he sent include not only warriors who are not Fenrisians, but also some carefully selected Fenrisians: help me pay attention to their voyage, so that I can prepare instructors for these new Space Wolves. ]

"Then train a group of Dawnbreaker-style Space Wolves?"

[It's not the style of Fenris anyway. ]

[My brother Russ is tired of the Viking culture around him.]

[Now let's see if he can lead a new generation of Norman conquerors.]

[Vikings and Normans... Tsk...]

[Although they are of the same origin, I don't think they can get along well.]

"You are telling those jokes about ancient Terra history that few people can understand again."

[It's Konrad's fault. If he wasn't always there...]

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The rude knock on the door interrupted the rare warm atmosphere between mother and daughter.

"My Lord!"

It was Lana's voice outside the door.

"Sorry to bother you, but there was just an urgent intelligence from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

[Go and get it, Ania.]

Virgo responded and left. When the Primarch's face gradually became serious, the intelligence was also placed on the table in front of Morgan by Lana and Virgo.

[Let me see...]

[...]

[What? 】

After just a cursory glance, the Primarch almost jumped up: Morgan did not notice that his voice had become sharp.

[What does this mean? ]

[What does it mean: The patrol fleet of the Ultramarines Legion opened fire on the taxation fleet sent by Holy Terra in the Badab system in the Maelstrom region? ]

[...]

[What does it mean...]

[The Five Hundred Worlds are gathering troops? ]