Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 764: The King of Ruins

"What did you say?"

"Guilliman and Terra are fighting!"

"And they lost?"

"And they spit out the Maelstrom?"

"..."

After being stunned for a while, Sanguinius subconsciously raised his hand and touched his forehead: Well, normal temperature.

But cold sweat had already appeared.

The Archangel of Baal maintained this somewhat funny posture and remained silent for almost two minutes before he completely digested the few short words he had just heard.

Then, his eyes drifted to the other side.

"Guilliman and Badab: When did all this happen, Radoron?"

"Three weeks after you set out to conquer the Gildar Rift, Lord Guilliman announced that he would send troops to defend his allies in Badab, and within the next month, it quickly escalated into an armed confrontation with Terra."

Radoron, the most trusted captain of the 9th Legion and the relatively low-key member of the Great Crusade, stood in front of his favorite desk in recent months, wearing his extremely simple Mark IV power armor as always.

There are no gorgeous shoulder pads, silk capes, wing-shaped armbands, or any honorary symbols that can highlight the identity of the captain of the company: if you really want to say, the only equipment worth mentioning on the body of this Great Crusade Three is the crown on his head.

It is called the Le Fay Crown, which was originally a fine product made by the Queen of Avalon for the Dawnbreaker, but during the meeting in Ullanor, it was placed on the Archangel's desk as a gift, and then it was awarded to his most valued son.

Since then, Radon has always worn the Lefebvre Crown: not only because it was a reward from the Primarch, but also because it really kept his mind clear and unaffected by void radiation and the warp.

Even his originally calm personality became more stable.

And these advantages were naturally noticed by the Archangel of Baal.

So, after the Archangel finally got rid of the mess of Nicaea and returned to his equally bad home planet, he couldn't wait to issue two orders in succession.

The first was to go on an expedition: he had to lead the main force of the Blood Angels Legion to quell the unstable factors near Baal as quickly as possible.

And the second was personnel appointments: as early as after Ullanor divided the kings, the Archangel had kept a careful eye on it and looked for those high-quality seeds among his descendants who were calm, rigorous in their work, and patient and empathetic even for mortal things.

After the Legion returned to Baal, these people were left on the home planet and did not participate in the next expedition: Sanguinius had more important tasks for them to complete.

For example, he would survey and count the actual situation of the Baal enclave, inform the governors of the various worlds of the Primarch's enfeoffment, summarize and classify the problems under Sanguinius' rule: if possible, he would also come up with effective solutions to these problems.

In short: the Archangel hoped that when he returned from his expedition, he would see an interstellar nation that had taken shape, and an administrative system that only required him, the Primarch, to sit on a chair, smile, and sign.

If he could have a secretary to help him sign, it would be even better.

In this way, with the great fantasy that the Blood Angels, led by Radoron, might dig out a wild Morgan or Malcador in the land of Baal, the Archangel plunged into the warp.

When he returned victorious, he was greeted by two pieces of bad news.

One was that the work of the newly appointed Blood Angels was not successful, and they failed to dig out the wild Morgan that he had been thinking about.

This was not surprising: the land of Baal did not look like it would grow endangered species such as Morgan.

The second bad news was really hard for the Primarch to accept.

"Didn't I just leave for a few months?"

"These guys are going to start a world war?"

"And..."

"And: no one has informed me yet?"

Sanguinius sat on his throne, lowered his head, covered his face, and suddenly felt inexplicably bullied.

So he and the Blood Angels were seen by others as a force that didn't need to be won over in advance even if there was a civil war?

Should he be happy or angry?

The Primarch didn't know, and there was only the report of Radoron in his ears: the captain of the first company was dutifully reporting all the intelligence he had collected about Badab to the Primarch.

"In other words, Guilliman signed a treaty with Malcador on the Bucephalus and formally admitted defeat: and this ceasefire treaty was announced to the public? Let everyone know that Guilliman officially admitted defeat?"

"That's not the case, my lord."

Radoron glanced at the document.

"No one is sure whether the Treaty of Bucephalus really existed, but rumors about it have been circulating: Guilliman and the Sigillite did disappear for a while, and when they reappeared, the Five Hundred Worlds had completely retreated from the Maelstrom."

"That seems to be true."

The Primarch sighed.

"This is not a good sign."

He was silent for a while.

"Do you know what this means?"

"Not sure, my lord."

Radoron bent down slightly.

"This means that the Emperor's deterrence and residual power are weaker than we thought: less than a year after he left, Terra and the Primarch need to sign a separate treaty to set a new quota for each other."

"Really..."

The Archangel sighed and leaned back on his throne.

"I always feel that I missed a crucial moment."

"The same thing happened to Horus, who left without notifying me."

"Lord Wolf God did communicate."

Radoron flipped through the documents.

"Before he left, he wanted to invite you to go to Badab with him, but you were in the Gilda Abyss at the time, where the communication with the outside world was completely disconnected, and we had no way to contact you accurately."

"I know: I never thought that the thunder of the Great Vortex would explode so quickly."

The angel muttered a few words.

"Everyone knows that Guilliman will fail sooner or later: he is so recklessly expanding towards the core of the Empire, and the High Lord of Terra, unless he is a fool, will sooner or later draw his sword to chop off his restless claws."

"I really don't know what he is thinking..."

When the Primarch muttered to himself, Radoron blinked beside him.

"In fact, my lord..."

Radoron hesitated.

"As early as when the crisis in Badab just showed some signs, some rumors had already spread on the ship: most people are willing to believe that the crisis in Badab is the manifestation of the ambition of the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds expanding to the extreme, and he can't wait to challenge the order left by the Emperor."

"Who? Guilliman?"

The angel raised his head.

And then laughed.

"Ah? Guilliman hit the Emperor?"

"Hahahahaha..."

The holy white wings turned into white wings rolling left and right with laughter.

"Ladolon... Ladolon..."

"Why didn't I realize that you have such a talent for telling jokes before?"

The angel wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then looked at his son seriously.

"Tell me: you don't really believe Guilliman's ambitious rhetoric?"

"I..."

The captain hesitated.

"It's just that other than that, it's hard for us to explain his expansion into the Maelstrom."

"Because he's stupid~"

Sanguinius answered as a matter of course.

"Because he is a fool."

"Because he does things without thinking."

"Because he has no spirituality at all, his mind is empty except for the unchanging rigidity and orderliness, but he is also a hot-tempered person who does things without thinking: it is normal for such a person to do anything stupid."

"Whether it is expanding into the Great Vortex or drawing swords with Terra in a fit of rage."

"The former proves his stupidity, and the latter proves that he is a hot-tempered and reckless man."

"As for ambition?"

"Hey!"

"Don't smear Guilliman: he doesn't deserve such bad reviews."

Your evaluation is not much better.

Radoron muttered in his heart, but he dared not deny the Primarch's evaluation.

"Besides, Radoron."

"No matter what, Guilliman is my brother after all."

Thinking of this, the Archangel's eyes softened a little, and his vision slowly moved to the corner of the room, which was full of information from the Five Hundred Worlds and a list of free aid materials.

The number is so huge that it is enough to benefit every land under Sanguinius' rule.

No mistake, read it in the 16-9 book forum!

That is the kindness from Guilliman.

"I almost love Guilliman."

"Well... almost..."

The archangel smiled.

Whether in Morgan's heart or in Sanguinius's eyes, the idea of building a large-scale space living station in the Baal sector is still at the stage of paper talk.

The Spider Queen has never cared about her brother's narrow land, and Sanguinius himself is the same: he has never imagined that he can really govern Baal, or even the entire Baal enclave, into a paradise like Avalon, Macragge or Terra.

He does not have such talent.

And to be honest: the initial conditions of the Baal enclave are really too bad.

So bad that Sanguinius thinks he may be the primarch that the Emperor hates the most.

Otherwise, look at what kind of [treasure land] his gene father gave him.

Sanguinius's kingdom may be the smallest among all the Primarchs: from the area of the universe alone, it is not even one-twentieth the size of the Five Hundred Worlds. Even the Badab region fought over by Guilliman and Terra is more vast than the Archangel's territory.

From a geographical point of view, sandwiched between the two behemoths of Morgan and Horus, the Archangel feels that he is just a buffer zone that has been pinched out.

Of course, his territory is not completely surrounded by these two dear brothers and sisters. South of Baal is the almost inaccessible Galactic Heart region in the Great Whirlpool: the only ones who can rush out from there are aliens and pirates.

As for the last neighbor.

It is Perturabo.

Too desperate.

Even more desperate than Perturabo is the extreme barrenness of the Baal Star Region itself: this entire region seems to be an ancient battlefield of a tragic war in the lost history, leaving behind ruins and debris spanning hundreds of worlds.

Both Badwei and Payu Er have found traces of the paradise world, but they were destroyed by atomic weapons: tens of millions of Asian space cracks and disorders all over the country's land, dangerous, dangerous The asteroids have prevented the footsteps of the immigration fleet, let alone the enemy of the empire hidden in the middle.

As early as Ulan Nuo, Balt was recognized as the most barren land by the primary. Compared with it, only the storm star domain occupied by Corax and Motarian.

This is the land that even Morgan acknowledges that she is almost impossible to manage. This is the land that Kangrad sees it, and he will feel that his Nostramo is pretty good: St. Gilez has no confidence to manage it. Here, here, here, here, He never thought he had such talents.

Therefore, when Morgan tentatively put forward the proposal of large space residential stations, the Grand Angel just agreed casually: compared to the desert and giant scorpion on Balta, some sub -space radiation and weightless effects, for his people and people There is nothing to say.

As for whether these harsh elements will affect the recruitment of the Ninth Army?

Don't worry, on the glorious expedition wall of the Holy Blood Angel Corps, the first battle of the Legion on the Galaxy is to capture the Neptune and its nearby rail space station: for this reason, more than 10,000 casualties have been paid, Almost destroy the ninth legion at the time.

In order to return to life, St. Gilez's children are forcibly recruited directly in the variant tribe of the rail space station: these variants have fallen into the enemy of the empire, but at the same time, they can also be the soldiers of the Ninth Corps.

Throughout this, before the Balt Angel returned, the Ninth Army would be rejected and alienated by the mainstream of the empire. It was not an impossible problem.

And until now, it is still troubled by the angel's heart.

Especially when Kiriman's Badab crisis sounded the alarm.

"Radoron."

Thinking of this, the angel put away the smile.

"How about [that research] I made before I set off?"

"There is no result yet, adult."

The head was lowered.

"We have tried to recruit recruits in hundreds of different worlds, but all recruits have no exception and have the invisible gene of thirst: but this is just a very small part of the entire Barburf. Pinded experimental cases can be compared. "

"Um……"

The big angel nodded.

"Remember, keep low -key."

"All recruits participating in the experiment should destroy all the documents related to the experiment after passing the experiment and treat them as normal recruits."

"They are also a member of the Ninth Corps, and they have made their contributions at the beginning of participating in the Legion."

"I understand, father."

Laduron nodded.

"You are worried, the conflict between Kiriman and Badabbu ..."

"I'm not worried about this."

St. Gilez shook his head.

"I'm worried about Nika."

"Radoron, you say ..."

"How did Magnus and his legion fall to this step?"

The commander looked at his father.

"Adult, don't we have a conclusion long ago?"

"Yes."