Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Sigismund."

"Do you think: can the Primarch convince the Sigilian and the High Lord?"

"I don't know: but the possibility is not high."

Sigismund slowly relaxed his breathing, letting the rising adrenaline out of his mind, and his cold and calm eyes slowly swept over the two guards of the Imperial Guards who were only ten steps away from them.

To be honest, with nothing in his hands and bare hands, facing these notorious killing machines, even Sigismund would feel a little nervous.

Not to mention, these guys who looked up to the top seemed to know Sigismund: during the half-hour confrontation, the eyes of the Imperial Guards were always searching between his yellow-gray armor and white-black robes.

He knew that they were just making sure that the Imperial Fists did not carry any weapons.

Of course he would not be so stupid: Sigismund was now standing in the Terra Palace, a place that he, his father, and his brothers swore to protect with their lives.

Even this sword maniac who had no interest in fame and politics would proudly puff out his chest when he thought of the honor of the Seventh Legion [Terra Guards]: he had done this in front of countless other legion battle brothers.

This time was no exception.

When the eyes of the guards lingered in front of him again, the Imperial Fists stared back without fear: but strangely, in the face of such a blatant provocation, the guards who looked over were just stunned for a moment, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Interesting: He didn't know that there were actually good-tempered guys in the guards.

Who taught them?

A punch hit cotton, and Sigismund, who felt a little bored, could only start to look around: As one of the few areas in the Terra Palace that can be opened to the public, and also the office of the high lords, the luxury of the Grand Council Hall far exceeds the imagination of the world.

The Imperial Fists even suspected that these high lords used the taxes of at least ten star regions to decorate the facade.

In contrast, the military parade and warmaster ceremony on Ullanor seemed to have used only the tax revenue of a single star zone.

But all the splendor did not attract Sigismund's attention: what he really cared about were the three statues at the door. Compared with the splendor beside him, they were hard marble that made people feel extremely relieved.

The imperial double-headed eagle statue stood high on the arch of the hall: to be honest, from an artistic point of view, the aesthetic value of this double-headed eagle was very low. The image designer that the emperor found when he founded the foundation was definitely not a professional.

Sigismund had seen more majestic double-headed eagles in Avalon, Macragge, and even Chogoris.

However, the statues on both sides of the gate deeply attracted the attention of the Imperial Fist.

The statue on the left depicts a human warrior beheading a beast, the famous St. George slaying the dragon: it is said that this statue was selected by Malcador, the seal holder, to express the determination of the emerging human empire to flatten the galaxy and wipe out all ghosts and demons.

On the other side, there is an unnamed statue favored by the Lord of Mankind, which is said to represent his own great ambition: the main body of the statue is a sturdy mortal man, who is raising his hammer high and forging a sword into a plow.

As a warrior, Sigismund does not quite understand the metaphor.

Even if he understands, he will not agree.

Forging swords into plows?

What a beautiful idea.

But, go and tell the countless enemies lurking in the shadows of the galaxy.

Go and tell this world that has never really stopped the war.

The Imperial Fist laughed, and his smile not only attracted the attention of the guards, but also attracted the frown of his brother beside him.

"What are you laughing at, Sigismund?"

"Nothing, Akams."

The captain of the first company put away his smile and looked back at the door.

"How long has the Primarch been in there?"

"Forty-four minutes."

Akamus blurted out, and his condition seemed to be more than ten times worse than Sigismund's: it was understandable, after all, Akamus was the captain of the Huskal Guard and the chief of the guard beside Dorn.

Seeing the Primarch unloading his weapons and negotiating with those famous high lords without anyone accompanying him was enough to make him feel cardiac arrest.

"I'm worried, Sigismund."

Akamus tried his best to lower his voice and muttered softly.

"You're worried about those high lords?"

The captain of the first company turned his head.

"That's right: after all, those guys just persecuted Guilliman and Limit..."

"Not them."

Akamus retorted viciously.

"I'm worried about the Primarch!"

"The Primarch?"

"Forty minutes! Sigismund!"

"Think about it!"

"Lord Dorne was alone with the high lords for forty minutes without anyone to accompany him, and they were still discussing: Who do you think can last for forty minutes in front of Lord Dorne's mouth with all his firepower?"

"Even if he had a verbal battle with the high lords for four minutes, it would be fatal!"

"..."

Fuck! That makes sense...

Sigismund touched his chin.

"You said: Did the Primarch accidentally anger a high lord to death?"

"Is he being rescued now?"

"It's possible."

Akams sighed.

"After all, what he wants to say ..."

"Hey ... not much better than Kiriman ..."

"Really?"

As soon as he was stunned, he really didn't know what the original body had just returned to Tyra, and he hurried back to the palace. What did you do?

"What do he want to say?"

"There is only one thing: that is ..."

"Bang!"

Without the words, the gate of the hall was pushed away sharply. Essence

"grown ups!"

Sigismond looked up, and saw that Don's gorgeous armor was glowing.

He immediately stepped forward, although Akamus was one step faster than him: Captain Huscar guarded the child, and he carefully described every inch of the upper and lower primary in the original body. I was relieved.

But Sigismond noticed that the primary complexion was not very good.

It's not angry, but tired.

"Are you successful, adult?"

While asking questions, he spent his body slightly slightly, bypassing too.

The two guards of the Forbidden Army tightened their doors and duties, and Sigismond had time to glance at it: he saw that the palmist stood there like a tin soldier, and he was watching Don's back quietly. It seems to be around a few high -owners next to him.

The room was very neat, and no traces were found after any dispute.

"Successful."

The original nodded, showing a smile at his two sons.

For Don, this is a very rare and relaxed smile.

"Really, adult?"

Akams is still unbelievable.

"They really agree ..."

"Go back."

The raw body waved and walked to the end of the gallery. When the two who reacted slowly to return to God, they needed a small run to keep up with the pace of the primary: even if it was only from the background of Donn's background Look, it is also unable to suppress it.

"He hasn't been so happy for a long time."

Sigismond came over.

"Last time I saw it in Ulan Nuo: When celebrating Horus as the election handsome."

Well, it didn't take long.

"So why is Master Don so happy, Akhams?"

The fist of the empire looked at his brother.

"tell me."

"Actually nothing."

Akams sighed, and he seemed unbelievable about what he wanted to say next.

"The original visit was to reach an agreement with the masters."

"One copy ... a very good agreement"

"僭 僭?"

Sigismond raised a eyebrow.

"Is the content too much?"

"Actually, it's a word."

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"From now on."

"Tyra's senior leadership, who wants to launch any scale of military operations for any original, a legion, or the country under their rule: you need to report to the two primary bodies of Don and Riemanuus in advance Prepare, wait for the negotiations to be executed, "

"Because Don and Rus are responsible for the defense of Tyla and the solar star domain respectively, they need to be responsible for everything that may threaten the potential crisis of these two regions: this includes the armed conflict between Tella and the Legion."

"So, they have the power to supervise both parties in the conflict."

"Whether it is a legion or Tyra."

"This ... this is really ..."

"..."

The actual controller of the empire remained amazing and silent, and let the legal marshal next to him sigh there.

Sometimes hesitant, sometimes frightened.

Not just him: Most of the senior leaders in the room maintain this state.

Compared to anger, it was more surprised or emotional than being born on their faces.

"Seriously, your palm seal."

After a long sigh for several minutes, the legal marshal barely organized a sentence.

"If it wasn't for the senior colleagues and colleagues here, I already knew how the nature of Lord Daen had long been known, and I had already heard the words of loyal commendation of the entire empire from the emperor's ears ... "

"These things he just said just now: We have reason to let the forbidden army come in."

"But you won't do this."

Makado slowly turned around and watched the legal marshal he promoted by himself.

"Even if I am not there, you won't tear your face because of this with Dorn, right?"

"... Yes!"

The Legal Marshal was silent for a while, and then nodded like an air -unloaded ball.

"After all, we all know the loyalty of Lord Don and his always ... language style."

"If this kind of thing is mentioned to us, then you need to think carefully about the purpose of their hidden behind: But since Lord Don spoke, what he wanted to say must be paralyzed on the paper."

"In the final analysis, Tella's guarding is to ask us in disguise, and it is not allowed to conflict with the country of the original body."

Speaking of which, the marshal of the legal affairs laughed bitterly.

"Do they all think we really want to provoke another Badabu crisis again?"

"This has nothing to do with what."

Makado shook his head.

"Since the matter has been done, we naturally cannot expect others to remain indifferent to it."

No mistake, read the content of the first issue of the book in the 6-9 book forum!

"Rather, Dorn represents the thoughts of most of the Primarchs. They regard us as powerful usurpers and secretly guard against us in their hearts: but the Lord of the Imperial Fist has the ability and conditions to speak out."

"Even forced us to sign the agreement: although this is what we want."

"Indeed."

The Marshal of Justice thought for a while.

"Then, Lord Seal Holder, do we have to strictly abide by this agreement in the future?"

"Why not?"

Malcador glanced at him.

"What? You want to have another Badab crisis without the support of the Imperial Fist?"

"No, no, no!"

The High Lord immediately shook his head, and there was some sudden cold sweat at his temples.

"Even with their help, we definitely don't want to fight again."

"That's too scary..."

"A direct confrontation with a legion..."

"That's the reason: Dorn helped us and you unintentionally."

Malcador paced, looking like he was going to take a break.

"After all: there's nothing we need to do with force in the future."

"As for the competition with the Primarch: it will be resolved in a more elegant way."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know Terrafar?"

"Of course."

"Our Warmaster immediately began his layout after returning to the Wolf Kingdom."

"He announced that he would promote the Federation Law District: a completely different competitor to Terrafar."

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"Federation Law District?"

Jonson chewed on the name, then frowned quickly.

"What is it?"

"Why is Horus messing with him? Is he trying to get some benefits in private?"

"The benefits are huge: and this time he can make profits openly."

Luther leaned back in his chair, discussing this new thing with great interest, which, in the eyes of Jonson, had no meaning at all.

"If I guess correctly, our warmaster wants to open a new track and compete with Terra in this way: in a war without bloodshed, Horus is ready to use words and interests to win as many supporters as possible from Terra's system."

"Supporters? What is he going to do!"

The tone of the lion king changed suddenly.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Luther quickly pressed his hand.

"If I guess correctly: Horus should just want to firmly suppress Terra in terms of power and influence, and through legal means such as propaganda, laws and political systems, he should naturally take the top seat in the grand order left by the Emperor."

"Then force Terra to the negotiation table."

"Can you understand it as: Cold War?"

"..."

"Looking for trouble."

Jonson seemed to think for a while: but he didn't think of anything related to him.

He just thought that the shepherd wolf god with a lot of thoughts wanted to defend some false reputation again.

This is not surprising.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The lion king looked at Luther.

"I just want to ask the highest leader of the Caliban Alliance if I can be given a certain degree of autonomy to decide whether Caliban should temporarily steer towards one of the parties."

"Terra holds the materials we will need for our future development, while Horus's proposition is beneficial to our independence: considering the competition between them, perhaps the winner cannot be determined in the next fifty years, then Caliban can probably take..."

"A more flexible position?"

"..."

The Lion King was silent.

"Position?"

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with loyalty."

Luther added quickly.

"It's just a slight adjustment in propaganda documents and public statements."

"Then you decide for yourself."

The Lion King didn't even think about it.

"Why do you still ask me about this? Don't you have anything serious to report to me?"

"I said: the list of hostile worlds near Caliban is in the cabinet next to me."

"I know."

Jonson turned around and seemed to have no interest in continuing the conversation.

"Anything else to say?"

"Nothing urgent: maybe we can talk about some personal topics, after all, we haven't talked properly for a while..."

"Then I'll go back and rest, Luther."

"..."

After selectively obtaining the information he wanted to hear, the Lord of Caliban strode to the door.

But just as he pushed the door open, he suddenly thought of a key question.

"Luther."

Jonson turned his head and didn't notice that his adoptive father's face was a little strange.

"You messed up this good place: where is my previous room?"

"It's in the original place."

Luther looked at his fingers slowly.

"Remember: your room is next to Morgan's exclusive guest room."

"Don't worry, they have been renovated: I personally supervised the renovation of both rooms."

"Making a fuss."

The corners of the lion's mouth rose slightly.

"Then which room is mine, the left or the right?"

"You'll know at a glance."

The old knight turned around.

"The more broken one is yours."

"The better one is Morgan's."

"..."

After an unknown amount of silence, the Lion King slammed the door shut and walked away.

"List!"

Luther lay on the chair and shouted towards the corridor.

"..."

The silent footsteps stopped, and then reluctantly approached.

After a few seconds, Zhuang Sen, with a gloomy face, pushed the door open and grabbed the list Luther handed to him.

Then, he yanked the door open again.

"That's a relic of the Knights."

"..."

Then he closed it gently.

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"Tsk——"

After Zhuang Sen walked away completely, the old knight couldn't help laughing.

Finally.

Zhuang Sen finally grew up.

He has also reached the age where people hate him.

Shaking his head and admiring him, Luther picked up the document on the table.

Well, a diplomatic document.

"The Crusader Fleet of the Word Bearers Legion applies for military access and port rights on Caliban..."

"Also: a list of volunteers to guard the Caliban Cage..."