Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

For a moment, the Lord of the Ultramarines seemed to have a strange look in his eyes.

He seemed to see something that shocked him: the genetic mother of the Second Legion.

This was observed by the Old Guard at the very beginning of the ceremony.

Jean-Lana was standing on the edge of the platform at this time. He stood in the third place behind his Primarch, second only to the unrivaled Council President Marshall and Chief Champion Bayar, and to the Avalon Woman. As the tyrant's chief guard, he was able to stand not far from the two Primarchs, always alert to emergencies that were theoretically trivial.

This is an exquisite position and an art of symmetry: although there was no rehearsal or communication beforehand, the legion leaders standing behind the two Primarchs could all see a few traces on the faces of their opponents. An extremely familiar look.

The old and mature Marshall is looking at Marius Gage: the former legion commander who handed over the Ultramarines to the Lord of Macragge, it is said that he once fought in the name of Thunder Warrior; Bayar is quite interested. He looked at Valentus-Dorro who was looking at him: Hero of Ultramar, Champion of Guilliman.

As for Lana himself, he had thought that he would confront the famous leader of the Invincible Iron Guard, but when Guilliman introduced the heirs around him, he heard a name that was unfamiliar to him: Vlaa. Tus-Auguston.

The name felt strange to him, but as long as he saw the rough arrogance, Lana could guess what kind of character he was.

A born warrior - but the rest is unknown.

Rana came to this conclusion, he was satisfied with it, and quickly turned his attention to what really mattered: he had not checked on the Primarch's safety for a full five seconds, which was almost as good as that. dereliction of duty.

Such a conclusion may sound alarmist or even ridiculous, but among the hundreds of warriors on the platform, this is a real and widespread situation: at every moment, there are dozens of pairs filled with warning and Rational eyes focused on the two Primarchs with normal expressions.

This spacious and majestic lookout place seemed to turn into an overly noisy morning sky along with this somewhat slow conversation: the two emperors' heirs were like the dim sun and moon at dawn, and in Surrounding them were countless glittering stars, which were the undivided gazes of the Astartes.

Among the many fools present, perhaps only one could escape from this stupid state of confusion: the Palace Affairs Master was standing on the edge of the crowd. She did not get too close because of her double nobility, but just grasped the A perspective that sees everyone, like a mother watching the serious drama between children, smiling silently.

With Ms. Youton's smile, the welcoming ceremony in the Military Square ended with a perfect ending. The large number of people surrounding the square returned in an orderly manner under the command of the Central Guards and Ultramarines. In their daily lives, these men and women, who were far from being real soldiers, but who had mostly experienced paramilitary training, left a very deep impression on Morgan's heirs.

The Lord of the Ultramarines spared a fleeting moment, and his eyes, more powerful than any meditator or calculation device, glanced at the crowds on both sides of the square until he confirmed that everything was going according to his plan. Fulfilling order and orders, the Archon of Macragge regained his smile. He led his blood relatives to the Avenue of Heroes, and the end of it was the famous Castle of Hera.

The two Primarchs led a river of indigo and silver, advancing towards their destination with unstoppable momentum, and behind them, followed closely by their most outstanding descendants. As for those who came from Maku Mortal high-ranking officials and parliamentarians from Raghu and even Ultramar's universe were allowed to greet them on both sides of the road. Most of them were concerned about all the possible developments between the Five Hundred Worlds and the Kingdom of Morgan. of busy trade, with an optimistic attitude and greedy desire.

"Among these mortals, some came to Macragge two months in advance."

Just after passing the welcoming array composed of mortals, the Lord of Macragge seemingly unintentionally revealed information such as this to his blood relatives.

"Because of the location, most of them come from the northern part of the Five Hundred Worlds, or the northwest and northeastern borders. You should have heard of the most famous places: among them is the Forging Bishop of Acatlan , the Titan Prince of Mancora, the High King of Nimsa, and the Hive Governor of Ikar 4..."

"You should know these places."

The Lord of the Ultramarines' smile was so gentle and harmless, and Morgan stroked the five-star inverted devil on his chest armor and showed a smile that was flawless from any angle in return.

Yes, of course.

As the bases of the Forge World and the Titan Legion, Acatlan and Mancora control the shortest path from the west of Avalon to the Maelstrom; Nimsa is just east of the Avalon sector. These two alone Every place is enough to sandwich the entire Avalon in the middle.

And Ikar 4?

Ha, this hive world is just south of Avalon, a stone's throw away from Morgan's territory: If the Lord of Macragge hadn't personally explained it, Morgan wouldn't even know that the governor of this place was already Al. A subordinate of Trama.

Are her east, west and south already filled with the indigo of the Ultramarines?

Good, let her think about it, which brother is next to the only remaining north?

Um……

It seems to be Perturabo.

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*bad language.

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so……

What do you want to express to me? The king of five hundred worlds?

Under the premise of maintaining etiquette, the smile in the Spider Queen's pupils was gradually swallowed up by her cold thoughts. When she looked directly at Guilliman again, the corners of her mouth were still ceremonially raised, but the cyan blue There is only reason and inquiry left in his pupils.

And Guilliman happened to see these rational pupils.

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What a resemblance to Ms. Euton.

The Lord of the Ultramarines couldn't help but sigh softly. For a moment, he even saw the wonderful fragments from decades ago in these rational pupils: Ms. Euton was not always kind. When he did commit a crime When he makes mistakes and is impulsive, he will also be greeted by this kind of rational eyes.

It's nostalgic, isn't it?

A smile crossed the corner of the Primarch's mouth. In his eyes, this blood relative who exuded the light of the City of Seven Hills seemed to have a rare temperament. He had only seen such a temperament among a few people. : Even the other primarchs who are also descendants of the Emperor do not all have such a temperament.

Such a conclusion has become a primitive instinct, like savage grass, growing rapidly in the marble heart of Lord Macragge running reason and thinking. This scene seems so disharmonious, but it is There is another good reason.

Compared with his brothers, a certain Lord of Macragge, who never wanted to admit that he had spiritualist elements, was naturally less resistant to some beings in the warp.

Naturally, when faced with Morgan's innate passive subspace skill [Thousands of People and Thousand Faces] after awakening as the Primarch, other Primarchs could barely resist it or maintain a relatively indifferent attitude. when.

The great, strong and rational Lord of Macragge was successfully attacked in an instant.

When he saw his blood relatives and couldn't help but sigh "Ms. Euton" in his heart, an inherent impression was planted deep in his heart at the moment the original gene was not aware of it. , when he looked at the Lord of Avalon again, he seemed to regard her as a figure who could communicate more and more serious matters.

But even so, when the next words from the Lord of the Second Legion reached Guilliman's ears, he still heard a few undertones that something was wrong.

[Maybe we can be more sincere to each other, brother. 】

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Hera Fortress, the towering towers and fortress barriers had cast shadows, blocking the sun that they could see. The Lord of the Second Legion stopped pulling and spoke in a kind of way. The polite indifference revealed makes people unable to find any more rejection and dissatisfaction.

[Any complicated and fancy language art is nothing more than a lack of understanding of the communication object, and a desire to gain more chips for oneself before cutting to the real topic, but I feel that such a thing should not happen to you and me, right? ? 】

"That's right."

Guilliman's smile still looked so enthusiastic. He turned his head, glanced at the mortal who had been left behind, and slowly told part of the truth in his heart.

"Our realms are so close together, Morgan, that we can be friendly neighbours, lending each other a helping hand in times of need: just as any two Primarchs, any two Legions would, But you and I are slightly different from them. Our will will involve more power and the world, so for this kind of thing, you and I should have appropriate communication in advance."

The steps of the Primarch stopped in front of the magnificent gate of Hera Castle, and the footsteps and eyes of countless people stopped along with their movements, waiting for any order from the two extraordinary kings.

[Cooperation...and communication? 】

Morgan's words paused for a second, and she was greeted by Guilliman's kind smile.

"Yes, cooperation and communication."

"The Great Crusade was such an era, and we and every compatriot in the galaxy are destined to have such a future, aren't we?"

Morgan pursed her lips. She did not answer the question immediately, but carefully studied Guilliman's face, eager to find any disguise on the statue of the perfect legion that could make her doubt and ridicule.

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Nothing was found.

Just like the exploration of his heart: except for some complex political considerations, he found absolutely nothing. His heart was opened to the Spider Queen, writing some sincerity, friendliness, and rationality that were so simple that it was hard to believe. Or it may be satisfaction with the current situation, expectations for a better future, or belief in glorious achievements.

The Spider Queen blinked. She naturally believed in her ability to detect anyone's heart, which had never failed. However, the result of this performance made her instinctively doubtful.

Who can have such a bright and hopeful heart?

Or……

Is this a disguise that is perfect enough to tease her, or is it so ridiculous that it is almost impossible to exist... A word of sincerity, a heart of light?

For a moment, Morgan had some brief hesitation and hesitation. Her proud spiritual exploration clearly told her that the blond Lord of Macragge in front of her was indeed revealing the words deep in his heart: He longs for candid cooperation and friendly communication. Although this is indeed mixed with some political intentions, it can definitely be called a sincere and sincere flame.

He has no reservations in his heart, and his protection of his thoughts and desires is as weak as Perturabo's love for his children. Morgan's detection is like a hot knife cutting through melted butter, and he easily sees Marku. The deep influence of the Lord of Raghu in his mind and body was then stung by those radiant great beliefs and noble desires, which stung the sinful eyes and left painful tears in his will.

Her exploration was too easy, and everything she detected was really...

Sincerity, rationality, harmony, friendliness...

All the beauty was burning less than two meters away from her. These fires were so bright that it was impossible to look directly at them. They were as bright as the sun and were enough to refine a fire that walked in the mortal world. It was enough to make half a person walk in the mortal world. The mind of God resides in the mildest of mortal bodies.

In short: the person standing in front of her was a normal person, a normal person who, in layman's terms, was so normal that he could no longer be normal.

A normal person who is so normal that he appears not to be normal among the Primarchs.

Morgan blinked. For a moment, she couldn't accept it. She couldn't help but think of the names she had faced before: Magnus, Perturabo, Jonson, and Leman Russ...

so……

Are her brothers actually normal people? A normal person who is so normal that it makes Morgan feel less normal for the first time?

Is this something that will really exist?

Her genetic father actually knew how to create a normal person?

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Avalonian shock.

Morgan's face was slightly distorted. It took her less than a second to accept the explosive news, but she quickly raised a new question: Could all this be a seamless disguise? The innate power of confusion that the separatist kings who control five hundred worlds can rely on?

...It makes sense, doesn't it?

After all, if he is really a Primarch, if he is really a unique hybrid creation fabricated by the Lord of Mankind using extraordinary technology and some unexplainable subspace elements, then how could he possibly be interested in Morgan? The exploration is so weak, can it be easily seen into the deepest part of the heart?

Unless he thinks that he is a human being, and that he, who is three to four meters tall, has infinite strength, has a brain like a super meditator, and has the demeanor to rule all nations, is a pure human being, a person who does not involve any mysterious elements. Creation of flesh and blood...

He shouldn't be so stupid...stubborn.

Morgan thought so, and opposite her, the Lord of Macragge blinked in confusion. After discovering that his blood relatives did not reply to him immediately, Guilliman instinctively began to think about what he had just said. Is there something wrong with your words?

Too impatient? Too reckless? Or does it contain problems that he hadn't noticed before?

Guilliman thought seriously: There is no doubt that his words are sincere. Under the sincere heart of fire and the timely enlightenment of Ms. Euton, the Lord of Macragge felt relaxed after a short rest. He thought about this simple question: since he couldn't completely guarantee why his blood relatives would expand their territory so close to Macragge, it would not be a mistake to become friends with her first. things.

If all this is really a pure coincidence, then having one more friend would not be a bad thing in any case: the Five Hundred Worlds are indeed a bit far away from the core area of ​​the empire, and in the darkness and storm on the edge of the galaxy, he always needs more friends. Many allies.

And if Morgan's footsteps symbolize the concerns of Holy Terra or even the Lord of Mankind, then he does not mind expressing his attitude through the proposal of cooperation to show that his country within a country will not interfere with the great cause of the empire. Willing to maintain Ultramar's independence and ties to the Empire in any way possible, working with Morgan serves as a good example.

Going deeper, Guilliman has also considered some more practical issues: his blood relatives may be used as an appropriate channel, a great banner, to show Macragge's obedience to the imperial policy, and cooperation with her has It is conducive to breaking the inherent impression of Ultramar in people's minds as a country within China, and the extremely close distance is destined to make most cooperation not a long expedition, and the main force of the Ultramarines will not be too far away from Ultramar. Yuan: This last point is the little thought of Lord Macragge.

Such thoughts gathered in Guilliman's heart, and became stronger as his blood relative truly appeared in front of him: the Lord Macragge felt from the bottom of his heart that his blood relative would be a rational person. , just like all the rumors about her, she has the mentality to support the greatest war. It will not be difficult to achieve cooperation and cooperation with such a person and persuade her to accept political considerations.

But now, this was not a completely innocent thought. The first show of goodwill encountered a setback, which made Guilliman a little nervous. He kept smiling and looked at Morgan who was observing him carefully in front of him, thinking. Did I say something wrong?

Could it be that the sentence "Any two original bodies, any two legions" made her have some bad assumptions? It is said that she has served in the Dark Angels for ten years. Does this make her overly sensitive to the identity of the original body and the independence of the Legion?

In his heart, Guilliman could not help but frown and began to complain that he could not take good care of the emotions of his blood relatives. As the two original bodies fell into some kind of stagnation at the same time, their weird behavior was long enough to be ignored by the people behind them. What the heirs discovered and wondered.

And when dozens of doubtful glances came at them, the two Primarchs also reacted at the same time. They glanced at each other, and then they showed an obvious smile in unison. The silent understanding made the two smiles. The sounds intertwined, immediately overturning the uneasiness of everyone present.

[Forgive me, my brother. 】

Amidst the laughter, Morgan's low apology also echoed in Guilliman's heart.

[Your words are really... straightforward. I have never accepted such direct kindness. 】

Hearing this, Guilliman couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and he was a little curious.

"If I remember correctly, Jonson is also a straightforward person."

[Have you ever had a long conversation with him? 】

"No."

[Then you will know later: any carnivore is a master of camouflage and stealth. 】

The two Primarchs looked at each other again, and then they laughed again.

"Please, blood relative."

[Thank you very much, I must see the famous Hera Castle. 】

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At this time, there was still about one Terran Standard Time before the time for the luxurious dinner that Guilliman had booked.

In Hera Castle, you can already see high-level servants coming and going, preparing carefully crafted tableware and silk. This is really too fragile, so most of the warriors stayed in the various rest areas prepared in advance. In the room, waiting for the dinner time prepared to entertain the original body.

Only ten Astartes followed their respective Primarchs up the deep steps of Hera's Citadel, and Lana was in his natural position, with Marshall and Bayar in front of him, and behind him Behind him are two old guardsmen he personally selected.

As the exquisite workshops and magnificent sculptures were left behind them, the Chief Old Guard's thoughts couldn't help but become a little wandering, and he began to wonder about a question.

What does the Lord of Macragge in front of him want to talk to his genetic mother?

Originally, Lana would not care about this kind of thing, but as his friendship with Hawthorne progressed, he gradually gained a vague understanding: As a guard of the original body, he should not just A simple warrior, he should do more... think.

And what could be better than trying to figure out the actions of a Primarch to train your thinking ability and level?

Thinking of this, Rana couldn't help but recall some things: As Morgan's chief guard, he witnessed the meeting between the Lord of the Second Legion and two blood relatives.

King Prospero enthusiastically introduced his home planet to his blood relatives. Although the Gene Queen refused to let her descendants follow her all the time, Lana was very sure of Magnus's passionate feelings for his blood relatives.

And Perturabo, although he looks a little weird and strange, but judging from the breathtaking tower alone, he still attaches great importance to his blood relatives, at least to the Lord of the Second Legion. close.

But Guilliman...

Hard to say.

Lana was not sure about this ambitious man's attitude towards blood relatives. He always suspected what kind of complicated and blasphemous things the Lord of Macragge was thinking under the smiling face: this was not his prejudice, but It was a disguised consensus of the entire empire.

However, Rana would not completely believe in these consensuses: at least, the Lord of Macragge also gave the most magnificent welcome ceremony to his blood relatives, although the tens of thousands of troops and dozens of gods Rather than a machine, it is more like a show off similar to a military parade, more like a silent display of muscles, telling the story of Ultramar's force.

But that doesn’t mean anything, does it? After all, he wanted to see what Guilliman would do next, and then deduce his attitude and thoughts towards the Lord of the Second Legion.

What will this separatist king of the Five Hundred Worlds do? What would he take his blood relatives to visit? Such a sparse entourage and such an urgent pace must be something Guilliman is very concerned about.

Is it like Magnus, showing off the planet he governs? Or is he like Perturabo, preparing a rare spectacle for his blood relatives?

What does Guilliman care about in his invisible heart?

Rana's confusion was so overwhelming that he soon got an answer.

The Lord of Macragge activated layers of defenses and shields, and led a group of people to the depths of Hera Castle. There was a tightly guarded room. There was nothing in the room, except for a huge The star map can be used as a sand table, attracting everyone's attention in the interlacing of lights.

Lana could tell at once. This was the detailed star map of the Five Hundred Worlds and the Avalon Sector, as well as many nearby universes. He could clearly see the maelstrom and the Gulf of Damocles on both sides of the star map. , those signals marking the worlds under Morgan's command were so standard that Lana couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

At this time, everyone heard Guilliman's words.

Everyone heard it: the Lord of Macragge made the first request and the first invitation to the silver-haired blood relative he met for the first time.

"Morgan, my blood relative."

Guilliman smiled and pointed to a certain place on the star map: it was the buffer area between the Kingdom of Morgan and the Five Hundred Worlds. It was adjacent to the Gulf of Damocles, and on the other side were countless unknown Belong to the chaotic stars.

The voice of Lord Macragge echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

"Before we start everything, my dear blood relative, as I said to you before, you and I are each the rulers of the party appointed by the empire. Any set of our conversations may cause unnecessary confusion. , especially when our management areas are still vague and do not understand each other well enough, if we rashly merge personal emotions with actual events, it will not be more beneficial to both of us."

"Therefore, in the name of the obligations that the original body and the Lord of the Legion should fulfill, before we proceed to further detailed dialogue and negotiation, we should be familiar with each other and know the bottom line in our hearts, and start it within a suitable range. Talk and avoid the contradictions and mistakes that may arise in conversation.”

“And the biggest contradiction and mistake is now in front of us: as people who look after remote frontiers for the empire, the scope of our responsibilities is still unclear, which is not conducive to future cooperation and communication. "

"Let's fix this."

"Before everything begins, let us clearly divide our respective responsibilities and future psychological expectations between each other, and explain the areas under our respective management."

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Lana clenched his fists tightly.

he……

he!

How dare he!

This ruthless tyrant! This ambitious separatist! Is this his attitude towards the blood relatives he met for the first time? Is this the first thing he wants to formally say to his sisters? Is this the first thing he thinks of after seeing his relatives?

Blasphemy!

arrogant!

Ambitious!

As expected...as expected, there was nothing wrong with the rumors!

Lana gritted his teeth. He did not see the face of his original body, but when he saw the natural expressions on the faces of the sons of Guilliman, he only felt a different kind of sadness and sadness. fear.

Knew it……

Macragge.

A country within a country.