Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 199 How to raise Morgan—Accommodation

[So, my Marshall, you want to tell me...]

【I am tonight...】

[Actually, you don’t have a place to live? 】

【……】

【……】

【I really didn’t expect this. 】

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There is no doubt that in this world, everyone makes mistakes.

Everyone will have times when they are at a loss and at a loss.

Everyone will have the ridiculous experience of being beaten and tortured for mistakes that were not their fault.

This is the bad part of fate, the indiscriminate ridicule and ridicule of the beak-mouthed demon towards all creatures in the world. It is the never-ending reincarnation track that many creatures in the subspace most expect and welcome.

And this law will not disappear with the change of identity and power. Even a person as powerful as a mortal demigod, even as noble as a human master, will sometimes be at a loss. The reason why accidents are accidents is because It is because they will attack at the most relaxed moment as a matter of course, stinging even the most powerful person.

The same goes for Morgan, who is no different from a mortal in this regard.

However, even the Spider Queen, who has sealed countless destinies and souls in her brain, and played with thousands of thoughts and desires in her hands, would never have imagined that one day she would face such a realistic, funny and humble problem.

For example...

Where should she stay tonight?

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In the more than twenty Terra standard years since she gained consciousness, this was the first time Morgan had thought about this problem.

Well... the novel experience has increased.

An almost happy smile was ignited in Morgan's heart. It was a kind of laughter that was aroused by the funny reality and was not mixed with anger or malice: Morgan was not angry now. He was facing his own situation. When she had children, her temper seemed to be better.

The Lord of the Second Legion looked with interest at the row of fearful heirs in front of her. These outstanding warriors had easily destroyed the kingdom and the world, but at this moment, they did not dare to raise their heads to take a peek at their own Primarch. The expression on the face.

After laughing silently in her heart for a while, Morgan waved her hand and expressed in a flat voice that she didn't care much about this question, which seemed extremely offensive to outsiders.

After all, whether it is through her innate mind-reading ability or relying on the Primarch's most outstanding reasoning method for everything in the world, Morgan can understand very clearly that this funny reality is actually It's not the Dawnbreakers' problem.

In other words, the vast majority of the causes of this problem do not lie with them.

But some glittering Anatolian salt-and-pepper.

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In fact, as early as the moment the Great Crusade began, as early as the day the Second Legion received their Queen of Glory, the safest and most privileged place on the entire battleship was classified as the private domain of their Primarch, which was Morgan. The first thing the sons did: it was also an extremely rare thing for them to do without any internal objections or suggestions.

Behind the large conference hall, which is the core of the legion, is a secret and solemn meeting room. It connects to the safest deep area of ​​the entire battleship through a long and winding corridor. That area is so wide and It was huge, and the occupation of space even reached a point where it could be called a waste. Despite this, the soldiers of the Second Legion were still willing to leave this huge space as the private kingdom of the Primarch in the future.

But then, they encountered a small problem: the Astartes, who were born for war and exploration, did not know how to decorate this huge space, and they were also afraid that the random layout might anger them. Their Primarch, coupled with the deteriorating condition of the Legion since the beginning of the Great Crusade, left the issue unanswered.

At that time, the Terran veterans were not worried about this problem and just dispatched a dedicated mortal family to clean it regularly.

After all, the reunion with the Primarch will not be an unexpected thing: according to tradition, the Legion Astartes will hear some messages from the Lord of Mankind before any trace of their genetic Primarch is found. Then, the Legion It will take several Terran standard months or even years to assemble. This long period of time is enough for them to take care of everything, and it is also enough for them to find out the origin and preferences of the original body, and arrange a place that is as satisfying as possible. residence.

But, when it comes to Morgan, the Lord of Man always seems to be...

Find another way.

It was not until less than three Terran standards before the Second Legion was officially reunited with their Gene Mother that they realized from a casual announcement from the Emperor's bodyguard that their Primarch had returned, and by that time , excitement and panic, astonishment and ecstasy, chaotic preparations and continuous adjustments, have occupied every thought of every legion soldier, leaving no time to think about anything else.

After that, it was naturally the engrossing, ups and downs of the reunion between the Primarch and his descendant. Every nerve of the legion was shaken by the smile of his genetic mother, and every word they said was... Not a single glance or frown away from their genetic mother, and in this case, they wouldn't discuss anything else.

It wasn't until the Knight of Bayar who had completed his audience was walking on the way to the archives that he was stopped by a mortal servant who was ordered to clean the Primarch's room.

The mortal who accepted the order and had been cleaning the room of the original body had now passed down the family line. The mortal who stopped Bayar was the grandson of the person who accepted the order.

And the gentle words uttered from this mortal's mouth made Bayar, a perfect knight who had been rampant on the battlefield for hundreds of years, instantly break into a cold sweat.

Then……

This is the current scene.

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It was a pleasure to see his children frightened there, but Morgan already felt a little numb to it: instead of letting them tremble because of these small things, it would be better for them to seize this time and do something practical.

And Morgan did the same.

Under her order, the fearful senior officers finally dispersed. Marshall, who insisted on standing guard at the door of the original body's room to atone for his sins, was also persuaded to leave by Morgan. Now she needs the old knight to successfully form the Legion Council. She wanted to use this to observe the powerful figures in the legion and select those whose brains and ideas could keep up with the wave of reform.

After personally selecting the two luckiest Dawnbreakers and letting them become her first gatekeepers, Morgan's patience finally ran out a little bit. She clapped her hands and spoke to each of them in a serious tone. The frightened child arranged the task.

She needs silence.

So she got peace.

After the last Dawnbreaker slowly exited the room, Morgan was finally able to take a good look at this place: Not to mention, this place is indeed very spacious, even comparable to the large conference hall. If you choose to squeeze in, , maybe thousands of mortals can live here.

The luggage moved from the Indomitable Truth could not even fill the tip of the iceberg, and her big cat had already disappeared into nowhere on the battleship. Morgan breathed, she chanted the spell, and in an instant, this The unusually empty room quickly shrank to the size of the room she had on the Dark Angel's Glory Queen battleship.

She clapped her hands, and everything became what it was like on the Indomitable Truth.

Much more comfortable.

Morgan smiled, and she threw her body on the recliner. She idled her mind for a while, treating it as a long-lost rest. Then, she decided to sort out her thoughts and things that needed to be dealt with.

So, where to start?

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His eyes swept across the box of love from the Lord of Humanity...

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Forget it, bad luck, next one.

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Legion...

Now is not the time, she still needs a period of observation...

By the way, there was also that weird guy lurking in the Second Fleet. It was time to meet him: a soulless thing that really made her feel instinctively afraid.

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besides……

Her room?

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Her room!

Morgan opened his eyes: It would be a pity not to use such a huge space.

She touched her chin, and for a few moments, she was thinking seriously about what kind of private space she needed: this was not a difficult problem, because as early as when she served as the office director of the First Legion and occasionally visited the Legion, When she was a child, she dreamed of her own private kingdom.

Her descendants actually made an unintentional mistake: for psykers like Morgan, the size of space is just a matter of a spell, but Morgan didn't bother to correct them. She was a little tired of watching this. The iron-clad warrior showed fear and fear in front of her...

No, that wasn't even a performance, they were really frightened and thinking a lot about her casual words.

Why didn't she know before that the influence of the Primarch on her offspring was so strong?

Morgan blinked. She threw this new discovery into the storage room of her thoughts, and once again remembered things about her private kingdom.

A world that belongs only to her, where no one can enter, where she can do anything or hide anything: compared with this kind of paradise on earth, the importance of anything is insignificant.

Just like in a hamster's heart, nothing is more important than the hamster's nest.

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In Morgan's expectation, her private kingdom would be composed of more than a dozen parts, and most of them would belong to her alone and no one could visit.

First of all, she needs a reception room that is elegant enough. Maybe an arcane garden would be a good choice. She can receive unfamiliar visitors in a lush and perfect room, stopping them in her real footsteps. outside the kingdom.

Then, a showroom may be divided into two parts, separated by secret doors, to serve as a place to receive visitors of different levels.

In addition, a real rest room is also necessary. Morgan has the resting habits of ordinary people. If the time is sufficient, she is happy to rest for four to six hours at a time, although she does not really need such a long and long rest. She took frequent breaks, but her subconscious told her that there was nothing wrong with being more similar to mortals.

Therefore, in the lounge, soft cushions and cupboards filled with food, as well as a hanging chair that allows her to stretch her body, or a low table that can stand on her feet at any time, are all essential items: everything is It's to be more like a mortal, not a lazy need.

In addition to the lounge, she also needs some daily living rooms to deal with unnecessary but important things.

A wine cellar is used to brew and purify her works. The best ones that can be drunk for oneself and the ones that can be given away must be clearly distinguished.

A bathhouse with rising mist and artificial hot springs that radiate heat. Thousands of water flows between marble and tiles just for her: this is a good civilization.

A storage room may be used to store her wine, or it may be used to store other things. The temperature and humidity in the room may need to be controlled at all times.

A pet room, well, this is a necessary facility. After all, she keeps a big cat that occasionally stays at home, and in the future, she will also keep some other pets, maybe another big cat, or Other, flying mammals or something?

A dressing room can also serve as a fitting room. Although Morgan's appearance can be transformed into any appearance in the world through psychic powers, she does need some place to store those unique, self-worthy decorations and Clothing: For example, she liked the formal suit she brought back from the First Legion.

A grindhouse to embody some Comorian flair: Well, she needed it, and no one would know, but she would make the perfect grindhouse.

A study, this is a natural existence, it has unimaginable value and future. Morgan has already birthed some plans in her mind. For her psychic children alone, she will write at least six required books. Textbooks, just more electives: It is better to put your excess energy on endless learning than to think about it all day long and make trouble for her.

Um……

This is what is needed for daily action.

In addition, in the Spider Queen's hazy plan, there are still some parts that have not been fully thought out: maybe they belong to the production department?

A genetic laboratory, a magic workshop, a puppet chamber, a Tartarus, a private weapons arsenal, a tarot card room, a magic tower...

Some of them may be realized in the future, and others may prove to be unnecessary, but it doesn't matter. At this moment, they are all in Morgan's plan. Their general appearance and decoration are in Spider's mind. The ups and downs in the Queen's dreamy thoughts are like the quicksand kingdom in the long river of time, interpreting the youth of the moment.

This is the kingdom that Morgan fantasizes about, and this is the environment that is most suitable for Morgan to survive.

When the Lord of the Second Legion fell into a long-lost rest, thinking slowly while half asleep, she was receiving messages from her descendants while constantly dissecting and reconstructing the future territory.

One day, she will have everything she dreams of, and then she can live in this perfect country and become a happy queen of the deep palace, thinking and thinking in a place where no one can see her. Strategy.

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ah……

Make people look forward to it.

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In the next few days, nothing major happened.

After reuniting with their great Gene Mother, the newly born Dawnbreaker Legion stayed in this unknown star system for about ten Terran Standard Days before officially setting sail.

They were the last Imperial troops to leave this galaxy: the Lord of Mankind's personal armies and the Death Guard legion, they left quickly as early as the day Morgan reunited with her heirs, because this worthless galaxy has nothing of value anymore. Reasons for them to stay.

Perhaps, in the heart of the leader of the Death Guard Legion, if he could bear it and witness the reunion of Morgan and her heir, it would be an unimaginably generous act of kindness.

The Space Wolves and Salamanders were the second group to leave. Their warriors spent a few days happily getting along with the new Dawnbreakers, and they did not hesitate to express their friendship: although Fenris's wine and Nocturne's Forged products can hardly be called strategic materials, but they still represent friendship that is enough to prove.

The departure of the Luna Wolves fleet was followed by the shadow of the Salamander Legion. Horus left a large amount of supplies as an expression of regret that he could not fight alongside his blood relatives. After thinking for a period of time, the Wolf Shepherd finally Deciding to let his most reckless pride: Abaddon, leading a small group of Gastalin, remain with the Second Legion as an emissary of the Legion until they complete their visit to Morgan's home world.

It wasn't until a few days after the Luna Wolves fleet left that the Dark Angels' legion slowly disappeared at Mandeville Point. Caliban's King of Knights seemed to be using this slowness to tell the story between the two legions. special connection between them.

Jonson's gift is the largest and cannot be realized immediately, but the Primarch of the First Legion guarantees with his sword that when the Second Legion arrives at its destination, the gift of the First Legion will arrive.

As for the envoys of the First Legion, the Calibans did not refute their blood relatives: Luther has received a message. As the official representative of the Dark Angels, he will visit the home planet of the Second Legion, and there will be two hundred of the best. Dark angels will accompany him.

After making this series of guarantees, Jonson took one last look at the Polar Star and led his fleet to leave the galaxy without hesitation. But long before his legion set off, the veterans of the Sandalwood Order They had already been ordered to leave: they went to the Milky Way North, which is still in chaos, as the vanguard army looking for Ran Dan's home planet.

Jonson did not meet with his blood relatives again. He seemed to be escaping from something. However, the Lord of Dark Angels gave him a personal gift through a visit from Coswayne.

It was a book whose ink was still wet, with the parts that made Zhuang Sen most proud of written in detail.

His martial arts.

His tactics.

His way of governing.

his governance strategy.

His secrets to making friends.

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When this book with "loyalty" written in large gold letters on the cover finally came into Morgan's hands, the Dawnbreaker Legion's fleet finally set sail.

After several days of running-in and exchanges, hundreds of battleships were barely able to complete an orderly advance and retreat together. Nearly 20,000 Astartes warriors followed their primarchs and their rebirth, and gradually disappeared. In the eternal fluctuation of Mandeville Point.

The psychic waves of Navigators and Librarians flowed in the churning of the Warp, speaking of the destination that came from the mouth of the Primarch.

Prospero.

Magnus's kingdom.

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At this time, in the quiet room of the Primarch, Morgan was frowning slightly, thinking about something.

In the sea of ​​her soul, two unwritten letters were floating slowly. The Spider Queen's eyes were looking back and forth among them, thinking about the words.

In just a moment, she had thought of the content of the first letter.

"Dear Kelly Fannie, it's been a long time since we parted ways in Olympia..."

She wrote the letter in the blink of an eye, and thought about it for a while before hesitantly starting to write the second letter. At this time, her expression became a little serious.

"My most trustworthy brother, my Perturabo..."