Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

【Riza. 】

【A very famous world. 】

[As early as when I was a mere mortal, I had heard of its reputation, its strength, bravery, pioneering spirit, and ambition. 】

[Thinking about it at the time, it seemed that these words were not fundamentally different and could be applied to boasting about any world. 】

[But now, when I am no longer a mortal, when I can look at it equally with any existence in the galaxy, I discovered that such a striking forging world: it is indeed worthy of these evaluations, and it is indeed worthy of it. With all this boasting and attention, it is enough to make anyone stop and think about the possibilities associated with bribery, co-optation, and threats. 】

[Therefore, I will meet it, I will meet the envoy from Reza, and use the most formal ceremony, the longest time, and the most priority attitude to listen to its words and accept its goodwill and conspiracy. 】

【I will do this. 】

[And now, there is at most one Terra Standard Time before Reza's envoys officially arrive. 】

[You know what this means. 】

[This means that you only have at most one Terran Standard Time, sixty minutes, and three thousand six hundred seconds to convince me, to impress my cold heart, and to make me turn a blind eye to your pitiful little archaeological enterprise. 】

[Let me tolerate a humble alien bastard, able to survive in the sight of my soul. 】

[Let me put the blame in the past and not punish you for your shameless actions of deceiving, using, and squandering my property. 】

[Although you are just an alien, a miserable creation without a soul, and the remnant of a long-dead race, I think that with your remaining thoughts, you should be able to hear my words clearly, understand my meaning, and know me. emotions and standards. 】

【So. 】

【Now. 】

[Speak. 】

【I allowed it. 】

[Sergeant Trazin. 】

——————

The Queen of the Second Legion is entrenched on her silver-white throne. This is a place she loves recently. She always likes to sit in the extremely cold and uncomfortable snow-colored alloy, looking down at everyone. one person.

The nature and arrogance from her genes, invisibly taught the Primarch the rules of using the scepter and the throne, and how to properly stand above the heads and souls of everyone, in her own domain , establishing violence, rules and power.

It's not difficult.

When Morgan realized that she needed to become the queen of the Legion and countless worlds, she found the knowledge to become a king from her own blood, and in the next second, she became the epitome of countless tyrants and iron fists.

This is the Emperor's gift to all genetic offspring, and it is the birthright of every mortal demigod.

They are born to be kings, and they should demand everything from their own world, sitting high on the throne of will, authority and holiness: when they realize this, it is the moment when they become lonely.

The only difference is that the kingdoms of each of the emperor's descendants have different shapes and are completely different. They may be prosperous, lonely, lonely, cold wind howling, or smoke-filled.

Morgan, on the other hand, has not yet found her own kingdom and territory, but this does not prevent her from already possessing an invisible crown, which allows her to stand high and look down at the only courtier in the room.

This false [Courtman], this visitor with ill intentions, this soulless iron body who hides his appearance, truth and thoughts under a heavy hood and looks calm, is an alien. Offal.

Morgan had felt its presence and aura very early on: as early as when she had just reunited with her own legion, as early as when her will swept across the Dawnbreaker legion for the first time, she was in the ocean of souls, Saw a lot of interesting things.

A lot of eyes in confusion, mixed with expectation: this is nothing.

The few traces of loneliness and arrogance were like a timid cub showing its fangs: she was not surprised.

A few cumbersome whispers gathered in an inconspicuous corner, constantly chanting [Hydra Sovereign] in a low voice: It makes sense.

But the last one, the most eye-catching one, the guy who didn't even have his own soul, in Morgan's memory, constantly lured her property to some of the most dangerous areas, and secretly occupied Morgan's son. thieves of the fruits of their labor.

This is a bit much.

This is like putting a sly-eyed rodent in a room full of fragile and precious porcelain dolls, which is unbearable for anyone.

Morgan did not attack immediately. A ray of her will monitored this malicious lurker, and spent most of her energy on sorting out the legion's trivial matters. Such days lasted for several days at a time. moon.

Until the fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion left Prospero, until the thief named Sergeant Trazin actually found a suitable reason and swaggered to the [North Star], he already knew what it was. What's wrong with Morgan, he finally decided to dismiss his attendants and summon this [son].

It’s time to open up the skylights and speak out.

——————

Despite being prepared, Morgan frowned subconsciously when the thick hood was pulled open on its own.

What appeared in front of her was a simple but peculiar face. It was ordinary, ordinary enough to be lost in the sparse crowd, but it was also very special: when anyone saw this face, Everyone would subconsciously regard it as a face belonging to an Astartes warrior.

There is no doubt that this is the best disguise in the galaxy, enough to deceive any experienced Terran veteran.

However, this is still not enough if faced with a Primarch.

At the first glance, Morgan saw through that flawless face and saw something beneath the skin and flesh woven with quantum and special fibers: it was a skeleton, a gray-black cold skull. It is somewhat tall and thin, and the eye sockets are glowing with bright green light, but other than that, it has a shocking similarity to the human skull.

A feeling of disgust that could be called fear surged into Morgan's heart, and she took a second to breathe heavily, suppressing the desire to kill this desecrated body.

She was silent, tensed, and frowned as she watched [Sergeant Trazin] move slowly under the steps: he first took off the heavy cloak on his body, and then moved the clothes that seemed to be a little rusty. joints, a kind of bright green light flickered on its exposed sternum, until the first mechanical cry came out from his iron-gray [head].

"My apologies, my dear lady."

It reached Morgan's ears. Surprisingly, the language emitted by this twisted creation was not as unbearable as she imagined. She even picked up on the tones that were kneaded back and forth by sound-producing equipment and polishing software. , heard a touch of humanity, as if their owner was a villain in a suit, a bloody-handed thug with noble cultivation.

And this only made Morgan's brows frown more and more. Every moment, she was overcoming the desire to completely crush the person in front of her.

But as if he didn't see Morgan's raised brows, [Sergeant Trazin] took care of himself slowly, and then saluted leisurely and leisurely: its etiquette did not belong to any known kind. Culture, but still has obvious cultivation and heritage.

"If the thousand-changing mask and body I borrowed from Overlord Amenhopt have caused panic to you, then please accept my apology again: this time, I did it for the poor Overlord Amenhopt. And apologize."

"Its invention is indeed as reliable as its former reputation, but it obviously ignores certain rigid needs in interpersonal communication. This is undoubtedly a miscalculation. When I returned this body to it, I will definitely inform you of this defeat.”

This being named [Sergeant Trazin] is elegant, calm, and eloquent. It stands just like that on the scarlet carpet not far from the throne. Some kind of slow tune comes from an unknown mechanical organ. It keeps pouring out.

Morgan had a cold face, but after listening to this apology, she still had a smile on her eyebrows and lips.

[Thank you for your apology, unknown visitor, but unfortunately, I cannot accept it because I doubt the authenticity of this statement. 】

It seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then, a sound that could be classified as [surprise] came from its skull that was constantly flashing green light.

"I can understand your panic, dear lady, but I still have to carefully remind you that whether it is the noble upbringing of a lady or the respect for a gentleman like me, any rash doubts It’s all very disrespectful.”

"Unless you can produce corresponding evidence."

Morgan smiled silently. She leaned lazily on the sharp throne and pointed at [Sergeant Trazin]'s steel body.

[Although I don’t know much about your race, would the Amenhopt you speak of really voluntarily lend his body to others? 】

It fell silent, and immediately, an imitation that was closest to [laughter] quickly reached Morgan's ears.

"Please don't worry, ma'am."

"In borrowing this body, all its personal collections, and the treasury of the entire dynasty's collections, I fulfilled all the relevant etiquette and procedures of my species."

"I had a solemn and silent meeting with the Overlord Amenhopt himself, made fourteen consecutive requests to borrow his body and all his private collections, and gave a speech to his court, I explained to two hundred noble representatives the necessary reasons for borrowing these items, and sent a kind reminder to all of them that the star in their galaxy is about to give birth to an electromagnetic storm, which may be very harmful to their bodies. .”

"It is a pity that neither Amenhopt nor its court council has maintained its arrogant style for tens of thousands of years. They did not respond to my sincere words or express any gratitude for my warning."

"Their guards and beetles were even more powerless and even wanted to attack me when I was on a regular state visit. I had to keep them quiet so as not to disturb my sacred speech in the palace council."

"However, according to the conventions of our race, if a noble chooses to remain silent in the face of continuous requests from others instead of explicitly refusing, then this can be understood as a reserved acquiescence to maintain its dignity."

"Therefore, I worked tirelessly to help every noble representative present to press the button that symbolized [agree], and obtained the approval of two-thirds of the Palace Council, with the reserved acquiescence of the Overlord Amenhopt himself. , obtained the temporary ownership of its own body and that of all members of the Palace Council, as well as all their private collections. Even before leaving, I once again reminded them of the news that the fatal stellar electromagnetic storm was coming. "

"I hope they can listen to my valuable advice, repair the completely damaged defense measures in time, and persist until the day when I return all the collections on time."

"So, as you just heard, Ms. Morgan: everything in front of you was obtained through reasonable requests, serious meetings and correct processes."

The cold electronic accent gradually dissipated under Morgan's throne, and it sounded so...

【……】

【……】

【...呲! 】

A chuckle flowed out from the cold face of the Lord of the Second Legion, shattering the furrowed brows, and letting a few interesting thoughts flow in the blue pupils.

Morgan put his fingers against his pale lips, narrowed his eyes, and thought for a moment.

[Everything you have explained, Sergeant Trazin, is based on your own words and so-called conventions and customs. 】

"I can use my reputation to guarantee that you can ask my name in front of any of my compatriots, and they will respond with the most enthusiastic attitude."

[No need to, I am more curious about another question: Who determined the so-called conventions and customs you mentioned? 】

This question seemed to keep [Sergeant Trazin] silent for a while.

Finally, it dawned on him.

"ah……"

It bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for the reminder, Ms. Morgan. I didn't realize that I didn't introduce myself, which was an unacceptable faux pas."

"So……"

"As you can see, my name is Trazin. I am just an ordinary librarian. I am also a collection enthusiast. I own a museum and a collection of the history, artifacts, events and everything in the galaxy. As a voluntary protector of the Lord’s things, this is the purest voluntary public welfare activity, and I have not sought any personal benefits from it.”

"And if I divide it according to the ancient functions of my race, I am also a slightly authoritative expert in history and culture, with some..."

[Do you have some legal interpretation rights and necessary rights to modify the term "agreement and customs"? 】

"That's right~"

"Your wisdom shines like your brilliant silver hair, making people feel happy."

Morgan snorted softly as his only response.

She sat on her silver-white throne, crossed her legs, and leaned on the armrest on one side. Her arms were propped on those cold and hard alloy twisted bodies, supporting her slightly smiling face, and her blue pupils flickered. There is a light, a glimmer of appreciation for what is available.

From this moment on, Morgan was truly sure that this was a guy who could allow her to gather some patience and continue communicating.

Therefore, the Spider Queen, who has always been compassionate, for the first time gave this humble alien bastard in front of her the highest courtesy and the greatest sincerity that she could give to all aliens in the galaxy.

Temporary tolerance.

——————

Just like that, the two most despicable villains looked at each other and laughed, and the throne room was filled with vicious air for a moment.

——————

"However, I do have a question that I hope you can answer."

Having said this, Trazin involuntarily clenched the scepter in his hand.

"You seem to have a certain understanding of my race, and even myself. May I ask, do you have another acquaintance like me?"

[Not really an acquaintance. 】

[After all, they are raw. 】

"……raw?"

[Ah, nothing. 】

Morgan smiled, and she licked the corners of her pale lips intentionally or unintentionally.

[Some of my Eldar friends have mentioned you, Lord Trazin, to me. The reputation of you and your race is well known in their history books and classical dramas, and you have a very high appearance rate. 】

"Ah, that's good. But having said that, I did find some small oversights and omissions. It seems that there are still some items related to the Eldar tribe missing in my museum. I wonder if your friends can Are you willing to give up some love?"

[I have many Eldar friends, Lord Trazin. 】

[If it’s those wandering fools, Comorian bastards, and nondescript third-rate circus performers, I can probably make up four figures of friends. And if you include those indigenous friends who are close to nature, then I’m tasting them. When I was in World Soul, I probably made friends with about four figures. 】

"……I see."

Trazin nodded, and at a low-frequency slow flow rate, it looked carefully at the Soul Drinker on the throne, the Devourer with a harmless smile.

Although it has long been unable to feel the great throbbing in its soul, it cannot read real emotions from the so-called memory matrix, and it cannot complete simple tasks such as breathing and swallowing like even the lowest beast. action.

But this does not hinder the feedback and calculation process sent to it by the memory matrix when its electronic hearing instrument captures those vague numbers.

Trazin knew very well what the so-called four digits, or even more Eldar, that Morgan's pale lips spoke out as he closed and closed them meant something.

"It looks like you're a little older than I thought, Ms. Morgan."

[That’s not the case. I can tell you with certainty, Lord Trazin, according to the standards of Holy Terra, I am not even twenty years old this year, and now I am only just shy of my nineteenth birthday. More than thirty Terran standard months have passed. 】

"..."

【……】

"..."

[I think we can change the topic to a more appropriate topic, right? 】

"Happy to oblige."

The flashing electronic instrument spit out timely words, and Trazin immediately took a few steps forward, staying near the lowest bottom line acceptable to both parties.

"Do you mind if I ask another question?"

【Speaking. 】

"Ms. Morgan, would you be interested in becoming my personal friend?"

"Or, our relationship can be maintained by relying on the simplest friendship."

[What’s the difference between the two? 】

"That's the difference."

“Friendship can be the driving force behind establishing and promoting transactions.”

"As for friends, it is best not to involve matters related to transactions or exchange of interests."

"Considering that my cultural relics protection activities will involve your private property, I would like to get Ms. Morgan's response here to determine the next step in planning voluntary activities for cultural relics protection across the galaxy."

"After all, we have no record of transactions with each other, and we lack integrity scores and solid impressions of each other. This will not be beneficial to the subsequent activities."

【No. 】

[You are wrong, Lord Trazin. 】

Morgan waved.

[Before I returned to the empire, the Second Legion was already my property. 】

"certainly."

[So, in the past dozens of Terra standard years, you have privately used my personal property to carry out your volunteer activities in various dangerous monuments, causing continuous damage to my property. 】

[Moreover, you are still occupying public space on my battleship, hoarding your private collection items, and never paying any relevant taxes. 】

[So, how can we say there is no transaction between you and me? 】

[You obviously owe me a tax and compensation. 】

"..."

"I personally believe that since my actions are purely voluntary actions to protect cultural relics and historical sites across the galaxy, political concepts such as so-called taxes and compensation are not applicable to voluntary activities. "

[Ah, that’s understandable. 】

"Yes, yes, it's understandable..."

[But you privately appropriated my private property: my heirs, and invested it all in your exploration of the ruins. This is undoubtedly a risky investment, and I can legally claim my share of the interest. 】

【Is not it? 】

[This is an economic concept, Mr. Trazin. 】

"..."

"Economics concepts don't seem to apply to volunteers..."

[I am Morgan, a descendant of the Emperor and the Primarch of the Human Empire. Therefore, I have certain legal rights to interpret and make necessary modifications to economic concepts and voluntary activities. 】

[I believe you can understand, Lord Trazin, just like I can understand you. 】

"..."

"certainly."

"But I still want to remind you, Ms. Morgan, being too greedy will not be more beneficial to any interpersonal relationships and friendship activities."

[But I don’t want any friendship with you, Lord Trazin. 】

Morgan laughed.

[Friendship is enough. 】

【not to mention……】

[I heard a story: A long time ago, there was a race called the Necrons. Within this race, there was a dynasty called Nihilak. They once robbed and destroyed more than a thousand civilizations, and robbed and destroyed more than a thousand civilizations. Taking away their wealth, the bloody trophies they hoarded made their total wealth account for as much as 70% of the entire Necron civilization. 】

[Presumably, then, a certain overlord of the Nihilak dynasty would never accuse another person of being too greedy. Any gentleman who devotes himself to voluntary activities would despise such double standards, right? 】

"...That's right, ma'am."

"It seems that your relationship with the Eldar is closer than I thought."

Morgan smiled, and under her pale, thin lips were even paler teeth.

【of course. 】

【My appetite has always been good. 】

[So now, maybe we can talk about: interest? 】

Trazin stood there, and for a moment, the green light all over his body no longer flickered, as if he had fallen into some kind of sleep or thinking.

"In my workroom and private lounge, there is a group of personal... collections that belong to me. I think it is suitable as a gift to celebrate the reunion of you and your legion."

【Thank you for the gift. 】

"You're welcome……"

[What about interest? 】

"..."

"Even the Nihilak dynasty has now learned the meaning of humility and restraint. Ms. Morgan, I also have a map of the entrances and exits of the Webway in the eastern part of the Milky Way. This item has little value for cultural relic protection."

[Internet channel? 】

Morgan leaned back and smiled.

[I don’t think the Internet Channel means anything to me. Perhaps only the poorest and most unlucky human beings would desire this kind of thing. 】

"But it has something to do with the Eldar: especially with Commorragh."

【……】

[So it sounds like it does have some collection value. 】

Morgan's smile became a little more sincere.

【How can I thank you? Sergeant Trazin? 】

[Hmm... let's do this. 】

[I heard that each Legion of Astartes has its own office and stationed personnel in Holy Terra, and those who can be sent there are veterans with outstanding merits. 】

[And you, Sergeant Trazin, obviously meet this high standard, and I believe you will enjoy the beautiful scenery of Holy Terra. 】

"Please don't, Ms. Morgan, I have already decided to devote this body to the cause of the Great Crusade and fight to the last moment for humanity and the Emperor!"

"What's more, as you just said, you and I can have friendship. Friendship will bring business, and business will bring benefits to both you and me."

【……】

【It makes sense. 】

[Maybe you can take me to visit your museum, Lord Trazin, where we can talk about our business, and I think my heirs will definitely be very enthusiastic about the various collections there. . 】

"I'm looking forward to it, but unfortunately, my museum is being closed for maintenance. It will probably take about 10,000 years before it can be opened to the public again."

[That is really a huge loss for the galactic cultural relics protection operation. 】

"But if it's business, then I'm always waiting."

[This doesn’t sound very good, Sergeant Trazin. Your sincere attitude makes me think that placing you in that overly dilapidated process room is really a big problem. 】

[Come to me, I will always pay attention to you, and this will also be beneficial to our transaction, right? 】

"indeed."

With the nod of the metal corpse in front of her, Morgan's smile became more sincere. She played with her hair, thought about it, and then took out a dark sphere.

[Then, let me ask. 】

[Can you evaluate the collection value of this thing? I felt like it had some unique qualities that made it perfect for a down payment on our first deal. 】

"Hmm...what's it called?"

[The soul of Erebus. 】

I suddenly found a joy

According to the setting of this book, Morgan probably woke up around 855.M30, and she joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion in 859.M30. The Dawn Star incident at the beginning of the book was set by me at 860.M30.

Now, the time for Morgan's return is probably around 876.M30.

Yes, our Miss Morgan, the mother of the Dawnbreakers, is a young and beautiful girl around 20 years old, maybe even less than 20 years old (face covering)