Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Have you and Perturabo known each other for a long time?"

[This depends on your definition of time: it can be sixteen years, or it can be less than sixteen hours. 】

"Interesting...so what does my brother look like to you?"

【...Gyro? 】

"……What?"

[Gyro. 】

[A... constantly rotating top. 】

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Primarch of the Imperium of Man, daughter of the Emperor, Lord of the Second Legion, Honorary Legion Master of the First Legion, and future Tyrant of Avalon: there is no doubt that Morgan will be a complex figure.

But at the same time, it can also be a collection of very simple elements.

Just like a merciless tyrant on the throne, or a cruel father behind the throne, looking at the same thing from different angles, the results may be completely opposite: nothing is absolutely flat, they are all complex and three-dimensional of multifaceted existence.

Mortals are like this, kings are like this, even the gods in the clouds are like this.

And Morgan is certainly no exception.

On the one hand, the leader of the Second Legion is definitely a complicated woman. I am afraid that even she herself cannot see her true face. After all, countless perfect fantasies from countless pupils have already covered her, and she cannot see that layer. The despicable nature hidden under layers of cover.

The silent counselor, the quiet confidant, the capable heir, the wise witch, the goddess who drinks victory, the blood-stained tyrant...

Under the layers of layers, no one cares about Morgan's true appearance. The gift from the Lord of Humanity allows the Queen of Dawn to easily influence everyone around her, possessing more power than all her brothers combined. Exaggerated invisibility charm: As long as she wants, she can control any kingdom in the stars.

But from another perspective, this kind of gift was corroding her original cold heart without mercy, leading the terrifying figure who could swing a knife at her brother's soul without hesitation to a person who no one could. Predicting and deciding the future.

Morgan is of course complicated: this is both the silent plot of the emperor and the unintentional influence of everyone, and it is also the regretless choice she made out of greed and plunder.

But on the other hand, Morgan is quite pure: no matter how external thoughts corrode her heart, the nature of the Spider Queen is always the soul that trembles in the cold night, the one who protects, strengthens and rewards herself at all costs A selfish person.

Greed, selfishness, indifference, caution...

From this point of view, Morgan has never changed. She always looks at the world with absolute malice and carefulness, and looks at the people who smile or kneel in front of her: maybe at some point, she will release others There is kindness in her eyes, but kindness is definitely not the nature in her heart, but a kind of imitation and coaxing of the beautiful atmosphere in the outside world.

In the eyes of others, she may be a docile mother, a loyal primarch, or a friend worthy of deep friendship: but this does not prevent her from still being a selfish figure when she has these identities.

As for those good deeds.

Maybe it was just a coincidence or a deliberate coincidence.

And coincidence can't change anything, can it?

At the very least, when Morgan arrived at [The Veil of Destiny], her nature was not changed: she came with a malice towards Perturabo, and this obscure malice was reflected in her exquisite The combination of skill and talent was enough to fool another Primarch.

As for the fact that he quietly led the conversation during the reunion and joke with Kelly Fannie, so that all of Perturabo's rational observations were interrupted by [coincidences] again and again, it was a matter of course: this It is much easier than practicing swordsmanship with Zhuang Sen or exploring subspace with Magnus.

The lady from Olympia was far more talkative than she thought, and the Lord of Steel was far more sensitive and thoughtful than she thought: Originally, Morgan would have worried that Perturabo would not care about the two of them at all, but this time This worry was proven to be unnecessary in the first second.

She uses one strand of her soul to lead the conversation with Kelly Finney, while the other strand is used to monitor the legion of bad boys who are going out with her for the first time, lest they cause trouble for her.

The third ray rose high in the sea of ​​souls, carefully witnessing Perturabo's every move beside them, and witnessing the Lord of Steel's extremely serious battle of wits and courage with the cheerful air. There is back and forth.

It's a fierce duel!

Three strands of soul were far from all of Morgan's spiritual power, and all the remaining control power of the Spider Queen was used to tightly press her lips to prevent laughter from leaking out.

This was much more difficult than talking to Perturabo.

Thinking of this, even the leader of the Second Legion couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded.

Morgan even wanted to laugh at his past self when he thought about how he was in the room where he was, constantly speculating and preparing for the possibilities and methods of dealing with various situations before meeting Perturabo.

Of course, her efforts were not completely in vain: at least, judging from the current situation, her initial silent evaluation of Perturabo was still very standard.

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Just before the fleet of the Second Legion was about to arrive at its destination, Morgan was still thinking about how to get along with her steel brothers: by the way, she also thought about the blood relatives she had gotten along with before.

Although she had met many Primarchs, the ones that left a deep impression on her were none other than Magnus, Perturabo and Jonson.

Some are because of time, and some are because of... ability.

There is no doubt that these three people are very different from each other. If you include Morgan himself who is different from the three of them...

Um……

Her genetic father is really a big dye vat in biology...

In Morgan's mind, she is accustomed to using various instruments to refer to her brother.

Jonson is the sword.

Sharp, ruthless, hair-breaking, yet capable of being exploited to some extent.

There is no shortcut to getting along with the sword. If you want to get it, you must mine it a hundred times, beat it a thousand times, and refine it ten thousand times. You must experience fire and cold with it. There must be no mistakes on the way. You have to endure the shrinkage and weakness: even if you have forged it, as long as your complacency gets the upper hand, it can strike back at any time and slit your throat.

This was the experience with Zhuang Sen, a sadness that even Morgan didn't want to look back on.

Compared with Jonson, Magnus is too simple.

Magnus is the book.

Concise, important, and catchy, but you can't decide who wrote it.

When Morgan walked in Prospero's land, her red blood relative gave her the feeling of an open book. She only needed to pick it up casually with her fingers, and she could read everything about him: his wisdom, his His dream, his depravity and madness, using the most direct and clear language, deeply shocked the Spider Queen's young heart, which was only nineteen years and a few dozen months old.

What's more, the author who took pleasure in all the changes didn't bother to use a pseudonym to cover it up, and recommended his works to Morgan openly: and Magnus didn't know all this.

It is just a book, a book that has been written a long time ago. The profound words have soaked into the original pure paper, defining the entire content from the prologue to the end.

Morgan didn't even need to turn to the next page. She just glanced at the chapter called Prospero and could imagine the subsequent content and story.

So, she fled, not even caring about her original greed and planning, nor the proper etiquette and blood ties. She hurriedly escaped from the book written by the Lord of Changes, and came to a place that could barely make people feel at ease. The place.

If she could, she would never open this book again in her life.

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Compared with Morgan, Jonson or Magnus, Perturabo is particularly interesting.

He's like...

A spinning top.

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"Gyro?"

As a woman who was rated as "intelligent" by the two primarchs, Kelly Fanny rarely felt doubts: but now, she did feel real doubts.

"You say my brother Perturabo...is like a top?"

[It’s just a rough metaphor. Although some details don’t match up, in general, it is true. 】

[Have you ever played with a top? 】

"...Perturabo did build one for me, but I can't see...what's the similarity between him and that thing."

The refreshment table prepared by Kelly Fanny is right next to the railing. She placed the verdant colors from Olympia on the milky white carved pillars, making it worthy of any elegant party: when the weather is nice, Morgan and her close friends sat on both sides of this chair and could easily see the vast scenery more than ten kilometers away.

At this time, one of Ms. Olympia's arms was placed on the railing, while the other was propped on the table, supporting her chin, allowing it to think slowly.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but straighten up, glanced at the shadow of Perturabo in the room, and then lowered her voice.

"You're not calling him fat, are you?"

"Perturabo isn't fat, he's just a little... stocky."

【...呲! 】

Morgan was amused, and her loud laughter made the shadows in the room sway.

[No, that’s not what I meant. 】

[I just think that there are many similarities between the two. 】

Kelly Fannie blinked and couldn't help but look into the room again.

[Don't worry, he can't hear it. 】

"real?"

【certainly. 】

"Then... tell me quickly!"

Kelly Fannie laughed: on her face that was already a bit weathered, excitement and expectation easily appeared.

[Have you ever played with a top? 】

"certainly."

[Then do you know how it works? Do you know why it rotates? 】

"Hmm...let me think about it."

"I remember Perturabo talking to me about: friction, gravity, axiality, force analysis, moment of momentum theorem, and rigid body dynamics, among other things..."

"Well, in fact, he wrote me a book directly, almost hundreds of pages thick, to tell me how the top spins."

[That’s right, you see, the seemingly simple top, an ordinary children’s toy, is actually rich in such complex knowledge and wisdom. It can be said to be a rich scholar. How many people in the world can explain or even see it clearly? What about the inner sophistication and complexity? 】

[And...even if I can see it clearly, so what? 】

[Even though its operation and existence are rich in such exquisite structure and knowledge, its only role and value is to do meaningless things over and over again under the whip of those who don't care about these things. , spinning in an eternal spiral. 】

[Until the moment it breaks. 】

[Its only contact with the outside world is that the sharp screw tip and the hard ground are wearing and consuming each other, hurting the ground and itself. 】

[Its only interaction with others is to be whipped again and again. That is the only way to make it spin and give it strength. However, no one likes to be whipped, which is bound to make it feel angry and unwilling. Until the end it was scarred and worn out. 】

[So, when we look at a top, what do we see? 】

[A being that is exquisite on the inside, but extremely vulgar and even cumbersome on the outside. As the crystallization of various knowledge and primitive wisdom, its only function is to spin monotonously and then entertain others. 】

[The only thing the outside world can give it is the constant whipping of the whip, and the only thing it can give the outside world is the increasingly worn screw tip and the scars it has caused. 】

[All it can do is rotate, and rotate continuously. Apart from that, it can't do anything, and it can't even get the slightest rest. 】

[It suffers from whipping, but it cannot do without whipping: because it knows that without whipping, it is worthless. 】

[In the end, it will even actively seek to be whipped, looking for motivation and rhetoric that can paralyze itself. 】

[Until the whip breaks. 】

[Until the screw tip collapses. 】

[Even the most savage external force cannot counter the raging anger accumulated in its day-to-day monotony. 】

[Until it finally lost control, and in a future that no one could predict, it surged along a route that was irrational and logical, venting its power and inertia. 】

[Until all those powers disappeared, until this originally exquisite creation could no longer maintain its savage instincts, until it could no longer get up and collapsed on an unknown piece of mud, no longer being taken seriously by any eyes. , and no longer has any value. 】

[Until it rolls around. 】

[Until it rolls to the ground. 】

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Until it rolled into my hands.

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Kelly Finney blinked.

She swallowed her tea.

"You...are talking about the top, right?"

【certainly. 】

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"Before I go in, what on earth were you talking to Kelly Fannie about?"

Until Kelly Fanny fell asleep and the meeting place of Perturabo and Morgan came all the way from the palace on the surface to the long corridor of the [North Star], the Lord of Steel finally couldn't suppress his inner curiosity.

When Morgan heard this, she just glanced at her brother and smiled.

【Peace of mind. 】

[I didn’t say Dawnstar, and she didn’t say Olympia. 】

"...I don't care about this."

Peturabo objected angrily, but his face obviously relaxed a lot because of these words.

He hummed softly, and his broad chest seemed to echo an ancient song from Olympia. In the song, he followed his blood relatives all the way through the tarmac and the long passage, heading towards Morgan's throne room little by little. Close to the living room.

It’s time to get to the point.

Naturally, the meeting between the two Primarchs would not be without purpose. In fact, the reason why Perturabo initiated this invitation was the order from the Emperor. As a Primarch skilled in creation, he would Make your own suggestions for the [Spear of Eros] in Morgan's hand.

But before that, Morgan wanted to show him something else.

"Welcome, Your Excellency."

As soon as he walked into the throne room, a cold voice attracted Perturabo's attention.

"who is she?"

【My maid. 】

[Ania, Ania-Alstolem. 】

Morgan introduced softly, but the Lord of Steel didn't listen at all.

The Lord of Steel looked at the short and thin [Maidmaid] and frowned. Thanks to his innate wisdom and the inexhaustible knowledge in his brain, Perturabo saw through this so-called 【maid】.

"She's a robot."

[That’s right. 】

"...Morgan."

"Don't tell me that you are also involved in some areas that our father does not allow."

Perturabo's voice rose to an eighth tone in an instant, but this did not panic Morgan at all. Queen Gene just clapped her hands gently, and her maid quietly walked up to her, raising her hands and feet. Smooth and natural, Perturabo's brows furrowed even more.

"Are you experimenting with AI?"

[Don’t say this nonsense, my brother Perturabo. 】

The silver-haired Primarch lifted her maid onto a table nearby and skillfully pressed a hidden switch. The next moment, the clothes in front of the maid were connected to the skin and spread out to all sides, revealing the existence inside.

The Lord of Steel's brow relaxed slightly.

He clearly saw that there were still some organs inside the maid's body, and they were still functioning: for example, the entire digestive system and the lower half of the spine were still clearly visible, obviously they were born with it. appearance.

But on the other side, a soft metal partition stretched across the lungs, dividing the two kingdoms of machinery and flesh: her respiratory system and upper half of her spine had obviously suffered severe damage, and they had all Precision metal instruments were used to replace them. At the same time, her arms and legs were also a two-way combination of metal cables and original flesh, and many traces of artificial reinforcement could even be seen.

[My fleet passed through the Alstrom system about three Terra standard months ago, and received a distress letter from a certain colonial ship there. 】

[But when we arrived, it was already too late. The raging storm tore into pieces the unqualified shell of the colony ship and killed millions of colonists inside. My heir was only found in the captain's cabin. This child. 】

[It was a colonial ship of the lowest level, and all the equipment on it could only be said to be barely up to standard. Therefore, when the storm destroyed the outer shell, there was no possibility that they could survive. 】

[After identification by a pharmacist, the child was about fifteen years old, but not even 150 centimeters tall: but she was a blessing in disguise, because other children who were stuffed into small life support devices with her were destroyed due to their size. Those inferior devices and lost their lives. 】

[But her situation is also extremely pessimistic: when we found her, a steel bar pierced her lungs, respiratory tract and upper half of her spine. She was actually a dead person, but she still had Weak brain waves and will, but the soul has not completely dispersed. 】

[So, on a whim, I decided to use this method to save her. 】

[I asked the mechanical priests who accompanied the army to replace the broken organs with instruments to maintain her life. However, this only continued her biological life. Her soul and consciousness could not be restored, and she became a vegetative state. 】

[So, I used a different idea. 】

Morgan closed the maid's body, and then opened her head, allowing Perturabo to see that there was still an intact human brain in the head supported by the metal cable: it was covered by a layer of extreme Surrounded by a hard invisible shield, it acts as a double layer of protection.

[As you can see, Perturabo, her brain is intact. The real problem lies in her soul: when we found her, her soul had been torn apart with the passage of life and could not be restored at all. 】

[So, I separated some insignificant fragments from my soul, and then pieced together the remaining parts of her soul bit by bit, using my soul fragments to fill in the missing parts. 】

[Finally, she was "resurrected". 】

"..."

"It doesn't sound biological or physical."

[Are there many things like this in this galaxy? 】

"..."

"So, what's her condition now?"

Morgan shook his head.

【I don't know either. 】

[She can eat, sweat and even excrete, and also has additional functions such as smell and taste, but on the other hand, she does not need to breathe and has no pain. 】

[As for the soul, although the main part of her soul is still her own soul, and there is no problem with her big or small brain: this means that she has retained her previous cognition, memory and even physiological habits. And part of the way of thinking. 】

[But in fact, she is essentially just an extension of me. Although my soul fragments are rare, they occupy a huge weight. Any of her thoughts and emotions cannot be separated from the influence of my soul fragments: it can be said that I I can control her every move at any time, and even let my own soul rest on her for a short time. 】

[In other words, she still maintains the memory, cognition and habits of a human being, but what allows her to think and act as a human being is my soul. 】

[She retained the original mouse, display screen, keyboard and even the decoration style, but replaced the host with mine. 】

[So... I can't accurately describe her state to you. After all, this is what I did driven by some kind of instinct. 】

"Your instinct led you to stuff your soul fragments into a mechanical creation?"

[This can also be regarded as a physical creation. 】

"What's the difference?"

[...It seems not. 】

[That’s why I came to you, my Perturabo. I don’t have the corresponding knowledge. This is really a bit profound for me. 】

The Lord of Steel touched his chin and was silent for a while.

"I can indeed make some corresponding changes: I can replace these mechanical parts with the best handmade products, and then add hundreds of millions of firepower parts to her."

"However, I can't give you a definite answer for a while."

"What on earth...did you create?"