Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Rogal Dorn led all the troops under his command that could be immediately engaged in a mobile battle, and arrived in the Voslin system four months after receiving the Emperor's order.

This was not an easy journey. The main fleet of the Seventh Legion set sail from their home star Invite in the Storm Star Territory and spanned a small half of the galaxy including the Maelstrom. During this period, the [Eternal Expedition] passed by It has destroyed countless chaotic galaxies that have not been recovered by the empire, and the scars from hundreds of encounters and chases have left brand-new marks on its golden bridge class.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists restrained his desire to annihilate all enemies and potential enemies in his sight, faithfully and accurately recording their areas of activity, and upon fulfilling the Emperor's personal orders, he would lead a group of Build a larger fleet to face these responsibilities that should be shouldered by him.

But now, everything takes the order of the Lord of Mankind as the highest priority.

With this common sense in mind, the Imperial Fist fleet arrived in the Voslin system before the stipulated time. Through the Mandeville Point here, they will jump directly to the star sector where Nostramo is located and wait there. With the personal arrival of the Lord of Humanity.

But just when Dorn's vanguard fleet sailed into the Voslin system with its dim stars, the auspicious omen, detection eye and imaging unit on the ship simultaneously sent feedback to the Primarch: they were not the first A human empire fleet arrived here, and another visitor of similar size seemed to have been parked in the star orbit of the system for some time.

"It's the Second Legion, my lord."

"It's the Legion of the Dawnbreakers."

The commander of the Haskar Guard, Guidores, walked to his original body and reported to him the results of the work of the signal masters. The answer did not surprise the genetic original body: Compared with Invite, Voslin and The Far Eastern Frontier can be said to be close at hand, and his blood relative whom he has never met is half the lord here and one of the five Primarchs who will rush to Nostramo with the Emperor.

"The Primarch of the Dawnbreaker wishes to meet with you and have a conversation, either through holographic projection or by having her come to the Eternal Crusade in person. She declares that she will hand over the power of choice to you."

The Attaché of the Primarch read out the second half of the message in an orderly manner. He emphasized the word "talk" slightly because the message itself was the same. Guidores didn't want to disturb him with any details. The judgment result of the father of genes.

And the Primarch's answer was quicker and more straightforward than he imagined.

"It's not really a choice, Guidores, because there's no real difference between the two options, my blood relatives are just sending me a notice, a notice that wants to establish a line of communication with me, and I will respond to this notice in the best possible way."

"Invite her to the Eternal Crusade, Guidores. It will take a few Terra Standard Hours for my fleet to reach the orbit of the star from Mandeville Point, which is enough time for us to make the necessary preparations. Prioritize the deck of the parking airport. Clear it out as a welcoming venue.”

The original body's order was accurate and swift, just like any of his past instructions. However, as Dorn's most trusted leader of the Haskar Guard, Guidores had the obligation to hold the message-written message at this moment. The electronic board allowed his thoughts to run one more round.

"Lord Dorne."

Guidores said quietly.

"Perhaps we should not make a decision so quickly. We do not have more information about the Lord of the Second Legion, but all the intelligence can confirm that she is a relatively rational one among the Primarchs, possessing With her unusually meticulous thoughts and character, perhaps her messages contain some hidden meanings.”

"I know, Guidores, but that's not what we need to think about right now."

The Primarch's stern face did not change at all. He walked towards the wall of glory on one side of the room and began to select everything he needed to parade with his blood relatives.

"Rational people will only clearly record important things in external messages, so we only need to consider the message: if there are really other things that are hidden and not stated clearly in the message, it can only mean that They are not important and we do not need to waste more time on them.”

"Yes, sir."

——————

In the next few Terran Standard Time, everything developed more smoothly than Guidoreth imagined. The Dawnbreaker fleet quietly waited for its friendly forces, and their genetic primal was counted. Protected by a heavily armed Stormbird, he personally came to the temporary flagship of the Imperial Fist.

The brief greetings between the Primarchs and the subsequent review of the Seventh Legion's welcoming queue lasted for about fifteen minutes. The Lord of the Second Legion showed obvious concern for the Seventh Legion. She inquired about people such as Sigis. The location of a well-known figure like Mond, and after learning that the other party was leading an army to perform a separate mission at the moment, he showed a bit of regret.

Other than that, everything went very smoothly until the two Primarchs finally arrived at the assembly hall of the Eternal Crusade. Only the two Legion Masters and their attendant military attachés remained in this room, while many stood there. Guidores, who was behind En, recognized the warrior behind Morgan at a glance. He knew that it was Rana, the famous Phoenix in the Second Legion.

Although the Chief Old Guard does not seem to be a big figure among the Dawnbreakers in the past few decades of the Great Crusade, this does not prevent many soldiers from other legions from hearing his name: this is also a strange thing about the Second Legion. Jing, among the Sons of Morgan, many less high-level warriors will also have considerable popularity, because they are often hundreds of years old veterans of Terra and have already become legends.

Of course, the price of such legendary deeds is that the entire Second Legion has not seen more new stars for a long time. From beginning to end, it is the familiar old faces that have been sung from the Terra Unification War to the present.

Similar emotions flashed through Guidores' mind, and were thrown out of his thoughts without hesitation. The leader of the Haskar Guard ordered himself to concentrate. He must always pay attention to the two primarchs. conversation.

The conversation did not start immediately. The Primarch of the Imperial Fist maintained his usual low tone, waiting for his blood relatives to speak. Under the gaze of three pairs of pupils, Morgan first looked around the inside of the assembly hall with interest. The simple but impeccable decoration, and then he withdrew his gaze and focused on Donne's angular face.

Because the Lord of Witte acquiesced to this, he was waiting for his blood relatives, waiting for her observations to bring real words of reason, and he did not wait long. Morgan's first formal words came within a few minutes. coming.

[I have heard your name long ago, Dorn, my blood relative. I have heard of you as a Primarch long before I knew that I myself was one. 】

"I returned to the Empire in the thirty-seventh year after the Great Crusade began, and began to lead the Imperial Fists to join the battle in the same year. The earliest record of your appearance in the imperial records was at the dawn of the sixty-second year after the Great Crusade began. During the Star Rescue Operation, it is normal for you to know my name in advance. Morgan, if you have not done this, you should strengthen your sensitivity and collection ability of the information around you. For people like us, For military commanders, this is crucial."

【……】

All the words brewing in Morgan's mind were knocked back at this moment.

The Lord of Avalon blinked, and she accepted her blood relative's answer to this simple greeting with an unspeakable astonishment. The long speech from Invite seemed to carry a cold wind-like swiftness, which made Morgan's height Concentration felt momentarily confused.

After a moment, like a child who was still a little confused, the Spider Queen nodded with dull eyebrows. As a simple reply to the words of her blood relatives, she pretended to adjust her posture on the seat, very slowly, in order to delay the next step. Much time.

And in the few seconds that were deliberately delayed, the leader of the second legion took another look at his brother: simple and neat short white-blond hair, pure golden armor, and a stern face that seemed to be carved by the ice of the ground. It has a certain awe-inspiring indifference and stability.

There was no deviation from the information she had collected.

Morgan nodded secretly.

As a Primarch who was accustomed to putting reason first, after witnessing how rich biological diversity her blood brothers were, the female tyrant of Avalon quietly developed the habit of collecting She has the habit of collecting information about various Primarchs, and in the more than two months since Yemenga's farce ended, she has been collecting information on several Primarchs.

Although they are all familiar things, they are enough for Morgan to plan countermeasures for various situations: he realized in hindsight how aggressive his performance in the Yemenga Monolith was. Finally, the Spider Queen now believes in absolute caution and advance preparation as the only truth.

It is not difficult to search for information about the Lord of the Seventh Legion, but it is also difficult to find any vital intelligence. Morgan can only figure out Dorne's inner and outer nature from the several decisive victories recorded in the Great Expedition. Thoughts.

But now it seems that the Lord of Invite is a little more exaggerated than she thought.

Then, Morgan laughed and put her hands on the desk again, showing her interest in continuing the conversation.

[Perfect advice, my dear blood, I have rarely heard such a valuable summary in such a short conversation, perhaps this is our strength as Primarchs. 】

"This is far from a summary. It is just a simple fact that is obvious. Whether it is discovering it, pointing it out or acknowledging it, it is the most basic thing."

[Your words are a little more serious than I thought. 】

"Does that make you resist hearing it?"

[No, I just feel very simply that even if we meet for the first time, there is no need to continue our conversation in such a serious atmosphere: we are blood relatives, brothers with the same father, right? 】

"From a biological point of view, I agree that this statement is correct."

【? 】

[Does having blood relatives bother you? 】

"No, because I know that my personal thoughts cannot reverse the facts that have emerged. No matter what my personal understanding of the concept of blood relatives is, it cannot reverse the reality that I will have a group of blood brothers, their existence and behavior No bigger changes will happen because of my will.”

"And what I have to do is accept this calmly."

Morgan crossed her fingers and covered her lips. Her hair fell down, covering up the flash of light in her pupils.

Although he had a general estimate of the character of the original Imperial Fist before taking action, at this moment, there was still a genuine question passing through the mind of the leader of the Second Legion.

Rogge Dorn, this guy.

Wasn't he really taking the opportunity to ridicule her?

Blood brothers who have to admit that they are in reality? What is he alluding to?

Morgan did not have more time to continue to expand on this topic, and she did not immediately conclude that Dorn had malicious intentions: after experiencing the surprise brought by the Lord of Ultramar, the Spider Queen was able to accept a reality.

Maybe there really were some normal people among her brothers: maybe the Primarch of the Imperial Fists was one too? He is also a simple-minded character, but just like Guilliman can become ambitious unintentionally, Dorn can also become unintentionally...

Bluntly speaking?

Although these words also don't sound very normal.

Thousands of thoughts were in her mind like rain falling on banana trees, but the smile of the Lord of the Second Legion was not disturbed in the slightest. She stood with her arms on the smooth and empty table and continued this. talks.

Oh, by the way, it was only then that Morgan discovered one thing: Dorne didn't even prepare a ritual drink for her, and the table between the two Primarchs was also frighteningly empty, with only Cold gray-white.

This seems to be a hint of unwelcomeness, but it seems that it can be understood as sincerity without any obstruction or selfishness?

Two completely opposite answers collided in the Primarch's mind. Morgan did not rush to a conclusion. She just ran her thoughts quickly to sort out the next words.

But before she could speak, Dawn started a new conversation.

"So, what's the matter with you?"

【matter? 】

"Yes, you came to my battleship as the Lord of the Second Legion and talked with me in the assembly hall. Only the most trusted descendants of each other were allowed to listen to our conversation: Do you want to speak with me in such a serious situation? , did you talk about any important topics?"

Morgan chuckled, the question not making her nervous.

[There is nothing complicated, my dear brother, I just want to get to know the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, and get to know the blood relatives with whom I will fight side by side in the future. 】

"that's it?"

【Isn’t it enough? 】

"Of course not enough."

The words spoken from the Master of the Imperial Fist were an unequivocal verdict, which immediately froze the Spider Queen's chuckle, because Morgan had never expected that there would be a Primarch so... indifferent on this issue.

[Can't I leave my ship for a while and get to know my brothers? You know, Donne, we all have to get to know each other sooner or later, and this isn't some lax or wrong personal move. 】

"Since we rushed to this galaxy together because of the Emperor's order, then when the Lord of Mankind brings us together to see him together, we can naturally get to know our blood brothers and exchange names and friendship."

"Before the Emperor, we are his heirs and generals, blood relatives to each other, but at this moment, our identity is more important than the burden of being Primarch and Lord of the Legion. A blood connection at the right time.”

"Now, without the Emperor arriving, you, as the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion, left your own battleship and came to my battleship, not for any important topic, just to conduct a Something that can be done in the presence of the Emperor.”

"This is a personal move, Morgan."

"Although there is no law that says it is a wrong move, in my opinion, it is undoubtedly inappropriate and you should not leave your battleship, and your legion, so easily."

A gleam of light flashed in the Spider Queen's pupils because of these straightforward accusations. This ray of light made Lana beside her share the same hatred and made Guidores stand uneasy, but it did not shake Dorne even a little bit.

[Do you think I shouldn’t come to your battleship and get to know you? 】

"Yeah, that's inappropriate."

[But don’t forget, Dorn: I had two proposals in the message. You avoided the holographic projection option and allowed me to access your Eternal Crusade. And now, you tell me that this was a wrong decision? 】

"Before, this decision was correct and necessary: ​​even the best holographic projection cannot fully express our words and emotions. If you really have something important to discuss with me, then choose holographic projection The projection was thoughtless and, therefore, I allowed the talks to take place aboard the Eternal Crusade."

"But now, you have personally proved that you have no more important things, and an acquaintance between blood relatives is not important enough to require you to leave your battleship: haven't you considered, if at this time, a team full of people A hostile fleet has approached our fleet, and without your personal command, will your legion suffer unnecessary casualties?"

[The probability of this kind of thing is as low as the conscience of those Terran tax officials. Will you condemn my inappropriate actions for such a low probability thing? 】

"This is not a condemnation, this is just pointing out the truth of the matter: you did not think carefully."

The breath mixed with the lowest anger was slowly sprayed out by the Lord of the Second Legion. Morgan let his body lean back and tried to adjust his somewhat undulating mentality.

[Thank you for the reminder, blood relative, but this is no need for you to worry: even if I am on your battleship, and if the attack will happen at the next moment, my descendants will only fight in an orderly manner. They are not a group of unweaned babies. children. 】

"No, it's different."

Dorn shook his head, his face showing a stubbornness that was almost desperate.

"No matter how well they command, they cannot fundamentally replace some of your abilities: an Astartes warrior, even if he is a genius in logistics and strategy, still needs a full staff and a steady stream of reports. To command a sudden battle, but in the same situation as you and me, all we need is a few screens and information from the vanguard."

Light laughter came from Morgan's cold gaze again, but this time, Dorne's attendant military attache instinctively felt a little nervous.

[Donne, my brother. 】

[What if I say that my heirs can indeed perfectly replace my command, and the battles they lead will have exactly the same results as my on-site guidance? 】

"Then you should consider whether you still have a necessary contribution and position in your legion. Failure to provide improvement means that it has no value at all. I think you know better than me what that means."

"Click——"

For a moment, the assembly hall became unusually quiet, almost lifeless. Only Rana's increasingly heavy breathing and the sharp hiss of Dawnbreaker's ceramic steel glove as he clenched the weapon in his hand were the only things that could be clearly echoed. Harsh sound.

Guidores, who had been paying attention to the two primarchs, glanced at Lana opposite him: he saw a familiar indignation on the face of Dawnbreaker, which made Dorne's The descendant was somewhat aware.

If everything is correct, he will then have a duel with the person in front of him in the name of his genetic father to determine the honor of the original gene.

Not only has he done this kind of thing, he has also seen other battle brothers do it, and all of them more than once.

Guidores did not sigh or feel any more resentment. He turned his gaze back to the Lord of the Second Legion who had lowered his head with the most normal attitude, waiting for the moment when the Primarch raised his head again. That should be This is the starting point of a duel.

The leader of the Haskar Guard waited for about more than a minute, but just when he was a little confused, Morgan finally raised his head, and on her face, it appeared as it should...

Smile?

The Imperial Fist blinked. He was afraid that he was hallucinating, but before he continued to doubt himself, he saw Morgan slowly raise his arm and put it on Lana's trembling shoulders until he was close. The indignation of the Guardsmen was silenced by her silent command.

Although, the leader of the second legion showed a flawless smile, which was accompanied by a sigh of dissipating anger, and came to the side of the Imperial Fist.

[You are right, Dorn. 】

[This matter is indeed due to my lack of consideration. 】

The short words made Guidores open his eyes in astonishment. He was even more surprised than Lana, and under his almost stunned expression, Dorn's indifference seemed as if he had foreseen it.

Morgan then handed his smile to the Primarch of the Seventh Legion.

[Then I think, as someone who can point out this problem, you will forgive me for this mistake, right, Donne? 】

"I have never been qualified to define any of your actions, Morgan, so I am naturally not qualified to forgive or punish you. We are equal individuals, and we only have the right to put forward opinions and point out the reality to each other."

After the Lord of the Second Legion arrived on the Eternal Crusade, she saw for the first time a smile on Dorne's ice-sculpted faces, a smile so sincere that it could burn her vicious heart. meaning.

But this smile was fleeting, and almost in the next second, the Emperor Fist Lord's face returned to calm, but compared to before, his calm seemed to be a little more harmonious.

"Of course, if you realize the mistake you made this time and decide to correct it, I welcome your conviction and will help in any way I can."

Morgan glanced at Dawn.

Her psychic power and talent told her that Dorn's words were as decisive as ever: including the last sentence "help as much as possible", they were all the truth from the heart.

This made the Spider Queen's inner balance slightly tilt in a better direction, and she realized that maybe there was another Guilliman in front of her that was a little different.

[Will you help me, Dorn? 】

"On this issue, yes, given the mistakes you made before, I can't be sure whether you will make new mistakes in the process of improvement, so I will do my best to help you to avoid the second mistake as much as possible. Two mistakes will be made in the future."

【……】

The scales were balanced once again.

Wasn't he really taking the opportunity to ridicule her?

Morgan took about three seconds to adjust his mentality, and at the same time once again suppressed Lana who was about to move around him: the chief old guard was already one of the calmest children she could find, and she even I can't imagine what the situation would be like now if I had brought other heirs.

Morgan smiled again: this time a little reluctantly.

[Well, Dorn, considering that we need to sail the galaxy together in the next period of time, your help is still crucial to me, and I think I should thank you for your kindness. 】

"With a little effort, Morgan, you can improve this shortcoming, which is the best thanks."

【……】

[In any case, I still want to thank you for your kindness, but I am not sure how long we will go side by side. After all, Nostramo is not far away from us now, and the Emperor's fleet may leave Manchu at any time. De Vere appears at every turn. 】

"Considering the purpose of our trip, the specific time will depend on the situation: the Emperor did not stay long in the world of Magnus and Sanguinius, while the world of Ferrus and Vulkan He stayed for several days, but the longest was probably at Colchis, where he wasted a Terran month attending a great mass at Lorgar."

[Then how long did he stay in Invite? 】

"My father and I did not meet on Invite. We reunited on my battleship Phalanx. He did not stay too long because everything about Invite and I satisfied him. There’s nothing worth expending energy on improving.”

[Then, he handed over the Seventh Legion to you as a responsibility and mission. 】

"Yes, this is an obligation that I should fulfill. The Seventh Legion is excellent, and the Emperor also trusts me very much. I cannot let down the excellence of the Seventh Legion, nor can I let down the Emperor's trust."

Morgan snorted softly. There was no anger in her breath, and there was a hint of sourness in her breath.

[It can be seen, Dorn, that the Emperor trusts you very much. He even allowed you to keep the Phalanx with you. Is there a more powerful battleship in the galaxy than this? It's okay that you didn't bring it with you. I can't feast my eyes on it. 】

"The Phalanx was undergoing necessary repairs, and I was not allowed to keep it by the Emperor: I gave control of the Phalanx to the Emperor, who later gave that authority to me, So the reality is, this is a gift from my father.”

[Yes, a gift. 】

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, but the twinkling in her pupils did not escape the gaze of the Lord of Invite this time.

"The Emperor also gave you a gift."

【Who told you that? 】

"Horus."

"And you're not satisfied."

[Is this what Horus told you? 】

"No, it's your expression."

Morgan raised his eyebrows and said no more. Instead, the Primarch of the Imperial Fist raised his head slightly seriously and spoke to his blood relative in an undeniable tone.

"Morgan, I don't know what gift my father gave you, and I'm not very interested in it, but you have to remember that as long as it's a gift from your father, you should be grateful for it, because it comes from your father. A gift is not a default and he is not obligated to pick out something you like."

[Even if this gift doesn’t actually meet my needs? 】

"If you see the Emperor's gifts as a means to satisfy a need, you will never be satisfied, and you will always complain about why more does not come to you from the sky, and regard this as a It’s a legitimate arrears.”

Morgan did not speak. She just listened to these words indifferently, and then looked at Dorn with Gujing's unwavering eyes. As for the Lord of the Imperial Fist, he did the same thing without fear or guilt.

More than a minute later, Morgan was the first to show a smile.

[You've convinced me, brother, okay, don't think of me as pathetic. 】

"I didn't think you were so pathetic, Morgan, because I don't know you well enough, and I don't have enough basis and prerequisites for me to summarize everything about you."

[So now, do you understand me a little bit? 】

"It's still very little, not enough to do anything."

[It's okay, Donne, it's okay. 】

[We still have plenty of time, we can take our time. 】

Morgan smiled, and her blue pupils turned into a pair of cunning crescent moons, hanging high on her beautiful snow-skinned face, hidden among the scattered hair.

Donn didn't reply, he just maintained an almost eternal seriousness, and then looked at Morgan's smiling pupils, looking at the flickering light in the pupils: he recognized what that light symbolized, it was an anchor point , that is a high wall, and that is the biggest contributor to allowing this conversation to proceed to this moment.

Once upon a time, even the Lord of the Imperial Fists had to lament that there were not many such lights among his brothers: until this day, he saw this light again.

Dawn smiled, a fleeting smile.

He knew, he knew the name of the light he had witnessed.

That's rational.

Valuable rationality.

It was in Morgan's pupils, like a strong beacon in the lonely dark night, rising and falling with the howling of the night wind, but never truly completely lonely.

Dawn looked into those pupils.

Donn remembered those pupils.

In the years that followed, when he recalled his unique blood relative and the Primarch of the Second Legion, he actually could not describe her beautiful face, her style of dress, or her beauty. Obvious silver hair and perfect smile.

But there is one thing that Dorn can always remember, and that is exactly what Morgan looks like in his heart.

Those are a pair of pupils.

It was a pair of pupils full of reason and thinking, like stars falling from the sky flowing in a long river.

It is sparkling, subtle, and calm. Although it is inevitably erratic, it never gives up its true light.

Donne knew the value of those pupils.

That means rationality.

That means persistence.

That means thinking.

That means a noble blood relative, his blood relative.