Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"You looked a little out of shape just now, my little brother."

"What's wrong?"

When they walked to a certain end of the long corridor, and after taking a few more steps, they could step onto the engine deck, the Primarch of the Dark Angel Legion finally realized something belatedly.

Following him, Coswayne, whom he called his little brother, was a little too quiet: you know, in the past few years, although the Lion Master has not been noisy, he has been in his original body. In front of me, I can't help but give a few more words of advice.

And this kind of offense has been acquiesced to by the Lion King early on, and even taken seriously: the Lord of Caliban knows very well that although the entire Dark Angel Legion is the greatest nation of elite warriors, correspondingly, these Iron Knights under his command They, just like those of the same kind dozens of epochs ago, lack the combat effectiveness to fight against documents and internal affairs.

Their iron-like fingers can grasp the sword, the shackles, the bloody torture instrument, the authority of the Extermination Order, or the buzzing and twisted head of the alien: but they can't hold it. Paper and pen cannot hold documents and seals. These fragile and delicate objects will only be crushed in the steel gauntlet, or fall to the ground, and no one will care.

Therefore, Coswayne has a very high value for all aspects of "noise", because this kind of noise is often accompanied by practical and effective suggestions, which can alleviate the troubles other than war for the Caliban people and provide the Primarch with And more soldiers save the effort of facing documents.

And this is also one of the reasons why the Lion King's General Manager can rise to the top and even win the Lion King's favor: when it comes to issues related to Coswayne, Johnson is always more sensitive and more sincere. He is willing to cooperate with His little brother discusses some truly serious matters, or truly important secrets. This is a privilege that most of his descendants cannot have.

In the galaxy, no one can be absolutely fair, not even Zhuang Sen. In other words, the Lord of Dark Angels' problem with favoritism is even more serious.

For example, now: after feeling the almost imperceptible low aura of Coswayne, the Primarch stopped just a few feet away from his destination. He quickly calculated Morgan in his mind. How long does it take to arrive, and then he sets his sights on his little brother.

"There's something wrong with you, Akau: tell me, what's the matter?"

There was an obvious serious wall at the edge of Zhuang Sen's words, which was his involuntary reaction when he thought of some worries in his heart: and the worries in his heart were also very simple and clear.

"Is there anything in Morgan's words that you feel is inappropriate?"

"Are you resisting and distressed by this?"

Compared with his usual orders, the Primarch's questioning voice was now slower and softer, as if he was worried about getting a positive answer from his little brother: In Jonson's thinking, can Coswayen start to The only thing that had just begun to frown was the brief conversation between him and Morgan.

The sudden question from the father of genes obviously made the Lion King stunned for a moment. Coswayne stopped in an emergency. His face with the helmet off was subconsciously thinking about how to answer the lion's question, thus forgetting what to do. Cover up the increasingly tight brows.

The lion could see clearly. He saw his little brother's hesitation, and he also saw the hesitation behind the lowered eyebrows: all of this made the Primarch's face hesitate for a moment, resulting in an extremely bad expression. guess.

Could it be that there is actually some contradiction or hostility that he has not discovered yet between his most powerful heir and his most trusted blood relative?

It is not impossible: the Primarch has seen too much hatred for no reason, or stupidity for no reason, such as the tyrant of Duran, the emperor of Randan, or the one who was in Cali Class, the Knights of Sirius who defy the public opinion of the entire world and would rather rebel until the entire army is destroyed.

When he thought of this possibility, a trace of anxiety flashed through Zhuang Sen's heart: he would rather face an entire burning star sector than face this kind of problem.

But fortunately, the superhuman thinking ability endowed by the transformation surgery prevented the Primarch's worries from spreading further: almost in the next second, the Lion King's manager came to his senses from his astonishment. He first shook his head and said with the last word The firm attitude dispelled Zhuang Sen's doubts.

"No, sir: there is nothing wrong with Lord Morgan's words, and I respect her strength and wisdom very much, just like I respect any of your great blood relatives."

The words of the Lion Controller were decisive and convincing, and after hearing this answer, the Primarch looked at his little brother's face seriously, and then nodded with peace of mind, and squeezed out a smile.

"If you think so, that's good: but you can give her more respect, my little brother. Although most of my brothers and I have good impressions of each other, Morgan is indeed better than many of them. There are fewer people, and they are more worthy of the respect and courtesy of the First Legion."

"..."

"Understood, my lord."

Zhuang Sen nodded with satisfaction: but the confusion between his brows did not dissipate.

"But: what are you worried about?"

"Tell me, Akau."

There was no gap between Lord Caliban's relief and inquiry. His words, which were faster than automatic machine guns, easily tore apart the Lion Manager's hesitation, leaving him no time to avoid the topic.

"..."

Coswayen was silent for a moment. He glanced at the nearby hangar deck, and could even hear the heavy breathing of the honor guards: he knew that even if the problem he was worried about would embarrass the original body, But he also had to spell it out here.

Otherwise it will be too late.

So, he considered it and subconsciously chose to lower his voice.

"That's it, my lord, when you talk to Lord Morgan later, I hope you can pay extra attention and remember one issue: if possible, please do not discuss the size of her legion with Lord Morgan."

"……scale?"

The lion raised his brows and chewed these two words slowly, just like a beast swallowing some kind of meat that it tasted for the first time with doubts, unwilling to give up, but not daring to swallow it completely.

scale……

The Lord of Caliban vaguely remembered that the last time he talked about this word was more than ten years ago. At that time, the Second Randan War had not yet ended, and he and Morgan fought in the crucial Battle of Tuckers. When it was about to begin, it took a long time to make necessary strategic arrangements and discuss the size of the troops participating in the war.

Thinking about it now, it was probably the most comfortable strategic deployment he had ever experienced: he had unprecedented power at his disposal, and the only thing he had to do was decide where to place these powers and what missions they should perform in the war. , as for other things, he doesn’t need to care, someone will solve them.

so……

"What's the problem, Akao?"

Hearing this natural rhetorical question, even though he had been prepared for it, the Lion King's manager's face couldn't help but twitch. He sighed silently, and finally organized his words.

"That's right, my lord."

"Actually, the Dawnbreaker Legion commanded by Mr. Morgan has always been troubled by their size problem. Although we don't know the reason for this, but according to the report sent by our battle brothers in the Second Legion, Look: their recruiting work has not been smooth, and as of now, the entire Dawnbreaker Legion probably only has 30,000 people."

"..."

Jonson frowned.

"How come I don't know these things?"

"..."

For a moment, the Lion King Manager just looked at his genetic father in silence, not knowing how to answer this question tactfully.

He didn't dare to confess directly: "Don't you know, isn't this a matter of course?"

Not to mention that the Dark Angel Legion itself is not very interested in the affairs of other brother legions. The Lord Caliban alone is not an enthusiastic person who likes to know about other Primarchs.

Although the Lord of Avalon may have a special status with Jonson, this cannot prevent the fact that compared to the Second Legion far away on the other side of the galaxy, Ran Dan and other aliens in front of him have obviously higher priorities. High, it needs to be taken seriously.

Moreover, it is not that the Lion Controller did not put the information about the Second Legion on the desk of the Primarch, but thanks to the intensification of the war, other information also floated in like snow flakes at the same time, combined with the First Legion The [excellent] internal affairs ability of the Primarch...

Those intelligence documents about the genetic diseases of the Second Legion are probably still on the desk of the Primarch, being piled up under the "not urgent" situation reports that have been accumulated intermittently for several years, unable to move.

"..."

Thinking of this, Coswayne couldn't help but open his mouth and squeeze out a few hesitant monotonous accents, but in the eyes of the father of genes, he still couldn't polish these realities.

On the contrary, the pupils of the original gene moved at this time.

Obviously, in the abnormal silence of Coswayne, Lord Caliban reluctantly guessed the real answer. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

Finally, he simply spit out a new command.

"You...continue talking..."

"Understood, my lord."

The Lion Manager nodded.

"Furthermore, based on the intelligence we have received..."

Coswayne reported his advice as concisely as possible. Afterwards, he thought for a moment, and then told a few more important pieces of information and inferences in the sight of the Primarch's increasingly serious eyes, allowing the Primarch to The information you can receive is more complete.

After saying all this, as if he had completed some important task, Coswayen breathed a sigh of relief and added the last words he needed to say.

This sentence is used to comfort the lion and smooth his frown.

"So, if possible, please try your best to avoid questions about scale in the following conversation: Moreover, considering the current total number of people in the Dawnbreaker Legion, the 20,000 people brought by Lord Morgan are already her It shows that we attach great importance to the commitment between you."

"To be more honest, an expeditionary force of this scale means that she has completely handed over the future destiny of her entire legion into your hands: even the deepest trust in the great Lord of Humanity is nothing more than this."

"..."

"That's true."

The moment the Lion Master's sincere advice came to light, the Primarch nodded with unusual agreement: Jonson's frown had long since dissipated because of the exciting information in Calth's words, and he whispered Whispering words like [promise] or [trust], his emerald pupils shone brighter and brighter.

"You are right, Akau, my reliable little brother: thank you for your words, which made me realize the reality in these fogs: I have received a heavy trust, a great trust from the Far Eastern Frontier."

"This is the second reward in my life."

The mesmerizing smile quickly returned to the Primarch's face like a marble statue with a long history. He patted Coswayne on the shoulder, and the words in his mouth seemed to confirm his little brother's inference. It's like he is convincing himself in a subtle way.

"It's just like you said, Akao: time has not diluted the trust between us. This is enough to show that it has become stronger over time. It is enough to show that it will continue to last forever."

"Yes, my lord, perhaps you should express your gratitude to her: in a subtle way."

The Lion Controller nodded obediently: Even in the entire Dark Angel Legion, no one is more willing than him to see the two Primarchs overcome the wash of time as soon as possible, recover from the strangeness of separation, and then stand side by side again. It's time to fight and discuss military strategies.

After all, he has been the soldier with the greatest pressure in the entire legion over the years. He is eager for Morgan's arrival more than anyone else, eager for her to take over this barely maintained mess: even if it is just to take over a battle.

But the joy of the Lion King only lasted less than two seconds: because at the next moment, when the Primarch retracted his hand, turned around and continued walking towards the engine deck, he whispered to himself softly, clearly. The message reached Coswayne's ears.

"You're right, Akau."

Jonson's voice was light.

"I should thank her properly: in the face of her sincerity, my gratitude just now was indeed a bit too thin. I should re-narrate the friendship between us in front of everyone, even the friendship between our two legions."

"She only has 30,000 people, but she is willing to deliver 20,000 to me at once: in the face of such a real reality, every one of my soldiers will realize the value of this kind of trust. When I describe these numbers to them, they will Known..."

"..."

The Lion Controller blinked.

"……etc?"

"Wait! Father!"

——————

"..."

【……】

"..."

【……What are you looking at? 】

"No, it's nothing, it's just..."

"..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are so heroic."

"How do you say that word: heroic spirit?"

[Heroic is a word used to describe men, Conrad. 】

"I know: but it suits you."

Like an overly curious beast looking at a civilized creation, Conrad, who was wearing a dark blue armor on the airship heading for the Indomitable Truth, was looking at his own with great interest. Blood relatives.

Morgan in Armor: Rare, so rare.

The Midnight Ghost shook his head and sighed. Perhaps it was because his gaze was too dazzling, reflecting a certain disturbing color. Whenever his figure wandered around the sitting Morgan, it would attract a group of old guards who were traveling with him. The military's quiet warning.

Conrad noticed this very easily, which somewhat spoiled his rare high interest: Finally, when the finger of the guard chief Rana touched the trigger for the thirty-seventh time in four minutes, the Midnight Ghost finally He flopped onto his seat.

Conrad's position was just next to the Spider Queen, enough for them to hear each other's slightest complaints: but despite this, the Nostramo deliberately raised his tone and slowed down his voice. , ensuring that his noise can affect everyone in the cabin.

"Your bodyguards are so boring."

He was sarcastic without mercy.

"In their eyes, you are not like a warrior, but an oil painting, a vase, a shiny glass statue, or a paper doll that will break into pieces when you pull it: even if it is blown A piece of wind next to you will be taken apart by them and carefully observed to see if there is any dirt inside that could hurt you."

【……】

Morgan didn't reply, but both she and Conrad heard faint crackling sounds from everywhere in the cabin, which was the echo of steel gloves tightening weapons.

Along with these silent anger, Midnight Ghost opened his mouth, revealing his excited fangs. Like an Alaskan dog that smelled the aroma of lunch, he approached his blood relatives and asked [in a low voice].

"Jesus, Morgan, look at the reaction of your sweet boys: you're not so pure that you'd be knocked down by a speck of dust: that's sad news."

【……】

Not to mention the almost substantial anger in the eyes of the Dawnbreakers: after hearing these excited words, the Spider Queen just opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, looked at the overly excited pupils, and then raised her head. He raised one of his hands, grasped Conrad's face like lightning, and pushed gently.

【Sit down. 】

[How many times have I said it: Don’t squat in your position. 】

"No!"

Conrad fell backwards in an exaggerated manner, but came back steadily. He squatted on his seat, his pupils flashing with unconcealed evil thoughts.

After several years of getting along, Midnight Ghost has grasped some little secrets about his corpse blood: for example, if outsiders are present, especially those of her heirs, the Spider Queen's temper will change. She has become a lot better passively, and she can even tolerate some of Conrad's bad behavior.

Although Midnight Ghost does not know the meaning of the word "idol burden", this does not prevent him from keenly seizing these opportunities to increase the blood pressure of his corpse blood relatives: although such a move will inevitably lead to revenge in the future, But let Midnight Ghost worry about the future matters. He will never miss the good opportunity in front of him.

Thinking of this, the Nostramo man leaned back and sat almost cross-legged in his seat. Then, he stretched out one of his sharp claws and fiddled with the Spider Queen's newly braided hairstyle while continuing. Use loud noises that can annoy everyone.

"When I take charge of the legion in the future, I will definitely find a group of real elites and warriors for myself, form them into my guard, and fight with me: I have already thought of the name I want to give them, and they will be called Black Armored Guards. "

"They would be a group of real warriors, not a bunch of crappy bodyguards, and they wouldn't be so stupid as to think that their Primarch really needed their protection: what a joke, if the Primarch had been reduced to being knocked to the ground. realm, then how powerful the opponent he faces will be. In this case, the so-called protection is just to use his own miserable life in exchange for less than a second, so that failure will come slower. That’s all.”

The extremely sarcastic, towering, and slow tone of the Midnight Ghost echoed throughout the cabin, and soon aroused a warm response: Morgan had to wave his hands to his heirs, silently ordering them not to put their hands on The firearm continued to be loaded.

This is her airship, and she will feel bad if it is damaged. Conrad, a poor man who is temporarily living under someone else's roof, has no money to compensate the Spider Queen for the huge losses. He does not even have the ability to pay in person: How can she still do it in the future? Riding Conrad, flying through the void?

When the shadow of the "Indomitable Truth" became more and more obvious in everyone's eyes, Morgan, who was almost indifferent to the provocation of the midnight ghost, just leaned on his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and continued casually with Conrad. Keep talking to prevent him from thinking of other evil deeds.

[So what you said, Conrad: If you are knocked to the ground one day by an unknown and terrifying enemy, then those guards who hope to rescue you will be fools, and those who disperse to fight will be A warrior is in your eyes. 】

"I agree with the first half."

[Then why do you let what you consider a fool join your escort? You must know that as the guards of the Primarch, they are fully qualified and obliged to take charge of the entire legion in the absence of the Primarch. 】

[At least in my case, this is the case: Therefore, my escort team, like my legion council, is composed of those heirs who are most worthy of my trust. 】

Morgan spoke softly, but in the cabin where almost everyone was silent, her words still clearly reached the ears of every Primarch Guard present: The next moment, the words accumulated by Conrad The anger disappeared in the blink of an eye. Morgan's descendants abandoned their hatred of the midnight ghost and instead immersed themselves in deathly satisfaction because of the words of the genetic mother.

At the same time, the Spider Queen, who deliberately caused all this, deservedly received disdainful looks from her blood relatives.

"Are you always good at taking advantage of opportunities in other people's words: like a vulture?"

In Morgan's ears, the almost invisible voice of the Midnight Ghost floated: This time, Conrad really lowered his voice, but did not hide the sarcasm in his words.

What greeted him was Morgan's guilt-free words and even a somewhat proud smile.

【Want to learn? I'll teach you. 】

"..."

What answered her was a grunt deep in the Midnight Ghost's throat, symbolizing obvious contempt and contempt.

As the conversation continued, Conrad also gradually gave up the idea of ​​being a monster. He also leaned on the chair, maliciously imitating his blood relatives, closed his eyes to rest, and responded to Morgan's question in a procrastinating tone: That was more like some kind of irresponsible perfunctory.

"Really smart people should realize a sad reality: everyone's abilities and talents are limited, and they can only satisfy one sharp dagger, and our greatest wisdom is how to use as much of our natural talents as possible. We have talents and are walking on the right path. We should not have excessive desires for those who are not born with us."

"A man who tries to catch up even though he knows it is beyond his capabilities is like a fool who wants to kill with the back of a dagger: when he decides to do so, failure and death are to him , it’s just a matter of time.”

[Just like a warrior who hopes to protect his original body, is it stupid in your eyes? 】

"indeed so."

[And you will entrust your legion to those smart people? 】

"..."

Conrad let out a murmur of unknown meaning. He seemed to be complaining about something, and he seemed to be simply making a hoarse tone that had no logic at all.

"No."

Finally, he spoke.

"I will entrust my legion to those fools."

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The Primarch of the Dark Angels stood among his greatest knights, like a born king, waiting for the call of war to call him.

This ruthless commander wears a set of all-black armor, which is as deep and flawless as the void in everyone's eyes. On his breastplate and greaves, there are red and gold eagles filled with roaring lions and wasteland. This metal, which shines like blood, is a specialty of the Martian underground and is supplied almost exclusively to the greatest war commanders.

The cold gaze of Lord Caliban was no different from the dangerous jungle in his hometown. He looked at the figures coming off the airship, and only in front of that silver figure, he showed kindness and a smile that others could detect.

And when he looked at other people, even Conrad next to Morgan, he only had cold memories and assessments in his heart.

Zhuang Sen's eyes swept over the figure of the Imperial Guard Chief Lana. He still had some impression of this famous Phoenix in the Dawnbreaker Legion, but he had no idea about the dozen or so remaining guards of the Spider Queen. Impression, and no interest in continuing to observe.

In his field of vision, Luther was also not found, but Zhuangson was not surprised, because in that short long-distance communication exchange, Morgan made everything very clear: she first specifically emphasized He took Conrad with him, and then seemingly unintentionally mentioned Jonson's adoptive father, saying that because the fleet was too large and needed someone to command the follow-up troops, Luther volunteered, so he could not come yet.

Jonson had no idea about this. He was a little regretful that he couldn't see Luther right away, but he didn't doubt that there were other problems: Could Luther still avoid meeting him?

Rather than his confidants, it was Conrad, the new blood relative, who followed Morgan closely, and soon attracted all the attention of the Lord of Caliban: for no other reason, just because of anyone he saw. Anyone who is a Midnight Ghost is destined to never forget that pale figure.

The Primarch of the Dark Angel Legion almost stood side by side with disgust and emotion, looking at the blood relative who walked with Morgan. He saw clearly the long black hair and the corpse-like cheeks, and they were incomparably different. Certainty: Even the alien scum that his legions destroyed in the endless darkness could not have such a ghostly face.

But then, the Lion King's instinctive expression of disgust showed a different kind of softness and smile, because as the midnight ghost got closer and closer, the Lord of Caliban quickly smelled a smell , a smell that he was all too familiar with, the smell of flesh and claws residing in the soul.

It's the same kind of flavor.

The Lion King raised his lips, and when he looked at Morgan again, his action seemed extremely sincere. The Primarch of the Dark Angel Legion took a few steps forward, and in the solemn salute of the Dawnbreakers, he met his blood relatives. shake hands.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, my blood relatives: just like a mortal life."

【It was really like Alexander's life. 】

"Alexander?"

[Short-lived, but brilliant. 】

Morgan's response was also wrapped in the raised corners of his mouth. Then, the two Primarchs looked at each other and smiled softly but sincerely.

"Welcome back, Morgan."

Jonson stretched out one hand and held it tightly with Morgan, while his other hand rested easily on the scabbard, without clenching, just relying on it instinctively.

But as the brief greeting between the Lion King and the Spider Queen ended, when Lord Caliban had to move his eyes to Conrad, who had shown a weird smile early on, the Lion King manager behind him sensitively noticed : Zhuang Sen's other hand has unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to pull it out at any time.

"And you, Conrad."

Zhuang Sen spoke again, and although his tone was not cordial, it was also extremely serious and polite.

"Welcome to the Indomitable Truth, I hope we can become true comrades-in-arms."

"I hope so, Jonson."

Midnight Ghost grinned, he held hands with the Lion King hypocritically, and said in his hypocritical voice that was enough to make Coswayen's teeth hurt.

"Jonson, my brother."

"I miss you."

"...?"

The lion frowned, and the last softness in his voice turned into a superficial courtesy that had to be completed.

"I don't think we've met before, Conrad."

"indeed so."

Midnight Ghost nodded, and then his words changed.

"However, I believe that the two of us have been close friends for a long time: Morgan, our dear blood relative, often tells me about your great achievements. I think you will be interested in this?"

Jonson didn't respond, but his face seemed to relax a little.

"No, I have no interest in anyone else's privacy, Conrad, not even yours."

"Ah...that's a shame."

The voice of the midnight ghost was a hateful aria. He held Zhuang Sen's hand hard and shook it vigorously before slowly letting go of it. With a long-planned sadness, he casually Sighed.

"I originally had a wonderful secret about Caliban."

"But the time is so short now, I don't think I can finish it."

"...Caliban?"

Jonson frowned.

He looked at Conrad, waiting for his next words: However, Midnight Ghost just showed the most sarcastic smile to his knight brother. The next moment, he shrank to Morgan's side like a phantom, Shouted loudly.

"Look at these knights! They are mighty and majestic! Why don't you introduce them to us, Jonson?"

【……】

"..."

Amid the helpless or doubtful looks of the two Primarchs, Conrad just smiled back, and waited until the Spider Queen inquired from the Sea of ​​Souls, and the extraordinarily cold look in her blue eyes.

【What are you doing? 】

The sound was like a void.

Midnight Ghost tilted his head innocently, avoiding Zhuang Sen's sight, and looked at Morgan.

"I'm going crazy."

Word by word.

Very seriously.

I revised the ending part and added a few hundred words. Remember to refresh it.