Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Why do we have to change clothes just for a meal?"

[Because no one would wear power armor to a dinner party. 】

"I've done this before."

[Were you considered a human before? 】

"..."

Conrad felt that Morgan's words made sense: just like her slowly clenched fist against Conrad's chest, it had the power to move people's hearts, making him unable to refute it.

[Hold your things. Remember that the bag on the right is fragile, so don’t bump into it. 】

The gentleness from the Midnight Ghost put the Spider Queen in a good mood. She quickly handled the trivial matters at hand: the remaining irrelevant documents were handed over to Lana and the Legion Council, and various data and information were gathered by Virgo and Ophiuchus. Take over, as for the mortal auxiliaries, after receiving Morgan's approval, they have an effective management system.

Although the Queen of Avalon is an insecure political figure, she is not obsessed with holding all power in her hands. Morgan knows very well that a suitable political system and proper decentralization of power are the only way to protect her. A long-term strategy for the rule of China to remain strong.

Another benefit of this decentralized idea is that as long as it is done properly, the Spider Queen can still have a lot of private time instead of drying up in heavy repetitive work. For example, now, as long as she wants, she can take it with her Konrad, go to a Primarch-style seder aboard the Indomitable Truth, where only four of the Emperor's children will be present.

Considering the vast distances between the various Legions of Astartes, and the tragic estrangement between the children of the Lord of Mankind, a gathering of several Primarchs like this sounds very strange. An ordinary brotherly banquet is actually a very rare treasure: looking at the entire Great Expedition, such banquets may only have happened about ten times.

This involves a reason that sounds very absurd: although the Primarchs are all descendants of the Emperor, and there is not much interaction between them, in fact, except for those brothers who have close personal relationships, most of them Most Primarchs may encounter each other no more than ten times in their lifetime.

Just like Morgan and Guilliman: although the Lord of the Second Legion did not return until more than seventy years after the beginning of the Great Crusade, and fifteen Primarchs had returned to the Imperium before her, the Spider Queen was the first A Primarch who visited Macragge. Although there were reasons such as distance and ambition, it also vividly illustrated that when the Emperor's heirs did not have much interaction, the relationship between them was The brotherhood should come more from the biological coding in blood genes.

But even so, the Spider Queen is still very enthusiastic about this banquet. After all, it will be a good relaxation. Moreover, for Conrad, this banquet can be used to exercise his social skills.

Although the social ability of Midnight Ghost is just a corpse forced by the Spider Queen in the emergency ward: if it weren't for Morgan's efforts, Conrad would have happily stuffed it into the morgue.

[Do you really just want to wear a set of jet black robes, Conrad? At least you should add a cloak or something? 】

Facing the blood relative's inquiry, Midnight Ghost just grinned with great reluctance.

"That's enough, Morgan: if I dress up like a son of the Emperor of Chemos, Jonson will think I'm going to have a knightly duel with him."

Morgan smiled contemptuously.

[Your current outfit does not look like a gladiator, but like a tenant with a pitchfork: you know, the cannon fodder that knights like to recruit most. 】

"Pitchforks can also kill knights. Do you want me to change my name to Yang Hus now?"

The Midnight Ghost retorted mercilessly. He has the ability in this area. After all, in Morgan's education plan for Conrad, history is a highly valued subject. The Spider Queen firmly believes that as long as he understands what happened in Past history will naturally help us understand many current things.

Conrad lived up to expectations and implemented his Nostramo learning method: giving priority to the knowledge he learned in the great art of sarcasm and sarcasm.

After a few more lazily bickerings, Morgan, who had finished the assigned tasks at hand, straightened his collar, checked her thoughts one last time, picked up a few bags, and turned around and walked out of her throne room. .

The Midnight Ghost silently followed his corpse blood body, looking up and down at Morgan's clothes: the Spider Queen also took off her armor, looking for answers in her wardrobe that had not been opened for a long time. In the end, Morgan A classic plan was chosen.

A white women's sweater was paired with black trousers, and a double-breasted, khaki long women's windbreaker. She did not choose the usual set of boots made of plastic steel and fine gold. He chose another pair of boots sewn with unknown animal skin. The sound of stepping on the floor was lighter and sharper.

[This is what I usually wear when I work in the Dark Angel Legion. At that time, I was still an ordinary mortal consultant to the original body. I worked diligently every day and received a salary that was neither high nor low: but that Zhuangson never gave me a replacement salary. 】

[The black-hearted boss Caliban. 】

Midnight Ghost recalled Morgan's words with the mentality of listening to a comedy. He was surprised to find that he experienced a kind of "beauty" in Morgan at this moment. For him, this is an extremely rare feeling.

In Conrad's memory, the last thing that made him feel beautiful seemed to be the human skin Baijia clothes that he hung on the spire of Nostramo's nest, which he had sewn with his own hands. A work of art, Midnight Ghost would be proud of that piece even now.

Still, don't let his wight relatives know that he compared her to that work of art: it could kill someone.

While the Midnight Ghost was thinking about it, the Spider Queen walked to an open place and whispered a few words casually, calling out a light blue transmission circle: This circle was set up by Morgan before the war started. Yes, it will go straight to the deck of the Indomitable Truth.

The figures of the two Primarchs quickly disappeared into the lake-like waves. When their pupils recovered from the flash of bright light, they were already standing at the core of the Dark Angel Legion. In the area, the sons of Zhuangson, who had been waiting for a long time, were saluting them.

These veterans of Terra did not seem to be at all surprised by the [Mortal Clothes] worn by the Lord of the Second Legion. They gave way to the passage to the depths of the battleship, and at the end of the corridor, a rough The shadow looked like it was waiting for them.

"Hey! You guys are here!"

That was Leman Russ, the actual initiator of this banquet: after Morgan left, he spent almost ten hours of long speeches and swearing, and successfully persuaded Jonson, on the latter's Glory Queen-class battleship , hold a [celebration banquet].

Originally, with Jonson's character, it was absolutely impossible for him to agree to this absurd and useless idea, but he couldn't bear Leman Russ's repeated requests and nonsense. In the end, after everyone took a step back, a battle The feast that the Wolf King had envisioned for everyone to revel together was compressed into a drink between a few Primarchs.

But even so, Leman Russ still regarded it as his great victory: apart from him, the great son of the All-Father, who else in the entire galaxy could allow the Calibans to prepare a banquet in person?

This is a victory for Fenris! A victory comparable to Ran Dan's war!

"Well... you brought a bunch of bags, and I smelled a pretty good smell from them."

With the joy of the winner, the Wolf King flickered his sensitive nose. His eyes stayed on Morgan's clothes for a second, and then released enough goodwill towards the midnight ghost before continuing with the conversation about food. topic.

"What's in this? A surprise?"

【Not really. 】

Morgan raised the bag in his hand.

[Fresh oysters from the pristine shores of Avalon, and mahua cheese and chestnut cakes made by the best pastry chefs. As for Conrad, it’s Glocks, agas, and apple peaches. , baguettes and the century-old Crimson Queen wine, a specialty of Avalon. 】

"Um……"

"You understand life better than I thought."

Leman Russ's words and expression were so serious, and then he pointed behind him: there were several Space Wolf warriors carrying heavy cargo.

"I brought five of the strongest whistling cows in Fenris. I caught and cooked them myself. They are big and beautiful, enough for me... well, I mean, we are all full."

"Of course, there is also the best mead in Fenris. This time it is the latest product developed and prepared by me. It is extracted directly from the acidic blood of Fenris ice demons. There is nothing better than it in the entire galaxy. The wine is so strong."

【...Experimental product? 】

Morgan frowned slightly.

"Peace of mind."

Leman Russ laughed.

"More than twenty of my cubs have tasted this new mead, but only seventeen of them were poisoned. None of them died. It is very safe. Moreover, they all unanimously gave very high evaluations. .”

【……】

"..."

"I think we can use it as a creative source of new torture devices."

Through the spiritual connection between the siblings, Conrad reminded him quietly. Upon hearing this, the Spider Queen glanced at him and said nothing.

In front of the two primarchs, the Wolf King of Fenris led the way while still marveling.

"I originally thought that I was the only one who would bring these ingredients for the banquet. After all, I know that guy Johnson very well. Even if he took out a bunch of amino cereal porridge and canned military rations to send us, I wouldn't have it. Not the slightest bit surprised: No, I didn’t expect that, Morgan, you actually have the same views as me."

"What's that old Terran saying: Heroes think alike!"

【……】

The Spider Queen forced a smile to cover up the rolling of her eyes.

Fart sees the same thing.

The only reason why she would bring her own ingredients is because, as a former top worker in the Dark Angels Legion, she knew very well what was being served in the kitchen of the Indomitable Truth, including amino oatmeal and corpse starch. It is one of the most delicious dishes.

Morgan still remembered: the most delicious pastry in the First Legion's back kitchen, if it were used as a cannonball and stuffed into a cannon, it would be enough to penetrate any standard Terminator armor: a certain Primarch told her with pride on his face admit.

Whenever she watched the Dark Angels stuffing the stuff into her mouth without changing their expressions, Morgan would wonder whether her Caliban blood relatives raised a legion of Iron Men, or were dead from space. spirit.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen didn't even let the mockery linger on her lips.

[After all, we all know, Russ, that is Jonson. According to the cultural classification on Ancient Terra, he is a standard Albion, or in other words, an Englishman: if he really prepared a big banquet , then we'd better turn around and escape now. 】

"That's really dangerous."

Leman Russ laughed, and the three Primarchs also ended their conversation, because Causwayne's figure had appeared on the other side at the end of the corridor: Obviously, the Lion King took them to the table. .

Under the leadership of the most respected Dark Angel by the Lion King, they passed through a short corridor and headed towards the highest level of the entire battleship: Even Morgan himself knew very little about this generation. I can only roughly feel that this place seems more like Lord Caliban's [private space].

Beside her, the inquiry from the midnight ghost could no longer be tolerated.

"Morgan."

Conrad lowered his voice and lifted the paper bag in his arms.

"Why are you carrying all this bread?"

"I don't see how valuable they are: you might as well bring more apples and peaches."

[The baguette is reserved for you, Conrad. 】

"Give me?"

[Yes, when you eat later, if you have nothing to do, or you are full, or you can’t help but want to cause trouble, just take a piece of baguette and squat there to grind your teeth: What are you doing at home? I don’t care, you have to be polite to me outside, do you understand? 】

"...Can't I leave the table?"

[If your biological age is only three years old, I wouldn't mind letting you go out to play after eating, but not now. This is the Indomitable Truth. Things will really happen if you wander around: Don't think that the whole empire The Astartes are as peaceful as my sons. 】

"..."

Conrad muttered a few words in a low voice, speaking so fast that Morgan did not hear clearly. By this time, they had also arrived at their final destination: Leman Russ approached the door with a smile on his face. Before he pushed away, he smiled at the two blood relatives behind him.

"I hope Jonson has a barbecue party for us."

【hope so. 】

Morgan agreed with this view: After all, this is probably the only culinary art that Jonson will not screw up.

Encouraged, the Wolf King immediately pushed open the door, and the hot darkness, jumping firelight, and crackling sound of burning wood swept over him in the next moment, even more intense than the cold breath remaining at the edge of the room. fast.

"Wow!"

Leman Russ was filled with joy, and he screamed strangely.

"This guy is not stupid after all."

Amid the joyful laughter of the Fenris people, the Spider Queen just raised her head slightly. She looked at the dome of this mysterious room, which was dark and transparent, with ancient portholes dotted among the bronze skeletons. Thousands of shining stars were isolated within reach of the Primarch.

Under the starry sky, Caliban was fiddling with the fire in boredom. Large chunks of fresh meat were neatly arranged beside him, with scarlet veins and a hint of cold breath coming from it. Various beasts that Morgan knew or didn't know, and Leman Russ's loud praise showed their value.

The Lord of Caliban is sitting in the net of stars and the dark hall. Under his feet is the neat marble floor, but under the light of the strong bonfire, it is like the damp land at the foot of the endless deep forests on his home planet. , and the darkness bred in such a land has naturally become the mountains and forests in the night sky.

Zhuang Sen was sitting in the forest, leaning next to his campfire. His emerald pupils were illuminated by the firelight, showing a light that only beasts can have. The black armor was still worn on him, but For a hunter, it is not out of the ordinary.

When the voice of the Wolf King came, the hunter of Caliban, the victor of the battle, raised his head belatedly and looked at his guests and relatives.

He smiled.

Very indifferent and very real.