Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Gift.

A wonderful word, a beautiful word, a great word that everyone can enjoy.

[Gift] not only symbolizes blessings and expressions of intentions, but is also a carrier of emotions and wishes. It appears because of the goodwill and respect flowing in the heart, and its value lies in these goodwill and respect themselves.

But no matter what, gifts are used to send out friendly messages and to please another object: there is no doubt about this.

only……

Although this truth is so simple, as long as it is related to a certain human master, it will unconsciously fall into a strange future that no one can predict: this may be some kind of talent of the emperor, or maybe he Doing it on purpose to achieve some unspoken plan of your own.

At the very least, when Morgan heard the word "gift" from the emperor's mouth, the back of her neck did have a gloomy cold mist due to some not-so-good memories.

Lady Fear has an unusually rare experience with the true meaning of fear.

After all, the [Spear of Eros], which contains infinite possibilities, is still peacefully in the Spider Queen's mind, exuding a breathtaking aura: even if Morgan massacred the entire Randan Empire Crown World, so The countless alien souls obtained and such a huge [Death of Civilization] only made this elusive magic weapon, like a giant bear in early spring, picked up while half asleep and half awake. Just a few strands of will.

But these few wisps of insignificant instinctive will were enough to make Morgan awe of its power: long after the feast that took place on Randan's home planet, a certain Lord of Avalon who was full of wine and food had been swelling. With the blessing of confidence and leisure, she deeply explored this [weapon] that she had ignored for too long.

This exploration was not long, and Morgan's psychic tentacles only lurked in the "Spear of Eros" for about two or three minutes: but in this short period of time, the Primarch's expression changed from calm to calm, Then he looked a little serious, then his brows were furrowed, and then he was sweating.

Finally, the Lord of Avalon, who couldn't help but take a deep breath, hurriedly withdrew her outstretched spiritual tentacles, and looked at this humble [gift] with respect: She was certain of one thing, that is, no matter her For whatever reason the father of genes gave this thing to her, she must always keep a respectful distance.

The reason is simple: Morgan felt something more desperate than death from the "Spear of Eros". That kind of breath pointed to the most tragic fate in the entire galaxy, which even the Primarch was afraid of. , a fate that scares people to the point of crying.

It was from that moment that Morgan understood: This [Spear of Eros], this so-called gift, was simply another mission entrusted to her by the Emperor, one of the countless backup plans of the Lord of Mankind, and The Spider Queen would need to spend an entire Great Crusade and the burning of countless civilized nations to complete the orders given by her genetic father.

She had no right to say no.

But she could feel angry because of the mission imposed on her, shelving this powerful magic weapon, and ignoring its existence most of the time: at this moment, she finally understood why Leman Ru Si would hate his Dionysian Spear so much.

Compared with the [Spear of Eros], the [Golden Apple] that has been burning to this day has more use value: at least, when Morgan learned to endure the pain to catch those burning golden flames , she was pleasantly surprised to find that these flames could make the subspace pollution in her heart become less arrogant and domineering.

As for the [Golden Apple] itself, Morgan has never tried to eat it: the instinct in the dark, and the countless whispers echoing in his heart, are warning the Primarch that once he eats this [Emperor's Apple] Gift], her destiny will be deeply bound to her genetic father and cannot be changed.

The Spider Queen thinks that she doesn't really want to be in the same boat with her father: she is mainly worried about her own high blood pressure.

All in all, with these two [precious gifts] in front of her, when Morgan heard the word [gift] from the emperor again, her first reaction was to end the conversation: after all, for a As far as conversation goes, she and her genetic father have talked long enough, haven't they?

Thinking of this, the Primarch put that perfect smile on his face.

[First of all, thank you so much for your generosity and generosity, Father. 】

Morgan tried not to make his lie too obvious because of the shaky tone of his voice.

[But you see: This mission of collecting three subspace artifacts is something we have already discussed. You have already promised me the corresponding reward, which is to help me solve the threat of Necrons, and you have already promised me the corresponding reward. Did this years ago. 】

[How can I have the nerve to ask you for more remuneration? 】

+Really? +

Faced with these exaggerated words that were so false that even Magnus could see them, the Lord of Mankind was not blinded by his anger: he just narrowed his eyes and looked at the unwilling man with a face full of amusement. daughter.

+My daughter, if you really think so, then as your genetic father, I will not force you: You can leave here and do your own things. +

【……】

【real? 】

+ Do I have any reason to force you to stay? +

The Lord of Mankind smiled: it was the same fake smile, but Morgan no longer cared.

For her, escaping that thing called a gift, which may actually be another mission or shackles, is the most important thing at the moment: what she wants to do most now is to leave the Caliban system and leave the Emperor's Vision, helped Zhuang Sen clear up the next trouble, and quickly took Conrad back to the Far Eastern border.

And the first step in these great plans is to leave this room.

[Then, please allow me to take my leave now, father. 】

Morgan stood up, saluted, and in the blink of an eye had retreated to the edge of the room.

[Sorry, I originally wanted to communicate with you for a while, but I really have something to do...]

+I understand, Morgan, and I'm sorry about that too. +

The Lord of Mankind did not stop him, he just smiled, a smile that made the Primarch feel a little uneasy.

The Emperor kneaded the chess piece in his palm casually, and at the moment when the Lord of Avalon was about to exit the room, he sighed with a voice that could cover the entire room.

+Originally, I thought you would be more interested in the genetic diseases of the Dawnbreakers. +

【……】

【! ! ! 】

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【……】

[Please, father. 】

The bright red wine slowly flowed into the fine crystal cup. Through these priceless wines, the chess pieces scattered on the table danced in various twists and turns under the red curtain.

The Lord of Mankind stretched out his hand and took the wine glass from the Primarch safely.

+ Are you no longer in a hurry? +

He smiled.

【……】

[No matter how urgent the matter is, it is not as good as listening to my father’s motto: It’s my fault that I didn’t think properly just now, and I actually got these obvious truths wrong. 】

Standing beside his genetic father like a maid, the Lord of Avalon poured wine for the Emperor while suppressing the distortion in his face and voice, with a smile on his face.

All this was seen by the Lord of Mankind. He shook the wine glass. He was not in a hurry to taste the fine wine. Instead, after the Primarch sat down again, he used a true emotion as the vanguard of his words, which struck Morgan's mind.

+You have changed, Morgan. +

[You just said this, father. 】

+ No, this time is different. +

The Emperor shook his head, his words ringing so true.

+In the past, you would never have to beg for peace like this. +

【……】

[You are wrong, father. 】

[From the moment I gained self-awareness, making peace with grievances was one of the first skills I learned: when I was a mortal, some of the things I experienced, if I put myself in their shoes, would be enough to make some of my The brothers were hysterical. 】

+Maybe. +

The Lord of Mankind smiled briefly.

+ When our father and daughter first met: It was only more than ten years ago. You had already learned to hide your true heart and thoughts in front of me, using this perfect smile as a cover, swallowing Those unbearable bitter fruits. +

[This is the power you gave me, I am just using it reasonably. 】

+ Indeed. +

+ But you've still changed, Morgan. +

The Primarch blinked.

【Where is the change? 】

The Emperor glanced at Morgan, and there was a certain color flashing in his pupils, which made the Primarch feel a little uncomfortable, or in other words: a little incompetent and furious.

+Before this, your compromises were all for your own benefit: whether it was a cover-up when hiding your identity, or a falsehood when waiting for an opportunity, it was ultimately for yourself, the only individual. +

+ And now, you are sitting here for other people: going against the strongest desire in your heart, forcing yourself to continue this conversation between you and me. More than ten years ago, this would have been very difficult for you. The unthinkable. +

+When did you learn to think about others? +

【……】

Facing the gentle inquiry and playful smile of the Father of Genes, Morgan just kept his surface cold, as if he didn't care about the words of the Lord of Humanity.

[I am sitting here, not for the sake of others, father: please don’t ignore an obvious problem, that is, the Dawnbreakers are my legion, they are my private property in a sense, and their problem is It's my problem. 】

[Hmm...financial issues. 】

Glancing at Morgan's cold face, the Lord of Humanity just raised the corners of his lips.

+ Maybe: What you said makes sense, so now let me, a part-time financial manager, talk to you about the genetic disease of the Dawnbreaker Legion. +

+Do you have anything to ask? +

【……】

[Can it be solved? 】

Morgan barely hesitated.

+Can't. +

The Emperor did not hesitate.

The Primarch frowned.

【Why? 】

[Whether it is us or our legions, aren’t they all your works: How can a sculptor be helpless with his own stone statue? 】

+Why? +

The Emperor laughed rhetorically.

+ Even the best sculptors, even Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo: after they have completed the main content of a work, can they still modify a crack that appears in the core of the stone statue? +

+ When the crack appears, it is already too late. Morgan, the only thing we can do is to hope that it will affect the entire work later, or completely shatter the entire stone statue. +

+There is no other way. +

【……】

【real? 】

The Primarch was still suspicious.

+Listen. +

The Lord of Humanity changed his sitting posture, and his expression became serious.

+ I have created a total of twenty Primarchs, Morgan, and at least half of them have tragic problematic personalities. In the same way, I have created twenty legions, and most of them also have an innate curse. , the names of these curses are genetic diseases. +

+ The vast majority of legions will be troubled by genetic diseases, and some of them are quite obvious in this regard: my good sons think that as long as they hide or deal with the sick heirs, they can solve this problem. It makes me wonder if their brains are logical. +

+Before their return, these Legions were already serving under me. I personally created the first warriors of each Legion of Astartes and fought alongside them: how could I not know their genetic disease? I just don't care about these issues. +

＋Watching them fuss over there, cover their ears and steal the truth, worrying all day long about these irrelevant little things, is a good realistic satire: but some of the legion's genetic diseases are indeed serious enough that I have to pay attention to them. stand up. +

[For example, my legion? 】

Morgan held her chin with one hand, and I recalled my research on the gene seeds of the Dawnbreaker Legion: it was a long, painful and meaningless torture, except for improving her understanding of the disease. And it has no effect on those rotten flesh and blood creations except for being more mentally prepared.

[I heard that the Thousand Sons Legion once had a genetic disease similar to flesh and blood mutation. So what kind of genetic disease does my legion have, father? 】

Morgan cares about this issue.

+Which kind? +

The Emperor just smiled mockingly.

He paused.

+ Let us get straight to the point: Genetic diseases are actually a product of dual fields involving science and mysticism, and the original body, as the source of gene seeds, has the strongest influence in this regard. +

+ In other words, as the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion, your influence on gene seeds is absolute: even those gene seeds that do not originate from you will be affected by your status. +

+ On this basis, think about it, my daughter: Is it difficult to guess what kind of impact your mental state, your inner world, and even your inner structure can have on your gene seeds? +

【……】

＋To be honest...＋

The Lord of Humanity randomly drew a crystal card: it was [Think Tank].

+ The Dawnbreaker Legion has the worst gene-seed: it comes from you. Their gene-seed carries genetic diseases, and there are far more than one. This makes their gene-seed worse than the Thousand Sons, Space Wolves and Holy Blood. Angel's gene-seed is even inferior. +

【……but……】

[But so far, my Dawnbreaker Legion has no record of any outbreak of genetic diseases: except for the pitifully low adaptation rate of gene seeds, there are no problems with the bloodline inheritance of the Second Legion. 】

+Yes, this is a matter of fate. +

The Lord of Mankind looked at his daughter.

+ Do you know why the survival rate of your gene seeds is so low, and you never have to worry about genetic diseases? +

+ This is not because the genetic disease in the Dawnbreaker seeds is so mild: on the contrary, the Dawnbreaker Legion has the most terrifying inheritance of genetic diseases, so scary that I once wanted to give up planning for the future of this legion. +

+ But I soon discovered: Because the genetic diseases in the seeds of Dawnbreaker are too many and too violent, when the genetic diseases of other legions are lurking in the seeds and waiting to break out at some point in the future, Dawn The seed of the person is in another state. +

+ Any Dawnbreaker seeds that carry a genetic disease will be quickly killed by a strong genetic virus the moment they are extracted: only those seeds that do not carry a genetic disease at all can survive. +

+ In this way, any genetic disease that can be hidden in the Dawnbreaker Legion will lose the channel of infection from the beginning because of their too violent effects: According to the proverb of the ancient Holy Terra, this is called the disease before departure. Jieyi died first. +

+ By a strange combination of circumstances, the bloodline inheritance of the Dawnbreaker Legion became extremely pure and even extremely strong. +

+So, there are no genetic diseases in your legion: except for the pitiful few qualified gene seeds. +

【……】

Morgan blinked: she didn't react for a moment.

+ A blessing in disguise, isn’t it? +

The Emperor smiled, showing his teeth.

+This is why your legions are not plagued by genetic diseases, Morgan. +

+And this is also the reason why I left the Second Legion. +