Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

It would be ridiculous to build a great city on this spot.

Here, breathing oxygen is scarcer than conscience in the void, and the low air pressure brought by the high altitude is like a heavy armor, piled arrogantly on the thin shoulders of every pedestrian.

In addition, there are the cold winds that rage all day long, the poisonous ultraviolet rays, thunderstorms that come and go without a trace, and the huge and fatal temperature difference between day and night: it can be said that if it were not for the climate stabilization processor and If Yamane's nuclear power plant was operating at full capacity all the time, this glorious city that had been emerging for less than a century would have been restored to its original appearance.

Sooty mountain tops, exposed rocks, silent ruins, and eternal wasteland, this is the region called [Himalaya], and the truth in the past thousands of years: until the emperor's banner emerged from its peaks rising.

Using this unoccupied ruin as his starting point, it took the Emperor only a few generations to unify all of Holy Terra, reuniting the homeland of Mankind into a single force that grew from tiny settlements of thousands of people. In the great empire of hundreds of millions of people, the Terran people finally learned to treat the self-proclaimed "Lord of Humanity" with admiration, fanaticism and blind obedience.

And when the Emperor completed his initial undertaking, he returned to the Himalayan mountains again, and to everyone's surprise, he established this place as the throne of his new empire, and also planned those initial Domes and spiers: Only a few brave ones dare to figure out why this all-powerful man chose to rule his kingdom here, while many more have learned absolute obedience.

As a result, the greatest palace in human history was built with the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau as its foundation. Until decades later, the wave of the Great Expedition had swept across the entire galaxy, but this behemoth was still in the ascendant: it Most of the inner palace area has been built, but the outer palace area is still devouring countless workers and building materials, extending its claws towards the entire northern hemisphere.

"Rather than a palace, it is more like a hive city, a huge hive city. Some people describe it this way: an endless black hive composed of forbidden technology and underground passages deep into Terra."

[So what is the area we are currently in? Branches outside the hive? 】

"You mean the Lions Gate Airport below us? Oh! It has so many uses."

Leman Russ grinned and stroked the thick glass in front of him, as if he could touch the gray sky further away through this layer of glass.

"This Lions Gate Airport, and its cousins ​​in the distance that we can see, have many different roles: specifically, it depends on the external situation."

"There are good and bad?"

Conrad interrupted. He was squatting in front of the glass wall, his pale face pressed tightly against the combination of silica and various oxides. From time to time, he would take a breath and use it again. Wipe the back of your hands to make yourself see more clearly: There is no doubt that this feeling of standing thousands of meters high in mid-air, looking down, comparing countless tall buildings and bustling crowds to grains of sand on your fingertips, Fascinating a certain flying mammal that became an elf.

"Of course there's good and bad."

As he spoke, the Fenrisian raised his eyebrows and glanced at his brother. When he saw Conrad's round head swinging back and forth under his paws, Leman Russ pursed his lips and fell silent. It took two seconds, but in the end I couldn't hold it back.

The Wolf King of Fenris stretched out his claws, grabbed the top of Conrad's head at lightning speed, and rubbed it several times until the long, silky hair became a little messy. , while Midnight Ghost slapped his brother's palms in annoyance, but the resistance was not very fierce.

It wasn't until Conrad's originally smooth black hair had become a little disfigured by Leman Russ's mischief that a certain silver-haired lady, whose face was slightly darkened because of this, was shocked with her cold gaze. The Wolf King, who was still smiling playfully, leaned down and arranged Conrad's hair again.

Next to Morgan, there was a certain Lord of Fenris who turned his gaze aside with a guilty conscience and hummed softly in a rough voice from the world of ice and snow, pretending that nothing had happened.

"..."

Directly behind everyone, Zhuang Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and showed disapproval: Although Caliban did not criticize all this verbally, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Sure enough, compared to him, Jonson, these brothers of his are really too naive: one and two, they don't understand the world at all, and they don't know how to maintain the majesty of being the heirs of the Emperor and the Primarch. and image.

Of course, no one noticed the slander in the Lion King's heart, and no one cared: when Morgan leaned down to comb Midnight Ghost's black hair that had been caught in locks, Conrad simply sat on the ground, Listen to Leman Russ continue to explain about the airport.

"Things like the airport are essentially the channels between Terra and the outside world: at this moment, they are the blood vessels that allow the Royal Palace of Terra to continue to expand. In the future, they will be the channels for the palace and the huge city below us to expand. A lifeline to keep going.”

"but……"

Leman Russ's words suddenly changed, and the whole room became a little cold.

"If we analyze it from another angle, in those more dangerous times, when we have lost in the galaxy and the enemy has been overwhelming the enemy, Lions Gate Airport will also become something that can be used by the enemy. The trail in the mountains, by then, will have become a key point of bloodshed and sacrifice for both sides.”

"Mountain trails..."

Midnight Ghost chewed on the word.

"Yes, the mountain trail: the enemy who can hit Holy Terra must have a huge void fleet. Otherwise, they will definitely not be able to break through the layers of firepower networks and defense methods outside the solar system. When the war is on When it unfolds on Holy Terra, it must mean that we have lost control of the universe and can only fight the final fierce battle on the ground."

"So, if we continue to analyze based on this: If the ground battlefield falls into anxiety, the space elevator that directly connects to low-Earth orbit will definitely be used by the attacker with air superiority to launch surprise attacks. Or the important town where the siege corps was stationed, especially since Lions Gate Airport is so close to the palace, its importance is almost self-evident."

When the Fenrisian spread his hand, looked at the orbital defense platforms above the sky and the Royal Palace of Terra in the distance, and told Conrad these military theories, there was a cynical smile on his face. , then naturally faded away, leaving only the awe-inspiring coldness and seriousness.

At this moment, Leman Russ no longer seemed to be wearing rough armor and a fishy wolf hair cape, but a straight military uniform, and the light shining in his green pupils was no longer that of a barbarian. The wildness of the king, but the coldness and rationality of a famous general in hundreds of battles.

It was as if this man, this serious general, was the real Leman Russ.

"So, if Holy Terra is directly attacked by some powerful enemy..."

"That won't happen! Riemann!"

Behind the Fenrisians, Jonson's voice sounded a little too suppressed. He seemed to have been patient for a while: In other words, he could stand here and quietly listen to Leman Russ's talk about [Terra was attacked] ]'s blasphemous words, considering Zhuang Sen's character, can be regarded as an act full of brotherly love.

Therefore, when Caliban couldn't bear it anymore and chose to speak, there was naturally no pause in his voice and no mercy in his tone.

Leman Russ could naturally hear it. He spread his hands and was not angry.

"Jonson, I'm just giving you an example."

"There are no examples, no what-ifs: as long as I live, no enemy will be able to set foot on Sacred Terra, to reach the land in front of the Imperial Palace, to desecrate the Emperor's throne with their soldiers."

Zhuang Sen still held the ceremonial sword inlaid with rubies tightly, as if it was really a magical blade that could eliminate iron like mud and wipe out the galaxy. His cold eyes swept across the front of him. The three brothers, with a hint of weirdness in their pupils, expressed their frankness and recognition of their blood brothers.

"The same goes for you. It is absolutely impossible for any enemy to set foot on the land of Holy Terra until the blood of us and our legions is drained: if something like this does happen, it will be a lifetime threat to us all. Shame that even endless sacrifices and deaths cannot erase.”

The Lion King's words passed through the void together with his gaze. When they landed, they turned into a relaxed smile, eager to be recognized by his brothers.

"I believe we won't let this happen, right?"

"..."

In reply to the smiling Lion King, there was first a strange silence, followed by the low-pitched conversations of the Astartes and mortals outside the door, and then the inexplicable changes bloomed on the faces of several Primarchs. expression.

Leman Russ grinned, patted Jonson's shoulder, and uttered words of response; while Conrad looked at his blond brother strangely, as if looking at a strange gargoyle. As for Morgan, he didn't even raise his head at all. He just took the time to continue arranging Midnight Ghost's messy hair with his head down.

For a moment, in the ears of the Caliban Lion, there were only the whispers of Conrad and Leman Russ: the voice was [low] enough for Jonson to hear.

"Why did this guy suddenly become so weird?"

"Who knows, Zhuang Sen has always been like this, no one understands him."

"..."

"Tsk."

Caliban narrowed his eyes. He gripped the sharp blade at his waist tightly. While sighing as to why this was just a ceremonial sword, he silently recalled the flash in his mind [with his blood brother]. The thought of "put yourself in someone else's shoes" was crushed into crumbs.

A strange low pressure began to surround the lion, until the Lord of Avalon finally took care of Midnight Ghost's hair, raised her head, glanced at her brothers, and felt Leman Russ and Konra De kept blinking at her, followed their guidance and the direction of help, glanced at the Caliban rain cloud, and sighed silently.

Stand up straight, take steps, walk up to a certain dull Caliban, first raise your hand and pat his shoulder, then stand on tiptoes before whispering in his ear.

[Don’t worry: No one will let this happen, including me. 】

"..."

"Of course I know."

The Caliban man snorted softly, and the heavy low pressure disappeared.

【……】

Morgan curled her lips, but she said nothing more. Instead, she stood beside Jonson, with her arms crossed, and her braided hair swept across the Caliban man's shoulder armor decorated with roaring lion heads, and she was a little confused. His eyes were focused on Zhuang Sen's stiff movements: Ever since they arrived at the orbit of Terra, Zhuang Sen had always held the sword with one hand and hung the other hand on his waist. He almost maintained this stiffness along the way. posture.

[Jonson, you seem to be a little too serious, brother. 】

Jonson was noncommittal.

"After landing, my knight captains and I will go to the end of the Eternal Gate to attend the ceremony of the inauguration of the statue. This is a serious process, Morgan. From the moment I boarded Terra's airspace, I I must hold myself to the etiquette of participating in this ceremony.”

【……】

Morgan blinked her eyes. She said nothing more, but continued to maintain the same position as Jonson, standing there. The two Primarchs were just silent, watching Konrad and Leman Russ in front of them. The next period of time was spent half talking and half playing: after seeing Morgan go to calm down the depressed Zhuang Sen, the two emperor's heirs, who had become very familiar with each other at some time, met again. Once they gathered together and whispered, and soon fell into a fight that was not serious.

[I have never noticed that the relationship between Leman Russ and Konrad is actually so good? 】

"It's just that we have similar odors."

The Lion King snorted.

"What's more, it's really unbecoming for two Primarchs to behave like this in public. This is Holy Terra. Every move we make here represents the majesty of the Emperor, and the majesty of the Emperor is There is absolutely no room for error.”

[There are no outsiders here, Zhuang Sen, just the four of us. 】

"That's not OK."

【……】

【Then, why don't you stop them two? 】

Morgan smiled, her eyebrows arched, and it seemed as if she had been immersed wholeheartedly in the beautiful scene in front of her, but her attention always remained on Zhuangson's side.

"..."

Caliban was silent for a moment. For a moment, he seemed to really want to step forward and stop what was happening in front of him. However, after another period of careful consideration, Jonson just had a cold face and shook his head. .

"Let them make trouble. These two guys will always cause trouble anyway, especially Leman Russ. He will never be idle: if you don't let him do this, he will find other things."

"What's more, they don't listen to me. If I stop them, I will only fight with the two of them, and the sound may be heard by people outside. By then, the emperor's face will really be affected. Damaged.”

【……】

[Then let them make trouble like this? 】

"..."

"I'm free to do whatever you want."

Jonson closed his eyes, leaving only Morgan, who was still smiling, watching the brains of the two Primarchs in front of them in silence. This silence was quiet and precious, and lasted for a period of time that everyone wanted to cherish.

For a moment, when a ray of light from the sun barely tore through the ever-lasting clouds on Terra's dome and projected it onto the room high in the air, neither Leman Russ nor Leman Russ, who was joking around, Conrad, or Morgan, who was standing behind them, watching all this with a smile, or Jonson, who was standing on the other side, with a stern face and a serious smile, but he was not far away: when the four of them were caught by the sun As they were illuminated, their shadows walked on the wall behind them, constantly changing silently.

First, two huge and united shadows appeared in a staggered manner. Then, the shadows of the Wolf King and the Midnight Ghost, who were standing further away, were slowly projected onto the wall, gradually becoming stronger and standing side by side with the original two: until They are completely united in everything, just like a sun that chooses to cover its own light, so united and inseparable.

【……】

[After landing, will you and your heirs go to the Gate of Eternity? 】

"Yes."

[What about Ruth? 】

"He will also go to the Gate of Eternity with me, but he will not stay there for too long, because there is still a team of forbidden troops waiting for him there. They will guide him to a private space under the Palace of Terra. : You know, Riemann and his people are escorting [that thing]."

【……】

[The Emperor ultimately chose to imprison him rather than eliminate him completely. 】

"We have no right to discuss the Emperor's orders."

Zhuang Sen still closed his eyes tightly, his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"What about you, Morgan, where are you and Conrad going after you land?"

[I don’t have anything particularly important. I will go and supervise the progress of the recruitment activities first. Then, if there is plenty of time, I may go to your inauguration ceremony. 】

"With Conrad?"

[Don’t you welcome him? 】

"..."

"I really don't want that kid to appear in this kind of situation, but if he really comes to participate, I will leave a place for him by my side. After all, he is also one of the heroes of the Ran Dan War: Don't give it to me Just cause trouble.”

【I will watch him. 】

"..."

"As for you, Morgan, you must come to this ceremony."

Jonson opened his eyes and looked down at his blood relative: in those emerald eyes from Caliban, there was a seriousness and concentration that anyone could see.

Jonson was rarely so serious, it was as if he was telling a truth and his loyalty to the Emperor.

"You must come: I will not let the ceremony begin immediately, I will make them wait for you."

【……】

【Your heir...】

"They will support my idea. No one will object, not even Astlan: I have asked them about this matter, and every knight commander is very concerned about whether you will attend this ceremony."

【……】

[This is your First Legion’s business after all, Zhuang Sen. 】

"You're wrong Morgan: there is no [you] in this matter, only [us]."

Zhuang Sen blinked, his pupils burning with fire.

"This is a medal that belongs to the First Legion. It belongs to the entire First Legion. Then Morgan must be among them. Then Morgan must be present: the First Legion is incomplete without you. Without you, the First Legion cannot be pure. Standing as a victor on the land of Terra."

"You are part of the First Army."

"That's how it was before, and it will be like that in the future."

——————

“You are important to all of us: vital.”

"..."

"You are also very important to me."

"..."

"Critical."

——————

"..."

"Are they here?"

The regent of the human empire sat alone in the parliament hall. In front of him was the huge prototype debate table, nearly nine meters in diameter, which was enough to easily accommodate an entire room full of noise, interests, compromises, wisdom and intrigues. The War Council to rule the entire galaxy, or some other organization: everything is subject to the requirements of the Lord of Mankind.

Even Malcador has no right to change more things: in this council hall that symbolizes the highest power of the human empire, the only thing that can be changed by the holder of the seal at will is which deputy stands behind him and transcribes proceedings with him and other councillors.

But now, as usual, there is a taciturn assistant standing behind him, holding the clipboard and pen tightly, waiting for any word from Macado's mouth. Today's assistant is a bit tall and extremely taciturn. , even his breathing seemed inaudible.

But when Malcador asked the question, the deputy reacted immediately and calmly answered the handprinter's question with his mediocre and almost featureless voice.

"The four primarchs Jonson, Morgan, Leman Russ and Conrad are taking the space elevator of Lions Gate Airport to the Eternal Gate in front of the palace. There will be a hundred people, consisting of the Imperial Guard and palace attendants. A team was formed to greet them, and the rest of the welcoming activities were all ready.

"Um……"

Makado nodded and exhaled a heavy hum from his nose.

"What about the other two Primarchs?"

"Where are the two who arrived first?"

"The two Primarchs are currently active in the inner area of ​​the palace. They are visiting the crystal art that was used to display the crystal art originated from Baal that Sanguinius brought back when he first returned to Holy Terra. He was in a beautiful room, and within a short period of time, he seemed to have no intention of leaving."

"It doesn't matter: they are going to mess with my old bones after all."

The palmer stretched out a hand and touched his forehead as he sighed, rubbing it slowly. The fingers of the imperial regent were no more different from any ordinary old man: long and thin, with well-defined joints. , the fine blood vessels are attached under the skin, exuding a deep green color.

After sighing, the palmer's briefly blank vision returned to calmness and rationality. He looked around the room that seemed empty at this time: first at the huge conference round table, and then at the central podium. The exquisitely decorated petition platform was followed by the chairs in the corner of the room used to accommodate low-level officials. Maybe their opinions were not important, but the most important instructions required them to listen with their own ears in order to be more accurate. Good execution or downward communication.

No one cares whether there will be leaks or the like: the people who can enter this supreme palace, even the waiters who simply stand in the corner and serve, are the smartest people in the galaxy. They know What should I do.

It is said that this spacious hall is enough to house four fully armed Astartes companies, and since the beginning of the Great Crusade, Malcador has spent at least 90% of his time in this hall. Middle: No one knows when he obtained the position of Imperial Regent. It seems that from the moment the Emperor announced his hegemony in the mountains of the Himalayas, Malcador has been the Emperor's official. The shadow in the imperial political arena.

Some loathe him, some fear him, some worship him, some follow him, but no one dares to ignore the voice of the Markbearer: even those Primarchs who hunt for great deeds and legends among the stars must listen. Listen to Malcador's whispers, for that may be the closest link they have to the Emperor.

Such favors will naturally arouse countless jealousies and hostility, and those powerful descendants of the Emperor are the biggest spreaders of this hostility: many of them not only regard themselves as the Emperor's generals, They even regarded the Emperor as their father, and in their eyes Malcador was an outsider, or a villain, who beguiled the Emperor with evil words and arbitrarily intervened in their father-son relationship.

No one likes a villain: just like no one really likes a jester, and jester is exactly Malcador's role in the empire and his identity in the emperor's palm. At night, when the meeting progresses to the point where it is irrelevant, the person holding the mark will think of this word in his vain fantasy.

Rigoletto: He is Rigoletto.

"..."

But now, it is not the time for him to freely express his imagination.

After all, the current situation is a little more complicated than he expected: after many years, the emperor's descendants are finally active on Holy Terra, and there are six of them at a time.

These great superhuman beings often lack the rationality and wisdom to match their power. Any one of them is enough to give the palmer a headache, let alone six of them in one go.

Six Primarchs: enough to tear down the palace beneath his feet.

…

No, more than six.

Macado blinked, and his breath rushed back, hitting the silent narrator behind him.

"If you don't move around the galaxy, what are you doing back in Holy Terra?"

"..."

"Maybe I just miss my caregiver. It's okay to come back and take a look..."

"teacher."

With a chuckle, the Narrator, or rather Alpharius, took off his hood and bowed slightly to Malcador, while the Palmist remained aloof and watched. The best student from the professor, Malcador knew that even he could never believe any word Alpharius said or any action he made.

Hydra will deceive anyone, even himself.

The palm-printer turned his head and stroked the round table.

"Have you been to Avalon?"

"Yes, before I went to deal with Ran Dan and my troublesome brother, I made a special trip to the country under Morgan's rule: I must admit to you, teacher, that it can be called a paradise. Generally speaking, it is an emperor. In terms of the future we long for, this sister of mine is better than most of my brothers in terms of running the country."

"How does it compare to Guilliman?"

"..."

Hydra was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Not as good as that."

"Although I hate Guilliman, I still have to say that there is no better candidate than Guilliman in the field of governing the country or commanding the entire sector. Morgan's ability in this regard may be better than other factors. Although she is physically weak, she is still weaker than Guilliman."

"Guilliman is unmatched in the field of governing a world, or uniting hundreds of planets into one, but Morgan is better than him in some higher-end fields: in more than five hundred worlds , Far Eastern Frontier and other concepts, managing these huge forces from a more grand perspective is what Morgan is better at."

"Her performance in the Ran Dan War and the subsequent war clearly demonstrated this point: my sister almost single-handedly managed the logistics systems of several legions. Not only By managing these materials in an orderly manner, we can also take care of the entire huge fleet at the same time, and eliminate possible conflicts between the various legions and fleets in advance.”

Under her macro-scheduling, there was not even a large-scale internal friction or internal friction in the entire expeditionary force: It was not until I accepted some of the relevant work that I discovered how difficult it was to do this. "

"She has a natural ability to grasp people's hearts: the Emperor undoubtedly bestowed this power on her."

"..."

Makado nodded, walked to the edge of the round table, and poured himself a glass of water.

"You think highly of Morgan?"

"I have a very low opinion of many of my brothers, Lord Machado."

"..."

The Seal Holder gave the Hydra Lord a cold look.

"In the story you gave me before, you thought that Horus was spoiled by the Emperor, that Lion was an egomaniac, that Guilliman was annoying, that Dorn was particularly annoying, and that the other brothers were You haven’t received many positive comments and compliments here: you do have a pretty high opinion of Perturabo.”

"Who knows."

Hydra spread its hands.

"Furthermore, people will change, Lord Machado, and so do my brothers: Take Zhuang Sen for example, compared to the first time I met him, the current Zhuang Sen gives me a different A distinctly different feeling.”

"..."

"Is it good or bad?"

"Generally speaking, it's pretty good."

"That's fine."

Machado nodded, and drank the clear water in the cup bit by bit as if he was tasting some nectar.

"In the Emperor's expectations, although Jonson is not indispensable, as long as he can be kept, any attempt and effort is worth doing: even if it is not for Jonson or the Dark Angel, it is still worth it. Do this."

"I understand that."

Alpharius nodded.

"The Dark Angels deserve this: they've proven themselves, time and time again."

Machado was noncommittal.

"So, let's move on to the Far Eastern Frontier: How does it feel to you there?"

"It's like a smaller empire, but more rational, calmer and healthier."

Alpharius's voice was low, and he thought in silence for a while before continuing.

"From any point of view, it is difficult for people to find problems in the Far Eastern Frontier. Although Morgan's intelligence is not as sophisticated as Guilliman's, she also has her own unique wisdom. But at this point, the only problem is , Morgan’s methods of governance may only be applicable to the Far Eastern frontier.”

"How to say?"

"It's very simple. According to my observation, the main reason why Morgan's country is prosperous is because Morgan limited her attention to the hundreds of core worlds in the Far Eastern Frontier. The reason why many of her policies and governance methods are The complete implementation is due to the size of the Far Eastern Frontier, which does not exceed the standard. If we look at the entire empire, many of the policies and methods are difficult to implement."

The sealmaster nodded, and he didn't look surprised at all.

"It's expected, isn't it? The same is true for the Five Hundred Worlds: If Guilliman was put in my position, all he could do was to support it. After all, when the quantity accumulates to a certain limit, At that time, it can make all efforts pale in comparison.”

After saying these words, the palm-printer fell into deep thought. He silently witnessed the remaining clear water in the glass slowly swirling around his own wine glass until the clear water formed a small vortex.

"What attitude do you think should be adopted towards the Far Eastern frontier?"

"Military town."

Alpharius didn't hesitate at all.

"Military town?"

"Yes, Military Town: Avalon under Morgan's rule looks extremely powerful, but if you look around it carefully, you will find the problem. It is too dangerous. Avalon's location is not really Great."

"In the north of the Far Eastern Frontier, there are extremely dangerous ghoul stars. To the east are the darkness outside the territory and enemies from outside the galaxy that may come at any time. In the south, there are things outside the Damocles Galaxy that we don't know about. It’s strange, and as for the maelstrom area to the west, although it is already in the empire’s possession, the chaos and rampant piracy there have never been eradicated.”

"Avalon is located in the core area of ​​this land of four wars. Its army can deal with any of the above-mentioned deadly threats anytime and anywhere, and it can drag down a large number of enemies in the Far East for the empire, but it itself is undoubtedly also We are suffering from the aggression and harassment from these powerful enemies at any time."

"Therefore, there is a fundamental difference between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds: Although both of them are on the edge of the Far Eastern Star Territory, they are extremely far away from Terra. They are at the king of distance that is basically unmanageable, and they have huge size and prosperous national power, but beyond that, their positioning is completely opposite."

"The Five Hundred Worlds are just a bunch of fertile soil huddled in a corner. Although its enemies are very powerful, they are not deadly, while the Far Eastern Frontier is a cooler sitting on top of a lot of dangerous explosives. A collapse in either direction would pose a considerable threat to the empire's overall security."

"Take the Maelstrom area with the least impact as an example: If the Far East Frontier can successfully suppress the Maelstrom area, then the Sun Star Domain where Holy Terra is located will be able to form a huge lever with the Far East Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds , based on this lever, the human empire will have an extremely solid backing for its rule over the entire galaxy."

"On the other hand, if the Far Eastern frontier is in decline, then a chaotic maelstrom area and a chaotic heart of the Galaxy can mess up the entire empire's transportation system and disrupt the connection between the Sun Star Territory and the Far East Star Territory. It becomes difficult.”

"So, for Holy Terra, Avalon's ability to remain stable is the greatest contribution it can make. A stable Avalon can save Holy Terra at least five Legions of Astartes. troops."

"Five?"

Machado frowned.

"even more."

Alpharius nodded.

"This is not an exaggeration, teacher."

"So, my personal suggestion is that if there are no problems in the Far Eastern Frontier itself, then Holy Terra had better not dictate anything about it: since a stable Avalon can make at least one-fifth of the empire If necessary, Terra will even provide it with certain assistance to ensure that this can continue.”

"..."

"Ah……"

The palm bearer listened patiently to Alpharius's suggestion, and then showed a bitter smile. He raised his glass and drank all the water in the glass. Then he shook his head and looked towards Alpharius in a tone that sounded like a sigh. Reese said.

"assistance?"

"I myself am still worried about a large amount of supplies. Thanks to your father, I am still thinking about communicating with your sisters to see if we can set up a special tax on the Far Eastern frontier and Try to extend it to the Five Hundred Worlds."

Alpharius nodded.

"The odds are low: Morgan is more cunning than you think, and if allowed to be, she can even be a mess. She is a misfortune to be a rival, and a bad news to be a verbal opponent." ."

"..."

"Do you think I want to?"

Macado lowered his eyebrows, and uttered small words in his mouth, as if he was cursing a certain golden hands-off shopkeeper, and worried about the [torture] that would follow.

"But I don't need to think about this yet. Let's think about the two Primarchs first. One of them is much more irritable: do you know why they came?"

"You can probably guess: It's for my dead brother?"

"yes……"

The palmer's fingers gently stroked the lines on the water glass.

"So, I suggested to the emperor at that time that he should have more daughters."

"..."

"..."

"I remember this was just a joke on your part?"

"..."

"..."

"Is this a joke, teacher?"

"..."

"Of course...it's just a joke."