Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I returned to the Empire in the forty-fifth year after the Great Crusade began."

"In the beginning, I spent three years studying in the Luna Wolves Legion, learning the necessary knowledge and the ways of life in this empire: Horus is a very good teacher, and I and his subordinates The soldiers also got along well with each other. During those three years, I was more like a member of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion. I was not an outsider living in their legion. It was not until three years later that I and my descendants Reunion.”

[Sounds like a truly euphoric experience, Sanguinius. 】

"That's true: I think we can agree on that, can't we?"

When Sanguinius lowered his head, he blinked, exuding amber charm: Morgan was standing next to him, about half a body behind, and a gap formed between her and Sanguinius. Some kind of strange contrast, just those huge wings of the famous empire are enough to wrap the Lord of Avalon in it.

It seemed that Sanguinius could hide Morgan if he wanted to, and if Morgan cooperated with him, this hiding behavior would not even be discovered by any of his brothers, even if they walked in front of everyone.

"I am the tenth Primarch to return, with Magnus in front of me and Jonson behind me. We are each about three years apart: during that time, brothers are like Like the heroes in the Great Crusade, they appeared one after another, were recovered, and then joined the Empire and the Great Crusade."

“I still remember clearly that Fulgrim was the fifth brother to return. When he came to the Empire, the entire Third Legion was on the verge of destruction. He used his nobility and charm to complete a battle. An almost impossible miracle of Nirvana. When I returned, the Emperor's Children Legion was already the benchmark for the Empire."

[Phoenix of Chemos, I met him once in the Nostramo Sector. His elegance and pride were impressive: You know, Sanguinius, the pride here is not a derogatory term. 】

"Pride is never a derogatory word, arrogance is, but between the two, there is only a thin red line: those who can see the red line are proud, and those who can see the red line are arrogant."

[Did you see it early? 】

Morgan had a delightful smile on her face, like a sister who would make her brother proud.

"No, I wouldn't even go near there."

The smile on Sanguinius's face was also perfect, so perfect that even Morgan couldn't find anything to fault.

"After all, I am an angel, and I have such a huge pair of wings: as you can see, they are an impressive burden even for me, let alone a slender red thread, which carries Can’t live.”

[Perhaps you can tie this red thread around you to name what is pride and what is arrogance: many people will be happy to see it, my brother Sanguinius. 】

"Isn't there enough on my wings now?"

The archangel asked with a smile, and his wings moved just in time, and the countless golden coats of arms and chains embellished on them began to jingle like a symphony.

"They are so heavy that sometimes I feel as if I am as strong as our Perturabo."

[After all, Perturabo is covered in countless steel. 】

"You want to say that he is actually very light?"

【No. 】

[The steel contained in his heart is heavier. 】

"..."

A relaxed and tacit smile spread out between the two primarchs, and the two equally perfect faces were dotted with equal joy and sincerity. If anyone could witness this scene at this moment, he would definitely not One would suspect that the relationship between these two siblings is so deep that they must have been together for decades.

So, at the next moment, the two brothers and sisters, who had just met for less than five minutes, stopped laughing in unison. Their smiles were still on their faces, and their hearts were spinning very fast, thinking about how to make this happen. More ways to have a conversation that goes your way.

Again, it was Sanguinius who spoke first: In a short period of time, Morgan didn't seem to have any intention of seizing control of the discourse. She just narrowed her eyes and carefully received and analyzed every word of Sanguinius. .

The archangel turned around. He was heading in a direction that Morgan had not gone before. He was about one position ahead. The Lord of Avalon could only see the pair of white wings dangling wantonly in front of her. .

The angel's voice is still sweet.

"Perturabo is the twelfth brother to return. Some of his actions after his return caused a certain amount of controversy in the empire, but no one can deny that he is the decisive factor for the empire to fight against those stubborn fortresses. The best hunter one could choose, he used the bravery and blood of his children to establish his ruthless reputation."

[You don’t seem to approve of Perturabo’s behavior? 】

"..."

"And you?"

Sanguinius didn't answer. He turned to look at Morgan with burning eyes.

The Lord of Avalon was silent for a moment, and she did not answer directly, but used an indifferent attitude and a relaxed tone.

[Ruthlessness is not useless: it’s just that I can’t use them. 】

"..."

"me too."

The Archangel smiled: a real smile, and turned away, thoughtfully.

"There is only a short twenty years between these two brothers: during these twenty and Terra standard years, eight Primarchs returned to the empire. On average, every two to three years, we The Gene-Father will find one of his descendants in the galaxy, and then there will be another Legion of Astartes ushering in their own Gene-Father."

"Of course, your legion is different: they are bringing back the Gene Mother."

【Are you surprised by this? 】

"A few, but not many: at least when Perturabo returned, I never thought I would have a blood sister. At that time, no one would have such an idea."

[But reality did happen. 】

"Of course: after all, that was the idea forty years ago, and it's always going to change."

【……】

"Time flies, doesn't it?"

The archangel seemed to be sighing.

"In the blink of an eye, it seems that all the brothers are coming back, the seats are no longer vacant, and every vacant seat in the Square of Heroes will also welcome its own owner: If I remember correctly, Morgan, you are the sixteenth One, right?"

When Sanguinius retracted his wings, let his bright golden hair brush through the copper-gold armor, and focused his gaze on Morgan's face, the Lord of Avalon could feel a hot and humid breeze blowing against his face: The most perfect work of art in the world stood before her eyes. Sanguinius radiated light, so all the crystal creations in this room seemed as contemptible as dim rocks at this moment.

Morgan could feel her smile: the muscles at the corners of her mouth tensed together to keep her smile within a controlled range, ensuring it didn't betray her inner thoughts.

[Yes, Sanguinius, I remember I was the sixteenth. In front of me was Jaghatai Khan, the commander of the Fifth Legion. 】

"But this is not such a rigorous ranking, my sister."

Sanguinius smiled, his voice was very soft, as if two pieces of fine rice paper were rubbing each other, with a hoarse tenderness that was breathtaking.

"After all, if my memory is correct, you have been serving the empire a long time ago: when I looked up information about you, the earliest record I could find was about Dawn Star During the rescue operation, at that time, Luo Jia and Chagatai still had not returned."

"So: maybe you're the fourteenth."

【fourteen? 】

Morgan's brows furrowed slightly, and she chewed the number slowly without hiding her disgust for the number.

[I rarely hate a number: but fourteen is an exception. 】

"Is it because of one of our brothers?"

The angel didn't look surprised. He seemed to have brought the topic here on purpose.

In the pupils of Sanguinius, a cunning light flashed silently, completely diluting the last trace of seriousness in his eyebrows.

Morgan also responded to her archangel brother with a smile. She answered calmly. After all, she did not feel that the bad relationship between herself and Motali was a secret that needed to be concealed.

[You know, brother, I am a more introverted and passive character: I don't mind becoming friends with Mortarion if he is willing to improve our relationship with me, but obviously, on this issue, I am more paranoid. That person is not me. 】

"This is not surprising, Morgan: Motali has always been a tough person, just like his name of the Queen of Glory. He has his own cognition and world view, and has always been proud of it. No one can Give him a little mercy.”

[Even Horus? 】

"…Horus is different."

"But Horus cannot change him."

When Sanguinius looked at the darkness that even the light of the crystal could not illuminate and sighed sadly, his voice actually sounded suspiciously sincere.

"I saw what Mortarion did."

"It's hard to accept, but it's hard to refute."

【……】

Morgan was silent. She continued to deduce in her mind the purpose of Sanguinius coming to see her, but she could never grasp the looming key point: at the beginning, the archangel's seriousness and heroic aura made the Lord of Avalon misunderstand. Thinking he was about to have an unusually serious conversation.

But almost in the next second, Sanguinius dispersed the aura that made Morgan afraid, and became radiant: Archangel Baal now is more like an extremely amiable brother, a man who exudes warm light. Perfect idol.

But this put Morgan in an even more confused situation: from a hindsight perspective, the Lord of Avalon would rather Sanguinius became harsher, because in that case, his demands would at least be clear. And straightforward.

But now, this Sanguinius standing in front of her, this Sanguinius with a gentle face discussing the Great Crusade and the Primarch, made Morgan confused. She was not sure what the Archangel was looking for her. What it does: This feeling of being unable to lead a conversation is something Morgan resents.

And just when she frowned, the angel's words had turned back to herself.

"On this issue, you and I are actually similar, Morgan."

【Similarities? 】

When the archangel paused during his march, turned around, and smiled at Morgan, Morgan behind him could clearly feel those white wings blowing past her, taking away the air and breathing quickly. : The Lord of Avalon almost used part of his determination to stop plucking out one of the feathers and taking a closer look.

Sanguinius didn't seem to notice this: but the wings on his back subconsciously moved back.

His words continued, with no particular ups and downs in his brisk tone.

"Just like you don't like the number fourteen now, I don't like the number ten very much either. In other words, I don't hate the number ten. I just feel a little regretful: If I could have been our boss two years earlier, If the Gene Father finds it, maybe I can say that I am the ninth Primarch to return."

[Is there any origin for this? 】

"Just a little psychological effect: If the ninth returning Primarch is the Primarch of the Ninth Legion, then this coincidence will inevitably make people feel happy. Although it has no actual effect, it is In my heart, I still prefer this arrangement."

The great angel of Baal spoke these emotionless words with a smiling face. When he began to move towards Morgan, the wings behind him brushed over the crystal creations beside him, leaving his own traces on those colorless priceless treasures. The divine aura of the Primarch.

Morgan's silent gaze followed those wings and briefly rested on the crystal statue: and it was only at this moment that the Lord of Avalon realized where Sanguinius had taken her.

Unconsciously, they had advanced a certain distance in the room, passed countless statues, and now, the two Primarchs were parked next to a twin statue.

This statue consists of two parts, and the rich historical knowledge in Morgan's mind allowed her to easily identify the characters represented by the two parts: Abel and Cain, the first two brothers, the two fratricidal brothers. A brother.

【……】

When she saw this statue, the Lord of Avalon's mind paused for a moment. It was very brief, but it was enough for her to fully accept the words and questions from Sanguinius clearly and unmistakably.

"But now, things are different, aren't they?"

The archangel's words sounded like some kind of poisonous nectar, so sweet that people were attracted to it.

"You and I both know that the empire's documents are undergoing large-scale deletions, including information about us. Although I am the tenth original body to return, now, if I want to, I will also It could be the ninth Primarch to return, for there was a Primarch before me who will never be mentioned by any of us again."

"He disappeared."

The archangel's words were quick and succinct, leaving people speechless. They were like a truth spread throughout the world. It was obviously a standard hint, but it was so upright that it made it impossible for anyone to have any dark thoughts.

The Archangel's hint was not obscure. Almost as soon as she heard it, Morgan understood its meaning, and just as she used the smile on her face as a shield to temporarily resist the Angel's words, she thought about her When asked how to answer this question, Sanguinius took another step forward.

He was so close that when he started to breathe, the bangs on Morgan's forehead would flutter gently.

"Same to you, Morgan."

"At this point, you and I are the same: if you want. You can stop being the sixteenth, stop being the fourteenth, and just go a little further."

"Thirteenth."

【……】

"Tell me, Morgan."

The angel whispered in her ear.

"Do you like the number thirteen?"

Today's state is very bad. To put it simply, I wrote 6,000 words in the afternoon, but I found that these 6,000 words were not suitable to appear here, so they became scraps (face covering)

(Those six thousand words are to explain the causes and consequences of why Sanguinius came here, and they do not advance the plot at all)

Then I immediately got out of the car and blew in the hot air from the car, which successfully made my brain hurt. Now I am rolling around on the bed and barely managed to write this. Let’s see if I can make up for it tomorrow. Bar.

Ah... Sanguinius is so difficult to write.

If there are any typos, please refresh them. I dictated the second half and didn’t have time to correct it.