Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"When I decided to use the special crystals of Baal Samsung to create a batch of works of art as gifts to Holy Terra and the entire human empire, there was a question that has been bothering me."

"In this batch of gifts, what kind of theme should be chosen for the crucial first one? I originally wanted to use the Emperor, Humanity or the Great Crusade as the objects of creation. Although this choice is mediocre, it is better than Can’t go wrong.”

“They will have no surprises, no hidden dangers, just mediocre choices. Maybe most people don’t like the word mediocre, but I’m not among them: If mediocrity means no hidden dangers, then I’d rather choose mediocrity. "

[This is not something that a person called an archangel can say. 】

"You can also just call me by my name, Sanguinius, sister: to be honest, being called an angel by so many people all day long, compared to those fabricated beautiful things, is something that makes people feel inexplicably ashamed. "

[Then will you blush? 】

"……Of course."

"Otherwise, what would I do with these wings that can cover my face?"

【Like Magnus?】

"No, it's not that red yet."

#Easy laughter between brother and sister#

【……】

[Do you want mediocrity because you are afraid of hidden dangers, Sanguinius? 】

"It's fear, sister, fear."

"I'm afraid of hidden dangers."

【Are angels also afraid? 】

When the Lord of Avalon asked this question with some doubts, there was a frozen smile on the corner of Morgan's mouth: she instinctively felt that Sanguinius was joking with her, but seeing the look on the archangel's face , but it doesn’t seem to be the case.

"of course."

When Sanguinius turned around, the outermost white wings on his back were blown up by the psychic storm just now, and he was caressing Morgan's side shoulders unintentionally.

The archangel's tone was low.

“Not only would I be afraid, I would also feel confused and overwhelmed.”

【Why? 】

"Because of this empire."

The angel blinked, and when his smile turned playful, his face was always irresistible to anyone: even Morgan, who had already been on guard.

"After all, you know that, whether for you or me, everything in the Empire is actually something that has been given: we grew up on our respective home planets, and then were found by the Emperor. I was detached from those familiar surroundings, and then passively accepted everything about the galaxy and the Great Crusade."

"Although we all believe in the Emperor's dream from the bottom of our hearts, there are some things we have to admit: In front of the Empire, a machine that has long been well-established, you and I are both outsiders, and we are both outsiders. New parts were forcibly inserted into this operating system."

"No matter how detailed our brothers and our heirs explain it to us, from our own point of view, everything in it, whether it is the Empire or the Great Expedition, is actually still unknown. We can only passively understand it. After every unsuspecting encounter, I accumulate my own knowledge.”

"You never know what kind of rules or regulations there are in the empire. People have become accustomed to it, but this is the first time you see it, and you never know what kind of secrets and obscurities there are in the empire. When they want to hide it, They always have the advantage when you’re there.”

"On the other hand, when we want to hide something in the empire, we do not have any advantage in front of those native-born imperial people, even though we are the descendants of the emperor, the original gene, and the same. "

"We are all outsiders. You and I were forced to enter the Great Crusade and were forced to accept everything about it. Although we sincerely desire to contribute to the victory of the Great Crusade, we are unable to grasp the most important aspects of it. The core mystery, at this point, is that we are no different from the enemies who fall at our feet."

Sanguinius's brows were downcast, and his voice was serious: Facts, lies, and truth were randomly moved and stacked in his natural voice, decorating the limited lies into the undoubted truth, and then, It’s the [same enemy] between him and Morgan.

"So I am afraid of the existence of hidden dangers. I hope you can understand this: because they are not poisonous scorpions or other beasts lurking in the desert on my home planet. I cannot use my strength and will to defeat them. And what’s even scarier is that when they appear in front of me, I always know nothing about them.”

"I can only guess, speculate, and use clues to construct a possible future. When I engage in the above activities, my heart and soul will feel insecure."

"So, I feel uneasy and scared."

"At this point, I believe you and I are the same, right?"

Sanguinius smiled. At least in this moment, the archangel looked serious.

“After all, who knows what dire consequences those seemingly innocuous hazards can have on us: especially when we ourselves are not the masters of our own destiny.”

【……】

[You seem to have something on your mind, brother? 】

Morgan's brows raised slightly, her words were more like affirmations than questions, and what answered her was Sanguinius's flawless face and smile.

"Morgan, my sister, although it has been less than ten minutes since we met, I still believe that you are a smart person: smart people only need to answer, without explaining."

"Or are you planning to defend our genetic father?"

The archangel raised this question, and his smiling face returned to seriousness and peace. When his head rotated, on that priceless white neck, dark green mottled lines could be vaguely seen, like A deep gem hidden by a curtain.

The Lord of Avalon's eyes inevitably stayed on these gems for a moment, and then moved to the face of Sanguinius: taking advantage of this time, she recalled what she had collected before, about the various Primarchs. detailed information.

At this point, Sergeant Trazin was of great help to her: although why this old skeleton had detailed information on each Primarch was itself a terrifying question.

Based on those data, and referring to what Sanguinius said just now, Morgan was easily convinced of one thing: her blood relative of Baal indeed had the same attitude towards the Lord of Humanity as stated in the data. , but it is not that wonderful, completely comparable to Chagatai Khan.

Then Morgan laughed.

[It’s hard to argue, but no matter what, we still have to remain in awe of our genetic father, brother: after all, awe can come from deep respect in the heart, or from the pursuit of a common dream, but it can also come from yes……】

Morgan blinked, and the heavy light flashing in her pupils was not missed by Sanguinius.

【fear. 】

"..."

[Fear of power. 】

"..."

[Like you, I am also a fearful person. 】

The archangel narrowed his eyes, and Morgan looked at him unceremoniously, carving the smile on his face bit by bit into Sanguinius's amber pupils.

"Why do you say that, sister?"

[Literally, brother. 】

Morgan blinked.

[As you said, when we came to this empire, we could only guess and speculate about everything inside this empire, and give us some clues through the kindness or malice it showed us in the first meeting. Our own response: We are destined to be the passive party. 】

[And in this passive process, coming to meet our genetic father is not the first unknown we need to face: the unknown coming from the empire. 】

[A dozen brothers are fighting for the same cause at the same time, but we all know that in our hearts, the flags guiding us will never be the same, because the goodwill and malice given to us by the Emperor are also different. 】

【…Strange bedfellows. 】

[Maybe this word is inappropriate? 】

"..."

"is a bit."

Sanguinius nodded, but he seemed a little distracted. Almost at the moment Morgan stopped speaking, the archangel quietly moved closer and asked the next question in his heart.

"Then why are you afraid?"

【……】

Morgan smiled back. She did not stop, but continued to move forward, silently passing the position where Sanguinius had just stood: as they moved forward, the destination of the statue named Legion, It has also appeared in their field of vision, and no longer needs the guidance of the archangel.

Therefore, the Lord of Avalon's next answer stayed in the air, allowing Sanguinius to pick it up one by one.

[Some people saw the great war picture painted by the Emperor, so they left his forests and castles and came to the Empire. 】

[Some people regard the Emperor as the heroic human projection in their hearts, so they restrained his arrogance and wildness and became the hound needed for the Great Crusade. 】

[There are also some people who have no reason to be optimistic. They are troubled by their own madness and wisdom all day long. The only reason for them to join the Great Crusade is to find out what they will do in the future. 】

[But I am different, because my reasons are simpler. 】

[When I came to the crossroads of my life and decided to choose my destiny, the Emperor was already there waiting for me: fully armed, ready, unquestionable, indifferent. 】

[In front of some people, the emperor is the giver, in front of some people, he is a great person, and at other times, he can also be the judge of everything. 】

[But in my case: he is a pure conqueror. 】

[Iron fist, authority, Vajra hands under soft deerskin gloves: He didn’t give me any more options. 】

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Morgan's lips. When she turned her head and looked at Sanguinius, she allowed her gaze to penetrate directly into the angel's heart, ensuring that he could not say anything more at this moment. lie.

[What about you, brother: What does the Emperor do to you? 】

"..."

Facing this inquiry, the bright face of the archangel was temporarily hidden in the darkness formed by his hair.

When he pushed aside his hair and smiled again, there was a look of exhaustion on his face after a long silence.

"Same as you, but different."

【Um? 】

"He's also waiting for me, fully armed."

Sanguinius's voice formed steam in the cold room.

He is cold.

"But he didn't wait until I reached the fork in my life: when I was still confused at the beginning, he had already come, and when I had not solved the confusion, he had already left. Brought me to the Empire and gave me a legion.”

【...Legion...】

[Is this the army? 】

Morgan took a few steps forward and stroked the statue standing in the center of the room. This statue was for an ordinary Blood Angel warrior. Just like the statue of the First Legion standing at the entrance of Taina Palace, it could also be Anyone from the Ninth Legion, standing like this under the brightest light in the room, attracting everyone's attention.

Nothing better illustrates the inner thoughts of the Archangel.

"Yes, my Ninth Legion."

Sanguinius took a step forward, a gentle smile flashed across his pupils: after talking to him for such a long time, this was the only time Morgan could be sure that the Archangel was completely free from any thinking or complexity. Thoughtful, pure tenderness.

What a stupid dad.

Morgan scoffed inwardly.

[The right choice, brother, if it were me, I would also put a statue of Dawnbreaker here, in the center of everyone's attention. After all, they are the meaning of my existence in this empire. , is the foundation for the survival of everything else. 】

"It's a bit exaggerated, but it makes sense."

Sanguinius' golden hair brushed his shoulder armor and wings. He took a step forward and stood side by side with Morgan. When the archangel crossed his arms, his elbow could just touch Morgan's shoulder. One of his wings vaguely enveloped the entire Lord of Avalon.

Then his voice became exaggerated.

"However, if you wish, my sister, I can order them to build a statue of the Dawnbreaker, also to be placed in this room: placed next to this statue, enjoying the same attention."

【……】

【Is it okay? 】

Morgan was a little surprised, and there was a bit of expectation in the surprise: Sanguinius saw all this, he was not sure whether it was a disguise or real, but he was more inclined to the latter, because of the flash in Morgan's pupils. The joy of passing does not seem fake.

At least the archangel couldn't see it.

If he showed such joy, it must be real.

And Sanguinius smiled.

"sure."

He smiled like a true angel.

"Since the Dark Angels can get their own honors in that place where no one can set foot, then what reason does the Dawnbreaker have for being anonymous? Although no one usually comes to this room, I don't either. Would you mind setting up a proper stage for your heir here?"

"After all, the achievements of the Dawnbreaker Legion are also unquestionable: others cannot understand the value of your development and fighting in the Far Eastern frontier, but I can understand its meaning. I can also understand that you have laid down such a great victory with a smaller number of people. The vast territory represents such dedication and loyalty to the empire.”

"I can't imagine the hardships involved, nor can I imagine how much loyalty and belief it takes to support you in accomplishing this. Please accept my admiration for you: If possible, the Blood Angels Legion will not mind providing whatever we can. help."

Sanguinius paused, burying his cunning in his next words.

"Not to mention, in the distant future, you and your legion will have to guard a large territory for the empire with such precious troops: I simply can't imagine what great achievements and difficult challenges this will be. A statue has already It’s the thinnest expression of my gratitude.”

【……】

Morgan didn't respond. She just moved her gaze to the side in frustration, and her tone was weak for the first time.

[Is the issue of my legion widespread among you? 】

"You didn't cover it up, did you?"

"That's what I admire most about you, Morgan, my sister."

Sanguinius leaned down and enveloped Morgan with one of his wings. When he patted Morgan's shoulder and smiled affectionately into the ear of the Lord of Avalon, his breath could even float on Morgan's forehead. The bangs on his front, his smile can even impress the hardest stone in the galaxy.

"You are great, and every one of your descendants is great. As I said just now, as long as you need it, my Ninth Legion and I are willing to fight for you at any time."

"Please don't refuse. After all, you are facing real difficulties. Just like when Fulgrim and his Emperor's Children were troubled by the blight, they also did not refuse help from the Luna Wolves. We can also create the bond between Horus and Fulgrim, my sister.”

"My hero of the Empire."

【……】

【……】

Sanguinius saw the memory in Morgan's pupils, and he knew that it was done, and a trace of guilt and pride bloomed in his heart.

For the Blood Angels.

He chanted silently.

Then, he only saw Morgan smile bitterly and shake his head.

An unexpected rejection made Sanguinius stunned.

[No need, brother, I appreciate your help, but if it is a problem with soldiers, I think I have found a solution, from our genetic father. 】

"Genetic disease?"

【Yes. 】

"Emperor."

【……Yes. 】

"Appreciate further details?"

Although Morgan's words were obviously too difficult, and it was not a good idea to continue asking at this time, Sanguinius really couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

The solution to the genetic disease that came from the Emperor happened to Morgan?

…

He must know.

【Do you want to know? 】

However, the real bitterness on the Lord of Avalon's face made the archangel hesitate.

But he nodded anyway.

[Okay, let me tell you. 】

Morgan struggled to squeeze out her next words, and at the same time, she subconsciously looked to the other side, allowing her trembling pupils to escape Sanguinius' sight.

——————

Is she smiling?

Maybe.

——————

"Let me tell you, my brother Sanguinius: At some point, our Gene Father told me of a solution to my Legion's genetic disease: not a cure, but a cure. method. 】

【Then……】

"Then what?"

The archangel's voice trembled, just like the corners of Morgan's mouth.

【Then……】

[I joined an action. 】

【……】

[Killed one of my brothers. 】

"..."

The bitter laughter seemed to be mixed with the despair of swallowing a drop of tears, breaking Sanguinius' stunned silence. When Morgan turned his head, there was even a trace of red pupils, which was noticed by the archangel. In the eyes.

he knows.

Morgan wasn't lying.

The last five hundred words of this chapter were added later, so don’t wonder in the last paragraph why it wasn’t divided into paragraphs.

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To be honest, I feel that my recent state is on the verge of collapse. I really thought hard about it until eleven o'clock today before I actually start writing. I am so desperate.