Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Handprinter!"

"You need to give me an explanation!!!"

The roar of Horus was like a volcanic community soaring into the sky, enough to make the entire palace tremble. Even though they were separated by more than half of the courtyard, at least two hundred meters away, Morgan could still clearly hear those who were shocked by the roar of the Wolf Shepherd God. Mortals, screaming in pain in their hearts.

The footsteps were loud like thunder, the breathing was fierce like the roar of jackals: just like that, the Emperor's returning son crashed into the outdoor courtyard of flowers, sculptures and small fountains.

And those mortals who were unfortunate enough to be affected by his anger: whether they were resting dignitaries or palace attendants, all of them scattered like frightened birds, with startled voices accompanied by tears that fell unconsciously from the corners of their eyes. The Primarch pushed a way.

All this was naturally seen clearly by the two psychics sitting in the wooden pavilion: Machado's face was a little serious, while Morgan showed a sneer without hesitation.

[Look, it’s like peeling off a cold stone, and you will see the moist soil full of panicked reptiles: Why didn’t I notice just now that there were so many people watching your lunch, Your Majesty the Palm Printer? 】

[This is the life of those who control the imperial government: even lunch must be done in full view of the public. How many people will observe your eating situation and speed to determine the small political benefits they can obtain? 】

Morgan's laughter was contemptuous, and her eyes caught a few golden flashes passing by the corners of her eyes: at the end of the courtyard, the Emperor's Golden Guards were obviously alarmed by this scene.

"Now is the public rest time. I cannot interfere with any actions of my colleagues at this point in time, as long as their actions do not touch the interests of the empire."

The palm bearer was noncommittal, he just sat in his seat: because of his presence, the ordinary wooden chair looked like a high throne.

Then, he turned around and waved his hand towards the approaching Forbidden Army, conveying some kind of signal: These golden shield-bearers were obviously slightly confused because of this signal, but when they were on horseback, After Cardo repeated his actions, the emperor's guards stopped in their tracks. The leader nodded in response, and then retreated in an orderly manner with his companions to the direction from which they came. .

As these Forbidden Soldiers left, the clamor of those who came to support from further away quickly subsided: the speed of this return even made Morgan feel a little surprised, and she deduced that , if Malcador does not stop him, this courtyard will be surrounded by the Forbidden Army in five seconds at most.

You know, this is not the main area of ​​the Terra Palace: as the emperor's most favored guards, these golden shield bearers still have their own uniqueness.

And just when the Spider Queen had some thoughts, a more turbulent trend passed through her vision: the dignitaries and waiters who were originally in groups in the courtyard were eagerly following the departure of the Forbidden Army, and They disappeared together from the end of Morgan's field of vision.

Only a few of the most daring, or rather stupid, dared to linger on the outermost edge of the courtyard: apparently, they believed that the upcoming conflict between the Primarch and the Markbearer contained enough information for them to take risks. interest component.

But this brave attempt soon failed, because the Wolf God was not alone: ​​behind the tyrannical Barbarian King of Xonia, there was also a group of extremely warm golden sun.

I saw the dazzling Sanguinius wearing the blood-red golden armor. The smile on his face was enough to calm any panic, but it also carried an irresistible majesty: the archangel of Baal followed him. Behind Horus, there was a distance of about three to four meters.

With the agility of his Primarch, Sanguinius constantly appeared at the side of the frightened crowd, calming their emotions and politely but firmly asking them to leave the courtyard where war was about to break out.

These gestures full of etiquette and politeness did not slow down Sanguinius. He still followed the shadow of Horus closely. Within a moment, the two Primarchs set foot on this winding path in the courtyard. On the trail, in the blink of an eye, you will arrive next to Makado's seat.

At this time, Morgan had also put down the empty cup, pushed away the seat under her, and stood up: she looked at the palmer opposite, who was still as steady as a mountain. She did not speak, but used her twinkling pupils and spirit. With his capable thinking, he sent a question to Macado.

[Do you need me to avoid it? 】

"No."

Malcador shook his head, his psychic energy flickering in Morgan's mind.

"You'd better stay: your reckless blood relative may need you in a while."

[Will Horus need me? You mean, you want me to be on his side? Your Excellency, Sealbearer, don't forget that you are already facing two powerful Primarchs. 】

"This is the palace."

Malcador's fingers tapped on the stone table in a rhythmic manner.

"No matter how many Primarchs there are, this will never be your home ground."

"Stand here and watch. By the way, be smarter later: don't let your great brother make a fool of himself. I don't trust San Leth's ability in this area."

【……】

Morgan's brows raised.

【as you wish. 】

With that said, the Lord of Avalon slowly withdrew from the courtyard to make room for Horus. When she withdrew her thoughts and raised her head, her two blood relatives were already close at hand, but there was still enough time. Morgan had the perfect smile on his face.

A little surprised, a little confused, but mostly the surprise of meeting Horus after a long absence, and the confusion hidden deep in the blue pupils when facing the [unknown] Sanguinius.

[Horus, is that you? 】

When the Shepherd God came closer, what he heard was such a question, and what he saw was the pair of blue pupils shining with starlight.

As early as a hundred meters away, Horus had already seen these pupils clearly. Therefore, during this vigorous advance, the Wolf Shepherd God also restrained his anger appropriately: Although he was still gnashing his teeth, in his heart He was filled with unwillingness and anger, but his most resentful breath had been forcibly swallowed.

Therefore, Horus can now force a smile to avoid scaring his blood relative who has a reputation for being weak.

"It's me, Morgan, my sister: it's been so long since we last met."

As he spoke, the Shepherd God opened his arms, and his soul changed from the burning and violent sun to the ordinary warm sun: Morgan, who had just exited the wooden pavilion, stood in a very convenient position. On the road, she intentionally or unintentionally got stuck in the direction of Horus entering the wooden pavilion, so the Wolf God had to contain his anger and use the kindness in his blood to face his silver-haired blood relative.

Then, the Primarch of the Luna Wolf felt a little entangled about his behavior of spreading his arms: if he was facing a brother, this would undoubtedly be a sufficient enthusiasm, but when facing a sister, Isn't this a little too offensive?

Especially when he and Morgan were not very familiar with each other.

And just when Horus was thinking about whether to lower his arms, Morgan on the other side had already figured out his brother's intentions and entanglements: the Lord of Avalon hid a little smile in his heart, and also opened his arms, He took the initiative to give Horus a hug.

Although this was only a vague touch, this kind of enthusiastic positive feedback was still enough to make a sincere smile appear on the face of the Wolf Shepherd God.

Even his anger was weakened by three points.

"We haven't seen each other for at least ten years, right, Morgan?"

[Sixteen years, or more. 】

Morgan blinked and replied that she had no intention of holding Horus back here, so when Sanguinius stepped on Horus' shadow and arrived, the Lord of Avalon caught her gaze just right. At a loss, she turned to this archangel whom she had never met before.

And this gaze was just right, and was caught by Horus.

"Let me introduce you."

Therefore, the Wolf Shepherd took advantage of the situation and turned his body sideways. His two hands were placed on the shoulders of Morgan and Sanguinius respectively. The wolf skin they were wearing was tilted at an angle. Horus first moved towards His two blood relatives each showed a warm-up smile, and then spoke as softly as possible.

At the same time, his eyes did not forget to glance at Machado in a subtle way, so as to prevent the person holding the seal from taking the opportunity to sneak away quietly.

"Sanguinius, my brother: this is Morgan, the sister I have been telling you about, Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion and author of the psionic tome that you have read. This book is already here, so I don’t need to say much about Morgan’s wisdom and achievements.”

"Of course, Horus."

"Morgan, this is Sanguinius: I don't need to introduce him. Who in the entire empire doesn't know our most reliable archangel? Believe me, everyone will fall in love with him, and you will definitely be able to be with him too. become friends."

[It should be so, I look forward to it. 】

Under the enthusiastic gaze of the Wolf God, Sanguinius and Morgan showed kind smiles to each other. They approached each other, shook hands, and exchanged the blessings of blood relatives. There was some politeness in their enthusiasm: and These discordant fluctuations made the Wolf Shepherd frown a little.

After all, no matter how well Saint Leth and Morgan concealed it, they would still not be able to perfectly interpret the feeling of "never knowing each other". What's more, Horus himself was a Primarch who was extremely sensitive to emotional expression. He instinctively Jue detected the clues in those smiles.

"Have you seen it?"

The Shepherd God asked.

Faced with this problem, the Lord of Avalon and the Archangel did not even have eye contact or mental communication: they looked at Horus at the same time, and both pairs of pupils were filled with sincerity that the Wolf Shepherd could not refute. .

"Our first meeting."

The angel smiled.

【But we felt like old friends at first sight. 】

Morgan aptly added.

"……real?"

"Have you forgotten how many times you have mentioned Morgan to me, Horus?"

[Who doesn’t admire the archangel: just like you said, Horus. 】

"Yeah, that's great."

Horus blinked. He did not continue to struggle with this issue. Instead, he keenly seized the opportunity. Following the goodwill expressed by Morgan and Sanguinius to each other, he took the opportunity to push the two blood relatives together. He made a piece of it and cleared the way for himself to confront Machado.

"Then, you can talk first: I'm going to solve something."

When it came to the second half of the story, the originally harmonious tone of the Shepherd God was once again tinged with gnashing of teeth. An angry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He clenched his fists and looked at the sculpture-like figure. Malcador, who was sitting, walked over.

This ferocious aura even made Morgan feel a little uneasy, and just when the Lord of Avalon was considering whether to delay it a little longer: that powerful hand had already grasped Morgan's shoulder, and it was extremely hot.

Sanguinius was right behind her, his wings covering Morgan, his smile gentle, and his voice just enough to flow into Horus' ears.

"Let's have a good chat, Morgan: I have always admired your name. I still have many questions to ask you, the author, about your psychic scripture."

【……】

Morgan turned her head and looked at Sanguinius: the kind archangel shook his head imperceptibly at her, and the same smile appeared on Morgan's face.

[Of course, Sanguinius: I have always been curious about your deeds. 】

As a result, the two Primarchs took a step back in tacit understanding and stood on the edge of the road. The Wolf Shepherd, who caught this heartwarming scene with the corner of his eye, raised the corner of his mouth: He has With more confidence, he went to face his father's favorite.

"Handprinter!"

As soon as he turned his head, all the softness disappeared: Horus roared in a low voice.

He went straight to the position where Morgan had just been sitting, and came face to face with Malcador. It was only then that the palmer, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at the most beloved heir of the Lord of Humanity with a calm expression. .

The shadow of the Wolf God was as huge as a majestic mountain range, enough to swallow up Malcador whole, but when the Seal Holder spoke, his voice was still so calm that Horus's heart was filled with rage.

"Horus."

He sighed.

"You should not be here. Just five months ago, you promised the Emperor that the war in the Asklon sector would end within a year: time is running out, and the Emperor will finally The powerful legion gave it to you, but he didn’t ask you to break your promise in front of him.”

"I don't think you need to worry about that, old man."

Horus raised his head and looked down at Malcador, the voice in his mouth was contemptuous.

"The main force of the Luna Wolf Legion is currently fighting in the Askelon sector. My Council of Four Kings is more smart and capable than you think: just three days ago, the last resisting world surrendered to the Empire. under the flag.”

"Don't use your pitiful perspective of hiding in Holy Terra to criticize my expedition. I know how to master the rhythm of war, and I will never boast in front of my father: If you want to frame my loyalty, then It’s better to use your insidious thoughts and change the angle.”

"But before that, you can't escape my torture, Sealbearer."

Horus leaned over him and glared angrily, his iron fists gripping the edge of the table, his back bulging like a panther trying to pounce on its prey: just such a furious momentum was enough to scare him away. Those mortal generals who have experienced hundreds of battles.

"I have been looking for you in the Palace of Terra for a long time, Sigilbearer. From the council chambers to the libraries, from the black facades to the golden towers, I have tracked you for hours: you have eluded me. tracking, but like what’s happening now, you can’t escape.”

"You know very well what kind of evil deeds you have committed, full of stupid evil deeds of mortals, so you are afraid of me and afraid of the accountability from the emperor's descendants and the Primarch."

"You are mistaken, Horus."

"I am not escaping from your pursuit. This is the Palace of Terra. Every moment you run recklessly here, you have not escaped my eyes. The reason why I see you now is because I don't want you to disturb me. Previous work."

Malcador's fingers tapped on the smooth stone table.

"Moreover, to correct you: I am the Seal Holder, sealed by your genetic father, and the ruler of the imperial government. I am directly and only responsible to your genetic father. No one can control me except the Emperor. I’m afraid, and no one can hold me accountable.”

"Neither can you."

"Hehehe..."

Horus laughed: he laughed in anger.

"Oh, is it so?"

"You are really obsessed with your power, uncle."

The last title was obviously a loud sarcasm.

"But unfortunately, you forgot something."

Horus clenched an iron fist and slapped it on his breastplate, making a loud bang.

"I am Horus! Horus-Lupkar!"

"I am the son of the Emperor! His returned son? The conqueror who has won back countless worlds and cities for him: Do not use your earthly power to conceive of my identity and my relationship with the Emperor. status in my heart!”

"If I wanted to, I could drag you to the largest square in Terra, judge your crimes in front of everyone, tear apart the ridiculous conspiracy of you and your conspirators, and even tear you apart. , and stride out of this land, back to the Great Crusade, back to my legions: there will be no consequences, Sealbearer, no one will care what happens to a group of conspirators."

"Princes don't bleed for jesters."

The Wolf God's voice was like a dagger, and Malcador didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He asked the emperor's heir in a boringly monotonous voice.

"Then why don't you do it?"

Horus snorted heavily.

"Because this is Holy Terra, this is the Holy Palace of Terra: without the permission of the Emperor, no drop of blood can drip on this land. Be thankful for this, old man, because of this you can sit intact. In front of me."

As he spoke, the Wolf Shepherd pushed away the stone chair that Morgan had sat on. The stable creation that could carry the Primarch shook uneasily like a toy in front of Horus's rough movements. So, Horus Then he grabbed it with another paw, pulled it back, sat down, and leaned his entire upper body forward on the stone table. His two arms were clenched into fists and placed together, like a lion awakening from sleep.

"So, answer my question."

His eyes were fierce.

"What exactly happened: Why did my father suddenly give an order to erase all records of one of my brothers in the empire? Why did everyone in the galaxy forget about one of my brothers from a certain moment? Everything about him?!"

"Don't try to evade this issue, old man. No one can do it except you."

"You erased one of my brothers: I can't even remember his name right now."

Horus glared.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You have crossed the line, old man. You have insulted us, insulted our honor as Primarchs, and insulted a hero who fought bloody battles for the Empire: Do you think that my brothers and I will let this be like this?" Did it happen lightly? History and glory are not things that will be covered up by stupid conspirators like you. If my father knows..."

"He already knew."

Malcador's voice rose slightly, interrupting Horus's words.

"The Emperor knows all this. This order comes from his mouth. I am just his humble servant, executing his request: Where did the wisdom and thinking you are usually proud of go, Wolf Shepherd? "

"Why do you think that without the Emperor's guidance, I would be able to perform such a huge psychic ritual? How could such a psychic ritual escape the eyes of the Lord of Mankind?"

Mamakado's voice was hard and cold, like a robot repeating the code that had already been written in its body.

In response, Horus just responded with a heavy smile.

"Your excuse is feeble."

"Sealbearer, I am here, opposite you: my wisdom has never left, and my eyes can also see lies and truth: of course you cannot deceive my father in this matter, because this It will make you lose the favor in his heart and the status and power you rely on for your livelihood. You dare not do this."

"But you will definitely not be a loyal servant: under your black robe is a dirtier secret, Master of Prints. I know your mind is definitely not clean."

Horus leaned forward and stared at the face of the Seal Bearer.

"Do you think that since I have been fighting on the front lines of the Great Far Army, I will know nothing about things on Terra? I know much more than you think, Sealbearer."

"I know the bloody meaning of your title in the past, and I know what a vicious thing you are: now, you are just a villain who clings to my father, a wizard who plays with psychic powers and tricks. I have cut him down. Countless heads like yours have heard the madness and stupidity in their hearts."

"I know that this is all an attempt by you people and a conspiracy."

"My brother did make a mistake, and he was punished for it. This is a sad fact, but this malicious forgetfulness is the result of your troubles: you want to take advantage of this to attack our position in the heart of our father, You think you can crowd out us Primarchs and take our place in the glory and authority of standing at the Father's side."

In the pupils of Horus, the cold light of murderous intent was almost undisguised.

"Relying on the blasphemy of history, relying on a lot of waste paper without the emperor's seal and the Sky Eagle symbol at all, relying on your painstaking efforts to hide the truth."

"Don't make me laugh here, Sealbearer: The only way you can ask for my forgiveness is to tell me what happened on Holy Terra, what kind of slander I made to my father, let me tell you what happened on Holy Terra. He gave such a wrong order."

"If not, I don't mind causing a little commotion here: If your old bones can support my father's arrival, guess when the time comes, will he support his son more, or his tricks?" minister?"

"Just like I said."

Horus tilted his head.

"A prince will not bleed because of the jesters in the palace. Some are real heroes, while others are just villains with evil intentions and hesitation: the emperor will see all this clearly."

"..."

Malcador was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to be thinking, and he seemed to be just admiring the anger on Horus's face. But no matter what, when he spoke, he clenched his hand that was engraved with a golden eagle. Scepter.

"Do you want the truth, Horus?"

"certainly!"

The Wolf Shepherd's voice was as crazy as a hungry beast.

"Oh well."

Malcador picked up the scepter.

"It looks like someone's going to bleed."