Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 411 Leman Russ: Give me a fulcrum...

"It seems like we haven't had a formal conversation for a long time, Jonson."

"...What do you mean, Riemann?"

"It means literally: We haven't communicated properly in a long time."

"Aren't we always at the military meetings we attended together, communicating about the progress of the war and the deployment of our respective legions: Have you forgotten these things, Riemann, why didn't I know you were such a forgetful guy before?"

"..."

The Wolf King narrowed his eyes.

After a moment of hesitation, the Fenrisians decided to preserve the hard-earned brotherhood.

"I mean, it seems like we haven't talked in a long time: just the kind of communication like saying hello when we meet in the corridor, but sitting down and listening to each other around some topics of mutual concern. thoughts, and then express your thoughts.”

Witnessing the majestic shadow of the walls of Terra Palace in the distance. Leman Russ exhaled a long stream of cold air and sighed.

"Maybe a few months, or maybe more than a year: God be damned, he didn't give me a head that can accurately tell time. This is the only thing I envy about Magnus. How can he remember it?" To live in so many things?”

"Because they are all meaningless things, just for your own entertainment and enclosure, just like you and your group of brats reveling and feasting on your battleship every day: after the hangover is over, you Will you remember the details of the banquet?"

"Whether it's Magnus or you, your meaningless hobbies can't create actual value and can't benefit the empire, so when the carnival is over, you can't find enough evidence to recall the past. "

"It's that simple, Riemann."

The accent from Caliban responded to his brother with a heavy hum. Although it sounded cold, you could still feel that there was a trace of sincere brotherhood mixed with it, as well as an uncontrollable good mood.

"..."

The King of Fenris was silent. He turned his head and glanced at his brother. His wild golden beard rubbed a helpless arc on the wiped breastplate. After a long time, Leman Russ shook his head. .

"I just want to talk to you, Zhuang Sen, about something light-hearted, rather than listen to the big ideas you talk about here: If I want to listen to big principles, I will be within a range of less than a hundred meters behind us. There are at least twenty Imperial Guards, and any one of them can speak more catchy words than you."

The corner of the Wolf King's mouth cracked into a malicious arc, and Zhuang Sen just looked back silently: Sure enough, along with Leman Russ's speech, which had no intention of lowering his voice, two genes appeared in the distance. The Emperor's guards behind the original body immediately raised their alertness to the highest level.

"..."

"If you want to cause trouble in the palace, I won't save you, Riemann."

Zhuang Sen's face, which originally had a touch of warmth and smile, gradually turned gloomy because of these words, but after seeing all this, Leman Russ's mood actually heated up visibly.

"You know, brother, I can pull you into trouble: just like the time we were in Tulan, when the two of us fight here, guess what Quan's baby bumps will do Should we distinguish right from wrong, or should we be arrested together?"

"..."

"That's why I hate them."

Zhuang Sen snorted heavily, put his hands behind his back, and continued to walk forward.

Being left behind by the Lion King, the Fenrisian could only shrug his shoulders helplessly. He turned to look at the vigilant shield bearers and waved towards them, but what he received was only more serious silence and silence. A tightly held blade.

"..."

The Fenrisian curled his lips after being bored and could only follow his brother.

"You're right, Jonson: they're quite annoying."

Caliban glanced at his wolf brother and did not answer. In the next period of time, the two Primarchs walked side by side in the corridor of the palace, enjoying their relationship, and even Said it was a rare period of peace in their lives.

From time to time, mortal dignitaries and waiters appeared around the corner in front of them. In the Palace of Terra, these guys were as numerous as flying insects on a summer night. They saluted the two emperor's heirs in panic, and whenever this happened, Jonson's body would exude an aura that would astonish Leman Russ.

It was a transformation that could hardly be described in any words, a transformation that Leman Russ had never seen before, but he believed that it would only happen to Jonson: when those strangers, mortals, walked in front of them. , and when saluting, the Caliban lion, which was originally strolling in the inner court of the palace, would carefully restrain its wildness at a moment that could not be detected by any senses, and naturally exude a gloomy and majestic air. Aura.

This aura is natural and does not require any acquired learning at all. It can even allow mortals to restrain their panic in time, treat the two Primarchs with silence and absolute respect, and quickly leave with great self-knowledge. footsteps.

Leman Russ stayed side by side with Zhuangson along the way, but he had to stay slightly behind, so that he could observe Zhuangson's transformation from the best angle: Even the Wolf King had to sigh, His brother is indeed very talented in this area, but the Calibans don't seem to make good use of this talent.

To put it more clearly: Jonson has the talent to become a king. This is undoubtedly a gift given to him by the Emperor, and the Calibans are not stingy in releasing this talent when necessary, but that's it. , he did not dabble in this aspect, all he did was exude this aura and make people respect him.

Once the communication begins in depth, this guy will most likely reveal his secret.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help but start to laugh in his heart. He remembered what Jonson said to him a long time ago: On Duran, the Caliban people once boasted to him that they were on Terra. There are also friends in the world.

Originally, Leman Russ felt a little strange: What kind of person can become Zhuang Sen's friend?

Thinking about it now, these might just be some mortals who fell at his feet because of his aura: As for Zhuang Sen? His understanding of the word friend is definitely different from the mainstream views of the empire.

Thinking of this, a long-lost glimmer of light emerged from the Wolf King's mind. A question flashed in his heart, and then another thought flashed through his mind, and it was deeply embedded in his curiosity. The Fenrisians just can’t stop.

So, he took a quick step, smoothed the last bit of distance between him and Zhuang Sen, and pushed his brother's shoulder with his shoulder and elbow until Zhuang Sen looked at him.

"What's up?"

The Lion King asked. After those mortal dignitaries left, the expression of the King of Caliban had returned to its previous appearance. Although it was a bit gloomy and serious, it was not too bad, even compared to before. state of war. Now Zhuang Sen can even smile with cheerfulness.

Cheerful lion...

It’s scary to think about it…

But think about it: the long war is over. The emperor's reward has been delivered, and confusing issues such as Luther or Terran warriors have been resolved one by one. As for the honor that the Dark Angels deserve, although it has come late and is destined to not be known to outsiders, But it was still obtained. Now Zhuang Sen can indeed be said to be in a rare and relaxed state.

So, of course, Zhuangson is very happy now: his joy can be clearly reflected from the subtle arc at the corner of his mouth. Compared with most of the gloominess in his life, Caliban today Man is in a very rare condition.

He is very happy, not only happy to chat with his brothers, but even willing to take the initiative to start new topics: if he can do it.

This is rare.

Leman Russ decided to take advantage of it.

"You told me before that you also have friends on Holy Terra?"

As he spoke, the Wolf King looked back at the mortal nobles who were gradually walking away.

"You mean them?"

"Any questions?"

Zhuang Sen stopped and looked at the brother who was fighting alongside him.

Leman Russ thought about his words.

"Do you have any friendship with them? Jonson?"

"Yes, just like before."

"..."

"Then what goals do you have in common?"

"I don't even know their names: in the Dark Angel Legion, there is someone who is responsible for this matter. Before it was Morgan, and after that I decided to hand it over to Coswayne."

"Then, will your legion give them any material gifts?"

"..."

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Leman Russ shook his head, his frown and the same expression appearing on Jonson's face.

"What do you want to say, Riemann?"

Hearing this, the Wolf King raised his eyebrows and looked at his brother with a strange expression.

"You and them have no common goal, nor are we bound by fighting side by side, or even have an alliance of interests on a material basis. You don't even know their names: you and these mortals are neither like-minded nor have the same friendship. People are not partners who stand together out of practical interests."

"Where do you get the confidence to call them your friends on Terra?"

"..."

Faced with this problem, Zhuang Sen was not angry, but thought about it seriously.

Then, the noble Lord of Caliban answered his brother proudly with a confidence that was almost completely similar to that of a certain human Lord.

"I have not met these mortals too many times. Most of them are still the interpersonal network of the First Legion on Terra before I returned. But as long as I give the order, they will complete it. My orders: even on Terra."

"So, they're my friends."

"..."

"Who told you that?"

"Morgan: During the previous Apocalypse War, whenever there was friction between the First Legion and Holy Terra, Morgan would tell me that we could use our friendship on Holy Terra."

"..."

"This is not a friend, Jonson."

Leman Russ shook his head.

"Is not it?"

Zhuang Sen was puzzled.

"These are fucking slaves, subordinates, mortal servants, no different than those guys who sweep the floors on your battleships: and you actually call them your friends? You don't even know their names!"

Leman Russ spat on the ground, causing silent dissatisfaction among the Custodian Guards behind the two Primarchs.

"Besides, if these strangers are your friends."

The Wolf King blinked, and a cunning fire flashed in his heart.

"Then let's say: Let's not talk about me or that guy Conrad, let's just talk about Morgan: So what is Morgan to you?"

"Blood relatives."

"What about other than that?"

"……besides?"

Once again, Jonson stopped in his tracks, and his face froze at the moment this question was raised. An emotion called confusion had completely taken over Caliban's originally determined brows, and now Zhuang Sen, like a native who has just stepped into civilized society, is listening to a voice that is completely beyond his previous worldview.

"Morgan..."

"Morgan is my blood relative, we have always fought side by side, I have always trusted her as much as she has trusted me, and I consider her a complete part of the First Order: what else is needed?"

"Blood relatives may not have complete trust, Zhuang Sen."

The Wolf King blinked, and there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Except for Morgan, Conrad, me, and a few other people, would you trust anyone else in the original body? It would even be like giving half of the Dark Angel to Morgan. Heir, will you leave it to any of our brothers to command?"

"..."

Faced with this problem, Caliban thought seriously for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, except for Morgan, I don't think I will hand over the command of the Dark Angel Legion to any outsider: not even you, Riemann, especially you."

"..."

"You don't need to add the last sentence just now, thank you."

The Wolf King curled his lips.

"Look, like I said: Morgan is your blood relative, but her position in your heart and the way you get along cannot be summed up by just one blood relative. How can you fight for a battle that affects the fate of the entire empire? War, and specifically summoning Morgan, even if it's across the entire galaxy, doesn't Morgan have a special title or status in your heart?"

"……friend?"

After thinking for a long time, Zhuang Sen tentatively spit out the word, like a baby saying his first word.

Leman Russ did not reply. He made a face at his blood relatives, then pouted and pointed at the mortal nobles who were almost disappearing from the end of the field of vision.

"Like them?"

"..."

Now, Zhuang Sen is completely silent.

"Don't tell me that you really haven't thought about this problem, Jonson."

"..."

"The relationship between Morgan and you is at least more than half of your brothers, and it far exceeds those of Tyra's friends you mentioned. She should have a relatively high position in your heart, or to put it more bluntly: let us Think about it from another perspective, if a title represents absolute trust in your heart, what would it be?"

"..."

The Lion King frowned, and he began to think from the bottom of his heart.

"Um...Luthor?"

"..."

"That adoptive father of yours?"

"Strictly speaking, Luther is not my adoptive father. He is my instructor, my mentor and elder of the Knights: we do not call each other father and son, but brothers."

"Ah, almost: However, you actually put Morgan in the same position as Lord Luther. So, what is Morgan to you? Is he also your elder? Your mentor of the Knights?"

"Or your adoptive mother?"

"..."

"I don't think we should discuss this, Riemann."

Zhuang Sen frowned, and the last bit of smile on his face was almost squandered by the Fenrisians, while the Wolf King nodded calmly. Looking at him, he knew very well that if he continued to dig deeper If so, his brother will fall out with him here.

"Then what do you want us to talk about? Come up with a topic, Johnson."

"..."

Johnson was silent.

Countless rays of light began to flash in his emerald pupils, as if thousands of worlds were destroyed in the extermination order, as if countless great dynasties collapsed in the tide of time, as if mountains The soldiers who reclaimed the sea fell to the ground in the bloodiest massacre.

in short.

He thought hard.

But in the end there was nothing.

"..."

Leman Russ turned his head. He took on the same posture as when he was wrestling with Quan's father, and he barely suppressed the urge to laugh from the corners of his mouth: He didn't want to fight Zhuangson here to the death.

However, even so, a hint of joy flashed across Riemann's brow. Because he could clearly see that Zhuang Sen was indeed thinking about this issue very seriously. Such a serious attitude had only been seen by the Wolf King on topics related to war before.

Obviously, the idea the Wolf King had just now was correct.

After witnessing the natural transformation of their Caliban brothers in front of those mortal nobles, the Fenrisians had no reason to believe that their Caliban brothers were not as rigid as the world thought.

Zhuang Sen will not be a completely cold war machine. In his heart, everything also has a better form, including compassion, thinking, tolerance and brotherhood.

But now, the Calibans have sealed that form: maybe after a long period of time, the passage of time will make Jonson change, but Leman Russ feels that he can't wait that long.

Since Jonson is not a heartless seed, and Morgan does hold a relatively important position in his heart, then using his Avalon blood relatives as a fulcrum to leverage Jonson's not-so-healthy character, Nature is a great and sacred cause: at least that's what Leman Russ thinks.

And now it seems that he has taken the first step towards success, right?

With such joy in his arms, the Wolf King saw Conrad running towards them at high speed in the distance: almost in the next second, the midnight ghost had already arrived in front of them.

A sentence that gets right to the point.

"There's something going on at the palace, you two. Morgan asked me to come find you."

"...?"

"problem occurs?"

"Looking for us?"

"Yes."

Conrad nodded.

"She said a Primarch couldn't handle this: useless."

"...!"

"lead the way."

This time, Caliban's voice was extremely decisive.