Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I heard them say that you asked the Eighth Legion to gather in the two star systems of Gedric and Marcia, which are the territories in the Far East that have just been recovered by the empire. Beyond that, there are the ghoul stars, right? "

"Yes, I conveyed this order to the Eighth Legion through the War Council."

"Can you tell me the purpose of doing this, Konrad: I don't see anything special about those two galaxies. There are no difficult opponents near them. Moreover, if you want to cooperate in depth with the Dawnbreaker Legion, , it’s too remote there.”

"It has no purpose: because I want to go back to my hometown and burn it, so it is only the most convenient place to start from there. It is only less than a month's flight from Nostramo."

"...burn it?"

At this moment, the Fenrisian couldn't help but froze on the spot, his brows furrowed, wondering if he had just had an auditory hallucination for a moment, because he heard: Burn his home planet?

"You heard that right, brother."

But before Leman Russ could ask, Midnight Ghost turned his head and grinned at his wolf brother: When his hometown was mentioned, Conrad's smile was so sincere and cruel.

"Burn it, dismantle it, or clean it from top to bottom with the filthy blood that lives on it: during the ten years I spent with the Dawnbreakers, I have been thinking about it. Regarding my hometown, many times I really feel that it is not suitable for people to live there, let alone develop further civilization."

"Nostramo is more suitable as a pure mining station, a place to mine adamantium resources for the Mechanicus: I will even deceive myself into believing that there is some kind of curse there that will make good people become vicious and compassion turn into evil. Ridiculous, turning integrity into tyranny."

"After all, I saw it all."

"..."

The Wolf King was silent for a moment. He was not sure whether he should speak now, but urged by the brotherly love in his heart, he decided to persuade his little brother.

"Okay, Konrad, although I am just a barbarian from Fenris and a big boss in governance, I still want to tell you: If you give up a civilization just for these so-called curses, In terms of the world, this is an extremely undesirable behavior. Although the human empire holds countless worlds in its hands, it does not have the luxury to waste it at will."

"Just like those extermination orders: You know, within the empire, many people have the power to issue extermination orders. Maybe hundreds of thousands or even millions of people can order destruction at will. A world, but most of them will be subject to the most severe investigation and trial afterwards, because even for the entire empire, an entire world is a wealth that must be valued."

"And on the other hand, for your own legion, it is definitely not a good thing to abandon their home planet at the beginning: although it is a bit strange to say this, the legion's home star is very important to the legion. , does have some metaphysical value."

"..."

"Don't look at me like this: I didn't believe it before, but now, I kind of believe it."

"You know, if a legion does not recruit from their home planet, or if they don't even know where their Primarch was born, then they may become a little... different?"

"...will it be like Dawnbreaker?"

Conrad looked at Leman Russ, and Leman Russ hesitated: Although the Dawnbreakers do fit the kind of "different" he said, they are definitely the kind of different that they prefer. At least Leman Russ himself thinks that Morgan's warriors are all good.

But if he says yes, then Conrad may press the button for the extermination order without hesitation.

…

But just when the Wolf King opened his mouth and thought in vain about how to speak, Midnight Ghost shook his head and seemed not to want to continue this topic.

"Okay, Riemann: I can call you that now, right?"

"Of course! I even allowed the lion of Caliban to call me that, so of course you can too, my dear little brother Nostramo."

Leman Russ smiled. After fighting side by side before, the Fenrisians felt sorry for his little Nostramo brother. Although he still has some incomprehension and inexplicable fear, this does not prevent him from having a passionate brotherly love for Conrad at this moment, because he is convinced that Conrad is not as bad a person as the rumors say.

However, the Wolf King knew very well that Conrad's change was most likely due to his Avalon blood relative: Look at the relationship between Morgan and Conrad. The last time Leman Russ saw such a relationship, Or the mortal slaves under his command and her children.

Opposite the calm Wolf King, Midnight Ghost pursed his lips before continuing.

"Well, let me tell you the truth, brother: until this very moment, I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with Nostramo."

Conrad turned his hand away, his tone not sounding fake.

"Although I have been in Daybreaker for more than ten years, I have been receiving the latest news and changes about Nostramo, and I am also very clear about what happened there: In the ten years since I left, Corruption and darkness have begun to breed again, but the residual power I left behind is still frightening those young people, so that they dare not come to the stage openly."

"However, if I don't go back for another ten years, maybe the worst thing I fear will happen: while we are fighting that war, one of the few governors I left behind, He has been assassinated, and at least three others have been [acquired]. Although the Planet Governor still maintains his loyalty and purity, I am not sure how long he can last."

"So, what do you want to do?"

The Wolf King narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was curious about Conrad's answer: No matter what response the Midnight Ghost would give, the Fenrisians would not be surprised, nor would they want to stop or criticize. After all, That was Conrad's own home planet, and he was free to do whatever he wanted.

"..."

Midnight Ghost was silent for a moment, then spread his hands, feeling somewhat self-defeating.

"Okay, let me tell you this. In fact, I don't know, or I haven't thought about what to do, but one thing is certain: if I only rely on these outside rumors and my If the second-hand information heard by my ears can determine the fate of a world, even a world like Nostramo, then I have really failed Morgan’s ten years of hard work and education, haven’t I?”

Midnight Ghost smiled, but this smile didn't look very scary.

"Furthermore, since this is the first time for me and my legion to meet, we always need a ceremony to get to know each other: I remember that with you, this ceremony is often a public speech or a side-by-side battle. But considering A field trip might suit us better given the future positions my Legion and I will occupy in the Empire.”

Conrad held out a hand.

"So, I made this deployment."

"I will take them to Nostramo, to my hometown, their future home planet, and I will let them see the situation there with their own eyes. I also have some tapes in my hand that I can let them watch again. Let’s look at the situation more than ten years ago, and then I will judge the world based on the current situation of Nostramo: Is it survival or destruction? Is it joy or sorrow?”

"Through this judgment, my warriors will understand my philosophy and art of this world, and I will also carefully observe their actions, thoughts, and any details of their behavior when executing the judgment to observe them. What kind of army is it?"

"Sounds good, man."

Leman Russ nodded, expressing his agreement without hesitation.

"This can be regarded as a kind of fighting side by side, Conrad: You are using the persistence in your soul to divide the darkness in reality. War does not have to be paved with conquest and blood. Your behavior can also be regarded as A great war and victory.”

"Only when we fight side by side, the original body and his legion will understand each other, just like my legion and I were truly integrated during the Battle of the Wheel of Fire that took place in the third year after my return. One: I fought with them against billions of greenskin armies spread across an entire sector. In that sector, I lost a third of my legion, and the All-Father gave me the Wolffang and The Spear of Dionysus, as a reward and compensation, although I think it is enough for him to only give me the Wolf Fang Castle."

The Primarch of the Space Wolves Legion cracked his mouth. When he mentioned the gift given to him by the Emperor, a certain sourness clearly appeared on Leman Russ's arrogant face. Then, he looked at Konrad , with a smile in his eyes.

"But when it comes to this, we might as well look forward to what kind of gift Quan Father will give you, little brother: Quan Father will give a gift to every heir who meets him again. He will give the gift sooner or later, but it will definitely I will give it."

"Gift……"

Midnight Ghost whispered the word, and his pupils narrowed slightly: because a certain Lord of Avalon has been gritting his teeth about the word gift for ten years, and even Conrad has some sensitivity towards the emperor's gift. , he is not looking forward to it very much, because he feels that his current living situation is quite good.

not to mention……

"Have you been to the Far Eastern Frontier?"

Midnight Ghost suddenly asked this question that had no beginning or end. The Wolf King hesitated for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and then shook his head.

"No, but I heard that the construction there is very good: expedition, rich, expanding territory, full of visible hope, just like a microcosm of the entire Great Expedition."

"These are just words from the propaganda department. Riemann, neither Avalon nor the Far Eastern Frontier is that beautiful, but they are indeed a place that makes people forget to leave. The bright light in the galaxy: believe me, you must look for it. Take the time to take a look there, and be sure to find time to spend some time in the Dawnbreaker fleet, especially the Dawn Goddess."

"……What's wrong?"

The Wolf King frowned. He didn't understand the meaning of Conrad's words, while Midnight Ghost shook his head and asked his second question.

"Then tell me, my brother, have you been to Macragge, or have you met Guilliman's foster mother, the famous Lady Jotun?"

"No."

The Wolf King shook his head again.

"I have never even met Guilliman, let alone his adoptive mother, but I have heard of Lady Joden: in the few conversations we had as brothers, Guilliman always brought it up. With a completely unconscious and intolerable aristocratic arrogance, he refers to us his foster mother as often as he refers to his Macragge."

As he spoke, the Wolf King did not forget to turn his head in another direction, making a stomach-churning gesture.

"As if someone doesn't know."

"Macragge is a great place."

Midnight Ghost smiled as if he had really been there.

"Believe me, Riemann, you should also find time to go to Macragge. Perhaps, you can plan a tour for yourself, or a military operation targeting the eastern part of the galaxy, and then go to Avalon and Macragge. Please take a walk around the ship and see the Dawn Goddess and the time Ms. Yuden spent with Guilliman. It will definitely leave a deep impression on you."

"I don't doubt that."

The Wolf King nodded, his brows still furrowed.

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I want to say is this: I don't care what gifts the Emperor gives me."

Conrad smiled, patted his brother on the shoulder, and scratched the wolfskin on it.

"Listen to my words, find time to go to the Dawn Goddess, and then think about it, I have lived on it for ten years, find time to meet Ms. Euton, and then think about it, I met a tougher woman , Ms. Euton, who is also a little wiser, and also ten years: when you see these two points, you will know, Riemann.”

"The emperor has already given me the gift he prepared for me."

After saying this, Midnight Ghost snorted contemptuously.

"Although I don't think this is his original intention: I think at the beginning, he might just be afraid of trouble. After all, I am not irreplaceable to him. He probably just wants to use a good or wrong method. , to deal with my good and bad son and save more time for his great career."

Patting his chest with one hand, Conrad sang the last words in the tone of a tenor opera actor. Faced with his banter, even the Wolf King of Fenris had nothing to say. Because Leman Russ knew very well that the teasing in the Book of Midnight Ghosts was not a lie.

"But... no matter what, the result is good, isn't it?"

"Indeed, the results are good."

Conrad nodded, placed one hand on Leman Russ's shoulder, rotated around it, and walked little by little to the statue of the original body closest to them.

"To this day, I actually don't really care what the Emperor's original intention was. Anyway, I am the beneficiary of his behavior. It would be too naive to dwell on the cause: but just like the wolf fang given to you by the Emperor Just like the castle will collapse one day in the future, Riemann, the time I have is not endless."

"You see, after this trip to Terra, I will rendezvous with the Eighth Legion. In other words, I will have to face the wind and rain in the galaxy alone."

"You sound like you're going to live in isolation, Conrad."

Leman Russ laughed. He deliberately ignored the parts of Midnight Ghost's words that sounded a bit disloyal. This kind of clever clumsiness was one of the aspects he was best at.

"Don't worry, my dear little brother Nostramo. Facts have proved that as long as the relationship between the Primarchs is friendly, it is not strange for the legions to maintain long-term cooperation: look at the Steel The Hand and the Emperor's Children, they can even set up embassies to each other on their respective flagships."

"Besides, even if you can't stay with Morgan all the time, don't you still have us? We are all your brothers. Whether it's the people here or the brothers you haven't seen, we will always be there in the stars. We meet again and again, and every one of us is absolutely willing to help you."

Conrad nodded.

"I want to take your word for it, Riemann, but I still have an objective question."

Saying that, Midnight Ghost looked at his wolf brother and blinked slyly.

"……what is the problem?"

"I don't know them yet, do I?"

Midnight Ghost raised his eyebrows.

"So far, apart from you and Morgan, the only Primarch I am really familiar with is Jonson: When the Emperor reunited with me, I only met the brothers who followed him once. The same is true for Horus and Sanguinius, and the others don't even have one side."

"Just like here, in front of these dozen statues in the Square of Heroes, I am like a strange traveler. My blood tells me that they are my relatives, but my brain cannot find anything about them. Memory data, even if I face these brothers alone in the galaxy in the future, I will be at a loss."

Having said this, Conrad patted the hand on Leman Russ's shoulder, and he turned his words into a request, a request that the passionate Wolf King simply could not refuse.

"So, can you help me?"

"Can you introduce these brothers to me: I know you are a smart and calm person, Riemann. At least now, you must be calm. I want to get a more objective evaluation of them. "

"Wouldn't it be better to approach Morgan for this kind of thing?"

The Wolf King asked, while Conrad spread his hands innocently.

"Morgan is indeed very good, but after all, Morgan is not as senior as you. She doesn't know many Primarchs herself, and she has admitted it herself. When she evaluates many Primarchs, she always carries her own color."

"But I will also say this: just as you don't expect me to say anything good about that guy Magnus, but that guy Prospero... uh... there should still be some good things about him."

"I know, that's why I'm making my request at this time."

Midnight Ghost grabbed Leman Russ's shoulders, turned him in another direction, and then spread out his other hand. The place pointed by his palm was where the other four Primarchs were.

"Look, Riemann, in addition to us, there are four Primarchs here. Let's not talk about Jonson for now. Morgan is also a figure we know well, and Horus and Sanguinius, there are comments about them. How beautiful and just: Why don’t we invite them all here, the six of us, stand in front of the statues of these brothers, and let you help me introduce these brothers, how about it?”

"..."

Leman Russ was a little moved, but the caution in his heart also made him hesitate.

"Well, you have to know that this kind of behavior of talking about brothers behind their backs is not advisable."

"Of course I know."

Conrad smiled cunningly, like a hunter lurking in the dark.

"So, I propose to call the remaining four brothers over: If there are only two of us to evaluate these brothers, it will be a private evaluation of the other Primarchs, but if six people are present, then this is completely It’s considered a public place, isn’t it?”

"..."

This seems like a quibble.

The Wolf King blinked.

But... this is a defensible excuse.

not to mention……

"Say it again, Riemann."

"Don't you want to know: What other brothers think of these brothers?"

"Everyone wants to know: even Horus and Sanguinius, perhaps."

"We can definitely ask them if they want to, right?"

"..."

The Wolf King was silent for a while.

Only for a moment.

"Wait a minute, Conrad."

"I'm going to call them over right now."

Ah, as expected, not writing for two days has affected my state a bit. I will practice writing 5,000 words first and find out how I feel.

The next 2-3 pictures will solve the plot of Terra, and there may be one in the second half of the night, but there is no need to wait, because I am not sure whether I finished writing it first or I got sleepy first, but since I have regained my touch, then I will There will be more updates in a few days.

After all, because of everyone’s support, last month’s royalties were indeed the highest of any month. Thank you! ! !

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