Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Visenya entered the inner court of the Terran Palace under the supervision of two imperial guards.

Visenya, this is her name, a title given by her creator himself: in Morgan's words, since they want to walk among the galaxies on behalf of the Lord of Avalon, every Star Maid must have A name of his own, a symbol that can be remembered by those mortals.

Although secretly, Visenya believed that her original code name [Orion] was already qualified for this job, but she had no reason to refuse the gift from her creator: it would only make her more proud and even more Being ruthless, she always remembers to defend the dignity of the Spider Queen in front of outsiders.

Even now, these "outsiders" in her eyes are actually the Imperial Guards of the Human Empire, perfect existences created by the Emperor himself: theoretically speaking, except for the Lord of Humanity, the Palmist and the Primarch, these are a few top powerhouses. Besides, there is no other creature in the entire galaxy that can be a match for the Custodes.

But Visenya, or Orion, is very clear that the most indispensable thing in the empire is this kind of theoretical strength: after all, if you only look at the paper data and the tactical deductions in the staff, then this Great Expedition It should have been completed a long time ago.

You must know that the number of armies and fleets owned by the Human Empire has far exceeded the sum of all its opponents in the galaxy. In the face of this absolute numerical gap, any resistance should not exist. Anyway, the resisters They will always fail.

But the fact is that the resistance scattered on the front lines of the Great Crusade not only did not disappear, but became more fanatical and determined as the empire's reputation spread: in the galaxy, there are countless pocket empires and independent civilizations, Willing to engage in a hopeless all-out confrontation with the human empire.

Among them, some are arrogant about the past glorious history and their own military strength, some are out of defense of the [freedom] they enjoy, and some are desperate resistance without any means: They may not want to surrender, but the Human Empire does not allow them to surrender.

In short, just like the most optimistic estimate, the Empire's Great Crusade will still take at least a century to complete: even if it is evaluated with the most conservative attitude, these golden shield bearers guarding the Palace of Terra , and definitely not invincible in the world.

In Visenya's own memory alone, she could think of no fewer than thirty characters who could confront or even defeat the two Imperial Guards in front of her in a one-on-one duel: most of these characters were Dawnbreakers. There are monsters in the legion that are even older than the Forbidden Army, and a small part of them are [private properties] that are too dangerous to be covered up by Morgan.

As for the third category, there is Visenya herself: and, of course, her colleagues who are also Star Maids.

For example, Ania, who is named Virgo, and Semiramis, who is named Queen of Heaven: when the star maids are at full strength, they can also defeat these extremely arrogant golden warriors in front of them.

After all, as Star Maids, each of them was endowed with powerful powers by Morgan: for example, Visenya herself, from the moment she was created, she was already the top psychic in the galaxy. Or, according to the mortal hierarchy plan, should she be called Alpha? Or AlphaGa?

None of this matters, Visenya knows very well that if her creator wants, then with just a command from Morgan, she can plunge the sacred Terra under her feet into a world from which she will never wake up. In the mad dream, these billions or even tens of billions of mortals are killing each other in carnival and hunger while maintaining a clear will but unable to control their instincts, until the last drop of blood is drained on the painful soil.

She can do this, it just takes a little time.

But even so, Visenya is still not the most powerful among her colleagues: in her recently updated memory template, Morgan has created at least six star maids so far. The culmination of more than two decades of hard work since returning to the Empire.

The [Sixth] that was created before the original body set off for the Battle of Randan is the one dedicated to fighting and killing. She is currently sleeping in the deepest part of the Dawnbreaker Legion's flagship [Dawn Goddess]. .

But Visenya didn't like her. As a machine that only served Morgan, she rarely had the autonomous emotion of disgust, but for the newly born sixth, Visenya was quite disgusted: Every A star maid is quite disgusted with the sixth one.

As for the reason...

…

Because she is a bastard, a...

"arrive."

In front of Visenya, the voice of the Imperial Guard was cold and rhythmic. It sounded like a classical mechanical clock that had been wound up. It was frightening but pleasing to the eye.

The emperor's guard turned around, his pupils hidden under the yellow-black helmet, making it difficult to see what color was inside: but Visenya could feel that the emperor's guard in front of her He was equally disgusted with her attitude.

In other words, it is a kind of hostility based on supervision and distrust.

She was not sure whether this hostility was a derivative product: the Custodes did not trust the Primarch, and therefore did not trust Morgan, so they did not trust Visenya as [the Primarch's attendant].

Rather, who will these golden arrogants trust?

Orion blinked her eyes. She suppressed the smile in her pupils. She turned her head slightly and glanced at the shield bearer with eyes higher than his head. She looked at the rare but real loopholes. He took a second to think maliciously about how he could get rid of this forbidden soldier at the lowest cost.

After that, Visenya showed a perfect smile that was no different from her creator. She even bowed slightly and thanked the imperial guard, and then walked towards the tall tower in front of her in the sight of hostility that did not ease at all. Big building.

Before knocking on the door, she reached out and polished the bright copper patterns on the door, using it as a mirror to observe her appearance: At this time, Visenya was wearing a very elegant dark suit, except for her braided hair. Apart from her fiery red hair and pretty face, there is nothing about her body that exudes "feminine charm", just like her creator.

She did not wear a weapon, but held tightly to the briefcase in her hand, which contained hundreds of data pads neatly arranged. Through these data pads, any smart person could grasp the details of the internal affairs of the Far Eastern frontier.

And her task is to hand these things into her mother's hands without reservation.

As a result, she felt two powerful auras in the palace: the friendly one undoubtedly belonged to her creator, while the other unfamiliar but equally powerful aura should be the famous palm sealer.

Visenya took a deep breath, raised her hand, and knocked on the door that was older than the empire.

——————

"..."

"Is this your creation?"

【It’s my daughter. 】

"..."

The palm-printer put his two arms on the table, then crossed his hands and rested his chin. There was no sadness or joy in his old but not turbid pupils, looking at Weissang, who was standing beside Morgan like a statue. Nia.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the [maid of the Primarch] in front of him with unprecedented concentration. He was silent for a while, then shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

"You're bolder than I thought."

[Don’t pretend to be shocked here, Your Excellency, Master Palmist. 】

Morgan held her face with one hand and held the data pad with the other hand, absently reading the data inside. She lazily raised her eyelids and glanced at the pretentiously deep palm prints in front of her. Those who don't even bother to make excuses with him.

After all, there were only three of her, Machado and Visenya in this sacred, ancient but empty conference hall: who were they acting for here?

The printer opposite didn't even bring his own irrepressible narrator. He seemed to have made up his mind and didn't want the content of today's conversation to be spread.

The Lord of Avalon chuckled.

[You are the Seal Holder, the controller of the imperial government, the king of darkness in the entire galaxy: you have placed so many spies among the mortal troops of the Dawnbreaker Legion that I am too lazy to clean them. Don’t tell me, you don’t Knowing these star maids of mine, I have never concealed their existence too much. 】

"..."

Makado snorted lightly, and he didn't bother to pretend anything in front of Morgan.

"For this sentence in your mouth [too lazy to clean up], I have already paid a heavy price: I have lost more spies in the Dawnbreaker Legion than the other nineteen legions combined."

"The only thing I'm thankful for is that you can still maintain the most basic tacit understanding with me, just to expel my spies. Otherwise, the two of us would have something to talk about today."

【……】

Morgan raised his eyebrows and did not reply, but concentrated on absorbing his data.

She knew that these words of the Seal Holder were not serious: after all, as early as ten years ago, when the Lord of Avalon expelled all the mortal spies who had been placed by the Seal Holder on the "Dawn Goddess" for the fourth time, instead of When the life of any one of them was hurt, Morgan and this loyal servant of the emperor had already reached some kind of invisible tacit understanding.

Therefore, when the fifth batch of agents from the Seal Master arrived, Morgan did not dig out or deal with them anymore, and these agents who obeyed Malcador did not do any more small tricks. They were just [lurking] and [supervising]: both sides Be satisfied with this superficial fact.

"But now that we've talked about it: I have one more thing to say."

The palmer seemed to hesitate.

"Someone asked me to ask you: Are you interested in adjusting the personnel list of the Dawnbreaker's office in Terra? Or do a slight rotation of the patrol team in the Ghoul Stars in the Far Eastern Frontier?"

【……】

Morgan pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing outright.

【not yet. 】

She drew her voice out deliberately.

[What's the matter, Lord Sealmaster, do you have any opinions on the personnel appointment activities within Dawnbreaker? I think my current personnel deployment is still very reasonable: look at Terra's office and the patrol posts of the Ghoul Stars. Well, they are all bright-headed boys, and they look really pleasing to the eye. 】

"..."

Malcador blinked, and he could have sworn that if it weren't for the fact that the Hydra boy was the one who educated him, he wouldn't bother to take care of this matter.

"It's indeed pleasing to the eye, but it's also a serious waste of talent, isn't it: The Dawnbreaker Legion has a hard time raising offspring, and you still have to put nearly a hundred elite warriors in places like Terra or the Ghoul Stars. Maybe, It would be a good idea to put them somewhere else.”

"Maybe they will never show up in front of you again."

【……】

Morgan smiled and looked at the palmer.

[Can you guarantee this? 】

"……I try my best."

【You'd better try your best. 】

The Lord of Avalon raised his head slightly.

[After all, as you just said, Your Majesty the Master: The heirs of my legion are in difficulty. I do not shy away from this, but this also means that I will not tolerate any unauthorized behavior that mixes sand within my legion. Disgusted: Let him not make such a mistake again. 】

"……I try my best."

Makado sniffed, and suddenly he found that he could only say this sentence.

After all, although a certain Hydra lord did grow up under his education, his control over the student was not reliable and could only be achieved through futile exhortations and verbal education.

"..."

In this way, he really failed in educating that Hydra.

But before Malcador had time to feel disappointed, Morgan's tone changed as he arrived at the battlefield.

【but……】

In the pupils of the original gene, a trace of cunning greed flashed: the palmer could see it clearly, but he did not feel disgusted. More than six thousand years have long made him understand that only when the other party desires something Only then can this kind of conversation involving the exchange of interests proceed.

[Although I don’t mind a small personnel change within the Dawnbreaker Legion, on another issue, I think I can also count on your help: right, Your Majesty the Master of the Palm? 】

"……certainly."

really.

"..."

He swore that this would be the last time he wiped the ass of Alpha, that bastard.

"I don't know how I can help you."

On the surface, the palmer was calm, but in the face of his submissive attitude, Morgan raised his eyebrows and was stunned for a moment before continuing to speak with a smile.

[Then I would like to ask, Your Excellency, Master Palmist, do you know anything about my Holy Scripture of Psionics? 】

"A very good book."

Macado nodded, stretched out his hand, took out a cup and kettle from the shelf on the wall, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Although in terms of attitude, the Lord of Humanity we serve would like to have any spiritual energy disappear from the physical universe, but at this point in time, his desire is destined to not be realized: when we have to When tolerating the existence of psychic energy, your book is the most correct attitude we should adopt."

"That's why the Emperor promotes it."

[Yes, even I was very surprised by this. 】

Morgan nodded sincerely.

[To be honest, when I took the original psionic scripture with the golden Imperial Sky Eagle, I was thinking, could I use it as a key to open the doors of all legion think tanks? 】

"No need to do that."

The handprinter took a sip of water.

"Because your genetic father has already done these things for you."

【……】

Seeing Morgan's surprise, Makado burst out laughing.

"Why, do you think that your book alone can make psychic energy so popular among various legions? The popularity of anything is essentially the success of a propaganda method. "

There is a smile in the eyes of the one holding the seal.

"In the past ten years, whenever the emperor met his heirs, he would inadvertently mention your book in the conversation, and then boast: His words are ten times better than yours. The propaganda of the year will be even more effective, because after almost every Primarch returns, your psionic scripture will become popular in his own legion."

"However, you don't need to be surprised by this. As I said just now, your book is the attitude the Empire should have towards psionics now. The Emperor is just ensuring that every scion and legion he meets , all can have this correct understanding.”

[How many legions has he secured? 】

"..."

Machado hesitated.

"At the very least, he has secured the Luna Wolves and the Imperial Fists."

【……】

"..."

"So, if you want me to help you with the Psionics Codex, there's no need to make a deal: just ask, how can I help?"

【……】

Morgan hesitated for a moment, this kind of overly straightforward kindness made her a little uncomfortable.

[Then, let me express it more bluntly: You should know that after releasing the Psionic Scripture, I have been preparing a series of subsequent supplements, extras and additional settings for the Psionic Scripture. ? 】

The palm bearer nodded.

"Of course I know: whether it's an alphabet of simple psionic runes, an encyclopedia of psionic alien races, or a compilation of all the massive psionic uprisings and catastrophic experimental errors of all time, you don't have mine. Agents concealed the existence of these additional readings."

"What, have you finished writing them? Do you need my approval?"

[Approval is not required. 】

Morgan shook his head. .

[I just suddenly thought: Although my psionic scripture is a useful thing for the vast majority of psykers in the empire, there are always some psykers, or think tanks, whose potential is greater than his. of peers are taller. 】

"..."

Although Morgan was a little vague, Malcador immediately understood the implication of the Lord of Avalon: he sneered.

"I remind you, Morgan, isn't your original intention of writing the Psionics Codex just to allow psykers within the Empire to use their abilities within an absolutely safe range? If your next book wants If you take care of those who are more talented, then you will start to drift away from your original intention."

"Want to write a book that only those geniuses can read?"

"What is the essential difference between you and Magnus at this moment?"

【……】

No, in fact, my original intention is to give it to my descendants for their own use.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, knowing that these words must never be spoken.

Therefore, the Lord of Avalon became a little calmer.

【You're right. 】

The primarch nodded.

[I know: If an advanced textbook is formulated according to my standards, it will undoubtedly be dangerous. After all, I am the original body, and my perspective is destined to be different from those of mortals. 】

[And on the other hand, I am too young: I am destined to be unable to truly feel the harm caused by psychic energy in these years, and naturally I cannot compile an absolutely cautious book. 】

【but……】

Morgan changed the subject again.

[Although I can’t do it, it doesn’t mean that others can’t do it too. 】

She laughed, her pupils lighting up showing the astonished face of the person holding the seal.

[In particular, a certain person has lived for six thousand years and has been revered as a Seal Master as early as the Era of Strife. Whether theoretically or practically, he is undoubtedly someone who stands at the pinnacle of human psychic research. A big shot. 】

"..."

Morgan raised the corners of her mouth, and she looked directly at the palmer in front of her, while Malcador narrowed his eyes while chewing on the words from the Primarch: He roughly guessed what Morgan meant by "Help" , what exactly does it mean.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The Seal Holder seemed to be sighing: The Emperor's daughter seemed to have more troubles than all his sons put together. If nothing else, the Seal Holder had not yet fully conceived the administrative system in the late period of the Great Crusade. Another advanced version of the Psionics Bible has been released.

He has to make him lose a few more hairs.

[It’s a very easy thing to understand, dear Sir. 】

The Lord of Avalon crossed his legs, sat on his seat, and spread out one hand.

[From the perspective of practical interests, we cannot ignore that there are some talented psykers in the empire. Suppressing their talents will cause a waste. What we should do is to develop their talents as safely as possible. Therefore, we still need an advanced textbook on the basic psionic scripture. 】

[However, as I just said, I personally cannot write this advanced textbook, so I need your help: for you to provide advice, and more importantly, I believe that you have done a good job in the past six years. In more than a thousand years, he must have compiled his psychic talents into a book more than once, right? 】

[I think, I only need the most basic one among them, plus some ideas in my mind, and finally it will be checked by you or the emperor personally: an advanced psychic textbook, isn't it? ? 】

"..."

"Indeed, it is feasible."

Makado nodded slowly.

He had to admit that Morgan was roughly right: he did have several ancient psychic research notebooks in his collection, although in the eyes of the current printer, they were just childish ideas from a young and frivolous period. , but for most [psionic geniuses] in this galaxy, that is exactly the most suitable reading material for them, and the content in it is enough for them to study for a lifetime.

If these reading materials can be reused, compiled into a book, and secured by the emperor and the palm bearer himself: then these advanced teaching materials can indeed stimulate the power of those psychic geniuses, who are in urgent need of any power at the moment. This was indeed a good thing for the Empire of Man as they embarked on the Great Crusade.

A good thing that comes with risks: But then again, what’s not risky?

only……

“How are you going to distribute it?”

Maka narrowed her eyes.

"An advanced textbook like this is destined to be a niche subject: you cannot send this work of yours directly to various legions or even mortal expedition fleets like the Psionics Bible."

"After all, in this world, there will never be a shortage of idiots with mediocre qualifications but who think they are geniuses. Once this kind of advanced textbook is circulated on a large scale, it will only lead to more disasters: then it will be the same as your psychic scripture. My initial thoughts went the other way, Morgan."

The palm-printer frowned.

"Having said this, I think I have to remind you, Primarch of the Dawnbreaker: Don't let the temporary success of the psionic code go to your head. You need to know that, in essence, the Emperor He still hates psychic energy, but he can't uproot it yet, so he has to hold his nose and tolerate your book for the time being."

"It's good that your book can help most people understand the horror of psionic energy; but it would be better for the Emperor if psionic energy itself did not exist."

"So, I hope you can remember: safety and the mass line are the biggest reasons why your spiritual scripture can be written down. Don't try to play any high-end operations in this area, it is self-destruction."

The gaze of the person holding the seal was serious, and in front of this serious gaze, even someone as powerful as the Spider Queen could only bow her head.

[Thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Speaking of which, you are still the first person who can mention these things to me: Among my brothers, although most of them have read my books, and their relationship with me is not bad, but All of them can never see this, let alone remind me even one sentence. 】

[In this respect, you are a smart man, Your Excellency, the Master of the Seal. 】

"I'm not really a smart person. I've just suffered a lot of losses."

Malcador waved his hand.

"After all, what you are doing now is not an innovative move. It is just picking up certain actions in the past history of mankind and transforming them to make them more suitable for the current environment: If you use Gu Terra's As the saying goes, there is nothing new under the sun."

[History is always a cycle. 】

"Just listening to your words just now, I can infer what you want to say next: This advanced spiritual scripture is not as suitable for the public as the original version, so it is destined to be impossible to be released uniformly. It can even be said that the smaller the scope of its circulation, the better.”

"So……"

The palm bearer stopped.

He raised one of his hands, clasped his fingers together, and muttered something in his mouth: After just a few moments of thinking, this 6,000-year-old man had already naturally figured out a feasible plan. And this is exactly the plan in Morgan's mind now.

"Then, for us, the best choice is: first select these geniuses from various legions and expedition fleets, and then gather them in one place to test their temperament and personal morality, and then proceed as appropriate. training.”

"In this way, we can not only maximize the advantages of the advanced version of the Psionic Scripture and cultivate excellent psionic masters, but also make the safety factor of the advanced version of the Psionic Scripture less high as possible. Readings, don’t be too popular.”

At this point, the Master of Printing finally fully understood what Morgan was thinking. He raised his head and looked at Morgan, his pupils shining brightly.

"However, the only problem with this plan is that there are many practical problems in this unified training institution. For example, who should be responsible for it? Where should it be established? These are all objective problems. The problem."

"After all, not everyone is suitable to educate these psychic geniuses from various legions: I may be able to teach them, but I certainly don't have the time to do it."

"And on the other hand, Holy Terra may qualify as the site of such a training facility, but it is too far from the front lines of the Great Crusade, and those Astartes in Terran offices, even It is considered to be a semi-retired state, and it is naturally impossible for psychic geniuses to return to Holy Terra all the way from the front lines of the Great Crusade and stay for several more years, which will cause extreme inefficiency and loss."

The palm bearer paused again.

He looked at Morgan with playful eyes and spoke carefully.

"So, in this case, if we want this advanced teaching material to be implemented and utilized reliably, we must choose a top psychic master. This person needs to have sufficient academic authority and be able to The Emperor and I are as relieved as possible."

"..."

"Choose a place that is close enough to the front line of the Great Expedition as a training location so that the students will not run around randomly: and considering the location of the future main battlefield of the Great Expedition, this location is best in the Far East Star Territory."

"That is to say..."

【Yes. 】

Morgan nodded, not hiding the smile on her face at all.

I saw the Lord of Avalon smiling and looking at the palmer in front of her, and the palmer was also looking at her with a smile: the two top psykers just smiled at each other, mentally scolding the cleverness on the other side. .

The Spider Queen stretched out a hand and put it on her chest. Her eyebrows were slightly lowered, and her pupils were shining with a bright and bright light: just looking at these pupils, no one would doubt that the owner of this cyan blue is The most reliable loyal minister of the empire.

[If the human empire really needs the power of these psychic geniuses, and we have difficulties in implementing specific education: then, I, Morgan, my Dawnbreaker Legion, and my Far Eastern Frontier. 】

【Happy to oblige. 】

[I am willing to become the main instructor of this advanced version of psychic training. 】

[As for the training location: Is there any more suitable place than the Dawn Goddess? 】

"..."

"..."

"Greed is never a good thing, Daughter of the Emperor."

Makado shook his head and sighed, while Morgan just blinked slyly.

[But you have to admit it. This is a highly feasible plan that will bring benefits to the empire, but it also carries risks: while I am seeking benefits for myself, I am also seeking more benefits for the empire. Such greed is worth encouraging. ,Is not it? 】

"..."

The person holding the seal did not reply: naturally there was no denial.

The smiling Lord of Avalon moved closer to Malcador.

[Then I think that Your Excellency, the most respected and wisest Master Printer, would definitely not mind conveying my idea to my genetic father: and tell him the merits of it? 】

"..."

The person holding the seal was silent for a while, and in the end he could only hum.

He sighed.

"Let's take it one by one: let us first explain the future administrative planning system and tax issues of the Great Expedition clearly, and then we will discuss your psychic textbook."

"You, have mercy on my old bones. Don't show off the ideas in your mind like this in the future. I can't bear it: you only need to put forward ideas, he only needs to follow the rules and actually write the plan, but I ah."

Morgan blinked and showed a considerate smile. He saw the Lord of Avalon's fingers cutting through the void on one side. In Macado's somewhat horrified eyes, a golden folder slowly appeared. Slowly came to the front of the palm-printer.

[No need to worry, Your Majesty the Master: Unlike that administrative planning system, the matter regarding the Psionic Ceremony has always been a thoughtful idea of ​​mine. Therefore, I had already planned this plan before I arrived at Holy Teda. : You just need to look at it and check for problems. 】

"..."

The printer stretched out his finger and took the thick document.

He felt the wonderful aura of the plan that had been basically completed without him having to worry about it at all.

The loyal servant of the Emperor was silent for a few seconds.

"Did you do this yourself?"

[The things I raised are equivalent to the troubles I caused myself, so I naturally have to solve them myself. 】

"..."

Makado's face twitched.

"Morgan."

【Um? 】

"you……"

"Are you really not going to consider running for the position of war commander?"

【……】

The imprinter raised his head: to Morgan's utter astonishment, he actually meant it.

"If you are worried about Zhuang Sen's problems..."

"I can go and help you convince him."

【……】