Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Just like the noble palmer fantasized at this time: The reason why Morgan will prepare this plan in advance...

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Of course not for Machado.

Specifically, the Spider Queen's original intention was not for the sake of the Seal Holder at all: she was just afraid that Malcador's ability was insufficient, or that the Seal Holder deliberately interfered with it, thereby destroying the spiritual scriptures that Morgan had carefully prepared for a long time. It's just a first-level plan.

Then...

She accidentally executed it in action and it turned out to be a good thing.

…

This is normal.

You know, before today, the Lord of Avalon had not even seen this famous palm-bearer in person. The only connection between Morgan and Malcador was nothing more than a silent understanding in dealing with the spy issue: and this This so-called tacit understanding is based on the evil behavior of the Seal Master who perseveres in adding sand to the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Although the Spider Queen, who has become a lot more open-minded, may not remember this past mistake very clearly, but this also destined that Morgan's first impression of Malcador was definitely not good: but even so, in front of When dealing with the Imperial Seal Bearer, the Lord of Avalon still behaved more modestly and politely than most of the Primarchs.

After the formal meeting, the Spider Queen and the emperor's loyal servant in front of her had a common problem with each other because of their common role positioning issues, but this mutual sympathy did not make her take the initiative to help Machado bear the pressure.

After all, when this tragic fate happens to herself, it is certainly painful, but when it happens to others, especially those who are so similar to herself and appear in her field of vision, When it happens to others, it will inevitably make people feel sincerely happy in their hearts.

What's more, in Morgan's mind, she believed that Makado deserved it.

After all, the Markbearer is not a Primarch like Morgan. He lacks the compulsive color that he is born to serve the Emperor's ambitions: Malcador actively chose to follow the Lord of Humanity. , following the Emperor's ambitions and the Great Crusade.

As a top psyker who could single-handedly suppress Horus and single-handedly manipulate the political system of the entire human empire, Machado could have chosen a free and easy life path in this chaotic galaxy of jungles and predators, but he gave up. For these freedoms within reach, Morgan gave up his lifelong dream.

So, doesn't he deserve to be overwhelmed by the official duties thrown at him by the Emperor?

Thinking of this, a malicious smile flashed across the face of the Lord of Avalon. She blinked her eyes and felt that there was some inexplicable sourness in her pupils and under the tongue. This might be her misunderstanding.

【……】

Thinking of this, Morgan stretched out a finger and gently rubbed the gap between his eyebrows and upper eyelids, causing a burst of changing colors in his closed black vision.

Makado doesn't look like her.

Although in a sense, they are all the same people: they are both troubled by the endless official duties brought by their own responsibilities, and they are still hated by a person who has to make them worry about it. The asshole guy keeps throwing new challenges at you and driving you crazy.

But even so, the palmer is definitely not another Morgan, and Morgan is not another palmer: just like now, they are only temporarily gathered in a huge room, belonging to groups that can be roughly divided by others. They are of the same type, but they are not sophisticated enough to regard each other as their true kind and trust them.

【……】

At least, not yet: but with their everlasting cooperation in the future, it will be hard to say.

Morgan frowned, and continued to grasp the data pads with one hand, absorbing the vast data inside. Now, she had eaten almost a third of the entire briefcase, and On the other side, the Lord of Avalon, who has developed the ability to think in multiple threads, can still find time to appreciate the expression of the person holding the print on the other side of the desk.

It is obvious that the [Advanced Edition of the Spiritual Scripture] that Morgan just proposed has been initially approved by Malcador. The master obviously wants to know all of Morgan's plans for this plan as soon as possible, so , it is a rare sight to see the actual controller of the entire imperial government holding that glittering document in his hand, hesitating again and again, being in a dilemma, but finally pushing it aside.

Morgan even regretted that because of the serious atmosphere of the meeting, she did not bring the fruit plate over. Otherwise, just by admiring Macado's current expression, she could have eaten up several carloads of fruit.

…

She can really do this.

After all, in front of the Primarch's stomach organ that can refine steel and dissolve magma, mundane food often cannot survive even a second: for any Primarch, no amount of fruit is enough. To satisfy hunger, this is why Sanguinius and Morgan can feast on the fruit plate with impunity.

No matter how hard the fruit pulp, core or even shell is, the moment it falls into the abdominal pouches of the two original bodies, it has turned into a wisp of misty white smoke, and all they can leave behind is nothing more. It was just a wisp of sweetness lingering in the mouth of the Primarch.

These fruits are like countless wealth, honors, or any other maddening treasures in this world: their greatest value to the Primarch may be the insignificance at the moment when they get it with their own hands. Be happy.

[So, what should we talk about first? 】

Morgan put his weight back, crossed his legs, leaned on the chair, and twirled the hair beside his ears with his fingers in boredom.

[Are we discussing the so-called galactic political structure in the late period of the Great Crusade, or something more specific: the tax collection issue in Avalon? 】

"..."

Macado put the glittering document aside. He was sure again and again that it was not an illusion in his eyes: the document that Morgan took out was really shining with a slight golden light.

"..."

The last time he saw this kind of operation, it was a certain lord of mankind who always behaved badly: Malcador really couldn't figure out why, as the precious daughter of the number one old bastard in the galaxy, Morgan had to learn this kind of thing. A bad aesthetic concept that is vulgar and embarrassing?

Is gold so beautiful?

Makado was confused. Makado wanted to think, but Makado couldn't understand. He could only answer Morgan's question.

"Let's discuss the so-called political situation first. After all, this matter is closely related to the Emperor, all the original bodies, you and me, and we don't have many opportunities to sit down and discuss it in detail: tax issues can be Let’s put it aside for a moment, after all, the taxes from the Far East border are not what the empire needs most urgently now, but the time for the Emperor to return to Holy Terra has been set.”

Having said this, the palm-printer even shook his head helplessly.

"You know, he is this kind of person. Once this kind of person decides on something, he will unswervingly follow the path to darkness. Maybe he can indeed be persuaded, maybe there is someone in the galaxy who can really pull him back. Him: But that person will definitely not be me."

"In most cases, my efforts to dissuade him failed miserably."

【……】

[Can anyone really persuade him? 】

Morgan frowned, her right hand curled up into a fist, covering her lips, while her left hand was casually placed on the chair: The phrase "persuade the emperor" from Malcador's mouth sounded like to Morgan It's a fantasy.

Can anyone persuade the emperor?

It is better to tell her that the Tower of Babel is actually a real historical story.

"have."

Machado nodded, looking very convinced on this matter. Then, a flash of emotion and sadness appeared on the 6,000-year-old face.

"But like I said: It's not going to be me, it's going to be someone else."

【who is it? 】

Morgan's body leaned forward slightly, and a trace of high interest flashed in her blue pupils. She was obviously very interested in some of her father's secret history, but the palmer just looked at it again and spoke calmly. .

"You don't need to know, you can't see him anyway: that person is not very different from me and the emperor. He doesn't like to participate in these grand narratives, and he has nothing to boast about. Strength, but only he can persuade the emperor."

"Just remember this, Morgan: He was once the Emperor's Warmaster."

"The first Warmaster."

【……】

【Wow. 】

The Lord of Avalon's pupils widened slightly, and she sighed meaninglessly: Although Morgan had deduced in front of her genetic father a long time ago, she believed that the Lord of Humanity should have had a Warmaster, but after this deduction was actually confirmed, the Spider Queen was quite surprised.

after all……

A Warmaster who can persuade the Emperor - this in itself shows how much he is trusted by the Emperor and how close he is to the Emperor - such a person actually exists, and considering that the Emperor now has The attitude of the Warmaster...

【……】

[Please ask. 】

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

[Regarding the last Warmaster: Is his armor pearl white? 】

"Most of the time: yes."

【……】

All right.

Internally, Morgan rolled his eyes.

She really didn't expect that her glorious and great Wolf Shepherd brother was really just a meal replacement literature in the emperor's heart: Although Morgan didn't like Horus that much, she didn't hate this man either. The Primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion, after all, she understood the conflict between sincere brotherhood and pitiable self-interest in Horus's heart.

Therefore, after discovering that Horus might just be a substitute in the Emperor's heart, Morgan actually felt as sad as the dead rabbit: Although she had long realized that her genetic father was often considered a scumbag, But the Emperor seems to have a magical power. He can always easily break through the bottom line that Morgan imagined for him in unexpected ways.

Scum doesn't seem to be enough to describe him: monster seems more appropriate.

In the silence brought about by this great power, only Malcador's voice echoed.

"In my last conversation, the Emperor had decided that once the last two Primarchs were recovered, he would grant the position of Warmaster to Horus, dividing the responsibilities of the Great Crusade between each of you, and return to Holy Terra."

"But before those things happen, he may also solve some minor problems, such as your brother Luo Jia's illegal building on the planet Kull."

【Perfect city? 】

"Its real name is the City of the Lord: although within the Word Bearers Legion, it is indeed called the Perfect City by some people, and Lorgar seems to be very satisfied with this name, in the words of his adoptive father Kor Phaeron For example, when Lorgar heard the name, his pupils radiated the light of the Emperor's presence."

The palmist told the internal information of the 17th Legion in a calm tone, silently revealing the tip of the iceberg of his role in the empire's power network: At the very least, the current Morgan will never be able to know the other legions so well. .

The Dark Angels don't count, they don't belong to [other legions] here in Morgan.

The Lord of Avalon licked his lips.

[What do you mean, the Emperor does not intend to immediately stop Lorgar's illegal construction activities on the planet Kur, but intends to delay the matter until the moment before he returns to Holy Terra? 】

"Yes."

【……Why? 】

Morgan frowned.

[Although the efficiency of the Word Bearers Legion has always been ranked last among all legions, the only one worse than them is the Thousand Sons Legion lying on the home planet: but after fifty or sixty years, no matter how slow the repairs are, , this perfect city of the Word Bearers should be repaired, right? 】

"That's what it's for."

The person holding the seal moved his fingers, making a crunching sound.

"Let it be established, let it prosper, let it be glorious and prosperous, forget everything, and then turn everything into ashes in the eyes of everyone: only such a painful lesson can make a legion remember it deeply, and only this emotional aspect Only with great joy and great sorrow can the cognitive distortions and errors be completely reversed."

"In the Emperor's vision, the destruction of the Perfect City must be a turning point and a salvation for the Word Bearers Legion. Therefore, his arbitration of the Perfect City must also be a profound enough historical event: just like There were countless famous cities that flourished in history, but no one can remember them today, but Borodino and Waterloo, which are just remote villages, can be recorded in the annals of history forever."

“If a city needs to be remembered for its destruction, it must first be glorious.”

【……】

[Is this your opinion? 】

"This is what the emperor means, and he has made up his mind a long time ago. I am just conveying his thoughts: You'd better remember what you just said, Morgan. If nothing unexpected happens, then there will be It is you and Guilliman's Legion who have been sent to resolve this matter."

【……】

[Can I apply for avoidance? 】

"No, but we allow you to make your own choice: you can choose to go voluntarily and contribute to the Empire, or you can choose to have the Emperor personally go to Avalon and invite you."

【……】

The Lord of Avalon felt that she had tried her best: all the ceremonial cells in her body were screaming in despair, preventing her from directly picking up the Visenya next to her and smashing Macado's six thousand-year-old On the skull.

In the end, she could only keep such fantasies in her mind and take a deep breath.

[Forget it Guilliman: I can probably understand your idea of ​​making the two largest legions feel bad, but what's the matter with me? With the manpower of only three melons and two dates of my Dawnbreaker legion, I also need Are you and the Emperor carefully planning this? 】

"That's not the reason."

Macado glanced at the glittering file on the side of the desk: he seemed surprised that Morgan didn't pick up the file and hit him on the head, but the voice of the person who printed it was Yi is stable.

"There are indeed reasons for letting Guilliman go because of the Ultramarines, but letting you go is purely because of your personal reasons: Guilliman may not be able to coordinate the relationship with Lorgar, which is his own weakness, so I need you to take the position of Dinghai Shenzhen in this incident, it is best to calm Luo Jia’s emotions afterwards.”

[Isn’t the Emperor going to go too? 】

"Arbiters cannot smile."

[Then couldn't he serve as an arbiter before the crowd, and then serve as a father behind the crowd to calm Luo Jia's emotions: No one stipulated that he could only give the Primarch a hug in full view of the crowd. 】

"..."

"You know, I can't convince him: and he doesn't like Lorgar very much in the first place. When Lorgar met the Emperor for the first time, he had a long-term affair on his home planet of Colchis. The emperor participated in the month-long worship procession with a gloomy face."

【……】

grass.

"In addition, in addition to this matter, the emperor also asked me to convey two sentences."

The palm palmer pressed his neck and leisurely adjusted the bones that had been misaligned due to long hours of working: he now felt quite light and relaxed as if he had many debts but no pressure on him. Anyway, since any order from the emperor can make everything in front of him If the primarch of the family explodes, it would be more fair to throw out all the requirements at once, and then both of them would have a headache together.

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment, a dangerous light flashing in her narrowed pupils.

[Tell me, before I get out of control and tear this place apart. 】

"First of all, the emperor thinks that your spiritual scripture is very good. He thinks that he can also explore your talents and abilities in this area: according to the emperor's request, he hopes that you can start a few new books. conception.”

【……】

【Parenting bible? 】

"No, not this."

Malcador's eyes mocked.

"Even if you wrote such a book, he would never read it."

【……】

"What the Emperor means is: He hopes that you can use the internal environment of the Dawnbreaker Legion as a reference to write a book that can teach the Legion of Astartes and mortal troops to cooperate tactically and get along with each other in daily life. Guidance books.”

[...Can I invite foreign aid? 】

"Okay, then I advise you not to believe too much in all Guilliman's suggestions."

"Also, the Emperor hopes that you can start from now on to conduct research in the field of theology, and then write a book that will only be submitted to him: this book should be about how to establish a country in the galaxy that can be as powerful as possible. The ideal state of operation of the church organization ensures the most effective hand in maintaining the centripetal force and unity of the human empire in the worst possible situation.”

【……】

[Can foreign aid be invited to this? 】

"...No, Luo Jia, no."

【……Oh well. 】

Morgan nodded and accepted the task of writing a book without any burden.

Anyway, this is not a forced request. If you really can't write it down, the worst thing you can do is throw your hands at it and let it go: Could it be that the Emperor could put a dignified Primarch in prison just because she delayed?

[So, what about the second thing? 】

"As for the second thing..."

Malcador blinked and looked up at Morgan, making the Primarch feel uneasy.

"You remember the administrative planning system you proposed to the Emperor, Morgan."

[I'm not Magnus, my memory isn't that bad. 】

"That's good."

Machado nodded.

"The Emperor has agreed to my improved plan. At the same time, he also pointed out that since the Primarchs will grasp the overall situation in the later stages of the Great Crusade in the form of a parliament, then this parliament should have multiple specific departments under its jurisdiction to deal with Those more concrete matters of the Great Crusade.”

"As for the first department, the Emperor has already thought about it: for a Primarch Council that is about to maintain the front line of the Great Crusade, the most important thing is undoubtedly to maintain friendly relations among the members of this Council. For this reason , it is necessary to set up a dedicated department.”

"A General Secretariat to coordinate the conflicts between the various Primarchs, and even the various Legions Astartes: it needs someone who can remain sane at all times and who will not have any relationship with other Primarchs, at least with most Primarchs. A very bad person should serve as its chief executive."

"Are you interested, Morgan?"

【……】

[Is this also a multiple-choice question? 】

Morgan raised his eyebrows, while Macado nodded seriously, looking like he was suppressing a smile.

"Of course: you can choose to sign up voluntarily, or you can be appointed by the emperor in the future."

【……】

【……】

Morgan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the non-existent memo next to him: Since talking to Macado, how many completely unexpected positions or tasks has she passively accepted?

Second child?

Warmaster?

The perfect city?

The emperor's reminder?

And now...the General Secretariat of the Great Expedition Council?

【……】

【……】

Morgan began to think seriously about one thing: maybe she should pull up her Orion now and run away through the door.

God knows, what kind of expectations will Makado throw at him later?

Is it possible that he will take out the emperor's warrant from his arms and ask Morgan to immediately transfer the ownership of the Terra Palace under their feet, and then become the legal representative and debt object of the entire human empire?

【……】

【……】

Oh, damn.

The instinctive reaction in her heart actually started to take effect now!