Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Ulan-Huda? What is that?"

"A literal [World Devourer], a guy who shouldn't exist in the real universe: help me find those things first, and explain them to you while you're looking for me."

"By the way, can you move to the side a little, Visenya: your fat breasts are already squeezing me, and it makes me feel difficult to breathe."

"Come on, Aniya, my chest is at least half a meter away from yours."

"But it squeezes my mighty soul."

"..."

Orion only felt as if his throat was being choked.

The star maid who was given the name [Visenya] by Morgan herself was squatting half-crouched. Her well-developed breasts were like two pieces of soft dough, being squeezed at will. From her golden pupils, , exuding a gaze mixed with disdain and pity, sweeping across the open plain on Virgo's chest that is enough for a squadron of Land Raiders to gallop to their heart's content.

She has breasts but no breasts, butt butt, so this eldest sister of mine is really pitiful: she is obviously the earliest created star maid, the eldest sister in name, but when she stands among the sisters, she looks like He is the youngest child who has not yet reached the stage of development.

When she thought of this, the depressed mood in Visenya's heart disappeared. Instead, the mocking mentality out of pity began to occupy her emotional processing center.

"Ania: Are you Perturabo?"

"……How to say?"

"He is broad and fat, but has a narrow heart. Once someone approaches, he feels offended, and then he talks about a lot of ridiculous reasons for self-pity: If you really aspire to be Perturabo, then please allow me I sincerely apologize to you, great Ms. Aniya.”

"Very well, I accept your apology, humble Miss Visenya."

"..."

"We haven't seen each other for a while, why have you become so shameless?"

"I learned it all from Conrad."

"Conrad? You mean the black-haired Primarch beside my mother?"

Orion frowned with some uncertainty. Although she was also a star maid valued and favored by Morgan, only Virgo could stay with their mother for a long time: this almost made Virgo the public enemy of the other maids.

"Yes: but the next time you meet him, you can call him Uncle Conrad or Uncle Conrad, and he will give you a small gift carved by himself, usually a palm-sized iron maiden or execution platform. Something like that can be placed on the table as decoration.”

"He gave you something similar?"

"He gave me a whole box of handmade tin soldiers, which he made with his own hands. Almost all of them were Dawnbreakers or Dark Angels, but there were also a few Ultramarines. I could even use them to fight a small tabletop apocalypse. war."

Virgo nodded, as if to emphasize her statement. Her thin body was like a shadow in the dark night, rummaging through the mountains of storage to find what she needed, while those objects blocking the way were temporarily Stacked on one side, they looked like miniature wooden castles one after another on the plain.

Although the [Golden Apple] where the Lord of Avalon is currently staying is not a battleship where the Primarch is stationed like the [Dawn Goddess], there is still a spacious enough warehouse at its core: because when The Primarch would need such a place to stow the cargo she had to carry with her when she left her Glory Queen's flagship for a brief stopover on other battleships.

These goods are either deadly enough to require the personal supervision of the original body or her maids, or urgent enough to be needed at any time: in short, as the power and resources in Morgan's hands increase day by day, wealth like this gradually becomes It became a burden in a real sense and turned into a mountainous area that was enough to make the two star maids feel overwhelmed.

They could only kill time while cleaning up, exchanging the intelligence and information they needed with each other in nagging words.

"And the Ultramarines?"

"Yes, Conrad has actually always paid close attention to the Ultramarines. He is keen to collect their intelligence: your data processor should have records. A long time ago, Conrad had an affair with the Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion. Guilliman had a not-so-pleasant meeting."

"Of course, my Minerva Array recorded the entire process at that time, and if my records are not wrong: Sadly, that was the only meeting and communication between Lord Conrad and Lord Guilliman so far."

"Yes, the result of that exchange was not pleasant: Therefore, Conrad has been paying attention to the actions of the Thirteenth Legion in the past few years. He seemed to want to apologize to Guilliman, but he has been I couldn’t find the right opportunity.”

"Apologise? That Conrad? Can he have such thoughts?"

"Usually not. After all, most of the other troubles he has caused are innocuous, and I have never seen him apologize to anyone. But Guilliman is a little bit special."

"To put it simply: during the conflict with Guilliman, Conrad used some very bad metaphors to criticize Guilliman's adoptive mother. Originally, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he just thought it was It’s just the right medicine for the Macraggeans.”

"But as time went by, Conrad stood beside our mother and realized what maternal love meant to every Primarch. He felt that what Guilliman said was a bit too much. It’s hurtful.”

"When you put on your shoes, do you start to be a civilized person?"

"Roughly the same."

"I heard that he is preparing a gift for Guilliman so that he can apologize to his Macragge brothers the next time they meet: During the time spent with his mother, Conrad seems to have learned to create some small object."

"Like tin soldiers or table decorations: For a Primarch, this is a bit unprofessional. Our mother created it, but creations like us, or were created by those of the Dawnbreakers. A spiritual dharma ring that is regarded as a treasure by top soldiers."

"Probably because each Primarch has a different temperament: and according to Conrad, he is also building something valuable. I remember it seems to be a scroll or something else."

"Using the psychic paper he forged under his mother's watch, and the ink condensed from the alien blood collected in the war: the midnight ghost will write a masterpiece."

"What masterpiece?"

"I don't know and I don't care."

Virgo shrugged his shoulders. With the help of the sisters, they were able to carefully open the huge door. What greeted them was first the cold chill, and then the depth brought by the empty room, and in the room In the deepest part, there was a chilling metal edge that flashed past.

"This is it."

The maid of the original body nodded and walked into the darkness, while Orion was quite self-aware and waited at the door. A few minutes later, Visenya saw Virgo holding a metal object that was longer than herself. He walked out of the dark room sideways and closed the heavy iron door behind him with his feet.

"What's in here?"

Orion glanced at the box, and she felt a strange smell from inside: it was the smell of metal, but it was not any kind of metal within her known range.

"A dead man."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Virgo's mouth.

"Do you remember, Visenya, why our mother joined that long expedition: and in this box are some of the trophies she gained during the expedition, the one whose name has been erased. Primarch."

"But my intuition tells me that there is obviously a large piece of metal inside?"

"Yes, because some Primarchs are so crazy."

Virgo tilted her head, even when she mentioned other Primarchs, there was not much respect in her tone.

"Although our mother didn't get the main part of her brother, she also got one side of the arm. Even though it was broken, it was enough to do many things: for example, make a sharp blade for herself, and then make it for her. Carefully select your descendants and create matching weapons.”

"Mordred Guard?"

"Yes."

Virgo stopped, she put the box to one side, and then moved the moved storage items back. During the process, Orion was beside her to help, listening to Virgo's information about the original guard. .

"After careful consideration, my mother decided to select the eleven most elite warriors from her legion's descendants to form her own bodyguards. They would be called the Mordred Guards, or the Knights of the Round Table: if there is another Regarding the selection of this private guard, the Knights of the Round Table will respect equality of strength and competition.

"Respect the balance of power and competition?"

"To put it simply: it doesn't matter what your origin is, what your status is, or whether you have held an important position in the legion. As long as you are strong enough, as long as you can be recognized by the original body, you can become a Knight of the Round Table. a member of.”

"And after that..."

Virgo glanced at the box that glowed with metal.

"Mother will use the contents here to personally build eleven indestructible weapons for her personal guard, to ensure that no Astartes equipment can defeat her most powerful descendants, and these eleven The long sword will be named after the real Knights of the Round Table in historical mythology."

"Gawain, Bedivere, Galahad, or Percival."

"That's it..."

Orion narrowed his eyes.

"I thought my mother had forgotten the legend about the Knights of the Round Table."

"Of course she has not forgotten it. After all, it is the most famous story in the old night era."

Virgo looked at her sister, tapped her temple, and smiled.

"Who will forget the stories of the Knights of the Round Table: In that crazy and dark era of strife, the High King Arthur who ruled the knight world of Camelot led his heroic knight mechas to resist countless aliens and human pirates A great legend with a mad psyker.”

"Whether it is King Arthur himself, or his knight mecha that was once sealed in a giant stone that only he can control, or the free blades under his command that have gathered from various knight worlds, they are already doing it regardless of the situation. It has been circulating in countless star regions and the world for hundreds of years."

"It's a pity that until now, no one has found the lost Camelot Sector."

"..."

Orion's brow furrowed.

"In that case, our mother should know that the name Mordred does not have any beautiful connotations: especially when her name is Morgan, it can be said to be some kind of curse."

With that said, Orion moved closer to her sister: obviously, this was a secret topic that required the two of them to bite each other's ears and discuss it in low voices.

"First of all, that is the suggestion made by Mr. Zhuang Sen. It is difficult for mother to refuse."

Virgo tilted her head, hiding herself in Orion's shadow.

"Secondly, as you know, if a certain adult is asked to come up with a name, I'm afraid that this Primarch Guard will only be a temporary department until a century later: that would be too embarrassing."

"Are you really not afraid of her giving a name like [Avalon Guard]?"

The next moment, a relaxed smile spread out in this narrow space.

"What are you laughing at, Visenya?"

"I'm at what you're laughing about."

"Then I will arrest you for disrespecting my mother."

#Laughter from a filial daughter#

"But to be honest: even if my mother can't think of a good name, the name Mordred is too strange. Not to mention naming the army after a person is very strange. The meaning of this name alone makes people feel uncomfortable. An auspicious feeling.”

"This is how narrow-minded you are."

Virgo shook her head slowly.

"Do you remember, Visenya: what the character Mordred did?"

"The betrayal of King Arthur directly led to the death of King Arthur and the destruction of the kingdom."

"Then do you think our mother will be King Arthur?"

"Of course not: she's Morgan."

"Yes, she is Morgan: So what does King Arthur's defeat have to do with her?"

"..."

"Besides, isn't Mordred actually Morgan's child?"

A frightening smile appeared on Virgo's cold face. It was a standard smile, but there was an irresistible chill in the vermilion pupils.

She picked up the box.

"Besides, although they are called the Mordred Guard, as you just heard, there will only be eleven swords, which means there will only be eleven Knights of the Round Table: There is one knight, It won’t happen.”

"...Mordred?"

"Yes."

Orion nodded thoughtfully.

"So, if there is no one, would it be Mordred?"

"No."

Virgo shook her head. She turned her gaze away and moved the light in her pupils towards the steel door that gradually disappeared behind her, while the metal box in her arms made a faint noise.

"I am Mordred."

"I am the swordless knight."

"I'll be the twelfth choice."

"..."

Orion narrowed his eyes.

"Tell me, Anya: is this what Mother meant?

"..."

Virgo was silent for a moment.

"certainly……"

——————

【……no. 】

【Now it is not. 】

【It will never be. 】

[Rather, do you want to listen to what nonsense you are talking about? 】

The Lord of Avalon has awakened from her tired rest. Now, her consciousness has returned to its former flexibility, but there is some sudden anger lingering in it, and these angers come from the one who stands on her throne. The soulless figure underneath.

That was Trazin, a senior figure in the Dawnbreaker Legion and the personal image advisor of the Primarch. He was one of the very few people who could visit Morgan at any time: but this time, his visit made the Primarch furious. .

[Your Excellency Trazin. 】

Because no one was around, Morgan did not suppress the extreme sarcasm in her words. The Primarch crossed her legs and leaned on the throne like a queen, looking down at the undead overlord who looked at her calmly. .

[You mean: Let me consider whether I can tolerate the existence of Ulan Huda? 】

【Do you know what that is? 】

"Of course I know."

The Supreme Collector of Solernams bowed elegantly like a gentleman, as if he and Morgan were not having a fierce quarrel, but an ordinary afternoon tea party: when his sound-producing instrument While spitting out another string of beautiful words, the Necron Overlord began to tell the story about Ulan Huda.

"To be honest, I have been paying attention to this magical world as early as centuries ago: after all, it can be said to be the most imaginative and crazy thing that your human civilization has produced in the long process of evolution. One of the creations of aesthetics: It’s just a pity that that world has been hiding in the shadow of the ghoul stars for a long time, and the Drazak Bone Dynasty there is really something I don’t want to face. Friends."

"I know the story of Ulan Huda, and I even know it earlier than you: As early as the old night era, Mars in the solar system sent batch after batch of exploration fleets to the depths of the Milky Way. They are the originators of today's various forging worlds, and among these exploration fleets, there is a small fleet that established a small forging world among the ghoul stars. This is the origin of Ulan Huda."

"Obviously, establishing a home on the Ghoul Stars was a terrible mistake, as they soon realized, but there was no way out: to survive in the most insane purgatory in the galaxy, the Uroks The Tech-Priests of Ranhuda began to use a series of technologies that were strictly prohibited by Mars. They built a series of arcane engines deep in the core of the forge world, allowing the entire forge world to move in the subspace, called grazing. And thus The Eater’s Melting Pot was born.”

"Since then, the Predator Forge has become a monster, a monster that can literally devour other worlds. It swallows the conquered lands into its bag, and the conquered people are transformed into machine slaves and meditations. Moreover, more and more heretical technologies have made it an existence that cannot be tolerated by the empire."

At this point, the Necron Overlord even paused maliciously.

"But even so, Ulan Huda is still not the most dangerous existence among the ghoul stars. It can't even touch that level, because it still needs to use constant subspace movement to escape from things that are more terrifying than it. "

【……】

Morgan sneered and nodded.

[Yes, it seems that you know everything about this heretical world, but since you know very well that it cannot be tolerated by the empire, why do you issue this suggestion? 】

The primarch leaned forward, her pupils narrowed in a dangerous light.

[You already know: Ulan Huda is now haunting the edge of the Salamas Sector, and it has even destroyed two outpost worlds located at the very edge of the Far Eastern Frontier. 】

[And I must destroy this damn thing, even if it is to maintain the empire's authority in the Salamas sector, I must make this predator furnace disappear. 】

[After all, I did not conquer Salamas with blood and fire. This sector actively joined under the banner of the empire and became a loyal subject of the emperor. The integration of this rich land has also been carried out. For more than ten years: once we are unable to maintain the tranquility of Salamas under the threat of Ulan Huda, then all our efforts will be in vain, because Salamas will no longer trust the protection of the empire. 】

Trazin listened quietly, he was still extremely calm: damn calm, as if the countless lives that were being threatened in the Salamas sector were not even as good as a gem on the scepter of this undead overlord.

At this moment, Morgan had a new understanding of how desperate the Necron creatures had progressed: Even the most sentimental Overlord of this race, Solernamus, is essentially a human being. A machine without blood or tears.

"I don't deny this, respected Lord of Avalon, but I still hope you can consider another thing: as I just said, if you don't start this war so quickly, you can because A little waiting and some personal benefits."

The Endless One stretched out a hand, and then slowly closed it, making a metallic friction sound.

"Aren't you curious about how Ulan Huda allows a world to move freely in subspace? Even our world engine has difficulty doing this. Those arcane instruments must be more wonderful than we imagined. .”

"If you are willing to delay this war a little, I can find the corresponding instruments from my collection. I guarantee that these instruments will allow us to obtain at least three complete arcane engines."

"One of them will become one of the most important exhibits in my museum, and the remaining two will be at your disposal: the Predator Forge from the Far Eastern Frontier, which sounds even more reliable than Blackstone Fortress , isn’t it?”

When Trazin spread his hands, there was even a hint of vague pride in his cold voice, because he felt the ferocious-faced Spider Queen's heart wavering: Morgan was indeed silent for a moment because of his opinion. .

But the Primarch's voice was heavier.

[What if I refuse? 】

"That would be a shame."

Trazin shook his head, seemingly unsurprised.

"If you must start this war at the first time, then I will not have enough time to deliver my instruments: I will still join this war and try my best to get those arcane engines, but I cannot guarantee the success rate of the operation, and there is a high chance that you will miss the secret of the Arcane Engine forever."

"This is a multiple-choice question: you can choose those fringe worlds that have just become your subjects. Their loyalty and contribution to you are still unknown, and you can also choose a powerful arcane engine that will put you in the palm of your hand. The power reaches an enviable level.”

"The point is: How would you choose?"

【……】

The original body's fingertips tapped on the armrest of the silver throne. It seemed like a long time passed: but in fact it was only a moment before Trazyn heard the contemptuous laughter from Morgan.

[You are wrong, Lord Trazin: For me, this is not a multiple-choice question. 】

"?"

The Necromancer moved his neck, feeling confused.

"What's the meaning?"

The Primarch stretched himself proudly on the throne.

[For you, this may be a multiple-choice question, but for me: the lives of my subjects or my own strength, I may not know what the first choice will bring to me, but pursuing the second choice means Aren’t the results standing right in front of me now? 】

[Are you right? Your Excellency, the former dead man? 】

"..."

After a long time, a very long time, Trazin fell into silence.

The undead overlord's originally spread hands lowered unconsciously, his head lowered, and his green eyes dimmed for a moment: when he spoke again, the original body could even hear a trace of Bitter.

"You have gone too far, Your Excellency."

"It took a lot of effort for me to break away from reality for a moment."

[But we can’t completely break away from reality, can we? 】

Morgan smiled and walked off the throne, came to Trazin, and patted him on the shoulder.

[Furthermore, given your character, I think you don’t want to see any younger race make your mistakes again, right? 】

"..."

"Yes."

Trazin nodded.

"One mistake is enough."

In the next moment, both the Primarch and the Necron Overlord fell into a brief silence.

[I will start the war with Ulahuda as soon as possible, but I will also support your actions in the war. Lord Trazin: If you can, please bring those arcane engines back. I am indeed interested in a Being able to wander around the world is very interesting. 】

"Aren't you afraid of the subspace technology contained in it, Mr. Morgan?"

[Then it depends on my ability. 】

Morgan smiled: this expression was more terrifying than her anger.

[If I could navigate the pitfalls of the Arcane Engine, I wouldn't mind having my own Death Star: who could say no to a moving world that fires plasma beams out of the void? 】

【And if not...】

The Primarch paused.

[Of course something as precious as an arcane engine or a Death Star must be given to my great father as a gift from my daughter. 】

[After all, I am his most filial daughter. 】

Well, I have a question now.

Should I write about Sevatar and the Eighth Legion immediately - for example, starting from the next chapter - or should I slow down and write an over-the-top plot of arriving at Avalon: The former would be a bit too abrupt.

There is also the character of Sevita. He is indeed very handsome, but there are not many novels about him. It is still quite difficult to write, um...

Maybe I should develop a new route...