Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"wait?"

[Yes: Wait. 】

Faced with Trazin's doubts, Morgan just smiled and nodded.

[Whether it is for you or for me, all we have to do now is wait, wait for time to bring us the answer, wait for the result in a few hours or even minutes: I think you should have this little bit of patience. Bar? 】

"Of course: I don't need to care about the shortness of life after all."

"My life is not short, but I still like to have fun in the moment."

This slightly hellish joke-like answer came from the mouth of a Necron, which is quite fitting: in the voice-generating parts of Trazin's throat, a dim green light shines, trying its best to give it The owner imitated those vital laughter, which echoed continuously in the corridor.

But in the eyes of the Primarch, this is somewhat nondescript: despite almost twenty years of experience and cooperation, Morgan no longer maintains the almost unconcealed boiling murderous intent towards all alien life forms as he did at the beginning. , but even so, she still doesn't have even the slightest fondness for any race other than humans.

For example, although Morgan can still have some admiration for Trazin as an individual, for the entire Necron civilization, death would be the best thing: this kind of disgust may even lead to death in many cases. The backlash came back to Trazin personally, so that the overlord of Solanamus had to carefully cover those metal elements in front of the original body, so as to avoid useless disputes.

Of course, this kind of small problem will not affect the happy cooperation between the Lord of Avalon and the Lord of Solenamus. After all, Morgan has never been a guy who will be dazzled by anger and prejudice, and her point Stubbornness and malice were also nothing in front of Trazin, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves.

That's it?

Just kidding: Among the Necron kin in Trazin, any dynasty overlord or king who can be named, don’t they have much more malice or murderous intention towards the Lord of Solenamus than Morgan?

Even if the Spider Queen is an outsider, she just wants to throw Trazin's replacement body into the void, and the fleet of his brothers and sisters has already staged the siege of Solenams several times. .

Even Ourrican—oh! That damn Sotec thief! A bastard who likes to sneak into other people's homes and commit petty thefts! ——This guy who has known Trazin for a long time, has a deep [bond], and has [cooperated] several times: If possible, Trazin didn't want him to take another step into Solenams.

Compared with [close kin] like Ourikan, who would smash his exhibition cabinets to pieces whenever he got the chance, and who never wanted to take Trazin to court, Morgan naturally looked cute: at the very least, The Spider Queen never cares about Trazin's personal career, as long as it does not affect her heirs, and her calm mind, abundant financial resources, and trustworthy reputation also make Morgan a very reliable person in Trazin's eyes. Partner.

If it's just a transaction, the Lord of Solenams is willing to play big with Morgan, even if it's cash on delivery: he believes that the Spider Queen will not be stupid enough to fish for everything, and he is not afraid of her doing this.

It was precisely with the support of the above ideas that Trazin rushed from Macragge to Solenams as quickly as possible without even asking for a deposit, and rummaged through the entire museum to find: spiders The Queen asked Trazin for a total of three items. The first two were not precious items to the Necrons, and the third was extremely difficult to obtain even for Trazin.

Fortunately, after turning over Solenums, which had accumulated countless treasures for thousands of years, Trazin finally returned to the Dawn Goddess before the appointed time. He was very sure that he had brought it. The importance of these goods to the Spider Queen's next plan cannot be overstated: and the reward Morgan promised him was enough to make the Necron who had worked so hard feel worth it.

That's a [blank check].

However, this is not a blank check for Morgan himself, but...

"to reimburse?"

Chewing the word slowly, Trazin's metal parts paused for a moment on the iron-gray floor. On top of its smooth head were reflected the shadows of countless faces, which came from the masterpiece on the wall: the Primarch. She and her image director were walking in the famous [Otherworld Path] on the Dawn Goddess. This deep corridor leads directly to the core of the battleship. Only high-ranking members of the legion, or the confidants of the Primarch, Only then do you have the authority to walk from here to the throne room at the end of the corridor.

It is generally dark in color. Between the iron-gray floor and the light blue tempered glass skylight, the snow-green walls are lined with groups of goddess reliefs made of marble, ceramic steel, porcelain tiles and enamel. Each of them is the work of a Dawnbreaker master, and is the sacred image of the genetic mother in their hearts.

Among the hundreds of reliefs, no pair is the same, and there are even very few similarities between each other. Whenever Trazin sees this scene, he will feel an inexplicable funny: even if In a society of the dead that has evolved personality worship and hierarchical suppression to the extreme, it is rare for a person of superior rank to receive such enthusiastic and colorful pursuit from those of lower rank.

Hundreds of different statues? There are quite a few in the mausoleum.

However, Trazin now has no time to pay attention to these small problems: as a former literary and artistic worker, a leader in the service industry as early as the period of the Kuomintang, Trazin is too familiar with the word "reimbursement" , but in the past, he was the one who could wave his hands and say these two words gracefully.

"What do you mean by reimbursement?"

Trazin made her voice sound as calm and steady as possible, while Morgan just smiled and patted his partner on the shoulder, giving the Necron some sense of security in this way.

[Don't worry, my old friend: I never said I wanted to give you credit. 】

"What do you mean?"

[Literal meaning: reimbursement. 】

[I won't pay the money: but someone will. 】

[In other words: The equipment you brought is to be invested in a large-scale public project called Saving Angron, and the initiator, general person in charge, legal person and project manager of this project are not me. I am at most Even if he is an ordinary little technocrat who manages the technical department, engineering department, safety department and material procurement department at the same time. 】

"..."

Trazin nodded.

Well, he understands, a technocrat who holds the positions of project execution manager, production manager, project technical director, logistics director, business manager, and safety director: So, what does your project director do? of?

Why doesn't he pay you more?

[So, you need to know that although I am responsible for negotiating this business contract with you. But I don't have the power to allocate funds to you from the reserve fund to pay the bills: nor can I afford the price of these expensive things you bring. 】

Once again, Morgan patted Trazin on the shoulder. She took out a flag badge engraved with a double-headed eagle from her personal psychic slit. On the back of the badge was the [Eternity] symbolizing the Dawnbreaker Legion. Sun], some people will call it [Eternal Sun].

[I suggest you wait until the project is over, take this thing as proof of the transaction you and I made, and then go find the real person in charge and beneficiary of this project: my great genetic father. 】

[Tell him to reimburse the debt between us. 】

The Primarch's eyebrows curved.

[Believe me, this is good for you and me: you only need to wait for a while, and you can get a blank page from the most famous old man in the entire human empire...I mean the ruler. With equal paychecks, the Emperor has many more precious objects than you might imagine. 】

"……indeed."

After hesitating for a while, the Lord of Solenams nodded, took the silver badge from the hands of the Primarch, and tentatively agreed with the reimbursement theory proposed by Morgan: But at the same time, Trazin Still full of regrets, I muttered a few words under my breath.

"But it's a pity that this blank check cannot be exchanged for the collection I want most: I have specially prepared an exhibition hall for him. If possible, I would not even mind opening a museum with a personal theme for him, even if it is Financing is not out of the question.”

[I am very interested in the personal theme exhibition hall you mentioned. Maybe it can be included in a possible future cooperation project between the two of us: after all, who can say for sure what will happen in the future? 】

The original body snorted softly and led her art director through the last section of the corridor. She certainly knew who the collection that Trazin was talking about was so cherished: Morgan even felt a little curious. How much can the Father of Genes be sold for in Solernams?

Well, maybe she can get Trazin to sign a ten-thousand-year contract with her: after all, as I said just now, the Necrons don't need to care about the shortness of life, right?

When the original body's finger pressed on the secret door, she was first entertained by the joke in her heart, and then a trace of worry emerged: to be on the safe side, seize this last opportunity, Morgan I decided to confirm with Trazin again.

She turned, and Trazin looked unsurprised by her lingering.

The primarch's voice was low, confusion boiling in her mind.

[Before everything begins, let me ask you one last time, Trazin: Are you sure that the black stone devices in your hands can deal with the will of an evil god in the real universe? 】

"A long-term confrontation is certainly unrealistic."

A relaxed response came from the Necron's vocal instrument.

"But if we are to contend with an advanced subspace creature that cannot use its full strength in a short period of time, such as a few hours or a few days, there is still no problem: if the operation is good, I even have confidence To temporarily drive away the tendrils of the gods.”

[…Then why can’t the black stone device in my hand do this? 】

After a brief silence, the Primarch still asked about the worries in her heart, and her worries were laughed at without any malice by the Lord of Solanamus.

"Do you really know how to use it?"

【……】

Trazin shook his head.

"Forgive me, Ms. Morgan, I didn't mean to make fun of you, but whether it's those black stone fortresses or those black stone devices you secretly obtained, your so-called research on them is laughable: just Like a witch who wants to explain [the spaceship] in magic words.”

"Believe me, although our race does not have a good solution once and for all when facing subspace, but even for me personally: the so-called subspace and the so-called gods have never been unsolvable. of."

"Don't worry about me, worry about your other partners."

【……All right. 】

Morgan thought for a moment, and she soon realized that she actually had no choice but to nod in agreement, then push open the secret door and take Trazin into her throne room: everyone inside was waiting for them, The two most important pieces of this great plan await.

They can't be late.

——————

[I haven't seen so many people in my throne room in a long time. 】

When Morgan opened the secret door, walked out from behind her silver throne, and took her frost crown from the hands of Virgo, her first words filled the entire throne room with joy. Air.

What the Spider Queen said was not wrong: although her throne room was spacious enough to serve as a lounge for three Astartes squads, and she had held grand company commanders' meetings here more than once, but ever since Morgan took charge of the Dawn This was the first time since she joined the Legion that she felt the "crowded" atmosphere in her throne room.

Perched on the supreme throne, the Lord of Avalon could carefully examine every face standing under the steps. These faces were illuminated by the lights in the hall, and Nuceria outside the ship was also looking at the unknown people. The color of blood was projected into the pupils of each of them.

The first thing that caught the eye of the original body were the three Knights of the Round Table, or [Mordred]. They stood silently and proudly at the position closest to the throne. Only Lana, who was standing on the steps, was taller than them. In one step, those forbidden weapons were locked tightly in the sword case made by Morgan himself. No one could detect its aura unless they were pulled out.

These three people are the temporary members of the entire Primarch Guard, and they are also the first winners in the fierce competitive competition: one of them comes from the original Old Guard, the other comes from the Knight Le Fay, the third The three men were originally unknown, just private soldiers. It wasn't until he took up arms and won three-digit consecutive victories in the arena that someone vaguely remembered that it seemed that in the first picture of the Legion's founding, it looked like The figure of this man stood silently beside the Lord of Humanity.

These bodyguards of the original body wore Terminator armor as a matter of course, but the other Dawnbreakers present could not tell what type of armor they were wearing: it looked very much like a cavalry type, but it was different. There are few details and there are many differences.

Only Morgan knew that these special Terminators actually came from the technical drawings given to her by the Lord of Humanity himself, and at the top of the drawings were clearly written the words "Aquila Type": Theoretically only for the Imperial Army. There is actually a modified version of the Eagle type suitable for Astartes warriors? Anyway, the Lord of Avalon does not intend to delve into this issue.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen's playful eyes shifted slightly and came to the deserted circle under the steps on the left: no one wanted to stand there, because there was an uninvited guest standing there, looking arrogant.

The Emperor's Custodes.

When the Dawn Goddess led the Dawnbreaker fleet and just sailed into the Nuceria system, the gunboat set up by the Imperial Guard had already entered the tarmac. He called himself Aquilon, the Emperor's A squad leader in the Guards Corps, this time he was ordered by the Lord of Mankind to maintain contact with the Primarch.

But whether it was the fully armed posture of the Emperor's guard or the unceremonious look in his eyes when he looked at Morgan, it showed that Aquilon had already confused the words "contact" and "surveillance" in private. .

Because of this, when Trazin was able to sneak into the crowd silently, the golden warrior was in a strange state of being semi-surrounded in the throne room, standing slightly far away from Morgan's left hand side. On one side were the Knights of the Round Table who were eyeing him covetously, and on the other side were a large group of Dawnbreaker Captains who were also fully armed and had been summoned by the Primarch. As for behind him, the Primarch of Nostramo was The only two people sitting in the room were staring at the back of the Imperial Guards while leisurely enjoying the fruit plate brought by Virgo.

Midnight Ghost completed the task assigned to him by Morgan very well, and even overfulfilled it: he rushed to the Nuceria system with a three-digit amount of [consumables], and ordered his descendants to remain ready for battle at all times. After that, I came to the [Dawn Goddess] excitedly.

The Lord of Avalon's gaze started with her brother who was enjoying the fruit plate, and then came to the various heirs further away. They also followed Morgan's orders to keep their respective companies in fighting condition at all times, and they did not hesitate to do so. And seized the place of the Twelfth Legion.

As a result, Nuceria maintains a strange state in its low-Earth orbit: Not to mention the almost full deployment of the Twelfth Legion, the Dawnbreakers and Night Lords alone have already brought a large number of warships to the planet. In orbit, including the already huge Emperor's fleet, it was overcrowded.

It seemed as if they didn't want to take back a primarch, but wanted to fight an all-out war.

Although this weird scene sparked a discussion among the company commanders, they couldn't come up with anything. On the contrary, Rana, the only one who knew the inside story, was standing next to the mother of genes and reporting in a low voice.

"Everything is ready, mother: according to your instructions, the drop pods sufficient for ten companies to carry out landing operations are always in launch state. In addition, there are also enough to accommodate a Primarch and have been set up. The airdrop boat at the landing site has also been placed at the location you designated before."

"Contact with the Twelfth Legion has always been open, and so has the Emperor's side."

"In addition, if the situation goes wrong, the remaining ten companies can also go into battle at any time. All heavy weapons and extermination orders are also in the second level alert state: as long as you give the order, I guarantee that the entire Nuceria will be within ten It was completely reduced to scorched earth within five minutes.”

[Don’t worry, the current situation is not that bad yet. 】

Morgan nodded with satisfaction before speaking to comfort his heir.

[We are just preparing things we may need in advance. When things just begin, it doesn’t matter whether it’s me or the Dawnbreaker. The protagonist of this story is my Nuceria brother. , and my genetic father: after all, he was the only one who could bring Angron back from Nuceria intact. 】

[And all we have to do is follow his instructions. 】

"So...we have to wait?"

Rana's transparency made his genetic mother nod with satisfaction. In fact, as the top psyker, Morgan has already felt the psychic energy on the [Emperor's Dream] fluctuating: It's obvious, the Emperor It is exerting force to directly pick up Angron from the surface.

[It doesn’t take long, we just need to wait patiently for a few more seconds: maybe five seconds. 】

After all, the Emperor had promised her that he would summon Morgan as soon as he picked up Angron, and then discuss countermeasures based on Angron's actual situation: taking into account the delay in information and the necessary conditions for the activation of psychic powers. , five seconds is a very normal result.

"Are you sure you want to wait five seconds?"

Lana, who was ordered to retreat, did not say anything. On the contrary, Conrad, who was sitting at the far end, absentmindedly grabbing various berries, squeezing out the juice, and spreading them on baguettes to eat, was interested. Using the spiritual energy fluctuations in his mind, he asked Morgan in the invisible realm.

The weird smile on his face made Morgan's heart skip a beat, but the original body still chose to raise a brow and pretended to refute her Nostramo blood kinship.

[Yes, wait five seconds. 】

As she spoke, Morgan had already felt the huge and angry psychic entity being transported to the Emperor's Dream. The special nature of that battleship prevented her from spying on what was going on inside, but she was still confident. responded to his brother.

Five seconds won't decide anything.

It's not that Morgan has any special expectations for the emperor's emotional intelligence, it's just that, as she just said: What can even her genetic father do in five seconds?

You know, it took Conrad a full thirty seconds to anger Johnson.

When the Lord of Avalon used this dark history to refute his brother, what greeted her was Conrad's laughter. He responded to Morgan quickly, and countless information poured in without even wasting a second.

"You know, Morgan: Although it took me thirty seconds to anger Jonson, it actually took me less than three seconds to ignite the powder keg."

【……】

“For one sentence: five seconds is a lot of time.”

"And for a trapped beast at the end of its rope, a bad word is too important."

【……】

After that, before Morgan could say anything else, he had clearly seen some midnight ghosts from the future, so he stuffed the bread into his mouth, chewed it, and stood up: ready for a fight.

【you……】

"boom!!!"

Before Morgan could say anything else, a stinking wind had already swept through the entire throne room, carrying golden and blood-red storms, and struck hard on the red carpet in front of the throne. The air waves even swept away the two nearest Dawnbreakers. In the dazzling halo, the twisted roars and heart-wrenching breathing hit the ears of everyone present.

Everyone can feel how hasty and reckless this transmission is. And everyone can also feel what kind of monster will be teleported.

Forbidden Army Aquilon, Lana and the three Knights of the Round Table were the first to draw their swords. They were almost as fast. Even Morgan's descendants were faster, while the captains drew their swords even faster. Some were slower. The faster ones were just one step behind Lana and the others, while the slower ones had an obvious gap: this gap was big enough to cut off their heads.

As for the Midnight Ghost, before the first warrior who reacted could draw his sword, he had quietly arrived behind the Imperial Guard Aquilon: even the Emperor's guards did not realize that he was shrouding this gene. Inside the slender ghost of the Primarch.

Because everyone, including Aquilon, was staring at the ominous circle of light. The golden blood-red color became more and more ferocious with the appearance of the figures in the circle, making everyone wrinkle up. He frowned: Even Morgan, who was sitting on the throne comforting himself, couldn't help but begin to accumulate psychic energy fluctuations at his fingertips.

But she was still convincing herself.

impossible……

It's only five seconds.

In five seconds, what could even her genetic father with astonishing wisdom do...

#Like a beast’s roar#

...what about the situation?

【……】

"……hiss……"

The air was filled with Angron's painful sound. After losing the suppression of the Lord of Mankind, the Butcher's Nail dormant inside the skull of the Son of the Mountain began to scream with unprecedented madness. Morgan could hear it clearly.

As the halo faded, everyone could see what the monster that appeared in the throne room looked like: dark skin, red eyes, bloodstains all over the body, pieces of internal organs, and a filthy stench. Behind the skull, which had been tortured beyond recognition by war and killings, strings of black iron wires like reins were tightly bound.

But these are not important, because along with the smell of blood, everyone's eyes quickly discovered the important thing: in Angron's giant hands as big as a bull's head, he was tightly holding a broken golden helmet. There were still faintly broken skulls inside. And the helmet itself is exactly the same as the one on the head of the Imperial Guard Aquilon.

"..."

Everyone knows what this means.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon had to admit that at a certain moment, her vision went dark, and even her thoughts were interrupted for a moment.

this! Only! yes! five! Second! bell! and! already!

【……】

What happened in these five seconds!

The original body on the throne wanted to roar, but it was destined that no one would answer her, because just before Morgan could recover his thoughts, give any instructions or respond to any inquiries, in the center of the throne room, there was a pile of blood. In the summoning array, the abandoned child was looted from Nuceria...

Start taking action.

The Butcher's Nail roared.

Angron, on the other hand, did not hesitate for a moment.

——————

The first to face the wrath of Nukeria's son was Rana.

It would be said that the Chief Guards would not have fallen to this point, but when this golden-red halo of light first appeared, Lana took a few more steps forward and walked down the steps after drawing out his sword. , becoming the person closest to the aperture in fact.

This is not only the chief guard's confidence in his own strength, but also the secret agreement he made with the three Knights of the Round Table: In order to build a good relationship with his three powerful colleagues, Lana promised them that they can defend them unconditionally no matter where they are. The responsibility of being at the Primarch's side and the task of attacking are left to the Praetorian Guard to figure out his own solution.

Various compromises similar to this, as well as his own hard power, allowed Lana, who proposed to the Primarch to eliminate the Old Guard, not only dissipated most of the hostility of the brothers, but was even doing well: at least, these The Knights of the Round Table, whose strength is equal to his, are still willing to continue to admit that Rana is the chief guard of the Lord of Avalon.

But now, the disadvantages of this [expatriate mission] have become apparent.

"!!!"

Even if he was as strong as Lana, he could not resist the Primarch's furious blow. He could not even react: although he was fully armed and had his alert level raised to the highest level, he was still tortured by the Butcher's Nail. As an adult, Angron accurately discovered more than a dozen fatal weaknesses in the body of the Imperial Guard Chief Officer at just his first glance.

Even in the eyes of the irrational Primarch, the well-prepared Guard Chief still kept his door wide open: when the fishy wind of Nuceria blew in front of his eyes, Lana had just realized that An Gronn's movements, the tip of his sword was even cautiously lowered by a few inches, and there was no time to aim at the furious giant palm that was so close at hand.

die!

At this moment, Morgan's head guard felt the breath of death.

This breath was different from any kind of death he had faced in his long military career: if the previous near-deaths were just tests that required him to strive for a miracle with all his strength, then the current smelly breath blew in front of him. The wind is more like a sentence.

Death has already come to the Chief Guard, but he only realized it at this moment.

Lana forgot to breathe, forgot to think, and even forgot to raise his sword. Although every inch of his brain was screaming for danger, his body could not keep up with the speed of thinking. All he could do was watch helplessly as those giant palms of death rushed towards his face.

At the last moment of his life, all the Chief Guards could do was open his mouth: he didn't know what kind of sound he was going to make, maybe it was a cry, maybe it was sharp enough to alert the battle brothers behind him, and thus A cry to defend the Primarch with all possible means.

Or, is it something else?

…

Lana, there is nothing more to think about.

Because at that moment, he heard crazy roars and wild storms coming from the sea of ​​souls, and the collision of giants was staged vividly in front of him.

Because as soon as he opened his lips, before he even had time to take a breath, the giant palms that he could never escape from were already knocked back by the violent energy coming from behind him: everything just happened In the briefest moment, even for an Astartes warrior, this is a moment that is simply difficult to recall.

He only felt that time was frozen, and his body seemed to be wrapped in thunder, but another icy storm dispersed all the thunder. His eyes were dazzled by the great collision of power in front of him, and he appeared He was blind for a moment, and his ears could not hear any sound at that moment, only a buzzing sound.

It wasn't until he was finally captured by gravity and fell to the ground, feeling the pain that he hadn't seen for a long time, that the head guard heard the exclamations around him, felt the color return to the savagery in his pupils, and heard him. His neck was hysterical, sucking in the sound of the sweet air after the disaster.

From the rise of Angron, to the coming of death, and now, the angry son of Nuceria was knocked back, everything that came from the closing of the hell door, from the perspective of the real universe, could not even take half a breath. Only a few traces of the crazy nightmare in his mind remained in Lana's memory.

When he raised his head in confusion, the original body was already standing beside him.

That was his primarch.

She didn't look too happy.

——————

"Stay away from my children, Angron, I will say this only once. 】

[I don’t care why you are going crazy here, put away your minions. 】

Morgan walked to Lana's side, and it only took a moment. When she spoke angry words to Angron, who was knocked back by his psychic power, her face was distorted for various reasons. Get up, this is the terrifying appearance of the Lord of Avalon that has never been shown before the Dawnbreakers.

It was not a false pretense, but Morgan's inability to hide it in his haste: Angron's rise even exceeded the Lord of Avalon's original expectations. To protect his descendants in front of such a furious Primarch, for Morgan It is not easy to squeeze out the spiritual energy that can repel Angron in an instant. Morgan's head fell into darkness, pain, and nothingness after oppression for a long time.

In other words, when the Primarch stood majestically next to her Praetorian Guard, her vision was actually a little blurry: it was a trance caused by extreme pain.

Morgan's anger originated from his heart and from the narrow escape of Rana at his feet.

[Get up and come behind me. 】

The Spider Queen first glanced at Angron, who was knocked away to the gate, and then at her head guard. Her cold tone made Lana finally return to reality completely, and her obedience to the original order made her The Praetorian Guard almost ignored his own posture, climbed up from the ground on his hands and knees, and then came behind the Primarch meekly: no one would even laugh at the embarrassment of Lana's actions.

What's more, before Lana could get up, the Primarch, who felt that he was too slow, even reached out and directly pulled her offspring up and put it on the ground: this action was originally rough, but it turned out that Instinctively, when Morgan put down Lana, it was like putting down a fragile collection.

Then, the Primarch looked at the Dawnbreakers scattered around and gave the same order, including the Knights of the Round Table who were following her footsteps and surrounding her.

【Everyone get behind me. 】

Under the anger, there was extreme calmness and severity: when she found that many people seemed unwilling to obey such orders and just wanted to stand in front of her, Morgan's eyes widened and she said fiercely. The sight was a strange sight that many company commanders saw for the first time.

【Didn’t you hear what I said? ! ! 】

The original body's voice even broke for a moment, and her obvious anger had a corresponding effect: before Angron struggled to get up, all the Dawnbreakers reluctantly came behind Morgan , but the die-hards among them still set up their halberds and kept their forward posture to ensure that they could block the original body at any time.

But Morgan had no time to worry about these details. She had to put all her memory on Angron in front of her. Out of rational considerations, Morgan did not use psychic powers to force Angron to the ground. An invisible cage was drawn around him. When the Son of the Mountain struggled to get up, he found that he had to be trapped in the cage, staring closely at the silver-haired woman with his red eyes.

Morgan waited for a few seconds until she felt Angron's breath gradually stabilized: at least she could hear what she said clearly.

【Anglon. 】

she called.

[My name is Morgan, and I am your blood relative. 】

"..."

The Son of the Mountain just responded with silence. His reaction was not what Morgan expected: he stared at Angron carefully for a few more seconds. After rebuilding his thinking ability in his mind, Avalon decided not to go around in circles anymore.

Being moved by emotion is obviously not useful at this time.

So, Morgan chose to ask directly.

【what do you want? Angron? 】

This question set off a sarcastic smile on the Nucerian's face. He breathed roughly, and his two huge pupils were almost filled with blood. When he stared at Morgan unreasonably, the two rows of Sharp teeth spit out his answer directly.

"That's the problem again."

His voice was so hoarse that the Primarch couldn't even hear him fully, until he began roaring loudly at Morgan, as if he had been angered by the question.

"Then I tell you! No matter how many times you bastards ask me! I tell you: I want to go back! I want to go back to Nuceria! I want to be with my brothers and sisters! I want to get rid of those Fall with those who have broken their own shackles! That is my fate! No matter where you lock me! No matter how many times you bastards ask me! This is my answer! This will always be mine..."

【Can. 】

Before the Son of the Mountain could finish his angry accusation, Morgan used her voice to drown out Angron's angry roar. For this reason, her answer sounded loud and even formed a vibrating echo in the throne room.

In the echo, Morgan saw with satisfaction the shock on Angron's face: The Son of the Mountain didn't even seem to believe that Morgan's answer was a promise and not a lie. So, Morgan smiled, nodded, and said to him eloquently. her brother said again.

[I said: OK. 】

"you……"

[You can return to Nuceria: I will help you go back, Angron. 】

"..."

[If you want: We can return to Nuceria now. 】

As soon as these words came out, not to mention how the Son of the Mountain's eyes widened in shock and surprise, nor the faces of the Dawnbreakers looking at each other, but the Imperial Guard Aquilon who was outside the crowd and indifferent to everything in front of him. , but took an angry step forward.

"You can't do this, Primarch!"

The voice of the Imperial Guard was sharp, so sharp that it attracted countless angry looks.

"The Emperor has issued an order: no one is allowed to set foot on the land of Nuceria without his permission. Neither you nor the Primarch Angron, nor any of you present, can violate it. This order."

【……】

In the anger of the descendant, Morgan just turned his head slightly, allowing a glance from the corner of his eye to be directed at Aquilon: this glance alone was so cold that the Imperial Guard instinctively took a step back. He gritted his teeth and grasped the power halberd in his hand. This action attracted the surrounding Dawnbreakers, who all pointed their swords at this arrogant and unreasonable person.

In the midst of the tense situation, the Primarch only responded with a contemptuous word.

【This is my boat. 】

"But you are the Emperor's..."

Forbidden Army Aquilon only had time to vent his anger halfway: he saw an astonishingly large hand studded with sharp claws, which had already covered his face. The Midnight Ghost lowered his head, and his joking voice was enough to make half He could hear it clearly in the throne room.

"Hush - be quiet."

Having said that, before the Custodes or any of the Dawnbreakers could react, the Midnight Ghost gently tapped the back of Aquilon's neck, causing the Emperor's Golden Guard to roll his eyes and fall straight down. Go down.

The Primarch of the Midnight Legion captured the golden warrior and entrusted him to Virgo, who was watching coldly from the outermost periphery.

"Later, remember to have someone send him back to the Emperor's Dream: He stole my bread on the Dawn Goddess, so I knocked him out in anger."

The primarch chuckled, but his comedy failed to attract any attention, because in the worried eyes of the Dawnbreakers, Morgan had withdrawn her sight, with her hands free, in a candid gesture, towards her Nukai The Riya brothers slowly approached.

She ignored the increasingly nervous breathing of the many heirs behind her, and quietly walked to a distance that was not too far away, but within Angron's acceptable range, and quietly promised her brother.

[Like I said: I can let you return to Nuceria without any conditions. If you want, I can take you to the airdrop cabin now. In ten minutes at most, you will be there again. Standing on that piece of red sand. 】

"..."

Angron did not speak, his face looked extremely red in the distortion, and he stared at Morgan who was smiling in front of him: for a moment, Morgan even thought that Angron would directly pounce on her and attack her, but in fact, [Returning to Nuceria] held a more important position in Angron's heart than Morgan imagined.

Just getting this promise, which sounds very illusory, is still enough to make the Primarch tense his cheeks, grit his teeth, his eyeballs almost bulge out, and his whole face looks extremely ferocious: But even so, but A few seconds later, Son of the Mountain's hoarse but heavy voice still explained that he relied on his willpower to temporarily suppress the fury of the Butcher's Nail.

"take me."

Angron stared into Morgan's eyes, his pupils burning.

"I want to go back!"

The voice is calm, and this calmness is extremely difficult.

【as you wish. 】

Morgan stared at his brother and nodded equally calmly.

Then, she took a step forward, put her hand on Morgan in front of Angron before the sharp blast of any Dawnbreaker could flow into their ears, and silently recited the teleportation spell: The next moment, The two Primarchs disappeared in front of everyone at the same time, leaving only the bloody and ferocious traces on the red carpet of the throne room, and the Forgotten Guardsman Aquilon, whose body was filled with bread by Conrad. .

"..."

"follow me."

In the deathly silence, the only sound was Rana's gritted teeth.

"I know where the Primarch went."

——————

The sudden appearance of Morgan and Angron caused panic on the apron.

The Dawnbreakers and mortal assistants who were on duty almost used all their courage to barely maintain their composure in front of the angry son of Nuceria. They started to move because of Morgan's voice, but it took only a few seconds. In a matter of seconds, a well-prepared airdrop boat appeared in front of the original body.

Morgan didn't even need to say anything else. The moment Angron, as the Primarch, saw the airdrop craft, certain keys in his mind were naturally opened. He determined that this would indeed allow him to Returning to Nuceria's props, the silver-haired woman in front of him did not deceive him on this point after all.

So, Angron remained silent and looked at Morgan deeply.

He didn't say anything, because he had been fighting fiercely against the Butcher's Nail, and the steel barrier in his mind was urging him every moment to dye everything in front of him into a bright red purgatory, and again and again Before he lost control, Angron forced himself and rushed into the airdrop boat. He closed his eyes and curled up like a wild animal, trying his best to suppress the out-of-control Butcher's Nail.

Morgan just looked at her brother quietly. She knew that now was not the time to think. Taking a few steps forward, the Lord of Avalon personally closed the door of the airdrop craft and launched it himself, towards Nukairi. Asia's red sand surface advances.

It was only then that the sounds of chaotic footsteps sounded outside the tarmac. A large group of Primarch guards, legion company commanders, and a figure of a Primarch running wildly in the corridor, must have been on the [Dawn Goddess]. There was quite a commotion everywhere.

Of course, Conrad was the first to appear, followed by the panting Lana, the Knights of the Round Table, and various company commanders. The original body waited quietly for a few seconds until the last company commander also rushed in. , before her heirs could ask questions, Morgan went ahead and issued her order.

[Go back to your company. 】

[Calling all combatants. 】

[In five minutes, we will begin the landing operation against Nuceria: I will personally command this operation and fight alongside you. 】

Without any more words, the company commanders dispersed amidst the loud orders. In the blink of an eye, only Lana, the Knights of the Round Table and Conrad remained in place, and the Lord of Avalon also looked at them. At this time, she turned to her head guard.

[Send a message to the Emperor's Dream: Just say that the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker is determined to start a war of revenge on Nuceria for her brother. 】

"And the Night Lords."

Conrad duly added.

"I have already issued an airdrop command to my battleship: Just as I am on my way here, counting the time, the first batch of Night Lords should have already set off."

[Yes, there is also the Night Lord. 】

Morgan nodded.

After Lana took the order, Midnight Ghost approached his sister, lowered his voice, and expressed his confusion with interest: he seemed really confused.

"Is this part of your plan?"

【...What are you referring to? 】

[Emperor, it’s still Nuceria. 】

"The Emperor is definitely not here: I know you didn't think about those five seconds."

【……】

"So: Return to... Nuceria?"

[Let’s call it that: I’m just following the trend now. Even if the Emperor didn’t throw Angron on my ship, I would take him back to Nuceria. 】

"..."

"Morgan, you should remember that I told you the consequences of returning to Nuceria."

[Of course I remember. 】

The Spider Queen smiled and turned to look directly at her blood relative.

[But if we want to steal something from the God of War, isn't the only way to confront him on the battlefield and to defeat him in every possible way? 】

[Only war can defeat the god in charge of war. 】

"...Hahahahaha!"

Conrad raised his brows. His silence lasted for a moment, and was replaced by a burst of heartfelt laughter. The original body clapped his hands, shook his head, lamented the incomprehensible nonsense, and muttered to himself. Want to join this fun show.

Morgan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She knew that Conrad would definitely go down with her.

So, she turned her eyes and looked at the Knights of the Round Table who were standing silently aside. Morgan picked the one who looked most familiar and assigned him a new mission.

[I forgot one thing: you go to the communication room, dial the communication between us and the Twelfth Legion, and tell those war dogs that the Dawnbreaker Legion is determined...]

"And the Night Lords."

[Yes, the Dawnbreaker Legion and the Night Lords Legion decided to return to Nuceria and fight alongside their genetic father Angron: this would violate the Emperor's order, so...]

…

In the silence, a malicious smile appeared on the Lord of Avalon's lips.

【tell them. 】

[Let them figure it out. 】

——————

"That is how it is, my lord."

Standing in front of the Lord of Mankind, the Imperial Guard bowed slightly.

"The Primarch of the Dawnbreaker and the Primarch of the Night Lords sent this communication to the Emperor's Dream in their common names: Their drop pods have set off, and their number is conservatively estimated to be ten thousand."

+...What about the war dogs? +

"The Twelfth Legion is slower, but all their warships are gathering, and they seem to be preparing to mobilize all the warriors in the fleet to conduct a legion-level airborne operation."

+...+

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment, staring at the floor that had been swept clean: but a few minutes ago, information belonging to the Forbidden Army was still flowing there quietly.

+ Pass my order: Immediately notify all sentry troops, cavalry troops, and Lei Shang troops on the battleship, so that they can immediately prepare to go out with me to fight, first-level combat readiness. +

"Start the battle immediately?"

+ No. +

The Emperor was silent for another moment.

+ Get them ready. +

+Then...+

…

…

+ etc. +