Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 475 In that place that Horus never deserves to know...

+ However, no matter what the Blood God thinks of you, there is one fact that we cannot change: that is, our war with the Blood God is not over yet, and now is not the time to relax our vigilance. +

+After Nuceria, we have to face another problem: that is the legacy of the Blood God left in Angron's brain, which is its last and strongest card. +

+The Butcher's Nail is still rooted in Angron's mind. As long as this pain-making machine can still operate, all our efforts will still be at risk of being wasted: after all, neither you nor I can stay in An'an forever. Gronn's side, and if others are allowed to supervise the Butcher's Nail...+

+ is neither easy nor realistic. +

When he said the last sentence, the Emperor's tone became obviously dull. Perhaps he had indeed seriously considered the possibility of setting up some [regulators] in the Twelfth Legion: for example, the most worthy ones under his command Trusted Custodes guards?

However, after thinking for a moment, even the Emperor had to give up this fantasy.

Indeed, the loyalty of the Custodes is always trustworthy, but this does not mean that their abilities are also the same: the Custodes may be confident that they are not inferior to the Primarch, but as co-founders, the gap between the Primarch and the Custodes is , the emperor is still clear in his heart.

He knew how fragile even the strongest and most astute Custodes would become in the face of the primarch with a little intention: both Alpharius and Angron had explained this truth to the Lord of Mankind with facts.

Therefore, instead of sending a few forbidden troops, the plan that Morgan explained to him before the Nuceria special operation sounded more feasible: although it required a lot of unstable alien technology, which was dangerous A highly sexual and blasphemous scheme.

But it doesn't matter, he is the emperor of the human empire. He can put a stamp on any document, indicating that these alien technologies are actually long-lost technologies from the golden age of mankind, but have been temporarily stolen by aliens. That's all: after all, no one understands Mankind's Golden Age better than the Emperor.

Thinking of this, the last bit of ideological disputes in the Lord of Humanity's heart disappeared. His eyes moved away from the carved buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling window and shifted to his genetic daughter: all the thoughtful thoughts added up to less than a moment. , when the emperor's eyes came over, Morgan's brain was still stuck on the question about the [God of Fear, Excitement and Blood].

The Lord of Avalon greeted the Emperor's next words in a dazed state.

+ What's more, I haven't decided yet whether to send the Imperial Guard to each legion of Astartes and let them serve as my spokesperson in each legion or expedition fleet to resolve unnecessary conflicts. +

【……etc? 】

The emperor's words made the Lord of Avalon continue to fall into a daze.

[You...you...what on earth were you talking about just now? Father? 】

The emperor glanced at his daughter. He was obviously more patient than before, and even the words he used to explain sounded much slower and clearer.

+I said that I was considering whether to arrange for some imperial troops to be stationed in the expedition fleets of various legions as my spokesperson after I return to Holy Terra, to mediate conflicts that may break out among these fleets: But this It's just an idea of ​​mine. +

【Ah...that's it...】

Morgan took a deep breath.

+What's wrong with you? +

[Nothing, I’m just trying to feel your profoundness. 】

At that moment, countless thoughts, torrents and malice roared through the Primarch's mind: she simply couldn't understand how the Emperor managed to use every word she knew to stitch together a sentence that she completely understood. If you don’t understand.

Imperial Guards? Sent to the Legion? To mediate possible conflicts? Is there any necessary connection between the subject, predicate and object? Or do you actually want to do what the Thunder Warriors did to some disobedient Custodes, but this time with the help of the Astartes?

Morgan narrowed his eyes.

The chaos and disorder in the primarch's mind only lasted for a moment before she was ruthlessly suppressed by the iron fist of her reason. The question that was almost blurted out from her mouth also reminded her of what the Emperor had asked before, such as [Warmaster] or... [Terra Council] After such astonishing wisdom, it disappeared into the throat unknowingly.

Forget it, it's not the first time...

Her genetic father is like this: just get used to it, just muddle along, why can he still run away from home?

A helpless breath passed over the Lord of Avalon's upper lip. Morgan blinked, looked directly into the Gene Father's pupils, and asked the only question she cared about at the moment.

[I have no opinion on this... 】

[However, I would like to ask: Will you also set up these spokesmen of yours in my Dawnbreaker or the Far Eastern Frontier? 】

+No. +

The emperor glanced at his daughter, then took a step forward, motioning for Morgan to follow, and together they walked to the left side of the room, where there was a giant relief group occupying the entire wall, with a rather ancient The heroic legends that span time are told in this way: from St. George's dragon slaying to the day when the Lord of Mankind announced the Great Crusade on Terra, thousands of years of history are exquisitely condensed into a glance.

But neither the Emperor nor Morgan were in the mood to appreciate these masterpieces that made Fulgrim and Sanguinius sigh. They walked along these reliefs into the corner of the room, and the Lord of Mankind was there. On the bookcase, he was rummaging for something, while his daughter stood behind him with her hands behind her back, waiting silently.

I saw the emperor taking out miscellaneous items from the bookcase one after another: books, scrolls, paperweights and blue plans, which soon piled up on the table. Morgan glanced at these papers quietly, and recorded on them Some extremely advanced bioscience technologies.

The Lord of Humanity continued to search and continued the topic just now.

+ You can’t, Guilliman can’t, neither of you can. +

【Because of our specialness? 】

+ Guilliman is the reason, but you have another reason...

The emperor's fingers were obviously sluggish.

+ I once asked my imperial army if they were willing to be my spokesperson and stationed in various legions. Most of them were unwilling to give up their mission of protecting me, but they still said that they would abide by all the orders I gave, even Many people would even volunteer to go to Macragge to monitor Guilliman's whereabouts. +

[Ahem, actually Robert...]

+I know. +

Just when Morgan was about to defend a certain Macragge whose reputation was so bad that even she felt sorry for her, the Lord of Mankind interrupted his daughter with arrogant words, and at the same time tilted his head, A moment of silence: As a psyker, Morgan was able to sense that her genetic father seemed to be using his powers to summon one of his subordinates.

+ I know that Guilliman will not easily break his oath to me: the rise of the Human Empire is also something he longs to see, and he is the purest pursuer of the Great Crusade. +

+ What's more, our Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds has never been able to catch up: even if he rebels, it is better to wait for him to rebel than to wait for Dorne to voluntarily abandon his fortress. +

【...You are right. 】

Morgan nodded. She suddenly felt that she did not need to speak for Guilliman: the Emperor even disdained the possibility of rebellion by the Lord of Macragge. Is there a safer attitude in the galaxy?

Morgan felt that the next time she met Guilliman, she should congratulate her Macragge brother.

But then again...

[Then what is my second reason? 】

Faced with Morgan's inquiry, her genetic father did not answer immediately, but continued to look for the items he needed. When he was done more than ten seconds later, the Lord of Humanity turned around and counted the hills in front of him. After counting the books, he looked at his daughter and answered Morgan's confused questions word by word.

+The Imperial Guards under my command are generally unwilling to go to your Avalon. Because they said that they did not want to be like the Dawnbreakers, becoming a group of greedy fat guys, hopeless maternal elements, or playing Monopoly or Bridge with those mortals during their breaks, and occasionally losing. Fool: Although I personally don’t actually hate that last point. +

【……】

Morgan raised a brow.

[Has my Dawnbreaker’s reputation in the empire reached this level? 】

+At least that’s the case on Terra. +

The Emperor just looked into Morgan's pupils and nodded seriously.

+ However, your legion is not low in popularity among mortals. In Terra's shop, the dolls of the Dawnbreaker Legion and the Salamander Legion are the best-selling ones, followed by the Emperor's Children and Holy Blood. Angel: Mortals always like to listen to reports that are favorable to them, and the Dawnbreakers have the most deeds in this regard. Everyone knows that your descendants and Vulkan's descendants are the legions most enthusiastic about humanitarian aid. +

[Ah, of course: that's good. 】

Morgan smiled: she didn't think calling Mercy alongside Salamander would be a bad thing.

[But it sounds like, at least your imperial army doesn’t like me. 】

+ They don't like anyone, their duty demands it. +

The emperor turned around, hugged the books and scrolls in his arms, and at the same time, stuffed quite a few of them into his daughter. When he had a free arm, searching for the button of the secret door on the relief, he There was even a hint of strange pride in his tone when he mentioned the Forbidden Army.

+ Some of them are even brave enough to contradict me in public: for example, my guard Diocletian, who has no fear of anyone in the empire and no respect for them. +

[…I don’t think this is an advantage. 】

The mocking voice of the Primarch sounded behind the Emperor. Morgan obviously remembered the Imperial Guard named Diocletian: Although the Emperor's Golden Guards generally did not have much favorable impression of the Lord of Avalon, people like Diocletian The kind of guy who openly displays his hostility and contempt directly in front of Morgan will indeed impress the original body.

[You once told me that the Imperial Guard was one of the gifts you left for mankind. However, I don’t think ordinary people would be able to accept Diocletian’s gift, and I don’t think he would accept it from the bottom of his heart. Protect mortals. 】

+But he will protect mortals because of my order, and that is enough. +

The Emperor pressed down the gem on the hilt of St. George's sword, and a passage wide enough for him and the Primarch to walk side by side unfolded on the blood-stained armor of the dragon-slaying warrior. Before, the Lord of Mankind looked at his daughter with a smile.

+ After all, the mission I give to everyone is different, and you don't all need to be saints or perfect: just like I would appoint my Sagittarius as Warmaster, or allow Ferrus to keep those of his brothers A secret weapon that will never be known, because this is their mission. +

+ But from another perspective, no matter how outstanding they are, I can never let them know that my room No. 1 is also connected to my most important private laboratory: except for you, any of your No blood brother will know the existence of this laboratory, because this is your mission only, and it is what you need to do well. +

[What if my ability is insufficient? 】

Morgan held a mountain of books in her arms that could cover her face, and smelled a wonderful smell in these scrolls: it was a strange smell mixed with the smell of ancient sawdust and the thickness of undried ink, which seemed to indicate these Books are not compiled using methods known to ordinary people.

+So, I am here too. +

The Emperor nodded and motioned for his daughter to follow him.

+Although I am not omnipotent, at least for now, I can still provide you with sufficient shelter and guidance, as well as technical support at critical moments: I am not the greatest being among mortals, but I have witnessed the greatness walking in the world. The way the world looks like, we also remember the glorious shadows of the past. +

[More than that, you simply never forget those great dead. 】

The words of the original body were somewhat sharp: she knew that the memory of the so-called golden age in the past was the main motivation for many of the Emperor's strange thoughts and actions in the political field. It was also what she personally believed to be the greatest influence on the Lord of Mankind. [uncontrollable factors].

But the Emperor didn't mind this at all.

+Maybe...+

He paused, and the shadow disappeared into St. George's resolute face.

+ Come with me: Just as you need my expertise, now I need the crazy ideas in your head and the legacy of your disposable alien friends. +

+ We only have one chance to get No. 12 back on track. +

[It’s Angron, father. 】

Morgan corrected this.

The Emperor chose to ignore it.

+Before he succeeded, he was not Angron of the Empire: he was just Number Twelve. +

[Just like a long time ago, I was only number two in your eyes? 】

+...+

——————

+That's right. +

The hallways on the Emperor's Dream are almost endless, making it hard to imagine that this is just a battleship and not a continent. In the dimly lit metal hall, Morgan wants to follow in the footsteps of her genetic father and avoid those A defensive trap that is enough to threaten her.

In the shadows, the Lord of Avalon could also glimpse the defenders hiding in impossible places, paying silent tribute to their lord, while also turning their eyes unreservedly on the primarch. .

They are also forbidden troops, but their armor is almost black, and compared to their arrogant colleagues outside, these silent warriors can give the Spider Queen a dangerous atmosphere: some of them may be weaker than Waldo, and in the end At least it won't be too different.

These priceless defense arrays and defenders were not useless. On the way to the laboratory, the Primarch saw the remains of at least six failed assassins, which were perfectly preserved and embedded in the On the wall, it seemed to be used as some kind of decoration: but Morgan couldn't understand the aesthetics of it.

She never thinks that the skulls or other human organs commonly used in the human empire are worthy of reference. On her [Dawn Goddess], the Lord of Avalon will use those memorable victories and heroic figures to make them. Statues, reliefs, and changing paintings are decorated in places that can be seen by every ordinary person. The owners of those statues will also pass by in the corridors, feeling proud of the achievements they have made.

In addition, she will also decorate her battleship with fountains, green plants, resting seats, classic bookshelves, automatic drink machines and even miniature ornamental gardens, trying to shape it into a suitable What life looks like: Rather than blindly preaching sincerity and devotion in the ears of mortals, or shaping his battleships into depressing barracks, Morgan feels that it is better to let mortals live a better life and let them have a more natural attitude toward battleships. A sense of belonging.

After all, the fear of losing a good life is enough to inspire extraordinary courage in these mortal warriors: loyalty is never the only reason for people to fight.

This is proven.

The original body withdrew her gaze, and a small trace of pride flowed from her chest. She had defeated her genetic father in her own field: but in addition, Morgan could also win in this dim corridor. Here, I feel more things.

For example, both the Forbidden Soldiers in black armor and the secret laboratory they were approaching seemed to indicate that the Lord of Avalon was getting more and more deeply involved in the real development of the Human Empire. In the core world.

It has nothing to do with conquest and honor, nor war and bloodshed, but something more peaceful, calmer, and more ruthless. It is being held in the hands of the emperor and slowly and completely unfolding in front of her.

This feeling reached its peak when they walked to the door of the laboratory.

And the moment the Emperor's hand touched the door of the laboratory, out of some inner instinct, Morgan asked a question behind her genetic father.

【Father. 】

+What's wrong? +

The Emperor paused and turned to look at his daughter.

[I’m thinking: What will happen if my plan fails? 】

As she spoke, Morgan stared directly into the Emperor's pupils. She wanted to get the truest answer from the Lord of Humanity's pupils, but what greeted her was just the same indifference as before.

+ No, you will lose a brother, I will lose an heir: things will turn out to be what they were before we worked hard, which will be disappointing, but not unacceptable. +

【……】

Morgan licked her lips, an idea forming in her mind.

[In other words, no matter what, you will let Angron lead his army. 】

Morgan's question made the Emperor raise his eyebrows, and he was silent for a moment before adding a hint of smile to his voice.

+ Not necessarily. +

【Um? 】

+Actually, even if you fail completely, I still have a way to make No. 12 work for me. It’s just adding a lost original body. As for the War Dog Legion... +

+ Someone has to lead them. +

【...Horus? 】

+ He is not a client. I need to be a client and let her come. +

The Emperor smiled, looking into his daughter's eyes in turn.

+Do you understand? +

[I understand...I...will try my best. 】