Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 601: War Begins

[It's really rare. With that little crow's personality, he would write to me to criticize these insignificant things: we are about to meet. ]

[Colonial Joint Stock Company? Is it another little toy from Luther? ]

"It looks like it, mother."

Following closely behind the Spider Queen, Virgo nodded, focusing on the numbers on the record board in her hand that were related to thousands of lives, until the light in front of her was suddenly swallowed by darkness. Morgan's eldest daughter raised her head belatedly, only to find that they had walked into the shadow area.

Looking along the shadow, I saw only space elevators that went deep into the clouds above the sky. Above, the Imperial Navy fleet that covered most of the world cast an endless shadow: 100,000 Astartes warriors and nearly 100 million assistants wandered in it, and the world under their feet and the giant orbital space station built with it as the center could easily accommodate such a destructive force.

Hell Rock, the most important naval fortress of the Far Eastern Frontier in the northern part of the Milky Way, is stationed with hundreds of warships of all sizes. The site was personally selected by Spider Queen Morgan forty years ago, and built by three forge worlds in cooperation: and both the construction process and the subsequent commissioning are jointly supervised by more than 300 warriors from the Dawnbreakers and the Night Lords.

The reason is simple, because the property rights of the Hell Rock Naval Fortress and even the Hell Rock storage world itself belong to the Dawnbreakers and the Night Lords. Morgan and Conrad are the common owners of this universe fortress, and this is also the most important dividing line between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Ghoul Kingdom in the northern part of the Milky Way.

Starting from this place, heading south is the Gurgrad district of Avalon, which is an important northern frontier town and an important mineral area in the Far East Frontier. There are hundreds of fortress worlds, veteran colonies and the forge world Gurgrad: one of the earliest partners of the Spider Queen. If this cruel and stubborn ally is defeated, it will be possible to advance to the core kingdom of the Queen of Avalon.

Heading east, after a short warp voyage, you can reach Nostramo, the home planet of the Midnight Lords Legion, which has now become the most important military base and trade port of the Empire in the northeast of the galaxy.

Hundreds of representatives of forge worlds are stationed outside the royal court of the Midnight Ghost. They will use all means for each batch of newly mined adamantium resources and each cabin of [exclusive goods] shipped from the ghoul stars: there is never a lack of broken limbs and arms left after [academic exchanges] in the undeveloped wilderness of Nostramo, but even the most brutal believers dare not disobey the laws set by the Midnight Lord.

If the transaction quota of their own forge world is deducted for this, then what awaits them is definitely not just the gentleness of death.

And if they start from this point and head north or west, then the journey will not be very pleasant: because the Ullanor Orc Empire has already expanded to the vicinity, and countless green waves are carrying all kinds of strange garbage ships, charging at the Imperial Expeditionary Force entrenched here.

These races that are eager to fight and have no rules in terms of behavioral logic or science and technology can always exceed the expectations of the Imperial military personnel: you know, Morgan's staff team and the Ministry of Internal Affairs originally thought that it would take at least fifteen years for the Greenskin Empire to expand to the border of Avalon.

But in fact, after feeling that there are enough waaagh! opponents in Avalon, the Greenskins' vanguard fleet plunged directly into the subspace, and drove around indiscriminately in the storm and cracks: when they came out again, they had already arrived not far north of Hell Rock.

Too waaagh.

With these pioneers, thousands of greenskin warbands were guided by the orcs' unique telepathy, and rushed into the subspace in a disorderly manner, and then accurately jumped to the same target location: the terrifying greenskin army passed hundreds of reconnaissance posts and patrols, and suddenly appeared north of the border of Avalon, and swept a large number of imperial worlds in the northern part of the galaxy into the occupied area at one time.

Too greenskins.

Of course, Morgan knew that it was impossible for all greenskins to get lucky, and a more likely explanation was: because of the greenskins' racial talent that developed more and more in battle, the size of the Ullanor Orc Empire was already able to support the greenskins to research [precise interstellar teleportation], which was enough to make the emperor drool.

It really makes people tremble just thinking about it.

(Yes, the greenskins in the original novel can really invent the technology to accurately teleport dozens of planetary units at the star field level, but it is not Ullanor, but the beast: imagine that dozens of greenskin versions of the world engine are suddenly teleported to the face of Holy Terra, which is what the greenskins did in the official history.)

(By the way, the beast greenskins in the Beast Wars even have a special diplomatic department and diplomats. They can even send orc ambassadors to hold talks with the High Lords Council of the Empire [yes, the High Lords Council!]: I can only say that GW is really beyond your imagination when it comes to wind.)

And the only thing to be thankful for is that greenskins are just greenskins after all.

After navigating through the subspace in a daze, these orc tribes and warbands that have no affiliation with each other and are generally classified as the Ullanor Empire soon fought each other over issues such as [who is the boss who can lead this waaagh], and carried out terrifying slaughters in several star regions.

Although these brutal wars attracted a steady stream of greenskins, they eventually bought time for the human empire: Morgan calmly dispatched his own forces, and did not forget to issue the highest order of general mobilization to the Night Lords' ghoul kingdom.

Because according to the agreement between the two parties, if any large-scale battle breaks out when the Midnight Ghost is unable to withdraw due to reasons such as the Ghoul Expedition, then the Spider Queen has the power to take over the power that originally belonged to Conrad.

But on the other hand, Conrad did not have the power to command the Far East Frontier in full. He could only rely on the identity of Morgan's brother and ally to extract a large amount of supplies from the Far East Frontier at any time and anywhere: Midnight Ghost was quite satisfied with this unfair agreement, after all, he knew his own level of governance.

So, Sevitar and 30,000 veterans of the Eighth Legion were soon summoned: they were either Terrans, or Nostramos who had participated in at least one Ghoul Expedition, accompanied by half of the Black Armor Guards and the second Glory Queen that the Eighth Legion had just built.

Taking this opportunity, Conrad directly made this giant ship the flagship of Prince Sevatar of the Crows: and the other soldiers of the Eighth Legion had no objection to this. When they lined up in front of the Spider Queen, Sevatar seemed to be the Primarch when the Primarch was away.

In the face of these reinforcements, Morgan's first order was to ask Sevatar to leave at least 10,000 soldiers to stay in the star zone near Nostramo to protect the emerging colonies and industrial worlds that had been established with great difficulty in the Ghoul Kingdom.

Afterwards, the Primarch reviewed the sons of Conrad who were going to go with her, and the brand new Queen of Glory, on the orbital space station of Hell Rock: as if to play a harmless joke with Conrad's Nightfall, after Sevatar and his confidants discussed with each other, the second Queen of Glory of the Eighth Legion had a strange name.

Dawn.

Morgan didn't understand the meaning, but looking at the sons of Conrad who were so stifled that their faces looked a little weird, the Primarch didn't ask much: her second order to Sevatar was that she could act freely before the fleets of the four legions were officially assembled, and she knew that this was the best way to use Sevatar.

So, the Prince of Crows left 15,000 people for the Spider Queen, and he himself took the remaining 5,000 people and a small fleet and plunged into the stars in the north of Hell Rock: Morgan watched the departure of this force, and in the following half a month, the intelligence sent back by Sevatar filled the desk of the Lord of Avalon.

When the Spider Queen asked Sevatar to turn back for the sixth time, Corax's letter of accountability also came to her desk, and along with it came the news that the fleets of Chagatai Khan and Fulgrim had arrived, and behind them was the 19th Legion of the Raven King.

The Eastern Front Legion can finally set off.

You mean Jonson?

Presumably the Calibans can take care of themselves and speed up to catch up.

After confirming this, the Primarch freed herself from the cage of documents. She walked all the way from the office on the surface to the shadow of the space elevator group. While asking her subordinates to prepare the transport plane back to the battleship, she opened the letter sent to her by Corax.

So, there was the confusion and ridicule of the Spider Queen at the beginning.

And the reason for the ridicule...

[Because Corax's words are really weird, aren't they? ]

Morgan rubbed his fingers, and the letter in his palm was burned out.

[Although I don't know much about Luther's Colonial Joint Stock Company, I remember Conrad told me about the East India Company: he used this historical allusion to ridicule my cooperation with the Rogue Traders, as if this was a bottom-breaking thing in the cruel and ruthless empire. ]

"But some of your Rogue Traders really make people feel uneasy, mother."

[I know. ]

Morgan grinned, and the hint of murderous intent leaked made Virgo tremble.

【Do you think the Rogue Trader Permit I gave them is really just a piece of paper that represents power? There is a drop of my blood on it, and the blood of a psychic is not so easy to get rid of? 】

"If they betray..."

【That drop of blood is enough to ensure the death of the entire family. 】

"Well, if they are loyal..."

【Then they will be more loyal. 】

Morgan licked his lips.

【As long as they still inherit the blood permit, these Rogue Traders will be more loyal with each generation. 】

"Is that so...but they are still cruel."

【What does it have to do with me? 】

The Primarch raised his eyebrows.

【The Great Crusade brought no less than a million worlds to the current human empire, and there are at least 80,000 worlds as cruel as the East India Company: every year, so many imperial worlds or human colonies are sentenced to ten generations or even longer hard labor for resisting the rule of the empire. Does he think these people will be put in heaven? 】

"Even if this point is excluded, his accusation against Luther is untenable."

Virgo nodded.

"After all, Lord Luther was very cautious when setting up the Colonial Stock Company: he would only set up such an efficient but extremely inhumane exploitation organization in those surrendered alien worlds, cursed prisoner worlds, or filthy worlds where humans and aliens are hybridized."

"And the power of those pure imperial worlds will be protected as much as possible."

(Yes, the Great Crusade sometimes tolerates the existence of aliens, as long as it does not exceed certain bottom lines of the Empire. A typical example is Fulgrim's Lar sword: the Terran government originally wanted to They can be peacefully accommodated under the rule of the Empire, as long as they don't engage in interstellar travel and colonization, but Fulgrim insists on going to war.)

[I understand Corax's concerns. 】

The primarch smiled.

[After all, this system can indeed extort more benefits: It is inevitable that the bastards on Terra will not extend this system to more worlds, or even to pure mortals. Such absurdity It's not like this has never happened before. 】

"With the Emperor and Malcador here, I believe the Council of Terra will not be too rampant."

[The Emperor is about to return. 】

[As for Malcador? Thank God he can mind his own business. 】

"You hate Malcador?"

[No, I respect him. 】

The primarch sighed.

[Just because I respect him, I know there are limits to his abilities. 】

[Just like Luther. 】

"That's right, mother... just like Lord Luther."

Virgo tapped his temples and sorted out all the corresponding numbers: Caliban and the Alliance's Far Eastern Frontier have always maintained a high degree of information sharing. Both sides are very aware of the other's latest changes, and even developed a system based on this. Further cooperation.

Morgan didn't mind having her Forge World allies offer more favorable orders to Luther's Caliban Alliance, and Luther reciprocated, opening the door to the operations of the Dawnbreaker Home Office in the Galactic Northwest: and even more. , using the old knight's kindness as a stepping stone, Reza even began to look for new allies behind Mars.

For example, a group of powerful forging worlds led by Underworld No. 8, Lucius and Agrippina are extremely envious of Reza's wonderful status quo of being able to separate himself in the Maelstrom area: no one wants to serve in the area. Under the tyranny and despotic power of Mars, if you can gain relative freedom by paying more, then these exiled Omnissian believers will be unexpectedly generous.

Morgan was well aware of Reza's behavior in the forging world, but he still turned a blind eye. As long as the orders of the Dawnbreakers were not delayed, the Spider Queen actually had no control over the struggle for power within the Mechanicus. Not much interest.

The Lord of Avalon has always had only one strongest guarantee for Reza: if any foreign enemy, including Mars, brings the flames of war to Reza's homeland, then the Dawnbreaker Legion will use all its power to help their friends Defeat any incoming enemies.

And this cold guarantee is precisely where Reza's greatest confidence lies at this time: with Morgan's power endorsement, the Forge World begins to extend its tentacles to the west of the galaxy, trying to surround Mars from all directions, even if it is cut off. It didn't matter, as long as he retracted under Morgan's wings in time before Mars' wrath erupted, the Forge General could only swallow it with his teeth.

"Do you think Firestar and the Forge Generals will tolerate this forever?"

【What does it have to do with me? 】

Morgan asked rhetorically.

[You know, Anya: My ambition has never crossed the maelstrom, reaching the solar star field or even beyond. What does Mars have to do with me? Except for Mr. Rand who works in Avalon...]

[By the way, where is Rand? 】

"The information indicates that he has a science lecture on the Dawn Goddess today."

【That’s just right. 】

Morgan looked up. Her personal airship, the Oberon, had arrived.

[I can take Jaghatai or Fulgrim or go to a lecture and discuss the next strategic deployment: Has Sevatar not come back yet? 】

"Arrived in twelve hours."

[Great, we'll be ready to go as soon as they arrive. 】

Morgan waved his hand, signaling Virgo to pass on his message.

Then, she looked into the distance and muttered to herself in the deserted space.

【bring it on……】

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[Let me see your performance. 】