Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Come here, Conrad. 】

[Let me tell you a joke. 】

"I'm not interested."

[It’s about some old bastard. 】

"Then I'm very interested."

The Primarch of the Night Lords Legion was cocooning on his exclusive lounge chair, his pale horse face rolling back and forth on the silk, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams and air, and it was wrapped casually by him. The black robe has long been dragged to the ground, becoming an afternoon tea dessert for the round automatic sweeping robot and the little man in the robe who came out to wander around.

"You still have it?"

Midnight Ghost used all his strength to successfully turn over and lie down on the bench. He accidentally glanced at the little alien squatting on the automatic sweeping robot with its butt sticking out, and he picked it up smoothly: the slender His fingers easily suppressed the alien's dissatisfaction, and while feeling the unique psychic aura on his body, he casually asked his blood relatives questions.

【It will always be useful. 】

The Spider Queen crossed her legs, and her long silver-white hair was combed into a neat ponytail. Each hair strand was carefully and thoroughly stretched, revealing a large snow-white forehead: just looking at it, Conrad felt that his forehead It hurts. As a victim of the same long hair, Midnight Ghost knows very well how much effort and suffering it takes to pull the long hair so tightly.

Not a hair is out of place.

Anyone who can tie a ponytail so harshly and cleanly is a ruthless person.

but……

"Why are you approving documents again?"

Conrad bent a finger, hooked the chin of the little man in robes with his fingertips, and stroked its belly with his side fingertips. He easily got into trouble with this little guy, and watched the sweeping robot. After chewing one end of his robe until it burst, and then being silently carried away by Virgo, Conrad turned his head in time: a document that was blown by the breeze almost hit his eye. .

When I picked it up and looked at it, it was still a digital book that gave people a splitting headache.

"It's not me, Morgan: you seem to be approving more and more documents recently."

"I haven't heard of any large-scale expansion in your Far Eastern frontier."

"Still didn't bring your little brother with you?"

[Can’t we expand internally? 】

The Spider Queen glanced at ten lines, signed a page of documents about sector assets, picked a seal to stamp, and then placed it in the front left position: relevant documents will be sent to the side by Virgo every five minutes. In the Hall of Sword Pens, it will be handled in detail by the Legion Council who is on duty today, and the results of their discussion will be reviewed again by the original body.

Inefficient administrative processes.

Conrad grinned half of his mouth, letting out a disdainful laugh from his fangs.

It’s really incredible, I really can’t imagine why a person like Morgan... hiss...

The original body was shaking his head secretly, lamenting that his eldest sister would actually make such an inefficient and cumbersome mistake on such a small issue of processing documents, when a sentence that had been forced into his mind decades ago was The words inside quietly resurfaced at this moment.

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Any rule that seems bizarre has its own reasons in the past.

Conrad lowered his eyebrows and wiped his thin lips. He couldn't help but think back to Nostramo at this time, and the layers of differences he had with each old model ship: these seemed to be nothing but looking for trouble. Isn't this a useless program because a few decades ago, a space hulk that looked no different from a time-honored transport ship slipped into the Imperial space under the eyes of the Night Lords?

The three worlds paid for it: and the honor of the Eighth Legion: the entire company responsible for the inspection voluntarily donned red gloves

Thinking of this, the Primarch's fingers couldn't help but become heavy, and the little man in the robe in his arms immediately fought back. Conrad absentmindedly dealt with the little guy's bite, and at the same time raised his ears to listen to Morgan's words: He jumped from the recliner He stood up neatly, frowning and feeling the fatigue deep in his soul.

Another bad sleep.

[Here's the thing, Conrad. 】

Morgan was writing rapidly, her spiritual energy guiding the documents, forming a snow-white storm above her head, but the other hand of the Spider Queen lay lazily in the center of a large pile of seals: each little Each object is engraved with its own power, and they symbolize every thread in the Spider Queen's hands.

Legion Council, Ministry of the Interior, High Senate of Avalon, Commander of the Navy, Headquarters of the Queen's Guards, General Administration...

With just a touch of ink, thousands of lives will turn like gears.

"that power."

Conrad whispered this word: at least in his cognition, there is nothing better than standing aside and watching his sister sign the next order easily and freely, pressing the seal in her hand again and again, It better reflects the inherent meaning of the word power.

In comparison, their common father, the Emperor, was too lazy, and Malcador was just a servant with little authority. Guilliman's position was quite suitable, but his behavior made him unable to be respected: Horus simply lacked this experience, and he had almost no such awareness.

The Wolf Shepherd's understanding of power seems to be limited to holding the barrel of a gun tightly. Although Conrad believes that Horus will learn quickly, at least at this moment, the Lord of the Luna Wolves will never be able to say such a thing. Discourse:

[Some things don’t even need to be thought about: since we will arrive in Ullanor tomorrow, and Malcador is waiting for us there, then our respected Mr. Sealbearer will definitely grab my and Guilliman’s pigtails, He asked us to settle the tax issue with him there, and then some hard and soft tactics would be inevitable. 】

"Ah...that's interesting."

Midnight Ghost raised his voice without sincerity and sang an aria. He held the little man in the robe in his arms and sat down opposite Morgan leisurely. He already had a virgin seat in his palm. While he was busy, he gave it to The berry juice he brought was cold.

"It's been so many years, and you still haven't finished discussing this tax issue?"

[Tax is never a small issue. 】

Morgan smiled quickly.

[Seriously, if Malcador is willing to hand over all the tax rights of the Far Eastern Frontier and its surrounding areas to me, then he and I can reach a final agreement in the next second, and I can even make concessions in many aspects: But You can ask our Master Seal. 】

[Does he dare to do this? 】

[So, since the Master of the Seal wants to extend his hand into the private land of a few of us under the guise of taxing, don’t blame me for continuing to fight with him: anyway, time is on our side on this issue. , Guilliman and I are actually not in a hurry. 】

"Whatever."

Midnight Ghost yawned.

"Anyway, I have outsourced Nostramo's tax issues to you. You can discuss these matters with Guilliman privately: but I think he should be more anxious than you. After all, his Five Hundred Worlds are really related to The Sun Star Domain is adjacent to each other, this is an indisputable fact.”

【yes. 】

Morgan nodded, his writing paused for a rare moment, and his blue pupils shone with a chilling light.

[Sooner or later they will have conflicts. 】

[Terra, and Guilliman: Once the Emperor leaves the front lines of the Great Crusade, who can suppress the friction between these two behemoths? Neither I nor Horus can do it. Only the Emperor can assume the role of arbiter, and his departure is destined to light the fuse. 】

"But I think Horus would be willing to be such an arbiter."

The Primarch snorted.

"Then again, what does this kind of thing have to do with your Avalon's internal affairs?"

[The relationship is huge. 】

The Spider Queen picked out a page from her pile of documents that didn't look that complicated, and then slapped Conrad on the face. Midnight Ghost took a closer look and saw that it recorded every detail of a galaxy. There are a variety of financial and internal affairs figures, and there are hundreds of annotations and extension symbols that can be used to guide hundreds of other documents.

[In the name of taxation, I can clean up every star district and even every galaxy in the Far Eastern Frontier. I have wanted to do this for a long time: my Avalon and your Nostra It's no different. You are on the military frontline, and there will be no changes to the larger settlements and fortresses. However, on my Far Eastern border, colonization and development are going on all the time. 】

[If I don’t check it every ten years, the information in my hand will be just a pile of waste paper. 】

"I understand."

Conrad nodded eagerly and put the document aside.

It makes my head hurt just to look at it.

"Would Guilliman do the same?"

[What do you think he is doing sitting in his Macragge's Glory all day long? 】

"I think he's just hanging out: just like I am all the time."

Conrad muttered angrily.

"I'm not telling you, Morgan: Have you been racing a little too much these days?"

Before Morgan could reply, Midnight Ghost waved his arms exaggeratedly.

"Yes, yes, we all know that we have to get to Ullanor in time. We all know that letting you directly guide the entire fleet is the most effective and fastest way: but are you going too far in the home space? ? Such a long and uninterrupted large-scale subspace jump, even a primarch like me can't bear it. "

"I heard that the infirmaries on every ship are now overcrowded."

【I just have some...】

"No matter what you have, you can ask Malcador or others, Morgan: Looking at the Great Expedition for more than a hundred years, which expedition fleet can jump so fast? We crossed it in one breath. It’s almost half the distance of the Milky Way. This is a quick trip, not a special military operation.”

[Maybe it will be in the future. 】

The Spider Queen was silent for a moment, and her next words left Conrad speechless.

[Conrad, I have to find an opportunity to test my idea: when I command a fleet, how fast can I guide them from the far eastern border all the way to the Sun Star Domain? It may seem like a small attempt now, but it may save our lives, or even all of our lives, in the future. 】

"That makes sense."

Conrad closed his lips tightly, licked his teeth, nodded, but muttered insincerely in his heart: His sister obviously ignored the factor of subspace storm, but this is understandable.

It’s just a drill, how many casualty indicators can there be?

"Okay, we're getting a little sidetracked: didn't you tell me you were having fun?"

[Ah, I almost forgot. 】

Morgan sped up his writing, quickly approved the last few documents, pushed them into the Hall of Gladiolus, and then reached for his refreshing drink: the puree obtained from Guilliman, and then After adding a lethal dose of fresh milk, sugar, reliable caffeine and conditioning agents in sequence, it finally turned into a cup that could be barely swallowed.

Whenever she forced herself not to spit out the drink in her mouth, Morgan would respect Guilliman even more in her heart: What kind of perseverance did that Ultramar typewriter rely on to hold a bucket of raw materials? Pussy, sucking while maintaining at least seventy-two hours of high-intensity work?

This child may be able to take charge of the political affairs of the entire human empire in the future.

Um……

To everyone except Guilliman: Seems pretty good?

Fallen Leaves brought news: It was an era when only Guilliman had to bear everything.

The Spider Queen became happy.

【Let me tell you. 】

She leaned back in her chair, her tone showing off without any concealment.

[Not long ago, the most senior fearless elder in the Dawnbreaker Legion finally responded to our call and woke up: now he is patrolling the entire fleet, searching for his old brothers, preparing to Have a good time catching up with these people. 】

[But before that, he came to me specifically to report some situations. 】

"Elaborate."

[This elder is an old man who has experienced the first half of the Unification War. He often conducts archaeological work during the breaks of the war, and his footprints cover half of Terra: and when he conducted archaeology in the ancient Babylonian area, he I once saw a mural related to our genetic father in an underground catacombs. 】

"How can you be sure that's the Emperor?"

[Wearing golden armor, holding a double-headed eagle high, he called himself a mortal, but the face on the mural was obscured by a sun-like ray of light. He led an army to conquer the east and west, and there was a man behind him. Warmaster. 】

"This doesn't mean..."

[In the last scene of the mural, the warmaster stabbed him in the back. 】

"pretty."

Conrad was amused.

"It seems that he is indeed our father."

"Then what? Did he start another great expedition on the mural?"

[Almost: Because the description of the Fearless Elder is somewhat fragmented, generally speaking, it is that our genetic father led an army to attack a tower that was very important to him. He seemed to have gained something at the top of the tower. Then he was killed by the Warmaster behind him. 】

"Classic script."

[And in the mural, our genetic father is called Neos. 】

"Where's the Warmaster?"

[Olperson. 】

"really……"

【Do you know this name? 】

"But I don't know where he is."

Conrad shook his head in denial.

"Perhaps in the Five Hundred Worlds, but it may also be in your Far Eastern border. After all, you still have a policy of religious freedom here: I remember that he was a guy who liked fighting. If you really have nothing to do, you want to turn over the soldiers. If you draw a roster, you might be able to find this name somewhere in the corner.”

[It feels like looking for a needle in a haystack. 】

"Then what? Our fearless elder didn't say anything more to you?"

[He doesn’t know any more: Then I let him go find someone else. 】

"Which people?"

[Those who voted together and decided to send him to Fearless: The situation at that time was quite special. This elder was seriously injured in the process of digging out Fearless. Because there were no nearby medical facilities, he was in critical condition, so several of his The old brothers got together and came up with a good idea, which was to bury him in the dug fearless on the spot. 】

[In this way, one more powerful Dreadnought can be left for the Dawnbreaker Legion. 】

"sounds good."

"But are you sure he really went to meet his old friends to reminisce about old times?"

[I have no objection: the despisers in the Legion warehouse are almost piled up. If they think this specification is not enough, when we get to Ullanor, I will ask for a few more Glatus from the Emperor. Si and Achilles: He still has to give me this face. 】

"I'm even more curious, what kind of Forbidden Army equipment do you not have here?"

[Their hover motorcycles, hover tanks, and hover attack boats, and those hover transport vehicles are actually pretty good: if I can really get a few of them from the Emperor, I can use them to catch other brothers. At least one legion will be against them. These things are a favorite to hold on to. 】

"I understand."

Midnight Ghost nodded, but Morgan's words seemed to wake him up: a humble smile came to the corner of Conrad's mouth.

"But let me tell you: none of these things are really suitable for you."

[You mean there is a suitable one? 】

"Not with the Custodes: but I know the Emperor has good stuff."

【explain. 】

"Did you know that our Gene-Father actually had a private Order of Titans?"

"And this Titan Association's best trump product: it's called the Psychic Titan."

【……】

[Sounds like good stuff. 】

"Twenty-five in total: I think the Emperor might rather reward you with a few Custodes."

[What’s the point of having a forbidden army? 】

"Maybe they can breed with each other and give you some little Imperial Guards?"

【……】

[This is disgusting, Conrad. 】

"I know."

Midnight Ghost leaned back, his face wrinkled with pain in his temples.

"But I say, Morgan, if you can find that Orpeson."

"It's not like our genetic father can't share his precious psychic titan with you."

[It doesn’t sound like a good deal. 】

"Then, there is a certain probability that our Wolf Shepherd's position as Warmaster will not be preserved."

[What is the probability? 】

"Um……"

"Give me an inappropriate example."

"If you, Morgan, are still just a mortal and leave Zhuangson for some reason after the Randan War, but the friendship between you, at least Zhuangson's view of you has not changed at all: after experiencing these After years of ups and downs, you have returned to the Indomitable Truth and stood beside Zhuang Sen and the Dark Angel Legion again. "

"So what kind of position do you think Jonson will give you?"

【ah……】

Morgan only hesitated: not even thinking carefully.

The answer is completely instinctive.

【I see. 】

[I am going to see if there is an Orpeson under my command now. 】

"Then I have to get busy."

【What are you busy with? 】

"I'm busy preparing some money for our genetic father's possible wedding."

【……】

[What about Macado? 】