Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In fact, Morgan had realized one thing a long time ago.

That is: she and most of her blood brothers, or even all of them, are completely different. There has always been a sad barrier between them, which clearly divides the figure of the Spider Queen and the family of the original body into two parts.

This difference is irreversible and will appear on the surface of the body: Don't get me wrong, it is not a physiological difference like riding a dragon in the sky or breathing in the world, but a contradiction hidden deep in the soul and out of genetic instinct.

After all, with Morgan's current psychic theory knowledge and practical operation level, although he can't do it like the Lord of Humanity, showing his golden light all over the galaxy, pulling out a big lump from time to time in the subspace, or playing "I am not a god" over and over again at the end of time when even gods can't easily survive.

But if you want to break the fragile red line of human physiology, reverse the genetic code of millions of years, and change yourself into another form or even another appearance, it has never been difficult for Morgan: she has tried many times to change her appearance into various interesting skins.

This is not difficult: although the Lord of Avalon still has no way to deal with his chaotic internal physiological structure, the external eyebrows and hair color are too easy to change. Morgan once tried to turn herself into a mortal little girl, swinging black twin ponytails, walking around in front of her most sensitive offspring, such as Rana or Bayar, but was never exposed by any of them.

Then? Then she was taken to the guard room by Rana and others as a lost child...

[Ahem. 】

Her blood descendants, the maidens of the stars in different forms, all have their own appearances derived from this, from the Spider Queen's attempts to change her appearance several times. Their expressions all have the shadows that Morgan can change: Virgo may be the only exception among many sisters, and this is one of the reasons why Morgan favors this eldest daughter.

They are the same. Virgo was once a mortal, so many of her concepts and instinctive reactions are very different from those of the subsequent sisters created by Morgan, and the evolved emotions are also more intense: even Corax can see this.

The same is true for Morgan: no matter what the reason, the difference between the Spider Queen and her brothers is unquestionable. This difference can often bring her a completely different perspective from most of the original bodies, forcing her to stand on the minority point of view.

To put it in a positive way, this unique family status, coupled with Morgan's calm personality, made her the one who could stick to her heart the most among all the children of the Emperor: when the Primarchs were obsessed with the same point of view because of their more or less brotherly blood, Morgan could always provide another perspective, another voice, and another choice.

They may not always be correct, but there is a high probability that they will open up new ideas and avoid confrontation in the original deadlock: whether in getting along with those difficult brothers or in mediating the conflicts between the Primarchs, this new route is Morgan's secret weapon to avoid leading the topic to a dead end, so that a conversation can always go on stumblingly.

In this case: there is hope.

And there is no doubt that this kind of beneficial eccentricity is needed by many people.

So, to put it in a negative way...

[Is this why you left me, your only daughter, as a secretary when you met your precious sons? 】

+ You really can't talk. +

In a dimension that even Magnus could not perceive, the Emperor's laughter seemed to come from the distant mountains: this is a communication channel that belongs only to the Lord of Mankind and his daughter. Every chat record between father and daughter can make at least one Primarch begin to doubt life.

+Can't I compensate my only daughter in front of everyone? Strive for more honor for her: Horus never hates such things. +

[By putting me on the opposite side of all my brothers? ]

[Give this honor to Horus: See if he wants it. ]

Even Morgan herself couldn't tell which element dominated her tone: indignation? Helplessness? Resentment or self-abandonment? It seems to be all, but it seems to be none.

Accustomed to showing off in front of people, carefully hiding his true face in the darkest corner under the mask of personality, or having already thrown it into the long flow of time, the gene father who let all his sincerity turn into ashes on his fingertips, coupled with a thousand faces, infinitely twisted heart for countless faces and endless greed, and constantly torn and merged between the innate divinity and the mundane nature of the world: perhaps, this state of getting along with thousands of emotions, love and hatred mixed together, and the state of getting along with each other that has long been indistinguishable, is the final destination they have chosen together.

The Emperor and Morgan have more or less tacit understanding on this matter, but this does not affect their bad relationship on the surface: just like Morgan, no matter how clear her gene father is, but every time she is dragged into another unprepared battle by the Emperor, the Spider Queen still doesn't mind scolding her gene father.

Then stand by his side.

Of course, there are times when the Spider Queen still wants to escape, especially when the battle situation in front of her is inevitably too shocking: for example, standing side by side with the Emperor, waiting for the eighteen Primarchs in front of her, one after another. One came up to meet him alone.

Not to mention such high regard, even Zhuang Sen looked over with a bit more curiosity, not to mention that the glances directed at Morgan by at least a thousand Forbidden Soldiers present were essentially the same as those directed at other Primarchs. The difference is just a small detail.

The Emperor did not come to the ground. He stopped halfway and stood on the rear cargo door of the shuttle, while the Primarchs could only meet on the ground: There were no problems with the Lord of Mankind, but Morgan, who was forced to be on the same level as the Emperor, was exceptionally obvious, being a head taller than each of her brothers.

Not even on the same [class].

Now, even the looks in Guilliman and Vulkan's eyes seemed a little strange.

【……】

At this moment, Morgan suddenly understood the retro trendy phrase that her brother Conrad always talked about: public execution.

Did she offend the old bastard next to her somewhere recently?

The Spider Queen tried her best to maintain the smile on her face, and at the same time, she had to hold down her right hand that was about to move, so as to avoid performing an assassination attempt in public. After all, there were too many witnesses, and the success rate was not really high: let alone the Emperor. At this time, he also pinched the back of her destiny's neck.

Although from the outside, Morgan maintains a distance of about one meter from her father, in the subspace realm where the original bodies cannot see, the pale golden reins bite the original body like a snake. The body's wrists followed the slender path to the shoulders and neck, and finally, like a rope, tightly bound the Spider Queen's jaw, making her unable to move.

The Lord of Humanity's finger now only needs a slight hook, and Morgan's soul has to stay by his side: otherwise, the Spider Queen would have found thousands of ways to escape to the group of primates below. .

As for Slaanesh?

Slaanesh was watching not far away: He looked quite happy, with four different kinds of laughter shrouded in the lavender clouds.

——————

Chaos is trash!

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The Primarch gnashed her teeth in her heart, and she knew very well that the Emperor heard these words, because the corners of the Lord of Man's mouth visibly raised a little, and he waved, as if this happiness was due to the long-awaited reunion of his descendants in front of him: at least three Two-thirds of the Primarchs responded, but a few showed no reaction to the Emperor's contagious power.

The interesting thing is that it was these people who looked at Morgan with the calmest eyes, even a little more pity and inquiry: Jaghatai Khan was the most obvious one. When he saw Morgan walking side by side with the emperor, When he came down, the Great Khan showed no reaction at all.

But when Khan's subspace instinct made him realize that Morgan was most likely forced to stay by the Emperor's side, the Great Khan's brows furrowed quickly, and there was already a little more in his eyes towards the Lord of Mankind. Disagree.

But that was all. Khan had no intention of interfering at all. He turned his gaze to the imperial guards guarding the side, and was full of interest in these famous warriors. The same thing happened to him, and Sanguinius, the Although the Archangel of Baal stood with the crowd in the crowd, seemingly watching the Emperor and Morgan, it was clear from the Spider Queen's point of view that Sanguinius's vision had long been beyond the horizon.

Morgan didn't believe the Emperor could see past Sanguinius's indifference.

In fact, when she was forced to stay at the height of the emperor, the Spider Queen instinctively panicked for a moment, but soon had to stabilize her mind and began to think around to find benefits for herself: after all, there were so many reasons. The blade in the eyes of the body and the imperial army cannot be in vain, right?

And she soon discovered the benefits.

Just like the words Morgan always heard from students and teachers when he peeked at the mortal life of the Dawn Goddess: Only when you stand on the podium will you know that the small movements under the desk are actually meaningless. The height will make all secrets nowhere to be found.

This is what Morgan is like now:

The Spider Queen never thought that things would be so simple. She could only stand with the Emperor two to three meters higher than the other Primarchs, and she could so easily understand the hearts of everyone below: Now, all The original bodies were all looking up at them, and no matter how they hid it in their hearts, the drifting eyes and the micro-expressions on their faces could never escape Morgan's keen sight.

Is this the emperor's perspective?

The Spider Queen, who was amazed in her heart, did not notice the smile in the corner of the Emperor's eyes. She was completely addicted to her new discovery, and to the fact that the primarchs showed their true feelings for a moment: because this is really too rich, eighteen The original body can be divided into eighteen states.

Some people are the simplest, such as Guilliman or Vulkan. They stare directly at the faces of the Emperor and Morgan, with no other distractions in their eyes, but there are some differences in the details: Guilliman Man seemed to be thinking about some more in-depth issues. His eyes were scattered and focused more on the emperor. He seemed to be a little afraid of the Lord of Humanity.

Vulkan was much simpler: he glanced at Morgan worriedly, and then turned his gaze to the Emperor. The Fire Dragon Lord might not be aware of the situation at hand, but he could feel that the Emperor's actions were inappropriate. , but Vulkan could not help at all, he could only let his heart be burned by a noble sense of morality.

And some people, their eyes are also very simple, just adding some changes out of thin air: Khan and Sanguinius need not be mentioned, they are like two restrained wild horses, the majesty of the emperor cannot restrain their free and undisciplined souls, and Ferrus's state is not much better. When his eyes swept across Morgan's face, he frowned quickly, but soon returned to normal, quietly waiting for his turn.

Morgan didn't know this brother, she only heard about his strength and impulsiveness: but at least in the moment just now, she felt Gorgon's steely kindness, and under his open-minded face was a hot heart.

Reliable, but also very boring.

Fulgrim, who put his hand on Ferrus' shoulder, was more interesting: at the beginning, he was almost exactly the same as Ferrus, first pecking at Morgan's face with a suspicious look, and at the same time intentionally or unintentionally stroking the Emperor's Skyhawk on his chest, but Phoenix adjusted his mentality faster. He almost recalled the details of his time with the Spider Queen in the next moment, and then judged Morgan's innocence on his own.

Because he didn't believe that the sisters in his memory would be such stupid people.

So, Phoenix changed his attitude and blinked happily at Morgan. There was understanding in his eyes, but there were also a few traces of harmless sarcasm. He put his lips close to Ferrus' earlobe, just a spectator.

However: he didn't pay much attention to the direction of the Emperor from beginning to end.

The ones who stayed beside Phoenix were Morgan's most trusted blood brothers, and their performance did not exceed the Spider Queen's expectations: Jonson was just curious, and he should be more concerned about the reason why the Emperor looked for Morgan than overstepping his bounds; Corax hid at the outermost edge of the team, indifferent to everything in front of him. Compared with Morgan and the Emperor's questions, the Raven King was more concerned about why most of the Primarchs present were in such a strange state.

This made the Raven King very uncomfortable: such a natural, unquestioned and strict order?

As for Conrad: the boy was beside Jonson, and slowly turned around, allowing Morgan to see the cloak behind him: the cloak was decorated with a complete anatomy of the Primarch's internal organs.

Morgan was not sure whether the sound of rubbing his knuckles was heard by the Emperor.

But the Emperor probably didn't care, because his eyes stayed on Dorn: the Lord of the Imperial Fist was frowning, and his whole body was emitting an aura of disapproval, but because he hadn't figured out the whole story, he couldn't be sure whether he should disapprove of the Emperor or Morgan.

Dorn was not a reckless fool. He had worked with Morgan before, and he knew that the Spider Queen would not be so arrogant: but if it wasn't Morgan's problem, another possibility would make Dorn's brain short-circuit.

In this regard, Dorn was far inferior to Perturabo who stood side by side with him: Don't ask why these two people stood together. Before the Emperor's shuttle arrived, Dorn was attracted by [Perturabo] who was mixed in the crowd. He observed this exquisite robot with great interest and a purely academic perspective, evaluating its potential danger.

Perturabo was enjoying it. The true Lord of Steel seemed to have anticipated which of his brothers would be attracted to his work. He even specially configured a new mode for this purpose: just like the Star Maid built by Morgan had an emotional module, the Iron Tyrant built by Perturabo also began to implement a set of personal exclusive operation modes when hearing Dorn's voice.

Only reacted to Dorn.

The result of this was that Perturabo was completely indifferent to the situation of the Emperor and Morgan. The only person who might be the same as him was Leman Russ: the Wolf King's eyes were cast on the Emperor and the Emperor, and all the processes were completed in the first moment.

Leman Russ was confused for a moment, then his brows softened, looking around and talking about other things. The air around the Primarch exuded a happy atmosphere after stopping thinking.

The one who was put on the shoulder by Leman Russ was Alpharius. He was also immersed in the happy atmosphere of stopping thinking. However, unlike the self-abandonment of the Wolf King, Alpharius's aura could not hide his arrogance in his bones: more of a carelessness after seeing through everything.

And right next to him, someone was very concerned about this matter.

It was... Mortarion?

When she noticed the resentful aura coming from Barbarus, Morgan raised her eyebrows suspiciously: she couldn't understand why the Lord of Death, who had always been at odds with her, was looking at her so complicatedly? Mortarion was even too lazy to pay attention to the direction of the Emperor.

Morgan noticed that the expression of Lord Barbarus had undergone a brief change. When he just saw the Emperor and Morgan standing in the same place, Mortarion was also surprised, but this surprise quickly turned into the usual dissatisfaction with the Lord of Humanity, and Morgan standing next to the Emperor...

Hate iron for not becoming steel?

How could you be so easily bound by this lying tyrant?

Morgan seemed to be able to hear Mortarion's shouts from a distance of more than ten meters.

[……]

As hot as Mortarion's shouts were the inquiries from Angron. The Lord of Red Sand looked at the Emperor's golden armor as if he was looking at a dead man. He rubbed the axe blade in his hand impatiently, which attracted the guards beside him to be on high alert. The look he gave Morgan was full of direct questions.

Do it now?

It seems that someone wants to kill the king more than Morgan himself.

The Spider Queen looked away, leaving Angron with some regret.

She quickly passed Lorgar, because the Great Word Bearer's gaze did not need to be pondered: this scene of the Emperor and Morgan standing side by side obviously touched the beautiful memories in Lorgar's heart, and the fire of faith in his pupils was more vigorous than the burning orc skulls on both sides of the road. Even the Emperor noticed this.

The Lord of Mankind frowned slightly, attracting Morgan's ruthless ridicule.

[Headache? ]

[Who told you to pretend to be dead back then? ]

+...+

Private channels are fun.

Morgan's smile was more sincere. She took the opportunity to nod to Magnus, and the King of Prospero responded politely. He was always indifferent to these external events. He seemed to be more worried about the state of Horus beside him: the Wolf God might be one of the most reactive Primarchs. He was visibly stunned for a few seconds.

God knows what Horus would think of in these few seconds?

But there is no doubt that when Horus came out of his daze, the wolf god had returned to normal: he soon found that everyone was waiting for his action, waiting for him to be the first to walk in front of the Emperor, even Zhuangsen was no exception.

This little surprise brought a smile and calmness back to Horus's face.

It also came to the Emperor's face.

But just when Horus just walked into the [attack range] of the two of them. Morgan, who felt that his anger bar was almost full, finally spoke.

[Are you going to review the heroes of Ullanor here, father? ]

This completely unexpected statement made the Emperor frown.

+ Is there any problem? +

[No, I'm just thinking...]

Following Morgan's finger, everyone noticed the golden hair in the crowd: Zhuangsen greeted the brothers' eyes coldly, and he buried his confusion well. Anyway, he believed that Morgan would never hurt him.

[How can we determine: who is the first contributor to Ullanor? ]

+…+

In Horus' silence, the Emperor's sharp light was enough to cut through the inner world of any Primarch: but not Morgan, she even amplified her voice a little to ensure that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Whether it was Guilliman who was still confused, the Khan who had recovered a little, or Fulgrim who had been impatient for a long time.

Of course: Horus and Jonson.

They all heard it.

[Don't get me wrong, father: I have no intention of questioning any of your decisions. ]

[I'm just curious, simply curious about Ullanor's merits. ]

[And I think: you don't mind giving us a definite answer, right? ]