Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Chapter 664: Zhuang Sen is thinking

Chapter 664: Zhuang Sen is thinking...

"I'm here for a meeting, what are you doing!"

A dog barking sounded like thunder, almost shaking down the entire [Camelot Palace]: and a certain Caliban who was sitting on the jade-white stone steps, resting with his eyes closed, was also disturbed by this incident, and had to interrupt his rare thinking time and turn his gloomy eyes again.

Zhuang Sen was very unhappy.

He had finally brushed off the long-term dust in some parts of his brain: after all, they were not needed in war, but in this land of Ullanor, and in the foreseeable decades of the future after the Emperor left, he needed them very much.

There was nothing he could do about it: it happened that the number one external brain he relied on the most was busy with their own private affairs, and the substitute player ranked second. At this time, he was still far away on Caliban at the other end of the stars. He only knew to send him official documents all day long, and there was no sign of helping him solve his problems decades ago.

#Lion sighs#

If only Luther was here: I don’t know if the letter he sent back to Caliban not long ago, asking Luther and others to bring some people to participate in the Ullanor military parade, was delivered. It should be in time, right? I just don’t know what Luther would think.

After all, since the old man returned to Caliban and pulled dozens or hundreds of worlds to form a so-called alliance, he has visibly devoted all his energy to it. Not to mention participating in the Great Expedition again, he has not even left the so-called [Great Caliban] territory.

Is this a good thing... or a bad thing?

The lion couldn’t figure it out.

But Luther looked very happy: This is better than anything else, let him do it himself.

Jonson stroked his chin, thinking about his adopted father whom he had not seen for decades: he actually missed the feeling of Luther beside him, and the time when Morgan fought side by side with him. Without these two people around, he didn't even have a person to talk to.

Corswayn is good: but after all, he can't tell him everything.

Alajos's loyalty is trustworthy, but his mind is not.

As for Astelan: he prefers to send him out to pastor a place, which is good for the health of both of them.

The Primarch shook his head and threw these annoying names out of his mind. He pushed open the heavy door at any time. The smell of pine on the pillars made his mind a little clearer and his mood improved a little.

To be honest, Jonson began to be reluctant to leave this room: Morgan left a set of special treatment for all her brothers in her Camelot Palace, including private rest rooms and exclusive special services, and for some Primarchs, she had to pay special attention.

Jonson was one of them: the lounge of the Caliban people was almost a fortress of the same size as the one on Caliban. Whether it was the iron lanterns hanging on the walls, or the heavy candlesticks and stone murals, they were all specially airlifted from Caliban and selected by Luther himself. Even the humidity in the room was exactly the same as that of the jungle world, with an uncomfortable chill.

But Jonson was just fine with it. He rested better here than anywhere else. Instead, he was uncomfortable with the dry air on Ullanor: this dryness even spread all the way to the corridor of Camelot Palace. As soon as the door was opened, the huge temperature difference made the Lord of Caliban frown impatiently, and the two dark angels guarding the door became even more silent.

"My Lord."

The two warriors spoke in a low voice.

Jonson hummed in his throat, and then glanced across his room: Morgan's private lounge was there. Although she was outside, there were still two silent Dawnbreaker guards standing at the door.

"Where is she?"

The Dawnbreaker answered an address that Jonson had never heard of, but he knew someone would take him there soon. The lion thought about whether to push open Morgan's door to take a look. He had the key to the lounge opposite, just like Morgan had the key to his lounge, but he quickly dismissed this meaningless idea.

Turning around, the Primarch decided to see if Conrad or Corax were there. Logically, they would stay in a room, most likely Conrad's room, and then turn it into a pure black artificial cave: Jonson was invited to visit once, but that sightseeing left him with a bad memory.

He always felt that when Conrad and Corax hid in the shadows and looked at him, their eyes made him shudder: as if he was a monster, a monster that would be defeated by the two of them together, especially the look Corax gave him, which was even more frightening to Jonson than Conrad's.

By the way, he hadn't talked to this youngest brother alone, but Morgan said he was a "very good kid", a rare reliable person among the brothers, just a little more terrifying than Conrad: now Jonson could agree with this idea.

His beast-like intuition had told Jonson what kind of person this Raven King was: he was indeed as Morgan said, very calm and reliable, and a little kind, but in his bones, Corax was more like a monster than Conrad.

In the depths of his soul, the coldness and ruthlessness disguised as calmness and indifference made Conrad look like a child: Corax's soul seemed to be missing something. He was indeed kind, but this kindness was the result of acquired education, not the original appearance of his soul.

If necessary, the Raven King's methods would definitely be more terrible than the Midnight Haunter.

Zhuangsen could swear for this. He was fully prepared before standing in front of Conrad's room, but he knocked on the door several times and finally got no response. There were no soldiers guarding the door: but his two warriors guaranteed that the person must be inside.

Maybe this kid was pretending to be dead? And Corax was cooperating with him: since the two of them got together on Morgan's ship, Conrad was always able to persuade Corax to follow him to do those brainless things, and the Midnight Haunter could also find a little feeling of being a big brother in front of the Raven King.

This was all told to him by Morgan: Zhuangsen actually liked these little stories.

The lion king smiled, and then fell into a brief confusion. He knew that the emperor would not summon him in the short term, and there seemed to be nothing to do in the legion, and the brothers he was familiar with...

To be honest, there were not so many: since he had basically put aside the matter of the warmaster, Jonson had been able to distinguish those blood brothers who were willing to stand with him. How many of them were willing to believe in him, and how many were won over by Morgan using various means?

The ratio was quite disparate.

He knew, but he didn't care.

Jonson had always been a pragmatist. It was enough for them to maintain a united front with him. As for their respective reasons, the lion didn't care, and didn't need to care: things like this have always been the division of labor on Morgan's side, and what the lion had to do was to gnaw the hardest bones for his sister within the formulated plan.

In the decades since they knew each other, the division of labor between the brother and sister has always been like this.

It will be the same in the future.

He liked this division of labor: at least he didn't have to spend his mind worrying about everyone's loyalty in their hearts, although he actually never believed in them.

The lion sniffed his nose and finally got used to the dryness of the outside world, but he smelled trouble in the air. He remembered the dog barking that disturbed his thinking: that sound must have come from some careless bastard, he was too familiar with that bastard.

A furry bipedal canine that made people feel itchy when they saw it was vivid in Jonson's mind: the Caliban people walked in the direction of the sound, and he needed something to pass the time, whether it was good or bad.

By the way, he could solve a few problems that had been accumulating in his heart: they had been lurking in the lion's heart since he attended the previous Primarch meeting. Morgan obviously didn't have time to answer them one by one, but he had other acquaintances among his brothers, and there were always a few smart people who would be willing to give him some advice.

...

Excluding Leman Russ.

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As soon as Jonson opened the door, he found a man being beaten.

He looked again: Isn't this his good brother who saw blood on the bayonet?

Leman Russ was the first to be controlled by his brothers.

Three or four Primarchs were surrounding the Fenris Wolf King. Conrad was wrapped around Leman Russ like a snake, locking him firmly to the ground, while Corax was adjusting the strength of the binding net.

These two guys were here.

Although Sanguinius was just squatting on the side, it was known from the bird sounds and flower fragrance of the Wolf King that it was this Archangel who knocked him down: although the Caliban people thought he was just talking nonsense.

After all, even if Leman Russ was unprepared at the time, it was unlikely that Sanguinius would knock him down with his bare hands with his fighting power: Jonson had indeed never seen the Archangel's real attack, but he had never heard of Sanguinius's brilliant record. His legion was good, and his personal character was also worthy of praise.

So...

"What did Russ do? Even Sanguinius wants to fight him."

The lion walked around the chaotic war zone and looked at Leman Russ who was pinned to the ground by Conrad and could not get away despite all his efforts. He just felt a little emotional: Conrad's fighting skills finally have some formal style.

If it were him...

Well, he would probably get into trouble.

"..."

It seems that it's time to prepare some extermination plans for Conrad.

"He deserves it."

The one who arrived earlier than Johnson was Chagatai Khan who also came to attend the meeting. This Primarch refused Morgan's lounge and sat on the balcony of the hall, blowing the boring wind, holding the Chogoris version of mare's milk specially prepared for him by the mortal servants of the Spider Queen: Judging from the rare enjoyment on Khan's face, this drink was very successfully prepared.

Opposite the Khan was Angron, who was resting with his eyes closed. The two Primarchs, who had never talked before, showed a special sense of harmony at this time, and seemed to have a high opinion of each other.

"What do you mean?"

"While we were in the meeting, a group of cubs under Leman Russ quietly slipped into the warehouse used for the banquet. When the Dawnbreakers found out, it was already too late."

"Drinking some wine secretly? It's nothing, right?"

"The problem is that he brought a full 20,000 people to Morgan's banquet."

"And they all slipped in."

"Now, even the alcohol reserves of the mortal auxiliary troops have been drunk up."

"..."

The screams of Leman Russ still echoed in the room for a long time, but the pity in Zhuangsen's heart had disappeared completely.

"Will Sanguinius be angry about this?"

"The cubs of Leman Russ can't get used to the bitter wine on Baal: they have no taste, but they got drunk when drinking the wine brought by other legions, making a lot of noise and mess, and ruined all the wine brought by Sanguinius from his hometown. It is said that this is the production of the entire Baal for several years."

"Tsk..."

Jongsen shook his head, and he glanced in the direction of Sanguinius: Although the archangel was still smiling, I don't know why, looking at that smiling sweet face, the lion shuddered for no reason.

Especially when he heard the smiling Sanguinius saying something to Corax, who was holding an electric rope and was about to lock up Leman Russ.

"No, my brother Corax."

"The power is too low. It's useless for a guy like Leman Russ."

"Please turn it up to the highest level, thank you."

"Are you sure?"

The Raven King looked a little guilty.

"Morgan told me that the highest power of this electric rope is enough to reach the surface of the Titan..."

"Believe me: and believe our brother Leman Russ: this little power can't even penetrate his face."

Sanguinius's whisper was more beautiful than the devil's temptation. When he noticed the sight from Zhuangsen, his smile did not change, but he asked back in a gentle voice.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"..."

"No, nothing."

The lion quickly retracted his gaze.

Maybe his previous evaluation of Sanguinius was a little inaccurate?

Jonson muttered to himself: I don't know if it's a coincidence, but since he has basically let go of his obsession with the Warmaster, his perception of the things around him seems to have changed.

Trying to ignore the pig-like howling of Leman Russ, the even more pig-like howling of Conrad after being accidentally electrocuted, and the Wolf Guards who were knocked unconscious by Sanguinius and piled in the corner, Jonson's eyes returned to Jaghatai Khan. He roughly counted the number of blood brothers present and found that there were two fewer than during the meeting.

"Where are Morgan and Guilliman?"

"They are busy."

The Khan looked indifferent: but in fact he seemed to know everything.

"The Emperor has just given his two most capable children of politicians a task, asking them to help arrange the order in which the various legions and their mortal auxiliary armies will pass through the parade stand during the Ullanor parade in a few days. The Emperor is not very satisfied with the plans prepared by Terra officials."

"Are there any problems?"

"There are many problems."

The Khan seemed to be laughing.

"The mortals originally planned to build each legion in accordance with their respective legion numbers."

"But they found that if they followed this plan, they would put the Death Guard Legion and the Thousand Sons Legion together, and the Word Bearers and Salamanders would also be together, which would cause some unnecessary trouble."

"Trouble?"

The lion raised his eyebrows.

"At the feet of the Emperor?"

Faced with his questioning, the Khan just smiled, but did not answer. Instead, Angron, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke.

"The main problem is Vulkan, who refused to allow his legion to coexist with the Word Bearers. He was so determined that he even went to the Sigillite to protest against this. This is why he did not attend this meeting: not even Horus could change his mind."

"Is that so."

Jonson nodded and turned his gaze to Angron, who had opened his eyes.

"You are well-informed, brother."

"Not really."

Angron smiled with difficulty.

"I just have a good relationship with Horus and Vulkan: the former is a rare military commander among the Primarchs, and the latter is a rare kind person among our brothers. Both of them are quite tolerant of my temper."

The lion was silent for a moment.

"What about me?"

If I remember correctly, Angron should have stood on his side in this election.

"You are not bad, Jonson."

Angron's smile seemed to be a little bigger.

"Your military command level is comparable to Horus."

The lion was satisfied: this was definitely a compliment to him.

"But..."

Angron changed the subject.

"At least one thing, I believe you can definitely beat the Wolf God."

"Which one?"

Jonson thought about it, but found that even he himself could not be sure of the answer.

Is he really better than Horus in any way?

Except that he has Morgan and Luther.

Angron leaned forward, staring at Jonson with his sharp eyes, and uttered the name that made Jonson's eyes flash with ferocity.

"Randan."

He said.

"Although I didn't catch up with the most important battle in the Great Expedition, I was able to understand some of the details through various means. Just a few words were enough to make me realize the catastrophe of the Randan War: I have imagined that if I were in your position, could I withstand the pressure you were under at that time?"

"It's hard."

It was the Khan who answered him.

"Not many of us could handle the pressure Jonson had at that point."

"Not including you? Jaghatai?"

Angron asked back.

"I'm not sure."

Khan seemed to think for a moment.

"But I think my chances of being able to withstand it should be higher than yours, Angron."

The Lord of the World Eaters nodded, not angry at all.

"Why do you say that?"

"It's simple."

The Khan put down his cup: Jonson struggled to keep up with the conversation.

"If I command the Randan war, I will most likely not be able to adapt to deploying troops on multiple fronts at the same time, because I have never had relevant experience. This is a question of ability: but what is really important is the question of attitude, that is, I may not be able to live with the hopeless outcome of this war."

"The real difficulty of the Ran Dan War for me is that for a long period of time, we can only compete with our opponents in vain, but victory is far away: this kind of long but hopeless delay is not what I am good at. war."

"But Jonson can persevere: that's where he outshines most people."

"Then what do you think is the difficulty of the Ran Dan War for me?"

Angron asked.

"Only one thing: or so far, I can only see one thing."

The Khan raised a finger.

"Angron: You lack the reason to continue such a war."

"In other words: You don't have the belief to fight for the entire Great Crusade."

"Those of us, like all of the Primarchs except you, whatever our reasons for joining the Great Crusade, whatever our feelings about the Emperor, we are here fighting for a reason, and that may be For a lofty goal like the future of all mankind, or maybe just to protect our own little land: but reasons are reasons, and they give us the consciousness to face even a powerful opponent like Ran Dan."

"But you are different, Angron: you lack the reason to fight bloody battles."

"You fight because you have nothing else to do but throw yourself into the fight."

"Actually, there is still one..."

Angron muttered softly, and his breath was so stable that it even surprised Zhuangson. If he was evaluated like this, then Jaghatai and he would definitely fall down today: but Angron only remained silent for a long time. , then nodded and slapped him a few times.

He acquiesced.

"I've always been told that the Great Khan of Chogolis is cold but smart, and they're right."

"Morgan told you."

Khan snorted.

"She is the only one who won't speak ill of people behind their backs: at least she will never let bad words flow out of her mouth, but will make you actively murmur in your heart."

"So will Horus."

Angron shook his head.

"They're all the same kind of people: just a little different in their individual abilities."

Jonson didn't like this comment and decided to change the subject back.

"Jagatai: What is the sequence of the military parade you just mentioned?"

This sentence made the Khan's eyes turn to Zhuang Sen again. Zhuang Sen felt that this brother seemed to have seen through him at a certain moment, but Khan did not point it out. He just slowly picked up the pot of kumiss again. .

He really enjoyed it.

"As I said just now: the plan of sequential order has been rejected."

"Then, Terran officials came up with a second solution: Each Astartes Legion has its own title, and the mortals want to queue up and form groups in alphabetical order through the High Gothic language list. List."

"sounds good."

"Yeah, that sounds like it."

Khan snorted coldly.

"Until they find out, they'll put the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists together."

"Isn't there Iron Hand among them?"

"When you need the Iron Hands, you can't find them."

"..."

Jonson raised his eyebrows.

"But at least the Thousand Sons Legion and the Death Guard are no longer one behind the other, right?"

"yes."

Angron's laughter came.

"But the Thousand Sons are now partnered with the Space Wolves."

"This is not okay, we will provoke the second Ullanor War."

"..."

"One more thing."

Jaghatai shook his finger.

"Do you know where the Death Guard are going?"

"You mean..."

"Yes, the Death Guard and the Dawn Breaker are going to run together: I can already picture them fighting each other."

"However, Jonson, you don't need to worry about the casualties of the Dawnbreaker Legion. After all, your Dark Angels will be right next to them: the Death Guard will be the unlucky ones who need to fight more with less."

The Lion King was silent.

But he did not refute this statement.

"But then again."

Khan seemed to have thought of some joke.

"It's not without its benefits to arrange them alphabetically. At least this way we can put Guilliman's Ultramarines at the end, so that their queue won't make others impatient."

"How many people did Guilliman bring?"

"I don't know: but his legion's camp is larger than the three legions next to it combined."

"That's not counting his auxiliary troops: according to Fulgrim, if you look from low-Earth orbit, the entire land of Ullanor is even dyed blue: the transport fleet that delivers supplies to the Ultramarines has squeezed out the Glorious Queens of other legions."

The Lion King raised his eyebrows.

"Doesn't Guilliman know how to be more restrained?"

"Maybe he has already been restrained."

The Khan spread his hands, and Angron on the opposite side nodded affirmatively.

"Indeed, Jonson: you haven't seen Guilliman's arrogant look?"

"Why, Angron."

"You should know that my future fiefdom is next to the Five Hundred Worlds?"

"So?"

"A few hours ago, when we just finished that meeting, Guilliman came to me on purpose."

Angron narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the memory made him very unhappy.

"He asked me..."

"Are you interested in letting my territory accept the [Marshall Plan] from the Five Hundred Worlds?"