Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"I imagined the scene standing side by side with you a long time ago, Jonson."

"When I just came back: You should still remember that the order of our return was back to back, and you were three years ahead of me, so when I just came back, I often heard them mention There are rumors about you and I can’t help but compare them.”

"I must admit, brother, you are the most talented among us, and the secret competition with you is full of challenging value: although I have realized very early on that it is almost impossible for any of us to win, we are the most capable The possible outcome is to stand on the podium together."

"Especially when it comes to military matters and the art of command, we are like two equally perfect pieces of metal. It is really priceless to have a brother and a competitor like you. "You are the only four brothers who I can admire."

“We can stand side by side because I know we’ll complement each other.”

"Standing on either side of the Emperor, huh? We're certainly more qualified than some."

When the two brothers accepted the emperor's command conveyed by Dorn and marched side by side towards their father and lord, about halfway there, the Lord of Steel suddenly opened his chatterbox.

He seemed to have been wanting to pour out these words in front of the client, and he didn't even care whether Jonson was paying attention or not: Perturabo's eyes were forward, his expression was calm, and his lips were inconspicuously colliding, and he was listening to all the words. After pouring out all the thoughts in his heart, he suddenly raised his chest and raised his head, and accelerated towards the direction of the emperor with big strides.

Caliban was temporarily left behind by his brother. His always serious face paused for a moment because of the words he just heard. He didn't know what he was thinking secretly. Then, Jonson quickly followed his brother's pace. , in the blink of an eye, two iron tower-like warriors stood proudly in front of their lord.

The primarchs bent forward in salute in a manner that could send gusts of cold wind.

The Emperor looked at them with satisfaction, leaning back slightly, as if there was an invisible chair behind him. He put one hand on the scabbard and nodded with the other hand, causing the two menacing The descendants stopped.

The Lord of Mankind still looked like a pure king, but compared to when he faced Luojia, he was somewhat gentler than his father. His eyes wandered between Jonson and Perturabo, and finally focused on the Lord of Steel first. body.

But the words were spoken to both of them at the same time.

+ Do you know why I summoned both of you at the same time? +

"I can guess it."

Perturabo nodded first. After letting go of some of the knots in his heart, the Lord of Steel's voice became much lighter.

"The brothers who went back earlier told us about the special positions they got from you. I think you summoned me and Zhuang Sen at the same time because we are a pair in the future of your mind. Need the necessary cooperation?”

+Partners don’t count. +

The Emperor shook his head.

+ But the positioning is the same: you two will be my right and left arms in the future. +

+ As for who is left and who is right, there is no need to fight over this trivial matter, right? +

The emperor chuckled lightly, but neither of his children responded. They just nodded with different expressions, internally absorbing and analyzing the position he had now obtained: Jonson's performance was obviously better than that of Perturabo. More calm.

“What are our specific responsibilities?”

He asked questions first.

+ To be precise, the two of you are positioned as my direct legion commanders, independent of the Warmaster's command structure: I have reached negotiation with Horus on this matter, and he did not forcefully order you two and you. The power of their respective legions, but I think... +

The Emperor looked back at his dearest heir, and then looked at his freshly made left and right arms with a smile on his face.

+ If circumstances permit, and under necessary conditions, Horus has issued a request to fight side by side, and you will not refuse. +

"certainly."

The Lord of Steel nodded first.

"Horus is an excellent general and I never mind fighting alongside him: he knows how to respect our strength and is almost unrivaled in macro-management. I will gladly answer his call."

At this point, Perturabo suddenly glanced vaguely in the direction of Horus. He bit the inside of his lip slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking in his weird heart: Then, the Lord of Steel actually smiled, He added a compliment that was obviously superfluous.

"After all, his military command level is completely comparable to Morgan and Johnson."

The hidden meaning of this sentence was so obvious that even Zhuang Sen, who was not very sensitive, gave his brother a strange look: If he remembered correctly, Morgan seemed to have whispered to him in private some time ago, Pei During his time in Ullanor, Turabo somehow got closer to Fulgrim?

Sure enough: even the tone of voice is now exactly the same as that of the phoenix.

Zhuang Sen shook his head secretly.

As for Horus...

Horus kept smiling: he could even squeeze out a reply from his smile.

"Thanks for the compliment, brother."

+ It’s best if you think so. +

The Lord of Mankind naturally saw all of this clearly before his eyes. Then, he turned to look at the Caliban man, with an expression that was completely unaware of the situation at hand, and was waiting attentively for Zhuangson's answer.

The lion's answer was slower, but more sincere.

"I have no problem. If it is really necessary, I am willing to temporarily obey Horus' command and dispatch. But before that, my Emperor, I want to know one thing: What are our specific responsibilities? Will it be Conflict with the above situation?"

Perturabo also looked over.

+It's very simple. +

The emperor seemed confident: he liked chatting with heirs like Jonson or Perturabo, because they didn't need more words to comfort them, as long as they could clearly explain what they needed to do.

Leave all those damn predicates and necessary words to Ruth.

+ Even if I stay away from the Great Crusade and return to Holy Terra, this does not mean that I have no actual interests in the galaxy. In many cases, I need one or two legions to help me complete some special military tasks: Such tasks should not interfere with the overall strategy and should be left to solid and reliable people. +

Apparently, this ambiguous reply satisfied both Primarchs.

+However, sometimes, the orders you receive may be engraved with the seal of the High Lords Council from Holy Terra: I don’t always have time to write orders by hand, but as long as the Imperial Army is responsible for sending them, you will It can be considered as what I said to you personally. +

The Primarchs lowered their heads, taking the Emperor's instructions to heart.

+ Of course. +

The Lord of Humanity observed with satisfaction that his will was being implemented. According to the pattern he had rehearsed thousands of times in advance, he changed the topic and suddenly seemed extremely caring and affectionate. He personally helped his two heirs up, lowered his voice, and said: Whisper like a secret.

+Your responsibilities don’t stop there. +

The Emperor looked at Jonson.

+ My lion, we have discussed your responsibilities and missions countless times. I think I don’t need to repeat them anymore: the empire always needs an outward sharp blade. He will remain anonymous and bear the most blood and pain, but It will also become our most trusted force in despair. +

+ You will be my hand that reaches out across the galaxy, the hand that strikes out, completely disappearing from the sight of our enemies before they reveal their true colors. +

"At your service, my lord."

Jonson stood still and performed a knightly salute: This seemingly strenuous but thankless position seemed to be the most generous gift in the world that made Calibans happy. When he once again determined his future, Jonson's There was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Emperor paid no attention: Jonson's loyalty was beyond doubt.

Compared to...

+Perturabo, my steel. +

The Lord of Mankind stared at this option that Morgan had promised him.

What did she say then?

+You still remember the vows we made at Olympia, right? +

"Never forget, father."

Mentioning that moment, the Lord of Steel's face was full of holy seriousness.

"Never tired, never surrender, never emotional or wavering: I am resolutely fulfilling my promise. If this is the responsibility you continue to entrust to me, I will continue to fulfill it willingly."

+Don’t you want more? +

"Of course more is better, but if I don't get more, even if I have fewer resources than others, I will definitely be able to achieve a greater cause than them: how much external force means to me now It makes no sense."

Perturabo's voice was as angry as the arrogance in his heart.

+ Very good. +

The Emperor nodded.

+ But I still want to give you more, my Perturabo. When Zhuangson is my arm pointing away from the Milky Way, I still need my other arm to guard me in Yunei and help us with what we have already laid down. Foundation: From now on, war is no longer just about iron and blood, it also exists in the realm of wisdom and spirit, in the pursuit of technology, progress, law, art, and countless related fields. +

+ I hope you can set an example for everyone in the empire, build a magnificent city for the future of the empire, draw detailed transportation for the development of the empire, and devise reasonable guarantees for the stability of the empire: Your talents should not Restricting it to war and conquest has been a huge waste from the start, and now it's time to correct that. +

"That's exactly what I thought, Father."

Perturabo felt that his armor-like majestic body was shaking uncontrollably.

But he had one last question.

"but……"

+But what? +

"Fulgrim told me about the duties you gave him: is this a repetition?"

+Repeat? +

The Emperor was prepared for this: in the face of his smile, any doubt or hesitation about his words was a great humiliation.

+Perturabo, you should know what responsibilities I gave Fulgrim, right? +

"Your lips."

+That's right. +

The Emperor nodded and put a hand on Perturabo's shoulder.

+Some things can stay in the mind, lips and ears forever.

+But there are still some things that we need to build with our own hands with a pair of hard-working hands, a talented mind, and an unyielding soul. +

+Remember, Perturabo. +

+You are different. +

+Your burden will be heavier. +

+Your responsibility will be more important. +

"..."

+Are you satisfied with this answer? +

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"I can't imagine any answer that would be more satisfying to Perturabo."

"You're a genius, Morgan."

"Now I know where the Emperor has put his little ability to understand people's minds."

[Is this a compliment? 】

“Considering the language skills with which he drew me into his grand scheme: let’s call it a compliment.”

The Palmist watched calmly as Perturabo and Jonson returned to the ranks of their brothers: one looked ambitious, the other was calm and silent like no other, and they quickly melted into the queue of the Primarch. , after a period of low conversation and laughter, two brothers were replaced.

"Corax? Vulkan?"

Malcador thought for a moment.

"What are their responsibilities? Why I kinda can't remember."

[The emperor's feet allow him to reach down to the lowest level of the empire and into the lives and well-being of mortals: to put it simply, he is similar to the role of a people's livelihood official such as a tribune or the voice of the people. 】

The Spider Queen yawned: she was indeed very tired these days. After all, she had to imprint thousands of plans and awards in her mind, and the talents and military strategies of each Primarch were also These solutions have hundreds of millions of possibilities.

"Corax and Vulkan: to be his left foot and his right foot?"

Malcador was in a daze.

"I can already picture the Empire limping along in the future."

[Whatever, my old father will just stay at home from now on, right? He is unlikely to need foot organs. 】

The primarch laughed casually, not paying much attention to the direction of the Emperor: and his dear Gene Father could destroy the two insurance options of Corax and Vulkan, then his next plan should be Among all the emperor's children, someone who can understand human speech has been found to succeed him.

Well, join forces with Malcador: there is always a probability of success.

At this point, the Spider Queen couldn't help but glance at Sanguinius: It seems that in her final plan for the Emperor, the Archangel of Baal plays a role similar to this invisible heir?

What are Sanguinius' responsibilities?

The Emperor's Angel.

The Emperor's mouthpiece.

The Emperor's spokesman.

The voice of the emperor.

When this glorious image of the Lord of Mankind is finally going to be far away from everyone, is there any more suitable option than Sanguinius: he will serve as the Emperor's radiant substitute, and replace him in the confused and chaotic worlds he wanders around. On the planet, using his smile to calm the turmoil and his wings to bring loyalty and peace, he will set foot in the most unstable areas in the galaxy and turn them into a foundation that the Empire can rely on.

A vocation that couldn't be easier for Sanguinius.

Of course, it was impossible for Morgan to make it so easy for the Archangel of Baal: in the plan he handed over to the Emperor, there was an invisible clause that only he and the Emperor could see, but he was able to convince the Emperor to let Senge The main reason why Les served as his spokesman.

Think about it: a person who actually doesn’t know much about politics and military affairs and has no ambitions in these areas can correctly listen to the opinions of wise ministers, can treat internal and external crises in a balanced way, and can use his glorious image to To soothe people and unite loose factions under one wing.

Looking across the galaxy, could there be a greater injustice than this... Well, the Emperor's heir?

If Sanguinius was allowed to temporarily take over the position after the Emperor retired, I'm afraid not even Horus would have any objections, right?

The only thing the archangel lacks now is the experience of being a vase: isn't this just a supplement for him?

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but feel proud of her ingenious idea: but she knew that this kind of pride could only be felt in her heart. After all, Sanguinius's anger was much more terrifying than Leman Russ's. Morgan also didn't believe that the archangel of Baal would sincerely like the position she arranged.

Well: then she would say that Conrad deliberately encouraged her to do it.

Raise a child for a thousand days, use the child for a while.

The original body licked his lower lips, and in order not to be suspected by others, he forced himself to turn his gaze back from Sanguinius, passing by Angron and Magrus on the way: these two brothers will be very special today.

Because they would be the only ones among all the people who had not received the award, for this reason, Morgan had also approached them in advance and made some preliminary preparations in the hearts of the two blood relatives: Specifically, he wanted to maintain Magnus's mentality. After all, everyone knows Angron's attitude towards this kind of thing.

The Spider Queen didn't even dare to let her brother stand too close to the Emperor: Angron's close combat skills were very good, and even Konrad was very numb when facing him, and he couldn't protect the Void. Wang suddenly no longer felt nihilistic and wanted to choke their dear genetic father or cut off his descendants.

Although Morgan wanted to admit that this old man's parenting skills were worthy of terminating his children and grandchildren, but now is not the time...

As for Magnus…

From a distance, Morgan looked at King Prospero who noticed her, and smiled at each other. Then Magnus turned his head as if nothing had happened, looking at Corax and Vulcan leisurely. Returned, and Mortarion took their place.

And the Spider Queen, who was also watching all this, was calculating coldly in her heart: she was calculating Magnus's ending soon.

In fact, Morgan didn't arrange any position for Magnus at all. In her previous words to Magnus, she comforted the Scarlet King like this: Magnus's position will be very important, and he needs a job. The entire meeting of Nicaea serves as a foreshadowing and guide, and then the Emperor will announce his arrangements in front of everyone.

Think about it and know: The Lord of the Fifteenth Legion has no doubts about this [preferential treatment].

As for whether he can still get his position after the Nicaea meeting...

Morgan smiled.

She did leave the position of [Honorary Director of Prospero Private Prison Department] as a precaution.

I'm sure Magnus will like it.

After all: he is the childlike innocence of the Emperor.

The Primarch glanced in the direction of the Lord of Mankind.

[After so many years, he and Mortarion are still so nervous. 】

"There's nothing we can do about it."

The person holding the seal was not surprised.

"After all, the Lord of Death has always been a very... interesting guy."

"Seriously, his psychic potential ranks in the top five of all of you."

"But I never dared tell him."

"and……"

Malcador seemed to have thought of something, and he glanced at Morgan teasingly.

"I am also convinced that among all your Primarchs, Mortarion is almost in the top five in the Emperor's favor: maybe even you can't compare to him, Morgan. The Emperor simply favors him. Pampering is second only to unreasonable partiality towards Horus.”

【I also want to know. 】

Such a clumsy method of provocation only received a disdainful snort from the original body.

[Other than Warmaster, only Mortarion's position was personally thought of by the Emperor. 】

"yes."

The palm print maker also felt a little emotional.

"The Emperor's Breath...I have a feeling Mortarion wouldn't like that nickname."

[Just explain: The Emperor named him the Grand Inquisitor and gave him the highest authority to hunt aliens and wizards. Everyone must give way to him on this issue. He is like the Emperor's nose. Like the hounds of the Empire, they attack everywhere, responsible for digging out and eradicating all hidden dangers hidden in the galaxy one by one. 】

[Mortarion will like these. 】

"Without a doubt."

The Sealbearer smiled as he observed the Emperor's cautious appearance in front of Mortarion, as well as the Death Lord's sudden increase in resentment.

"But he would also hate the Emperor even more."

[This sentence is baseless: but you are definitely right, this is Mortarion. 】

[This is the Emperor's breath. Considering the smell on his body, it is difficult for me not to doubt whether this is a humiliating nickname: when I think about the Emperor's breath losing its influence on the enemy because of his too strong smell, Tracking, even the most ordinary Death Guard will proudly puff out their chests. 】

Morgan grinned.

[If you look at it this way, the Emperor is quite talented: but whether he really loves Mortarion is a question. 】

"His pampering has never been quite right."

The bearer did not look at her, but at the last primarch who had not yet set off: Alfaris was naturally ignored, not to mention that he chose to stand beside the infamous Macragge at this time. .

Everyone was wondering what kind of treatment Guilliman would receive from the Emperor.

"He is so."

"Same to you, Morgan."

Malcador grinned and looked at Morgan's stagnant expression with satisfaction.

"Or should I call you your destined long-lasting honorary title?"

"The Emperor's brain?"

"The Emperor's mind?"

"The Emperor's second Sealbearer?"

"Still..."

"The Prime Minister of the Great Crusade?"

【……】

Amidst Morgan's long silence and the hint of murderous intent, the person who personally promoted the Spider Queen to the position of [Palace Chancellor of the Great Crusade] revealed the secrets he had revealed since he set foot on the land of Ullanor. , the most cheerful and hateful smile.

"Now, don't mind telling me."

"Why would you install Guilliman on such a strange component?"

"Um?"

Malcador tilted his head: he seemed really curious about the answer.

"Guilliman: The Emperor's intestines?"

"What exactly do you think, Morgan?"