Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[You're late, Russ.]

"Sorry, Mortarion is a little more troublesome than I thought. It took me a lot of persuasion to get him to realize the reality."

[Use your mouth? I thought you two would fight on the spot: after all, I can hear your quarrel from thousands of meters away.]

"Use psionic power?"

[Of course, I know that the entire hall is made of inert materials, but for a psionicist of my level, this resistance is insignificant: I can even sit here and hear the sound of Horus dripping essential oil on the feather tip of Sanguinius.]

"Then you must have heard Mortarion's complaints after I left?"

[I can hear it now: you really pissed him off.]

"He's... just like that."

In the Wolf King's rough throat, a group of curses that were about to come out were forcibly suppressed by the few etiquettes, making Leman Russ look very uncomfortable, and his mood, which was not very good at all, became even more irritable.

Although the reckless and foul-mouthed Wolf King was just an exquisite external disguise of the Fenris people: However, after more than a century of disguise, whether this wolf skin was just a disguise or had been quietly sewn into the flesh and blood of the Primarch was something that no one could be sure of.

Even Leman Russ himself couldn't figure this out, and he was even more afraid that he would really come up with something: So, he simply gave up thinking, anyway, in most cases, he just needed to play the role of the savage Wolf King.

There was the Emperor in front and Morgan behind, not to mention Malcador who had staked his life and property and couldn't escape even if he wanted to: Anyway, there would never be a shortage of people who needed to think, so why should he bother himself here?

As long as he could figure out who to show his teeth to, whether to really bite, whether to bite blood or bite people to death, it would be enough for his duties: there was one thing that Leman Russ had figured out since the first day he left Fenris.

That is: in this galaxy, the smarter people are, the more they think, the more tired they are, and the worse their fate will be.

Coincidentally: there is one in front of him.

Leman Russ smiled, at least to ease his mood a little, he turned around and closed the door behind him, blocking out the noise of thousands of mortals talking loudly in the dark corridors of Nikaea.

According to Malcador, the guards will soon clear out these imperial dignitaries one by one, leaving only those who are credible: this may be the best news Leman Russ has heard in the past twenty hours.

Those mortals are here to make trouble, even if they unite and support one of Mortarion or Magnus, it will not affect the final judgment of the Emperor: The Wolf King actually doesn't understand why the All-Father brought these people here specifically, is it to perfunctory the superficial fairness and democracy of the Empire?

Can't figure it out: Maybe Morgan and Malcador can figure it out?

But him? After all, he is not made for this.

The wolf king sighed: he found that he seemed to sigh more frequently recently.

[Is there something bothering you? ]

"A lot."

Morgan's question came from behind, and Ruth responded without even thinking: he was not surprised that the Spider Queen could see his deepest thoughts, and he had no impulse to deliberately hide something in front of Morgan.

He knew that Morgan was a smart man, and a smart man who knew how to judge the situation: although the brother and sister had not been together for a long time, Ruth could at least believe that when he and Morgan were squatting in the same trench, the Spider Queen would not plot against him.

Reputation, this is Morgan's most valued asset for a long time: although she has never had the opportunity to cash it out on a large scale, but reputation is like a well-preserved red wine in a cellar, and the long wait will only make its value increase day by day.

So, at least now, he didn't have to think about what he wanted to say in front of Morgan. He could say whatever he wanted to say. Morgan would follow his words anyway, and he didn't have to worry about her taking the opportunity to trap him: Allfather, this is what Leman Russ needs most now!

"Sometimes, Morgan, I really envy you and Malcador: it seems that nothing is a big deal for you. Even if a new Eye of Terror collapses in the center of the galaxy, I think you two can insist on finishing afternoon tea."

[Then you really misjudged him: Malcador never drinks afternoon tea. ]

"Who knows: maybe he has a golden tea room in private."

Russ smiled. This illogical nonsense made him feel that his mood was getting better little by little, but the long-lost pain in his mind was still tormenting his nerves: I don't know why, in recent times, he always felt that something was wrong with his body.

Maybe it's because he has been staying with the Emperor for the past few months?

It doesn't make sense.

Leman Russ muttered all the way, dragging his still heavy footsteps, leaving a clattering sound on the blue floor, until he finally stood at the bottom of the crystal chandelier, and then he could see the other brothers in the room clearly.

"What are you doing: Are you guys pretending to be a reconstituted family here?"

[Ah, you actually figured it out? ]

Morgan's giggles drew Leman Russ's attention: Then, the wolf king frowned.

"Why are you lying on the table, Morgan?"

[Keep your head clear: I will fall asleep easily if I lie on the sofa. ]

The Primarch's voice was clear, but Russ could not see her face clearly: the Spider Queen was lying flat on the marble table, with her eyes closed, her silver-white hair flowing from the top of the mountain in all directions, and some of them were like lazy sleeping dragons, coiling around the narrow gap under the blue-black bra.

Looking closer, the skirt that was about to drag on the ground was disturbed by a pair of knee-high boots swinging back and forth, making almost the same pendulum motion at a height of half a meter: and at one end of the pendulum, Leman Russ saw the familiar black long hair.

"Conrad? Why are you sitting on the ground?"

"It's an old problem."

The Midnight Ghost was concentrating on a small object in his hands. The Wolf King couldn't tell its name, but he always felt that the scene in front of him was really a strange sense of déjà vu.

Morgan resting lazily? Konrad sitting cross-legged on the ground? Who's next?

Moving his sight to the right, a notorious golden head floated into the Wolf King's field of vision: the Macragge man was still wearing his classic ceremonial armor, sitting on one side of the sofa surrounding Morgan and Konrad, his whole body leaning forward, his head lowered, staring at the steaming tea in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

But Russ saw clearly: Guilliman was just dozing with his eyes closed.

His sight continued to move, and soon he found two figures in the corner of the wall. The lion of Caliban was sitting upright on an independent sofa facing Morgan, with a serious look on his lips, holding a large newspaper-like thing in his hand: the drooping corner of the paper had the logo of the Emperor's Children, which should be a quick report on the battle situation in the Maelstrom.

Judging from the look on Jonson's face, at least he was not satisfied with the above content: Corax also held the same view. He combed his long hair into a simple ponytail and leaned against the back of the sofa where Jonson sat, with his arms just touching the back of the lion's head.

The rustling sound of conversation came from the direction of the two people. The Lion King and the Raven King seemed to have different views. Their discussion was intense but not serious: Jonson felt that Corax was whimsical, and the Raven King was accusing his brother of being rigid.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

After watching this scene, the Wolf King sat directly opposite Guilliman.

"I think I'm right, Morgan: you guys are like a reconstituted family."

"What? You are not satisfied with building a new empire in the Far East, and now you want to build a new imperial family?"

"You are really rude, brother."

Morgan did not speak, but Guilliman spoke with his eyes closed.

"I'm not rude?"

Leman Russ laughed strangely.

"You should really listen to what the Terrans outside are saying about your performance at the Nikaea Conference, Guilliman: Ambitious is a mild adjective. If someone thinks you just want independence, then he must have received money from Macragge."

"Honestly, brother."

The Wolf King leaned forward.

"Aren't you really worried that those guys on Terra will do something to you again?"

"Worried?"

Guilliman smiled.

"Russ, I just realized that those people on Holy Terra, no matter what they say or do, have no impact on my affairs in the Five Hundred Worlds: I can't count on them to help, and they can't shake me if they want to do something, so I became what I am today."

The Macragge man drank a sip of tea, and Leman Russ shook his head repeatedly.

"Malcador will have to worry more."

"On the contrary: my relationship with him has never been better than it is now."

"Don't you think so, Morgan?"

Guilliman looked up, and his shout disturbed the Spider Queen: Morgan opened his eyes, first opened his arms, stretched as if waking up from a dream, and then crossed his legs, leaving a graceful S curve on the table.

【It will always come to this. 】

Morgan waved his hand and focused his attention on Russ: She smiled.

【You know what? Mortarion stopped his complaints when I stood up: You really pissed him off, Russ. 】

"If I hadn't angered him, he would still think that he could have wiped out all of you on Nikaea: Mortarion is such a person. He knows exactly what he can do, but he has a stubborn greed."

[All farmers are like this, and it's not their fault. Often, it's this greed that allows them to squeeze out more energy and cultivate a few more acres of land: the life and death of a family often depends on the harvest of these few acres of land. 】

[What follows is greed, persistence, or arrogance: always want more harvests, always be able to withstand wind and rain, even in the most famine years, but at the same time, because he is the irreplaceable pillar of the family, he will always develop a character that says what he means under the eaves, even if he knows the truth and will be stubborn to the end. 】

[Don't worry, when he finds out that he is no longer the pillar, his decline will be faster than you think. 】

"How do you know everything?"

[I rule an empire, trillions of people of all kinds: since I want to rule them, I naturally have to know a little bit about each group of people, including a peasant family in a feudal world. 】

This sentence made Leman Russ stare at Morgan's face in silence for a long time.

"You know, Morgan: I sometimes feel like you are the Emperor's chosen heir."

[What about Horus? 】

"He is lucky. The vast majority of the original bodies stand in his position. With his conditions, they can at least shoulder the responsibility of war commander: The Wolf Shepherd God also knows this very well, otherwise you think why in his heart He is always uncertain and treats everyone with suspicion."

"Horus is very clear: in his case, choice really outweighs effort."

"At least, you, Morgan: If you are the first of us to come back, the person we swear allegiance to on Ullanor must be the Lord of Avalon as the Warmaster. To me, this is a very important thing. It’s a good plan, although Horus is indeed convincing, but he always makes me feel inexplicably regretful.”

[No need to regret, brother. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[It’s the same for everyone: Even if you put me in a tactical position, the current situation of the empire will not change much. Don’t I have half the opposition among the original body? And on some other issues, I'm not confident that I can do as well as Horus. 】

"What's the problem?"

The Wolf King was a little curious.

"loyalty."

Before Morgan could speak, an unreasonable sound, whether it was a reply or a pure murmur, floated over from the direction of the Macragge who had been lowering his head: Leman Russ could clearly see, At this moment, even Morgan's expression cracked.

Everyone in the room, including Jonson and Corax who were discussing, involuntarily raised their heads, looking directly at Guilliman either curiously or angrily: until Guilliman reacted and silently raised his head. He raised his hands and showed a smile.

"Ah, it's okay, everyone: I'm just minding my own business here."

"snort."

Jonson snorted slightly at this.

"You are quite ambitious in your private matters, brother: as befits a Macragge."

It was quite rare that Guilliman just lowered his head silently when faced with this sentence.

"Isn't your temper well controlled?"

The Wolf King grinned and tried his best to listen to what he said just now as a slip of the tongue: For God's sake, my father, he already wanted to plot two blood brothers at the same time on Nikaea, so don't add a third one. Already.

"Then according to what you said, Morgan..."

The Wolf King returned to the topic.

"Even if you were the first, wouldn't All Father appoint you as Warmaster?"

[The probability is not very high...]

"No."

This time it was Conrad who interrupted.

"It's simply impossible."

The Night Lord smiled crudely.

"Listen, Russ: Even if the Emperor drags Morgan into the palace of Terra on the spot and asks her to give him a new Warmaster who will be married to him and his grandchildren will be happy together, he will not hang up the things that originally belonged to Horus. On Morgan’s head.”

"That's inappropriate, you know..."

"Bang!"

Before Conrad finished speaking, the Spider Queen's boots swayed just right, and in the blink of an eye, she kicked the pale head and its appendages into the air, drawing a beautiful arc. .

Leman Russ's eyes widened, and he saw that the entire room was indifferent to this: Jonson and Corax were still discussing, and the Crow King just glanced at Conrad to make sure that he would not ruin their game. machine.

Guilliman was more skillful: he clearly lowered his head and couldn't see the interaction between Morgan and Conrad, but when Leman Russ didn't even react, the Macraggean, who was absorbed in drinking tea, As if predicting the future, he tilted his body slightly to the right, allowing the flying midnight ghost to pass him by, without even a single ash from his hair touching his tea.

Before Conrad landed, Guilliman returned to his normal sitting posture: he even didn't forget to take another sip of tea to calm his shock.

"..."

In the Wolf King's shock, Morgan moved her butt, straightened her legs, held one side of her skirt with both hands, and wiped the toes of her boots on the carpet with a look of disgust.

【All right. 】

[Where were we just talking, my brother Leman Russ? 】