Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[Really... strange? ]

[What about Magnus: Logically, he should have arrived fifteen minutes ago? ]

The slender fingers tapped out a series of impatient notes on the obsidian table. Before she heard her own sigh, the Spider Queen had already crossed her legs, and her casual complaints reached the ears of her brothers.

Of course she would be in a bad mood: after all, in Morgan's worldview, although she didn't have many real red lines, each of them was unshakable, and the current King of Prospero had unknowingly trampled on the most important one.

Order.

The Primarch hated the situation getting out of control. She didn't want to see any situation that didn't exist in her advance planning suddenly appear, letting the development of the situation out of her control: but such accidents always happened repeatedly, especially when the development of the situation was closely related to her dear blood brothers, almost every Primarch had the ability to open Morgan's eyes.

Magnus was especially so.

Morgan sighed again.

As a psychic master who is almost unrivaled under the Emperor, how could Morgan not see the golden sun that was secretly hidden in the chest of the Prospero people: she knew better than anyone how terrifying this energy was. After all, she had felt almost the same breath as early as in the Perfect City.

But it was strange: Morgan was very sure that the ominous breath in the Perfect City came from the Emperor, at least from the Emperor's body, but in the senses of the Primarch, the owner of that breath was not the golden sun now, but a pure black, indescribable freak whose appearance could not be described in any human language.

Even if she bet on the courage of the Primarch, Morgan would still be afraid of that [thing] and deeply remember its appearance: but now, the exact same breath appeared in the center of Magnus' chest, on the body of the golden sun emitting sacred light, and even Morgan's own prying could not clearly distinguish the two breaths.

Moreover, even in Morgan's vision, this golden sun was undoubtedly the exclusive symbol of the Emperor: if she had not witnessed the monster in the Emperor's body on the land of the Perfect City, Morgan would probably believe like everyone else that this golden sun was indeed a part of the Emperor.

But thinking about it this way...

The Primarch's fingertips brushed his temples: there were traces of cold sweat on them.

A terrifying monster living in the Emperor's body, and a sun that must be closely related to the Emperor, which Magnus was willing to bring to such an occasion, and they both exuded the same breath: just a simple association seemed to be able to make up a whole horror story.

But the most terrifying thing is not this.

Morgan opened his eyes, his blue pupils exuding ruthless boredom, and quickly scanned the grand hall, which seemed empty and lonely compared to twenty minutes ago: Facts have proved that the cooperation between the Sigillites and the Imperial Guards is very effective. When the Primarchs were immersed in rest and conversation, the Imperial Guards, which were only a few thousand people, had already cleared out tens of thousands of senior officials under Malcador's advice.

Of course, these high-ranking and powerful figures did not leave Nikaia: they were huddled in the satellite cities radiating from the main hall to the entire surface of the planet, waiting for the final meeting results. The straight-line distance from here was only a few thousand meters.

Only top figures like the Forge General of Mars, the Supreme Lord of Terra, and the governors of various prominent sectors in the galaxy were allowed to stay in the meeting place of the Emperor and the Primarchs. Their number barely exceeded three digits, and they were highly concentrated under the protection of layers of unknown void shields that were temporarily built.

Such a scene made Morgan frown.

It was not because the rows of empty boxes on the lower floors had emptied her of the preliminary preparations for Nikaea, but because she knew the role of these nameless void shields: these were treasures presented to the Emperor by the Far Eastern Frontier. Compared with ordinary goods, these spoils seized from the alien ruins were also very effective in resisting the impact in the warp.

Of course, this "effective" is only for mortals, not to mention that because of the irreproducibility of alien technology, this seemingly priceless tribute is only occasionally useful in such occasions.

But what did the Emperor take it out for?

What did he realize?

In confusion, Morgan cast her eyes to the commanding height of the entire hall: the divine light emanating from the Emperor made it difficult for almost everyone to see his demeanor and appearance, leaving only a noble impression like thunder in their minds, but Morgan was not fooled by this. They clearly saw that the Emperor frowned slightly, and his knuckles turned a little white because of excessive force due to the readiness.

The golden hilt held in the palm of his hand had obvious dents.

There was no doubt that the Emperor and Malcador must have seen Magnus's sun. They were quite afraid of this, but they did not take any actual sanctions: if they only dispersed the irrelevant people and made preparations, it would mean that the Emperor had absolute confidence to suppress any situation of Magnus.

Morgan was also confident in this: she had never forgotten how the Lord of Mankind wiped out all traces of the alien Emperor in the world in front of her and all the soldiers at the end of the Second Randan War, just like wiping dust off his shoulders.

Even when facing the joint siege of four or five Primarchs including Morgan and Zhuangsen, the alien emperor seemed calm and composed: even until today, Morgan has no confidence to reach the level of any of the two emperors at that time. She thinks that she is just a little more skilled now. If she were placed on the battlefield of Randan, she could leave the alien emperor with an unforgettable [memories] for life, or even drag him to death together.

As for whether it can be done: it depends on whether fate is on her side.

And as for the emperor?

Let me tell you a joke: the more Morgan's power and psychic energy grow, the greater her fear of the emperor in her heart, because every time the Primarch steps onto a new step, she will find the traces left by the emperor here, and the steps of strength between her and the Lord of Humanity seem to be becoming more and more numerous and more and more distant with her progress.

Decades ago, if she tried a little harder, ate a little more, or simply borrowed some [strength] from those tenants in her mind who never paid their rent, she could have a fair fight with her genetic father, and it was not impossible to win.

But now?

She could only pray that the Emperor was really serious in the original Randan War, and that he had never made any progress since then.

God knows what the current Lord of Humanity has reached: sometimes, Morgan even really considered studying the Holy Words that Lorgar had stuffed into her. Although she still didn't think that the Emperor had any essential similarities with the Chaos Gods in her impression, the Emperor's various actions now seemed to be better described as gods.

Of course, almost.

Because the gods in the true sense must be smarter than her dear father.

The Primarch shook his head.

Yes, she couldn't deny a possibility that sounded absurd: that is, the Emperor simply didn't know what his Magnus had brought, so he had no reaction to it.

This is not the wisdom of the wise: it is the sheer ignorance of the ignorant.

[hiss...]

Morgan rolled his eyes.

Anyway, the Spider Queen felt that the Emperor might really know nothing about this, but it was unlikely that the Emperor really knew nothing about this: after all, no matter what, the black monster was actually parasitic in the Emperor's body.

He couldn't not feel it.

Morgan's brows were tightly knitted: she thought for a full three minutes, but she couldn't figure out the logic of it at all.

If the Emperor didn't care, it would seem that he was dragging his feet a bit, but if even the Emperor didn't know what it was. Then the Lord of Humanity would seem too stupid: think about it, based on her past experience, which side would be the mistake that the Emperor would make?

Morgan recalled for a moment.

...

Damn it.

Whether it was the inexplicable arrogance or the occasional burst of stupidity: it seemed that they were all mistakes that her good father would make, eh?

The Emperor wouldn't really not know what it is, and still confidently intend to suppress it by his own skills and strength: this is indeed something he can do.

Morgan retracted his gaze and rubbed his temples with a headache.

If she had known this would happen, she should have gone to find Malcador during her break, and then the two of them would have colluded with each other again to temporarily remove the power of the Lord of Mankind: anyway, this has been done seven or eight times, and even Valdor, the head of the Imperial Guard, has begun to be accustomed to such acts of usurpation.

She should have done this earlier. After realizing that Magnus was different, she should have informed Malcador to be prepared: if the Emperor hadn't told her in advance that anything on Nikaea had nothing to do with her, and the Spider Queen, who had been carrying some things, would have wanted to take a break.

It was really unlucky: she had only been lazy this time.

Morgan couldn't tell whether it was a sigh or gnashing of teeth: but judging from Conrad's face, the latter was more likely.

[What's wrong, Conrad? ]

"Nothing: but I think I know why Magnus was late."

Midnight Ghost waved his hand, and after making sure that he had attracted Morgan's attention, he directed her to look at the opposite stand: Although most of the audience had gathered under the standing void shield according to the Emperor's order, there was still a lonely figure standing arrogantly in his old position not long ago.

That was Leman Russ: His face didn't look good either.

"Because he was alone."

Conrad pointed to the empty seat next to the Wolf King.

"Obviously, Magnus was not the only one who was late. At least our brother Mortarion made the same mistake. Considering Leman Russ's current expression, I think Mortarion should not have informed him in advance: even the Death Guards were not present."

[Very normal. 】

Morgan nodded.

【After all, after what happened just now, Leman Russ is not a brother worthy of trust in Mortarion's eyes: I can probably guess what Mortarion is going to do. It seems that he wants to push Magnus into the bottomless abyss under the cliff with his own hands. 】

"That's right."

Conrad retracted his gaze, and did not forget to check with Leman Russ, and then nodded to each other silently: After doing all this, Midnight Haunter's eyes were on the red figure standing in front of them. He looked so lonely.

"Roughly speaking, after Magnus finished his meeting with Ahriman, he asked Ahriman to return here first, and he himself communicated with the Thousand Sons Legion again: Mortarion should have chosen this time period to block our Magnus brother somewhere."

[This can also explain why the Thousand Sons and the Death Guard are not present now. ]

Morgan stood up, she felt the whispers in the meeting room, and the sight of Malcador.

[I'll go find them. ]

"Too late."

Conrad shook his head, and then pointed his chin in the direction of the door.

"Someone is done."

Morgan looked in the direction: he saw the bronze door being slowly pushed open, and an arrogant figure walked in steadily, with a strong dark green aura marking his identity.

[Motarion: Why didn't he bring anyone this time? ]

Morgan raised his eyebrows.

"No one? Aren't there seven death shrouds behind him?"

[I mean the adjutant: Where did Typhon and Garro go? ]

"It seems to be the infirmary: I remember I saw Garro helping Typhon go there."

[That's not surprising. ]

Morgan closed his mouth and watched in silence as Mortarion walked triumphantly to the seat next to Leman Russ: the Lord of Death also ignored the protection of the void shield, and he sat directly in the first row of the audience, obviously wanting to witness the next big show up close.

Just as Lord Barbarus sat down, the bronze door that was not tightly closed was pushed open again roughly: the red Magnus lived up to his name, his swift steps made his figure like a red whirlwind, he did not choose to go to the audience, and his visibly gloomy face made the heirs who followed him look depressed.

Magnus walked straight to the center of the Nikaea Hall and stopped so close to the Emperor: the guards even raised their power halberds silently, and even Malcador quietly grasped the scepter.

"Everyone."

After standing still, Magnus' voice sounded unusually hoarse.

"I won't waste much time."

"But..."

"I apply to be the first to speak: to end this boring farce."

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"I bet you that Mortarion must have said something to him."

[And it made him very unhappy. 】

Morgan sat down and habitually began to review the most powerful spells in her hand: those used to kill people.

She did not accept Conrad's bet.

Because she saw: Magnus had already stretched out his red big hand to his chest.