Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Jump completed."

“Get into physical space.”

The maid's whisper awakened the Lord of the Second Legion from a brief slumber. When she opened her blue pupils, the galaxy named Macragge suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Sixteen star fortresses and weapons platforms were detected, three fleets were detected, five communication requests were detected, including images and psionic energy, and the number of void engines was over a hundred. There was no further intention to fire."

The short maid stood beside Morgan. Her brain was connected to some of the instruments on the Glory Queen-class battleship. Her powerful computing power allowed her to easily accept tens of thousands of data, and then quickly pick out the most important ones. , reported to her mistress.

Of course, sometimes simple reporting may not work.

"Instructions please, Mistress."

"Please wake up, Mistress."

The voice of the young maid echoed in the room that no one was allowed to enter. She called again and again until a lazy arm propped up on the beanbag sofa in front of her, and then fell down again.

The maid blinked. After hesitating for a moment, the running program already written in her mind told her what to do.

The dining cart filled with waffles and white chocolate was temporarily pushed aside. The maid flexed her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, walked up to the Primarch, grabbed one of her feet, and gently dragged her back and forth. Let Morgan's will keep waking up to her rhythm.

"No deep rest yet, Mistress."

"You still have work to do."

【...I...I know...】

After pulling back and forth for more than ten seconds, Morgan's intermittent awakening voice activated the stop button in the maid's mind. In her ruthless red pupils, the Lord of the Second Legion crawled off her soft cushion with some struggle. When she got up, she was wearing a white robe that was too large, and she still looked a little awake.

By the standards of the Primarch, this is inevitably a bit slow: but this is exactly the normal reaction that Morgan will have when he is in a [distended] state after eating a lot, somewhat similar to the low blood pressure of a mortal.

"You need to eat, Mistress: this is your order set aside before you rest."

The glass of ice water that was handed to her somewhat eased Morgan's mental disorder. She took a few seconds to wake herself up completely, and then looked to the side: the maid she had built herself was pushing a silver-white dining cart. There is a beautiful pink texture on the edge.

This is exactly Aniya: Although the Primarch of the Iron Warriors has strengthened Morgan's maid a hundred million points, in the eyes of the Lord of the Second Legion, her maid is still so weak and can only fight against long-range enemies. Just sniping and killing a few Astartes warriors. Too rough physical work is really not suitable for her.

Therefore, the Lord of the Second Legion chose to further process her maid in her laboratory to let her understand what a maid should do: such as the most efficient cleaning and pastry making, and the effect was also Very gratifyingly, the Spider Queen lived a happy life as a rice insect as she wished.

She was already considering whether to build a few more [Maids]. Anyway, she had already thoroughly understood the transformation drawings and weapon installation strategies that Perturabo gave her, and the Dawnbreakers didn't have the slightest idea of ​​Aniya's existence. With suspicion and concern, Lana and others even treated the only maid who could enter and leave the original body's residence with caution, for fear that their strength would accidentally hurt the fragile arms and torso.

"What do you want to eat, mistress?"

The maid slowly pushed the dining cart in front of Morgan. The Spider Queen casually glanced at the dazzling three-story tower, and got entangled in the warm air of black tea and coffee.

Everything looks so perfect and tempting: the shiny sandwich occupies the bottom kingdom, the thin slices of cucumber and the smoked ham compete with each other; and the fluffy toasted waffle is dripping with The sweet honey and the crispy egg rolls form a perfect sweet rival, replacing the scones that Morgan doesn't like, occupying the second level of the three-story tower.

The top layer is the most gorgeous: the smooth and creamy tiramisu is made with the most authentic mascarpone cheese, sprinkled with cocoa powder that looks like an ink-colored snow layer, and exudes a light coffee smell. ; And the Black Forest cake, which combines the delicacy of chocolate with the richness of kirsch, is not inferior at all; the apple pie is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and when it is cut, a mouth-watering viscous soup flows out, like lava. The egg tarts have been modified, and the taste of the shell is the soft and rotten flavor that the Primarch loved most.

[Reliable as always, my lovely Aniya, it is a genius decision to put all the knowledge about desserts into your processor. 】

The Primarch hummed a Welsh ditty briskly. She inserted a piece of mousse cake that squirmed like jelly, put the bright berries and thick cream into her mouth, and greedily licked the cake on her fingertips. Residue.

The maid blinked, washed her hands, and poured a cup of black tea for her mistress. When her crimson pupils witnessed the silver-haired queen wiping out most of the tower in an instant, she felt the most powerful feeling. The low breath of joy and satisfaction passed through her heart, which was more motivating than any roaring program operation.

[Have we arrived at Macragge? 】

"There are still seven seconds until Mr. Rana reports to you on the communicator."

[A little faster than I thought. 】

Morgan yawned, walking barefoot on the floor of the room: the original body's private lounge was built with a beanbag and a soft low bed, where you could lean on and sit on the soft Furniture is everywhere, and in the corners are scattered trinkets collected by the Spider Queen. The floor of the entire room is a soft tatami, and shoes are piled at the door.

When she found that her emotions seemed to be slowly recovering at an uncontrollable pace, Morgan chose to slowly accept and face those things that were becoming wrong with her after the initial failed suppression: for example, in her As she gradually regained her emotions, there seemed to be more and more "mortal" parts of her body, to the point where she was a little too strange compared to her other blood relatives.

It's confusing...that's all, she has enough things that she can't figure out right now.

The Primarch rubbed the corners of her brows, expelling the last trace of confusion from her mind. She casually responded to Rana's report, and after drinking the black tea handed over by the maid, she walked out of the room where no outsider would notice. Came to his fitting room.

[Okay, let me think about it. 】

The Lord of the Second Legion muttered to himself.

[What do you mean by that alien...]

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The six giant war horns left by the ancient kings of Macragge were emitting sharp and hoarse roars together, and the ear-splitting roar echoed in the city and among the tens of thousands of people who greeted them.

The sharp music of the Thirteenth Legion followed, and eight hundred silver trumpets and trumpets played a bright triumphal music. Just like an experienced band conductor, whenever this chapter of music reaches the climax and key point, At the critical moment, the crowds surrounding both sides of the square would involuntarily let out continuous cheers, forming waves of enthusiastic waves.

Guilliman, dressed in full ceremonial armor, is standing on the platform of the Titan Gate, which is the northern entrance to the Military Plaza and one of the most grand entrances and placements in the entire Macragge city: its spectacular scale. Enough to accommodate thirty divine machines at the same time. These powerful weapons, headed by Warlord Titans, come from the four Titan legions allied with Guilliman. What is unknown to people is that the Lord of Ultramar at this time In fact, I am still thinking about forming an alliance with the other two Titan armies.

The master of Macragge stood at the highest point he could possess. His extraordinary hearing was occupied by music that was either lively or magnificent, while his pupils looked back and forth at anything he could observe. In a place, from the gleaming marble floor of the Military Square at his feet to the beautiful manor houses in the distance that housed many parliamentarians' mansions, he simultaneously thought about all the elements that built this grand welcome ceremony, making sure for the last time that nothing would happen Where blood relatives are offended.

"You need not be so worried, my lord."

When Ms. Jotun walked to Guilliman's side, the Primarch was concentrating on the victorious army guards gathered in the square: that was a huge force of five thousand people, and behind them there were more mortal warriors. The formation of the formation with the Astartes forced Guilliman to think about whether his blood relative, who only had more than 20,000 children, would regard this as a kind of showing off and pressure?

"No matter what you want to change, now is not a good time, my lord, your blood relative will arrive in less than three minutes. Any slightest change will cause a chaos when she arrives. Instead of being here Instead of worrying about it, it is better to face whatever may happen with your most open-minded attitude."

The words of the Palace Lord are always so rational, objective and timely, which can make Guilliman feel at ease at any time: Due to various considerations, Jotun will only call her adopted son "Sir" in public. After all, Now they were Archons of Macragge and his Lord Chamberlain, rather than the Primarch and his beloved foster mother.

Guilliman felt bad about this, but he talked himself into it.

"I know, ma'am, I know what I should do, you don't have to worry."

Guilliman replied in a low voice. Behind him, an attendant came up and handed the Primarch a data plate: The void shield and airspace opening rights over Macragge can only be controlled by the Primarch. Initiated by human genetic samples, this technology has been flexibly and widely used in many important matters of the legion.

Guilliman took over the data pad, and the city's systems began to operate due to his orders. Almost in the blink of an eye, the figure of another Glory Queen-class battleship was faintly visible in the clear sky of Macragge. The Lord of the Ultramarines' superhuman senses allowed him to discover the group of Storm Birds emerging from the end of the sky before all scanning instruments.

"She has fewer attendants than I thought."

Guilliman murmured in a low voice, causing the Lord of Palace Affairs to smile silently.

Under the gaze of the Primarch, the Stormbirds painted silvery white landed on the military square one after another. There was no fancy or connotative performance, and there was no invisible show off of military power, just like As if completing a most basic mission, the flight engines of the Second Legion landed one after another. Their movements were as unpretentious as their paintings: silver-white appearance, simple but accurate spray-painted sequences such as [Ⅱ] , or the symbol of the Dawnbreaker Legion: the sun in a Celtic circle.

When Guilliman saw three hundred Dawnbreakers lined up neatly and standing in the square, he remembered the worry and jealousy he had felt a few seconds ago. He was afraid that his blood relatives would show off their strength. , making the meeting tense: now it was the Lord Macragge's turn to feel the slightest remorse for his narrow-mindedness.

"Dorro, Grod, follow me, Auguston, please leave this place to you."

After assigning orders to the commanders of the First and Second World War regiments and the commander of the Invincible Iron Guard, the Primarch turned to look at his adoptive mother, drew the last strength from her silent smile, and then also showed a kind of The friendly but extremely solemn smile that best represented Macragge walked off the platform.

From a distance, he saw that his blood relative also chose to step off her Storm Bird at the same moment. Behind her was an extremely solemn guard. His silver-white finely crafted armor was dotted with Martian red. It was rimmed with gold, and its stern face reminded Guilliman vaguely of his unpopular brother.

Just like Dorne...

The Lord of Macragge muttered lowly in his heart. He walked down the steps and walked towards his blood relatives. Just like his blood relatives did the opposite thing, the two originals slowly approached each other. They The initial distance between them may be one kilometer long. This is a long wait. All the noise and trumpets disappeared at this moment. Even the noisy voices of the crowd gradually became lower. An unprecedented silence enveloped the base. Liman's ears made him feel uncomfortable.

He saw Morgan. They were only a few hundred meters away from each other now, and he could easily observe this blood relative who was only in legend.

She was wearing a white robe, the color of which had the same beauty as the marble statue. The skirt was obviously homemade, because it did not fall off at all, but it perfectly covered the constantly intertwined Toes, Guilliman couldn't even see what shoes his blood relatives were wearing.

On the upper body, she used a pair of exquisite half-length armor as the perfect answer to the dress. The patterns embellished on the armor were simple and majestic, telling that its owner was not a delicate and delicate girl, but the relationship between kingdom and class. Complex forms gathered on both sides of the armor, and finally bowed to the authority of the sun in the Celtic ring. Near the neck, the magic five stars that symbolized Morgan's personal symbol were It plays the dual role of brooch and majesty, telling the authority and strength possessed by its owner.

She has a beautiful face, like a pure girl, but her sharp pupils tell the majesty of a warrior and commander, and the lingering charm between her eyebrows tells everyone that her chest contains wisdom and rational thoughts. This is her most valuable and important corner.

This is his blood relative, the Lord of the Second Legion of the Empire, the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker...

The Lord of Macragge felt that his breathing was getting a little faster at an undetectable speed. When he saw the eagle marks symbolizing the descendants of Romulus and Remus, he was surprised. He felt a subconscious emotion: Finally, not all blood relatives were incompatible with Macula anymore.

If such a female eagle can be a close neighbor of the Five Hundred Worlds, it may not be a completely bad thing: at least, her soul should contain some tacit understanding with the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar that she can learn from without a teacher. .

The Primarch thought: So, he was the first to reach out his hand.

"Welcome, blood relative."

[My honor, blood relative. 】

Guilliman smiled, and in his smile, those eyes that could penetrate all rational thoughts were looking at that pale face and beautiful hair, with those silver threads rising in the wind, and using When the blunt front end brushed against Guilliman's armor, the Primarch suddenly realized something.

He suddenly realized: the first time he saw his blood relatives from a distance, he seemed to see an illusion, an aura that made him feel familiar and close, as if it would make him unconsciously start to rely on them. trust.

Morgan, his blood relative, seemed to contain some secret, some aura, some important factor that was common on Macragge, making the master of the Ultramarines feel familiar without being bored.

what is that……

A moment of thought passed through the Primarch's mind. In his conscious and unconscious deliberation, the two Primarchs had already exchanged several useless and necessary words. The smiles on their faces passed through various instruments, making the square Countless mortals around him were caught up in the noise of relief and enthusiasm.

Everything goes well, doesn't it?

Guilliman made a gesture and invited his blood relatives to climb the remaining steps with him to the platform overlooking everything, while four Primarch guards from two legions followed a few steps away. Behind Haruka.

The Lord of Macragge walked in front, and his brain experienced unimaginable roaring and roaring in a brief moment. It was enough to start ten star sectors thinking about a problem and constantly running around. This kind of effort is It was so effective that when Guilliman looked back again, he already had the answer.

Look at the smile of his blood relative.

In his eyes, it looked so much like...

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picture……

Ms. Euton?