Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Delineate responsibilities and confirm obligations.

In other words, they ignore the power of heaven and divide the territory and the land.

Of course, Archon Macragge would not admit the latter two points: in his mouth, these were nothing more than two Primarchs guarding the distant frontiers for the Empire, roughly understanding and communicating about their respective responsibilities, and it was within their authority A little bit of extreme operation within.

The results of all discussions can be changed later. All verbal treaties are only for reference. No matter what consensus they reach, an order from the Lord of Humanity or Holy Terra will always be the final decision. Priority is enough to completely overturn any agreement or reference document reached between them.

And what they are doing now is just that under the premise that the Lord of Mankind and the War Council on Holy Terra have not sent any systematic guidance documents, the two managers are testing each other for further development in the future. It is only necessary to build a foundation for a cooperative system in a comprehensive way, and prioritize building a simple system that can trust each other.

This system does not have any authority or possibility of forced execution. Its only function is to provide reference and disclose some fait accompli facts, so that both parties can have an understanding of the current situation and future expectations, so that further cooperation can have more opportunities. Success rate.

Verbally, in front of everyone, Guilliman said this.

And in his heart, in the depths of his thoughts that Morgan could detect, he also thought so from the bottom of his heart, but there was only a small resistance from some politicians.

【……】

Morgan hesitated, and for a moment she had some Perturabo-like distress: Was the friendliness, loyalty, and kindness shown by the person in front of him really what he was thinking in his heart? Rather than being sophisticated enough to look fake?

When the Archon of Macragge unfolded the star map, he discussed with his blood relatives everything about the southeastern border of the galaxy: the imperial world, the unknown star field, the mysterious vortex, and those future enemies who cannot be surrendered or need to be destroyed. At this time, Morgan was listening carefully on the outside, but her soul was busy doing another thing.

With a certain attitude of not giving up, when the Lord of Macragge pointed to the worlds containing abundant manpower and resources and talked about their history and role, the spider queen's will net was scattered in her command. Kai turned into thousands of sharp threads that no one could notice, surrounding her blood relatives opposite her in the sea of ​​souls.

She still didn't quite believe it, and she still wasn't willing to face the pure sun she saw through her exploration: maybe Guilliman's disguise was too clever? Clever enough to completely deceive the deep vision she was so proud of?

Morgan was still unwilling to let go of this self-scornful guess. The thread of her will swept through Guilliman's completely open heart over and over again. After repeated smooth explorations, the Spider Queen became even more suspicious. Bewildered: could any Primarch really be so psychically retarded? So slow that he is no different from a red-skinned organlin?

There are so many questions, and so many confusions, that Morgan is not even willing to believe the only answer that can easily answer them all, which is: Guilliman is really a very rare primarch. A normal person is so normal that his three views and world view are no different from those of an excellent mortal, and he does not have any more defenses against psychic energy, because he does not think that he can be a psychic creature at all, so he never There is basically no defense against subspace.

Or even worse: maybe he sincerely believes in the truth of the Empire and is prepared to use so-called scientific concepts to interpret the subspace and all the products it affects.

【……】

In addition to being extremely absurd in itself, this answer is indeed perfect and can answer all the problems Morgan encounters.

So, does anyone really believe in that imperial truth?

【……】

So weird, take another look.

The Spider Queen looked at a certain original body in front of her who was sincerely interested in the vast star map, and she believed this ridiculous answer. However, under her deep-rooted cautious thoughts, Morgan decided to give it one last try.

Fortunately, there were no powerful think tanks among the followers carried by the two primarchs. The Lord of Macragge may have regarded this as a silent show of goodwill, but it did help the spider. The Queen's little gesture.

A psychic spear that was so small that people could hardly feel the pain, but enough that people could vaguely detect it, took shape in the whisper of the Lord of the Second Legion. After glancing at the blood relatives who were still talking, Morgan pretended to change her posture, her will surging in the sea of ​​souls, and she smashed the spear into the back of Guilliman's seemingly defenseless head.

The Spider Queen can swear by the souls of countless aliens who have died under her own hands. This is definitely a surprise blow, and it is enough to give any psyker another basic sense of crisis: if the person in front of her is a master of disguise, Then even the most brutal animal instinct under tense nerves is enough to make him react, thus revealing the real flaw.

So... what is the truth?

Morgan stared closely at the Lord of Macragge opposite her, with some anticipation in her eyes.

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…

? !

Guilliman touched his head, stopped talking, and looked around.

Is it an illusion? Why did he feel like someone was throwing stones at him?

The slight pain was fleeting. When Guilliman's eyes came out of confusion and looked at the blood relative opposite him again, he keenly captured that there seemed to be something on Morgan's rational and perfect face. The moment of distortion and unnaturalness was as if she had to face and accept a supernatural event that was far beyond her imagination.

She frowned, her blue pupils flashed with sincere confusion, her lips were slightly opened, her tongue licked her teeth, and she took a deep breath: everything lasted only a moment, but it was enough to be caught by Guilliman's gaze. captured.

so……

Could it be that there was something wrong with his words again?

The Lord of Macragge first thought of this possibility, and quickly became nervous because of it: Guilliman knew very well that his words were actually somewhat offensive. Although he did not violate any of the laws of the empire, he also violated them unintentionally. Some [default rules].

Logically speaking, the Primarchs have no time to point out and carve up the ownership of any imperial world privately: if it is just about the transfer and gift of one or two worlds, it would be harmless, but now in front of the two Primarchs Yes, it is a huge map covering dozens of star regions, and their combined area is comparable to the smallest empire star region.

Here I have to praise the operational capabilities and overall planning methods of the Lord of the Ultramarines: The Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, as a remote area on the southeastern edge of the galaxy, have already been transformed by Guilliman's internal affairs and diplomatic methods. It has established an extraordinary influence in the Far Eastern Star Territory. Although the identity of the Five Hundred Worlds has not changed, its sphere of influence has reached as far as the Maelstrom area, radiating about one-sixth of the Milky Way.

It is precisely because of such a huge influence that it radiates to the area that rumors such as "Guilliman's huge ambition" have persisted throughout the human empire. The Lord of Macragge has also heard a few words related to it. , but he had never really cared about these rumors: Ultramar's semi-independence came from the personal promise of the Lord of Mankind. Guilliman believed that there was nothing illegal in what he did. It belongs to man who is not afraid of shadows. incline.

As for his continuous expansion of his private territory: In fact, every Legion of Astartes has the right to manage and rule the unknown world that they have explored and conquered on their own. There is nothing illegal in this, but the Ultramarines are in this regard Just a little too enthusiastic.

In general, Guilliman is fearless towards those brothers and mortals who accuse him, after all, he has a clear conscience.

But now, something is different: He is indeed doing something that rubs the bottom line.

In fact, the Lord of Macragge was not unaware that what he was doing was [illegal]. In his plan, he was constantly thinking about whether to delete this activity: but after seeing his blood relatives in Avalon, After having almost the same rational pupils as Ms. Yodon, the Primarch of the Ultramarines subconsciously determined that his blood relative must also be a rational and thoughtful person, and she would know that the Lord of Macragge is like this the meaning of doing, and recognize the goodwill and cooperative intentions he expressed.

Yes, for a moment, Guilliman's passion overcame his caution, the vengeful son in the Primarch's heart defeated Macragge's Archon, and the eagerness for the future broke through the already weak foundation. Calmness allowed Guilliman to utter those words and those dangerous remarks.

A blood relative who may be like-minded and have the same thoughts as him: Although it is not completely certain, the possibility of this reality alone is enough to make the Lord of Macragge excited, and then he naturally rises desire for cooperation.

The first step in cooperation is naturally to reveal the bottom line and interest demands of both parties, so as to achieve cooperation in those areas where there is no conflict and seek coexistence in those areas where there is conflict: thus, the star map was unfolded, and a quite The [ambitious] Lord of Macragge appeared in front of the Dawnbreakers.

This doesn't sound like the actions of a mature politician, but the question is: is the Lord Macragge really a mature politician? Does he really have that cold heart that disregards shame, puts interests first, and remains diplomatic and rational at all times? Or, can he really quench his impulsiveness and recklessness for the ideals in his heart, and carefully and silently swallow the consequences of reality?

If he had, he wouldn't be called [Son of Vengeance].

If he had, maybe in another world that was not similar, maybe in the world called Kaos, he would not be restricted by the most clumsy lies and the simplest thoughts, and would helplessly face his own problems. The invasion of the world and the massacre of his own children were regarded as a [misunderstanding].

In fact, at least in the glorious days of the Great Crusade, Macragge's Archon could never be called a complete politician. Although he had political talents and skills developed alternately between nature and nurture, he also possessed A simple thought that benefits the public, but he is still far from a real politician.

He is too naive and too rational.

He is too calm and he is too reckless.

He has a universal mind, but is persistently attached to Ultramar.

He is loyal and reliable, but he is always reluctant to take the initiative to take the lead.

He can sort out well-organized plans when no one is around, but he will also behave extremely irrationally when the environment and reality are slightly disturbed.

He can display slick political tactics when necessary, but sometimes all it takes is the simplest lies and misinformation to make him do ridiculously stupid things.

These are undoubtedly his shortcomings, but on the other hand, these are also his strengths. His passion, his innocence, and even his often suppressed restless heart formed an indomitable, firm belief in hope and Glory's noble heart, together with his political skills and thinking ability, constitute the greatest and most important son of the Emperor among all the Primarchs. For ordinary mortals, compared with him, Baal's Archangel is too divine, and Nocturne's Dragon of Mercy, although kind-hearted enough, lacks the ability and means to benefit the public.

Only Guilliman, with the help of his strengths and weaknesses, can build a true heavenly kingdom, a great mortal home.

Of course, none of this prevents the Lord of Macragge from now falling into an embarrassing situation: shortcomings are still shortcomings after all, and at this moment, the shortcomings called recklessness and naivety have successfully hit the poor man. The Primarch made him regret his impulsive move.

It is indeed exciting to meet like-minded blood relatives who share a common goal, but it is still inappropriate if you engage in some sensitive political matters too obviously and impatiently because of this.

The moment he spread out the star map and spoke, Guilliman quickly realized this: but it was already a little too late. The Lord of Macragge could only look at his blood relatives with some embarrassment until After a long silence, Morgan smiled silently at him.

I don't know why, but whenever he sees the smile under those blue eyes, Guilliman can always feel at ease: this feeling seems to be only given by Ms. Euton, and although the blood relative in front of him is not the same as Ms. Euton, There was no physical resemblance at all, but the Lord of Macragge always felt equally familiar.

He restrained his excitement and allowed reason to occupy the high ground again. At the same time, he carefully looked at his blood relatives, fearing that he would be accused of disloyalty in the next second, or that he would accidentally step on something in the hearts of his blood relatives again. A red line.

He even felt that his breathing became tense for a moment: pitifully speaking, although it has been nearly half a century since he returned to the human empire, the Lord of Macragge still has a lot to learn about getting along with his blood relatives. Snow-white paper, after all, before this, he had never thought of having an overly close personal relationship with his blood relatives: that would be inappropriate.

Now, it was time for him to swallow the bitter pill. Without any experience, he made a mistake in the first step. The process of waiting for Morgan to speak is no different from a trial for him.

Guilliman stopped speaking. His eyes moved along with Morgan's pupils, checking back and forth on the initially divided star maps. The heart forged in Hera Castle couldn't help but rumble.

Her eyes seemed to stay for a moment in the Damocles Sector. Could it be that she was dissatisfied with being assigned to this desolate area?

She seemed to be silently measuring the distance from Avalon to Macragge. Was she still worried about the safe distance between the two?

She looked at...

The powerful computing power brought about countless simultaneous secret ponderings. After the Lord of Macragge regained his ideals, his brain quickly started the regular mode of scaring himself, because Morgan was on the star map. After a brief reading, thousands of worries popped up involuntarily.

Until the Spider Queen looked up.

Until the leader of the second legion slightly raised the corners of his lips, revealing numerous smiles.

…

What is she laughing at?

Is that a declaration of reconciliation?

Or silent anger?

Guilliman breathed heavily.

He awaits the results.

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Morgan was suppressing a smile.

She wanted to laugh.

But she knew that she could never laugh out loud now: After ten years of training in the Dark Angel Legion, Morgan still had this ability.

The leader of the second legion only felt a different kind of mixed emotions at this time: she felt a kind of absurdity, a kind of weirdness, a kind of helplessness, a kind of consternation...

All the emotions combined with the facts before him turned into a... bitter smile.

Morgan lowered her head. She suppressed the corners of her lips and suppressed the smile she could barely control: No, she had to think of something less happy.

Well, what do you want to do?

Think of the Emperor's gift.

【……】

Very good, the effect is outstanding.

The Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but lower the corners of his mouth. She once again looked at the star map divided by Guilliman. That was the source of her laughter, because through this picture, she showed her ambition in front of others. , Morgan saw a ridiculous fact.

How ridiculous...

Her caution, her cautiousness, her self-doubt, and what she had heard from countless people, that the dictatorial king entrenched in Macragge was an ambitious man.

…

...Hahahahaha

Morgan reached out and touched the star map.

This is undoubtedly a work of art. It clearly depicts the worlds in the southeastern part of the galaxy that have been occupied or explored by the Empire. In anyone's opinion, such a clear map can be regarded as proof of ambition, but Morgan could see more.

She saw the boundaries that Guilliman had divided for his [administrative area] in his previous chatter: How should I put it...

This is no longer as simple as cutting off an arm.

Before that, those worlds and galaxies closest to the Avalon sector that Guilliman cherished, those spheres of influence that Morgan considered to be a warning to him, have now been transformed into A complete [Borderland].

In the area near the Maelstrom, in the eastern frontier of the Galaxy, and even on the west side of the Gulf of Damocles, which is the closest area controlled by both parties, Guilliman spit out large areas of influence with a wave of his hand. These were originally in the area. The local snakes that swayed between the Emperor and the Five Hundred Worlds became the bargaining chip for the Lord Macragge to express his goodwill. The tentacles that had surrounded Morgan's kingdom from three sides were cut off independently and turned into the stars on the star map. Stride back.

The Lord of Macragge drew a shallow line to represent his bottom line: and the area behind this line happened to be the five hundred worlds of Ultramar in the true sense.

In other words, in addition to the worlds he had mastered before reuniting with the Lord of Mankind, in Guilliman's eyes, his huge [sphere of influence] can be used as an expression of goodwill and as a real help. As a gift to the Empire, to express sincerity to her blood relatives and those behind her, and a message that could not be clearer:

He doesn't care about these places. He has no excessive greed or possessiveness about these [spheres of influence].

Of course, Morgan cannot completely eat such a huge piece of cake, but she has received Guilliman's message: except for his five hundred worlds, everything can be discussed, those forces that he regards as treasures in the eyes of outsiders The scope and peripheral countries are not what Guilliman cares about.

If the female tyrant of Avalon feels that her country is threatened by Five Hundred Worlds, then it doesn't matter. Guilliman can withdraw his sphere of influence southward and hand over a large number of marginal areas to Morgan or the Empire.

If Holy Terra feels that Ultramar's expansion into the Maelstrom region is an ambition, then the Lord of Macragge can also give up expanding his influence and no longer peek at the wealth and prosperity of the Maelstrom region.

If his blood relatives felt that the two sides would have entanglements in the common east, then Guilliman would be happy to take a step back and even give up some of the explored galaxies to show his goodwill and sincerity in cooperation. As for Damocles Bay? Guilliman could even swear that he would never set foot there again.

The concession is huge, but on paper and in public, this is not a concession, but an [area to be developed and negotiated] between the two legion management areas, an [area that can be jointly developed in the future], an [area that can be jointly developed in the future] Experimental Autonomous Region in the Galactic East].

This casual name can be changed a thousand times, and if you have to reveal its truth from a military perspective: buffer zone, it is not impossible.

Of course, all this is not a free gift, nor is it a pure outburst of Guilliman's inner goodwill: the Lord of Macragge has long been accustomed to inserting his own political thoughts into any actions and words. When he expressed his goodwill so clearly, he also silently told Morgan something:

Anything is fine, but his five hundred worlds, his true Ultramar, the united nation he took over from Konnor and built with his own hands before the arrival of the Lord of Mankind and the Empire.

No discussion.

Although it was not stated explicitly, similar meanings were reflected in every action and word of Guilliman, so frequently that they were even exaggerated. It was within this hint that Morgan finally saw clearly. What kind of people are your blood relatives?

then.

She smiled.

Smiling happily.

——————

It was so hilarious.

There is no such thing as an ambitious person.

There is no one spying on the royal power.

There is nothing [there is a shadow of Alexander the Great in the emperor].

How can there be any careerist entrenched in the southeastern border of the Milky Way, eager to rule everything.

Who is in front of her?

Is the guy in front of her who is full of petty ambition, political considerations, recklessness, naivety and simple ideals that can be seen through at a glance, really the ambitious person that those people say?

…

…

Ah!

There is no such thing as an ambitious fanatic.

There are no expansionists here.

There is no such thing as a tyrannical man with ulterior motives and a serious problem for the empire.

What was in front of her was a man who longed to separate himself from one side, to retain a certain degree of independence within the empire, and to prevent his hometown from being completely assimilated into the human empire. In actual actions, he always unconsciously combined Ultramar and Treated as equals by the Human Empire...

Just a vassal king.

The feudal king, the feudal king of the Five Hundred Worlds.

This may be the ultimate ideal burning in Guilliman's heart.

As for the son of the Emperor, one of the rulers of the Imperium of Man, the great Lord of the Legions and Primarch, and the potential ruler of the entire Galactic East, they were not in Guilliman's heart at all, and he was not at all interested in them. Will be valued by him, his desire is only five hundred worlds, and his greed is only five hundred worlds.

A vassal king.

A vassal king of five hundred worlds.

Robert Guilliman, that's all.

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[Okay then, brother]

[Let’s talk about it. 】

[For our cooperation and our common future, let’s have a good chat. 】

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"Morgan, my blood relative."

"I am honored to introduce to you: my palace lord, my adoptive mother, one of the most important people in my life, Ms. Tarasha Euton, she is the treasure of the five hundred worlds, and also the most important person in my life. My treasure."

The dinner after the first cooperation meeting was just a formality. In the luxurious grand banquet hall of Hera Castle, thousands of people were swarming. At a glance, there were some indescribably important figures: the Governor of the Planet. , the Bishop of the Mechanicum, the High King of the Knight Family, or the councilors and nobles from all over Macragge.

These rare and rare figures are as common here as mosquitoes in summer. Most of them, or rather all of them, are eager to squeeze in front of the two Primarchs, but in the presence of the Primarch Guards, Under the cold gaze, only a few people who were personally summoned by the Lord of Macragge succeeded in the end: but other than this, this was definitely a banquet where guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

After the last glass of wine was drunk, Guilliman and his blood relatives quietly left the gradually dispersing crowd and came to a private reception room. The guards who followed him were left behind. At the door, there was only one person who had been waiting in the room.

[First meeting, Ms. Euton. 】

Morgan's smile was still flawless. She stepped forward and bent her knees so that Yoden could shake hands with her without raising her arms. The Lord of the Second Legion and the Lord of the Palace met each other. A sincere smile appeared at the same time at the first moment, which made the Lord of Macragge stand aside and feel a kind of heartfelt joy and relief.

"Even in Macragge, I have heard about the name of the Soul Drinker."

Jotun held hands with Morgan. She seemed very indifferent and calm about meeting a new Primarch. She pulled Morgan to the bench where she would sit when she had a heart-to-heart talk with Guilliman. The Lord of Macragge just looked at the bench that could not accommodate another original body, and silently sat on another chair.

[When I was fighting in the Dark Angel Legion, I also heard about the sage from Ultramar. 】

Morgan blinked and showed his playful eyelashes towards Ms. Euton.

[The mother of the original body, anyone will be impressed by her wisdom and rationality. 】

Joden smiled. She looked up and down at the Primarch, who was kinder than she imagined. A huge stone in her heart could not help but quietly fell to the ground: If Guilliman's blood relatives were all such people, then it would be nothing. She needed to go worry about it.

and……

Yuden blinked: I don’t know why, maybe it was psychological effects. When she came into real close contact with the Primarch named Morgan, the more she looked, the more she felt like she was seeing another one. Guilliman.

In Morgan, there seems to be a soul similar to her adopted son: in the eyes of Ms. Euton, Morgan is so similar to her child Guilliman, just like in Guilliman's eyes, Morgan seems to be a second child. Just like Ms. Euton.

"There is no reason or wisdom. I was just lucky to have such an outstanding son and got some credit."

Morgan sat on the bench with Euton. The Primarch softly chanted her spells, causing her body to shrink unknowingly to a size that could talk side by side with the Mother of the Primarch. She was only three After two sentences, the two ladies were already holding each other's hands, talking and laughing.

[On the contrary, I feel that in this matter, Guilliman is the lucky one. 】

Seeing his blood relative looking at him with a smile, Guilliman involuntarily raised his head slightly. His rationality and caution were washed away by his pride in Ms. Euton. He tried his best to keep a calm voice and spoke slowly. He revealed the [Humble Words] in Guilliman's eyes.

"It's nothing, Morgan."

“Fathers and mothers are one of the most fundamental and important parts of any human being’s life.”

"I just have something that any lucky mortal would have. This is not a rare thing, but: as you said, this is my luck and my treasure."

The Lord Macragge's words set off new laughter in the room, which made the Astartes standing at the door turn their heads and look at the closed door.

"Like the sounds one would expect at a mortal family gathering."

A slightly younger warrior couldn't help but whisper to himself, which attracted a lot of strange looks to him.

"mortal?"

An equally soft question sounded among the idle soldiers, so soft that it seemed they were afraid of disturbing the joy in the room.

"Yes, mortal families. I heard such a sound yesterday when I was on guard duty in a residential area."

The young ultramarine vowed to do so.

"I remember very clearly: my mother, my mother's sister-in-law, and my mother's children."

"..."

"..."

"Would you like to modify your words, boy?"

Questions came from the blue armor.

"No, I think it's fine."

The silver armor on the side slowly expressed different opinions. Facing the extreme vision that followed, the character in the armor just showed an innocent and harmless smile.

"That's a good description, isn't it?"