Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

[So, are both Guilliman and Malcador on their way to Badab Prime? ]

The Queen of Avalon raised her hand and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

The steam rising from the kitchen made her pale face appear abnormally red. The aqua blue apron stuck to her sweaty armpits, which looked particularly awkward. After several pulls, it returned to its original shape.

[How long will it take them to arrive? ]

The Primarch asked, and then muttered a complaint about the unbearable heat.

She gathered her hair that had fallen again under the headband, and tightened her sleeves that were pulled to her shoulders and elbows. Her thin figure, which was no different from that of a mortal, looked particularly thin, and her chest and waist were tightly stretched by strong silk threads.

The round fingers after trimming did not forget to take the opportunity to weigh the ingredients that were about to be sprinkled into the pot, just like measuring gold, to consider the best amount: it is not right to say so, after all, gold is much cheaper than these pure natural spices in the original body's hand.

Black pepper, spices and thyme are all relics of the golden age that the Spider Queen grew again in the experimental soil specially airlifted from Avalon after she approved a garden-type agricultural world.

And the biological sages from various forging worlds spent almost two or three generations to return to the first seed from the heavily protected biological garden, which was almost the same as that of 30,000 years ago: the great sage who presided over this project was directly praised as [the lucky person who was noticed by the mechanical god].

Even the apprentices who were responsible for assisting were promoted at least three levels because of this great achievement. The two private soldiers who discovered these gene modules from a ruined laboratory became the governors of the planet: Although this sounds very exaggerated, it was not Morgan himself who issued this order.

It was the Emperor.

As for the reason, it was probably because the Primarch presented a spice product to the Emperor half to show off and half to seek credit, which made the old man successfully recall some of his youthful years?

So that these pure spices became the designated tribute of the Far Eastern Frontier in the future: Although the Emperor did not have much appetite, he always maintained a weak and stubborn pursuit of tracing back and rebuilding the lush ecological system on Holy Terra tens of thousands of years ago.

One argument is that Lady Koja, the minister of the Anuatan Steppes who was loyal to the Emperor on Holy Terra long before the Great Crusade, was ordered to be executed by the Emperor himself because she stole the last ocean on Terra through the means of the warp and made the concept of "ocean" completely disappear from Terra. The executioner was even Valdor, the head of the Imperial Guard.

Such a solemn punishment is understandable: the crime of this water thief is that she cursed the drought of the human home planet in the metaphysical field. Even if the Emperor brought living water from countless worlds, Terra would never have an ocean again because it had been "stolen".

The concept of the ocean has been greedily swallowed by the warp.

Without the ocean, it is naturally nonsense to rebuild a natural ecosystem suitable for humans. It can be said that the fate of Holy Terra is doomed. It will never return to the state in the Emperor's memory. It will eventually remain in a gray and dirty slum after the wasteland of the times.

This failed resistance was also used by the Emperor to educate his descendants: after the incident in Nikaea, in the last long conversation between the Emperor and his only daughter, this history became the most powerful evidence for the Lord of Mankind to explain the pervasiveness of Chaos energy.

The gods in the Warp do not need to defeat you in every aspect. He only needs to find a loophole, a blind spot that you don't even notice on weekdays, and a small negligence in strict defense, and he can fundamentally destroy the entire world he wants.

No Chaos invasion will start with a massive invasion of the Warp Demon frenzy. The overall collapse often starts with anger, a whisper, a disease or a night of indulgence: when the demons come out of the newly created Warp rift, the situation is actually irreversible.

The same principle can naturally be applied to any place, even a giant warship that is personally commanded by a Primarch who knows the power of psychic energy.

No matter how great the power in the hands of the Spider Queen is, she cannot stop the residents living on the lower deck from hating each other because of trivial matters in life, from using their brains because they want to make progress too much, from immersing themselves in the spiritual enjoyment of art and aesthetics, and from praying in vain for miracles in the corridors of the hospital because of the painful struggle of their family members in the operating room.

She cannot stop people's most normal physiological needs and emotional changes, so she cannot stop the invisible hand of Chaos. This is one of the main reasons why Morgan finally chose to nod and allow the Emperor's fragment incarnation to go back with her: she needs a strong purger to help her check the problems on the Aurora.

In return, she also plans to pay more taxes in the Far East in the future.

Yes, Morgan still obediently abides by the obligations of his vassal and pays tribute to Terra, or to the Emperor himself, but most of the tributes of the Primarch are not the various resources designated by Holy Terra, but some of the rarest and most precious things.

It is impossible to tithe the tax, not even in this life.

However, as a powerful vassal of the empire that attracted much attention throughout the galaxy, and the de facto master of the Far Eastern frontier, Morgan never minded dedicating some treasures that at least seemed to be very rare, with impeccable spiritual and artistic value to Holy Terra with great fanfare. .

Just like the powerful vassals in ancient times were unwilling to pay actual taxes, they still had no problem offering the king some rare treasures, jade beads, beautiful cars, and so on: there was no need to pay any actual price. The precise delivery of benefits can produce greater emotional value than imagined.

For example, when she rushed to the meeting between Ullanor and Nicaea, Morgan specially brought two artworks that were confirmed to originate from the ancient Terra era: a painting named Starry Sky and a painting said to be called Starry Sky. Statue of David.

Although these works of art are useless except for some historical value, when she presented these useless objects to Malcador as a personal gift, she succeeded in the owner's eyes of surprise that could not be suppressed. In such a half-hearted way, he passed the cross-examination about Avalon's tax issues.

It is true that Malcador will definitely send more tax collectors in the future, but he himself will definitely not have time to make a trip to the Far East in person: the Sealbearer and his most elite minions are opponents in two dimensions for the original body .

Two cultural relics were paid for this: it was a textbook level of effort.

The original body smiled proudly, and the answer from the eldest daughter's mouth came to her ears.

"Guilliman will need at least three more days."

"Makado has already arrived."

【I want to know. 】

The Spider Queen snorted coldly and focused on the last dish in front of her.

The best beef brisket is the finest Fenrisian meat that Leman Russ specially collected to thank his sisters. Only the belly and the soft beef brisket near the ribs were cut off: bright red and snowy white are mottled on it, like precious beef brisket. Bloody gems dance in the white mist.

The original body stretched out her fingers and pressed the fat and thin veins. She was quite satisfied, and then took out her usual meat cleaver: of course she could lazily snap her fingers and get a table full of delicious dishes in the next second. However, the biased appetite in his character made the original body prefer to do things by himself.

What's more: this is a family dinner.

"Mother, are you really not going to go to the Badab front line?"

[For me, having a meal with you is much more important than those things in Badab. 】

Morgan smiled.

[It has been a long time since I had a family dinner with all my daughters: it was no easy task to get Cassiopeia and Orion out of their respective places, and we only had one night to properly re-engage. Continue the love between mother and daughter. 】

Virgo tilted her head.

"What else?"

[Also introducing you to the new sister Lyra: just like before. 】

"But she is..."

【Yes. 】

The primarch nodded.

[But the process still needs to be done. 】

【Say more...】

The Primarch snorted.

[Except for the parties involved, Guilliman and Warmaster Horus, any of the originals going to Badab now will only make the situation there worse: because they have no reason, the only reason to go there, It can only support one party in the conflict. This huge weight falling from the sky will break the balance that was finally comforted again. 】

"Then Horus..."

[He is a war commander. 】

The original body laid out the various knives and utensils that would be used later in order.

[Is there a more suitable mediator in the galaxy than Horus? 】

[As long as the Emperor does not come forward, the Warmaster is the only person qualified to speak parallel to the government of Holy Terra and issue semi-mandatory orders to another Primarch: this is the right granted to Horus by the Emperor , and it is also an obligation that he himself cannot escape. 】

[Of course he can retreat. This matter will not threaten his position as War Commander, but if he retreats, from now on, no one will take him seriously as War Commander: the power that cannot fulfill its commitments and responsibilities is Waste paper, the Wolf God knows this better than us. 】

"Is that why Horus rushed to Badab in such a hurry?"

[Yes, this is a reason. 】

"There is another reason."

【How to say...】

The primarch took hold of her cleaver.

First, cut the beef into pieces, maybe three fingers thick, and place them neatly in a transparent glass bowl. Then, add vegetables, onions, cloves, pepper and other ingredients in sequence, and the most important thing...

[Although it is not clear which thought dominated the situation, in Horus's own selfish mind, the reason why he rushed to Badab in such a hurry must have been out of concern for the Guilliman brothers. 】

The original body left his position and walked to the other wall of the kitchen, rummaging back and forth among the dazzling wine cabinets: the left side was filled with Avalon's local wines, and the right side was filled with various chance events. , as well as exotic customs collected from all over the galaxy after the Primarch brothers exchanged gifts.

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"Worried?"

[Don’t doubt that Horus’s good popularity and good reputation were not all obtained through trickery and deception. There was never a shortage of smart people among the Primarchs who had good relationships with him: the Wolf Shepherd God was indeed one of the Primarchs. The person who cares most about a brother and pays the most attention to him. 】

[He does love all his brothers, including Guilliman, Jonson and me. Although this love cannot be said to be pure, and it is difficult to guarantee how long it will last, but love is love: the Wolf God will do it for him He regards this as his vocation as a brother-in-law. 】

[Even if he does not have the status of Warmaster, he will chase Badab. On the one hand, it is his nature, and on the other hand, it is also because of his invisible status among the Primarchs: the brother of the Primarchs is a title recognized by everyone. 】

"Your Excellency Zhuang Sen, don't recognize it."

[Privately, he also admitted: It’s just that he was never willing to bow his head. 】

Morgan turned her head and gave her eldest daughter a playful wink.

[This is what he whispered to me when I mended his cloak last time. 】

"cloak?"

[Jonson is a very nostalgic person: whenever he wins a very important or glorious victory in his mind, he will leave the armor he wore in the battle as a private commendation to himself. 】

[In addition, there are also the armors and weapons that Luther gave him as a mentor when he was in the Knights of Caliban. Luther thought that Jonson had thrown them all away, but in fact Jonson just threw them away. They were hidden, and they deliberately didn't want Luther to know. 】

[Because in his perception, this is something that is very inconsistent with his identity. 】

The primarch suppressed a smile and selected the raw materials she was satisfied with on the wine rack.

This made Virgo raise a brow.

"Are you sure you want to use that one?"

She remembered clearly that this was a gift from the Archangel Sanguinius, and it was a very precious drink even for the original body. Morgan had wanted to open it countless times, but in the end he gave up because he was reluctant to part with it.

And this time...

"Mother."

Virgo couldn't help but remind him verbally.

"I don't think my...grandpa will have any appreciation for you just because you use a bottle of such an expensive drink on the red wine roasted beef at the dinner party."

【I'm not here for him. 】

"real?"

【……】

The original body stopped talking, but in the end he struggled stubbornly for a few words.

[My Aniya, do you think I don’t know how much he dislikes me privately: If it weren’t for this superficial effort, I wouldn’t want my bastard father to pollute the private family dinner between you and me. Well, he doesn't deserve the best wine in my collection. 】

Although she said this, the original body turned her back to her daughter, clenched her teeth unconsciously, and simply pulled out the wine cork with a force: when the breath mixed with a rich fruity fragrance floated into her nose. When she was hit, Spider Queen's face suddenly showed a look of regret, but it was no use.

[Forget it, I’ll eat it myself anyway. 】

She muttered, quickened her pace, returned to her work station, poured the entire bottle of red wine directly into the glass bowl, and then threw the bottle out of sight in distress, taking a few deep breaths, until the cold breath Freeze all the ingredients in front of you.

[The next step is to accelerate. 】

The original body rubbed his fingers. This was the only step that required psychic powers: freezing first, and then accelerating time in the local area to [tomorrow] to ensure that the beef was soaked with flavor.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the original body did not forget to check the other dishes that had been prepared: the fresh fish from the ocean world revealed its pure color under the light, and the well-preserved apples and peaches were frozen by the power of time. At its sweetest moment, the fried scorpions from Baal, as a delicacy from a foreign land, occupied a corner of its own, and the dessert craft that the original body was best at was naturally the place where countless lights focused most intensively.

Morgan spent a long time making the most orthodox French mille-feuille. Legend has it that there are two thousand versions of puff pastry: the thin crust and cream expand their softness without restriction under the decoration of frosting, the ancient custard. The sauce has regained its youth in 30,000 years, and the bright red and deep purple berries require a special transport fleet to be transported from the other end of the galaxy. These are just the most insignificant costs.

Everything is just for this dinner, everything is to show off the fertility of Avalon in front of her genetic father, after all, to fulfill the friendship of the original body: although this is not Morgan's voluntary idea.

However, as long as she completes the home-cooked dish as the finale, even she and the emperor, who are seemingly father and daughter, will be able to feel some family affection...

"Mother."

【What's wrong? 】

"Well……"

Virgo opened his mouth, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

"I just received a communication from Lucy Lyra."

"She said she met an interesting new friend on the deck of the ship today."

"I won't be back for dinner tonight."

【……】

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The frozen time wrapped in countless precious ingredients, family love and the soft and fragile heart of the original gene was mercilessly smashed against the hard wall, and the shattering sound spread far and wide in the corridor. Far……