Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"The aura of Slaanesh is a little stronger than I originally expected."

"It looks like it's waiting for you."

【Why are you so sure? 】

"My relationship with the Dark Prince is closer than you might imagine. After all, he is my benefactor in a sense. His contribution to the Great Crusade is on par with Malcador's."

[Does Malcador know this? ]

"The less he knows, the better."

“…”

"Why don't you put me down?"

The pretentious tone of voice does help to create a majesty that contradicts the body shape. The Lord of Mankind determined this a long time ago, but for Lucy now, this old method is no longer working.

The reason was simple: when he sat obediently on Morgan's bent arms like a seven or eight-year-old child who was taken to the amusement park by his parents during his free time on the weekend, no matter how profound the words were, they could not make that childish face reveal even a little bit of majesty.

This can be seen from the expressions of several of the Primarch's guards around him.

Even though they were fully armed, even though they were wearing winged helmets, they looked like a group of damn dark angels, but the unnatural shaking of their shoulders and the playful eyes that roamed over Lucy still vividly illustrated the restlessness of the Sons of Morgan.

After all, it’s not every day that you get to see your mother show such a maternal side.

Sure enough: Is the younger daughter more favored?

It was obvious that most of the first few Star Maidens did not even have the qualifications to follow the Primarch to the battlefield, let alone be carried all the way down by the Primarch: as the Primarch's personal guards, the Knights of the Round Table would not question the fighting capabilities of those Primarch's daughters, they had seen those cannon barrels and psychic power with their own eyes.

This is one of the reasons why they, the Sons of Morgan, have no qualms about the close relationship between the Daughters of Morgan and the Primarch: Astartes are very simple creatures, their worldview is based on strength and loyalty, and powerful colleagues will naturally win their favor.

What's more, these little girls running around are quite cute.

At least they are more like Avalon’s own people than those [Dawnbreakers], right?

At least he is more honest and reliable than Conrad, right?

At least it's more reassuring than Guilliman and his Ultramarines Legion, right?

Look at these guys who usually gather around the Primarch, from aliens to bastards, from ambitious to non-my kind, just one look is enough to make people tired: in contrast, the Primarch's daughters are indeed refreshing, at least they will bring them midnight snacks.

Several Knights of the Round Table who followed the Primarch looked at each other and reached a consensus with silence and nods: they were completely unaware that their little movements, which they thought were subtle, and their communications in low voices, were so conspicuous in the eyes of Morgan and Lucy.

"No wonder they all say your Astartes are the least warrior-like Astartes."

Turning her head away, trying not to look at Morgan's half-smile, Lucy planned to talk about something else: the light of the teleportation array had not yet dissipated from under the Primarch's feet, and although it would not make any difference to Morgan to step out now, she was obviously willing to stand there longer.

【You're not the first to say that.】

The Primarch was not angry: she had her own ideas for the development of the Dawnbreakers.

"Don't you think you're spoiling them too much?"

Lucy continued to ask questions: Morgan had expected the dry content.

【Is there? 】

Morgan smiled.

[Look around us: my brother Jonson has not been able to completely subdue those Terra veterans until today; Conrad and Corax have been stumbling in handling their respective legions, and it is not too clean; even Guilliman has a 22nd Chapter that makes him feel sour. ]

[Compared to them: I feel that my rule over the Dawnbreakers has been quite successful.]

[At least, I don’t hear any dissenting voices in the legion.]

【Isn’t this a good thing? 】

"not necessarily."

Lucy hummed stubbornly.

"I haven't heard any dissenting voices among my sons."

"But do you think this is safe?"

【……】

[When you said this, did you automatically ignore a certain Angron? ]

[Didn't you pick him up too? ]

"Does he consider himself my son?"

[When did you respect their personal opinions so much? ]

"Don't treat me like that asshole."

"It was not easy for me to retain a little bit of my precious humanity. It was all thanks to Olpersson's unintentional assist and sacrifice. But he gave away this last bit of treasure with just a few words."

"He doesn't even think about it: someone like Orpesson only appears once in tens of thousands of years."

【human nature?】

The word intrigued Morgan.

[You mean: Can our humanity also be exchanged for more power? ]

“…”

Lucy, who had been flapping her arms and legs, suddenly stopped at this moment. She turned her neck stiffly, with the tip of her dark brown nose less than half a finger away from Morgan's cheek. She stared at the Spider Queen with her scarlet eyes and answered her word by word.

"Don't try this, Morgan."

"Otherwise I will kill you myself."

"It's not just me: they in that space don't want you to do that either."

The Primarch did not reply; she simply turned her gaze forward and gave up the little desire that had just risen in her heart.

After getting along for a while, she could tell which words of Lucy's were warnings and which were just boasts that could be taken as farts.

Neither of them spoke anymore, but tried their best to adjust their expressions and demeanor: Morgan led several of her personal guards and slowly walked to the cliff that had been chosen early in the morning. Not only could they overlook the main battlefield, but they could also allow thousands of soldiers to truly witness the [miracle] that was about to be born.

Especially the Dawnbreakers: The Second Legion’s main rest base is located on the large atoll closest to the cliff, where lies a large number of Dawnbreakers injured in battle. Naturally, this includes Morgan’s selfish motives.

After all, if the Emperor's light is not enough to completely dispel the corruption of Slaanesh, then the Dawnbreakers will naturally suffer as little corruption as possible. Although the mortal auxiliary forces are equally precious, even if they die here, they can be replenished from the Far Eastern Frontier. It will only take a generation of pain at most.

This was not a subjective bias, but a cold and invisible calculation of interests: the loss of millions of mortal auxiliary troops was only a minor injury to Great Avalon, and it had happened before, but 30,000 Dawnbreakers was a number that was enough to shake the galaxy.

This was no joke. If he could really lose so many offspring, Morgan wouldn't mind winning over all the allies in the galaxy and revealing his network of interests covering half of the galaxy at once, and then slaughtering all the parties involved.

It didn't matter if more people died: Khorne didn't care much about her anyway.

Jonson, Corax, Konrad, Guilliman, Perturabo, Angron, Leman Russ, even Horus, Sanguinius, and Holy Terra of Malcador: none would refuse to fight for their sister and the Master of Avalon if Morgan had asked sincerely.

【But I still have a question. 】

The Primarch adjusted his posture, and in the confused gazes of the guards behind him, he first placed Lucy carefully on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves slightly and cautiously grasped the girl's armpits little by little: when her lips approached Lucy's ear, the Primarch's doubts were mixed with the heat between her teeth.

[Since you clearly know that everything that hurts people is a trap left by the Dark Prince, then why do you insist on letting me come here: the defense of this world is not strong, my legion can completely destroy them with the Extermination Order, and the military boots will not step on the land here, and all the conspiracies of Slaanesh will naturally be out of the question. ]

"You would think so?"

Lucy tilted her head and rubbed her cheek and ear against Morgan's tickled shoulder.

"You would despise them so much?"

【How do you say it? 】

"Listen, Morgan."

In Lucy's voice, the Primarch rarely heard some serious emotions.

"The power of the gods lies in the fact that they are creatures from a completely different dimension than us. Our concepts of time and space are meaningless to them. Don't think of defeating the gods with so-called tricks and opportunism. They are the masters and experts in this area."

【Isn’t that what you did?】

"I'm different from you."

【What's the difference?】

"Don't worry about it, just listen."

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【……】

Sure enough, some things will not change with personality or appearance.

Morgan licked his lower lip.

So, you asked me to come here...

“Because there are opportunities here.”

Lucy turned her head, and the color in her pupils forced the Primarch to become serious.

"Listen."

"The power of the gods is never reasonable. If they want to corrupt your legion, then you cannot defend yourself. They can achieve their goals at any time and by any means. But the weakness of the gods is that they are nothing more than slaves to the emotions they represent."

"So, even if their power can accomplish something neatly, they often choose not to do so. They must make corruption appear unfortunate yet reasonable, and turn the fall of mortals into a logical ritual. They enjoy the fun of it, but this tediousness also brings them a fatal weakness."

"Because cumbersome means complicated, and complicated will bring omissions and fatal flaws: these are not transferable by the power of gods, and can be firmly grasped and used by us. When our power is weaker, finding the weakness of the strong enemy is the best way to win."

"So, instead of worrying about the unreasonable offensive of the Dark Prince all the time."

“It would be better to find an opportunity to break through in the ritual it deliberately arranged.”

"The gods know this too: but they cannot go against their nature."

【I see.】

The Primarch nodded.

"If you understand, get to work quickly..."

Lucy sighed.

"Don't you know that your offspring are more troublesome than those in other legions?"

【……】

"It has been like this since the time on Terra. It has never been a worry. There have been civil strife and unrest since the beginning of the Great Crusade. Sometimes I really regret creating such a Second Legion. I should have designed them more rigorously, like turning them into the Imperial Fists..."

【……】

Morgan's brow twitched, but he was still able to maintain good breathing.

"Or what a dark angel looks like."

Breathing remains steady.

"Or maybe Death Guard is good too: but Dawnbreaker can't reach that kind of calmness."

【……】

This time, the breathing was disordered.

And the Primarch smiled.

She exerted force with both hands and lifted Lucy high up in front of her: before that, the Spider Queen casually sketched out a wonderful illusion that was like opening the door to heaven, as if the sun was rising behind her, and in a moment, it attracted the attention of the entire Larlan.

The skills that he had honed in front of the City of Perfection and the Word Bearers Legion were now carefully picked up by the Primarch: Morgan's silver hair began to emit a faint golden light, and in the devout worship of the Primarch's guards behind him, he broke free from the constraints of gravity and danced slowly in the air like fluttering willow branches.

A glorious net that cleansed filth ignited the blood and fog above Larlan, and also ignited the gazes of countless participants: they were as pious as the Word Bearers of the past, forgetting about running around and healing their wounds, and just solemnly watched the top of the world in the distance.

Everyone could see, everyone could hear, everyone could feel what the Primarch was doing: the Queen of Avalon, amid the endless loyalty and worship of thousands of subjects, raised her sacred, flawless, angelic and moving daughter high above her head.

Her voice was solemn. Although not loud, it flowed clearly throughout the universe.

【Lucy!!!】

The next moment, a cold sun slowly rose from the cliffs of Larlan, covering the turquoise sky and pushing the dim stars into the corner. It looked down at every creature loyal to the empire like a benevolent king, soothing their wounds and dispelling the remaining confusion in their souls.

The glory rose from Morgan, from Morgan's holy daughter. The boundless light engulfed the Primarch and her creations. Even the guards behind her had to close their eyes, quietly bathing in all the glory, feeling the calmness of the filth in their souls being cleansed.

“It worked.”

Lucy's voice was low, but Morgan smiled brightly at it.

[How long will it take? ]

"For a while: put me down gently, Morgan, I want to float in the sky for a while."

【Yes, father.】

The Primarch nodded gently like a most obedient daughter, and even the Emperor could not hear the slightest rebellious emotion in her: if he could have thought better of it, he would have realized that the Spider Queen's behavior was absolutely abnormal.

He should have known it, immediately.

Instead of when Morgan's hands under his armpits naturally loosened

"?"

The Emperor's confusion was fleeting, for even the Lord of Mankind could not violate the laws of nature without being prepared.

When Morgan spread his hands happily, things happened as a matter of course: the confusion or blame of the Lord of Mankind, before it could reach the ears of the Primarch, the petite and lovely Miss Lucy, like a potato that was launched, fell straight down in front of the Primarch.

"Morgan-"

Amid the endless cliffs, the emperor's voice echoed mournfully.

It was a pity that everyone present was so immersed in the sacred fantasy of the moment that even the guards behind them could not see clearly what was happening in the boundless light.

So, naturally no one could see Lucy floating up again full of resentment.

But when she came up, her lovely mother and daughter had long disappeared.

“…”

"Just wait for me."

In the air, the boundless resentment of a certain human lord is quietly brewing.