Emperor's Bane

Chapter 113

storm.

a storm.

Morgan closed her eyes tightly, she felt a little nauseous, a little tired, and the sweet blood rushed to her throat, and she had to keep swallowing again and again to suppress it all.

Even so, she could still feel the fishy breath flowing between her mouth and mouth, and she could still feel a trace of cold blood gushing out of the corner of her mouth and slowly flowing on her cheek.

But Morgan didn't care anymore. She was stabilizing her mind and thinking about the situation carefully. She seemed to have opened her eyes, but there was only pure darkness in front of her. She seemed to be moving her limbs, but she still couldn't move even an inch. .

Faced with this predicament, Morgan calmed down instead. She quickly remembered that she had experienced the same thing before, and with the back of her memory and experience, a little bit of panic was quickly quelled.

She began to think, recall, and analyze that weird storm.

It was an unremarkable galaxy that didn't even have its own name, and when the [Indomitable Truth] belonging to the First Legion brought more than 100 warships through here, it carried out a small-scale stop and rectification, waiting Another fleet.

And it was at this time that Morgan felt something: she felt a strange psychic breath on a dead world in this galaxy, out of curiosity, after applying to Jonson, she took Zahariel And about a hundred dark angels, came to this dead world.

The truth was soon revealed: this world used to be an outpost and laboratory belonging to the ancient psychic empire, but this experiment was stopped abruptly because of a catastrophe, leaving only the test object exuding psychic energy .

But just as Morgan got close to it, a storm broke out.

In an instant, the entire galaxy seemed to be trapped in subspace, and a hurricane composed of pure ether particles and unknown malice swept across the entire fleet in the blink of an eye. It was filled with chaotic calls, and this noise only stayed in Morgan's ears for a second: because in the next second, the entire dead world was completely wrapped up by the warp space storm, and they could no longer accept any noise from the outside world. information.

Fortunately, the small battleship was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe because it was docked in low-Earth orbit. After waiting for almost nine Terra Standard Hours, the storm that was so frenzied that even Morgan couldn't figure it out came again. It stopped abruptly in an abrupt moment, leaving only the incomparably clean starry sky after Cyclonus.

The Dark Angels returned to their small battleship, turned it on, and then they were shocked to find that the scene in front of them had already changed: both the large fleet of the First Legion and the nameless galaxy had disappeared, and the people who appeared before them Only ever-changing distorted colors.

The astropaths on board confirmed again and again, and even Morgan himself took action, and finally confirmed one thing: they were in the warp.

This dead world was swept directly into the ocean of the subspace in the storm. As for why the barrier between this world and the subspace is so fragile, perhaps only those Eldar who have turned into ashes know the answer.

But anyway, after a brief discussion between Morgan and Zahariel, they came to a conclusion: they must leave the Warp immediately, determine their place in the real universe, and return to the Legion.

Morgan was even more anxious than Zahariel or any of the Dark Angels, which surprised Jonson's knights.

Of course, they are destined to be unable to guess the real reason, and can only let some scattered inferences be passed on in the communication of the legion.

Morgan, on the other hand, didn't care.

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In order to catch up with the feast brought by the death of a Primarch, Morgan came to the Legion of the Dark Angels, and only then did he continue to go through life and death in this war, diligently.

And these days, her instincts are telling her more and more clearly that the day of the feast is getting closer and closer, and a once glorious Primarch is at the other end of the galaxy at this time for his hypocrisy, his crimes, His cowardice and his submission bore the fate of death.

It would be a big joke if she missed the feast because of this unthinkable storm.

She must go back quickly, no matter who or what is blocking her.

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For Morgan, the warp is not a land of oppression. In fact, the power she can exert here may be ten times the limit of her real universe.

In this world without rules, time, and right and wrong, the only thing Morgan needs to fight against is his own stupidity and recklessness, and the only thing he needs to fear is his own arrogance and greed.

After all, she wasn't Magnus.

But even so, as if the arrival of spring awakened the dusty glaciers, in this world full of supreme power, Morgan's sea of ​​souls was instinctively awakened, and all kinds of memories and fragments were like ice It swept like the wind, and finally, after the Primarch chose to sleep, it enveloped her and came to a familiar place again.

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A gloomy room.

Staggered pipes.

Training cabin.

The tall figure was wrapped in pure golden light.

Familiar scenes, familiar elements, familiar feelings.

Morgan instinctively wanted to move her limbs, and then found herself trapped in a small body, just like an experience a long time ago, she was witnessing from a certain immersive perspective A past that you don't know about.

So, when she saw the tall golden figure approaching, she simply gave up struggling and thinking, but listened, watched and recorded quietly, and she was sure that every scene she saw would help herself in the future.

She saw the golden figure, her creator, the creator of all her troubles and struggles, the Emperor, as they would call him, with fear and love and ambition.

And beside the emperor, she saw the somewhat hunched figure, and Morgan remembered his name: Malcador, the Handprinter, the actual administrator of the Holy Terra, his reputation reverberated in the thousands of worlds of the empire, and Always associated with courtiers, sullenness and horrific exploitation.

But at this time, he was just the humblest servant, standing by the side like a student seeking knowledge, listening to the emperor's words without sadness or joy.

【We succeeded, Macado, a total of twenty groups, one not too many, one not too few. 】

【Unfortunately, not all of them meet my expectations. Some of them have obvious problems and deficiencies. Our remedial measures are just patching things up after a sheep has been replaced and cannot fundamentally solve them. 】

The emperor stood there, standing in the center of the room. He looked around the training cabins one after another wantonly, like a blacksmith arrogantly admiring the sword he made. Only when he saw a certain individual, his The gaze will stay longer, flashing more ruthless colors and lights.

【You know, Macado, some of them are failures, or in other words, inferior products, they did not meet my expectations. 】

[Number two...and...]

[NO.11. 】

[They are the two with the worst qualifications. I even doubt whether they can complete the task I entrusted and not let me down. 】

Malcador seemed to be sighing, or he was simply standing there, his voice revealing worry and the weakness of human nature.

"Nevertheless, my lord, I still don't think it would be a good idea to apply more modifications to them, especially No. 11. We are almost running counter to the true nature of the Primarch. questionable."

[If we are only afraid of problems, then we can't do anything, Malcador. 】

【Psychic energy may be an irreversible trend, but this does not mean that we can completely obey him. In fact, Macado, my friend, you know, in my heart, if human beings can get rid of the influence of psychic energy Curses, that's a really good path, but I also know how unlikely it is. 】

[Maybe we will never be able to embark on that path, but we can try, and we can leave a necessary means to deal with the smallest possibility in the future, so I let NO.11 take this responsibility, he will be in the real universe Absolute rationality and calculation are my gift. 】

"Absolute rationality is not a purely good thing. My Lord, sacrifice and devotion rely on the flame of sensibility burning in the heart, so that they can support the light of courage to complete one miracle after another."

"But rationality is different, my lord. What resides at the end of rationality is not human beings, but outright beasts."

"Also, at the level of the Primarch, we can't create the Untouchables a priori, my lord, we are just opportunistic."

"We made NO.11 an untouchable, but we all know that he can't be an untouchable, which is a fundamental refutation."

【Refutation will not prevent him from exerting his strength and making his contribution to a truly great cause. 】

【Macado, my friend. 】

[This is not only an attempt, but also a set of comparisons, and it is also a small experiment that will alleviate some doubts in my mind. 】

【For a long time, we have all lived at the foot of this unstoppable ocean. The future and tranquility of our race depend on the tranquility of the sea itself. Even the beasts in the sea will be regarded as divine individuals. To be worshiped that should not exist. 】

[But now, Macado, I will answer this question, I will devise new ideas, and I will erase the doubts in my mind: can we abandon life on land, grow fish scales and gills, and become a complete For the creatures in the ocean, is this evolutionary choice friendly to our race? 】

[Whether we are successful enough, whether we need to care about new things, whether we will be swallowed by those giant beasts in the ocean, these are the most critical issues, and I can also tell you, my friend, I don’t want this This road becomes the choice of human beings. 】

[The other way of thinking is more desperate and realistic, my friend, I don't want to hide this way of thinking, because I am very curious, if we leave the ocean and go to the deepest part of the inland, become a world that has nothing to do with the ocean. Are we able to continue and prosper with any connected people? 】

[So, I transformed them, No. 11 and No. [-], one completely embraced the power and curse of the ocean, while the other completely stayed away from the ocean, and even became the curse of the ocean. 】

[This is an experiment, Macador, an expensive experiment, but I have a way to make it worth it. 】

[And what they have to do is to accept their names and identities, undertake their missions and sufferings, and then pay some price for something greater, that's all. 】

[This is not difficult. 】

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The arrogant golden beast raised its chest and raised its head, and slowly left the room. His subordinates followed him closely, continuing to brew a full belly of ideas... or conspiracy.

Morgan looked at his back, just watched quietly, watching him gradually disappear, and then a black wave swept through her consciousness in an instant, causing her vision to gradually disappear from the room.

Her heart is quiet and flat, and the titles that used to ignite the minimum flame in her heart, such as [failure], can no longer make her have more anger.

Morgan didn't hate the Emperor, she didn't hate the person who caused her suffering, after all, she didn't even have any emotion about [hate], so how could she hate someone.

But this does not mean that Morgan decides to become the good baby of his creator in the future. In the future Morgan speculates, she will meet the Emperor on the battlefield one day sooner or later. It is war, betrayal and absolute power.

After all, she didn't hate the Emperor.

It's just that in her future, there is no place for the emperor.

Just like in the future of the Emperor, there is also no place for Morgan.

And as long as her creator stands there, Morgan's future will never come.

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The human lord walked out of the room slowly, and Malcador followed closely behind him.

Their speed was not fast. It wasn't until a while later that the human lord slowly moved his body and reached a place where the light could not cover him. The faint light reflected.

In this way, this ruthless, vile, greedy, arrogant master of mankind, in this place where no one can see him, in this darkest corner of the corridor, where he does not have to fulfill any responsibility, bears Wherever there is any hope, where any authority is established, where any strategy is contemplated, he looks at the only old friend he can trust now.

Sigh.

[Macado, my friend. 】

【Those of my heirs, you say...】

【What should I do with them...】

　I'm really sleepy today, this one didn't perform well at all, I'll go to bed first, and I'll refine it when I get up tomorrow...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)