Emperor's Bane

Chapter 117
Callas-Typhon had been following Morgan for some time.

Maybe even Ms. Spider herself didn't realize how recognizable the name "Soul Drinker" was among the many Legions Astartes, or among those Legions Astartes who participated in the Randan War.

At this time, eight years have passed since the outbreak of the Second Randan War, and six or seven years have passed since the reinforcements of the No.15 Legion arrived at the front line against Randan.

In this neither long nor short period of time, countless Astartes warriors and mortals have embarked on the battle line against Randan, most of them never came back, and those who survived by chance often did not They are willing to mention more details about this war. They never mention anything about Ran Dan or even simply forget it. They only have a clear memory of some flashes on the human side.

And in these memories, the [Soul Drinker] who fought the entire Randan War from beginning to end is one of the most mentioned characters. Almost every character who has fought side by side with the main force of the First Legion will mention As far as this powerful psyker is concerned, even those frontline soldiers who have not participated in the battle planned by the Dark Angels can outline a terrifying figure amid countless rumors and boasting.

And all this, Morgan didn't know, completely, didn't know.

For the Pale Lady, her war experience is different from most people: Whether as an advisor to the First Legion or as a hidden blood relative of the Lion King, Morgan has always been close to the Primarch of the Dark Angels, Either rush to the most tragic battlefield, or stay in the deep belly of the Queen of Glory, and her social circle is temporarily limited to the Dark Angel and a few pen pals. Naturally, these reserved characters will not mention the rumors of the outside world too much.

In a sense, Jonson has kept his blood relatives in check.

And as a Primarch, Morgan also almost instinctively overlooked one point: what kind of miracles in the eyes of others are those things that are just a little bit of effort in her eyes, especially after the Sisyphus incident, accompanied by Some kind of slack and laziness, this kind of unintentional great power is more and more displayed in front of others.

Although most of the battles of the Dark Angels are to be hidden and sealed, there are always some that can be remembered by outsiders and friendly forces, and as a first-class model worker of the First Legion, Morgan did not miss any of them.

Therefore, Typhon, who was interested in collecting this information, accumulated a shocking report and summary. Whenever he avoided everyone and read these stories, his neck would be soaked in cold sweat, a special kind of report. Such absurd feelings would attack his heart, making him confirm the authenticity of these news again and again.

But they are all true, at least those who proclaim them swear by them.

These absurd stories may all be true, or they may be pure rumors and lies, but even so, even if only one of them is true, it is enough to make the captain of the Death Guard feel full of regret deep in his heart. fear and hesitation.

That [Soul Drinker], or rather, that Ms. Morgan.

In the Graton galaxy, relying on the local unstable star and special environment, she used her will to distort the sun of this galaxy into a pure destruction storm, and the frenzied electromagnetic and high temperature killed Ran Dan in an instant Taking the death of millions of aliens as an opportunity, she invaded Ran Dan's thinking network deployed in this star area. The important 120 nine high-ranking officers ended their lives at the same moment, and the Dark Angel blew the clarion call of victory in the chaos of the alien army.

On the sky of the savage Kostila alien world, relying on the ancient instrument provided by the dark angel, her mind dominates this tyrannical alien country with six colonized worlds, accompanied by whispered words and invisible The threads of Kushti's alien fleet fell into dead silence, while their legions and people indulged in a never-ending dream. Billions of savage creatures perished in her whispers, from kings to soldiers. Without exception, they were deeply involved, those weapons and warships that could destroy galaxies and worlds were abandoned, and those palaces that inherited wisdom and pride were left unguarded. The others gave up resistance and did not wake until the Dark Angels' bullets killed the last member of the millennial race.

And in the Titan galaxy, oh, things became even more weird and mysterious: the First Army annihilated Ran Dan’s largest fleet since the start of the war there, and their own casualties were even less than 1000. No one knew they were How to do all this, there is only one thing that can reveal the secret of this war: After the war in the Titan galaxy is over, the navigators, psykers and even any characters with psychic potential of all surrounding galaxies began to do it. A nightmare: They heard the scream, the most alluring and coldest scream, the scream resounded on thousands of white bones, echoing eternally in the endless void, until now, it has Not completely disappeared.

Compared with these near-mythical rumors, those more [ordinary] feats can be called bleak: whether it is burning down the alien fortress and hive like a sandcastle, or waving dozens The hundreds of meters high war engine turned into dust, or saved thousands of meritorious veterans and more new blood who have served since the Terra Unification War in one bloody battle after another, these Her deeds are enough for her to be sung on the lips of countless Astartes and psykers.

The truth and rumors are entangled, turning into a monstrous fog to cover up the true legend and greatness, and when outsiders witness all this, they can only watch the majestic figure in the fog from afar, guessing blankly. Is it an illusion of bravado, or the tip of the iceberg where real fear exists.

Typhon leans towards the latter.

But now, such a character is right in front of his eyes.

Such a powerful, terrifying, and dreaded character, an alpha or even a higher-level psionic master who can control himself, is an existence that is extremely cherished in the entire galaxy.

If he can guide her to the true and correct path, let her believe in that great existence as his descendant...

Such feats should be enough to attract the attention of the greatest and most benevolent gods. If he does well enough, in time, he may really be able to step into the sacred garden and meet the great gods.

By then, he can...

No, now is not the time to think about the future, he needs to focus on the present, on the reality.

He should be careful, after all, this [Soul Drinker] is from the First Legion, that extremely mysterious group of lunatics who are said to be crazily loyal to the false emperor. Although she was a member of the more gentle No.15 Legion before, but No one can guarantee which side will influence her more.

If she has also become one of the fanatics of the false emperor, then his mission can be regarded as dying before he is ready. On the contrary, if she still maintains the true wisdom of rationality and independent thinking, then he has full confidence. Confidence allows her to join the right party.

But before that...

Deep down in his heart, Karas-Typhon reminded himself tirelessly.

He has to be cautious, completely cautious and careful, he can't let anyone know what he is thinking in his heart.

Such caution comes from an experience long ago: Typhon clearly remembers how he came into contact with the Great Being in Galaspar, after Mortarion became the Primarch of the Legion. The chosen first adversary, the Legion, ultimately crushed that world's resistance, eliminating the tyrannical ruler and replacing it with an even more tyrannical Imperial tax collector.

And when Typhon walked alone on the ruins of Galaspa, he couldn't help but have the faintest resonance with this sad world, and he began to recall his past and suffering: Alien hybrids were discriminated against, or were they later shrouded in Mortarion's shadow, and they couldn't even use their innate psychic powers at will. These things were like festering bile, boiling his heart that he thought was firm.

It was in this fester that he saw the overflowing green mold in the shadows, and he heard that most familiar murmur.

A [creature] that cannot be described in the language of a normal person came to him in this way, and sent out invitations and notices.

On that day, Typhon understood the true meaning of the galaxy, he was no longer deceived or concealed, and his life and cognition were higher than his genetic father ever since.

But now, he is not satisfied with this.

He thought about going further.

This is not difficult, after all, the person in front of him is just a mortal.

She is no nobler than him.

Thinking of this, Typhon stretched out his hand like this.

"Karas-Typhon."

"Happy at your service, ma'am."

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Morgan quietly looked at the hand stretched out to her. She could feel that it was a wet and hot palm, full of confidence and calculation.

She didn't react immediately, but blinked her eyes, carefully savoring every word Typhon said deep in her heart.

Unfortunately, when the first captain of the Death Guard stepped into this corridor, Lady Spider's web of heart covered the visitor's thoughts invisibly.

So, like an ordinary traveler, she listened to the thoughts about "planning", "coaching" and "secret" and turned into a waterfall in the valley, sloping down in her heart mightily, even Every turn of voice in Typhon's mind can be demonstrated vividly in her mind.

The corners of Morgan's lips curled up. The third moment she saw Typhon, she had a rough idea of ​​the background of the person in front of her.

He was the first captain of a regiment, and all the first captains Morgan had seen so far were better than him.

He was a psyker, and any Librarian of the Dark Angels Morgan had ever seen would at least give him a headache.

He was a secret schemer, and now, his inner conspiracy was echoing over and over again in Morgan's sea of ​​thinking like an echo in the valley.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, her brows and eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of her mouth raised the slightest arc: this expression was enough to make Coswayne or Arachos shudder, because they knew what it meant.

But unfortunately, Typhon didn't know.

[Morgan. 】

She smiled slowly and stretched out her fingers. This cooperative attitude even made the company commander feel a certain joy.

Then, the two hands were held together.

"boom!"

The violent impact echoed in the corridor. At the moment of shaking hands, Typhon fell to the ground. He clenched his teeth and tried his best not to scream.

Damn, three of his fingers were broken, and several bones in his right arm were broken too!

Typhon lowered his head, because he knew how ferocious his expression was now: he only felt a distortion, a feeling that his bones were being twisted alive.

[Are you all right, Your Excellency Typhon? 】

He heard the woman's voice, and that voice was indeed concerned: Even if he analyzed it with the greatest malice, that voice was indeed full of concern and anxiety.

damn...

Typhon worked hard to calm down his ferocious face, he raised his head, and took a careful look at Morgan's pupils: there was indeed complete concern in them, and he could not see the slightest falsehood.

This is camouflage?

No, it couldn't be, he was Typhon, he was the one who had grasped the truth: it was impossible for him not to see a mortal's disguise, even if she was a psyker.

Damn, what the hell is going on here?

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to show himself a smile, a smile that had everything under control.

"No, nothing, nothing, Ms. Morgan, everything is fine."

He looked at Morgan's outstretched fingers, hesitated for a moment, and helped up.

"Snapped!"

This time, the sound of finger joints breaking was heard throughout the corridor, and Typhon really felt the feeling that his fingers were trapped in the steel glove, and then the root of his finger was broken and he couldn't move.

……damn it……

He raised his head and looked at Morgan, who seemed to have a sluggish face. He saw that this powerful psychic seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. She thought for a while, and then hurriedly used her psychic power to heal Typhon's fracture.

But there is no doubt that this severe pain will accompany him for some time.

"What exactly is going on?"

He panted and raised his head, but he only saw Morgan standing so tall, with an apologetic smile mixed with pity and other inexplicable emotions on his face.

【Ah... I remembered, Your Excellency Typhon, I just guided the ship to make a forced jump from the subspace storm, so I still have some remaining power in my body. I didn't expect them to hurt you like this, Your Excellency...】

She seemed to say something else, but Typhon didn't listen any more, he just looked at her pupils and face, listened to her tone, and looked at the illusion that she seemed to be taller than himself now, in some kind of spiritual whisper In the hint, these elements mixed together, forming a certain appearance that made Typhon feel familiar.

In the next second, he suddenly realized.

Isn't this exactly what happened on Babarus?

Mortarion, his former comrade-in-arms and now the so-called [Father of Genes], looks like this, coming to his side again and again when he was exhausted from fighting, with a relaxed expression of [Concern] 】.

He is always the stronger one, he is born a noble son of God, possesses stronger blood, strength, and even stature than him, he can always cover Typhon in the shadow, no matter what, he can't get out .

That guy... was just born with a good life, so he could look down on him like that and spread the so-called kindness.

Where is he better than himself? He, Tifeng, is the one who has mastered the truth.

At this moment, neither his purpose nor Morgan's words are completely irrelevant. This specific occasion and whispered hint seemed to grab the darkest and most secret corner of Typhon's heart and release Something he has been painstakingly hiding.

Typhon felt only the humiliation he had suffered in this state.

They all come from Mortarion

Originally, he didn't like this so-called father of genes.

Now, he doesn't like it even more.

(End of this chapter)