Emperor's Bane

Chapter 118 Old-fashioned plot
It might be interesting to watch the commanding company commander of the death guard run away without a word like a fart with his nose knocked off.

Morgan even felt that the low air pressure he had accumulated in the storm of the subspace dissipated a lot as the embarrassed figure went away.

She felt joy, a rather dark [pleasure], like the mocking rustling of dry leaves in the evening wind.

She felt it very clearly, that feeling was like witnessing the tender grass that had been cut off by the roots tenaciously pull out new shoots, and the bright green colors began to caress the passing breeze, even though they were still very weak, very Misty, if you don't even concentrate on observing, you can't see the trace at all, but they do exist, and they are being revived step by step.

Morgan couldn't guess why her creator chose to nearly eradicate her emotions, but it is clear that he did not choose to completely clean them. After long observation and personal practice, Ms. Spider is Little by little, she found those mysteries that she had never really understood, although she had a deep understanding.

This pale lady is actually not a heartless person through and through. She has her own emotions and can detect and know the true meaning of emotions, but on the other hand, her emotions are missing, whether it is love or hatred, Or jealousy and longing are things she still can't really understand.

Emotions and emotions have never been a thing. The former is just a slightly complicated product of life's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, while the latter is a real man-made wonder, and even creates the basic elements of society and civilization.

At this time, Morgan is just a semi-finished product that has mastered the former, but fortunately, with more than ten years of continuous observation, classification and summary, and personal practice, she is truly cultivating her emotions: although they are still like the same plant Fragile as a bud.

But now, she really felt a little pleasure, which is the most despicable pleasure that can be felt when witnessing the pain of others.

This even made her feel better. She turned her head and didn't think about what kind of reinforcements this sad little guy could bring. After all, the confrontation not long ago allowed her to roughly see the so-called Lord of the No.14 Legion.

[Don't overestimate his danger, don't underestimate his malice. 】

Jonson's assessment was indeed correct.

She even misses the Lion King of Caliban a little bit, misses his solemn face and blond hair that have almost remained unchanged for thousands of years, and misses what he taught her, whether consciously or unconsciously.

She did learn a lot in the First Legion: whether it was Caliban's swordsmanship, the formation method and necessity of secret groups, or the negotiation technique with an extremely high success rate.

The First Legion is indeed a treasure.

She still remembered the time when she learned martial arts with Zhuang Sen: Whether it was swordsmanship or unarmed combat, the Lion King taught her with all her strength, making her skills barely passable in his eyes.

She even had a pen pal of her own in the First Legion, Luther, one of her four current pen pals, who exchanged letters every two or three months while she hung around Jonson. Speed ​​accumulates this hard-won friendship.

In addition to Luthor, Morgan has three other pen pals. The relationship between them may not be stable, but this kind of friendship that spans galaxies and worlds is indeed through thin but infinite written words. It is steadily being built.

In a sense, Morgan's pen pals are actually big shots.

Ahriman: Needless to say, even after returning to Prospero, the letters from Magnus’ beloved son have never ceased, and his souvenirs are also piled up into hills. In his private room, half of the bookshelves and display cabinets were filled with gifts from Ahriman. In his letters, he explained his situation in detail, or proudly showed off his recent advancement, thanks to him. , Even thousands of miles away, Morgan still knew all the movements of the No.15 Legion like the back of his hand.

Kelly Finney: This pen pal is just a real mortal with no power to restrain chickens, but she is also the smartest of Morgan's pen pals in a sense. Morgan met her on Olympia, when she Just as the Thousand Sons were heading to the front line of the Randan War, the fleet stayed briefly on the home planet of the Iron Warriors for a few days. It was at this time that Morgan got to know this rather special female nobleman. When the fleet set sail again, they were friends with a firm friendship.

And the last one is the person Morgan is waiting for now: he is a Shadow Moon Wolf.

One of the best Shadow Moon Wolf.

The shadow struck, it was the largest void battleship covering the sun's brilliance, and the entire [Fourth Knight] was enveloped in the darkest light it raised.

Here they are.

That's 【Perseverance】.

Horus, right up there.

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pain.

The pain still surrounded him.

Typhon clenched his teeth, he forced himself to walk in the corridors and halls of the battleship as usual, and politely returned salutes to every death guard who greeted him.

He has to do this, he is the first company commander of the No.14 Legion, and his identity forces him to maintain an indifferent and strong posture at all times: It was only because of his relationship with him that he ascended to this position, but Typhon himself dismissed this statement, even contemptuously.

Even if he didn't know Mortarion, he could have climbed to this position...

Even climb higher.

"……hiss……"

Damn it, this is by no means an ordinary pain, but a psychic scar: How did he not know that psykers could do this before?

Typhon frowned, and began to recall what he had learned as a psyker, but it only made his brows tighten, because he remembered almost immediately: he had never been through any system at all. spiritual training.

In Barbarus, there was naturally no place for him, a hybrid of humans and aliens, to study and experiment safely.

And finally came to the void with infinite possibilities, but he encountered the most paranoid and stubborn Primarch: Under Mortarion's undisguised witch-hunting tendencies, he even himself was a psyker. The facts must be carefully concealed, let alone receive any systematic spiritual training.

He even remembered that day, in the poisonous mist of Barbarus, he made his suggestion to Mortarion, who had become a hero of the world. As a friend, he carefully mentioned the power of psychic power. Strength: In his plans, with psychic powers, Mortarion could defeat his seemingly invincible alien adoptive father.

Typhon couldn't forget that moment, when his suggestion just slipped from his mouth, Mortarion, his so-called friend, showed how angry at that moment, he just glanced at Typhon , it made him almost instinctively want to kneel down, or run away, never to appear beside this terrifying monster again.

Mortarion then gave a whole-hearted preaching to his first friend: including denouncing the filth of psionics and the vileness of aliens, but Typhon didn't listen to a word, his head bowed deeply When he got down, his mind was full of the eyes that made him lose face.

What a... humiliation.

He is a psyker, but that's all. He doesn't have any more advanced skills, comprehension and actual combat experience. Summoning a flame or lightning is already his most powerful trick.

He shouldn't be like this, he should have more powerful power.

If it wasn't for that damn order...

Damn Mortarion.

He felt pain again, and this pain was even eroding his rationality and ability to form words, as if it was a kind of poison that was deliberately fed in: this is of course impossible, the time he stayed with Morgan It didn't take more than 5 minutes in total. Unless he was completely seen through in an instant, that mortal would not have any hostility towards him at all.

What exactly is going on……

He thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, his lack of psychic power made him feel more and more pain.

Damn it... Mortarion...

His heart whispered until he walked slowly to his room.

[Typhon. 】

A deep voice broke into his eardrums.

【I heard from them that you went to find that wizard, Typhon, I think I told you...】

The sound stopped abruptly.

Typhon could feel the gaze from the Primarch resting on him, and he could feel the breath mixed with poison gas becoming more and more rude and serious.

Finally, Mortarion spoke again.

[Tell me, Typhon. 】

[Who did all this? 】

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"You're welcome, Ms. Morgan."

"Farewell to Shana, it's been a few years since I think about it now."

James, the fourth company commander of the Luna Wolf Legion, the most beloved and trusted heir of the Wolf God, the head of the Mourning Society, and Morgan's fourth pen pal.

A few years ago, he visited the Dark Angels as an envoy of the Shadow Moon Wolf. Under the dark clouds in Shana's world, he met Morgan who was still doing nothing at the time. The two visitors who also had some free time went together like this Okay, their friendship was formed extremely quickly and firmly. Even though the First Legion and the No.16 Legion were separated by more than half a galaxy, the letters between the two pen pals never stopped.

So, of course, when Morgan gained a foothold on the Death Guard battleship, her first request was to contact Se James, and then she let Zahariel lead the remaining Dark Angels, and she herself As a representative of the legion, he boarded the "Perseverance" where Horus is now.

In fact, in theory, Zahariel is more suitable to serve as the envoy of the First Legion, but when Morgan proposed that she be the envoy, none of the Dark Angels objected to this somewhat strange request.

Se James greeted his mortal friends on the bridge, and they walked together in the corridor of the Queen of Glory, casting two shadows on the wall, one tall and one short.

[Perseverance] is an overly simple battleship, it doesn't even have any decorations. After all, the Lord of Death from Barbarus is by no means a person who is keen on extravagance. Inside this battleship, there are only two heads of the empire. The eagle emblem and the barbed ring skull emblem of the Death Guard Legion itself are somewhat decorative: the former retains its golden appearance, as is customary for the Empire, while the latter is made of nickel-iron ore.

What's more, when Sam James led Morgan through the halls where warriors were summoned and orders were given, they didn't even see a corner where they rested: because in these halls, there will never be When debates and discussions take place, only the orders from the Pale King will be conveyed to everyone one by one with an unquestionable attitude.

Everything on the "Perseverance" is a dim yellow color, because almost all the lighting of the battleship comes from special shutters, and the specially adjusted windows make all the starlight entering the room through it become like the mother star of the Death Guard. Same color as on Ruth.

But even so, Mortarion never admitted that he missed his homeworld.

The Shadow Moon Wolf leads the [Soul Drinker] forward in this twilight, they are like mysterious residents walking in the valley, they come from a hidden kingdom that only exists in scrolls, the thinking of the two people is almost the same Fast, and the constant letter contact allows them to keep up with each other's rhythm very well.

They chatted about war, the eternal subject of the galaxy, and they kept jumping on their own topics, from the current war, to the three legions with different styles, to Horus, the Primarch of Genes, Ran Dan's front line The situation of the battle, and the missing No.11 Primarch.

When they walked into the conference room specially prepared for the negotiation, their words had been surrounding the missing No.11 Primarch for a while.

"No.11 original body, or we can directly call him [Mengele], this is the name he declared to the outside world, but few people use it, they prefer to call him [Pure Man], or 【Perfect person】."

"In a sense, he is indeed worthy of the second title. It is said that each Primarch represents the Emperor's side, and the No.11 Primarch Mengele is obviously in the year he represents. In addition, there are more accomplishments.”

[Then which side does he represent? 】

Se James laughed.

"science."

"No.11 Primarch Menger symbolizes the side of the great emperor in the field of science and technology. What he is best at is to think with the purest rational thinking, and his achievements in various scientific researches, especially in biological sciences Simply unmatched.”

"In this regard, his so-called perfect face and legendary deeds are just things that ordinary people are more concerned about, but from another perspective, he is not really perfect, he is always a bit strict with his legion .”

"Even Your Excellency Perturabo complained in private with our gene father, he felt that His Excellency Mengele was too strict and ruthless towards his legion, as if they were not his own descendants, but a group of out-and-out He is like a stranger, and his attitude towards those who conquered the world has also been criticized by many people, but his achievements are indeed real, and no one is qualified to refute this."

[It sounds like you are not very worried about his disappearance? 】

Se James smiled.

"If it were any other Legion or Primarch, it would be worrying, but Primarch No. 11 and his Legion are an absolute exception, because they have a very special killer weapon: it is no secret .”

【Appreciate further details? 】

Se James lowered his voice.

"That is……"

"boom!"

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a beast full of infinite anger and resentment swaggered in. His bone-white armor and gray hood couldn't be more conspicuous. A signature outfit only applies to one Primarch.

Mortarion, here we come.

His gaze roamed the empty conference room until he locked on to where Morgan was.

The Lord of the No.14 Legion frowned. He whispered words that no one could understand clearly, and walked over slowly, with his palm turned over, a huge scythe shining with snow-white light.

Morgan could hear Se James' uncontrollable heartbeat, but she didn't respond, because Morgan could have guessed why Mortarion had come the first moment he barged in.

Oh……

Old-fashioned plot.

(End of this chapter)