Emperor's Bane

Chapter 133 Death of an Emperor ([-])
They still exist.

It exists in her heart, in the deepest part of the sea of ​​her soul, where all her wild ambitions and dreams cannot escape.

When Morgan opened her third eye for a long time, she once again returned to her thinking kingdom: this was not hers from the very beginning, the most important territory in her life.

In fact, Morgan is not very happy to come back here, and she doesn't always remember everything here in detail. When she wants to use those souls, she prefers to summon them directly.

This is for a reason.

Compared with more than a decade ago, these things have hardly changed. When Morgan looked around, there was nothing new, surprising, or alert to her.

Time has no meaning here.

The sky is still pure black. It is the most decayed and obscure black without any vitality and luster. It is like a bottle of ink being knocked to the ground, drying up into layers and layers of disgusting people. The tenacious dirt, even if it is washed again and again, it is impossible to erase their existence.

Under such a sky, everything in Morgan's mind was shrouded in a lingering shadow.

The sword, the palace, and the minaret, they still stand there, each maintaining the ever-changing kingdom with itself as the center, the golden, deep purple, and indigo rays of light are constantly infecting the already dirty sky, in the endless void An eternal struggle is going on in the galaxy, fighting for who will be used by the most vicious and selfish individual in this galaxy at a certain moment in the future when fate opens the final scene.

Morgan raised her head and saw that the will that did not belong to her was determining her fate. The ever-changing thousands of colors were intertwined and intertwined all the time. At first glance, there was a colorful and wonderful feeling, but when you are really calm When I put my mind to observe carefully, I only find that these seemingly dreamy colors become more and more disgusting, distorted, and hideous with the deepening of observation, as if all the evils in the world are in that light, and there are countless evils in the world. appear.

The longer you watch, the more confused, lost, and eager you are to further explore these terrifying places that should be daunting and far away. Only the calmest characters will get out of this silent bewitchment in time. Break away, and when they regained their composure and looked at the dreamy sky again, they would only see the most creepy truth in the world.

Morgan raised his head, witnessed the filthy and wonderful starry sky in her heart, looked at it quietly for a few seconds, then lowered his head, no serious problem.

Even the collision and struggle of the destructive power itself is not something to be astonished for her now. She knows that what exists in her heart is just a fragment of those supreme wills, and their struggle is nothing but A fate that can never be escaped from each other.

The silver-haired Ms. Spider once heard those Iron Warriors discuss: Perturabo, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion, can see or feel the Eye of Terror all the time from the moment he has his own consciousness, and it is also Because of this, the starry sky in the eyes of the Iron Lord is different from that of anyone else in the galaxy.

But those who discussed these anecdotes would never know that what was happening in Morgan's mind was far more terrifying than all the existences in Perturabo's eyes.

The three gods, or the will of the gods on par, broke out in an eternal struggle in her mind. The intensity of this war may vary from time to time, but it never stops, especially the Lord of Change and the Hunger. The fight between thirsty ladies almost never ends.

Whenever they collide again, the sky will drop countless fragments, which record complex schemes, twisted history and sacrilegious rituals that even the Primarch cannot understand at the first time. cleared, they would even begin to affect the Primarch's own sobriety.

Whenever Morgan starts to think, whenever she calms down and examines and reflects on what she has done, she has to go into her inner world, face the never-ending struggle, In front of the three great wills she could not resist, she became a silent and humble wretch.

Even for the most experienced navigator, traveling through the warp is a dangerous adventure, but for Morgan, almost every thought of her will face the storms that are not inferior to the most violent places in the warp.

The Eye of Terror, in Perturabo's pupil.

The Eye of Terror is also in Ms. Spider's heart.

Thousands of countries rose and collapsed before her eyes, and the blasphemy and crimes that could not be imagined by all the minds in the world came alive before her. She witnessed tens of millions of loyalty, betrayal, blasphemy, distortion, Desire and rage change in the vision of her third eye to create a drama that never repeats, telling her the magnificence of the universe and time over and over again.

They even take into account her psychological endurance: not too many profane fragments appear in front of her each time, ensuring that she will not be overwhelmed by these horrific sights.

The wills represented by the three rays of light are all acquiescing to this decision, silently watching Morgan trembling in front of the vivid images of the most terrible atrocities in the world again and again, but there is a slight difference: the blue and purple rays of light will only The continuous, sharpest laughter came out of her pain, as if waiting for the lovely prey to step into the trap step by step, and occasionally, they even whispered some low-pitched whispers, enveloping her will.

But gold doesn't, and never has.

He will always be silent, and will only quietly witness her. He neither saves nor oppresses her further, he just quietly witnesses her struggle.

waiting for her choice.

She even had to periodically delete some too disgusting memories to ensure that her thinking would not be affected: in front of the things she witnessed, the depravity and torture in the memories of the Eldar that she ate The way even looks a little pale.

You must know that some of the aliens she enjoys have even experienced the incomparably brilliant Eternal Dynasty and are the guests of various luxurious occasions in the Comoros. Some of the [knowledge] in their minds even makes the first Morgan, who watched once, felt chills in his bones.

But that's all in the past.

Now, after more than 20 years of baptism and repetition, even the craziest Haemonculi in the Comoros can't use their dark performances to make even the slightest ripple in Lady Spider's heart, and the most craziest in the hearts of the world In Morgan's eyes, the filth and darkness of the elementary school are no different from the mud in the hands of urchins.

Compared with the nature that symbolizes blasphemy and distortion, the things that intelligent life can come up with are ultimately too gentle.

Even when Morgan wanted to pass the time during the Randan War, she occasionally silently watched the most depraved fragments of these alien memories, and regarded it as an indifferent pastime.

For the Primarch, more than 20 years was enough to make her feel blind to everything.

And those intermittent, terrifying scenes that appeared in front of her eyes gradually decreased in frequency after she devoured part of Magnus's soul and strengthened her will unprecedentedly, but they still existed.

She was even thankful that for a long time, she didn't have any feedback on the so-called emotions at all, which allowed her to successfully survive many tests.

For Morgan, such a heart will naturally have an impact: no matter whether Ms. Spider wants to admit it or not, she must face a real problem: being reduced to the second seat in the next seat in her own thinking world is a serious problem. It was a very distressing thing, whenever Morgan watched the shards of the fierce battle feebly, a different kind of anger would accumulate in her heart.

Occasionally, she would think that she needed a way to vent, a way to vent her grievances that would not make her too obsessed.

She is thinking about this problem and is constantly trying.

Thinking of this, Morgan kept moving forward in her inner world without any light at all. The only scenery on the road was the souls wandering around. She had been trying her best to control their number, always Guarantee the only remaining power in your hands.

Souls, countless souls, most of them come from various blasphemous aliens. The ten years of fierce fighting on the front line of the Randan War have greatly filled the storage in Morgan's mind. Every time the front line The bloody battle is a good harvest for her.

Even, her only worry is that there are too many souls, so many that her mind cannot maintain the necessary balance: every time she harvests, Ms. Spider always wants to eat more. Insurmountable greed, and the consequence of this greed is that every time she cleans up the too many souls in her mind, she can't help but want to strangle herself who was eating too much before.

Therefore, consuming them has become a necessary knowledge. Morgan understands how important the necessary sacrifices are, so how greedy she is when harvesting souls, and how generous she is when using them.

And it was this kind of generosity that earned the name of [Soul Drinker] in Ran Dan's war.

In the eyes of outsiders, as a top psychic, Ms. Spider's various performances can be considered exaggerated compared to her colleagues who are shocking, they are always whispering in private, Morgan How did the continuous and powerful moves in previous wars come about?

And the answer is simple.

soul.

Hundreds of souls are enough to support an unimaginable hurricane, turning the situation of a battlefield in an instant.

The wailing of thousands of souls is enough to set off an invisible huge wave, completely erasing the fortresses that are embedded with the mountain itself from the map.

But for Morgan, her own strength is enough to do these things, so she never bothered to burn those souls to do these things.

She only puts her soul into and even squanders those big scenes.

Tens of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even more souls, when they were ruthlessly pulled out of her mind at the same time, and then ignited together, the strength and grief that could erupt from their destruction would be enough to sustain Morgan completed the most exaggerated spell in an instant, pinching the fate of an entire world and galaxy in his slender fingers.

For example, during the Battle of Druen, the huge storm aroused by Morgan was enough to sweep the destruction of an entire continent. It was Morgan who burned countless souls in her mind and created the natural disaster of migration. In normal times, Ms. Spider The power of the soul can indeed arouse such a will to destroy, but it will definitely not come and go as soon as it is called.

In the war with Ran Dan, the countless miracles that Morgan evoked were behind the screaming souls of countless aliens, and for Morgan, burning souls every time was a good deal: such loss not only Can consume souls that are not precious enough, and can harvest more spoils at will after another victory of the Dark Angels.

Under such abundance, she even developed the habit of collecting, and some interesting or unique alien souls were temporarily kept by her: this behavior seems to come from her genes, when Ms. Spider thought of something similar to When words like [collection] and [keep] were used, she accepted these new habits very smoothly.

And in her soul kingdom, there are some precious alien souls that have been tamed by her, at least on the surface, and are willing to become her collection.

Even including, a scholar of Ada who looks unusually old, it obviously has a far better calmness than its kind, because when Morgan let it witness how wild her inner world is, it didn't Crumbling in the first place, on the contrary, under the horror of that deep purple light that is every Eldar's nightmare, it offered an exchange to Lady Spider tremblingly.

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"Plunder cannot get everything...human beings."

"Things that are plundered are always incomplete, unable to show the original appearance, wisdom and profound meaning. What you see are just broken fragments one after another. You can use them to exercise yourself, but if you want to learn To more, what you need is the inheritance of words.”

"Some wisdom can only exist in the expression and communication between each other, it cannot be captured by any words and memories, because all records are subjective, that is to say, there are distortions and changes .”

"And I'll tell you what these things look like."

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Morgan agreed to the exchange.

She even allowed this alien soul to stay in the safest valley.

And now, it's time for her to reap the rewards of the deal.

Ms. Spider's footsteps have come all the way to these gloomy kingdoms. The part that makes her feel at ease the most. Many of her good things are placed here: those precious enough soul collections, and the most dreadful part of her life. s things.

When she came here, she casually grabbed the soul of the Spirit Race.

【it's time. 】

She looked at the silent, even somewhat stooped alien in front of her, without a trace of compassion in her voice.

[I have something to ask you. 】

"……Speaking……"

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and she spit out some of the confusion in her heart: When she heard about the weird things on Ran Dan's front line, such as those [Forbidden Army] and the golden figure, a bold speculation was in her mind initially formed.

【You... do you know the Emperor? 】

【I want to know, Ran Dan, this rising star who can compete with humans for supremacy, does it also have its own in a certain sense...】

["Emperor"? 】

[Or, the emperor is not the only one, right? 】

Such a question kept the alien in front of Morgan silent for a long time, until Ms. Spider began to wrinkle her sharp brows in displeasure, and some psionic trembling unconsciously appeared beside her. The alien finally found those memories about other races from his own memory.

"It depends on how you understand it."

"If the [Emperor] in your mouth is someone like your creator, then I can tell you."

"Yes."

"Those civilizations that are powerful enough, expansive enough, and ambitious enough, they may have their own [Emperor]."

"Or, [Emperor] is not the only one."

"But your emperor is unique."

　This [Emperor] question involves some of the author's private settings, so it won't be an exaggeration, and I will explain it clearly in the next one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)