Emperor's Bane

Chapter 158 The Mother of Genes
Galaxies are dying.

As the balance between the two universes is broken again and again, as hundreds of millions of deaths and wailing are staged over and over in countless worlds and shadows, as the most powerful will unscrupulously release their own malice With longing, this galaxy is dying.

The Tarks star was fading, never in its billions of years had it been so fragile, so weak, so humble.

In its former land, the two most powerful wills in the galaxy are colliding, and a heroic gamble is going on: the gaming table is a barren world and a vast territory, and the gamblers are dusty demigods and arbitrary The king, and the bet, is hegemony, which is related to the eternal hegemony of thousands of stars and hundreds of millions of people.

The lion of Caliban and the savage king of the northern part of the galaxy, the two monarchs who had never met, threw every chip and every chess piece in their hands wantonly like this, racking their brains to hope to win in this game without luck. Occupy even the slightest advantage in the chess game: Legion, fleet, heroic blade, war engine...

But the most ironic point is that neither the original body nor the aliens are the protagonists of this war, and their high positions and weights will not bring more practical effects.

It is the rude non-commissioned officers, the frightened privates, and the commanders and observers who probe their brains in the trenches and steel that really decide this war.

It is everyone who is trying their best to survive and win in the smoke of the front line.

Whether he is a fighter.

Still Primarch.

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The wolf king of Fenris gritted his teeth, and spit out hot air from the cracks between his sharp teeth, forming a frost-white scene that looked like fog from a distance.

At this time, Leman Russ is like a creature who has stepped out of the most ethereal myth on the ice field: he walks in the bloody mud and frosty fog, and his Dionysian spear shines like a god-given metal , while the other hand is tightly holding a battle ax stained with countless minced meat and yellowish worms. His bushy beard has become dirty now, covered with dried black blood, even his The same goes for the overgrown hair.

But despite all this, Leman Russ is still a demigod, an inoffensible personification of war and death, the Emperor's proud son: if anyone doubts this, he need only look at the wolf of Fenris At the king's feet and behind him, look at the fortresses and legions destroyed by the god of wolves, look at the fate of those aliens who overreached themselves and tried to provoke him, look at those who surrounded him and swore their allegiance to any order pack of wolves, then he will fully understand.

And now, Morgan sees all this in his eyes.

After giving the first order to her son, Morgan seldom used her own power anymore. She floated around the wolves like an ethereal statue, and only raised her hand gently at the most critical moments. , using random words and enunciations to destroy any existence that could hurt the wolves.

She is recuperating, brewing, and preparing for a real war, not this kind of pettiness. Of course, Morgan is also very clear: Whether it is Leman Russ or his pack of wolves, they are in the bottom of their hearts. Doesn't seem very eager to accept her help, which is another reason why she tries to do as little as possible.

She was happy to be at ease: anyway, the progress of the war was within her expectation, if the wolves of Leman Russ insisted that certain persistence was more important than their own lives, then why would she want to stop it?

Although the sons of Fenris never really expressed it, Morgan easily This clearly confirms the Space Wolves' distaste, even hatred, for these Warp spells.

But then, the Spider Queen found another very interesting point: Although the space wolves instinctively loathe psionic power, the storms and snow roared by the undoubtedly respected [Wolf Priests] seem to have nothing to do with it. There is no fundamental difference in psionics.

If you really want to look into it, it is that these wolf priests don't care where the storms and ice and snow in their hands come from. , but it is also the safest posture to drive the [Rune Magic] gifted by the [World Soul] of their home planet Fenris.

This sounds like an act of burning pianos and cranes that a group of barbarians can do, and it seems to be enough to make a little guy like Ahriman bow his head for a while, but when Morgan's will carefully sifted through the wild wolves After carefully observing the souls and wills of every wolf priest in the team, she was a little surprised to find:
Even the most seasoned and profound wolf priests, their soul purity is much better than those Thousand Sons scholars who are "proficient in secret arts". Ridiculous, but it does have its own subtlety and mastery.

At the very least, it's safe.

And in this galaxy, in many cases, security is an overwhelming force.

During her silent observation, Morgan silently recorded the methods used by these wolf priests for using psionic energy, and she believed that she would use them one day: it is impossible that among her descendants there are not a bunch of people who are accustomed to exploring and using the power of warp space. Little guy, she needs to work out a reasonable method for them, lest they die too quickly, or drag her down.

So far, she had carefully observed the psionic art of the Space Wolves, Dark Angels, and Thousand Sons, and glimpsed how the Stormseers of Jaghatai communicated with the forces of the Warp. Of: Thinking about it now, she realized that she was instinctively drawn to the psionic arts of the White Scar.

Of course, there is no final conclusion on everything now, she still has plenty of time to plan her legion and heirs, she even has plenty of opportunities to make mistakes, and the determination to face countless failures.

after all……

At this moment, a certain red-haired, one-eyed, ignorant, and energetic face floated slowly in Morgan's mind.

Even if he fails again, can he still fail?
Thinking of this, Morgan's heart was instantly full of confidence.

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Encouraged by sufficient encouragement, the Spider Queen glanced over the bloody Space Wolves Legion, the continuous reinforcements from Ran Dan in the distance, the fortresses and fortresses that were constantly burning and collapsing, and came to her own. On several heirs.

She watched them, and in their minds she sent an encouraging light to their hearts and wills, which undoubtedly inspired each of Morgan's sons, and at the same time, this indifferent mother was also doing justice. each of his sons.

The first one to steal her sight was without a doubt Hector, the tallest heir who had been ordered to leave her side several times. In terms of position, he is like an invincible gargoyle, throwing himself into the fiercest battle line, strangling all opponents with his innate strength and speed, but in just a moment, his armor and sharp blade have already Full of profane alien blood.

And beside him, there are always countless sons of Leman Russ cheering heartily. These Fenrisian men don't care at all that an outsider has captured the most killing and glory. They surrounded him, singing loudly while killing indulgently, It was as if this immensely tall warrior was the very best of the Space Wolves.

Morgan even wondered if her ears were hallucinating: She seemed to hear Hector's wolf-like roar amidst the cheers of the wolves?

The Spider Queen smiled. She liked this heir named Hector very much, and liked his talent, strength and loyalty. If possible, she would not mind letting this little guy rise to the top.

But now, he still needs some training and experience. After all, Morgan never likes to clean up the mess for others. As her most beloved personal belongings, her heirs should help her save energy in various places, rather than backfire.

Her will continued to roam the battlefield, killing those powerful aliens that could make the wolves bleed all over the ground. She soon found her shadow champion: Ezio was still alone. Lurking in the shadows, whispering about today's harvest, but soon, he sensed something, the killer in the shadows floated out of his kingdom, and cleanly settled a slightly loose fortress, his The technique can even be said to be art.

Afterwards, he took off the identity tags of these opponents, and stacked these blood-stained metals into a small arc-shaped tower. He held up the artwork, bowed slightly in Morgan's direction, and then, Once disappeared into the shadows.

Morgan raised the corner of her mouth, and her will then came to the remaining few people: the ancient warrior Kairon of the Legion was commanding Ajax, Salieri and Eris, and joined the front line of the Space Wolves. The veteran who came out of Terra was stunned the moment Morgan looked at him, and then continued his battle with a normal expression.

Morgan's eyes flicked over Eris's body quickly: this son of hers possessed a very powerful psychic talent, which even made her have to pay attention.

Compared with other descendants, this ancient warrior of the Legion has a much colder attitude towards his Primarch: it's not that Kairon doesn't respect his genetic mother, but he seems to be limited to [respect].

This kind of indifference even made Morgan feel a kind of offense: his personal belongings actually think that they are equal in a certain sense?
The Spider Queen temporarily sat on a boulder, rubbing her chin, watching the veteran's every move, while thinking about other things in her mind.

According to the news she heard, except for some extremely special circumstances, when each Primarch returned to his own legion, it seemed that he would carry out some kind of activities and orders similar to [cleaning].

Of course, this does not necessarily mean strife and bloodshed. In most cases, it is simply the gradual loss of the former central figures, the former Legion culture giving way to the Primarch's preferences, and the reorganization of the Emperor's Legion into these mortals. Legion of demigods.

Morgan even witnessed how her blood relative Jonson carried out a small-scale purge. The King of Knights of Caliban did not hide this from her. Jonson also told her clearly why this was done. A cleaning and replacement.

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"I gave the order, but the order was provoked."

"There are various reasons for the provocation. It may be some old-fashioned dogmas and habits. It may be that some warriors who have followed the Emperor think that there is no real difference in respect between them and me. It may also be the experience from fighting Terra until now. , honor and arrogance to make some people think their abilities outweighed my intelligence.”

"To be honest, I don't care what they think of me, I don't care what kind of tradition they used to follow, but now, my orders have been obstructed and provoked, and my will cannot be conveyed and executed [-]% - this is intolerable .”

"So, until my will becomes the will of the legion, and until my orders are not provoked or obstructed, I will not stop this kind of action."

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At the time, she didn't care.

But now, after thinking carefully about Jonson's words as a Primarch of the Legion, Genemother, and Master of the Legion, Morgan found that she almost instinctively agreed with the words of the blood relatives.

To have her orders provoked?
What a joke.

A gloomy color flashed in the Spider Queen's eyes, and at the same time, some preliminary ideas began to form in her mind.

In the future, Morgan certainly intends to cleanse her legion, but she does not intend to make this cleansing bloody, cruel, or merciless.

If those veterans who have fought all the way from Terra understand what she means and thinks, she doesn't mind giving these most noble assets a sufficient honor and a decent future: whether as a respected elder or an advisor who can make suggestions, Even as a legion manager under some kind of tacit understanding, she doesn't mind playing a compassionate mother, and through subtle compromise and tacit understanding, she can gain the actual power of the legion step by step, and everything that comes with it.

She even had a rudimentary plan, one born out of her original inspiration from her blood brother Jonson's stewardship of the Dark Angels.

Of course, this plan does contain those billions of blood.

However, those bloods are destined to have nothing to do with her, the compassionate, benevolent, powerful, and intelligent gene mother.

Morgan stood up, her face had returned to a smiling face, and she felt that her sons had gathered together again along various routes, ready to join a brand new battle: the fortress in front of them was more than Any grand pass I have seen before is taller and tougher, and all the space wolves are rushing here.

When they step down here, there will be no obstacles that can stop them from destroying the [Engine of Destiny].

Morgan looked up.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath. At this moment, she was not far away from the psychic crusher shining with scarlet light in another dimensional world.

She could even smell that there seemed to be something that made her intoxicated in that Ran Dan's holy weapon of war.

it.

calling her.

(End of this chapter)