Emperor's Bane

Chapter 165 The Kind Man Morgan
Confusion, shaking, coma, nausea...

This is definitely the worst-paced long-distance teleportation that Morgan has used since his birth: of course, it is also the most difficult one without a doubt.

Throwing two Primarchs, including myself, and thousands of Astartes warriors from the steel world thousands of miles away, onto the dusty surface of Star Taxus [-], no one I know how frighteningly difficult and precise these frivolous words mean.

Even Morgan himself is very convinced: if she is not the creation of the Lord of Humanity who stole the boundless fire, if she is not the excellent individual who has been absolutely strengthened and talented in psychic power, if she has not squandered her before Soul reserve, thereby preserving a large part of her original power, if she hadn't taken a huge risk to swallow a big mouthful of soul wave almost recklessly on the broken [Engine of Destiny], she would never have It is possible to do this.

At the very least, it can't be done perfectly.

The huge psychic gap is like an invisible god using his sharp sword, drawing a wound that is difficult to heal on the iron-gray sky.

Morgan's portal opened on a barren, vast, and soft enough sand on Taxus [-]. This is a place that is safe enough: even if the landing operation goes to the most unfavorable stage, Ran Dan's army will No real attack here, only damage to some buildings from their constant fire.

Groups of mortal armies and servants walked through these damaged buildings, rushing back and forth between the logistics warehouse and the temporary medical center, and at this moment, these busy mortals were staring wide-eyed, looking at the The wide playground used to assemble the army was swallowed by a large wave of faint blue light, and there was a faint savage sound like a hurricane hitting a tsunami.

Before they felt enough shock and vigilance, countless space wolves wrapped in scars and blood appeared in the light. In the exclamation of the mortals, there were hundreds of them in just a few breaths. Countless Astartes warriors were teleported into the square.

They were panting and scarred. Almost everyone had shocking wounds. What's more, the wounds on their faces and limbs were so huge that it was even doubtful how they survived.

But despite this, the sons of Leman Russ still did not lose their discipline, calmness and order. Those warriors who recovered the fastest quickly struggled to their feet, refusing any support from mortals, and they walked towards those who could not move quickly. The companions moved them to another place: because in the light, there are more space wolves being continuously transmitted.

Soon, this kind of solidarity and mutual assistance reached its peak due to the appearance of an extremely huge figure: the teleportation about Leman Russ made the entire portal uncontrollably set off more waves and power, and when the blood was overflowing, Scarred, but still as stable as Mount Tai, the Fenris wolf king, when he stood up steadily for the first time, the cheers of the wolves completely overwhelmed him. All the space wolves tried their best with the greatest enthusiasm. Possibly huddled around his own genetic father to make sure he was really all right.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the immeasurably tall Primarch was completely overwhelmed by all kinds of stinking black, white, gray, brown and miscellaneous fur.

The smell of sweat and blood made the Primarch slap all his cubs down annoyedly. He forced himself to stand on the ground, endured unimaginable pain and depression, and walked steadily to the entrance of the portal. At the very edge, Leman Russ loudly issued one order after another, but in the blink of an eye, all the Astartes and mortals in front of him began to be busy in an orderly manner.

Except for a few figures: as if they had received some kind of unknown favor, the six members of Hector's team still survived this time. Although everyone looked miserable, the powerful physique of the Astartes With a speed and efficiency unimaginable by ordinary people, their bodies and strengths were restored, and the same thing naturally happened to the Space Wolves.

Everything was in order. In less than a few tens of seconds, all the space wolves had emerged from the portal and were well placed. Leman Russ even once again had a force in front of him that could go into battle. , And until this time, the wolf king of Fenris gritted his teeth, and seemed to be relaxed and slowly sat on the boulder beside him, breathing deeply.

Leman Russ looked at his battle axe, his favorite weapon and companion, which had been smashed to pieces at this moment, and he even fell into some kind of slight sadness.

And beside him, the Primarch of the Wolf King personally guarded Black Blood, looking at his genetic father with great concern. He could feel that every breath of Leman Russ was full of difficulty, like an unusually old man. The old bellows, under the most savage tugging, whimpered with great reluctance.

Not far from Black Blood, another Primarch guard was in the same mood as him: Hector completely ignored his injuries, and he was concentrating on staring at the portal for fear of missing any details, while the members of his team The same is true of every member, even the seasoned and mature ancient warrior Kairon, at this moment, is like the most frizzy recruit, staring at the portal while breathing restlessly.

They didn't wait too long, and almost the moment after all the space wolves were sent over, a thin figure appeared in the square as the light disappeared.

Joy, excitement, joy...

A variety of emotions that should not be born after failure surged with the appearance of the Primarch, and the soldiers of the Second Legion immediately wanted to rush to their Primarch, but they saw Morgan's actions immediately: The Spider Queen Standing his staff on the ground, he made a quiet gesture towards his sons, and then waved his hands to signal them to rest.

Hector sat down unwillingly, but his eyes never moved away from his gene mother: for some reason, he always had a strange feeling that his primarch seemed to be caught in a kind of In the rather chaotic state, he was no longer calm and sober as before.

From the appearance alone, Morgan seems to be much better than everyone else. Her clothes are still neat and tidy, and even her hair is no more messy, but only by carefully observing her blue pupils and patiently understanding her With the breath at this moment, you will find that the Spider Queen of the Second Legion is in an unimaginable chaos and rage.

Withered, dilapidated, chilled, cold...

At this time, Morgan was like a giant anaconda lurking in the forest at the end of autumn, maintaining an extremely strange state of withering, violence and bewilderment.

No one can see this. In the eyes of Astartes and mortals, Morgan just maintains a petite figure. She drags her staff in one hand and Leman Russ' Dionysus Spear in the other. Without any pause or hesitation, he immediately walked towards the Primarch of the Sixth Legion in the distance.

She walked forward in silence like this. Along the way, all the space wolves gave way and saluted to her, expressing respect with the same silent gaze and serious face.

No one could see what was wrong with her: except for Hector, there were also Ezio and Kairon who vaguely sensed something was wrong, but all they could do was silence and quietly fix it.

After all, it was an order from the Primarch.

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Morgan walked towards Leman Russ, which was not a long distance.

As she walked, she let her heart set off waves of waves.

Failure, she thought.

She had just suffered a failure, and in that failure she was stabbed with a kind of bewilderment that disturbed even her calm thoughts.

Morgan hated failure, hated any actual failure: she could accept that she temporarily faked a defeat for the greater good, and knew clearly that facing the power of the alien emperor, they had no victory possibility.

But this did not prevent her heart from being plunged into gloomy weather due to this factual defeat, and because of the fact that she had invested a lot in this battle in vain, additionally blowing up a cruel spiritual storm.

In this kind of storm, there is not only anger, but also a kind of confusion and confusion that can be born because of incomprehension.

Morgan looked at Leman Russ, watched herself getting closer and closer, and looked at her blood relatives: at some point, she was used to this title flowing in her heart, and took it for granted that "blood relatives" More important than everything else.

This is not like her.

Morgan could feel that in her heart, some strange things, some things she could know but couldn't understand, seemed to be sprouting arrogantly, jokingly mocking the barren ruins in the Spider Queen's heart.

a bud...

It seems nothing.

It also seems to represent something unstoppable and is on the road to revival.

Something that not even the Primarch can stop...

Morgan's eyes darkened.

She remembered her anger, the anger that burst out in the battle just now: when she really felt that her blood relatives were in danger, when she found Leman Russ lying at the feet of the alien emperor , she did feel... angry.

Anger in the true sense of the word.

It wasn't a ray of flame, nor was it a flame emblem on a fake face, but an incomparably turbulent fury that could swallow the kingdom and the world, suddenly ignited in her heart.

She made a move, she even lost her rationality and calmness, she rashly used those dead souls, and even risked her own backlash to reduce her power reserve to a level that she swore she would never reach. Below the bottom line.

At the time, she did it, even took it for granted: when she saw her blood relatives fall, she did it all subconsciously: no inner voice affected her, it was her own decision.

But the more this happened, the more disgusted and confused Morgan felt when thinking about it now.

It's...strange...

When she was about to walk into the world in front of Leman Russ, Morgan was still thinking about this unprecedented problem. The superior thinking ability of the Primarch allowed her to continuously conceive and analyze at a speed faster than milliseconds. Focusing on his own problems, Morgan has considered and negated hundreds of conclusions one by one on this not-so-long road.

And when this short journey reached the end, Morgan thought that he had already thought of the answer.

My anger must have been brought about by a dangerous situation: just like a wild beast would become irritable when faced with an unsolvable crisis, when I saw Leman Russ fall, I realized that there was no The hope of winning made the anger overwhelm the timidity and calmness in an instant, gaining the upper hand.

...Yes, it must be so.

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In her heart, Morgan used the strongest tone to convince herself.

Her anger was for herself, definitely not for these so-called blood relatives.

They are not that important.

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Leman Russ saw his blood relative holding the Dionysian Spear and walking in front of him. He supported his body strongly, and refused to show even the slightest weakness.

Looking at the Dionysus Spear that Morgan stood on the ground, the Wolf King didn't speak immediately, he just stared at the weapon, and after a long time, he asked Morgan in a low tone.

"You can save them, you can save more people, not...a weapon."

"You made a cold-blooded choice, Morgan."

[But it's also a correct choice, isn't it? 】

Morgan asked indifferently.

Leman Russ did not answer, he just lowered his head and acknowledged the words of his blood relatives in a silent manner.

He stared at the weapon, the most powerful in his hands, but also the God's Blade that he hated the most, and muttered to himself.

"I hate it, Morgan, I hated it from the beginning."

"I've tried to throw it away, I've tried many times, but it always comes back to me, no matter what, it's a collection of certain things that I can't escape."

"How can it be possible, I even want to use it to exchange for my warrior, even if I can only exchange for one..."

"But I can't do that."

"I know……"

"..."

He was silent again for a long time.

"You're right, Morgan."

"You are right."

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The two exchanged a few more words about the attack and the alien emperor.

Soon, the conversation was over, and Leman Russ stood up. He shook off the black blood who was trying to support him: When the Wolf King Fenris got up, all eyes were on him body.

Loneliness and loss had disappeared from his face. Leman Russ walked in front of Astartes and mortals. His godlike face was now full of majesty and confidence that made people feel convincing.

He stood and straightened his majestic body, as if hundreds of broken bones and internal injuries did not exist. With the most hearty voice, he loudly affirmed and encouraged everyone in front of him, Every Astartes and mortal, until an emotion called hope and pride reappeared in their faces, until the cheers and cries drove out the low mists that lingered in the square.

Until the wolves reappear.

At this moment, he turned around, revealing his pain and depression in the shadows that only Morgan and Black Blood could see.

He walked over to Morgan's side, smiling as best he could.

"You've done a great job, my blood, and you're a trusted warrior."

"From now on, I think we are comrades-in-arms. I also have your seat in the fortress of Fenris. I welcome you there anytime to enjoy the snow and secret wine of Fenris: ordinary people can enjoy different Come them."

Morgan urged himself, giving him a decent smile to match.

[Every one of our blood relatives has a position there? 】

The wolf king shook his head.

"Some people don't want this seat. They have too many treasures, and they don't like mine."

"You are No.16, Morgan, of our twenty blood relatives, only four of us are still floating among the stars besides you, only the Eighth, No.12, No.19 and No.20 legions, their original There is no news yet."

Having said that, Leman Russ smiled and licked his fangs, just like a real wolf.

"You are No. 16... This is a very interesting number. For a long time, it only belonged to the wolf god, our great Horus."

"He doesn't like his things being taken away, but you should hit it off very well. Generally speaking, Horus is very good."

"... Well, Morgan, my blood relatives, I think I've taken up enough of your time, now, you should go and see your heirs, those lucky ones, they were the first to meet theirs Primarch, your entire Legion will be jealous of them."

Morgan blinked, and she glanced at her heirs: they were looking at her eagerly.

Maybe she should go, but the confusion and irritability in her mind told her that now was not the time, she was tired of more mistakes, and she didn't want to make mistakes in front of her personal belongings: even if the probability was so small.

【They are fighters, Leman Russ, not little guys who need my care. 】

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The wolf king laughed.

"No, no, no."

"Sometimes, soldiers are no different from children. They need words, they need goals, and they need a character that they can follow unconditionally, so that they can simply release their nature without thinking about any complicated or painful topics. In the process, I learned more quietly."

"These are your responsibilities, Morgan."

【……responsibility? 】

Morgan frowned, and Ruth's eyes became a little deep at this moment, and he looked at his blood relatives again with an exploring attitude.

"Of course, responsibility."

"They fight for you, so of course you need to vote in return."

"Let's put it this way, Morgan, in your heart, what is your heir equivalent to?"

Morgan hesitated.

She wanted to think, but too much thinking and confusion just now prevented her from completely getting out of the battle, and her eyes became a little wandering. Finally, she accidentally saw Ruth's hand, which was clenched Holding the broken battle axe.

At that moment, she felt as if she had found the answer: a most precious weapon that was reluctantly discarded, which seemed to be the right answer.

[Like your tomahawk, Russ. 】

The wolf king blinked, lowered his head, and looked at his tomahawk.

The weapon, the weapon he forged himself when he was a happy prince in Fenris, the weapon that has followed him through countless wars and crises, and has always followed him faithfully. Jiu is also the most convenient weapon, his partner, his comrade-in-arms, his second soul in a sense.

He was sentimental about its [broken].

Now, is it the same for his blood relatives?

Think of your legion as your most important partner and comrade-in-arms, and feel sad for its [broken]?
The wolf king looked at his blood relatives again.

His gaze softened.

In Morgan's heart, is her heir so important?Even like him, feeling sad for the [broken] in front of him?
Leman Russ laughed.

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"I've met a full fifteen of our blood relatives, Morgan."

"But I can believe, I can even guarantee that among all people, you are also the most merciful group to your offspring, even compared to Divulcan and Sanguinius, I believe you will not Too bad."

"You will be a good Primarch, and your Legion has the good fortune to have a Genemother like you."

【……certainly. 】

(End of this chapter)