Emperor's Bane

Chapter 171 As long as Morgan launches an attack...

When the Lord of Humanity personally told his favorite heir: Horus on his [Royal Illusion], when the latter had an unexpected sister, he made a plan to let Horus came to guide and educate the newly returned Primarch.

Jonson was not suitable for the job, and most of the other children of the Lord of Men did not have the corresponding experience and patience: Fulgrim may be happy to guide a blood relative, but his performance does not make people thoroughly. Rest assured; Sanguinius may be more trustworthy and dependable than most of his brothers, but his attitude to the Lord of Men is far from intimate.

And the other Primarchs: they do have the ability to do their best, but they also have a greater chance of screwing things up.

As for bringing Morgan by his side, like Horus, Magnus or Vulcan, he taught him himself; or like Leman Russ, Ferrus and Mortarion. Goodwill and establishing bonds: It is not that the Lord of Humanity does not have such abilities, but he has no more mood and leisure to repeat these tender tricks on Morgan and those heirs who have not yet returned.

Whether it's Morgan now, or the Primarchs belonging to the Eighth, No.12 and No.19 legions after Morgan, they are destined not to get a more tender father-son recognition: they didn't catch up with a good time, human beings The remaining softness in the Lord's heart has been exhausted by the increasingly heavy war and trivial matters.

In the more than 70 Terra standard years before Morgan's return, except for Alpharius who is still in a hidden state, the Lord of Humanity has welcomed his fifteen children back in the open, and he tried his best to To maintain an intimacy with each returning heir:

He accompanied Horus for 30 years, he left Leman Russ with a witty contest and the spear of Dionysus, he bestowed the honor of Fulgrim's sky eagle, and he and Magnus He has been in love with Dorne for a long time, and his respect for Dorne can be seen with the naked eye. He brought Vulcan with him to guide him. He competed with Ferrus to level several mountains. Guilliman, he tolerated the mutation and offense of Sanguinius, he ignored Jaghatai's dissatisfaction with the tyrant, he entrusted the most important war to Jonson, he ignored the news about Mengele Strange rumors, he personally accompanied the resentful Mortarion to choose weapons, and he even endured the misunderstanding of being regarded as a god, and watched the god worship parade for him on Lorgar's home planet for a whole month.

During this long period of time, he has indeed released his kindness to the greatest extent possible, even if they sometimes do not get very positive feedback: Sanguinius, Jaghatai, and the nagging Mota Ryan, they always have reasons for dissatisfaction, which also made him feel tired and tired of this kind of tender stage play day after day.

Especially after the incident with Menger and his legion, it was like the last tender straw that completely broke a certain thread of patience in the emperor's heart...

……

and many more.

Did he forget something?
...Forget it, that shouldn't matter.

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All in all, with most of the Primarch returning and the Great Crusade on the right track, the Emperor really no longer needs to establish more fetters with his new sons: let alone those who have not yet returned, It is true that there is no special person like Clover that needs his special care.

Under such circumstances, the Emperor would involuntarily turn his gaze to Horus.

Horus will always reassure the Lord of Humanity: The Wolf God may not be the best, but he will never let things go down, as long as he retains this precious quality, He is enough for the Lord of Man to entrust anything.

Horus was not the best choice for many things, but he was a universal and infallible choice: in the Emperor's mind, this is what his best son should be.

What's more, Horus has proved his success in leading his blood relatives: Fulgrim, Sanguinius, and Jaghatai all followed in the footsteps of the wolf god, and only slowly understood the human race. empire.

Presumably, there will be no extra mistakes in Morgan: she is much better than the Sanguinius who just returned.

As for Jonson's attitude: in the Emperor's understanding, he, the son of Caliban, is a calm and eccentric knight who prefers to stay alone in his castle, surrounded by bowing knights It is already a kind of torture for such a heir who likes to be alone to stand side by side with his blood relatives for so long, presumably Zhuang Sen is also missing those cold days.

Everyone has their own preferences and responsibilities, and even the emperor does not want to forcefully violate this point. Of course, Horus, who is keen to make new friendships, is more suitable for the responsibility of accompanying new blood relatives than the quiet Johnson: As for him The little selfishness in the heart of my favorite wolf god.

Let him go.

It's just human nature to fight for power and profit. Since the lord of mankind is not attached to the so-called throne and power, how bad can Horus's little ambition and greed be?

As long as the Lord of Mankind has settled his long list of tasks, he will easily mediate these problems: including between his wolf god and his hand-printer, there are already some signs of conflict, the emperor is nothing A mortal king who is keen on fighting among his subordinates, he sincerely hopes that his last old friend will get the praise and respect he deserves, but he really doesn't have time now.

Just bear with it.

Let go first.

When he's done with all this, he'll have to deal with these things.

Just wait until he's done with that...

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Horus found out on the [Royal Fantasy] that he has a sister: and they met each other.

And he got another order on "Spirit of Vengeance": he will be responsible for the education of his blood sisters, just like he guided Fulgrim, Sanguinius and Jaghatai before.

Frankly speaking, God Shepherd's heart is not calm now, it can even be said to be in a state of turbulence.

When Horus found out that the [Soul Drinker] was really his blood relative as Jaghatai said, his first reaction was to recall as fully as possible that he and Morgan were in Drew. He didn't really feel relieved when he got along with En Galaxy until he confirmed that he hadn't shown any bad side at all.

But even so, he still had some consternation about Morgan's identity.

Even if he cut off the hill-like head with his own hands in the battle with Ran Dan, this kind of astonishment has not completely disappeared from the depths of his heart: but compared to the king of Barbarus, Horus's performance But it was much better. Mortarion had been muttering alone there for a long time, his mouth full of dissatisfaction and complaints about the second blood relative of the wizard.

The Lord of Death's attitude towards his new blood relatives can even be called contempt, but that's all. Whenever he sees the corpses of those Ran Dan soldiers who left deep scars on his legion, he will Thinking of the illustrious achievements of the [Soul Drinker] that was circulated on the front lines of the war: every time he thought of this, the vicious accusations in his mouth would suddenly lose the motivation and support to continue.

The Primarch of the Death Guard has never bothered to deny the achievements of his own blood relatives: he is not willing to pay any attention to such so-called credit, and he is not willing to become a self-defeating liar like some tyrant.

But it only made him feel worse.

A wizard, a blasphemous psychic master: even his blood relatives, who have made his undeniable achievements: Whenever he thinks of this, Mortarion can't help waving his scythe violently, seeing All the abnormal shapes can be called broken pieces.

It is all because of these alien scum, these weak things, which are not worth mentioning at all, that's why the so-called [Soul Drinker] has become a legend in the mouths of those fools.

And his brothers: Zhuang Sen, and that Mengele, they are too weak, they don't have the tenacious will that has been beaten by suffering at all, and even such an opponent has to be dragged for such a long time, and even defeated Death caused a mere wizard to become a so-called hero among the people.

If he had known earlier, he would not have left the front line against Ran Dan: he would definitely be able to take his heirs to clean up these alien scum, resolve the battle in the shortest time, show the world the power from Babarus, and show the world the science With the power of reason, instead of letting a wizard out there gloat.

He should have done it... if he couldn't stand the Caliban...

The poison lingering around Mortarion became more and more arrogant because of his anger and self-isolation. Now, only his closest heir can stand by his side and continue the massacre with his genetic father.

When Horus led his Council of Four Kings to successfully rob and snatch the largest Randan warship, bathed in the cheers and celebrations of all, the Death Guard, together with their genetic father, took the entire The alien fleet killed a cross: but compared to the splendor of the Luna Wolves, the sons of Barbarus were much clumsier, and their casualties were not so pretty, and when Mortarion returned to his When the brother was around, even the mortal auxiliary cheered involuntarily dropped a few syllables.

Mortarian didn't care, but the poison gas haunting him became even more rampant and serious, even making a character like Abaddon have to turn his face away.

But Horus didn't care, he stepped forward, hugged his brother in front of everyone, and then pressed his ear, telling an idea from the wolf god.

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Immediately after the massacre of Ran Dan's fleet ended, the two Primarchs had already carried the transport plane and arrived on the [Indomitable Truth] of the First Legion.

It was a quiet journey, and Mortarion was carrying a box, his thin and gloomy face was now even more gloomy, as if Barbarus had been bombed.

And Horus was sitting aside, thinking about something quietly, his expression changed back and forth between frowning, thoughtful, and a sly smile.

If the Wolf God, who had just learned about Morgan's identity, was in a state of astonishment, then the current Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf had completely calmed down during the battle, and instinctively thought A question arose that he was very concerned about.

Morgan.

his sister.

Lord of the Second Legion.

It is also appointed by the emperor, and he can reasonably bring people by his side for a period of time in the future.

A seemingly capable, but with little arrogance attached to independence, and a...primarch in command of a Legion that had already been closely aligned with his Luna Wolves.

……

The return of a blood relative naturally made Horus feel instinctively happy, but...

Can he... find something in his favor among these identities.

Horus couldn't help but start thinking.

The moment Horus learned of Morgan's identity, Horus actually had a kind of panic: the fleet belonging to him, the main force of the Second Legion of his 【Power】, those elite Terra veterans who possessed many mysterious weapons , maybe it will not be his power from now on, but will be close to those already powerful dark angels: this even makes Horus feel some new pressure, some pressure about invisible competition.

However, when the emperor's new orders came one after another, a thought arose in Horus's heart along with this order: his brother Johnson had never been a master of dealing with people, so blood sisters were more Being close to himself was not a big problem for Horus.

Then, if it succeeds, wouldn't it be his [Power] whether it's the Second Legion or their powerful Primarch?

After all, the Shadow Moon Wolf has been fighting side by side with Morgan's heirs for decades, and the two sides have long had a bond. Since Morgan will learn by his side, let this legion's bond affect the Primarch's friendship, It is very simple to make her your best friend.

Just a moment ago, the Wolf Shepherd, who was worried about the influence of the Primarch on the Legion, would damage his own power, could not help but feel grateful that the connection between the Primarch and the Legion gave him the best way to win over Morgan.

It's a pity that Marshall's part of the Second Legion's fleet has already been summoned by the Emperor, otherwise, he could immediately start certain layouts and plans: since Druen left, Horus has actually collected information about Morgan intelligence and information.

The more you collect, the more amazing you are.

This made him even a little envious of his brother Zhuang Sen, who had such an excellent assistant, a [Printprinter].

Even Horus would not deny the ability of the Handprinter.

But now, it seems that this palm-printer is not exclusive to Zhuang Sen: Whether it is Morgan, who has already demonstrated his ability, or her valuable Second Legion, accompanied by an order from the emperor, for For Horus at this time, they no longer seemed out of reach, and it could even be said that they were within reach.

Horus turned his head, he saw his blurred face reflected against the smooth wall, he smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Whether it is Sanguinius, Jaghatai, or Mortarion, the Wolf God never thinks that he has too many friends.

And although he didn't learn more in his nominal hometown of Cthonia, he still understood some truths:

What can be won, naturally must be firmly held in one's own hands.

A palm-printer belonging to Horus, a new best friend, a new supporter, a strong arm, a blood relative who he can trust, summon, and use his strength when necessary.

Sounds great, doesn't it.

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When Morgan learned of Horus and Mortarion's visit, she had already left her lounge, and had even recovered her Primarch's body.

At this moment, the master of the second legion is staying in the room belonging to the master of the first legion, sitting on the seat that belongs to the master of the first legion, surrounded by those who are trusted by the master of the first legion officer.

Coswayne, Arachos, and Astlan, these most powerful Astartes warriors bowed their heads in front of the stalwart and power of the Primarch, reported their work, listened to orders, and It was as if they were confronting their genetic father himself.

After all, the time for laziness and enjoyment is extremely short. After Morgan regained her strength a little, she also had to step out of her own small world and manage the operation and restoration of the Dark Angels Legion.

Morgan's heirs stood on one side of the room, somewhat surprised by the scene in front of them: their genetic mother was sitting in the center of the First Legion, dispatching all the Dark Angels at will, as if she was the Legion The hostess is average.

On the contrary, the Dark Angels were used to this, and when the descendants of Jonson who came in saw Morgan's tall body, they sighed in comfort.

During the more than ten years of war with Ran Dan in the past, Morgan's figure quietly walked from the edge of the Queen of Glory's battleship to the core of the First Legion. , this [Soul Drinker] lady will temporarily take over the responsibility of the legion master, reviewing various questions and reports, which is already a common occurrence among the dark angels.

Although she still does not have the right to intervene in those religious orders with a long history, there is no problem for her in the daily operation of the legion and the simple dispatch of military units. After the wave of silence spread, her temporary governance became smoother.

For the arrogant Dark Angels, listening to the words of a mortal is a completely different feeling and thing than listening to the orders of a Primarch: at least, for some old antiques with a grudge, it will make their instincts I feel much better.

The [Soul Drinker], the one who made their unimaginable contributions and achievements in the war, the one who could stand beside their genetic father, the one who even rescued them from desperate situations time and time again The so-called "mortal" who came back was actually a Primarch, a figure who was supposed to be stronger than them.

Thinking about it this way made me feel much more comfortable.

Officers from various companies and knight orders came and went, shoulder to shoulder, reporting their respective content. Although they did not have more respect for Morgan, they still maintained a very respectful attitude, which even made the real Morgan beside him The sons pursed their lips, and for a moment, they felt as if they were a group of visitors.

But this strange atmosphere disappeared without a trace with the visit of the two Primarchs: Hector and others were sent to the door by Morgan, and the Dark Angels were also driven to other places.

"grown ups……"

Coswayne wanted to say something more, but Morgan just waved his hand.

【You should be by your genetic father's side, shouldn't you, Akao? 】

Coswayne was silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully and took his leave.

When the most trusted heir of Jonson had just disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the figures of Horus and Mortarion had already appeared in Morgan's field of vision.

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"Morgan! My sister!"

"I know this is late, but: welcome back!"

Horus remembered meeting his first brother: that brother was none other than the Wolf King of Fenris, leading a host of filthy barbarians with him for the first time in a shining temple in the air. Meet, get acquainted, shake hands.

He still remembered that Leman Russ called him [Boss] at that time, which was really a title full of Fenris style.

To be honest, Horus didn't really welcome his brother back then, he didn't get used to the dilemma of sharing his father-son relationship with the Emperor, and what's more, he actually made some...not-so-beautiful suggestions .

But Horus didn't want to go further to recall those things, those are already in the past tense, and now the wolf god is a friend of every blood relative of him: for some of them, he is even a close friend.

As for the one in front of him, there will be no more exceptions.

In Horus' eyes, his sister seemed prissy: she was a little too short for a Primarch, not even a sufficient height gap compared to the Astartes warriors.

But these are not problems.

Horus wanted to embrace, but when he came to Morgan, he found that his sister was not willing to do the same: she stood there somewhat silent, seemingly obsessed with the activities of the first meeting.

She seemed never to have experienced such passion between blood kin: it was a matter of course, and how could the lion of Caliban know such things.

Horus smiled. He didn't feel any embarrassment at all. Instead, he followed the trend and changed from a hug to a handshake in the smoothest gesture.

"Unfortunately, we didn't really know each other until this time, but I will do my best to make up for the missing: Morgan, my sister, I formally introduce myself again, I am Horus-Lupekar, from Cthuni Lupekar of Asia, Primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion, was once Commander of your Legion."

[Morgan, I'm Morgan. 】

Her voice sounded a little slight, maybe it was because of the change of identity that she was still a little instinctively uncomfortable. Compared with the calm and eloquent talk above Druen, the current Morgan seemed a little too cautious.

【Have you ever commanded my legion? 】

"It was fighting side by side, Morgan, that was a period of time that I am proud of, and, from now on, I will also be with you, fighting side by side in the galaxy, for our father, and the empire we built together."

Mortarion's faint humming came from his ear.

【Fight alongside?Like me and Jonson in the randan war? 】

"Yes, I will teach you everything about the empire, including all the deep knowledge that only we can know. I know that before this, you and Johnson devoted themselves to this war and missed the opportunity to get these teachings."

[Is this the emperor's will? 】

"You should call me father."

【what……】

Finally, Morgan laughed.

[The exchange of identities is not a simple matter, Horus, I think it will take some time for me to get used to it. 】

The Shepherd God laughed, it was an incomparably open-minded laughter.

"It's all right, my sister."

"For my blood relatives, I will only have endless patience."

As he said that, Horus stretched out his palm, and Morgan also stretched out his hand: Her hand was much smaller than Horus's, and looked very cold, as if a small piece of ice fell In the boiling sea.

She still wasn't used to being a blood relative, Horus thought.

Evidently, Jonson never thought of having more bonds with his own blood relatives, he was content with a distant mutual appreciation, like an arrogant knight content with the sharpest swords hanging on the wall of his castle, Instead of holding them in your hand all the time.

Jonson was an unquestionable fool in this respect: but what did it matter, it was only a good thing for the Wolf God.

Horus smiled, and he didn't stop shaking hands immediately, but continued to ask some questions he had prepared a long time ago: These questions are the most sincere, Horus really cares about the situation of his blood relatives, that kind of The love from the heart made him do this, but the Shepherd God has become accustomed to mixing some more realistic things with his sincere emotions.

The God of the Wolf Shepherd could feel that, with his words and smile, the stiff ice cube slowly melted in his palm, turning into a torrent of equally warm flowing water.

This made his smile more sincere.

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Horus' words didn't stay on him all the time, he quickly shifted the topic to Mortarion beside him.

"I found some items for you on my [Spirit of Vengeance] that can nourish the soul, my sister, I heard that you consumed too much in the previous war, I don't know if Zhuang Sen has prepared for you Same stuff, but I brought them anyway."

"Mortarion is determined to keep them safe until they are in your hands. Don't be misled by his face, Morgan, our brothers once praised your achievements..."

"I never said that! Horus! I will never admire any wizard and psychic scum!"

Mortarion, he didn't have any more words or greetings, he just rushed all the way in front of Morgan like a wild bull, he almost threw the box on the ground: but luckily he didn't do that, he just used a way that can be called With an indifferent attitude, he stuffed the box into Morgan's hands.

"Don't lie for me, Horus!"

He yelled harshly, then moved his gaze, reluctantly glanced at his blood relatives.

The Lord of Death looked down at his wizard blood relatives, his lips wrapped in a breathing mask squirmed, as if he wanted to say something to meet him, but finally disappeared in the poisonous mist of Barbarus .

Horus' face froze for a moment, before recovering before anyone could sense it.

"Mortarion is just a little..."

"Enough, Horus!"

The Lord of Death waved his hand, interrupting his brother's last attempt to repair the relationship between him and Morgan. He looked at Morgan, with a very serious and serious expression, restraining his anger and arrogance as much as possible: This is his affirmation and acknowledgment of Morgan's undoubted record, and he will not hide it.

"You did some things in the war, some things I don't want to deny, but that's not something to brag about. You just did what any soldier of the empire should do. Don't be complacent."

"I'll watch you, Morgan, I'll watch your witchcraft."

"You better hope you don't make the same mistakes as those wizards, or..."

"Don't expect me to show mercy."

He told all this with a soft but cold prophecy, and then, he glanced at his blood relatives again, turned his body around and left without hesitation.

Holding a box full of psychic gifts for psykers has already brought Mortarion's anger to the extreme, and if it wasn't Horus' request, he would have exploded long ago.

Morgan blinked, watching Mortarion's figure disappear at the end of her field of vision, she was neither angry nor any other useless emotion: Morgan didn't really feel much about the Lord of Death.

His soul is not something worth caring about to her.

The rotten atmosphere above has gradually lingered, and Morgan will not be so stupid as to seek that kind of food.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she let her gaze quickly pass over those servants of Horus.

Se James had been looking at her, and when he noticed Morgan's gaze, he smiled and saluted, neither too respectful nor too playful, maintaining the same indifference as before.

Abaddon's eyes briefly met Morgan's, and he seemed to be thinking of something instinctively at that moment, but the next moment, his eyes were once again babbling.

Well... Abaddon is still Abaddon.

Such Abaddon is actually quite good.

The rest of the Shadow Moon Wolves didn't even notice Morgan's line of sight, but...

Ok?
The Spider Queen's vision stopped for a second on an ordinary Shadow Moon Wolf.

He seemed an uncharacteristically ordinary-looking figure, not even memorable, but when he caught Morgan's gaze, he just looked up, tilted his head, and smiled the same way.

Hydra never dies...

She seemed to hear some sort of murmur.

"Morgan."

Horus' words interrupted the Spider Queen's continued observation.

"Forgive our brother."

The Wolf God sighed, two breaths were active in his heart at the same time: the failure to reconcile the relationship between Mortarion and Morgan, and the joy of being able to take the opportunity to further highlight his image.

They are not contradictory.

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The conversation between the Wolf God and the Spider Queen continued for a while, and this conversation ended when it involved a galaxy not too far away from them.

"Before officially attacking the Turks, Ran Dan's fleet seemed to have stayed in that galaxy for an abnormally long period of time. There are obviously some problems, some problems that are worthy of our exploration."

"You and I, and my legion, will be the advance troops, and our father will be there soon, without further ado, I think we can start now."

Morgan listened to Horus' words, ate Horus' gift, and recalled the galaxy Horus mentioned in her mind.

She thought about it.

Thinking about what could exist in that galaxy, thinking about Horus, thinking about Jonson.

She didn't think about it for long.

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Johnson opened his eyes.

Then jumped up.

"How's the war going..."

Anxious inquiries ran rampant in the mouth of Caliban's King of Knights, but as he got up and patrolled, his questions quickly disappeared into thin air.

He found himself in a ward surrounded by the dark angels of the highest order: no smoke and dust of war on their armor.

In an instant, Zhuang Sen wanted to understand the current situation.

"... Ran Dan was defeated?"

He rubbed the corner of his brow.

Coswayne took a step forward.

"The Emperor led an army that included the Custodian, the Luna Wolves, the Death Guard, and the Mechanicus, and has killed Randan's ruler..."

The situation of the battle was absorbed by Jon Sen in the shortest possible way, he nodded, and then asked about the situation of the legion.

Several knight commanders looked at each other, and then reported one by one in a low voice.

The more he listened, the more Jonson frowned.

It was so messy, how did Morgan...

and many more.

"Where's Morgan?"

The lion king belatedly looked around him, but didn't see his blood relatives.

"Where's Morgan?"

"Um……"

Coswayne was stuck, but the Primarch of the First Order didn't particularly care about the answer, he just waved his hand.

"No matter where she is, call her, I need her help and assistance."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Sen continued to rub the corners of his brows. The pain of defeat was bothering him, and the chaos of the legion made this trouble a little heavier.

He needs Morgan's strength.

As long as Morgan comes, as long as Morgan handles these things with him, as long as Morgan can initiate...

"My lord."

Finally, Coswayne spoke. This passage was really difficult, and it needed to be completed with several dark angels around him.

"Master Morgan..."

"Morgan she..."

"Morgan is not on the [Indomitable Truth]... Lord Horus took her away."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Coswayne touched his neck, it was hot.

Jonson picked up his helmet.

trembling hands.

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"Coswayne."

"Asterland."

"Arajos."

"You stay."

"Others, get out!"

(End of this chapter)