Emperor's Bane

Chapter 183 Father and Daughter and Mind

There are more legends, rumors and inferences about how the Lord of the Second Legion, the Queen of Dawn, met her Gene Father for the first time, than the world that surrendered to the Human Empire.

Many years later, after expeditions, rebellions, and countless wars have ravaged the human kingdom, there will still be some legends—most of them have already been as ridiculous and exaggerated as the emperor's fantasy, They will tell everything about today in quite detail, and they are convincing, as if they have witnessed it with their own eyes.

In the whispers of those warriors and judges who are still loyal to the Golden Throne, in the talks of those rebels and fallen who have separated one side in the star sea, and in the epitaphs of those alien civilizations that spread across most of the galaxy, that is enough The name that makes Holy Terra, Eye of Terror, and Comoros groan in nightmares at the same time...

Morgan.

Supreme tyrant of the Second Legion and the Realm of Reason, most fearful of the many offspring of the Lord of Terra, the purest and dirtiest agent of the many ideals of man: on this day she met her Gene-Father .

This was their first meeting, and among the few conversations they had, it was the most peaceful one.

In the future, even the most beloved and cherished sons of Morgan will swear by a lie: their genetic mother is the same as any of the emperor's heirs, and she is with her father under a starry sky: When the Lord of Humanity met her, she was walking in a desolate but magnificent wilderness, her iron boots trampling on the ashes and dust that had been silent for tens of millions of years, but her armor or robe would not be stained.

She walked through the wilderness, climbed up the steep cliffs and mountains, on the highest mountain in the world, and then slowly knelt down to her genetic father, and above her head was the most dazzling sun, With the brightest galaxy.

False truths are spreading in everyone's mouths and hearts, just like that, the real reality, which only three people know, the true appearance of this piece of history, has long been irrelevant.

No one knows, and no one cares—and no one will link this truth with the next series of events and problems, but in many cases, the truth itself is the meaning.

And the truth stored in Morgan's mind is:
When she faced the Emperor with her naked eyes for the first time: there was actually no sun, no galaxy, and no naturally formed light.

Only darkness.

Only silence.

Only in the darkness and silence, the coldest light.

She met her father in the underground palace of an unnamed world. The name and location of that world would become a taboo of the human empire the moment the meeting ended. When she faced the lord of mankind, her side With no flicker of light, nor guards to express her strength and deeds, she stood alone in the shadows, and only her pale beauty, illuminated by the cold light of the Emperor, was clearly revealed. In the eyes of the Lord of Humanity.

Her blue pupils shone brightly in the emperor's light, shining with neither sadness nor joy, but otherwise, she was just a peaceful person standing in the shadows, with her hands down, All the strength and will were concentrated in the gaze of his gene father, and he restored his original appearance.

A man of tranquillity, a contemplative who substitutes his heart and will for all action: nothing more.

In the huge underground kingdom where fanaticism, blind obedience, and cheers once broke out, under the blood-stained high platform that symbolized authority, madness, and domination, the figures of father and daughter were shrouded in silent darkness. What illuminates them is only a light that is colder than rocks.

Morgan squinted her eyes, whether it was her pupils or her will, she was maintaining a cautious observation: In her view, the Emperor was like a round of sun at noon, emitting an unbearable ecstasy all the time. The light, she keenly sensed that there might be something under the light, but she couldn't see it.

But on the other hand, in the deepest part of her heart, in the room called [Instinct] formed by the nature and wisdom of beasts, there is a kind of gratitude: Instinct told her that she should not spy on the place of light. down everything.

But now is not the time to care about these unimportant things: Morgan has suppressed all doubts and quarrels in her heart, and every strand of her mind and every breath is now being completely controlled by her will.

She was silent, standing silently in the light and shadow brought by the Lord of Humanity, waiting for his first question.

She waited, she waited for the first words spoken to her by the silent tyrant, the terrible master, the eternal king who brought her into the world with cold heart and painful slavery: She knows , That means his attitude and thoughts, means how exactly he wants to use and flog her.

And she has no choice.

At least, right now, there is no other way.

Thinking back to the golden giant sword that was still deep in her soul until today, all Morgan could do was to lower his head even more.

Not a word.

Until, she heard the voice from her genetic father, the Lord of Humanity.

It was not just a word, or it was not just a word: it was a strange fusion of words, thoughts, will and even light, a soft voice echoing in the depths of Morgan's heart, a kind that made her Subconsciously let go of vigilance and indifference, the most terrifying gentle blade.

He just raised his hand and let his words echo in Morgan's mind.

The terrifying figure, showing off his delicate manipulation of Morgan, let his first words fall silently.

[Morgan. 】

[My daughter. 】

He opened his mouth, and spoke simultaneously in the rock wall of reality and the ocean of soul, his voice was actually warmer than his icy light, and contained countless emotions that Morgan could understand and couldn't understand.

It was a kind of warmth, a kind of warmth that induced Morgan to gradually raise her head and look at her genetic father secretly.

In this voice, she even heard a heartbeat: the heartbeat that is no different from ordinary people.

And in this heartbeat, he slowly introduced himself.

[I am the emperor. 】

[I am your father. 】

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the warm words also brought a trace of cold reason.

【It's also your... creator. 】

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Morgan didn't continue to raise her head, her beautiful silver hair seemed to be lowered again with the final announcement.

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In the true shadows where no one cares, the Handprinter hides his face under a hood.

When the cold words "Founder" reached his ears, Malcador didn't even bother to raise his head: he just rubbed the corners of his brows and sighed softly.

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The lord of mankind heard the sigh, but he didn't pay attention to it. At this moment, his eyes, will and thoughts were all focused on his only daughter.

It was a novel experience, a completely different experience from when he met his sons.

In the beginning, the Emperor even struggled a bit: he instinctively wanted to show the gentleness and affection of being a genetic father, because it turned out that most of his children did need such a light.

But when his gentle self-introduction had just landed, looking at the eyes slowly protruding towards him, the Lord of Humanity thought again: His daughter is different, she knows more from the beginning of her life, knows him When fighting against the evil gods in the subspace, the terrifying appearance will be revealed.

Not even the Emperor expected Morgan to be grateful for the golden sword.

In this case, soft words seem to be inferior to rational speech.

So, just like that, the ethereal but cold and realistic "creator" floated out from the mouth of the Lord of Humanity, knocking down Morgan's slowly raised gaze.

This made the emperor feel a little regretful again, and he even began to miss his sons: they were straightforward and reckless, and they would clearly express their thoughts and inner desires, showing the aggression and self-confidence of the demigods in the world.

Even if it was Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan, although their questions were sharp, they were also dignified and upright words, allowing the Lord of Humanity to answer calmly, but at this moment, Morgan's silence made him feel a little embarrassed.

Considering that Morgan was originally positioned as the silent mediator in the Primarch, and her life these years was not destined to be so smooth, the Emperor could understand her silence and caution, but this did not mean that he had Enough thought and patience to solve this problem.

In less than a moment, thousands of thoughts crossed the Emperor's mind, and the aspect of how to choose the tone alone seems to be enough to form a thesis:
What his daughter needs is the warmth from blood relatives?There is also a guarantee with rationality and a sense of security?Or, she just wanted a platform to confide in, to slowly pour out the struggle and bitterness of these years?
Should he be a pure father?Or a guard who brings security?Or in other words, coldness and orders are the most efficient way to get along?Maybe she has learned to respect power and power during this long time?
The Emperor is a little apprehensive: that's all.

At this time, in the almost frozen heart of the Lord of Humanity, there was no more caution and caution: on the contrary, the Emperor stood in the darkness far away from the surface with an almost relaxed attitude, The confusion wandering in his heart was even more than worry.

The emperor felt relaxed: it was a bitter state of mind that was almost self-defeating, it was the climber who fell to the ground, when faced with an environment that couldn't go any further, the self-comfort spontaneously from the heart made him feel alive forever. In the endless things and challenges, I found a chance to relax.

After all, the Lord of Men had pronounced the death sentence for his only daughter in his own heart when the Second Primarch and all her kin were thrown into a storm by the most foolish behavior in the galaxy.

The Emperor didn't discriminate against Morgan, let alone hate her, and after he was done with most of the projects involving all Primarchs, he did gather the brightest minds under his command to try to solve the doom and curse on Morgan.

It should be said that he did try hard and found a solution: Although after he took the first step, Morgan was exiled into the void: there was no mercy, and there were no protective measures, only for the so-called free Most stupid declaration ever.

From that moment on, in the mind of the Lord of Men: Morgan was dead.

For a moment the Emperor even forgot that he had a daughter, just as he almost forgot about the Second Legion.

Until a lion of Caliban broke into his palace, reporting a blood relative unlike any other.

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The Emperor had thought that he would see the twisted corpse of his daughter on an unnamed world, or that he would end the suffering of a Chaos-tainted son in a battle destined to wipe the record.

He thought about countless possibilities, and also thought about countless tragedies, and even thought about how he would feel a long-lost sadness for the loss of his son: but he almost never thought that this seemingly hopeless individual would actually Really struggling to survive, and stood in front of him.

Even, she looks normal, very normal, just a bit of a bad eating habit: think of Sanguinius's weird wings, compared to him, picky eaters, or overeating, are never a problem .

Thinking of this, when the Lord of Humanity really stood in front of Morgan, he only felt a kind of relief: Morgan at this moment was much better than he expected, so there was nothing to worry about.

After all, he once thought that his sons would only fight against him as minions of evil gods, but since the reality was not so bad, he would not care about what happened next.

How bad could it be?

With such thoughts in mind, the Lord of Humanity took a serious look at his daughter for the first time: He had sketched out Morgan's appearance from his son's mouth and various information countless times, and outlined a shrewd, greedy , silent, deadly helper and predator.

It doesn't sound too bad.

At this moment, a thought flashed through the mind of the Lord of Humanity, a thought that was not very polite: Most of his impressions of the children in front of him came from the daily reports of the Lord of Dark Angels, and Zhuang Sen’s The reports have always been indifferent and fair, without the slightest possibility of favoritism, and in his reports, there has never been any conflict with Morgan, only the silent tacit understanding between the two that is visible to the naked eye.

His lion is certainly believable, but the lord of men will not deceive himself, he knows how direct and difficult it is to get along with Jonson: since Morgan can even adapt to the rhythm of life and work of the Caliban, let her go with Cooperation with other legions is naturally the easiest thing.

As for Jonson...

For a moment, the lord of mankind really thought about it: Among his most powerful sharp blades, Horus did not say much, Ferrus has the full support of the Phoenician Phoenix, Guilliman's All his thoughts were on his pettiness towards the Five Hundred Worlds, only the King of Knights from Caliban seemed to really need a helper.

But would Jonson really see this as a favor... rather than an affront to his private domain?
After all, the main task of the Calibans from beginning to end is to hunt and kill the enemy of the empire in the endless darkness. It is already an excessive branch task for him to lead a blood relative for more than ten years : What's more, in Jonson's day-to-day reports, he doesn't seem to have a better bond with Morgan, and he doesn't have the foundation to fight side by side for a long time like Ferrus and Fulgrim.

He even deliberately avoided the words related to Morgan: In the report of the King of Knights in Caliban, all Morgan's information was only his great achievements in war and his loyalty in hidden temptations. Her opinion is always only silence and the most formulaic praise.

It was cold, the tacit understanding and affection between comrades in arms.

Unless he's being duplicity: that's unlikely, Jonson is a lot like him, so he's certainly not a duplicity.

That's a pity...

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Thousands of thoughts, thousands of emotions flashed in the heart of the Lord of Humanity, but it was just a moment that even the Primarch could not detect.

When the Emperor's will had slipped from his own thoughts, he began to think of the next topic: Since the first conversation was far from successful, let him soften it up as much as possible.

Where to start?
Make him think about how he met his kids before...

In the pupils of the Lord of Humanity, rays of light flickered. He spoke again, and his tone kept changing and changing before the words left his lips and teeth. Finally, he settled on something similar to a gratified father and a satisfied king. state in between.

[Morgan. 】

【my child. 】

He spoke again, and the meaning in his words couldn't be more obvious.

Finally, the Emperor's daughter did not continue to dodge, she raised her head, and stared at the too dazzling light with her blue pupils, which made her unable to fully open her eyes.

【Father. 】

She spoke softly, her voice was like a stream that had just melted in the dawn of spring.

The Emperor nodded, thinking about the first encounters with each of his sons, recalling the opening topics.

If he remembers correctly...

Mother Planet, seems like a good idea.

Whether it's Perturabo, or Sanguinius, or Jaghatai and Lorgar: most of his sons have a home planet that makes them proud and concerned.

Therefore, the emperor smiled, and he slightly put away the light around him, and in the dim environment, he took a step forward and continued the conversation.

[I originally thought that I would meet you on your home planet, my daughter, every one of your brothers met me on their home planet, they have either created their own outstanding career, or Came to my side too soon to fight. 】

[They are as heroic and fearless as I expected when I shaped them. 】

He said that there was the most instinctive pride, and at this moment, the emperor seemed to suddenly think of something, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pat his daughter.

[Of course, you are different from your brothers, and I will not be more demanding of you in this respect. 】

He smiled, but Morgan did not show the same smile. In her pupils, an unknown color flickered because of these words.

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in the shadows.

Malcador slowly raised his hand.

But when he heard the phrase "you are different", he covered his face.

sigh.

(End of this chapter)