Emperor's Bane

Chapter 185 Father and Daughter and Gifts
A gift is a good thing.

It can be a sum of money, or a treasure, a little kindness, a status or a victory: no one can accurately summarize all the types of gifts in the world, but everyone will have no doubts about one thing:
A real gift symbolizes the warmth, joy and beauty from the heart. It may not be expensive, but it contains a hot and heavy heart. It will melt the thick ice between each other, showing the love of language and love. Blessings and intentions that cannot be reflected in actions.

In essence, a gift is a gift, a gentle carrier that conveys information, emotion, and wishes.

Therefore, no one dislikes gifts: just as no one dislikes luck and victory, after all, no matter when and where, whether for saints or thieves, kings or peasants, receiving gifts always brings the best Essential joy.

Even the handprinter himself, who has survived for more than 6000 years, thinks so.

In fact, Malcador remembered very clearly: his friendship with the Lord of Humanity originated from a gift, or in other words, many gifts.

Of course, the mutual gifts between the Lord of Humanity and the Handprinter cannot be mortal things. What the Emperor gave to Malcador was the most precious thing that the Handprinter had obtained during his 6000-year life spanning the entire galaxy. , the most cherished thing.

That is a will.

a belief.

A freedom that allowed the Handprinter to once again walk the desolate Terra, breathing the air full of sulfur and rot.

A confidence that allows Macado's mind to truly come out of the millennium's chaos and self-deception, and look at this grotesque world with rational eyes.

Perhaps, the first encounter between the Handprinter and the Lord of Humans was not a good one, but in the end, the Emperor [released] him and [rescued] him, and he brought Malcador to the cold, cruel and beautiful reality The world, with almost childlike enthusiasm and innocence, gave Macadona the first gift from the emperor among the waving murals.

It was an almost crazy grand plan of dominance, it was the most aboveboard ambition and dream, it was enough to burn the galaxy, it was enough to ignite the stars, it was enough to shed a drop of tear, nourishing a person who had already stepped forward. Races and civilizations that entered the land of the dead.

It was a manifesto, an ambition, a volume of materials, a friendship...

It was a dream.

A big dream that made Malcador deeply trapped, and he was willing not to wake up again.

From that day on, the name of Malcador gradually dissipated, and the palm print began to walk in this vicious world.

As the Emperor's first true follower, he had seen him rise from solitude to master of the Custodians and the Imperium, to Lord of the Holy Terra, to a half-hearted father: to this day, he has Putting on the supreme laurel crown of the lord of mankind, he walked in the world.

Even after hundreds of years, even today, when Malcador sees the ordinary figure under the shining golden light, he will still think of that day, he will remember that the emperor has not put on the clothes he hates the most. The appearance of the armor and the crown: At that time, the emperor was a happy and enthusiastic figure. His words were simple but sincere, and he was smeared on the wall with a rough paintbrush, outlining his myriad of human civilizations. big picture.

At that time, the emperor was not yet the lord of mankind who was invincible in the real universe: but he still possessed enthusiasm, the most ardent sincerity and sincerity, and he could also reveal the most touching smile from the bottom of his heart .

If it's that emperor...

Then there will be no difficulty in this conversation at all.

Thinking of this, Malcador could only sigh secretly: As a participant in the entire process of the Primarch plan, as a person who has devoted himself to these human demigods, the printmaker knows from the bottom of his heart that the lethality of dealing with these emperor's children What will be the biggest weapon.

Not bullets.

Not psionic.

Not the world-destroying beams fired from the muzzles of battleships.

It was the slowest words, the most heartfelt encouragement, the most heartfelt confessions, and the softest pleas, poured out slowly from the mouths of the Emperor, the Lord of Men, and their Gene-Father.

When the emperor can sincerely reveal his inner thoughts, communicate and talk with a sincere tone, and tell the help and encouragement from his heart to the plight and achievements of the Primarch:
No Primarch could stand against such power even with the simplest of words.

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pity.

They have lost that Emperor.

No one is omnipotent, even the current lord of mankind. When the emperor puts on golden armor, picks up the great sword he hates most, and becomes the spokesperson of conquest and hegemony, he will naturally Lost the leeway of being a father.

He can only be silent and serious forever, eager for quick success and instant benefit forever, aloof and indifferent.

Over time, after countless rulings and ruthless wars, even Malcador himself doubted whether the Emperor had gradually forgotten some things in the past.

That passionate Neos who is like the sun among the crowd, that Babel lord who can be anyone's friend.

Is he still there?

Does he still remember the previous strength?

Does he still understand, does he still remember, how to establish a friendship in a short while?

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When Malcador stood at the junction of dim light and shadow, he looked at the face belonging to the lord of mankind, and looked at that somewhat stiff smile.

The handprinter sighed in his heart.

He doesn't know the answer to this question.

He could only... hope for that.

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Compared to his old friend who was full of worries in his heart, the Lord of Humanity looked more brisk, bright and confident.

Although Morgan's strange performance made the Emperor have to raise his light again, it was not enough to make him feel anxious: as the creator of all Primarchs, the Emperor knew the truth about each of his descendants, he Knowing Morgan's core clearly, he knew that this failed creation who was more likely to integrate into chaos and subspace than Magnus was different from her brothers in many ways.

Whatever Morgan actually saw, the Emperor wasn't surprised or questioned unduly: he didn't care.

After all, in general, there are only a few dark clouds over him, and no matter which one of his daughter is frightened, it will not make the Lord of Humans feel unplanned troubles: he knows Well, Morgan must have seen worse, her fright would only be an instinctive retreat, not a source of fear that would shake her mind and will.

Again, since Morgan is able to stand alive and kicking in front of the Lord of Humanity at this time: unless the power in the subspace personally takes action, nothing can completely knock down this man mentally. Selfish lady.

This is enough.

This shows: Morgan is a worry-free heir: the Lord of Humanity naturally doesn't need to worry more.

Now that Morgan has proved that she can take care of herself, there is no need to spend more time on her: the Emperor's energy is also limited.

The Lord of Humanity even felt a long-lost joy: the return of a heir at last symbolized a temporary ease of letting go and work, not more red tape.

Thinking of this, the action of the Lord of Humanity taking out the gift was a lot lighter: of course he remembered to bring the gift, and he was not so busy that he would forget such a trivial matter.

He prepared presents for his daughter.

three servings.

They were all carefully selected by him.

Although one of them had a small accident of a billion points.

As for another gift, there are still some unfinished parts...

As for the third one...

That should be considered a gift... right?

The brief hesitation and hesitation echoed in the heart of the Lord of Humanity, but when he raised his head and saw Malcador's anxious eyes, the Emperor still responded with a smile that made his old friend feel relieved .

After all, things couldn't get any worse.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Humanity took out the first gift from the crack in his body.

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At this moment, both Morgan and the handprinter couldn't help but cast their gazes to the Emperor's palm: in the broad palm of the Lord of Humanity was the first gift, which was placed in a Inside the plain-looking box, there is a power that is enough to make any psychic feel haunted.

Without any hesitation, the Lord of Humanity opened the box directly: in the useless cushion, there was a fruit lying safely.

It was a golden apple.

Compared with the [Silver Apple] formed by Morgan kneading the soul of her blood relatives before, it is like the sun at noon and the dim moonlight, there is no comparison.

The handprinter only glanced at the slightest, and he could feel the surging power in the finger of the fruit: that is not the power that can be contained in a single individual or a country. In this golden fruit, there are surrounded by unimaginable Soul fluctuations.

That was Ran Dan's emperor.

At the first sight of it, Morgan recognized what the golden apple was: it was Ran Dan's emperor, an invisible star that swallowed countless souls and wailed, and just looking at it was enough to make her salivate delicious.

She can pay any price to get this creation. This seemingly small and precious fruit can make up for the scars on her soul, even comparable to the souls of other Primarchs.

For Morgan, that meant unprecedented sustenance, a supreme tonic enough to close a big crack in her mind: she craved this creation more than all the stars in the galaxy.

The emperor held the box, and he did not approach Morgan again, but let the fruit rise slowly, let the infinite power and soul imprisoned in it slowly drift towards Morgan, the Lord of Humanity chose Speaking slowly at this time, his voice carried an undeniable stability.

【Morgan, my daughter, this is the first gift I brought. 】

【I know your hobbies, I know your secret diet, this is not a fatal topic, everyone has some secrets of his own. 】

【All this time, you have not crossed the real bottom line. This is worthy of affirmation and reward: I will tolerate your small problems, my daughter. After all, in this galaxy, there is never a shortage of aliens that need to be exterminated. 】

The emperor opened his mouth, his voice became low and slow, but Morgan listened with the most solemn attitude, and when the words of the Lord of Humanity extended to the end, he looked directly at his daughter, slowly A seemingly inconspicuous question was raised.

[Before this, I was delighted by your self-control, Morgan, my daughter, I believe that you will not let this joy be dusted. 】

【Right? 】

He whispered softly, and slowly swayed his fingers in the air, allowing the golden apple to stay in front of Morgan, in a place that she couldn't reach.

The pause silenced Morgan for a moment.

She seemed to organize her words before speaking slowly.

【Father. 】

[Whether it is now or in the future. 】

[I will not show hunger and greed to any offspring born of the descendants of Holy Terra, nor will I list any character who refuses to submit to the subspace as my hunting target. 】

[I will plunder everything: except those who live in the physical universe, the purest and purest human beings. 】

Morgan's words drifted slowly in the gloomy hall. Her complicated words made the Human Lord silent for a moment before he nodded.

The Emperor seemed dissatisfied, he had the most instinctive doubts about this complicated and flowery answer, but after thinking about these words, he still chose to relax.

He waved his hand, and the creation that made the Spider Queen salivate was within easy reach.

Looking at it, Morgan stretched out his hands involuntarily, and reached out to the fruit in front of him in the most devout gesture.

She looked at it, looking at this golden apple, her pupils were also dyed a golden color, shining brightly: Morgan felt for the first time that what these golden lights brought was not all bad things .

On the side, Malcador quietly witnessed all this, seeing the colors flickering in Morgan's pupils: for the first time a smile appeared on his face.

Sincere smile.

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Yes, that's it.

An appropriate gift, one that really helped my daughter.

Morgan must have known how messed up Emperor Ran Dan's soul was: being able to use it as an edible gift was not an easy task for the Lord of Humanity.

But it is precisely this kind of piecemeal and hands-on work that can reflect the greatest value as a gift: sincerity.

This came from the sincerity of the emperor. He was willing to devote himself to his daughter and to know her difficulties. Moreover, this fruit of the soul also meant that he was well aware of some of Morgan's secrets, but turned a blind eye.

Nothing soothes a restless mind like these secret safeguards.

Morgan needs these.

Seeing the flashing gaze of the Lord of the Second Legion looking at the golden apple, Macado even felt a little relieved.

Well, it looks like the Emperor is still...

"Bah!"

But before the gratifying thoughts stayed in the handprinter's heart for a moment, he heard a bad voice:

It was the sound of flames.

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Flames, golden flames.

When the golden apple landed firmly in Morgan's palm, countless flames burst out in the blink of an eye: Unexpectedly, the Spider Queen's hand was burned by these unique flames, and she flinched instinctively, Gritting her teeth tightly, but refusing to throw away this treasure that never refuses anyone, she can only tightly hold this burning apple, letting her palm feel a disgusting heat.

Her soul was even sobbing in pain, because these flames tortured the soul far more than the body.

Morgan frowned, it took her a moment to get used to the feeling of being burned by the flames, then she raised her head and looked at the Emperor.

【……Father? 】

[That is my flame, my daughter. 】

The face of the Lord of Humanity was dull, obviously all of this was within his expectation, he spoke slowly after a while, his voice was extremely innocent and natural.

[The soul of this alien emperor is the most chaotic and poisonous. In order to make it a gift for you, I burned it with my flames to remove the poison. 】

Morgan blinked her eyes. Enduring the severe pain in her palm and the howling of some kind of scalded flesh coming from her soul body, she lowered her head and glanced at the burning golden apple in her palm.

It is glamorous, but if you observe carefully, you will find that there seem to be some not-so-good places in it, like...

burnt?
The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes, wisely she did not pursue all this, but looked directly at the golden light in front of her as much as possible, and asked a question of her own.

[These flames, are you accidentally left on them?They keep burning. 】

This question caused the human lord to show an expression that was almost astonished.

【flame? 】

【of course not. 】

[Those flames are part of the gift, Morgan. 】

【They will stay there even if you eat it. 】

【…】

Morgan took a deep breath.

【It may... burn my soul, Father...】

【I know better than you how tough your soul is, Morgan. 】

The Emperor waved his hand casually.

【I am your creator, I know your abilities and upper limit very well. 】

He spoke, then raised his head slightly, and spoke at length for a long period of natural words.

[The fruit is a gift, its power and the flame it carries are part of this gift, if you want to accept this gift and this power, then you need to accept these flames as well. 】

[There are no [-]% gainers in the world, my daughter, behind any success there are always losses, you must understand this, because your situation is more dangerous than any of your blood relatives: those in the subspace Existences can come to you at any time, and their forte is unearned power. 】

【So, I chose to keep those flames, let them continue to burn in your soul, and use burns to remind you to keep calm and cautious at all times. 】

【You will need them. 】

[Yes, they are suffering. 】

[But suffering is also part of the gift. They are your strength and your reality. They are the challenges and enemies you must face: I will not evade this, nor will I force you to make a choice . 】

【You can choose to be patient, or you can choose to face the pain. No matter whether you will eat this fruit or not, you will get a way of thinking about facing future challenges: this is the real core that this gift of mine will bring. 】

【You don't have to eat it and keep a cautious mind. 】

[You can also eat it to understand the price of power. 】

[I gave it to you as a gift. 】

[Now, it depends on your choice. 】

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He spoke, speaking these words as a matter of course, and he watched Morgan's soul being burned by his flames indifferently, and his will had returned to the coldness and rationality of being an emperor.

He even has some pride: Compared with other Primarchs, Morgan got more words of reason from him: no longer pure affection and doting, he is helping his daughter see the world clearly.

Proud, of course, to be proud of.

Just like that, the Lord of Humankind watched his gift being held by his daughter, she seemed to be quiet for a long time, without saying a word, just lowered her head, until the Lord of Humanity ordered the box to come to her.

Morgan silently put the flaming golden apple into the box, her pupils flickering where the Emperor couldn't see, allowing her to speak slowly.

[Thank you...Father. 】

[It's okay, my daughter. 】

The emperor smiled, and the corner of his eyes caught the person who was looking directly at him. The lord of mankind turned his head, showed a reassuring smile to his friend, and waited patiently for Malcador's response.

But Malcador just kept a cold face, and slowly retreated into the shadows.

……

Maybe he's in a bad mood?
Such doubts were running in the heart of the lord of mankind, until the words of the handprinter broke into the lord of mankind's brain through a method that only two people knew.

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"Excellent discourse, Your Majesty."

[It’s just some human nature, Macado, there’s nothing to show off. 】

"..."

A sigh from the pawprinter.

"But have you ever thought about it, Your Majesty?"

"It's a gift, a gift that shows your love as a father, and it should be kind, even doting."

[That's the mother's business, what the father has to do is to teach the truth, my friend. 】

"Then why didn't you do that to the previous Primarchs?"

[Because they don't know much, and Morgan is different: If possible, I don't want them to know too much, ignorant people can naturally be happy, and my daughter, as a person who sees the truth, will naturally get a different treatment . 】

【Moreover……】

[Is this bad? 】

The Emperor was asking: he was really asking, with confusion and sincerity.

"..."

The only answer to him was the silence from the handprinter.

"Is there a second gift, my lord?"

【Indeed, my...】

"Get it out!"

"..."

"Wait, did you put any other love on that gift?"

【should not……】

"Then take it out!"

【…】

It seemed that Macado was indeed in a bad mood.

The Lord of Humanity thought so.

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Morgan silently put away the box.

For this gift, she suddenly...

Can't find the right adjective...

She wanted to close her eyes and calm down her spirits. After all, the scars left by the emperor's flames were real.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the human lord started to move.

A new rift opened, and the Emperor proudly pulled something out of it.

【I remember, you have met your brother Leman Russ, my daughter? 】

[In Duran, father, we have fought side by side. 】

【Have you seen his graceful figure during the battle?Especially when dueling? 】

【Um……】

Morgan was silent for a moment, Jonson's name running through her mind.

【not at all. 】

The human lord nodded, he didn't care about this topic, but slowly pulled out the second box: this box was trembling constantly, making some kind of metallic sound.

【You should know, my daughter, I once gave Leman Russ a gift. 】

[That is a spear, a divine weapon called the Spear of Dionysus, which is one of the greatest weapons that I personally participated in forging. 】

【Yes, father, I think I have seen Leman Russ holding it, it is indeed an impressive magic weapon. 】

【yes……】

The Emperor smiled, and there was an ancient nostalgia in his smile.

[I have built a total of two such weapons, which are taken from the names of two gods in one of the oldest and absurd myths. 】

[The Spear of the Sun God, it has been firmly held in the hands of my champion warrior, the chief of the Imperial Army, Valdor from the very beginning, and he has made great achievements in battle with him. 】

【And the other one, the Spear of Dionysus, I gave it to my son Leman Russ after the Battle of the Ring of Fire. It was a reward, promise and expectation for him, and he responded. 】

[However, what everyone doesn't know is that, just like there are more than two main gods in that ancient myth, there is also more than one existence named Emperor's Spear that I created. 】

The human lord said, and then slowly opened the somewhat too long box. Inside the box, the most eye-catching, brightest silver light shone.

Morgan looked at the light, of course she understood what the Emperor's words meant, at this moment, even her breathing was heavy.

On the side, Malcador's breathing was as heavy as Morgan's.

very good.

Everything is still under control.

After all, the Emperor will not disappoint.

[Apollinia and Dionysus, opposite sides of reason and sensibility. 】

[In addition to this, the weapon I want to give you is the third choice. 】

[The Spear of the God of Love. 】

The box shining with supreme light slowly floated in front of Morgan, and the Lord of the Second Legion stepped forward with great respect. She brushed the light lightly and saw the real scene inside the box.

【Father……】

【Father...this...】

【This……】

【…】

【…】

【Is this just a piece of iron? 】

Morgan stretched out her hand, and in her unbelievable words, knocked on the box in front of her. This piece of iron was not even regular: it looked extremely rough, and there was no trace of being forged by a hammer.

[Because I didn't finish it, my daughter, like so many of my works. 】

[But I believe that you can complete it. 】

The Emperor smiled.

【I have already given it to you. This is a unique raw material in the galaxy. No book will record it. It is the most precious and precious metal. You only need to complete the simplest steps. 】

【Form, forge, give it unique meaning and history, and find the true power it contains. 】

[When you understand all this, that is when you really get this gift. 】

The emperor was talking, smiling, watching his daughter bow her head, and silently put away the box without saying a word.

【…】

【…】

[I...know...Father. 】

She looked... quite satisfied?
The lord of humanity was a little uncertain, and he turned his questioning gaze to his friend.

But this time, Malcador ignored him.

The handprinter retreated back into the shadows silently, as if he didn't want to care about these things anymore.

【…】

Maybe he is tired.

The emperor thought so.

(End of this chapter)