Emperor's Bane

Chapter 194 Jonson's Gift... What?

The Polaris is a dilapidated and old behemoth whose life and history are even older than the Great Crusade itself.

It is a gift and product of Mars and the human empire at the beginning of the run-in. It is an extremely unstable old dragon full of countless experimental technologies and fierce methods. It is so ancient and weather-beaten that even the supervisor who cast it All the important Martian ministers have already returned to Omnissia's feet in a dangerous expedition.

However, when its majestic 25-kilometer-long body lies between the gray stars, even the most arrogant opponents will not underestimate this seemingly sleeping old beast that has been dripping blood for more than 100 years. Ferocious minions will not rashly issue a fatal declaration to this void fortress loaded with thousands of Terra veterans.

This imperial behemoth, which was built only after the "Indomitable Truth", has not received real maintenance for too long, but this does not prevent it from still being able to single-handedly tear apart a large fleet, or destroy a large fleet in its prime. The unified galaxy of the United States is reduced to scorched earth: it can do these things when it is deep in the vortex of oblivion and division.

But now, when its predestined and only master finally came to the light gray deck and corridor, and finally transformed her gift into a brand new name, initially uniting this fragmented legion.

When the Queen of Ice, who made the entire Second Legion willing to bow her head and tie her neck, strangled all disputes and thoughts with her own hands, was finally able to slowly review her last When he was an outstanding heir.

This powerful war engine, entrusted with the name of the oldest guiding light in human voyages and journeys, finally ushered in its last and most important part after more than 100 years of waiting:

A supreme will, a firm core, a majestic king.

Whether it is a legion or a battleship, their success or failure, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, are no longer important. After such a long wait and training, they finally won the most important reward: a human being who walks among them. A demigod, a unique star capable of pointing out, guiding and entrusting all the future, leading them to the sea of ​​stars once again.

Whether it is the scars of the past, or the disintegration of the past, at this moment, in front of the glorious future, it has turned into a grinning gray memory. The Legion has once again united together. This time, they will never be separated. And unstoppable, invincible.

It seems that such an arrogant, confident, and ambitious idea is difficult to come into being in the hearts of a group of warriors who are reluctantly gathered together, but at this moment, every powerful and serious Dawnbreaker is from the heart. So convinced: there is no other reason, just because their powerful and loving gene mother is walking slowly in front of them.

In front of her silent, calm, graceful and powerful like bright moonlight; in front of her smiling, loving face, which contains the most harmonious and tolerant face of the mother of genes, any desire for the future, any desire for the stars Looking from a distance, you will be involuntarily indulged in the endless belief and encouragement brought by the smile under the blue pupil.

The one who stood before them, the one who smiled at each of them, was the Queen of the Dawn, and Morgan, the Giver of the Legion and the Genes, was their mother.

She is the majestic Goddess of War, the sassy Galaxy Hunter, the smiling Almighty Witch, the meditating Shadow King, and the wise leader of all nations...

She is the great Lord of the Legion.

In the eyes of each new Dawnbreaker of the Second Legion, their Gene Mother seems to be completely different, and with the differences and thoughts among these warriors, they see the Emperor's Daughter differently: these images Without exception, they are the most worthy of following and trusting in their eyes.

But there is one thing that has become the consensus and firm belief of the entire Dawnbreaker Legion without any sound.

All suffering is no longer worth remembering and trembling, all worries have disintegrated like fragile thin ice under the scorching sun, from this moment on, they will be the lucky ones among all the legions.

For these Dawnbreakers with superhuman senses and blood instincts, just a short sentence and a series of actions between moments are enough for them to determine their situation and luck:
They possess a Primarch.

A real mother.

A wise Hecate.

A mighty Dawn Lady.

A great... King of Nirvana.

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Under the gaze of the Emperor and the five silent Primarchs, the reunion between Morgan and her heirs in this nameless world was solemn and simple, without any fancy or cumbersome steps and procedures. Once the Second Legion bowed the knee to their Gene Mother and received a new name and future, it was effectively over.

After coming to an end, Mortarion bid farewell to his father immediately, and the fleet of the Lord of the Death Guard disappeared at Mandeville Point as quickly as possible, joining the main force of the army waiting for him, and rushing to the next battle.

The fire dragon lord of the No.18 Legion was the second to leave. After confirming to Morgan again and again that he had nothing to help, Vulkan selected a piece from his treasury that could be used at will. The size-adjustable sleeveless half-body armor, as a friendship and commemoration of sharing weal and woe with his sister in this short but firm battle, is also a thank you gift for Morgan's heroic fighting in the Randan War and protecting countless imperial soldiers.

The Lord of Nocturne Star felt uneasy and guilty from the bottom of his heart for this too simple gift in his eyes. He held his fragile blood relatives tightly with his big hands and made an extremely solemn promise: when Morgan visited Salamander When in Legion, he's sure to come up with a real gift.

The Wolf King of Fenris left almost at the same time as the Fire Dragon Lord. He laughed and gave his sister a box of the purest Fenris wine. To say more, his savage face still bears real scars, and there are new serious eyes from his whispered conversation with the Emperor.

Leman Russ patted the overly fragile shoulder of his blood relatives, swaggeringly assuring that his promise was still valid: Morgan had his own honorable seat in Wolf's Fang, and in the meathouses and wine cellars of the Fenrisians, There will also be enough food and good wine stored at any time to welcome a welcome feast in the name of Morgan. Psionic power will never be the reason why the Lord of the Second Legion is coldly received in the ice and snow world, because it has already used its actions , broke the natural distrust and vigilance of the Space Wolves, and gained enough power to be a guest.

And after the three Primarchs had left, the God of the Wolf Shepherd had just finished his somewhat lengthy conversation with the Lord of Humanity. The handsome face of Horus revealed a bright smile because of the revisiting of the father-son relationship, which made him It was as if a god of the purest carnival, born to all pleasures.

With the most sincere attitude, the Primarch of the Shadow Moon Wolf shared the joy of reunion with his sisters. He hinted at several good ways to get closer to the Astartes warriors, among them Some that even Morgan never thought of.

At the end of the words, the Wolf Shepherd even felt a little sad: the Emperor personally gave him some tasks, which made him and Morgan, who decided to return to his hometown in the southern part of the maelstrom, doomed to miss the way, but Horus still vowed, he promised a A large amount of supplies has been used as a gift to his blood relatives, and will soon be sent to the transport ship of the Second Legion, and a group of elite Shadowmoon Wolves will also serve as envoys of the Wolf God. For a standard year on Terra, fought alongside the Second Legion.

The figure of Horus slowly disappeared in a series of conversations and blessings, and the silent lord of mankind disappeared together: in a place where no one can approach, the emperor and his daughter spoke the last few words , Those words were enough to make Morgan meditate for countless days and nights.

And until the 【Imperial Fantasy】disappeared in the Mandeville point, until the newborn Dawnbreakers, under the second order of their genetic mother, began to return to their battleships one by one, that Dao's voice, which had been standing in the silence and ashes for too long, stiffened his face and came to Morgan.

There were many reasons for Jonson's silence, and the most important reason was: when Vulkan's half-armor, Leman Russ' spirits, and Horus' vows emerged in front of him in turn. Only then did the champion swordsman of the First Legion remember some seemingly important issues.

Maybe...he should prepare a gift for Morgan in advance?
……Gift.

This almost never-used word swirled in the mouth of the King of Knights, and when he muttered this useless word softly, his articulation was frighteningly jerky.

He never thought that he would think and worry about this word.

But the reality is: at this moment, he is indeed doing this and thinking this way.

Jonson's thinking is long, arduous, and pioneering, enough to be recorded in his personal biography.

But also useless.

Because he didn't think about anything.

The King of Knights of Caliban stood in a hidden corner like this, until the last person standing between him and Morgan also slowly left, until the pair of blue pupils began to look directly at the emerald green pupils. Hitomi.

...that's all.

morgan...

She should know what she wants.

After all, she has always been so reassuring.

Thinking of this, the King of Knights of Caliban took a step, three steps in two steps, and came to his blood relatives. They stood side by side silently. In their field of vision, there were only desolate hills, and the sky full of sky. of stars.

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Johnson came to Morgan and just stood there, silent.

Beside him, the Lord of the Second Legion was sitting on the iron box filled with fine Fenris wine, fiddling with the half armor given by the Fire Dragon Lord, adjusting its body bit by bit. size.

The two Primarchs kept silent in this way. At the edge of their line of sight, the senior officers of the Second Legion who were still on the surface were looking at each other quietly with the Knight Commanders of the First Legion. They suddenly discovered that , in each other's array, there are many old acquaintances who can be traced back to the Terra unification war.

The two rows of Terra veterans who looked at each other greeted secretly with their eyes like this, but their movements did not escape the sharp eyes of the Primarch after all. Looking at the newborn warriors who received the name of the Dawnbreaker, Jonson's Thoughts moved slowly and with difficulty to the Second Legion.

"What are your plans?"

After a long time, the fast-running mind finally spit out the first sentence.

And at the moment when the opening sentence didn't even hit the ground, Morgan's plain and clear answer had already reached Jonson's ears: it was as if she had already guessed the question of the Lion King and had thought of the answer early in the morning.

It's not difficult: do you expect the Primarch of the First Order to start a conversation with a few fancy, funny, and well-timed pleasantries?

That is impossible.

Morgan was sure of that.

Because that's been her job for the past ten years.

But... ten years.

Morgan's silent emotion, accompanied by her condensed words, quickly echoed and disappeared in the air that only the two Primarchs could really hear.

[I will temporarily adjust my legion and descendants, let them maintain and maintain a self-management system, and continue to stumble and run-in with each other until I have selected which people are available, and then proceed to the real Legion reorganization and construction. 】

[The shattering of the legion is indeed a sad and bad thing, but from another perspective, the reform resistance I face is also very small and weak. 】

【During this process, I will lead them to leave the northern part of the galaxy and go to my home world, Avalon. That world is in the southeastern region of the maelstrom, next to the Damocles sector and the five hundred worlds of the Ultramarines. 】

[I will establish a foothold there to ensure that my legion can carry out real replenishment and expansion, and complete the reorganization of the legion during this period. Within ten Terra standard years, I will complete all this, Allow my Dawnbreakers to return to the Great Crusade. 】

[At most ten years later, I will lead a brand new legion and return to the formation of the Great Crusade, so that I can once again fight for the empire, so that I can once again explore the unknown stars, so that I can... ...]

[Respond to your call in time. 】

She smiled, and her laughter was accompanied by a light word, but it was enough to leave another real scar on the armor of the king of Caliban.

Jonson's lips twitched, and he seemed to want to say something to this sudden sentence, but in the end, he still didn't say anything, and only the relaxed smile of the Lord of the Second Legion echoed in the air Voice.

【You think I can't speculate, huh? 】

【Zhuang Sen, my brother, I have been able to fight Ran Dan side by side with you for more than ten years. Have I ever voluntarily absent myself from any battle?Or have escaped any life-and-death crisis]

Faced with this question, the Primarch of the First Legion had nothing to say, and Zhuang Sen had to admit: In the fierce battle against Ran Dan, Morgan, like him, was the hardest and most tenacious fighter. He has seen far more bloody battles than Coswayne, Arachos, or any of the Dark Angels veterans of the Sandalwood Order.

This is also the most important reason why the top and bottom of the First Legion show such respect for Morgan. Every dark angel who has experienced the Randan War remembers Morgan's contribution in the war from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, they respect her His power and words are full of reverence.

Morgan's words were accompanied by her easy laughter, and she finally adjusted the half body armor, which seemed to make her happy.

[Ran Dan has not disappeared yet, Zhuang Sen, their home planet still exists, and there is a slight possibility of rising again. 】

[I understand you, Zhuang Sen, you will not let anyone take this task, you will definitely see the destruction of Ran Dan with your own eyes, and even your dark angel, after the necessary rest and investigation, needs at least It took ten years to find Ran Dan's lair and carry out a thorough extermination war. 】

She spoke and smiled, and in her blue pupils, words that the King of Caliban could not refuse flashed.

[Take me, Johnson. 】

[When you decide to start this end war, summon my legion, summon my strength, no matter where I am, no matter what I face, I will definitely respond to you. 】

【Morgan will definitely respond to Jonson. 】

Lion King's brows twitched, and his Adam's Apple rolled up and down, restraining the desire for some words to break through his lips.

But in front of him, Morgan's smile has become a kind of reasonable statement.

[Do not consider this a plea, my brother, it is my right. 】

【Morgan is also a part of this Randan war. I have the right and qualification to witness the destruction of Randan, the only reward my strength and my courage need: the ashes of a terrible opponent. 】

[This is my right as a soldier, and the only reward I will ask for in this war. 】

It sounded like something a Dark Angel would say.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Sen felt joy for himself.

Thinking of this, the Primarch of the First Legion nodded very seriously: when Jonson made a promise, he never bothered to express it in pale words.

With Zhuang Sen's nod, Morgan withdrew her gaze in satisfaction, her pupils swept across the dawn breakers, and at this moment, there was a trace of worry in her eyes.

The worry is so palpable.

It was so obvious that even Zhuang Sen could [catch] it accurately.

"Are you worried?"

【…】

Morgan pursed her lips, as if she didn't really want to admit it, but under the persistent gaze of the King of Caliban, she slowly lowered her head, using a low tone that only Jonson had ever heard.

[That's right. 】

"Because of your legion?"

【…】

Silence was taken as affirmation, and affirmation made Jonson happy.

Finally, before Morgan realized the problem, he found the gift he needed to give.

On the Lion King's face, the smile was already a little obvious, but after seeing this, Morgan breathed a sigh of relief under his worried face.

She didn't want to hint at anything more.

Finally, after another tortuous thought by Jonson, he finally uttered the words Morgan wanted to hear: Morgan has been waiting for these words ever since she knew she was going to reunite with her legion.

"You're a smart man, Morgan."

"I believe you understand the... surface power my legion possesses, and also know how to choose what is best for your legion."

"Then, without reference to those things, my blood relatives."

"I have a present for you."

"Go, go and see what your legion, your fighters, and your pioneering plan need."

"Every warehouse of the Dark Angels will be opened for you, I assure you, you don't need to negotiate and negotiate."

"You just need to put forward the demand, and leave the rest to me."

Then give it to Koss and Luthor.

In his heart, Zhuang Sen added silently.

(End of this chapter)