Emperor's Bane

Chapter 195 Victory Goddess Morgan
In the eyes of the knight Bayar, his genetic mother is not an ordinary person, but a god in uniform who walks in the mortal world.

At the first sight of her, the kind knight from the ancient blood of Europa thought of the ancient myths in the family books: those mountain people who walk among the world, those who are surrounded by eagles and thunder , the heroic goddesses who reign in every bloody battle and duel, they are strong, intelligent, and possess the strength and belief that are not inferior to their reckless and violent blood brothers.

Athena, Minerva, Durga, Valkyrie, Sekhmet...

The distant honorable names that symbolize the glory of war, killing and victory are endlessly sung in Bayal's heart, because when he first saw his gene mother, he had already seen the gods of these ancient myths. The blood came out of the yellowed scrolls and stone statues, and stood vividly in front of him, becoming the object of allegiance he was destined to follow to the death.

Yes, with just one glance, he can swear to any solemn existence: his genetic mother is absolutely extraordinary.

She is not an invincible commander, she is not a king who dominates the world, she is not an alchemist and inventor with extraordinary power, who can light up countless miracles under the moon.

She is not the greatness of these crowds.

because……

She is so much more than that.

She is greater than these mortal ones, much nobler and nobler, that is a gap that cannot be described by any human language and description, just like the sun that has slightly appeared from the top of the mountains, looking down at the land comfortably The world is full of ignorance and ignorance.

This is not a lie, Bayar can use all his experience and glory: the glory of being the first soldier of the Second Legion, the decades of bloody battles under the command of the Lord of Humanity to unify Terra, the The tens of thousands of alien skeletons hewn by hand during the expedition, all the true sword duel victories won from the hundreds of champion warriors and veteran company commanders of all twenty Astartes Legions, solemnly swear.

His original body, the mother of his genes, is the greatest existence in this ethereal galaxy, a human demigod who transcends the real universe and swims in the ocean of will and spirit.

Perhaps, only the boundless radiance of the Lord of Humankind can slightly cover her existence and eclipse her sacred aura.

Bayar was convinced of this, and the more he looked at his gene mother with reverence, the more he became convinced of the idea that the trials and tribulations of the Legion were so worthwhile, because they earned His reward is a son of such a great Emperor.

In Bayar, in Marshall, in Diarmuid, in the eyes of these most serious fighters who have ever been divided into the First Fleet, their genetic mother is the perfect appearance, the goddess of armor worthy of all glory and valor .

Morgan: There she stood, on the wide, ancient tarmac of the Polaris, pacing slowly with unhurried arrogance, inspecting the Dawnbreakers that lined up in front of her.

Hundreds of people in front of her: without exception, they are not the legends and heroes with outstanding achievements in the legion, and they are the creators of glory enough to set off an upsurge of worship among those young fighters, but now, they and a group of new blood who have just completed the transformation There is no essential difference: excitement and joy, worry and trembling, also appear on their weather-beaten faces.

And in front of them, their great genetic mother is only a short distance away from them. Every soldier can clearly see the appearance of the Lord of the Second Legion, and can clearly see those shining colors that symbolize force and authority. .

She stood in front of them like a goddess of victory out of the picture scroll: she was taller than ordinary Astartes warriors, but she was not the kind of formidable giant. When she looked at them, her gray and blue There is no doubt that all promises, wisdom and valor in the universe are contained in the pupils of color.

The Primarch has a dignified look, with a straight Greek nose on an oval face, thin and tight lips, and bright silver hair in a bun on her ivory skin. She does not wear armor or shields, but wears A helmeted crown, holding a spear decorated with night owls and snakes, silently telling the laws of war.

This is what Morgan looks like to these veteran knights, this is what the mother of genes looks like to the soldiers of the First Fleet: a god of mercy and heroism, a saint who holds the banner high, a woman who can serve them well. Guide the direction and the future, and play the symbol of victory in the most difficult war.

There is no doubt that for these purest warriors, this is the most perfect Primarch in their hearts and dreams.

And that was Morgan to them, and she had been that way since they first saw their Primarch on that nameless planet.

From their reunion until now, she stood in the womb of the Queen of Glory, slowly reviewing her over-excited heirs.

But she didn't seem happy about it, although on the surface, she paced in front of each warrior with the most amiable and dignified attitude, her steps and trajectories were carefully calculated to ensure Every soldier inspected could take a proud step forward when she passed by, and loudly reported his name and serial number, position and company.

She nodded, listened, and looked at her offspring one by one, giving responses and answers, repeating this hundreds of times without the slightest dissatisfaction, showing unprecedented patience and compassion for a Primarch.

But only the most sensitive fighters: such as Marshall and Bayal, who trailed the Primarch at all times, could tell from Morgan's tapping fingers that she was not happy with the event.

This can't help but make their hearts, which have been fighting for more than a century, feel the long-lost consternation and panic.

But fortunately, with an impeccable and gentle attitude, their genetic mother persisted all the way until the last soldier's enthusiastic self-introduction, and then slowly stood in front of everyone, and softly issued the dismissal and return to each post. The command.

Only the two knights, who were somewhat anxious, were still following their Primarch all the time, and walked into the inner corridor of the [Polaris] all the way.

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Compared with the famous [Emperor's Pride] and [Red Tears], the ancient flagship of the Second Legion is like an ancient castle that has lasted for a thousand years: majestic, solemn, full of glory and the breath of time, but On the other hand, it is undoubtedly a rough war machine that is monotonous and lacks aesthetic art.

The wide and long corridor is painted with a cool color that never changes for thousands of years. Its color is infinitely close to the stones used to build fortresses and city walls. Perhaps only the purest knights and non-commissioned officers will like it. This cold and hard color stretches for thousands of kilometers.

And those pillars used as supports and the only decorations have the same skin as the walls, and people can't even tell them apart immediately.

Under these already stubborn things, there is a colder reality: the floor is pure hard steel and stone, and only in the extreme corners, there are some rough decorations such as imperial sky eagles, showing pragmatism The relentless beauty of philosophy.

However, in this corridor without the slightest rest and glory, which is enough to make the strongest warrior feel heartfelt breathlessness, there are also some wonderful treasures: when Morgan walks slowly under the eyes of the two restless sons, When she reached the middle of the corridor, she smiled and greeted those Dawnbreakers who were lucky enough to be stationed here at this time, but other than that, all her attention was focused on those who suddenly appeared on the wall. 【treasure】.

Reliefs, paintings, texts...

All the art methods and means that human beings can imagine, like the playful sun leaping out from behind the dark clouds, appear suddenly from the bare wall when no one notices, the first work is captured Placed in the middle of the corridor, it depicts the hardships and victories of the Battle of Rilis decades ago: in that battle, the Emperor personally protected his wounded child Horus, and persisted until the Second Legion The powerful army inside came to help.

One of the most exquisite reliefs clearly tells all this, and the heroic battle of the Second Legion at the side of the Emperor and Horus is vividly displayed before Morgan's eyes, and in the next work, time seems to go forward again Swapped some, came to Neptune...

In this way, in a way that slowly reverses time, the ancient history of the Legion flashed before the eyes of the Primarch, from the Great Crusade to the solar system, from Mars to Terra, countless battles and sacrifices in the hands of the Lord of the Legion The pupils flowed slowly, as if Morgan was going upstream in the long river of time, exploring the regrets and glory that she would never experience in person.

This time, there was no abrupt end, and the dazzling statues and portraits stretched all the way to the other end of the corridor, all the way to the siege of Samarkand in the War of Unification of Terra: that was the first appearance of the Second Legion, as the Dark Angels Those raw allies and pupils fought for the first time in the name of the Emperor, and among the most valiant warriors were the faces of Marshall and Bayal.

Seeing this, Morgan already understood what was going on: when this battleship had just become the flagship of the Second Army, the first relief sculpture appeared at one end of the corridor. At that time, these works of art were in a Born of great ambition: Every warrior believes in the heart that the statues and scrolls they use to record and recall past victories will extend from one end of the corridor to the other.

But the sky failed: when this grand epic stretched to only a small part of the corridor, strife and misguided paths tore the legions apart, and there was no longer a great battle to fight side by side. The records also disappeared.

Thinking of this, even Morgan didn't know what expression to use to express her emotion for all this. She just maintained that calm face and pushed away the corridor amidst the excited salutes of the two guards. The door at the end entered the real core area of ​​the battleship.

What appeared in front of her was an unprecedentedly huge hall: it looked like a magnificent circular theater, with thousands of seats extending from high to low along the terrain, all the way to the central podium, Except for the difference in location, there is no slight gap between these seats, but the ones that are closer to the front obviously have signs of activity, while the ones that are closer to the edge have obviously not been used for a long time.

The two knights still followed closely behind their queen, with a faint uneasiness lingering all over their bodies: Bayard was more obvious in this point, as for Marshall, it seemed that there was nothing to make him afraid.

The Lord of the Second Legion was not in the mood to play charades with her two heirs. She randomly chose a seat in the middle to sit down, raised her head, and waited for her while admiring the conference hall with almost no decorations. The sons of her stood before her.

"grown ups."

Marshall was the first to speak, his old face and snow-white hair formed an unusually sharp contrast with the handsome and unrestrained Bayar: It was hard to imagine that, as Astartes fighters, they were of the same age, and even Bayar Al is the older one.

Morgan didn't reply right away. She waved her hand casually and created two seats in front of her. Then, with a silent but firm attitude, she let the two children sit on the seats. The Primarch of the Legion looked at his two children in silence, then smiled.

[Do I look scary? 】

【You are always so serious. 】

Marshall still kept his face there: as if he only knew this one expression, and the handsome Bayal was shaken by the words of the mother of genes, he changed his position on the chair a little uneasy, and opened his mouth, Be prepared for some respectful words.

But before that, Morgan had already raised a finger for silence.

[I know what you want to ask, I am your mother, and I understand you. 】

She smiled, and her smile was slightly malicious: but in the reality-distorted vision of the two heirs, it was the kind smile of the graceful goddess.

[If what you want to ask is my opinion on that review, then I can give you an accurate answer: I don't like it, although I can understand it. 】

It took her about a second to carefully watch the gloom and loss that flashed across the faces of the two heirs, and then she leisurely changed the subject.

[However, I can understand your intentions and pains, and I am also very satisfied. I can use this method to know and remember my best children, and I have a real first impression with them. 】

[Here, I thank you all. 】

[Marshall, Bayard. 】

[I thank you all. 】

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Really bad.

Morgan sighed inwardly.

She found herself on the verge of liking this feeling: the feeling of watching her children raise suns and storms in their breasts with her words, with the slightest shift in her tone. The feeling of uninterrupted sudden change is really fascinating.

Even interacting with her blood relatives could not make her feel this rather interesting state of mind: it seemed that teasing the hearts of her heirs could make her feel a kind of heartfelt despicable happiness.

She likes it.

But in the depths of her heart, Morgan also secretly reminded herself not to play with this mentality too seriously: every Dawnbreaker is her precious private property, unless they are so bad and stubborn that there is no cure, otherwise, She didn't need to let herself suffer losses.

Morgan knew she didn't love them, she didn't love her children.

They are just her wealth, a wealth that needs her careful care.

That's it.

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[As a thank you, let me tell you something. 】

She smiled and moved her fingers casually, as if she was playing with an invisible coin.

[You may have seen my other blood brothers?Oh, you must have seen it. 】

[Then you should also know that every heir of the emperor has different hobbies and personalities. We are not exactly the same template products. In our hearts, we have our own inclinations and identities. 】

[And I am a more practical person than my brothers. 】

[I don't really care about other people's glory and praise, my children, although your sincere words will still make me feel sincerely happy, but some things will make me feel more joyful and happy. 】

【That is a pragmatic attitude, that is the real progress of the facts, that is the style and connotation of seeking truth from facts. 】

[Every completed work is the best compliment to me, and every feasible plan will make me feel happy and satisfied from the bottom of my heart. I am very aware of your love and respect for me in your hearts, and I I can also tell you that the best way and way to express this kind of respect is to complete tasks and events one after another, and it is a glory visible to the naked eye. With the joint efforts of all of us, it will rise from the ground. . 】

[Fate made us meet in this dark midnight, and it also made you feel worried and worried, worried that I would be sad for those not glorious pasts. 】

[But I won't, my child. 】

[If I am reduced to relying on the support of my heirs to find my place in this galaxy and the so-called glory, wouldn’t that be too sad? 】

【past?lonely?disappointment? 】

【Do not! 】

【never mind. 】

【all!do not mind. 】

[For the past glory and the tradition you stick to, I don't have any contemptuous attitude. I know that the things that can be left behind in these difficult years must be precious treasures, and they must be worthy of my study and affirmation fine wine. 】

[And for those past, those mottled memories, those years that are no longer worth looking back, let them disappear at this moment, be forgotten, and be swept away by the breeze brought by the reunion between you and me . 】

[Those were lost decades. 】

[But it doesn't matter, from this moment on, let us join hands to create a brand new memory and future, this is the greatest significance for me to come among you. 】

[In the boundless darkness, we will move forward while supporting each other, until the light of dawn appears on the skyline. 】

[I don't know when the light of hope will appear. 】

[But before that, I will stand at the forefront of all of you, because I am your mother, this is my birthright and obligation, and I have been absent for so long that I don’t even want to do anything. Meaningless talk, let our family love pick up and recall little by little in fighting side by side, my sons and daughters. 】

【Now, let's start our work. 】

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【First, Marshall, I hope you can summon the leaders of other fleets. They should come here. I need you to bring the real leaders among them, that is, you and Bayar in each fleet. 】

[I will meet them, and then I will give you and them a mission, a real mission. 】

[This will be a long and arduous task, Marshall. 】

[Our fleet will go south, will cross the solar star field and the maelstrom, and go to the home planet where I was born. From there as the center, I will build a foundation and everything needed for the legion to grow again. 】

[And during this period, as we advance and fight, I will not make any major moves on my legion. I don't like to build while exploring. I will first observe and evaluate the legion. 】

【So, I need your strength. 】

In the old knight's impeccable surrender etiquette, Morgan's words seemed a little light.

[I need you to reorganize the legion's council, reunite the forces from the various fleets, and make the internal management mechanism of the legion work again. During the period of my observation and assessment, I will still entrust the legion Here you go, Marshall. 】

【You are worthy of my trust. 】

[Don't feel lost, Marshall. 】

[I said, I don’t care about the past and the dark years, and I don’t care about your failure plans: that’s nothing, no one can never make mistakes, a failure is not for me to deny your ability and deprive you of your loyalty reason. 】

[Let me say it again. 】

[From the moment I returned, from the moment I accepted my children: your allegiance, I have decided to take on everything about the Legion: the past, tradition, loss and glory, and I will bear it with you In the face of all this, I will do my best to let you accept the past of the Legion, and let you accept the new wind I brought. 】

[From this moment on, from that moment on, each of you does not need to be sad for the so-called past, everyone is a new blank sheet of paper in my heart, a child waiting to be observed and loved, I I will give each of you enough trust, enough tests and enough stage to let you show your best side. 】

[Since you have chosen to be loyal to me, I will naturally reward all your efforts and tolerate all your past. 】

[After all, I am your mother, the mother of your genes. 】

[Which mother would not pay and expect for her children? 】

(End of this chapter)