Emperor's Bane

Chapter 197 Falling Into An Annoying Spider

Happy times are always short.

The final farewell of the two Primarchs was neither long nor hasty. It was as if they were having the most normal communication between two friends, and all of this ended with fading laughter and a plain farewell .

Carrying that priceless electronic board, Morgan slowly left the [Indomitable Truth] amidst the silent respect of every dark angel she met, and she joined her son on the tarmac of the battleship , the originally noisy [Warmaster] could finally fall asleep in the familiar embrace.

All looked good, as if the good things that should happen for granted in this age of conquest, honor, and hope.

Everyone thinks so.

……

Except Morgan.

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Morgan was a little irritable, a dark cloud of anger had taken over her mind at some point since she left Jonson's command room, and even earlier.

But no one can tell.

The Lord of the Second Legion is maintaining her perfect face: her face and pupils are like the most luxurious mirror image in the galaxy, she will never stop at any expression or moment, her mind has been wandering nine days away, but Her frowns and smiles can still be explored and analyzed instinctively, and she can put on the most suitable appearance for the current state.

In a distraction, Morgan returned to the empty meeting hall all the way: in the eyes of outsiders, she is the majestic Primarch, she is a loving mother, she is a respectable person who is always thinking foresight, and she is ready for anyone who meets by chance. The reader showed just the right smile and response: Although her mind did not pay attention to these things from the beginning to the end, her instinct was enough to blind everyone's eyes with the most perfect appearance.

And under this most perfect appearance, and after casually dismissing the heirs who were following her, Morgan could finally sit down and let those dark auras occupy his face.

【…】

【…】

[tsk. 】

Morgan was a little fidgety.

Some anger.

Some frustration.

Somewhat at a loss.

She could feel that some nameless anger was rising in her chest, waiting for the opportunity to lean out, but they were destined not to wait for that opportunity.

After returning to his Queen of Glory battleship, Morgan went straight to the empty meeting hall again: the high-ranking officers had already dispersed, implementing the plan they had negotiated, leaving only the Primarch here In the silent space, I felt the angry waves of clouds rolling in my chest.

However, these angers are not powerful and terrifying enough, they cannot overcome the instinctive calmness of the Spider Queen, it only took Morgan a few short moments to suppress these primitive angers, and looked at them in his heart , thinking carefully.

She knew where these strange rages in her heart came from.

They come from failure, from the final charge of a defeat, from the huge gap brought about by watching the victory leave after the original tentative offensive temporarily rises after seeing a short-lived hope.

She knew the anger.

from a...

Ultimately failed hunt.

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On ancient Terra, there was such a saying that I don't know where it came from, and I don't know if it is correct.

It is the chain that locks the baby elephant, but it is habit that locks the elephant.

In layman's terms, it is: when an individual is trapped in the same reality or situation day after day and cannot escape for a long time, it will have corresponding adaptability or even dependence. Take it for granted and get used to it.

Even after that, it already has enough strength and conditions to break through this bondage, but it will not try this easily, because all this is no longer its predicament, but its habit , is the most solid foundation in its world view.

Just like in this proverb: After a mammoth has been chained for more than ten years or even longer, even if it has become a real monster, it will not easily try to break the thin iron chain : Because it is used to the feeling of being held by one foot, losing the chain will only make it feel at a loss.

Morgan had forgotten where she'd heard it, perhaps from the mouths of the boastful sons of Magnus.

She also didn't know what the so-called elephant was. That creature didn't seem to have survived the man-made extinction tens of thousands of years ago.

But this does not prevent her from using almost completely similar connotations and methods to deal with another beast that has not yet fully matured.

Go and deal with the most terrifying beast in the whole empire and the whole galaxy.

Johnson.

her blood relatives.

Morgan closed her eyes, and her breath echoed in this empty hall, which made people feel chills down their spines, just like the only, strange wind in an ancient and lonely deep cave, her exquisite facial features Distorted in memory and boredom, enough to make any Astartes feel instinctively vigilant: but fortunately, the Dawnbreakers closest to her now are just the guards outside the gate.

At this moment, the Dawnbreakers who are most likely to arrive here are the leaders of the psionic warriors of the Third Fleet. They have been summoned by Morgan and will arrive on time in 10 minutes.

But before that, Morgan still has the time and thought to review his failed hunt against Jonson, and to vent the boredom caused by the failure.

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In fact, at the beginning, even Morgan herself was not aware of all this, until she inadvertently discovered some clues in the conversation with Johnson.

She found that in the farewell to Johnson, her behavior was a bit strange: especially the last confession, which almost exposed her true inner words to Johnson's senses. For Morgan Said it was an unforgivable mistake.

Fortunately, at that time, Xiongshi himself was not very sober, so there were no more clues.

Those words, those emotions, those answers to Zhuang Sen's questions, now that I think about it carefully, they are really...

Not very Morgan.

Is there something wrong with her?How could there be such an abnormal performance?

The Primarch of the Second Legion slowly frowned, her will turned into a storm, raging through the hollows of her spiritual world, grabbing the alien souls who couldn't dodge, and tearing them to pieces , to soothe the boredom and anxiety in the heart.

But such a move was a bit too wasteful, so Morgan quickly changed her method: she sneaked into the chasm that had been filled up a lot, and easily recovered from the souls of the two primarchs. , took out that pure black soul.

[Erebus. 】

This pathetic guy who had never been valued by her was indeed a character: I don’t know how many times Morgan flogged this soul in anger, or threw it into endless spiritual storms, but even so, it still It has not been destroyed, and even the darkness that symbolizes evil has not attenuated even the slightest bit.

Even Morgan couldn't help but feel a little curious: what kind of guy can have such a thick darkness, even if you look at the entire human being, he is the one that is second to none.

But she doesn't care about this issue: this person named Erebus is dead, and what she holds in her hands is only his soul that cannot be dissipated, and even the last sliver of reason pinned on it is still there. In Morgan's tedious copy of some Comoros trick, it's all gone.

Facing the angry whip of the Spider Queen, this pure black soul body could only scream like a wild beast, and it was completely unable to let out its anger.

She needs a new toy.

Morgan made a mental note of this.

Maybe... those Comorian creatures would be a good idea.

After casually throwing this worthless dirty thing aside, Morgan, who had vented his anger a little, was finally able to think about and review those things again.

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At some point, perhaps one day when her relationship with Jonson became closer, Morgan realized something interesting.

That is, when she wanted to sum up a vocabulary to describe her relationship with Zhuang Sen in a general way, the Spider Queen, who was sitting on the emotional database of the entire human being, was shocked to find that she couldn't find that vocabulary.

She couldn't find any words that could describe the extremely close but strange relationship between her and Johnson.

How can I describe it?
love?

Affectionate?

Friendship?

No.

Not at all.

This point is extremely certain.

There is no love between Morgan and Jonson, that is an absolute reality.

And it's hard to say that they have friendship and family affection: perhaps in the waves of Ran Dan's war, these two emotions did appear for a short time, but they quickly gave way to that strange, indescribable... …

Fetters?

Morgan could only think of the word.

She frowned, feeling entangled and annoyed by this brief problem.

Undoubtedly, she and Jonson trusted each other during the war, and could even entrust each other with their backs and lives. Their reliance in the war was far beyond what ordinary friendship can sum up, but it was not the kind of kinship in blood: Morgan He would never entrust his life to Magnus at any time, even if he was also his true blood relative.

After all, this is not a relationship issue, this is an IQ issue.

So, what is the visible trust and entrustment between her and Zhuang Sen?

After a long absence, the Spider Queen has never found the answer to this question, and her usual tricks of people's hearts and thousands of faces have not been able to help her on this issue.

It's just that, in a kind of instinct, after time walked to a certain stage, at the moment when the emotional buds brought about by devouring countless souls thrived, Morgan realized something, and her thoughts were cleared up in an instant some.

She figured it out.

The problem obviously appeared on Zhuang Sen.

There is no doubt that the Primarch of the First Legion was a beast, a beast of the woods through and through, and he was never bound by any human words.

Thinking about it this way, this strange relationship is easy to understand.

After all, whether it is love, family affection or friendship, they are all words invented by human beings to describe the relationship between each other.

These words and the meaning behind them, as it should be, would not be applied to a beast.

How could a beast know the so-called love, affection and friendship?How could it be possible to be bound by these feelings?
Jonson, from the very beginning, could not have any fragile emotions, because he could not understand these things at all, he did not know the meaning of so-called love, family affection and friendship, nor did he disdain their value.

Therefore, as it should be, Morgan will naturally not get any feedback about these emotions from Jonson.

That's much more reasonable.

So, here comes a new problem.

Since it is neither family affection nor love and friendship, then what is the connection that is enough for her to fight side by side with Johnson, and the shortcut that is enough for Morgan to pry the lion's heart?

Morgan didn't know.

Or rather, she didn't dare to think about it.

After all, when the correct, general answer quietly surfaced in her mind, every fluff of the Spider Queen stood up for this evil reasoning, sending out hysterical rebuttals.

……Do not.

Do not……

No.

Do not!
It must not be like that.

...It must not be...that.

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In the dark forests of Caliban lived a beast, a mighty lion.

It lives there, in the endless forests, wars, and fortresses, it hides in its caves, observes everything called civilization, crudely imitates those valuable things, squeezes itself into In a suit of armor.

It lives like this, no one will disturb it, they will only look at this beast from afar, admire its savagery, and fear its power.

In this way, day after day, year after year, the beast lived alone, living in pride and darkness.

until one day.

until a moment.

A visitor with malicious intentions came to the beast.

She has silver hair and blue eyes. She is greedy for the power of the lion, eager to bewitch and use it for her own profit.

She used those proficient methods to confuse it, but failed repeatedly, but she did not give up. She endured endless risks and crises, and kept groping to get along with this beast on the verge of roaring and biting. way of getting along.

One year, five years, ten years...

In the end, she succeeded.

Relying on constant bewitching and words, relying on imitation and observation of the beast, unconsciously, the beast finally got used to her presence and smile, the beast finally acquiesced in her approach and words, finally accepted her Gifts and favors.

It is entrenched in its own cave, allowing this unique person to sit on the edge of its cave, the very edge of the only sliver of kindness and slack it has.

In this way, they looked at each other, were familiar with each other, and tolerated each other's existence and strange atmosphere.

To the end: communication, cooperation, trust...

That's where it comes from.

What's more, in unknowingly getting along and observing, they suddenly discovered an interesting fact: the gap between them is actually not too big, in a sense, they can even be said to be the same kind.

Yes, it can be of the same kind.

It was also from this moment that an idea popped up involuntarily in both Beast's heart and her heart.

Change, guide, pollute.

Turn the existence on the opposite side into your own kind, into your true kind, who you can trust and stand side by side forever.

How much the beast hopes to have a true kind, a true kind that can practice [loyalty] and [responsibility] with it.

And she is also hoping, fantasizing, and seeking a true comrade-in-arms: when she faces those terrifying existences, even the Lord of Terra, unconsciously, she hopes To be able to have some comrades-in-arms who fight side by side.

Like a beast longing for a new beast, she unconsciously longed for a true companion: although she would never admit it.

In this way, a competition began, and the beast and her looked at each other, drawing and changing each other silently.

She's changing the beast.

The Beast is changing her too.

In this way, one year, ten years, until the end of the war, until countless habits and tacit understanding gradually become stubborn and reliable in the erosion of time.

Of course, the Beast is a Beast, and it's clumsy at certain things, so she seems to have the upper hand, always able to strike at will and keep the Beast running.

But, that's about it.

She didn't win.

Morgan, didn't win.

The Spider Queen knew very well in her heart: the conversation just now was her last chance, her last chance to make Jonson into her own kind: this chance was so common that she didn't even realize it in advance After coming out, it wasn't until Zhuang Sen's somewhat dazed question opened Morgan's mind in an instant, making her seize this opportunity belatedly.

Therefore, there are those words that are not Morgan at all: because Morgan has no time to be persuasive at all, all she can do is the most direct words, trying to break through the last line of defense of Jonson in one fell swoop, and step into the card. The last independent territory of the Liban made him Morgan's true kind.

but……

She failed.

This is the unmistakable reality, and the truth that bores her so much: Morgan can sense that Jonson's momentary confusion is faltering and defending in vain under her first and last reckless onslaught, but he But it didn't fall.

He hadn't become Morgan's kind, he hadn't set out on that path: the one enough for Morgan to consider him a true comrade in arms for freedom.

Jonson was still Jonson.

Morgan is still Morgan.

Essentially, they haven't changed a bit.

The words in Morgan's heart will still not be known by Johnson.

And the terrifying greatsword that Jonson hid, which is a fatal threat to any psychic, was not handed over to Morgan: what he gave was another one, a sword related to the legend of Caliban. ancient sword.

In this way, until the last moment, they were still hiding each other, they were still trying to win each other over at all costs, they were still on guard and trusted each other.

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This is the relationship between Morgan and Jonson.

This is the strange, weird, weird, bond between them that cannot be described in any words.

If you have to sum it up, there is only one kind of speech:
Johnson, and Morgan.

They were nothing but two beasts, nothing but two beasts confronting each other.

Because it is a beast, there are naturally no human emotions.

Because they are beasts, they regard each other as the same kind, admire each other, attract each other, and want each other to be like themselves.

That's the relationship between Morgan and Jonson.

Two beasts.

They appreciate each other, trust each other, draw and pollute each other uninterruptedly, but carefully keep their respective territories, and no one can spy on them.

They rely on each other, guard against, look at, observe, imitate...

And unknowingly, he was contaminated and changed by certain aura of the other party.

They wanted the other party to completely change into their own appearance, but none of them succeeded.

They wanted to be able to step into each other's hunting grounds, but they all failed.

In the end, all they can do is one thing.

After fighting side by side, after the bloodiest hunting and encirclement, they came to the clearing in the forest, came to the blurred border of each other's territories, faced each other far away, and rested easily.

They looked at each other, looked at each other, thought about each other's actions and weaknesses, and thought about turning each other into their own kind, into something they could completely trust.

That's it.

This is Johnson and Morgan.

They are not lovers, relatives, or friends.

They are the same kind.

The closest and the farthest, the most trusted and the most guarded, the most understanding and the most puzzled:
similar.

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Of course, something like this would not make Morgan so panicked.

When the questioning voice of the heir came from outside the hall, the Spider Queen's heart was suddenly suppressed, what could it be?

Is it doubts about the past?

Why did she turn from a vicious person who easily slaughtered Magnus' soul to a character who would do anything for her blood relatives?

Is it ignorance of the status quo?

Why, in her heart, for a moment, genuine thinking about the future of the legion, and the clear... worry about her children?
Is it fear of the future?

Is there something slowly growing in her heart?

Is that the seed of emotion?It seemed irresistible, trying to grow, to change her, to lead her into a strange and hesitant future.

Is that the hesitation of means?The stone-hearted heart that is no longer comforting, but instead caring about more and more [other people's affairs], the high selfishness seems to be disintegrating.

Is that restlessness?
Why did she become like this?

Why is she thinking about this?
When she is influencing and playing with everyone unscrupulously, when she disperses her selfishness on them, isn't she also receiving some feedback?
When she stared at the beast, she was changing the beast, and the beast was also changing her: not only the beast, but those her blood relatives and descendants, those mortals she didn't know and knew, those greatness and greatness she witnessed. mean.

When that sprout is thriving in her heart, when her emotional door seems to be opening little by little, what kind of fruit will be nourished by everything that is influenced by her and in turn affects her?

……

……

Long lost.

Morgan didn't dare to imagine.

She evaded, flinched.

She made a stern pledge to her own will: all change is but a dream, a slack brought about by a war.

She hasn't changed in the slightest.

Never.

……

Yes.

That's it.

　This one is really tiring to write...

　　Sure enough, for a single dog like me who has no friends, don’t think about this kind of emotional drama. Fortunately, I kicked the Lion King away when Morgan and Johnson were on the verge of losing control. Let him hide a hundred pictures first (乐)
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(End of this chapter)