Emperor's Bane

Chapter 198 How to Suppress the Shocking Wisdom

Zosimus and Myrdin came together to see him.

They were the undisputed leaders among the hundreds of psykers in the Third Fleet for the past few dozen standard years of Terra.

Under their command, although the Third Fleet, whose main purpose was spiritual energy, did not rise to such a powerful force, it managed to keep its only remaining elite army amidst the waves of the Great Expedition. Potential, and a relatively complete inheritance.

These two outstanding psionic masters are not ignorant new blood. Like most Dawnbreakers, the two of them are elite veterans who have been killed all the way from the holy Terra. They have fought in hundreds of war-torn worlds. and battleships, to slay in the name of Man and the Emperor.

But despite this, when they faced their genetic mothers, the performances and manners they showed were still no different from those of the new blood.

"Mother."

Accompanied by two hesitant and tentative salutes, Morgan slowly opened his eyes, briefly glanced at the two heirs in front of him who had no characteristics in appearance, and then nodded.

After seeing that they did not disturb the gene mother who was meditating, the two psionic masters breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the short-term fear faded away, and their faces became visibly cheerful.

Yes, cheerful.

Of course it will be cheerful.

Although it was less than ten Terran hours before their first official meeting, this did not prevent these Terran veterans who had fought for more than 100 years from using their own experience and observations to figure out their own Primarch, and secretly in their hearts shaping her image.

The psionic master knew that not all primarchs would be of complete benefit to his Legion: having an archangel of Baal or a wolf-god of Cthonia was an undeniable boon, but If your Primarch is the Olympian who can gently spit out the ten-shot order, or the blond beast who has disappeared...

That can only be admitted, isn't it?

After all, that is the Primarch, their father and master, the figure they are destined to believe in and obey, and just letting the thought of rebelling against such a figure slip through their hearts is enough to make the most steadfast Ah The State warrior felt genuinely horrified.

But fortunately, they are not those poor unlucky ones: they have a primarch worth looking forward to, the only mother of genes in all legions, like the dawn behind the majestic mountains. Brightly illuminated their faces, bringing hope and possibility out of the darkness.

Thinking of the hope that those long-lost lights symbolized, and thinking of those gray days that seemed to be gone forever, and thinking that at this very moment, their Primarch, the Master of their Legions, sat in their seat In front of him, silently calling for the fetters and entanglements from blood and genes.

So, how can we not be joyful, happy, and rejoicing?

Just like that, amidst the well-deserved joy, the two psionic masters happily but respectfully looked at their gene mother, waiting for the will of the Witch Highness.

Yes, witch.

In the eyes of the two psykers, Morgan would naturally not look like the goddess of victory. In front of these warp space scholars, she showed another kind of demeanor: a kind that symbolizes profound wisdom, powerful spells and infinity. The strange demeanor of mystic charm, a kind of arrogance and calmness that can hold thousands of creatures in another world in your hands and slowly play with them.

In the eyes of psykers, their genetic mother is erratic, just like the faint mist in the dense forest under the moon, it is close in front of the eyes, but it seems to be far away in the sky, making people unable to figure it out .

She seemed to sit before them, and seemed to be separated from them by an abyss, a vague riddle, and before the majesty of that shadowy mystery, they could glimpse the face of the gene mother.

Her face is exquisite, with a charm that is almost unreal, as if it is a puppet made by an ingenious craftsman, rather than a natural appearance of skin and flesh. She is dressed in a suit full of strange symbols. Wen's long skirt, the color of the long skirt is a kind of light blue that is close to frosty white, and the pleated skirt covers the pure black boot toe.

Her figure is very thin, so thin that it seems that she is not a Primarch, but a somewhat tall mortal, her seemingly fragile shoulders are wrapped by an indigo hooded cloak, completely covering her back and Most of her arms, she was wearing a just right witch hat, the brim of the front hat was pulled down, covering the pupils and the tip of the nose, only revealing the dark side hair with hanging ears, and that faint smile, seemed to be telling Everything that every scholar dreams of.

She is holding a staff, which is a sacred object formed by ghosts and wisdom. Countless bright light balls are like fireflies in the summer night, surrounding this great creation, exuding a power that makes them envy and fear.

This is Morgan, this is their genetic mother, and this is the great lord they will follow in the future, a proud omnipotent witch in the kingdom of psionic power and magic.

This is what Morgan looked like in their eyes. The two weather-beaten psionic masters got the same answer and certainty from looking at each other: no matter what images other combat brothers tell, at this moment, they What they saw with their own eyes was the true appearance of their genetic mother.

It was their honor, an unspoken testament to the special place they hold in the hearts of the Gene Mothers.

They believed so deeply.

Like every Dawnbreaker.

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【So, you guys were elected? 】

Morgan leaned on the seat, looked at his two heirs, and looked forward to their next answer.

Before she went to the [Indomitable Truth], Morgan had given a task to the leaders of the two psyker factions:
She needs something, something that allows her to deeply understand the Third Fleet, that is, the entire faction of psykers, a unique existence that can symbolize and represent these think tanks and potential think tanks: it can be a book, a paragraph Words, even a silent movement or a past battle, she doesn't care what it looks like, she just wants to see what these psionic cubs can show her.

To be honest, Morgan has actually made a lot of psychological plans. She imagined that she could see some weird things. After all, the Third Fleet, like the Thousand Sons Legion she had been with, was a pure group of psykers. The shocking wisdom that Magnus and his sons performed before Morgan still shakes the weak heart of the Lord of the Second Legion.

So, when Zosimus and Mildin respected a somewhat old book in a respectful manner, to be honest, Morgan was still a little surprised.

She took a serious look at her two psionic masters: they were wearing the silver battle armor common to Dawnbreakers, with hoods on their heads, and their faces were ordinary, but they looked weather-beaten. Hanging on both sides of their waists, it tells the wonderful combination of being a psyker and a warrior.

From the outside, they are not much different from ordinary think tanks, which is also a characteristic of Dawnbreakers.

In the Second Legion, there is a democratic atmosphere based on pragmatism. The senior officers' right to speak is not absolute. They must always respect the valuable experience and suggestions of those grassroots backbones and veterans, because these seemingly Unremarkable soldiers often have powerful strength and rich experience, but the almost unique indifference to fame and fortune of the sons of Morgan makes them not want to pursue higher positions, but choose to shine in the positions they think are most suitable. fever.

Therefore, the sense of class within the Second Legion is not strict. Unless it is a critical moment in the war, the difference between high-ranking officers and ordinary soldiers is not obvious, and this similarity is also reflected in the appearance : In addition to the necessary status symbols and those medals of honor, the sons of Morgan seldom decorate their armor with more things. Their simple philosophy of pragmatism is reflected in all aspects of the legion, even in the long Splitting and parting have not erased this collective identity.

Morgan is well aware of this, and she has no plans to change all of this: this kind of affinity between officers and soldiers is in line with Queen Dawn's plan for her offspring, and she is happy to see the Second Legion become a blending group, which Conducive to the unity and strength of the Legion.

And this is exactly what Morgan is most concerned about now.

Since the loyalty of the Second Army to her is worthy of optimism, the most important thing she needs to focus on now is how to make this army stronger: after all, since the Second Army is already her strength, they should respond accordingly. To be stronger, more united, and able to display their strength and fanaticism is in line with Morgan's requirements for them and in Morgan's own interests.

therefore……

Morgan opened the book and read it quite seriously, carefully comprehending all the content between the lines.

On the point of how to make the Second Legion stronger, Morgan is extremely serious and even dedicated. This selfish lady regards the Dawnbreakers as her own private property and a part of her own strength. Therefore, She decided to cultivate them as if she cherished herself, like a stingy and greedy manor owner who carefully manages every inch of his farmland.

Morgan read it quickly and seriously. She picked out some of the most representative chapters in the book, comprehended its meaning and the story behind it, and after making a few marks, the Legion Lord raised his head , looked at his two psionic masters.

[This is... a Psalm? 】

"Yes, mother."

"It's a collection of poems."

"It is also a record and summary of various psionic spells in the legion."

【...Give me a demonstration. 】

"clear."

Zosimus nodded. Afterwards, he and Myrdin each took a few steps back, came to the open field, stood opposite each other, and slowly drew out their respective swords.

The next moment, with the icy steel biting each other in the air, a wonderful duel was launched between the psionic masters. Even if their skills were not much worse than those of the leaders of other legions, but This is not the focus of Morgan's observations.

The Lord of the Second Legion soon discovered that as the duel unfolded, the two psionic masters seemed to be whispering some tune, some poem, and their steps and skills became more and more powerful along with this chant. Diligence has turned into rare and beautiful skills, and with the change and advancement of the melody, lightning, flames and the unbearable cold winter also began to dance beside them, joining this increasingly exciting in the battle.

It won't be in an instant, a simple sword fight will turn into a series of performances of countless spiritual powers. The poems flowing from the lips and hearts contain enough power to be appreciated by the warriors of the Thousand Sons. It turned into wind and flames that could destroy the army, and answered the call of the two psionic masters.

Morgan watched the scene in silence, and at one point, she clapped her hands.

[It's ok. 】

Then, she bowed her head and flipped through the book in her hand, until she had found a solution to every problem in her mind, the Primarch raised her head, her voice had changed into positive praise.

[I think, in the legion, the mysteries and spells of psionic power are passed down from generation to generation through some kind of catchy poems or tunes that are handed down by word of mouth? 】

"Yes, mother."

Zosimus nodded.

"At the beginning, we also tried to use traditional books to record, but the intensity of the Great Crusade exceeded our imagination, so we came up with this method to hide the mysteries of psionic power in the poems, as It is an insurance method to prevent loss, but over time, this kind of chant has become the mainstream of using psionic energy."

"In the very beginning, this word of mouth chants did cause confusion and trouble, so Mildin and I decided to write a book to record them. Later, this book began to record our knowledge about psionic powers. All research and ideas."

"As you can see, in the first half of this book, there are some complete poems and ballads recorded. These are the finished products of war practice, possessing strength and reliability."

"In the middle part, most of them are works that have not been completed and improved in time. Some works with great power, but the price is also unacceptable, are also listed as a means of necessary moments."

Morgan nodded. She was not surprised by the existence of this kind of ballad. Whether it was in White Scars or Space Wolves, she had seen similar methods. It seemed that this kind of ancient narrative poem was different from those who did not belong to The wonderful power of the real world is the most natural and natural pair, and they should appear together.

There are, of course, exceptions: the sons of Magnus, for example, show a disdain for such barbaric ancient poetry, preferring complex and subtle tricks to these chant poems that evade the truth.

Well, Morgan would rather have her offspring look more like those seemingly savage stormseers and rune priests than the great art of Prospero: after all, she demands something different from psionic broods.

All the other broods need to do is keep growing stronger, thus strengthening her power, and these psionic broods...

Don't make trouble for her.

This is their number one priority.

She didn't dare to imagine that having a group of astonishing wise men like a thousand sons under her hand would bring any surprises to her fragile little heart.

Thinking of this, Morgan's fingers flipped through the last few pages of the book: Different from the previous poems full of artistic sense, here are all intermittent, creepy, crazy words and breath of despair.

【Then... what about the last ones? 】

[They don't look like ballads, they are more like crazy words, babblings, or even pure desperate wails and... last words? 】

Morgan sat upright, watching her two heirs darken their faces.

"... yes, mother."

"That's the last word."

"That's the price."

Zosimus lowered his head, as if avoiding some terrible memory.

"That is the sacrifice we will make and the battle brothers we will lose when we continue to explore psionic energy and the warp space in these long decades: During these years, we have continuously explored the warp space, Constantly exploring the limits of our psychic power bit by bit with caution and awe."

"But even so, even though we have tried our best to be cautious, there are still countless brothers who left us. The innate courage to face the unknown inspired us to go forward, but it also caused us heavy losses."

"We would even envy the Thousand Sons, envying them for being able to walk so far in the waves of the subspace, leaving us behind without any cost, and every step of ours is the slowest and bloodiest, countless The battle brothers who were still intact at the last moment, after trying a spell that has never been tried before, died the most miserable death, using their lives to avoid another dangerous place for us."

"And these last words are the legacy they left us. Those fighting brothers who died in this kind of exploration will spare no effort to say the mistakes they made and the root cause of their death, so that our successors can Learn from it.”

"This is also part of the Psalm."

Zosimus's painful voice slowly echoed in her ears, and Morgan just stroked those pages lightly. She noticed that many of the [last words] seemed to come from the same person.

[Midas? 】

"Yes, Your Excellency Midas, he is my mentor and the first psyker of the Second Legion who was enlightened and guided by the Emperor himself."

【he died? 】

"……Yes."

"During an alien extermination battle, His Excellency Midas called for too much psionic energy in order to block the alien's counterattack, and was finally swallowed back by the power of these subspaces. We transported him back to the battleship as soon as possible, and All remedies have been tried, but to no avail."

"He was eaten alive by the power of the warp in front of all of us, and we couldn't even extract his gene-seed. It was an unimaginably long process that lasted several Tara standard days, so long that he He can even tell us his last words, and ask us to add the last words of all the explorers in this book as a warning."

"It was also from that moment, mother."

"In the hearts of all of us, psychic power is no longer a pure gift. We witnessed how it backfired and killed an extremely powerful psyker. We started..."

[Awe? 】

Morgan asked back, she closed the book, only to see the two big words in gold on the cover: awe.

"Yes."

"Awe."

Morgan closed her eyes, and instead of asking any further questions, she sighed in her heart.

The situation was better than she had imagined, and it was much better.

Awe, awe of psionic power.

This is good.

After all, Morgan would rather have a group of stormseers, or even rune priests, than the Thousand Sons.

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Their genetic mother stood up, and for a split second her presence in their minds became even clearer.

She smiled, walked slowly in front of them, and patted their shoulders as a reward, which made the two psionic masters excited beyond reason.

She spoke.

【This is good. 】

[Zosimus, Mildin. 】

[You have done a good job: psionic power is a double-edged sword, it will not only kill the opponent, but also threaten us at certain times. 】

[Your thinking is very correct, which makes me gratified]

With hands behind his back, Morgan slowly circled around his two heirs, telling his preliminary plan.

[Originally, I wanted to educate you guys, but now it seems that you are indeed children who make me feel at ease, which means that we can skip this step and talk about other things. 】

She smiled and leaned back in the chair.

【We all know, my psychic masters, that every Primarch will transform his Legion: more or less, but this kind of thing will definitely happen, and I will not be the exception. 】

Zosimus and Mildin suddenly raised their heads and looked at each other.

"Are we the first? Mother?"

[Of course, after all, you and I are so similar, so I have a little instinctive bias when making choices for everyone. 】

The words that came out of Morgan's mouth were the simplest words, but they were enough to make the two psionic masters extremely excited, and their little worries and worries disappeared.

"Everything is your grace! Mother!"

[It goes without saying that it is so serious. 】

Morgan crossed her hands and hugged her chest. She showed a motherly smile, just like a hearty elder treating her children equally, communicating with smiles and reason.

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[Poetry is a good civilization, my children, and they should be encouraged, and a formal collection. 】

[With the poetry that inherits the mysteries of psychic energy as the core, I plan to divide all my psychic descendants into two parts. They are responsible for actual combat and research respectively. Collect and compile poetry, and continue exploring the oceans of the Warp. 】

[Of course, those in charge of actual combat and those in charge of research will not remain the same. Every once in a while, they will exchange and communicate with each other to ensure that the research direction will not deviate from the actual situation. 】

[After all, actual actions are the only criterion for testing truth. 】

[Another point is that, in view of the fact that the research department that explores in the subspace will face dangers that cannot be ignored, so there will not be too many researchers, and they will be separated from the ordinary troops and become members of the secret society. member. 】

"...A secret meeting?"

[An organization independent of the Legion Council, they are only responsible to me, which can be understood as my right hand. 】

There are still some merits in Jonson's management of his legion.

The brilliance appeared in the pupils of the two psionic masters at the same time.

[Of course, this does not mean that the personnel in charge of actual combat do not need to do any bookwork. I can't stand my legion moving forward in a mess and groping. You all know that what I appreciate is The combination of efficiency and practical action. 】

[They need to learn, every psyker must learn, they must master several skills at the same time, including but not limited to:]

[Skills for individual combat. 】

[The skills of being the core or assistant of the team. 】

[Company combat skills. 】

[The method of joint combat required when the psychic group acts alone. 】

[Necessary melee ability. 】

[Systematic learning in the field of spiritual energy that you are good at. 】

[And most importantly, the core of ideological and moral education is:]

[If you can use your hands, don't use spells. 】

[If you can use your brain, don't use psionic energy. 】

【Well... that's all for now. 】

[But there must be more than that. With the assessment and real-world testing in the future, I will continue to refine these contents. If the implementation is good, I will promote it to the entire army. 】

[So, what's the problem? 】

"..."

"..."

"...a question, Mother."

"How to learn these skills?"

[Concentrated training and teaching, or lectures I personally take charge of, and a series of standardized teaching materials. 】

"...textbook?"

【certainly. 】

She smiled.

【You don't think that I will let you take risks to explore the Naya space a little bit? 】

[From now on, I will lead these exploration actions, and I will also prepare teaching materials for each situation for your study and reference. 】

【This is my first gift to you. 】

(End of this chapter)