Emperor's Bane

Chapter 200 Friendship from the Thousand Sons

The Human Empire, the Far East Starfield, the Prospero Starfield, and the Fuzalei Galaxy.

Star Prospero.

In the former desolate border town, countless psykers and mutants used to escape the era of strife and persecution and massacres to escape the barbaric peach blossoms. The road was difficult and hard to open up. Under the common attack of wilderness and psychic beasts, the united city-state stood tenaciously.

Today's Imperial Fortress, the most cherished mother star of the powerful Astartes Legion [Thousand Sons], is beautiful and shining, with several large white pyramids towering into the sky, written with the words of Magnus and his family. The rationality and arrogance of the heir.

These two comments sound so torn and different, as if summarizing the real hell and the fantasy paradise, but the real fact is that Prospero perfectly has the core of both evaluations: How lonely it was in the previous era of strife, how glorious it is in the current Great Crusade.

There is no other reason: simply because this is the hometown of a Primarch.

The No.15 son of the Lord of Humanity, the genetic father of the Thousand Sons Legion, the Scarlet King, the Supreme Word, the Psychic Giant, and the master of all knowledge, wisdom, and rational decision-making.

Magnus.

The power symbolized by this name does not even need to be compared with other Primarchs. When the other sons of the Emperor are bathed in battle and blood, he only needs to move his fingers to do what he wants. everything.

save his brother.

protect his legion.

Take control of his destiny.

Or let the human empire he swore allegiance to meet the best future.

Few mortals would doubt that Magnus could do it all, especially after witnessing the mighty power of the Primarch to move mountains and seas, and they would rightfully give their all and will He is regarded as the ruler of the kingdom and the world, and from then on he bathes in the glory of following the greatest of men.

At least, in the gray-yellow world before Morgan's eyes, its people did do so, and they also benefited endlessly from it, enjoying the seemingly endless splendor.

Once upon a time, this world named Prospero was just the most inconspicuous sanctuary in the chaotic galaxy. It was so desolate and remote that there was no civilization. The only advantage was that it was located on the edge of the solar star field and the Far East star field. In the crack, no one would pay attention to it. As a result, those psykers and mutants who were persecuted and hunted down fled here one after another, and established a chaotic city.

After that, the arduous survival continued for an unknown number of years, and all the strongholds were destroyed in the pincer attack of sandstorms and spiritual beasts. The subspace creatures named spirit-eating bees slaughtered countless villages, towns and families, just to usurp the spiritual beasts. In the end, only the last city named Tizca remained.

And it was at that time that the amniotic cabin wrapped in the Primarch fell on the central square of Tizca City, and Magnus became a citizen of this desolate world.

It only took him a few years to save the fate of this world: compiling books, exploring ruins, encircling and slaughtering those devouring bee swarms that feed on psykers, when the fleet of the Lord of Humanity arrived, he The No.15 son has prepared a rejuvenated kingdom as a gift to his own father.

The Emperor gladly accepted this: from that day on, Prospero was one of the most important locations in the galaxy simply because it was home to a Primarch, just because it was home to an Astartes Legion.

And all of this was more than 30 Terra standard years ago. During this period of time, the people of Prospero have been enjoying the light of wisdom and the convenience of psychic power. Every inch of land in the world will be encouraged and promoted to the greatest extent, and the people behind these encouragements and promotions are often the warriors of the Thousand Sons, and even Magnus himself.

They are keen on this, and they are keen on allowing every Prosperian to integrate into the system of psionic energy, because the sons of Magnus sincerely believe that this is the future of mankind, and it is also a great cause that belongs to them alone .

Moreover, they do have the time and energy to do these things.

After all, they are idle.

Just like the wonderful curse brought about by their legion name [Thousand Sons], when the No.15 Legion reunited with their genetic father, there were only about a thousand fighters at one time, and they were infinitely on the verge of destruction: such Of course, it is impossible to invest in the Great Crusade immediately. You must know that even in the seemingly understated Battle of Duran, at least [-] Astartes soldiers were killed or injured.

Because of this, during the dozens of Terra standard years after they reunited with their Primarch, the main activity of the Thousand Sons Legion was to station in Prospero and the surrounding galaxies, recruit new soldiers, Expand the force and strive to restore the size of the legion level.

During this period, the Legion rarely went out, and the only few large-scale operations were limited to humanitarian rescue activities such as Dawn Star Rescue, or to rescue those libraries and collections that were about to be submerged in the flames of war.

And the sons of Magnus are also very happy. They are not more interested in competing for the victory and honor in the Great Crusade. Worry about being blamed and disturbed.

After all, although Magnus had a few friends among his brothers, none of them were people who would visit at random.

Today, however, things are slightly different.

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"hiss--"

"call--"

"hiss--"

"call--"

He is breathing.

Take a deep breath.

He was doing this meaningless action over and over again, trying to calm down his still somewhat chaotic brain, or use it to seduce those thoughts that were useful to him.

But, like I said earlier: it doesn't make sense.

"hiss--"

"call--"

"...Tsk."

After he repeated it several times unwillingly, he had to admit that it didn't help at all, and he was still nervous.

Ahriman is still very nervous.

This is rare.

In the past, the proud and self-confident No.15 Legion church lecturer, now he is a little depressed. Now Ahriman is standing absent-mindedly on the tarmac of the [Wanzhang Ray], surrounded by high-level executives and backbones of the Thousand Sons Legion , Looking around, it is already the most elite part of Magnus's descendants.

The company commanders of ten societies, the leaders of three monastic orders, the templar lecturers of five schools and the brains of the Primarch: all members of the Red Advisors.

At this moment, the dozens of Thousand Sons warriors standing on this tarmac are the core backbone force that assists Magnus in ruling his legion, each of them is one of the best in the spiritual field Grandmaster.

But even among these brightest characters, Ahriman is still the unshakable star, second only to Magnus: the first warrior of the Thousand Sons Legion has used his strength and knowledge to overcome the gene. The primarch's instinctive preference for the offspring of the mother star has become the top figure of the Legion.

Now, Ahriman is the company commander of the First Society, and also the lecturer of the Black Crow School among the five schools. He is also in the Thousand Sons Legion, which is famous for its large number of psychic warriors. There are still some disputes. , second only to Magnus's chief think tank: he used his own strength and wisdom to win these in the Thousand Sons Legion, which has always been fiercely fighting internally.

Yes, internal struggles.

Although this sounds somewhat magical, in Magnus's Thousand Sons Legion, there seems to have always been a drama that is infinitely close to the "political struggle" that ordinary people call "political struggle", and many Thousand Sons officers will Get involved intentionally or unintentionally, and conduct appropriate competitions and contests for the benefit of various schools of thought.

Of course, not all Thousand Sons officers like this kind of duel that does not require the use of swords and gunpowder. They hate any smog related to interests and status, and look forward to a quiet corner where they can immerse themselves in academics.

Ahriman, that is the case.

Although his battle brothers often whisper about Ahriman's "sullen and cunning" behind his back, and he will never deny these facts, Ahriman still wants to stay in his room if he can, Not going anywhere, immersed in books and scholarship.

It's hard to do, but that doesn't stop Ahriman from fantasizing about it.

But soon, his brief fantasy ended with a joyful laugh: his genetic father, Magnus, was standing in front of them at this moment, proudly praising his exquisite prophecy.

Just because, at the moment that Magnus had already judged, everyone present could clearly see through the projection of the augur that at the edge of the galaxy, the Mandeville point was shining with waves like water, and soon , one after another silver-gray warships filed out.

It was the fleet of the Second Legion, and they had crossed the border of the two worlds and reached Prospero just in time: just as Magnus had predicted.

And that battleship, which was even bigger than the [Wanzhang Radiance], foreshadowed the dignified status of the visitor: this is a Primarch, a heir of the Emperor with Magnus, the most powerful in the galaxy. The most powerful and noble existence.

She is the Master of the Legion, she is the blood of the Emperor, she is...

Ahriman's friend...

……

Maybe.

Ahriman frowned, he felt the familiar yet unfamiliar tension.

Friends...friends of the Primarch...

Friendship... Friendship between the Astartes and the Primarch...

It sounds like this is even more absurd and pitiful than the legends recorded in those ancient parchments.

Perhaps, he should be ready to lose this friendship.

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Morgan thought that Magnus might welcome him, welcome another psionic master in his blood.

After all, whether it is the almost natural sympathy brought by the only two psionic masters in the Primarch, or their short but sincere cooperation on the Dawn Star, it is enough to make Magnus think Morgan, a former friend and current blood relative, has a relatively high initial favorability.

However, when Morgan saw the most powerful warships of the [Wanzhang Radiance] and the Thousand Sons, he led almost the entire fleet out, forming an incomparably bright star in the sky above Prospero. After removing the chain, she was still a little surprised.

And as early as when the fleet of the Second Legion had just jumped to the Fuzalei galaxy, Magnus' voice full of enthusiasm and excitement had already set off a monstrous and heroic heat wave in the sea of ​​souls.

"You're welcome, Morgan."

"Welcome, my blood, and your legion, to Prospero!"

King Prospero didn't bother to use any communication channels at all. His domineering psychic power turned the sea of ​​souls in the entire galaxy into his own private channel, blasting his enthusiasm and welcome to every psychic ear of the listener.

It's like a show off, or a long-established habit.

But Morgan was too lazy to care about this. She leaned on the silver throne made by her children, and while watching everything in the command room, she tapped the armrest of the throne lightly.

In an instant, a gentle wave of psionic energy gently caressed every psychic in the void with the gentlest attitude. This healing invisible light first carefully swept over every Morgan Only then did he turn into countless flying feathers and lights in the sea of ​​souls, passing through countless gorgeous curves, and finally gathered in front of Magnus, blooming delicate flowers of the void.

Magnus' happy laughter can be heard most clearly in every corner of the sea of ​​souls.

And here in the Second Legion, their genetic mother has slowly got up, summoning those Dawnbreakers who are lucky enough to be her entourage, and let them go to the tarmac to gather.

Thirty of the best Morgan's sons have long been ready to go, and each of them is a model of the Legion like Marshall and Bayal, who can best demonstrate the style of the Legion and make the Primarch's pride not be ashamed.

Although there were neither Stormbirds nor Thunderhawks when they came quickly to the tarmac, this did not prevent these warriors from puffing out their chests proudly as their Primarchs reviewed them one by one.

Morgan scowled, as her brood expected, and walked slowly past everyone, and when she finally came to Marshall and Bayal, the Primarch looked at their specially polished Armor, smiled.

She snapped her fingers lightly in mid-air, and thirty faint rays of light appeared in her will, flying towards the breastplates of every soldier one by one, turning into small and exquisite sun emblems .

She glanced at her heir, showing the most obvious smile of satisfaction.

[Very mighty, my pride. 】

She praised softly, then turned around, ignoring the faces behind her who were trying their best to suppress their excitement, and quickly chanted her spell.

Soon, a glowing circle surrounded the Primarch and her thirty retinue, and as a blinding light briefly engulfed the tarmac, they disappeared among the fleet of the Second Legion. .

The next moment, the same light shone on the Queen of Glory of the Thousand Sons. Morgan flicked the folds of the long skirt lightly, then raised his head, and saw the mathematical beauty of the [Wan Zhang Guang] The tarmac, and Magnus loping along laughing.

"I knew it!"

"You will not choose the way of those mortals, my blood, you are the same as me!"

Without the slightest sense of politeness and distance, before even the most sensitive Astartes fighters could react, Magnus had already arrived in front of Morgan like a crimson whirlwind in the blink of an eye.

He laughed, hugged, and patted the shoulders of his blood relatives affectionately, showing his joy and enthusiasm as a master to his heart's content.

There was joy on Magnus's red face, it was the acceptance of a true kind, and it was also the meditation on some good memories, that kind of joy was so pure and innocent, it spoke brightly, its master Have not experienced any failures and setbacks.

Or rather, he didn't remember those.

But it didn't matter, because Morgan remembered those things, and she always remembered them.

By the time the Dawnbreakers had recovered from the teleportation recoil, Magnus had led Morgan to his brood with the greatest enthusiasm. Neither Primarch moved too fast, which gave Morgan The entourage kept up with their time.

"Time flies, Morgan."

"Since we separated at Dawn Star, it has been more than ten years without knowing it, but even now, when I think that you are really my blood relatives, I still feel a little unbelievable: Although as early as [Soul Drinker] When the name was announced, I already had this vague feeling, but after I really confirmed it, it was another feeling."

Magnus is juxtaposed with Morgan, his tall body is second only to Vulcan, and he can easily cover Morgan. After the simplest greetings, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons talked about himself like this The enthusiasm and surprise on his face showed no falsehood.

"To be honest, Morgan, I am still a little surprised until now. My legion was the first to discover you. There is no doubt that even for us, this is a great honor."

[And for me, this is also a kind of great luck. 】

Magnus laughed loudly. During his laughter, a group of people had already walked in front of the formation of Thousand Sons officers: the first to bear the brunt was Ahriman.

"Need I introduce you? You should still remember him..."

【of course I remember. 】

Morgan smiled, her smile seemed so sincere and touching, the aloof Primarch took a step forward and extended his hand to Ahriman.

[He is Ahriman: how could I forget my first friend? 】

friend……

Simple words are enough to make Qianzi, who has always been keen, stunned. Ahriman looked at the hand stretched out in front of him with some astonishment. Although he had thought about these situations before, the real reality would always bring different feelings.

In this daze, Magnus sighed softly.

"First friend, that's fine, my Ahriman is a lucky fellow."

[I am also very lucky. 】

Morgan smiled.

[When I first came to this void, my first friend could be Ahriman, a warrior with true wisdom who doesn't care about status and power. 】

[Being my first friend with him is my luck, Magnus: just like the first legion I met was the Thousand Sons. 】

King Prospero let out a proud hum.

"Wise men are always attracted to each other, and this is the goodwill that the galaxy brings."

Morgan smiled and did not answer, her hand was already in front of Ahriman.

[Long time no see, Ahriman. 】

The Son of Magnus hesitated, taking it slowly.

"Long time no see, my lord."

[Don't call me Sir, Ahriman. 】

[This is too rusty. 】

【You are my friend, you are my first best friend, and then the others. 】

Her voice is enough for everyone to hear and be sure. Anyone who recognizes Morgan's words can hear the heartfelt affirmation and pride.

[After all, the only thing worthy of respect between you and me is sincere friendship, not so-called status and power. 】

[It used to be so, and it is still the same now. 】

【Is not it?my best friend. 】

"..."

"Of course, my lord."

【Call me Morgan, Mr. Morgan is also fine, my lord is too unfamiliar. 】

"...Okay, Mr. Morgan..."

Some trembling hands grasped Morgan's fingers, and in the sight of thirty pairs of unfriendly eyes, Ahriman shook them heavily.

"Welcome."

"Welcome to Prospero."

(End of this chapter)