Emperor's Bane

Chapter 201 Shocking Magnus

"Come on, Morgan."

"Come, my blood."

"Come to Tizca, come to the City of Light."

"You will witness the true meaning of the world, you will have a glimpse of the light of the future, you will be bathed in true wisdom and learning, and you will be lucky enough to see the greatest and most sacred scene in the galaxy. Trust me, you will always remember Miracle witnessed on this day."

"All that is in the warp is descending and walking on Prospero, and we are working to break down the sad barrier between the two worlds, flooding this planet with endless lore and otherworldly life, making it the center of attention. focus."

"This is a big project, my dearest blood relative. Although we have been working hard for more than a dozen Terra standard years, we have only laid the most basic foundation."

"But it doesn't matter, we have that patience and determination to get it done."

"One day, Prospero will become the starting point for the future, and the two separate worlds will be tightly integrated, and each of the father's people will have their own elves and happiness, and all mankind will embrace the Thousand Sons." The most beautiful future that the Legion has opened up."

"And this is our father, the human race and the empire, the world and its destiny. Give it to us, to the Thousand Sons, and to me, Magnus. The tasks, burdens, and expectations!"

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The words of Magnus are full of unquestionable arrogance and passion. In front of dozens of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreaker, the tall Scarlet King uttered such bold words to his blood relatives, and As a matter of course, I was bathed in the cheers that followed.

Cheers: Cheers, of course.

The dozens of sons of Magnus on the tarmac have long been inspired by the ambition of the father of genes, because each of them is an indispensable and important part of this [great plan], and is the future of mankind. pioneers.

The pride of oneself and the legion, and the longing for the future and glory, these emotions were hooked and danced in front of the overbearing personality charm of the Primarch, and turned into the most sincere cheers and responses, for the Magnus' words add luster.

On the other side, although the Dawnbreakers couldn't empathize with the cheering Thousand Sons officers, this did not prevent them from being polite and imitating the Mother of Genes, and smiling and applauding Magnus's bold words. The applause from the Second Legion never stopped until the last Thousand Sons soldier stopped cheering.

The Primarch of the No. 15th Legion enjoyed such flattery, with one arm raised high and the smile of the most innocent victor on his face, in front of his ambitious declaration, in this turbulent world. Before cheering, Magnus seemed to have grasped all the truths in the world.

The cheers and applause lasted for a while, until the Crimson King found that his blood relatives were smiling and applauding, and slowly came to his side. An inexplicable shame suddenly attacked Magnus's heart. He lusted after this enjoyment for the last time, and then leveled his raised arms, signaling that everything was quiet.

Before Magnus coughed lightly and found a humble word for himself, Morgan's sincere emotion and her smile had already plunged into the chest of the Scarlet King.

[Amazing, bro. 】

"……cough……"

Magnus coughed lightly, as if he was thinking about welcoming this emotional words, but his blood relatives didn't give him more time to think and prepare. Morgan's eyebrows and eyes were curved, which was a kind of expression that anyone would An irresistible smile.

[In your words, I feel faith and ambition, Magnus, you have these two purest emotions, listening to your words is like bathing in a round of warm sunlight. 】

"……real?"

[I will not admit my mistake. 】

Morgan smiled, and she winked at Magnus with a kind of sincerity and playfulness.

[After all, this feeling is so rare, I have never felt it in anyone except you and our father. 】

Her tone slowed down and softened, like a whisper in her ear.

[To be honest, I'm a little jealous of you, Magnus, did our father really not give you more preferential treatment? 】

The Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion didn't answer his sister immediately, his red face was already full of enjoyment-like joy, a snort came out from his face, and he couldn't restrain it when he slapped it. Yes, the edge of the mouth curled up.

"There have been some, Morgan. My father and I have known each other the deepest. He has accompanied me in the deepest oceans, digging for treasures of history and knowledge."

"If you are interested in this, my Morgan, I can take you to see the souvenirs left by those travels later, believe me, it will open your eyes, and their value is more than one. A hundred prosperous galaxies."

Morgan blinked, and in her turquoise two lakes, a few strands of real surprise and curiosity flashed: this was what Magnus needed, and his joy came with this surprise. more and more inflated.

[Really, then why are we still hesitating here?Let's go now. 】

【I can not wait any more. 】

Magnus smiled. He did not refute the eagerness of his blood relatives. After seeing that the fleet of the Second Legion had gradually entered Prospero's low-earth orbit and the nearby void, the first step of this welcoming ceremony It was also declared complete, and the Crimson King ordered his battleship to return to the space station on the orbit of the parent star.

Along the way, high-ranking officers of the Thousand Sons Legion kept leaving the ranks to return to command their own companies and warships, in order to complete the confluence of the fleets of the two legions over Prospero: this involved a three-digit number of powerful war engines, Not an easy job.

But with the joint efforts of the Astartes and countless mortals, the confluence was finally successfully completed, and the gray-white and silver-white Dawnbreaker fleet quietly docked on Prospero's orbit, like a group of It is like a sharp knife that touches the warm soil.

The two most powerful warships, the [Wanzhang Ray] and the [Polar Star], finally docked almost side by side, forming a group that is enough to inspire any artist. A combination that is both weird and harmonious.

One of them is a void book city built with scarabs and pyramids. It is a perfect palace built by occultism and number theory. Just like its name, the Queen of Glory belonging to the Thousand Sons is always shining The most illusory light, like a profound scholar immersed in knowledge and records, exudes idleness and ease that do not belong to war.

The other warship that stood side by side with the [Wanzhang Radiance], which is the flagship of the visiting Second Legion, exudes a rather chilling and dangerous aura: Bullet wounds and scars that have not been repaired in time are all over the hull In every corner of the car, the off-white appearance and too sharp appearance make it look like a hungry shark lurking in the shadows, looking for a good opportunity to have a good meal in the conspiracy.

No one would notice these things, though, as the warriors of both Legions indulged in a sort of cautious first meeting, waiting for a message from their respective Primarchs, waiting for their arrival at Prospero. Moment.

However, when the Primarch and his team came to the tarmac of the space station, they found that there was no flying equipment that could carry them to the surface of Prospero: no matter it was the Thunderhawk or the Stormbird, there were none here. On a wide and smooth surface, there is nothing around.

The Dawnbreakers looked around anxiously, their fingers resting on their weapons intentionally or unintentionally, but the Thousand Sons did not notice this at all, they stood proudly as usual, as if they had expected this everything of.

In front of everyone, the Crimson King, who took the lead, was still talking there, his words and passion were unusually abundant, and he showed no sign of resting at all.

"We are going to [City of Light] Tizca, Morgan, which is the core city of the entire Prospero and the greatest treasure you will ever see. Believe me, there is nowhere except the sacred temple on Terra. Comparable to Tizca."

"After all, [-]% of the so-called cities in this galaxy are just a pile of vulgar history and ignorant money. It is a place where a group of idiots full of power and desire use their ridiculous fantasies to vent their ridiculous fantasies. , violence and brutal wilderness."

"Some of them actually call it their own choice, it's pitiful and ridiculous, the fact proves that even among our brothers, there are those poor wretches who are infinitely close to being hopeless .”

Magnus sighed softly, he did not hide his dissatisfaction with certain characters and existences in his words, but he skillfully stayed outside the red line, without really tearing his face, this Prosper The King of Luo showed a happy smile to his blood relatives, and then opened his arms, wantonly venting endless spiritual energy and arcana.

"But my Tizca is different, Morgan, it is different, it flows with beauty and dreams, full of knowledge and rationality, it is full of noble beauty unique to the world at every moment and every angle , Only a truly wise man will stop and watch, discover the infinite mysteries in it, and marvel at all the exquisiteness."

"And you, my blood relatives, who are also bathed in the sea of ​​souls like me, of course you have such ability, such qualifications, to have a glimpse of the miracle of my [City of Light]."

"Now, let me guide you."

As soon as the words fell, it was enough to easily tear apart the spiritual power of the battleship and hive capital, just like this, in Magnus' smile, in Morgan's cold pupils, in the indifferent or astonished gaze of Thousand Sons and Dawnbreaker, It poured out, and in just a moment, it completely covered the hundreds of square meters of steel platform under their feet.

"rise."

At this moment, following Magnus' proud order, the steel platform completely shrouded in psionic energy left the apron, and slowly left the space station's gravitational constraints, and came into the void.

The next moment, like a slow meteor, it left the space station in low-Earth orbit and headed towards Prospero’s atmosphere and surface: At this moment, it is blocked in the deadly vacuum environment and space radiation, and Among the dozens of Astartes warriors, there was only Magnus' thin soul shield.

The steel platform carrying the two Primarchs and dozens of high-level legions fell straight to the surface of Prospero in an absolutely suicidal attitude, and countless pairs of eyes watched the psionic shield The shell burns at the most violent friction.

First sparks flickered, then crimson flames accompanied by invisible smoke, and then, in the blink of an eye, the entire platform turned into a fiery, pure white to dazzling meteor, in Prosper Speeding through Luo's atmosphere, even the Primarch's psionic shield was blurred by the enormous pressure and increasing speed.

But this did not affect Magnus's interest at all. A steady stream of psionic energy flowed out from his fingertips, replenishing the psionic shield that was constantly being eaten away, and the Primarch of the Thousand Sons was loose. His face: He has obviously done this countless times, and the fear and caution have long since faded away, leaving only the arrogance and pride of a child playing a superb trick.

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, and her slightly pursed mouth was ready to spit out a well-crafted spell at any time, which could teleport everyone present to her battleship at the moment when this crazy trick was played off.

In a place that Magnus couldn't see proudly, the Spider Queen's face was frosty at this time, she looked at those Magnus who calmly watched the storm and flames that could tear them apart, but did not panic at all Sons, guess how many times they have experienced or enjoyed this way of travel.

But soon, Morgan's gaze was taken away by another group: the Dawnbreakers stood beside the Thousand Sons warriors, their faces transformed by the whimpering wind and raging fire beyond their psychic shields. They were extremely pale, but even so, everyone still stood upright. In their faces and postures, except for the pale complexion, there was absolutely no trace that could shame their genetic mother.

They don't look like they need to worry: so Morgan thought.

But just before the thoughts flowed through her head, her hands were raised.

Accompanied by the silent spellcasting, a blue shield that clearly symbolized the Lord of the Second Legion appeared, and it fused with the Magnus spiritual shield, bringing those pale faces back to life again.

Magnus watched this scene, his face instinctively became displeased, showing the anger of being questioned and provoked, but when he followed Morgan's gaze and looked at Dawnbreaker, the Crimson King looked the most The momentary anger dissipated, and he smiled at Morgan, whispering softly.

"You can tell them that there is no need to worry, I know it well."

[Not everyone can calmly face such unknown power, Magnus, most people will instinctively look for known peace of mind. 】

Morgan's words made Magnus frowned, and he agreed with this sentence with a kind of incomprehensible sadness.

"That's the tragedy of the world, isn't it?"

Then, as if to show off and prove his point, Magnus only supported the psionic shield with one hand, while his other hand snapped his fingers, accompanied by a crisp sound, The countless clouds in front of them were violently pierced through a deep and straight passage, as if it was an express passage opened for this crazy steel meteor.

Everyone plunged in, but within a short while, they could vaguely see the figure of Tizca City, as well as the continuous desert and ocean around it.

Until the entire steel platform, under the protection of the spiritual energy shield, smashed straight through Prospero's atmosphere, until the friction between the fast speed and the air caused continuous flame whirlwinds to appear around the spiritual energy shield, Magnus looked at the blood relative beside him who [struggled] to keep calm, and showed a smug smile.

"As I said, Morgan, Tizca is the perfect city, and it would be the purest waste and profanity if we only viewed it from the ground."

"As for those Thunderhawks and Stormbirds, although they can dock in mid-air, they can only close all their sights in steel, which is of course not a good choice."

"So, I chose this way to show you the most wonderful landscape."

Before the words fell, the entire steel platform pierced through the last layer of cumulus clouds, and came straight to the sky above Tizca City. Magnus waved his hand casually, and a strange and huge air current brought a strong wind , causing everyone to stagnate at an altitude of [-] meters and slowly fall.

"Look! Everyone!"

"Come on! Everyone!"

"Treasure the beauty in front of you! Because every second now will become the most glorious fragment in your life, and it is worth recalling to the end of time and the world!"

The Crimson King turned around and opened his arms. As the undisputed king and ruler of the world under his feet, he welcomed every visitor. The State fighters couldn't help but look at the magnificent landscape thousands of meters away from their feet.

Magnus was not lying. When he looked at Tizca or even Prospero from such a high place, even the most well-informed people would definitely not be able to suppress the shock and amazement in their hearts.

As the home planet of the Thousand Sons Legion, Prospero is not a rich or lush world. Most of the landscapes here are endless deserts or calm oceans. A few cities are scattered here and there. Next to the oasis.

But there is only one exception, and that is Tizica, the capital of the planet, the greatest and most glorious [City of Light].

It is located among the mountains, and on the other side is the vast expanse of Prospero, on which even a whole naval fleet can sail.

Just like its nickname, Tizca is a city bathed in light. All the buildings in this city, even those factories and the old town built in the early years, have a unique aesthetic of both practicality and order. , those snow-white, sky-high pyramids are the undisputed heart of the city, reflecting the sun's radiance without ceasing, enveloping Magnus' beloved homeland in a hazy, mythical In the general illusion.

With these huge and gorgeous buildings as the core and starting point, the entire city is planned in a radial pattern. The psionic collection array responsible for the city's operation is dotted with obsidian obelisks engraved with runes, extending all the way to the coast. On an unprecedentedly prosperous seaport.

Like the sun, like a stamen, like shining bright eyes: Magnus did not brag, Tizca is a city that cannot be seen from the ground, and its greatest aesthetics can only be seen at an altitude of [-] meters. Can really take in everything in a glance.

Whether Thousand Sons or Dawnbreakers, all Astartes were greedily watching the scene in front of them, because the ground that was getting closer and closer was silently declaring that they were about to lose this most dreamy moment.

And beside Morgan's ear, Magnus's proud words flowed endlessly, wishing to grind every brick and tile of this city into powder and pour it into the ears of his blood relatives.

"Look, Morgan, the place where the pyramids stand is the downtown area of ​​Tizca. Before I came, it was just a barren land. I personally planned the construction of this urban area, planning every plant and tree. , and this perfect radial pattern: because from the moment I decided to start construction, I knew clearly that one day, I would fly to the sky to see this city that belongs to me.”

"Then, the Pyramid of Light, my private sanctuary, I will entertain you there. I have prepared a lot of surprises, and there are a few gifts that will definitely satisfy you."

"Look at that, the great city library of Tizca, the most important academic center in Prospero, one day, I will make these prepositions into the whole empire and the whole galaxy!"

"Those pyramids that are second only to the Great Pyramid of Light are school pyramids, each of which represents a school, and there lives the child I am most proud of."

"That mysterious square, I landed there in the first place."

"The Sesturian Canal, one of the projects I directed personally, didn't use even a single bit of extra manpower, and it relied on my spiritual power from beginning to end."

"And there, that's the Azure Zone, with the Tizka Orbital Transfer Yard connected to the Orbital Space Station. We can actually get down there, but then we won't be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of us."

"And there..."

Like a child showing off the sandcastle he built with his own hands, Magnus stood beside Morgan, pointing at the glorious buildings under his feet, wantonly venting some desire in his heart: Showing off Tizca to his blood relatives, Magnus has long wanted to do this.

He was full of enthusiasm, he talked endlessly, and his every word and every thought was encouraged by Morgan's shining eyes: his blood relatives did not speak, but her eyes were shining with envy and silk. Even those pupils of admiration are enough to make the Primarch's heart float among the clouds.

In the midst of the most wonderful scenery and the most greedy enjoyment, the spotless steel platform protected by the spiritual energy shield just landed on the square in the center of Tizca. Everyone on the platform, except Morgan, Feeling unfulfilled to some extent about this trip.

As soon as they landed, they were surrounded by endless cheers: the Tizcans saw the steel platform falling from the sky early in the morning, but they didn't panic at all, but gathered together excitedly, facing their Prospero. The king saluted and cheered.

Magnus smiled. He gently raised his hand, setting off wave after wave of enthusiasm in the crowd. It wasn't until the Thousand Sons and Spire Guards who maintained order arrived that the Primarch slowed down in cheers. He left slowly, took his blood relatives and his heirs, and went straight to the Great Pyramid of Light not far away.

And just when they were about to arrive at the mysterious residence of the Primarch, a group of people separated at a fork in the road: Most of the Thousand Sons Warriors and Dawnbreakers were not blessed to have a glimpse of the mysterious Great Pyramid of Light. Naturally, they had special personnel to receive them, and to appreciate the scenery of Prospero.

At the end of the avenue where at least [-] sons of Magnus lined up to welcome him, Morgan looked at his son, groped for a while, and pointed to the Chief Psychic Master of the Third Fleet, who was also her temporary chief think tank.

【Zosimus, come with me. 】

[Marshall, Bayar, my team and legion, I will leave it to you. 】

The two knights stood up to take orders, and Magnus also looked at his heirs. Without any further hesitation, he waved to his former mentor Amon.

And when Magnus was thinking about whether to bring Asawa, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy: it came from Morgan beside him. With this wave of spiritual energy, Ma Gnus's gaze gradually shifted to the side.

Ahriman stood there, and cast a fiery gaze like a flame in the direction of the two Primarchs: beside him, before he knew it, Dawnbreakers had already surrounded him.

When Magnus was happy, he waved to his child.

"You come along, Ahriman."

"Asawa, Barek, I will leave it to you to entertain the guests."

Just like that, under the regretful gazes of the Dawnbreakers, Ahriman's figure suddenly disappeared behind the backs of the two Primarchs.

"...Tsk."

Among the Dawnbreakers, Bayal shook his head unwillingly. With a sigh, he looked around casually among the Thousand Sons Warriors, and the Terra veterans of the Thousand Sons Legion recognized him. Behind the faces, everyone turned their faces away in panic, avoiding looking directly at the murderous god.

But Barek is fearless, this rare and good-tempered character among the sons of Magnus, the future commander of the Fifth Company and the lecturer of the Tianxiao School, has an undeniable look on his face. With a smile, he came in front of a group of dawn breakers.

He was silent for a while, and then slowly made a suggestion.

"……have a drink?"

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"I was distressed once, Morgan."

"There was a moment when I received your letter that I was really troubled. There are so many miracles of Prospero, which one should I show you first, they are all so perfect and beautiful. precious."

Like any building owned by the Thousand Sons Legion, Magnus's private Great Pyramid of Light is filled with an aura of mysticism: Although Morgan has not really walked into it, she can still walk outside. Just smell the smell of change and exploration.

"So, I decided to play some interesting games."

On the side, Magnus showed a rather smug smile, and slowly drew circles with his fingers in mid-air. Next, a set of looming Tarot cards appeared in the broad palm of the Primarch , was revealed by him in front of Morgan.

"Draw one, sister, each of them changes randomly, let fate determine our next browsing order, this is the fairest and most interesting."

Morgan smiled, she didn't refuse the proposal, but when her finger stretched out to the tarot card, the Spider Queen couldn't help asking a question.

【Do you always put fate on your lips?Magnus? 】

"Why not?"

"After all, fate always favors me."

Magnus raised his head, as if he was telling a piece of common sense that everyone knows.

"Well, now, let me see... TheChariot."

"The chariot."

"……It is interesting."

Accompanied by the Crimson King's soft emotion and admiration, the flickering psychic brilliance swallowed five people in the blink of an eye, and then transported them to a rather dark room full of metallic smells. Focusing on the platform in the center of the room, the heavy curtain obviously shrouded some huge monster.

"This is a new thing, and it was brought to Prospero not long ago."

Humming a happy tune, the Primarch strode forward and pulled back the thick curtain, revealing the Man of Steel below without reservation in front of everyone.

"How, Morgan?"

"You can recognize it, right?"

【certainly……】

[This is... an intelligent control robot? 】

"correct answer."

Magnus patted the ping-pong steel shell in a showy manner. He didn't enter any password or current, but just snapped his fingers casually, and the huge steel killing machine echoed loudly. His electronic eyes flashed blue light, the bolter and the huge powered claws creaked, and amidst those clumsy movements, there was actually a hint of agility that only intelligent creatures can exist.

"Fortress-type intelligent control machine soldier, but I prefer to call it the sad type, because this is a new model that belongs to the Thousand Sons Legion, and it is the product of our cooperation with a forging world."

The low praises of the Astartes came from behind her ears, but Morgan, who was frowning tightly, was observing another thing. She carefully looked at the intelligent control machine soldier walking around in front of her, Recalling the scene just now.

[How...how did you activate it, Magnus? 】

"Psionic power."

The Crimson King smiled. He walked up to his blood relative, put his arms around his shoulders, and triumphantly told the secret in a low voice.

"This is a new product, Morgan, a new product that only belongs to the Thousand Sons Legion."

"Generally speaking, the core of this kind of intelligent control machine is the intelligent control core system, which allows it to follow fixed personnel or code actions, but this one is different."

"It doesn't have the core code of intelligent control."

"Instead, there is a unique psionic control matrix, and..."

Magnus, who was full of smiles, spat out a lot of technical terms word by word, and although Morgan didn't have any more in-depth research on all of them, she still heard a problem.

[These...should belong to...the design of technological heresy, right? 】

"Don't question it, my blood relatives."

Magnus smiled, his smile as confident and pure as ever.

"This is technological heresy. Every layer of design under the shell has elements of so-called technological heresy, but what does it matter?"

"We have been experimenting for a long time. Psychic power can completely control this kind of weapon. The so-called technological heresy is just a one-sided opinion of those incompetent and conservative, just like they condemn the greatness of psionic power."

"In other words, there is no technical heresy in this world at all, but knowledge that has not yet been understood and mastered, and is feared and cursed by those ignorant people."

Magnus caressed this special robot, and the confidence in his pupils made Morgan swallow his own words.

And the next moment, the Crimson King looked at his blood relative again, and he blinked.

"Do you want to?"

【……Um? 】

"As a gift."

Magnus smiled and knocked on the shell of the intelligent control robot, making a crisp sound.

"I can't give more, but a symbolic one is still no problem."

Morgan's face froze for a moment, and her mind turned.

【Then...】

【Then respect is worse than obedience. 】

The next moment, Magnus' laughter resounded throughout the room. He put his arms around Morgan's shoulders affectionately, and took out the deck of tarot cards again.

"Come on, draw again."

"I can assure you, my blood relatives."

"Each of the remaining items is good enough to shock you. Compared with my real treasure, this intelligent control machine soldier in front of us is still too ordinary."

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【...Ah, I'll wait and see...】

(End of this chapter)