Emperor's Bane

Chapter 203 Magnus' Gift

"I actually have a question that I've always wanted to ask you, Apocalypse."

"Individual number two, Morgan, is your only female heir, the one you have chosen to be in charge of the Second Legion, the one you have given the only worldly privileges and encouragement to."

"Which side of you did she inherit from you?"

Even though he had expected it, this question would bring the kind of hateful smile on the Emperor's face that he didn't want to see.

But even so, he asked the question.

Even the handprinter has genuine curiosity.

More than 6000 years of time may have wiped out too many elements of human nature in Macado, but the only thing that exists in the blurred boundary between human nature and animal nature, is the instinctive fear of the unknown and darkness, and the helplessness. The repressed desire to explore, the contradictory twins, still tenaciously survive in the palm printer's heart.

Because of this, when the subspace voyage across half of the solar star field did not allow him to deduce the correct answer or the answer that was enough to satisfy him with the help of memory and knowledge, Ma Kado finally couldn't suppress his desire to solve the puzzle.

So, when he and the lord of mankind gathered on the terrace of the palace again, when all the golden guards and attendants had a safe enough space away from them.When they had a panoramic view of the buildings surrounding the foot of the palace, hidden in the gray building smoke.

Machado, the handprinter, turned his head slightly, looked at his lord, and looked at the human apocalypse.

He asked questions, out of doubts and anxiety in his heart.

And the Emperor, and Apocalypse, just smiled.

As he expected, he smiled.

It was not a sudden smile after being stunned and bewildered, nor was it a hypocritical mask suppressing anger and embarrassment in the heart, it was the most cunning smile, a kind of smile that started early and waited for the other party to slow down Slowly walking into a trap, with a hunter-like smile.

It appeared on the Emperor's face, in the soft heart that the Lord of Humanity would only occasionally reveal when he was most relaxed and comfortable: Frankly speaking, Malcador was actually unwilling to face this kind of smile, because This will undoubtedly interfere with his thinking and positioning of the emperor's thoughts in his heart, thus destroying their cold thinking when facing many things.

But he didn't stop it either, for the Handprinter well remembered that it had been dozens of Terra standard years since he had last seen such a smile on the Emperor's face.

This time, let Tianqi be more casual.

Even the infinitely radiant Lord of Humanity in front of him should be a little tired.

Thinking of this, Malcador loosened his always tense face, closed his eyes that hadn't rested for a long time, and quietly listened to the autonomous words from human beings, with triumphant blooms blooming around him.

【I've been waiting for this question from you, old friend. 】

【Ever since our fleet passed through the Betangamon galaxy, or even earlier, I have been anxiously waiting for your words, Macado, I have to say, you are much more patient than I imagined . 】

【For a moment, I was even worried about this, I was worried that you would figure this out and wouldn't discuss it with me anymore. 】

"..."

[But now it seems that my worry seems unnecessary. 】

"..."

【You know, old friend, I... oh, well...】

"..."

【Stop looking at me like that, Macado, I just said it. 】

When this voice came, a trace of happiness that was enough to make him feel relaxed finally flashed in the palm printer's heart: Sure enough, facing the apocalypse, sometimes you can't be completely obedient and caring.

And when the traces of that smile disappeared little by little on Malcador's face, the emperor's golden pupils finally flickered again.

The Lord of Humanity watched quietly, looking at the squads of the Forbidden Army who were patrolling back and forth in the courtyard and corridors under their feet. He looked at them, and a trace of love and pride flashed in his bright pupils: just like a craftsman watching Just looking at his proudest work.

In this silent gaze, the emperor's omnipotent will finally detected the fleeting ease and comfort in Malcador's heart.

until this moment.Only in his heart did the Lord of Humanity really laugh.

His one and only old friend, who had been at work for some time, long enough even for the Emperor to find it cruel, had finally given the Handmarker time to relax.

Even if only for a moment.

In this way, the tacit understanding of the old friends who cared for each other, after being quiet for a while, waiting for the other party to come out of the rest, the Lord of Humanity slowly raised this topic again.

[Old friend, do you want to ask my daughter?my morgan? 】

"……Oh."

Malcador was silent for a while, and then sighed in a kind of malicious emotion, seemingly belatedly.

"So you know, you can call her that."

【…】

【cough. 】

The human lord who had just turned his head to look at his old friend had no choice but to shift his gaze to those diligent golden guards again.

After a while, the emperor spoke slowly.

[Before that, I actually have a question to ask you, old friend.Why do you care so much about individual number two? 】

"..."

He seems to be sighing, but also seems to be expressing a kind of dissatisfaction with knowingly asking.

"If your memory has not been smashed to pieces by your great plans, Apocalypse, then I think you should remember that I accompanied you through all the casting plans of the Primarch. The existence stolen from the book, which does not exist in any conception and rational cognition of mortals, how under our witness and step-by-step operation, they have this picture that they are now able to walk in the world without being feared by any mortals appearance."

"With you and me, we saw with our own eyes how those [children] changed, shaped, and grew up, and we made sure they didn't end up in the worst possible future, until that accident happened to our career, because Folly born out of unnecessary compassion."

[Stop talking about it, old friend. 】

"Okay, I know, I know that you are always like this, you always like to avoid things that you can solve, but you are no longer willing to face, as if doing this, you can let those most beautiful images appear in your eyes If you keep the same in your heart forever, you can turn your expectations of them into their true appearance and heart."

"I didn't want to nag anymore, but like I said, Apocalypse, like you have been thinking about that thing called [Warmaster], why do you always want to bring it back to the world again? Is it once Lesson, could it be that the Tower of Babel..."

【Macado, please...】

The Emperor's voice interrupted the Pawprinter's chatter with a humility, something even more pathetic than humility, that no one could go any further to chill their hearts.

"..."

The handprinter sighed.

He could never refuse the Emperor's whispers, these other pleas.

"Okay, let's move on to this serious matter."

The handprinter blinked his eyes, and his old and muddy pupils became clear again, no less than any well-educated sage, and no less than any junior who had a good age. In the pupils that are enough to help the Lord of Humanity grasp the entire Galaxy Empire, there are fragments and emotions of the palm printer about the past.

"As I said just now, Tianqi, I have witnessed the birth of each of your children, and I have participated in every bit of this grand plan. This is one of the few things that can make me feel proud and gratified. Let me slowly reminisce about that period of time in the dark night."

I'm even proud to call myself every Primarch's other father, or another mother. "

"But, as you know, Apocalypse."

"There's only one, and I can't do that."

"There is only one, and I am absent."

[...Morgan. 】

"After she was polluted, you excluded all of us from your private laboratory. I couldn't see the second original until you declared that you completed most of her transformation and redemption. body, but by that time, I didn't recognize her anymore."

"And, when you had that unsatisfactory communication with No. [-], I was watching you all the time, watching every move of No. [-]'s original body, trying to see her soul and inner body as clearly as possible. .”

"She's weird, Apocalypse."

"She's weird."

"What the hell did you do to her?"

【…】

The emperor's silence was longer than Malcador had imagined. He put one hand on the marble railings decorated with gold, looking at the bloated buildings on the horizon that were gradually being swallowed up in the gray clouds.

His brows and eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something deeply and making choices.

But in the end, when he turned around again, he still answered the question in Malcador's mind: a partial answer.

[Do you still remember those chess games we played before?Old friends, before we started this expedition, we used to play, that game after game. 】

[Those games that have neither beginning nor end, no one will win. 】

【We just grab those chess pieces and measure every possible position they may land in each game, but there are some chess pieces that we can never catch. 】

[It's like NO.11, every time, he will be inexplicably damaged in the middle of the chess game, so we have to put it aside. 】

[But you know, old friend, not only No. 11, in many duels, No. [-] is also the one that is often damaged, or in other words, among the many games we have played, only once, Number two will always exist on the board. 】

[And if I remember correctly, that time, you were in charge of it? 】

【Do you remember what it looked like? 】

"……certainly."

"Cobwebs and Mirrors."

A few traces of the past flashed in Malcador's pupils: Of course he couldn't forget the chess piece named No. [-], after all, the decoration on it was so weird that people couldn't forget it after just one glance.

Cobwebs, mirrors.

Macado remembered.

It was a spider's web, not very, very large, but very delicate, perhaps from the hand of the most skilled predator.

From any angle, that spider web has a kind of symmetry that cannot be tolerated by the laws of nature. Every thread of it is shining brightly, it is thousands of strands of silver thread, weaved into a Zhang Tianluodiwang.

But what impresses the most is that in the voids formed by the intersecting silver lights, there is no longer icy air, but one after another like lakes in spring, sometimes quiet, sometimes clear, sometimes Fluctuating, sometimes blurry...

Mirror.

Spider webs are so delicate.

There are so many threads.

There are so many mirrors.

It was as if everyone who faced this combination would be peeped into every corner of their hearts.

"...So, is this the answer to the question?"

Looking at the slowly frowning brows of the handprinter, the face of the Lord of Humanity finally became serious again. His fingers slapped a rhythmic nameless song on the railing, in a calm, An unconsciously convincing voice answered this question.

[Yes, Macado. 】

[As you know, each of my children inherits a part of me, but this inheritance is not single, each of them is complex, with various attributes and colors, but on their bodies, generally speaking, only one color is the most gorgeous. 】

[A child of mine, he may be a unparalleled dueling champion, he may also become a psychic who knows the world, or he may observe this cruel world with the eyes of art and aesthetics: these things can exist in one person at the same time They just need to wait for their own choices. 】

[Morgan is like this. 】

【She inherited a part of my soul, and under my deliberate arrangement, a part of you, my old friend, you can regard her as your projection in the Primarch. 】

[And on top of that, I gave her some extra choices, but it seems like she ended up choosing the most subtle side of what I gave her. 】

[This side is powerless, but this side is the most powerful. 】

【You know, Macado, in me, everyone will see the shadow of what they expect, the accumulation of various factors and options. 】

[I don't like this power, but it really helped me a lot, and now, this ability has been inherited by my daughter, she can also show the most beautiful and dreamy side in front of everyone, especially Her blood brothers, they were the part most affected by this. 】

[When my other children and my daughter spend a long period of time in cooperation and friendship, so that they can indeed tolerate each other's presence, work and move forward together, in their eyes, Morgan will become their heart The one they desire the most will become the one they subconsciously need the most. 】

[For a marshal who coordinates the war, she may be a trustworthy chief of staff who is not envious of glory and wealth, and who is enough to share life and death with him. 】

[For those so-called sages who want to show off their knowledge, she may be a quiet listener who possesses corresponding knowledge and is appreciated. 】

[And in front of those lonely people who are unwilling to meet the challenge and yearn for answers and guidance in their hearts, she may also become arrogant and uneasy, forcibly dragging people in the shadows to in the sun. 】

[But anyway, Macado, I hope you can remember this. 】

[This kind of influence is not the basis for my daughter to act recklessly, it is also the invisible sharp blade that will restrain her silently and change her. 】

[When she has been with a brother for a long enough time, when she gradually adapts and transforms into the most perfect partner in her brother's eyes, when she has been with a brother for too long, say more than ten years Or in decades, she will be affected slowly. 】

【She will really become disrespectful to Rongli. 】

【She will really become admirable. 】

【She will really change, and she will start to move towards light and justice. 】

【Maybe she is still unaware of this happening, maybe she will be complacent about her dominant position among her brothers. 】

[But it's okay. 】

[Because change is two-way. 】

[Yes, it really exists. 】

[Although this change may not bring about the best result in the end, it will indeed do me a favor now, and it will indeed allow me to remove an unnecessary part of my numerous plans that I don't need to care about. 】

【And this is the task I entrusted to Morgan, it is my expectation for my daughter, it is an ordinary one of the many goals I created her, and it is also the path I choose for her. 】

【She is a gift. 】

[Macado. 】

【Morgan, she is my gift to my children. 】

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"..."

"Wait, Apocalypse."

"According to what you say, then in fact, Jonson's side...?"

【Yes. 】

[As you think now, old friend. 】

【I won't let Morgan stay in the First Legion. Even if Jonson finally speaks up, I won't let her stay. That's the most shameful wasteful act. 】

【Jonson has held that gift for too long. 】

[Now, everything is over. 】

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"You are like a gift, my dearest blood relative."

"A gift that fate entrusted to me."

Only the Primarch, who is in high spirits, can temporarily describe the current state of a thousand words: Magnus's red skin is becoming more and more red because of his happy mood, as if it is a kind of refined After the copper metal.

Along with his happiness, the majestic cloak behind Magnus, composed of the bright feathers of a proud bird of prey, poured down like a waterfall. With the help of the ingenious layout and materials of the Pyramid of Light, Pross The increasingly lowering sunlight above Pero shines on the cloak through those seemingly tight, but actually one-way transparent strange glass, making Magnus seem like a proud scholar walking in the sun.

The Primarch was striding forward at this time, leading the team. His enthusiastic attitude and repeated words did not stop for a moment. After that somewhat different trip through the mirror, Magnus took himself His blood relatives visited almost every room and every corner of the Great Pyramid of Light, wantonly displaying his knowledge achievements and research discoveries over the past few decades, and ninety-nine percent of the content came from the According to Magnus, the most comfortable and peaceful subspace.

In the words of the Primarch of the Thousand Sons, although there is no complex thinking and advanced ideology in the subspace, it contains all kinds of treasures and relics that the galaxy has accumulated over billions of years , and some of the fragments of the ether that wandered in it, which may bring benefits or may bring dangers, almost acting on instinct.

He himself studied these things, thus solving the problem that plagued the entire legion back then.

"Since then, Qianzi's pursuit of knowledge has been unstoppable."

"We have also found that there is the best way for the future of mankind."

"And now, we are experimenting with it, and we are making those things that only exist in the dreams of the world become reality, become the future, and become a wonderful truth that is within reach."

"Right in front of your eyes, Morgan."

"Look around."

"Look at all of this, look at my Prospero, one day, what I do here will affect the entire galaxy, affect the future 1 years, 2 years, or even longer years."

"As long as human civilization lasts, as long as one of the Emperor's people lives and breathes, they will never forget what I have done for them, and what I and my children have done at this very moment .”

"I know it may sound presumptuous, Morgan, but Prospero is the proof of it all."

"Look at it, and see what splendor the whole city is bathing in, and you will understand my ambitions and dreams."

Magnus shouted loudly, and with the happiest mood, at the last moment of this visit, he brought his blood relatives to the highest terrace of the Great Pyramid of Light, where they could easily You can see the entire city of Tizca, you can see the black shadows cast by the distant mountains and the acropolis in the low sunlight, and you can also see tens of millions of Magnus people, walking on the streets. Up and down, bustling.

Magnus has never brought anyone here. Since the establishment of the Great Pyramid of Light, this is the private corner where the Primarch appreciates his kingdom, even his most beloved heirs, even Ahriman and Amon , at this moment, can only stay at the foot of the Great Pyramid, waiting, waiting for the Primarch and his blood relatives to enjoy the most wonderful scenery.

Yes, Morgan was the first visitor to this private realm of Magnus.

Although the number of times they meet is still very small, this does not prevent Magnus from thinking that this is a unique psychic blood relative, this Primarch unearthed by the Thousand Sons Legion, this is related to him and his Legion, in the dark, is a character who has a fetter of fate, can leave a strong mark in his heart, and accumulate a good impression that makes him smile.

Because on this day, Magnus did what he had always dreamed of: he welcomed a blood relative, a blood relative worthy of admiration, a quiet person with the knowledge corresponding to him, who made people feel happy. appreciative listener.

He led this blood relative, this true wise man, to watch the city of Tizca and come to his great pyramid of light.Browse through his pride and writings.

He had long wanted to do it.

He has long wanted to see those eyes of understanding and those eyes of the same wisdom, and he has long wanted to bathe in the recognition and in-depth analysis of what he did and his cynicism.

And Morgan gave all of these to Magnus. Although she didn't always talk and cater to her, through the windows of her soul, the Primarch could see the recognition in her eyes.
He didn't even expect more than that.

On the other side, Morgan was just doing what she did the most today, letting her pupils move slowly along with Magnus' words. She was a little shocked when she saw those things at first, but by now, she has long been numb things.

She wanted to grab the guardrail, but it was impossible: because her hands were clasping something that Magnus would hold her after each landscape or so-called intellectual discovery. It will be given to her, the accumulation of gifts one by one.

day down.This blood relative also gave her a lot of things.

A crown: it is inlaid with a bright ruby, Morgan has never seen such a big gem, and the material of the crown is also visible to the naked eye. Strength has achieved an astonishing growth in the spiritual field.

He even swears in Prospero's name that after wearing this crown, Morgan can even suppress some things in the minds of those other blood brothers.

A book: A copy of the great book that brings together all of Magnus's painstaking efforts and knowledge. It is also the most special of these copies, because it is updated in real time.

Whenever Magnus updated the book in his hand, the copy in Morgan's hand would also have the latest fragments. Obviously, Magnus wanted to have a deeper and longer connection with his blood relatives.

A roll of blueprints: the city of Tizca planned above, the Great Pyramid of Light planned, and the general idea of ​​some other buildings and things, some of which have already been realized on Prospero, and some of them are just in the mind of Markus great ambitions.

This was the only thing Morgan wanted to show some desire. Magnus didn't put them in the gift originally, but after seeing Morgan's eyes, he gladly gave them.

At this very moment, Morgan was hugging them, overlooking every plant and tree in Tizka City from the highest point.

She sees:

She saw hundreds of her brood roaming the city, Legion psykers who had come to see what she had ordered.

She saw countless so-called guardian elves flying around every corner of the city. They marked and divided the territory, and [playing] amidst the laughter of the Thousand Sons.

She saw it, she saw the cyan smoke, which was covering the entire city of Tizca at this moment.Each wisp of the smoke symbolizes a psyker, or a bloodline that will become a psyker in the future.

She saw the smoke.She lightly lit: one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, more...

Soon, Morgan gave up this unnecessary effort, because she clearly discovered that the entire city, whether it was Astartes warriors or mortals, or those children, as well as those unborn blood, seemed to have nothing to do with it. Intentionally being led to the other side of psionic energy.

There is no doubt that in those future eras, the proportion of psykers will increase.

Maybe just a few hundred years from now.Every bloodline descended from this city will be a psyker: it's just that the power among them is different.

this time.Even Morgan had to turn his head slowly and looked at Magnus with a heavy heart.

But apparently her heaviness was thought to be something else, the cause of the Primarch's proud grin.

"It's a big job, Morgan."

"I'm very happy that you can actually see it. You know, even most of my descendants cannot understand my grand blueprint from the depths of their hearts."

"I admit it to you. This is just one part of my countless plans. It may come true in the future, or it may become a bubble that cannot be realized, but it doesn't matter. At this moment, I am working hard for it."

"I am making the whole of Tizca, and even the whole of Prospero, embrace the power of the warp and psionics."

"Food, water, even houses and the air that people breathe, from the very beginning to the present scale: they are all affected by psionic energy, and are quietly introduced into Prospero through various methods. In human blood."

"This is a great attempt, my blood relatives. If it succeeds, I will start an artificial spiritual awakening, and I will let the power of the subspace be fully displayed and manifested in every emperor's people."

"One day, Prospero will be what I dreamed it would be, a bridge between the warp and the real universe, a unique place across the veil, and each of its people a great ritual As a part of it, they will all have their own guardian elves and a path to subspace."

"At that time, they will all see the real light of the future in the subspace, understand the endless exploration and wisdom in my heart, and understand the real future of mankind."

"Then, they will set off and serve as my envoys to all parts of the galaxy. After the Great Crusade, there will be an unprecedented era of construction and psychic power."

"Belongs to the era of subspace."

　If you see that it is not finished, it is the result of my operation error, just refresh it

　　
　
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