Emperor's Bane

Chapter 206 The Soul Drinker and the Endless One

[Reza. 】

[A very famous world. 】

[As early as when I was a mere mortal, I heard about its reputation, its strength, bravery, pioneering spirit, and ambition. 】

[Thinking about it at the time, these words did not seem to be essentially different, and they could also be applied to boasting about any world. 】

[But now, when I am no longer a mortal, when I can see as equals with any existence in the galaxy, I just discovered that such a striking forging world: it really deserves these evaluations, and it really deserves With such boasting and attention, it is enough to make anyone calm down and think about the related possibilities of bribery, solicitation and threats. 】

【Therefore, I will meet it, I will meet the envoy from Reza, and use the most formal ceremony, the longest time, and the highest priority attitude to listen to its words and accept its goodwill and conspiracy. 】

[I will do this. 】

[And now, there is at most one Terra Standard Time before Reza's envoy officially arrives. 】

[You know what that means. 】

[This means that you only have at most one Terra standard time, six ten minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds, to convince me, to touch my cold heart, to make me turn a blind eye to your pitiful little archaeological career. 】

[Let me tolerate a humble alien bastard, so that he can linger on in my soul's vision. 】

[Let me forget the past and not punish you for your shameless actions of defrauding, using, and squandering my property. 】

[Although you are just an alien, a sad creature without a soul, and the afterimage of a long-dead race, I think that your only remaining thoughts should be able to hear my words clearly, understand my meaning, and know my words. emotions and standards. 】

【So. 】

【Now. 】

[Let's speak. 】

[I agree. 】

[Sergeant Traasin. 】

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The Queen of the Second Legion is entrenched on her silver throne, which is her favorite place recently. She always likes to sit in that extraordinarily cold and uncomfortable snow-colored alloy, condescendingly looking at everyone. one person.

The nature and arrogance from her genes, invisibly, taught the Primarch the rules of using the scepter and the throne, and how to properly stand above the heads and souls of all people, in her own domain , establishing violence, rules and power.

It's not difficult.

When Morgan realized that she needed to become the queen of legions and countless worlds, she found the knowledge to become a king from her blood, and in the next second, she turned into the epitome of countless tyrants and iron fists.

This is the Emperor's gift to all genetic offspring, and the birthright of every mortal demigod.

Born to be kings, they deserve to have everything they want from their world, sitting high on the throne of will, authority, and sanctity: the moment they realize this is the moment when they are alone.

The only difference is that the kingdoms of each emperor's heir have different shapes and are not the same. They may be prosperous, they may be lonely, they may be cold and windy, or they may be smoky.

As for Morgan, she has not yet found her own kingdom and territory, but this does not prevent her from having an invisible crown, allowing her to look down on the only courtier in the room.

This falsely named [subject], this visitor with malicious intentions, this soulless iron body who hides his appearance, truth and thoughts under a thick hood, looks calm, alien Offal.

Morgan has felt its existence and breath very early: as early as when she reunited with her legion, as early as when her will first swept across the Dawnbreaker Legion, she was in the ocean of soul, Saw a lot of interesting things.

A lot of pupils in a daze, mixed with anticipation: it's nothing.

A few strands are lonely and arrogant, like timid young animals baring their fangs: she is not surprised.

A few tedious whispers gathered in an inconspicuous corner, constantly chanting [Hydra Sovereign] in a low voice: within reason.

But the last one, the most eye-catching one, the guy who doesn't even have his own soul, in Morgan's memory, constantly lures her property to some of the most dangerous places, and even occupies Morgan's son privately thieves of the fruits of their labour.

This is a bit too much.

It's like putting a rat-eyed rodent into a room full of fragile and expensive china dolls, and no one can stand it.

Morgan didn't get angry immediately, she had a ray of will to monitor this malicious lurker, and spent most of her energy on sorting out the trivial matters of the legion, and such days lasted for several days in one breath. moon.

Until the fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion left Prospero, until the thief named Sergeant Traasin actually found a suitable reason and swaggered to the [North Star], he already knew what it was. The Morgan of Hewu finally decided to dismiss his attendants and summoned this [son].

It's time to open the sunroof and speak up.

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Despite his preparations, Morgan subconsciously frowned when the thick hood was pulled away by itself.

What appeared in front of her was a simple but strange face, it was ordinary enough to be submerged in the sparsest crowd, but it was also very special: when anyone saw this face, would subconsciously see it as the face of an Astartes warrior.

Undoubtedly the top camouflage in the galaxy, enough to fool any seasoned Terran veteran.

However, this is still not enough when facing a Primarch.

At the first glance, Morgan saw through the flawless face, and saw something under the skin and flesh woven with quantum and special fibers: it was a skeleton, a gray-black cold skull, it Some are tall and thin, and the eye sockets are glowing with bright green light, but other than that, they have a shocking similarity to the human skull.

A disgust that could be called fear came to Morgan, and she took a second to breathe heavily, suppressing the desire to blast the blasphemous body to death.

She was silent, tense, and frowning as she watched [Sergeant Traasin] moving unhurriedly under the steps: it first took off the heavy cloak on its body, and then moved the rusty cloak. A bright green light flickered on its exposed sternum until the first mechanical cry came from his iron-gray [head].

"My apologies, my dear lady."

It reached Morgan's ears. Surprisingly, the language spoken by this distorted creature was not as unbearable as she imagined. , heard a few traces of humanity, as if their owner was a villain in a suit and leather shoes, a blood-handed thug with noble cultivation.

And this only made Morgan's brows furrowed more and more. Every moment, she was overcoming the desire to completely crush the person in front of her.

But as if he didn't see Morgan's frown, [Sergeant Traasin] took care of himself slowly, and then saluted leisurely: its etiquette does not belong to any known Culture, but still has obvious conservation and heritage.

"If the thousand-changing mask and body I borrowed from the Overlord Amenhopt have caused you panic, then please accept my apologies again: this time, for the sake of the poor Overlord Amenhopt And apologise."

"Its invention is indeed as reliable as its former reputation, but it obviously ignores some rigid needs in interpersonal communication. This is undoubtedly a miscalculation. When I return this body to it, I will definitely report this loss.”

This existence named [Sergeant Tarasin] is elegant, calm, and eloquent. It just stands on the scarlet carpet not far from the throne, and a certain slow tune never knows which mechanical organ, keep pouring out.

Morgan had a cold face, but after she finished listening to the apology, she still smiled on her brows and lips.

[Thank you for your apology, unknown visitor, but unfortunately, I can't accept it, because I doubt the authenticity of this sentence. 】

It seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then, a sound that could be classified as [shock] came from its skull that was constantly flashing green light.

"I can understand your panic, my dear lady, but I still have to be careful to remind you that, whether in the noble upbringing of a lady or the respect of a gentleman like me, any rash doubts It’s all very disrespectful.”

"Unless you can produce the corresponding evidence."

Morgan smiled silently, she leaned lazily on the sharp throne, and pointed to the steel body of [Sergeant Tarasin].

[Although I don't know much about your race, would the Amenhopt you mentioned really voluntarily lend their bodies to others? 】

It fell silent, and immediately, an imitation closest to [laughter] quickly reached Morgan's ears.

"Please don't worry, ma'am."

"When I borrowed this body, all of its private collections, and the treasure house of the entire dynasty's collections, I performed all the relevant etiquette and procedures of my race."

"I had a solemn and silent meeting with the Overlord Amenhopt himself, made fourteen consecutive requests to borrow his body and all his private collections, and gave a speech at a meeting of his court, I explained the necessary reasons for borrowing these items to two hundred noble representatives, and sent a kind reminder to all of them that an electromagnetic storm is about to be born in the stars of their galaxy, which may be very harmful to their bodies .”

"It's a pity that both Amenhopt and its court council have maintained the arrogant style for tens of thousands of years, and have not responded to my sincere words, nor expressed any gratitude to my early warning."

"Their guards and beetles are even weaker. They even want to attack me who is on a regular state visit. I have to keep them quiet so as not to disturb my sacred speech in the palace council."

"However, according to the conventions of our race, if a nobleman chooses to remain silent in the face of continuous requests from others instead of explicitly refusing, then this can be understood as a reserved acquiescence to maintain his dignity."

"Therefore, I worked tirelessly to help every noble representative present, press the button symbolizing [agree], and obtained two-thirds of the votes of the court council, and the reserved acquiescence of the overlord Amenhope himself. , obtained the temporary possession of the bodies of itself and all members of the court council, as well as all their private collections, and even before leaving, I reminded them once again that the deadly stellar electromagnetic storm is coming. "

"I hope they can listen to my valuable opinions, repair the completely damaged defense measures in time, and persist until the day when I return all these collections on time."

"So, as you have just heard, Ms. Morgan: everything that has come before your eyes was obtained through reasonable requests, serious meetings, and the correct process."

The icy electronic tone fades under Morgan's throne, and it sounds so...

【…】

【…】

【...呵! 】

A chuckle flowed from the icy face of the Lord of the Second Legion, shattering the frown that was clustered, causing a few strands of interested thoughts to flow in those blue pupils.

Morgan put a finger to his pale lips, narrowed his eyes, and thought for a moment.

[All of what you have said, Sergeant Traasin, is based on your own words and the so-called agreed customs. 】

"I can use my reputation to guarantee that you can ask my name in front of any of my compatriots, and they will respond with the most enthusiastic attitude."

[No need, I'm more curious about another question: who determined the so-called custom in your mouth? 】

This question seemed to silence the [Sergeant Traasin] for a while.

Eventually, it dawned on him.

"what……"

It bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for reminding me, Ms. Morgan, I didn't even realize that it was an unacceptable faux pas that I didn't introduce myself."

"So……"

"As you can see, my name is Traasin, I am just an ordinary librarian, and I am also a collector. I own a museum, which is the history, artifacts, events and everything in the galaxy This is the purest voluntary public welfare activity, and I have not sought any personal benefits from it.”

"And if it is divided according to the ancient function of my race, I am also an authoritative expert in history and culture, with some..."

[Possess some legal interpretation rights for the term "agreed custom" and the right to make necessary amendments? 】

"Exactly so~"

"Your wisdom shines like your brilliant silver hair, which makes people feel refreshed."

Morgan snorted softly as the only response.

She was sitting on her silver throne, with her legs crossed, leaning on the armrest on one side, her arms resting on those cold and twisted alloy bodies, holding her smiling face, her blue pupils flickered There was a gleam of light, a hint of appreciation for what was available.

From this moment on, Morgan was truly sure that this was a guy who could allow her to accumulate a little patience and continue to communicate.

Therefore, the Spider Queen, who has always been merciful, gave this humble alien bastard in front of her for the first time, the highest etiquette and sincerity she could give to all aliens in the galaxy.

Temporary tolerance.

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In this way, the two most despicable villains looked at each other and laughed, and the throne room was filled with vicious air for a moment.

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"However, I do have a question that I hope can be answered by you."

Speaking of this, Traasin involuntarily clenched the scepter in his hand.

"You seem to have a certain understanding of my race, and even me. I can ask rashly, do you have another acquaintance like me?"

[Not really an acquaintance. 】

[After all, they are raw. 】

"……raw?"

【Ah, nothing. 】

Morgan smiled, and she licked the corners of her pale lips intentionally or unintentionally.

[Some of my spirit race friends have mentioned you to me, Your Excellency Traasin, the reputation of you and your race is very high in their history books and classical dramas, and has a very high appearance rate. 】

"Ah, that's right, but having said that, I did find a little negligence and omission. In my museum, it seems that some items related to the spirit race are still missing. I don't know if your friends can Are you willing to part with one or two?"

[My spirit race friends, there are many, Your Excellency Traasin. 】

[If it's those wandering fools, Comorian scumbags, and nondescript third-rate circus performers, I can probably make up four-figure friends, and if I want to count those native friends who are close to nature, then I'm tasting them When he was the soul of the world, he also made friends with about four figures. 】

"……I see."

Traasin nodded. With a slow flow of low frequency, he carefully looked at the soul drinker on the throne, the smiling devourer with a seemingly harmless face.

Although it has long been unable to feel the throbbing in the soul, nor can it read the true emotions from the so-called memory matrix, nor can it complete the simple tasks of breathing and swallowing like even the humblest beast. action.

But this does not hinder, when its electronic auditory instrument captures those vague numbers, the feedback and calculation process sent to it by the memory matrix.

Traasin knew very well what Morgan's pale lips meant when the so-called four-digit number or even more Eldars spit out.

"It looks like you're older than I thought, Ms. Morgan."

[That’s not true, I can tell you with certainty, Your Excellency Traasin, I’m not even 20 years old this year according to the standards of Holy Terra, and it’s only just past my 19th birthday 30+ Terra standard months only. 】

"..."

【…】

"..."

[I think we can change to a more suitable topic, can't we? 】

"Happy to serve."

Timely words were spit out from the flickering electronic instrument, and Traasin immediately took a few steps forward, staying near the lowest bottom line acceptable to both parties.

"Do you mind if I ask another question?"

【Speaking. 】

"Is Ms. Morgan interested in becoming my personal friend?"

"Or, our relationship can be maintained by the simplest friendship."

[Is there any difference between the two? 】

"The difference is."

"Friendship can be used as the source of power to establish and promote a transaction."

"And friends, it's best not to get involved in matters related to transactions or exchange of interests."

"Considering that my cultural relics protection activities will involve your private property, I would like to get Ms. Morgan's response here to determine the next step, the planning of volunteer activities for the cultural relics protection work in the whole galaxy."

"After all, we have no record of transactions with each other, and lack of integrity scores and solid impressions of each other. This is not beneficial to the next activities."

【Do not. 】

[You are wrong, Your Excellency Traasin. 】

Morgan waved.

[Before I returned to the empire, the Second Legion was already my property. 】

"of course."

[Then, in the past dozens of Terra standard years, you have used my personal property privately to carry out your voluntary activities in various dangerous monuments, causing continuous damage to my property. 】

[Also, you are still occupying public space on my battleship, hoarding your private collection items, and never paying any related taxes. 】

[So, how can it be said that there is no deal between you and me? 】

【You obviously owe me a sum of taxes, and there is also a sum of compensation. 】

"..."

"I personally think that since my actions are purely voluntary actions for the purpose of protecting cultural relics and historical monuments throughout the galaxy, so-called taxation and reparations, such political concepts, are not applicable to voluntary activities. "

[Ah, understandable. 】

"That's right, that's understandable..."

[But you have embezzled my private property: my heir, and invested all of it in your exploration of the ruins. This is undoubtedly a risky investment, and I can legally claim my due part of the interest. 】

【Is not it? 】

[This is an economic concept, Your Excellency Traasin. 】

"..."

"Economic concepts don't seem to apply to volunteering either..."

[I am Morgan, the heir of the Emperor, and the Primarch of the Human Empire. Therefore, I have certain legal interpretation rights and necessary modification rights for economic concepts and voluntary activities. 】

[I think you can understand, Your Excellency Traasin, just like I can understand you. 】

"..."

"of course."

"However, I still want to remind you, Ms. Morgan, that she is too greedy. There is no more benefit for any interpersonal relationship and friendship activities."

[But I don't want to have any friendship with you, Your Excellency Traasin. 】

Morgan laughed.

【Friendship is enough. 】

【not to mention……】

[I have heard a story that said: Long, long ago, there was a race named Necrons. In this race, there was a dynasty named Nihirak. They once plundered and destroyed more than a thousand civilizations. After taking away their wealth, the bloody loot they hoarded made their total wealth account for as much as 70% of the entire Necron civilization. 】

[Then presumably, a certain overlord of the Nihirak dynasty would never accuse another person of being too greedy, right? Any gentleman who devotes himself to voluntary activities would despise such double-standard behavior, wouldn't he? 】

"...That's right, ma'am."

"It seems that your relationship with the Eldar is closer than I thought."

Morgan smiled, paler teeth beneath her pale thin lips.

【of course. 】

[My appetite has always been good. 】

[So now, maybe we can talk about: interest? 】

Traasin stood there, and for a moment, the emerald green light on its body stopped flickering, as if it had fallen into some kind of deep sleep or thinking.

"In my work room and private lounge, there are a number of my personal... collections. I think it would be a good gift to celebrate your reunion with your legion."

【Thank you for your gift. 】

"You're welcome……"

[What about the interest? 】

"..."

"Even the Nihirak Dynasty, they have learned the meaning of humility and restraint. Ms. Morgan, I also have a map of the entrance and exit of the webway in the eastern part of the galaxy. This item is not worth protecting as a cultural relic."

[Network Road? 】

Morgan leaned back and smiled.

[I don't think the webway has any meaning to me, maybe only the poorest unlucky human beings would desire this kind of thing. 】

"But it has something to do with the Eldar: especially with the Comoros."

【…】

[So it sounds like it does have some collection value. 】

Morgan's smile became more sincere.

【How should I thank you?Sergeant Traasin? 】

【Well... let's see. 】

[I heard that each Astartes Legion has its own office and stationed personnel in Holy Terra, and those who can be sent there are veterans with outstanding achievements. 】

[And you, Sergeant Traasin, obviously meet this high standard, and I am sure you will enjoy the beautiful scenery of Holy Terra. 】

"Please don't, Ms. Morgan, I have already decided to devote this body to the cause of the Great Crusade, fighting to the last moment for humanity and the Emperor!"

"What's more, as you said just now, you and I can have friendship. Friendship will bring business, and business will bring benefits to both you and me."

【…】

[It makes sense. 】

[Maybe you can take me to visit your museum, Your Excellency Traasin, we can chat about our business there, and I think my sons will definitely have great enthusiasm for the various collections there . 】

"I am looking forward to it, but unfortunately, my museum is closed for maintenance. It will take about 1 years before it can be opened to the public again."

[That is really a major loss for the protection of cultural relics in the galaxy. 】

"However, if it's business, then I can wait anytime."

[Does this sound good, Sergeant Traasin, your sincere attitude makes me think that placing you in that dilapidated process room is really a big problem. 】

【Come to my side, I will always pay attention to you, and this is also beneficial to our transaction, isn't it? 】

"indeed."

With the nodding of the metal corpse in front of her, Morgan's smile became more sincere. She played with her hair, thought for a while, and then took out a pitch-black sphere.

【Then, let me ask you a question. 】

[Can you appraise the collection value of this thing?I think it has some unique qualities that make it a good deposit for our first deal. 】

"Hmm... what's it called?"

[The soul of Erebus. 】

　I suddenly found a joy

　　According to the setting of this book, Morgan probably woke up around 855.M30. She joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion in 859.M30. I set the Dawn Star incident at the beginning of the book at 860.M30.

　　And now, the time of Morgan's return is probably around 876.M30.

　　Yes, our Miss Morgan, the mother of Dawnbreakers, is a beautiful young girl in her 20s, maybe even less than 20 years old (cover her face)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)