Emperor's Bane

Chapter 216 Killing Angels and Utopia

"Have you ever thought about why your father gave you the power to open up territories?"

[I've thought about it, but I can't figure out the reason: You know, I'm a clumsy person. 】

"Because of a very realistic and popular reason, or because of a person."

"Killiman."

"That ambitious man."

------

Perhaps because she was still unable to adapt to the relatively thin oxygen and unstable gravity on the [Fate Veil], after welcoming her best friend Morgan, Kelly Fanny has been in a state of depression. many activities.

This made the Lord of Steel a little satisfied, but it also made him a little dissatisfied: On the one hand, Perturabo was satisfied that the serious topic between himself and Morgan finally lacked a spoiler, but the original ideal audience was reduced from two to one. Enough to make him feel a little resentful.

But soon, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion stopped worrying about these little things: after his blood relatives brought out a mechanically modified creature he had never seen, and half a room full of sketches: Galaxy Everything in it seems unimportant.

The Lord of Steel stayed on the [North Star] for eight days without eating, drinking or resting: a living example of the fusion of steel, flesh and spiritual power was placed in front of him, and a With a psionic master so wise, ready to lend any aid, at his side, the Primarch could see no reason why he should rest even for a moment.

For eight days, the two Primarchs never left the workplace, and all their needs and orders were conveyed through the communication channel. Only the best technical soldiers and psionic masters could stand and walk by their sides: Because Perturabo doesn't trust the followers of Omnissian much.

It wasn't until the ninth day that Morgan, who was obviously tired, slowly pushed open the door of the workshop, and then saw Lana guarding the door: the face of the old guard chief There was also a trace of imperceptible fatigue on his face. Obviously, he had been guarding here for a few days.

But upon seeing his Primarch for the first time, Lana still instinctively stood at attention and saluted, and then took out a thick stack of electronic boards and documents from his side.

"This is the past few days, and various departments have been reporting one after another, my lord."

Morgan rubbed her temples.

[Choose the key points. 】

"As ordered."

"The all-weather opening of the arena that Mr. Bayar applied for has been highly praised within the legion, and all departments have requested that this policy be confirmed as a permanent policy."

[Well, yes. 】

"However, Your Excellency Luther came to you a few days ago and raised a situation about the arena, but I temporarily rejected him for you and asked him to leave a message."

【what did he say? 】

"Your Excellency Luthor said: When he passed by the arena during this time, he always found that His Excellency Ahriman from the Thousand Sons Legion has been forced to stay in the arena."

[...forced? 】

Lana looked around before lowering his voice.

"Your Excellency Ahriman has spent more than 800 Terra standard hours in various arenas in a row, my lord, and more than 90% of the time was forced to be in the octagonal cage."

[Can he hold on? 】

"Your Excellency Bayar used his status as the deputy chairman of the Legion Council to dispatch a bed, a set of toiletries, an emergency life support device and feeding system, and a complete emergency team from the medical department to guarantee Ali's health. Your Excellency Man can always maintain a fighting state, and can always live in the arena."

[Isn't this an abuse of privacy? 】

"The Legion Council voted unanimously, and the medical department didn't have any opinions. The only requirement is that all members of the equipped first aid squad should retain the right to enter the octagonal cage during this period."

【…】

【How about Ahriman? 】

"...The combat skills have greatly improved."

"Do you... have any instructions for this?"

Morgan blinked, and she turned to look at the leader of the bad boys: the scarred face was full of sincerity.

After a while, the Spider Queen sighed in her heart.

[Not yet. 】

"understand!"

Lana straightened her back and responded loudly.

[Let's talk about the next one, how is Luther doing recently? 】

"Your Excellency Luthor is interacting and tentatively cooperating with various departments of the Legion at your request, and has joined the cooperation with Reza. The Legion Council speaks highly of him, and looks forward to working with him in the future." cooperate."

【Whether anyone is in conflict with him, please tell me the truth. 】

"No, my lord."

"You don't know, in fact, as early as during the War of Unification of Terra, the Second Legion often cooperated with the mortal army. We are used to working with the best of mortals, and Your Excellency Luthor is indeed an excellent man among mortals. By virtue of his own ability, he has obtained a public seat in the legion council, and he has maintained a very high enthusiasm for various legion affairs."

"The only problem is that his body doesn't seem to be able to support high-intensity work. Many department heads have responded to this. They hope to perform a second transformation operation on Lord Luthor, using psionic power or other Strength to maintain his body."

【Um……】

Morgan leaned against the wall, supported his head with one hand, and took a shallow rest while listening.

[This is indeed a good way, remember it for me, I will do it myself to see if the psionic power can help old Luthor. 】

【Also... um, what about Abaddon, what happened to him and his Shadow Moon Wolf? 】

"Your Excellency, Abaddon, everything is fine. He and his combat brothers are conducting a non-live ammunition tripartite training exercise with the Iron Warriors and some of your descendants on the ground of the tulle of fate, to improve tactics and cultivate friendship."

"However, before this, His Excellency Abaddon once praised His Excellency Ahriman when he was browsing the arena. He said that he never thought that among the Sons of Magnus, there would be such a warrior who was obsessed with martial arts. He also said that he himself was willing to bow down, and he would definitely promote his reputation in the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion."

[It's not bad...Is there anything else going on these days? 】

"One thing, the squadron headed to Catachan, the world of death, sent two diametrically opposed messages a few days ago, from two different communication channels, but I suspect that one of them is not credible."

[All said. 】

"clear."

"His Excellency Cortez sent the first communication message. He said that the purchase business with the locals went smoothly, and he requested that he be given a place in the auxiliary legion. He hoped to recruit some Catachan as As the auxiliary army of the legion, he can guarantee their combat effectiveness with his reputation and achievements."

【…】

[Here, tell him, he can recruit as many as he can, I allow him to make promises and bargaining chips at will, and I will be satisfied, anyway, he knows it well. 】

Lanar looked up, a flash of amazement in his eyes: amazement at the generosity of his Primarch.

But his professionalism made him instinctively answer and began to narrate the second message.

"The second message did not come from Cortez's communication channel. They stated that they were the team sent by Cortez to the Catachan jungle area to purchase goods, but they were not mentioned in Cortez's communication. He It means that his goods are all entrusted to the local people to purchase."

"The reason he gave was: Past experience has proved that sending people directly into the Catachan jungle area to purchase goods is a very... costly activity?"

[In other words, we have received two contradictory messages. 】

[Then... which one do you think is true?Lana? 】

"in my opinion……"

The Chief Old Guard was bowing his head to take out the electronic board filled with the second communication, and by accident, he missed the playful gleam in the eyes of the Gene Mother.

"The second is not credible, Mother."

【reason. 】

"Because the content of their communication is too... magical."

"In the beginning, they were just calling for help normally, but after that, they gave examples of some dangers they encountered: they said they encountered scorpions bigger than themselves, amphibians that could corrode power armor, and people who wanted to ate their trees."

"By the end, they even said that even the stones on the side of the road were murdering them."

"This is an obvious fallacy. I personally suspect that they have encountered some kind of hallucination, but the actual situation needs to be decided after Cortez returns from Catachan."

[It’s wise to let us wait for the return of the squadron before discussing these strange communication records. 】

Morgan whispered softly, and she touched her forehead, feeling that her fatigue had been greatly relieved.

On the side, Lana was still reporting quite seriously, the eyes of the Primarch on him, apart from making his back straighter and his voice louder, had no effect at all.

Morgan looked at the staring Terra veteran, at the hideous scar on his neck and what could be called a handsome face, and fell into his own thoughts.

In fact, in terms of personality and attitude, it is difficult for Lana to be classified as a "bad boy". He is one of the earliest batch of Dawnbreakers, and he is also recognized by the entire army as capable, tenacious and brave. Ability, but the problem is...

He was just too brave, and he was just too capable of leadership.

Before Morgan reunited with his heirs, Lana's team had been wiped out 28 times: However, it should be noted that 28 times of total army destruction does not mean how bad Lana's ability is, and It just proved his bravery and charm, because behind the 28 total army destruction, there are 28 miraculous and brilliant victories.

One of the most famous times was during the Terra unification war. When the team led by Lana followed the legion to participate in the annihilation operation against a mechanical warlord, the entire legion was suppressed in a heavily armed fortress of the dark technological age. Under fire, at that time, according to the most optimistic estimates, the probability of breaking through the fortress was also less than 0.5%.

But in this situation, Lana took the lead and launched a charge. His team chose to follow without hesitation, and sounded the horn of the general attack: the 0.5% winning rate was miraculously held in his hands. That is, except for Lana who was seriously injured and dying, the entire team died.

This was the first time, but definitely not the last, and in the next 100 years, this scene has been repeated time and time again: leading the charge, total destruction and miraculous victory, his courage and charisma always attract his men They died with them until the high attrition rate of the legion stopped, and Lana became a lone ranger until his genetic mother chose him into his personal guard, and because he had once [Hehewei name], and have some strange expectations for him.

"All the recent affairs of the legion have been reported, my lord."

[Very good... let's go rest. 】

"I request that you must be on duty here."

[No need for now. 】

Morgan smiled, and amidst her silent smile, Perturabo pushed open the door of the workshop: his complexion looked more tired than Morgan's, and mixed with a kind of extreme excitement that did not bring Normal vitality, his power armor is full of engine oil and metal debris, accompanied by his hoarse excited voice, fluttering in the wind.

"I have an idea. All the blueprints have been sketched out. Now we can officially start the work. I have combined my machinery with your spiritual power. I have finally integrated them together. Now we just need to go to […] Blood of Steel], just let it all be done in my workshop!"

"Morgan! Call your warriors! Move everything in the room! We need it!"

The Iron Lord's words hit Morgan's ears like a cannonball. His high-spirited face was enough to make any Iron Warrior feel instinctively astonished: the current Perturabo is not that deep architect at all. The sleepless scientific research activities made him feel tired, but also full: a real joy, and now, they are clearly displayed on his face.

He was laughing, happy, sincere, involuntary.

A brand-new topic and idea, an unknown field and mystery, an excellent assistant who is worthy of trust and expectation, and everything he needs: this is what Perturabo has experienced in the past few days, and it is enough to make him feel excited. A source of joy that brings joy from within.

Without the slightest hesitation, under the strong order of the Lord of Steel, everything started to run in an orderly manner: less than half an hour later, the two Primarchs had already gathered in the [Steel Blood]'s tight space. In many workshops, their experiments continued.

------

"I installed enough firepower and protection on her body, and even some unstable experimental technologies: their safety is worrying, but the power is enough to make people satisfied."

Morgan's chief maid, Arnia, lay on the steel lord's workbench. Her chest and head were completely opened, and most of the machinery in sight had been replaced: if the previous mechanical parts were superior If you select the best industrial products, then what Perturabo carefully researches and installs is a unique handicraft.

Millions of metal products are delicately stuffed into this short body, making her inner complexity not at all belong to a god machine of the same size, various fire output points and force fields The generator was arranged in those inconspicuous corners, making her an acquired killing weapon.

"I placed a miniature communication array in her head, and two superimposed refraction force fields placed under the left and right earlobes. They exist in the form of stud earrings. If they are fully operational, they can completely block the formation of tanks. firepower."

"The goggles on her eyes are directly connected to her brain, allowing her to share vision with you when necessary, while her pupils can switch shapes to fire deadly lasers."

"Around her neck, I installed an anti-psychic collar to balance the various psychic technologies we put on her and play a protective role: the material of the collar is the same as that of the Fort-star automaton The casing is the same."

"On her body, I installed a miniature neutron laser launcher, individual light spear, linear particle weapon, and storm blaster. I especially focused on modifying her back: in those necessary moments, the metal on her back The spine can expand on its own, taking on the shape of four wings to fire plasma torrents and energy beams."

"Her arms and legs have been strengthened with metal cables and muscles, which are enough to effectively kill ordinary power armor. Her nails are single-molecule sharp blades, and her hands can be transformed into power claws with disintegrating positions. Except In addition to these, I also installed four additional folding positions and individual void shields on her body."

"It's incredible, isn't it? If I put her in the narrow corridor outside the workshop, she will be able to resist or even destroy the offensive from the Astartes formation, because her firepower is at the siege level!"

"But with such powerful firepower, we need to perfectly place it on the most common modified human body. From the simple appearance, outsiders can't even tell that she is a war weapon!"

"Psionic rift! Why didn't I think of it before?"

"You place the psychic rifts in tiny containers, and then I place these containers all over her body, design a complex trigger system, and then connect the only trigger switch with the brain, with the soul, with you She can choose to fire according to the instructions you left behind, or she can fight under your own control."

"To put it simply, first expand the space inside the container with psionic energy, then place the energy beam and plasma as weapons in the container, and then place the container in the human body. We will let a single person possess a siege-level the power of."

"An incredible idea, but we are about to make it a reality! It will become a new field, a new exploration that combines psionic energy and mechanical energy."

"It's not some Martian conservatism, it's a real, exploratory step that, in my mind, maybe only our genetic father would do."

At this moment, Perturabo was undoubtedly excited, joyful, and even involuntary: this made him feel a sense of strangeness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

After the most exciting joy, the Iron Lord subconsciously touched his originally serious face: but he only touched a smile that was so obvious that he couldn't deny it.

He was laughing, joyful, genuinely oddly happy: not the kind of grin he would have had in the time before when his work was recognized or his plans fulfilled.

This kind of smile, which he didn't even notice for the first time, seemed to contain some element that he couldn't figure out.

Unpredictable: Has he used the word too many times recently?

He touched his face, and the smile on his face gradually dried up, revealing the river bed that was always too serious.

The Lord of Steel blinked, and he quietly glanced to the side: there is no one else in the room now, only his blood relatives.

Frowning, Perturabo couldn't help thinking.

Morgan was standing there, adjusting the performance of those psychic instruments. Her back was almost facing him, and she seemed not to be aware of his gaze at all, and she seemed completely uninterested in further observing and using him.

She was wearing a white coat commonly used by experimenters or medical staff, and her gestures were exhausted from days of work: During these few days, Morgan and him had almost no further communication about private emotions and other things, they just revolved around Looking at brand-new subjects and experimental blueprints one after another, they had the most efficient and capable discussions. Sometimes, even Perturabo would be distracted for a short while, but the Lord of the Second Legion never seemed to have such a problem.

She was like the finest machinery: cool, efficient, and admirable.

……Do not.

This description is not accurate.

Perturabo rubbed his chin. His gaze was too dazzling, so Morgan couldn't help but look back at him, nodded, and then continued to work, leaving Perturabo to continue thinking.

He was thinking about words, thinking about his description of blood relatives, which seemed to be far less precise and comprehensive than those: There is no doubt that Morgan is an efficient and ruthless perfect machine at work, perfect enough to keep up with Petula Bo's thoughts and footsteps made the Lord of Steel feel such a long joy and immersion almost unprecedentedly.

A blood relative who can be so compatible with him, such a silent and tacit understanding, a smart companion who can experiment and deduce with him, over and over again, never give up and get discouraged in the face of countless failures and setbacks sounds like a dream, But it stood alive in front of him.

He even thought it was a gift from his father.

...Wait, father?

A flash of light flashed in Perturabo's mind, allowing him to find a bright enough guiding lighthouse for his originally confused thoughts due to exhaustion.

Father……

And, the ring of golden light he had just glimpsed when he had just reunited with Morgan: he could be sure that he was not mistaken, it was indeed a ring of cold sunlight, almost exactly like the one he had seen on the Emperor.

In Perturabo's eyes, Morgan's figure and the memory of the Lord of Humanity gradually merged together, and there was a bit of resemblance. What's more, when he looked at his blood relative again, he was really I feel that she is somewhat like their common genetic father.

He blinked, and his thoughts became a little confused again: Instinct told him that his blood relatives definitely had some resemblance to his genetic father, which was why he felt this way.

alike...alike...

Where the hell is it.

Blue veins wrinkled on his tired forehead, making Perturabo feel a little sleepy and bored, he forced himself to calm down, looked at Morgan's back again, and began to think.

But soon, he couldn't help feeling: Morgan's busy back view does have a unique charm. Her concentration and calmness are the most attractive places, and people can't help but want to explore the mystery. Far better than her previous ones that he also couldn't understand...

……

and many more!

He got it!

The Lord of Steel raised his head abruptly and accidentally knocked over the experimental equipment beside him. This even made him stand in confusion for a few seconds, until he realized that his blood relative was staring at him with a rather strange expression.

"Feel sorry."

He apologized flusteredly: maybe there was no apology at all, anyway, after Morgan finally turned around and went back to work, Perturabo squeezed himself into the shadows, trembling with excitement for the flow of his thoughts.

He figured it out.

He finally figured out the similarities between his genetic father and Morgan.

They are all the same...

------

【mystery】

------

In Morgan's heart, he spit out this word lightly, and thought of it at the same time as the steel lord's excited cry.

Where Perturabo couldn't see, Morgan raised the corners of his mouth lazily, and then continued to devote himself to his work.

Her smile is like the wind, disappearing without a trace, and she doesn't care.

------

After all, at a certain point, Morgan knew clearly: If she wanted to take the initiative to get close to and use Perturabo, it would be almost impossible for her to succeed.

But it didn't matter: in the galaxy, there was one person who could help her break through Perturabo's psychological defenses of walls and moats.

That person is:
Perturabo himself.

------

The best way to approach Perturabo is not to approach him.

Instead, let him approach you.

------

mysterious!

Yes!

That's it!

The Iron Lord sat calmly on his chair, as if he was resting.

But in the invisible shadow, his hands were firmly held together, and each finger pressed the opposite hand bone tightly because of excitement, until the ruddy area around the nails showed yellow Even the white ischemic glow.

mysterious!

Why didn't he think of it before?
Whether it is the emperor or Morgan right in front of him, they are all [mysterious].

It is a treasure that he cannot see through, a brand new, unexplored field.

Perturabo looked at Morgan's busy background, and his eyes were full of how he was when he reunited with the Emperor on Olympia.

Even the most proud photographic memory cannot restore the scene at that time. Perturabo only vaguely remembered that he gave up his career and work in some irresistible absolute temptation, and climbed to the top at all costs. Above that peak: there, a pair of the strongest and most powerful hands held him.

That was the Emperor, that was the Lord of Men, that was his father.

What the Emperor looked like, how he posed, what he said, what he did: Perturabo no longer remembers it all, only a cold gleam exists in his memory, A sense of security, and that seductive mystery.

Just like Morgan now.

mystery.

He can't see through her, just like he can't see through the Emperor: they seem to have no desires for him, no base desires, their words are so sincere and straightforward, lacking something that can make him sneer. of hiding.

They were straightforward, they were naked, and they stood there, neither spying on his strength, nor using his mind, nor blocking his gaze.

But he just couldn't see through them: like he could be [-] percent sure that neither Morgan nor the Emperor was using his mind.

He believed them.

He longs for them.

Inwardly, he is drawn to them.

I was attracted by that [mystery].

Perturabo let go of his palm, and there were clearly ten white marks visible to the naked eye on his big hands, and he even felt some kind of numbness and pain.

But he smiled.

He knew why he smiled so unconsciously just now: because Morgan was leading him into a new field, because he was exploring an unknown field, just like he was exploring Morgan at the same time.

It fascinated him.

after all……

Perturabo is a scientist.

Perturabo knew it all.

So, Perturabo is a born scientist: could there be a sadder thing?A character who is determined to explore the unknown, but there is no mysterious field to explore.

He has already known everything, he has seen through everything, he has seen those visions, those visions that surrounded him since he was a child: that is greed and fear, that is desire and use, they are placed directly in front of his eyes, everything The cover-up teasing had no effect.

Even his sister, even Kelly Fanny: Although she never thought of using him to do anything, deep down in her heart, she was still afraid of monster-like power and wisdom, and he could see clearly , looking boring.

And this is why Perturabo is so happy about the Emperor's arrival: he has finally escaped from Olympia, where there is no exploration at all, he has finally escaped from the stagnant water, and has come to the truly vast ocean.

And the Emperor, and his mystery, testified to all this, and it was enough for Perturabo to have all the fantasies and expectations of his father.

Because he can't see through the Emperor, he can look forward to his heart's content, explore the place the Emperor symbolizes, and feel some emotion that is enough to make him happy.

Just like now, he also couldn't see through Morgan in front of him.

She... What kind of person is she? In her heart, which is neither sad nor happy, what kind of soul is hidden under her sincere, playful, intelligent, efficient and ruthless appearance?
Perturabo thought.

eagerly.

expected.

Finally, the Iron Lord unintentionally removed his iron armor and all his malicious feedback to the outside world, just like the monster in the cave trying to look at the sun for the first time in timidity and fear.

He stood up slowly.

One step forward.

------

He finally found out.

He wanted to know about Morgan.

He looks forward to it.

------

Nine hours later, Morgan finally finished the final job.

She turned her head and found a few strange lights in Perturabo's eyes.

This can't help but make her curious.

With the gradual deepening of the identity of the Primarch and the communication with the heirs, Morgan has already roughly understood a part of his own abilities.

She knows that in the eyes of different people, she is a different character.

So……

What did she look like to Perturabo?
The Spider Queen blinked, and chose to put away the confusion for the time being. She moved her body a little, put her hands on the workbench, and casually touched a star map: it must have been brought over by the Dawnbreakers.

At this moment, Perturabo slowly walked over, he looked deeply at his own blood relatives, and then scanned the star map.

"Is this where you're going after?"

[Yes, Avalon. 】

"Father has tacitly allowed you to conquer an entire territory. You should think of a suitable name, just like Guilliman's five hundred worlds, a unique name."

[Maybe it can be called Avalon Federation or Utopia... How do you all know the emperor's order?He told you? 】

"The forces and local snakes that can be counted in the eastern galaxy have all received it, but it's just that they are fast and slow."

【...I thought it was a hidden order. 】

Morgan pouted, making Perturabo laugh.

"This is a big project, how could it be a covert mission."

【……big project? 】

"Haven't you ever wondered why you are the only one who has the emperor's tacit approval and encouragement to expand your territory?"

【…】

[I've thought about it, but I can't figure out the reason: You know that I'm rather stupid, and I can't say anything beautiful on weekdays. 】

"Because of a very realistic and popular reason, or because of a person."

"Killiman."

"That ambitious man."

"Because of his five hundred worlds: his private country has now reached Sosa in the east and the edge of the Storm Starfield in the west, and the radiation range is almost one-third of the Far East Starfield, and he joined the Great Crusade less than 40 Year."

"And you have to know that among the five major star fields of the empire, the area of ​​the Far East Star Field is equivalent to that of the other four combined, and Guilliman has already occupied one-third of it: now some people call the Far East Star Field the limit The star field is gone, you know what that means."

"According to this speed, in the next 50 or even 100 years, what kind of scale will his country within a country expand to? And what is Guilliman himself, who created all this with his own hands, planning?"

Morgan blinked.

She didn't need to think much at all: the innate thinking speed of the Primarch allowed her to skip the questions and answers in the middle in the next second, and spit out the final conclusion.

【So, after the emperor saw that my home planet was near the five hundred worlds, he planned to support my power and let me create a brand new country to restrain and counter him? 】

Even Morgan didn't believe this reason, but Perturabo nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

【You think so? 】

"Everyone thinks so, including me and other Primarchs. After all, Guilliman's ambition is visible to the naked eye, and it is natural to have some precautions against it: even Guilliman himself thinks so."

"I think he should be on his Ultramar now, ready to welcome you, Terra's unofficial envoy."

【…】

Morgan was silent for a moment. At this moment, she thought of the evaluation of Guilliman by the Primarchs she had seen.

maybe...maybe...probably...

Was her brother whom she had never met really an ambitious man?
After all, with so many people, how could it be possible to misread a person at the same time?
At this moment, Perturabo patted Morgan on the shoulder, bringing her thoughts back to reality.

"Don't worry, Guilliman doesn't dare to make any big moves now, and the imperial forces in the Far East Starfield will more or less open a door for you: for example, Olympia is in the Far East Starfield. The core location is not far from your home star."

"Your country can always look forward to the power from the Iron Warriors."

【Thank you so much...】

[However, I have a better idea here. 】

Morgan smiled.

Then, she held out her hand to Perturabo.

[Since my country can expect the power from the Iron Warriors at any time. 】

[Then, can I ask the Iron Warriors and their genetic father for my future children. 】

【Be side by side with me, the protector and creator of this country? 】

------

【Come on, Perturabo. 】

【Be with me. 】

[Take this burning star. 】

【Create an ideal kingdom of heaven. 】

(End of this chapter)