Emperor's Bane

Chapter 224 Invitation to the Harvest Garden

"Gladstone has surrendered, and its former pride, its fertile land, and its billions of subjects are now the first rubble at the foot of our Gene Queen's throne, but it will never be the last. "

"That's right, this is a hearty victory, isn't it, it's been a long time."

"How long did it take us in total?"

"Fifty tera hours."

"Then... how long did it take to annihilate that alien alliance fleet?"

"That doesn't bother me either: Thirteen Terra Standard Hours at most."

"Thirteen..."

"Didn't you find out that we are destined to be related to the number thirteen?"

"You're talking like we're a bunch of Macragges, not the Sons of Morgan."

In the shadows at the edge of the command hall, two cutting-edge company commanders were having a conversation in whispers. Although their actions could be called very secretive, unfortunately, there happened to be two pairs of eyes watching I discovered them through unintentional watching and intentional following.

After seeing the whispers in the light and shadow, Lana frowned, and wanted to step forward to scold, but the Primarch, who had discovered this state earlier, stretched out his hand and stopped his guards, and the Primarch casually He glanced at the two heirs of the company commander who were still smelling of gunpowder smoke, and smiled silently.

[Be patient, they are heroes in the battle after all. 】

[My plan and request were perfectly executed, weren't they? 】

Lana opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when his eyes shifted to the walls around the command hall, he found that he seemed to have nothing to say, and the heroic old guard leader could only bow his head and salute, Returned to his position.

The Primarch didn't continue to speak either. She sat upright in her seat, waiting for all the participants to arrive, while allowing her eyes to randomly pick and read the projections on the surrounding walls, secretly sorting out the past ten years. Everything that happened during the five Tara Standard Days.

As one of the core locations of the entire Queen of Glory warship, the command hall responsible for commanding and dispatching various troops is undoubtedly one of the buildings with the highest level of security. It is properly placed in the core area of ​​the entire warship. A place that cannot be threatened in the first place even when fighting against the jumping gang.

On the other hand, in order to have a real-time understanding of the battle situation, under the auspices of Morgan, dozens of huge projection screens occupy every wall of the command hall, broadcasting and recording the entire battleship from the most realistic perspective. All the battles experienced, without exception, these projection instruments have been modified and amplified by the Primarch himself, and every scene released is more vivid and sincere than the reality.

Standing in the hall, watching these several-meter-high projections constantly interpret stories in different times and different spaces, it is as if you are standing on the bank of the long river of time, scooping up a handful of turbid water with your hands. The myriad of fantasies and mysteries that have been glimpsed, even ordinary people who have no connection with these war deeds, after constantly watching and watching this vivid past, will doubt it from the bottom of their hearts in countless moments. A story is a piece of past and experience of oneself.

And this is just the slight capriciousness that the Lord of the Second Legion exudes towards his heirs and mortal officials.

With the superhuman intelligence and senses of the Primarch, Morgan can easily witness every story and every detail depicted by each projection at the same time. She pays attention to all the stories being told at the same time, and accurately Find out the valuable fragments, find out the mistakes and problems that her legion made in these stories, and take them as the most precious treasure that can be obtained in the war, and carefully treasure them in your brain and memory. middle.

And now, she is doing this, more than a dozen giant projections are telling the detailed experience of each past day at the same time, from the second legion's fleet pulling anchor and leaving Avalon's low-earth orbit, to the entire world of Gladstone in despair. Bow to the Empire of Man with a sigh.

Desperation and sighs, yes, but no more blood and no unplanned changes, that's how Morgan got this victory: she even had a little smug brilliance at the thought.

Yes, desperate.

despair……

Morgan bit the word lightly. She has always liked such words that can bring pain to others, because she can get more bad pleasure from it. that one.

But for some reason, when she began to whisper again about the chants of "Despair", the Primarch's originally sober mind was suddenly hit by a slow and stagnant heavy attack, although the attack's The strength is not huge, and the speed is not fast, just like a dying lion using its sharp claws that have been worn down to pitch black, scraping fleeting white marks on the hard animal skin in vain , without the slightest real harm.

This blow was slow, heavy, and seemingly without any traces, but it was definitely planned for a long time, just at the moment when the Primarch fell into a brief moment of joy, at the moment when Morgan gently spit out the word "despair" At that moment, just like opening a window, letting the piercing north wind in for the first time, the knock on the door from the other side of the void subtly seized this fleeting opportunity, slapping the Primarch's tight He closed the inner door, and then left quietly.

But in front of the spider queen's vigilant net that has been tense from the moment she was born and has almost never let go, this too slow temptation was caught at the first time, and when Morgan blinked Eyes, shooting out the edge of psionic energy, when they touched this harmless letter, her mind fell into a momentary addiction.

Vaguely, Morgan even heard two angry screams from the endless ocean, which exploded deep in her soul and echoed for a long time, but before she recognized the owner of the two roars, A trace of disgusting juice dragged across gently and slowly in front of her.

On the other side of the farthest galaxy, in the infinite void where all the lives of the navigators can't see half of it, in the source of the wasteland ravaged by the ancient will and the country, in the place that belongs directly to the chaos, distortion and evil gods In the blasphemy of heaven: this is where the silent invitation comes.

The swaying pus-fat thorns dripped swollen mucus, and in the next moment they attracted the fat insects in the disease mud. After these white and fat writhing beings scrambled to eat, between the screams of satisfaction and the rotting juice In the middle, their bursting bodies turned into a piece of white paper exuding the smell of decay. Buzzing flies swarmed out from the spring water that could bite the bones of the heart, and they dragged the bleak scroll, Flying all the way, swaggering through wildly blooming bushes, festering and rusting roots, and wobbly blessed ones, leaving a trail of juices around the sullen great scientist, dripping all the way to the prison where the sad goddess is imprisoned. Beside the prison.

There, the merciful Lord of abundance and filth had been waiting for a long time. He smiled and slowly wiped away the soup vomited up by the goddess, and then, amidst the scrambling of those fat and best-beneficiaries, he took a This letter was written and this invitation was chanted in a specially crafted long pen condensed with thick smoke, viscous spores and chants wailing from 77 decaying worlds.

The master of abundance and filth, he smiles, he rejoices, he sighs, he switches roles between unspeakable silence and benevolent pampering, he whistles obscure phlegm while Strolling restlessly in the dark house surrounded by fetid trees, I asked the most favored heirs around me whether the words I poured out were eloquent and elegant, full of dirt, germs and stench The spore cloud's feet walked on the muddy mud, and there was a constant clattering and squishy sound.

In the end, amidst a series of singing and flattery, the self-proclaimed merciful god finally wrote this letter under all kinds of encouragement. In his endless sighs of decay and despair, he Her benevolent and bone-like smile crossed the barriers of time and space, and finally left an unforgettable rotten mark in front of Morgan.

It was a kind whisper, it was a merciful invitation, it was the stench of a cauldron leaking boiling pus when it was constantly being stirred, it was the greatest master gardener in the void and the years sitting on his own. In that lovely pile of mud and maggots, beckons to the ignorant children beyond the distant stars.

He invites, this invitation is so solemn and gracious, He invites the Emperor's daughter to come to His garden, to be His child and favorite: Although to outsiders, the Emperor's silver-haired daughter and the abundance of kindness The father is irrelevant, but the great mind of the loving father will never be shaken in the slightest because of personal characteristics and differences. He welcomes every darling who can fall into his arms, especially the one created by the lord of mankind. These unique creations, in front of these existences worthy of showing off, every twisted god is extremely greedy.

Especially when he saw that the other two brothers who were his enemies had poured out so much attention on this creation of the Emperor, especially when he saw that the beak of the Lord of Change always From time to time, the silver hair brushed past, and the most immature dark lady never left, holding her beloved daughter tightly in a corner where no one could notice.

Even for the briefest advantage in the eternal strife with his profane brother, the benevolent father of the fertile and the filthy is glad to invite the silver-haired lady into his garden as his favorite daughter: he never cares Whether it will be successful in the end, all he wants to express is that he wants to start another new battlefield of the three-party game. He is using this weak but obvious move to tell the other two destructive powers, no matter what they want Whatever he wants to do, the Lord of Plague has to step in.

This sincere invitation turned into the heaviest meteor, piercing thousands of stars and worlds, and before everything started, it surrounded the Emperor's Daughter far away, until she was in a brief moment of comfort and joy, Whispering about the power of the God of Rot, whispering about one of the Father's favorites and favorites, the invisible invitation turned into a knife, became a reward, polluted the Primarch's vision, She left a harmless but indelible memory in her heart.

And when the roars of the other two destructive powers shook the entire subspace, setting off storms and wars where mortals could not observe, blinding the pupils of countless unfortunate people, and burning the brains of thousands of navigators, Gathered thousands of legions composed of demons and the unborn, and marched towards the rotten garden, the loving father who was beating the plague cauldron had already left a series of slippery laughter and disappeared in the distance Behind the brown-green, sticky cumulus clouds surrounded by flies, His invisible whispers turned into strands of breeze, blowing the torn apart evil soil in the heart of the Spider Queen, in the frenzied land of blue and purple. It nourished continuous creeping creeps, until those two pale hurricanes uprooted them, flung them into the air, tore them apart with madness and fury, and then were tangled with endless hatred, in the Primarch's body. There was a storm of collisions in my mind.

pain.

Morgan frowned, she couldn't help but leaned on the throne, tilted her head, and covered her forehead, trying her best to resist the demon god who hadn't shown her power for a long time, resisting the wild storm from the subspace that gnawed at her rationality and emotion .

But fortunately, this kind of torture didn't seem to last too long. As the golden sword was affected by the collision of the storm, ruthless blazing light rushed out from the protection and deterrence left by the lord of mankind, causing the destruction Da Neng's gift uttered a cry of unwillingness, and retreated back to its own territory in a calm manner.

For a moment, even in the parched emotional wasteland of the Spider Queen, a few drops of gratitude fell.

But before the smile on the corner of Morgan's mouth could really rise, after forcing the two destructive storms back to their respective territories, the icy light that wanted to go further collapsed the moment it touched the dividing line: It is the most dazzling and dazzling brilliance, even if it is the brilliance left by the Lord of Humanity, it is only an invisible deterrent in the final analysis. It may temporarily retreat the viciousness of the evil god, but it will never hurt the two destructive powers in Morgan Tentacles rooted in the bottom of my heart.

unless……

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and as the unfamiliar pain dissipated again, the Primarch's rationality also began to function. She looked into her heart, looked at the edge of the evil god's territory, and slowly dissipated. The invisible rays of light: For a moment, the Lord of the Second Legion was able to be sure that those rays of light were [looking] at herself, silently expressing some kind of severe rebuke and narration, and mercilessly thinking about the curtain she carefully covered, It revealed the reality that Morgan had vaguely known for a long time, but was still unwilling to face it.

That's right, she had thought about it a long time ago, and had already vaguely speculated that she finally needed a powerful force to fight against the deep-rooted evil god's territory in her heart, and to repair the spiritual world that had been torn apart for too long.

This is her purpose, isn't it, although this purpose is so remote and difficult that Morgan is unwilling to really face it for a long time, until her casual whisper attracts another unintentional wave. His gaze, until the cascading reaction to the inadvertent act of the third Ruinous Power, helped the Emperor tear off Morgan's veil of cowardice.

cowardice……

When did she possess such a thing?
Is it a by-product of those useless feelings for her blood and heirs, one of the faults she knows but doesn't bother to face, her growing feelings, so A troublesome item destined to bring?
Similar troubles raged in Morgan's thoughts for a moment, and then he was ruthlessly shot to death. The Lord of the Second Legion frowned. Her vision and will came to her inner world, and the current The slowly dissipating golden light is trying.

He is looking at her, he is silently mocking and reminding her.

He, the Emperor, was talking to her.

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Yes, Morgan had to admit.

If there is really someone who can help her, if there is really someone who has the strength and the means to fight against the wasteland in her heart, then that person can only be the Lord of Humanity, and it can only be that she is unwilling to face it, but has to acknowledged father.

Although, He himself is the creator of Morgan's inner wasteland.

But now, Morgan also has to face and admit that she must rely on the power bestowed by the Lord of Humanity in order to have the hope of regaining all of herself.

And that power, that hope.

The Emperor had given it to her, hadn't he.

Just wait until she has enough guts, enough ambition, enough despair, enough madness.

Go to Nirvana and be born.

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"My lord? Are you all right?"

In the ear, Lana's worried words were captured by Morgan's senses, and the Lord of the Second Legion immediately opened his eyes, hiding everything he saw just now in the depths of his memory, and forced himself to Facing all kinds of problems and things in reality again.

[I'm fine, I was just thinking about something. 】

"Okay, my lord."

"Everyone is here."

【……very good. 】

Morgan opened his eyes.

A special long table has been placed in the center of the command hall in advance, and Morgan's throne is at the end of this long table, allowing her to see every face on both sides of the long table at a glance. At this moment, the long table is surrounded by more than fifty Dawnbreakers, who are the real core management of the second group.

Among them, there are 36 company commanders, and more than a dozen heads of other departments. Some of them hold multiple positions, but none of them are characters whose resumes, abilities, and even inner souls have been checked by Morgan himself. .

In the preliminary division of the Dawnbreaker Legion, Morgan used 500 people as a company. The specific number may fluctuate up and down. Various non-combat departments together form the general structure of the Second Army, which is still changing.

In the just-concluded Battle of Gladstone, all 36 companies participated, their roles may be different, and the tasks they are responsible for are also different in direction and difficulty, but each company, each [ Factions], all of which have gained mission and honor in this neat war, are all unquestionably part of this war: it is the result of the Primarch's deliberate planning.

The Lord of the Second Legion glanced at everyone present: from Bayard to Cortez, from Diarmuid to Hector, each of them had a cruel smile remaining on their faces, that It is the aftermath of war and victory, not yet swallowed up by the time of peace.

She smiled.

【You are doing very well, children, my soldiers, you are doing very well, Gladstone has fallen at the feet of the empire, its most precious wealth: a population of tens of billions and a heavy industrial base, It has also been preserved in this war, and can serve the journey of the human empire as quickly as possible. 】

The Primarch waved his hand, and a huge projection of the planet appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. It was the Gladstone Prime that had just been captured: smoky, gloomy, and a dozen scrap iron-like space stations Weakly piled on the low-earth orbit, in those remote desert areas, you can see large areas of ruins ravaged by wars.

On the other hand, in those crucial industrial areas and hive capitals, there is not much smoke of war, only a few buildings are burning, indicating that the Second Legion has successfully arrived.

[What we did was very successful, great, isn't it? 】

Along with the Primarch's laughter, pride and ease appeared on everyone's faces.

【but……】

Morgan changed the subject.

[Nevertheless, my children, I still hope that you will not be proud, and do not lie on this lost credit book. I hope that each of you can know that this war has been calculated and planned from the very beginning. Inside, it's tough, but there's no more suspense. 】

[In this war, I have invested all the strength of the legion.It has even reached a point where it can be called extravagance and waste. 】

[But even so, I dare not call this war a perfect victory. We still made some mistakes. Although these mistakes seem insignificant, they can still bring us some precious vigilance, so I put You have gathered here to recap the victories we achieved together. 】

【This is your victory, and it is also my victory. Although our goals may be slightly different, we have all achieved it. 】

[What you desire is victory and honor, a hearty first battle under the command of the Primarch. There is no doubt that you have achieved this, with your courage and glory. 】

【And what I long for...】

[It’s always said that from the very beginning, I have no more desire for victory and honor. When I wrote the first stroke of this plan, what I thought about was how to reduce the casualties of my heirs in this battle , How to make more Dawnbreakers return to the bridge alive. 】

[Obviously, I also succeeded. 】

[Gladstone has fallen, and I have lost less than a hundred children. 】

[For me, this is success, and this is the success that brings me more joy and glory than conquering any world. 】

[Now, let me, the mother of successful genes, show off to you how I achieved this success. 】

Joyful laughter sounded from both sides of the long table, while Morgan looked at the huge projection in the center of the table.

[Where to start? 】

[Let's start with... let's start with the massacre of aliens. 】

(End of this chapter)