Emperor's Bane

Chapter 249 From Whispers of Joy

"Reality proves once again that most people are wrong, and my truth is based on their mistakes."

"The flesh and blood of the lady of hunger is walking on the land of the galaxy, but those blind fools turn a blind eye to it, my colleagues, they can't see how much favor the eternal enemy has poured on this human body, which is enough to let All the joy demon army is eclipsed."

"My colleagues, my partners, and my subordinates, they think my words are just nonsense, gossip, but they are dead wrong: the favorite of the Lord of Pleasure is walking on the skyline of the galaxy, If we continue to turn a deaf ear to this, one day all Arks will be reduced to the graves of our race in the Second Shriek, and all Asuryans will be thrown into eternal distortion, becoming Vessel with which the thirsty He soothes his darling."

"The future is dark, but it is not without hope: I have seen the last ray of hope by crossing the most dangerous rapids in the world's long river: and it is my mission to hold it tight. Hold it in your hand."

"I will take this as my mission, I will take this as my watch, I will forge ahead from now on, at all costs, even if I issue the most distorted decisions and orders, even if I commit the most terrible atrocities and betrayals, I will Will never stop."

"For this is my destiny: I have seen it, I have seen my glorious and redemptive death, and I shall be the end of it all, the salvation of my race."

"And the first step is to make them aware of the seriousness of the problem."

"All the sons of Asuryan must clearly realize that this silver-haired human, this monster called the Primarch, who wears the favor from the deepest heart of the hungry lady, is absolutely impossible to confront natural enemy."

"She is not God's Chosen for the Hungry Lady, nor is he the vanguard of his army, nor are he those worthless big demons, devil princes, or any lofty and vain titles."

"She's way above that."

"She stands above all living beings in the Palace of Pleasure, her frown and smile are enough to arbitrate the life and death of any Keeper of Secrets, I have seen, I have seen that twisted and blasphemous scene: in the madness in the deepest part of the Silver Palace , on the high position on the right hand side of the god of hunger and thirst, waiting for a noble blood girl, waiting for an indifferent tea drinker, waiting for a pair of dark pupils who can share the joy with the prince of darkness , awaits the daughter, mate, love of the horny lady."

"Waiting for her, waiting for: Morgan."

"Remember this name, she will affect the fate of the galaxy, and she will arbitrate our empire."

——Aidalad, the supreme prophet of Wusi in the Ark World, engraved on his staff

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When Arkworld's high-ranking supreme prophet Aldarad witnessed the last Comorian natural disaster crashing to the ground, he let his body be dragged into the subdimensional space that had been prepared in advance.

The failure did not make him lose, he had predicted this a long time ago, just like the sub-dimensional space where he was hiding at this time, everything was predicted and prepared in advance, and everything was just the first ray of fire that ignited thousands of stars.

He wasn't anxious, he wasn't lost, and he wasn't ashamed, even though his people were being slaughtered by humans in every corner he could see, Aldarad knew that this was their fate, Every one of them will have such a day sooner or later, but sooner or later.

Since these Comorian races have slaughtered, plundered, and tortured countless inferior races in the Milky Way for thousands of years, and have never taken the right path to stop this kind of behavior of drinking poison to quench their thirst, then their fate will not let Edalad was happy, but it wouldn't make him feel more psychologically burdened: even though he was the direct cause of the scene in front of him.

……

Perhaps it was this mutual indifference and ruthlessness, and perhaps it was the absolute egoism brought about by this long fall that led to the final disintegration of their former empire.

At the moment when he stepped into the sub-dimension, the Supreme Prophet couldn't help but think of this, so as to show a smile of joy in bitterness.

But soon, even this wry smile was broken by an unexpected visitor.

"Lies, betrayal, self-deception."

"After so many years, you are still stubborn and have not made any progress."

The hissing and blasting sound of icy metal rubbing pierced the tranquility in Adalad's ears, and only then did the Supreme Prophet realize that in his private space, there seemed to be a guest who didn't have any reservations.

He turned his head, only to see an icy metal body with a dark green light emitting from top to bottom. Although the hard face made it impossible for the visitor to form any expressions, a kind of sarcasm still vividly appeared on the paper.

The Supreme Prophet recognized him: No matter in which ancient civilized race, the name of the person before him is a thunderous name: nothing but infamy.

"How did you enter my space, Your Excellency Traasin?"

"You know, young man, I'm Traasin. What I'm good at is visiting any place. Your defensive means can't be put on the table."

A smile flickered on the corner of Adalad's mouth. He had never expected this answer, and he had never been more prepared for the overlord of the space necrons walking slowly in front of him: the battle between them would not be at this time, And Traasin's rusty and unarmed body also shows that this is just an unlucky egg he snatched casually.

The Prophet took off his helmet, and at the corner of his eyes, the last Ugul giant was grabbed by the upper and lower jaws of the extraordinarily tall Astartes warrior, and then the whole head was torn in half. The scene was accompanied by the cheers of the victory of the human army.

Everything that happened inside and outside the Yemenga Stone Monument was clearly projected in the sub-dimensional space. The two notorious people of their respective races did not speak immediately. They kept a safe distance and spoke in silence. Witnessing the end of this ridiculous drama.

They saw the army of the Dark Eldar clan collapsing under constant blows. Some of the weak were desperate and eager to escape back to the passage they came from, but encountered a wall of Dawnbreakers that was absolutely insurmountable. The evenly matched battle turned into a bloody massacre with the accumulation of countless factors.

And those Comorian people who were crazy enough, brave enough and resourceful enough quickly chose another path. They launched a desperate and terrifying charge towards the last front of Dawnbreaker, because behind that front, not only were there temporarily trapped The Primarch's room also has a hidden webway door.

They had almost succeeded: if it hadn't been for the last moment, the silver-haired, blue-eyed lady stepped into the children's arena like a maddened giant, with a fury so terrible that the world would tremble.

Although he has witnessed countless similar scenes in the long river of fate, when that bloody figure first caught sight of Adalad, he could still feel the trembling all over his body: this trembling It's not fear and consternation, but a kind of despair that comes from the blood, just like a hare with lop ears looking directly at a hungry tiger that is close at hand. At the first moment when he saw the Primarch, Adalard I felt that I had completely lost hope of continuing to survive, and chose death in vain.

Just like before him, those Comoros in another dimension: at the first sight of the Primarch, all the Dark Eldar lost the courage to fight, and even lost the fear of running, no matter what Whether it is those witch spirits and ruling succubi who have performed the bloody art for thousands of years, or Queen Lilith herself who reigns over the sects of disputes, all the atrocities and desires melted like ice and snow at this moment, and the Primarch's innocence When the blue-blue pupils of emotion swept over the souls of all of them, they had already given up their determination to resist.

Lilith was the first to fall. The Queen of the Dispute Sect could almost be said to be one of the most powerful figures in the Dark Eldar, but when she fell into eternal stupefaction, she lost even one-tenth of her strength. Unable to use it, he was easily squeezed by the Primarch's neck, becoming a dying beautiful body, losing all pride and strength, and turned into a sad captive at Morgan's feet.

And when the fate of the strongest among them was revealed so brightly, all the succubi and witch spirits: no matter whether they were legends who have fought for thousands of years or talented brides of Kane, at this moment Lost the courage to fight.

The bad roots from Comoros are finally revealed at this moment: when the Dark Eldar are facing the threat of death, and when they face the incarnation they fear, there is no such thing as pride, brutality and orthodoxy. The demeanor of the heir, all the people of Comoros showed their original sad face at this moment: a group of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death, a group of pathetic people who put their lives above everything in the world.

All the Dark Eldar, they abandoned courage and faith, art and demeanor in an instant, they left their opponents aside, and rushed to the entrance gate of the webway, no one wanted Stay in front of this terrifying opponent for even a second.

But at this moment, such a remedy is still too late: none of the hundreds of elite Eldar killers reached the door a hundred meters away alive, because as early as their bodies first appeared in the Primarch When they were in the pupils, their souls were already tightly held by Morgan. The so-called escape was just the aftermath of a group of pale bodies irrationally radiating.

But the pale lady didn't give up because of this, instead her anger burned with the wailing of the palm soul, and the smiling Dawnbreakers immediately saw with some worry that their Primarch's face began to emit a wave of anger. With a chilling smile, her pupils ignited fire again with the squandering of psionic energy, but it was not the pure white fire light they were accustomed to, but a very light but stubborn purple.

Words that no one could recognize spit out from Morgan's mouth word by word. It was a terrible howl that had never been activated since the Randan War. Anyone can feel as if there are countless sharp claws brushing past their ears, piercing through those Comoros assassins who were in a hurry.

One, two, three...

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...

When all the Dawnbreakers were able to catch that weird low smile in their ears, they also saw the end of their opponents: an invisible wave swept across the entire bloody purgatory in an instant, and it entangled the dark spirit The necks and ankles of the tribe, pierced their brains, and cut off their souls in the pain of wailing, and then carelessly pulled them out from the living body and will, leaving scattered lives in the Gone in the cold wind.

Even the bravest Astartes warriors are watching all this in awe, and those wild beasts that were still killing the Sons of Morgan have put away their minions at this moment, they no longer growl and run, but Trembling with his hateful body, he crouched in the direction of the Primarch, buried his head with his forelimbs, and whimpered like a beaten wild dog, until they were slapped by the Dawnbreakers who had reacted, and did not continue to resist.

Hector inadvertently stabbed the last of the Aetherhounds at his feet, the ever-larger Astartes warrior who was the natural nemesis of these monsters, but all his attention was now on the other side. On this matter: right in front of him, not far away, an extremely agile Dark Eldar, he even touched the door of the webway, but was still ruthlessly dragged by his ankles, and then he was seen by Dawnbreaker. In a dimension beyond their reach, they were subjected to torture that they could never imagine, and only the screams that resounded throughout the wasteland were the only trace of this torture and atrocity.

Hearing the piercing voice that was so shrill as if he had personally experienced the doomsday, and feeling the awe-inspiring rustling in the invisible sea, when Hector turned his eyes to the rotten flesh again, When the fallen Dark Eldar was on top of him, a trace of absolute wrong pity even flashed in his heart.

And after the pity, there was an overwhelming awe, and the object of that awe was the center of the storm at this moment: his great Primarch, the one he deserved and should fear most.

I don't know why, before that, Hector even forgot that he needs to respect his own Primarch. In his opinion, his mother represents more of a kind of kindness and light, rather than a statue worthy of worship.

But at this moment, Hector realized his big mistake: how could he not be in awe of the Primarch, how could he forget his surrender to the Mother of Genes under the care of almost grace.

It is unforgivable.

The company commander of No. 20's third company took a deep breath of bloody air, and then, like every combat brother around him, he turned his awe-inspiring eyes to the invisible interior of the huge stone monument, to them The Great Mother of Genes: They witnessed her wrath and were willingly proud of it.

But unlike his brothers, there was the slightest furrow at the edge of Hector's thick eyebrows: perhaps it was some kind of delusional reason, Morgan's favored son, who always felt that, at this moment, his genes The anger emanating from the mother did not belong to her alone.

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"I don't know what you're trying to do, sad Eldar, but you should have succeeded."

The Lord of Solanamus watched the bloody massacre performance against the people of Comoros with relish. He even wanted to applaud, and regretted that he did not bring any shooting equipment: these most despicable scums have been in countless lives in the past. It is unknown how many treasures worthy of collection were destroyed in the Era. They did not understand the value of art and history at all. The current tragedy is just some compensation for their numerous atrocities.

And even without this point, the relationship between the Necrontyr and the Eldar was enough to make Traasin ridicule Edalad to the fullest, even though he had long since ignored these old things.

"It's just that I'm curious: no matter what you want to do, isn't the price too high? Look at these poor people who fell on the ground: natural disasters, nightmares, commanding succubi and beast trainers, and one more." Fighter planes and three dozen airships and motorcycles."

"There are more than 1000 elites, not even the most basic infantry, all of them are the backbone elites of Comoros, all of them are real sons, and then the whole army is wiped out: deception like this is enough to make you hated by all the Dark Eldar for life .”

"It's just a necessary sacrifice, and it's their destiny."

Wu Siwei's Supreme Prophet was holding on to his staff in a panic at this time, sweat dripped down from his forehead like heavy raindrops, but it was commendable, when the leader of the Ark Spirit Clan finally adjusted Breathing out his own breath, mustering up his courage, when he looked at the Primarch again, his pupils had exuded a precious emotion that no Comorian citizen could understand, which made him overcome the almost instinctive Out of fear, he slowly straightened his back and returned to normal.

Seeing this, even Traasin couldn't help but take a high look at this junior: It's never easy to overcome instinct, at least the Necrophobia didn't do it back then.

"So, would you be interested in telling me about your plans?"

"No comment."

Edalad slowly took his last breath, he looked at the overlord of the undead, and frowned unabashedly.

"It's better to say: Maybe you can explain to me why you are here?"

The question sent a wave of faux astonishment out of Traasin's vocal apparatus, like the most straightforward irony.

"Why am I here?"

"This is the edge of the Sotek Dynasty. It is the location of the most famous library and monument in the eastern part of the Necrontyr Empire. It was once one of the cultural centers of the galaxy. Now, you ask me why I am here?"

"I should be the one asking you, Spirit Race, just a few days ago, when I came to this world again and prepared another plan of mine, what did I see?"

"Aeldari! Thousands of Eldar! Occupy this hallowed temple of knowledge, and lay your foul traps and heretical techniques upon this sleeping treasure: be glad, Eldar, that this is not a sleeping World, there are no armies of the Necrontyr, or I would be talking to your corpse now."

Looking at the overlord of the necrons [Filled with Righteous Indignation], Edalard, who had heard of Trasim's reputation for a long time, just raised the corners of his lips, as if he had already ignored the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him.

"That's right, the territory of the Sotek Dynasty. So what is the overlord of the Nihirak Dynasty doing here? The master here's attitude towards me is no worse than his attitude towards you."

"I'm just a guest, who said you can't visit a house where the owner is not there?"

For this answer, the Supreme Prophet just responded with contemptuous silence, but he quickly realized another thing, which made his brows frowned.

"Wait, those traps that didn't have time to activate in time, or those organs that are obviously too fragile, must have been the tricks you did a few days ago?"

"Is there any reason for me to sit and watch them trap these humans, and then let your dirty fellows hover in front of my eyes for a longer time, and even take the opportunity to escape one or two?"

"I stand here alone, and I didn't bring a large army. You are lucky enough."

"Don't pretend to be a tiger there, you are dead."

A scornful smile flashed across Adalad's face.

"You think I haven't broken into the graves of your kind-oh, of course, my experience is far from yours, but even so I know very well that if calculated in these human worlds, even the most It will take at least half a century to quickly wake up a sleeping space necromancer dynasty: where did you get the time."

"Compared to this, I'm curious about another thing: what are you doing here? Is it still for the so-called protection of cultural relics? That's really unfortunate."

"It has nothing to do with that."

The Lord of Solenamus looked at the Primarch lingering in the purple light with a cold face.

"It's about her."

"...it looks like we have the same interests, necromancer."

"Don't be hypocritical here, Eldar, you ruined my plan. If you were wise enough to help before, I will think about helping you now."

"Why should I help you?"

"Then why should I help you again?"

"Our target is the human primarch, and your destruction will only benefit her."

"Does it mean that your victory will benefit me?"

"If you are obsessed with this, Undead, it will only drag us down at the same time. We can reach an agreement on the issue of the Primarch. You should have a little bit of a big picture. My victory is better than our common failure. "

"No, your victories sicken me more than my losses."

"Don't be so short-sighted, if you don't want to be popular, then please don't interfere."

"For me, sitting back and watching you win is helping: Why should I help you?"

"Then why should I help you?"

"Then we agreed: a three-way war."

"Needless, necromancer, it will only lead to our common failure."

"Very good: your failure is enough to soothe the damage of failure to me, I would rather see that human Primarch continue to live freely in the real universe than see an Eldar win in front of me. "

Adalad gritted his teeth.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

He was answered with a sneer.

"Stop joking around here, if it weren't for you guys, I would have transformed this place into a perfect temple of misdirection, your presence interfered with my plans, and she ended up seeing more than I thought possible .”

"Would that distress you: if so I'd be more than happy, necromancer."

Hearing this, Traasin turned his head, his breath was colder than his metal body.

"That's going to disappoint you: it's just a museum as a public place, and there's nothing crucial about it at all. My plan is just dragged down by you, and it's still proceeding in an orderly manner."

"Then again, if a setback can allow me to enjoy such a wonderful death ceremony of the spirit clan, it is really a bargain. How many of your fellow clansmen are you planning to sacrifice to implement your plan? Please be sure to invite me , to record all that.”

"I even thought of a name: "Eldarard, the Second Eldar Killer in the World""

"Work hard, Spirit Race, it's not impossible for you to reach the top of the list."

"You can't piss me off, Necromancer, I know what I'm doing: every Dark Eldar who died just met their fate, and sooner or later they will die at the hands of this terrible evil god's darling, I'm just Temporarily altering the sequence of time so that something more correct can follow."

"Only the stupidest individual will play with the power of time: plus you, I already know two exactly, and you are always refreshing my knowledge of brains and shame."

"How can you recognize those two things: you shouldn't have any."

"It's better to have nothing than to cherish nothing."

The necromancer ended the quarrel with a phrase and a soft hum. He once again fell into a death-like silence, and saw a rather strange phenomenon in the Primarch, which made him a little uneasy .

"..."

"Okay, Eldar, tell me."

"What is your purpose?"

"Why should I tell you."

"I'm not good at helping people, Eldar, but I'm good at making everyone mad."

"Would you like to try it out for yourself? I wouldn't mind having one of my clones take a vacation on some beautiful arkworld, maybe they'll be unlucky enough to get too close to a star?"

"..."

Eldalard put on his helmet, his emotions hidden beneath the night-black armor, not even the overlord of the Necrons could quickly see.

"Well, let me tell you, necromancer."

Finally, he spoke.

"I'm turning the curve of fate."

"Sounds stupid as hell."

"Yeah, but it's still better than your previous feats."

Traasin was silent, lifeless.

"and then?"

"Then……"

"Then, I am also conducting a series of observations, laying a solid foundation for my next actions, doing intelligence work well, and collecting the most important information."

"How close is that thirsty lady to this human primarch?"

"Then do you see it?"

"Terrible."

Aidalad turned his head, and his gaze focused on the dying Queen of Dispute Sects held in Morgan's palm: Aidalad could empathize with him, why did these most powerful members of the same race lose themselves at that moment? Proud fighting power.

Because he saw it too.

He saw, above the silent wonders of the Necrons, amidst the storms of rage and extremity, in the middle of an endless sea where only the greatest psykers could barely hold a foothold, a supreme The profane presence was drawn out.

No, using the word "attraction" is actually not very accurate. It should be said that just a ray of anger and madness from the Primarch revealed him.

Eldarard saw it, he saw the hungry lady, the indelible nightmare of all the Asuryans, the slaughterer and devourer of the Eldar gods, the smiling, laughing, Laughing, twisted gods.

He was by Morgan's side, He was in front of Morgan, when the spider queen's pupils flashed the first ray of purple light because of anger, all the spirit race could clearly see that scene, and they could all despair Discover:

The will of the hungry lady is right in front of them.

That was the gaze of His true self, the concentrated expression of her great power.

He raised a finger and whispered that these rude people disturbed his beloved daughter: as the slightest punishment, their souls were rightfully torn to pieces, and in a split second they experienced what they had done to others in this life. All the punishments passed, and then were gathered into a painful meal, slowly presented to the Primarch.

Edalad saw that scene.

And all he can do is to close his eyes, and at that moment, all the despair and heaviness, accompanied by a slow turbid breath, are exhaled.

The situation is worse than he imagined.

That horny lady wasn't looking at her daughter all the time.

But...

He never left.

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The Emperor hated her.

He never expected anything from her.

There has never been pity, family affection, redemption, compensation, or even the coldest complaint...

Never was, and never will be, his empire and territory are so cold and ruthless that there is not a shred of room for a failed work.

Yes, that's it.

Admit it, this is reality.

There is no place for her in the Emperor's future, her hope is in another, greater Palace of Sanssouci, her glory is in another place that is actually within reach, she...

"grown ups."

The call of concern seemed to be accompanied by a flicker of icy light, briefly calling the Lord of the Second Legion out of the lavender whisper.

Lana has already undergone the most urgent treatment, which allowed him to stand in front of the Primarch. When all the Dawnbreakers fell into a kind of worship of the Primarch, the chief old guard still did not Forget about your mission.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped forward and interrupted the bow of the gene mother.

"The casualties are out."

【read. 】

"349 people were killed in battle, and 26 people were seriously injured who needed to undergo the fearless sleeping ceremony. In addition, hundreds of moderately and lightly injured people recovered in a short time and continued to perform their missions."

【…】

[In other words, in less than 25 minutes, my legion has lost [-]% of its strength? 】

"Your gene seed gave us hope of survival, my lord, because of the benign mutation brought about by your gene primarch, more than 200 soldiers who should have been killed or seriously injured survived until the arrival of medical treatment, which is a great Reduced our casualty rate."

Morgan did not answer Lana's report, she just continued her silence, resisting the whisper in her mind again in an inexplicable anxiety.

Those whispers are neither madness of the past destruction powers, nor the coldness and ruthlessness of the Lord of Humanity. It is a long-lost greeting, a gentle embrace, a soft comfort, and a gentle mother standing behind her, frowning , with a distressed gesture, longing to heal the waves in the Primarch's heart because of the unprecedented number of casualties.

He stuck to her ear, poured out sympathy and longing to her, promised her promise and vengeance, mocked the Emperor's coldness with irreversible words, ridiculed the Emperor's gift, and never Hesitatingly made the greatest promise to the Primarch.

She will be the queen of the galaxy, she will be the master of pleasure, she will be the second great person to whom all the great demon armies who hold the banner of Slaanesh will be loyal, she will not be his slave, she will not be His projection, she will be the most unique and noble existence in his palace, enjoying the great honor of drinking at the same table with the gods amid endless blasphemy and taboos.

All this is true, all this is easy, and she will no longer grieve for the pain of her soul, and the Lord of Pleasure will soothe her misfortune with his own hands, and ensure that her soul will not be like other sad princes Same, became the walking dead after doom.

This is the greatest honor, this is the heaviest pampering, this does not even require any effort and struggle, does not require a single bit of dedication and fighting: because love is without reason, because she is the daughter of joy.

Just agree, just surrender, just a silent nod, a slight knee.

Just like this, she can get so much, she can enjoy endless eternity, she can...

……

"Bah!"

……

In the dark, it was the lighting of a merciless flame.

……

……

……

【enough. 】

Lana raised his head, and only he heard the words from the Primarch, but he couldn't imagine who this almost soliloquy was talking to.

But soon, the Primarch moved.

Morgan raised her head, and the last trace of stubborn gold flashed in her pupils.

【Gather the team, Lana, let's go back to the battleship. Enough has happened in this world, and I don't want to get close to this place in a short time. 】

"You... what's the matter?"

[It's okay, I'm fine, at least for now, but not necessarily in the next moment, my child, so, let's get out of here quickly, and then go to meet my father. 】

"...Emperor?"

[Yes, the Emperor, my father. 】

The Primarch laughed, and Lanar could see a lot of things in that smile, things he didn't think would happen to the Primarch.

Tired, flustered, dazed...

And fear.

"Are you really all right, my lord?"

[If you ask again, maybe something will happen to me. 】

"..."

"Understood, my lord."

[If you understand, then act quickly, Lana, and escort this red-haired alien to the battleship by the way. 】

[Let's set off quickly to meet my dear father. 】

[I have many, many, many, many things to say, and I want to have a good talk with him. 】

"Are you missing the Emperor?"

[Of course, my child. 】

[I can confidently tell you that in my great chaotic family, there is no daughter who is more filial than me. 】

(End of this chapter)