Emperor's Bane

Chapter 253 Death of the Second Primarch
"Our brother... is a bit strange, isn't it."

"I sensed in him a strange air, a mild tragedy that brought tears to my eyes, but it was neither Hamlet nor Macbeth, but a more... rude feeling."

Fulgrim stood condescendingly on the dilapidated iron tower. He hesitated for a few seconds, carefully keeping his cloak away from the railings that hadn't been scrubbed for an unknown amount of time before turning his head. He looked at his blood relatives rather seriously and confusedly.

Beneath the fingertips of the Chemos Phoenix is ​​the city of Quintus, the core of the midnight ghost's dominion, filled with torrents of dead silence, tens of thousands of Nostramo People lowered their heads, forming the quietest line, leading all the way to the adamantium factories that devoured them, continuing their eternal daily work.

"This world isn't quite right, folks."

Chemos Phoenix's brows were frowned because of the feeble sun above his head and the oppressive stench of exhaust smoke, writing the dissatisfaction and disgust in the Primarch's heart. He quickly left his position and returned to the Among his blood relatives, and behind them, the huge recognition ceremony had just ended, and the Astartes warriors and Nostramo's bureaucrats all left silently, leaving those most noble who could have Hear the glory of the Emperor's word.

"I think it's okay. Except that the problems brought about by industrial development don't seem to be given enough attention, this world is pretty good. It's quiet, busy, and well-organized. It's a qualified industrial world."

As always, Fulgrim's Gorgon was the first to answer. This pair of brothers with outstanding military exploits and brilliance stood at the core of the five Primarchs. Beside them was the silent rock, smiling. The apostle, as well as the Lord of the Far East Frontier who has just returned and looks quite jerky.

The complexion of each Primarch was not very good, because although what they saw was far less chaotic than imagined, it also revealed an indescribable sense of depression. The lord of the Word Bearers has quietly bowed his head , began to pray for the ruined country to come from the emperor's gospel, while Donne turned his eyes to the oldest and tallest buildings, and every time he saw a rusty wall, his originally extremely serious face It gets darker.

As for the gene mother of the Second Legion, her eyes were focused on another interesting thing: Morgan's will drifted with the slight movement of his pupils, curiously looking at those North scattered in the dull crowd Teramore dignitaries, and was quick to cluck their tongues at the darkness of souls she saw.

"Come on, Ferrus."

Fulgan walked back to his brother, raising his jaw arrogantly, defending his point of view and his authority.

"I have ruled a real industrial world, and personally led it from the dying brink to the prosperous prosperity. I know exactly what an industrial world should look like, especially for a man with obvious characteristics like Nostramo. A fringe planet with inherent advantages."

"Let me tell you, I thought I was going to see a chaotic, rich and crazy world, where a few ruling classes get most of the voice with their extravagance, and what is happening before our eyes It would outrage any righteous man, but it would be undeniably monstrously prosperous."

"But the reality is contrary to my imagination and experience. Look in front of us. Although this world also has its own prosperity, its own career, and even a comforting stability, it is silent, but The silence was terrifying, there was not even a roaring engine on those wide roads, and thousands of neon lights and billboards were all over every corner of the city, which was enough to show that they were once glorious and prosperous, but now, they are just a piece of Just a dark screen."

"They were very quiet, everything was very quiet, but the silence was definitely not a long tradition or a valuable consensus, because I didn't see that in the faces of those people."

"This kind of quietness... is more like a kind of breath-holding under the fangs."

"I'm not sure what happened to the world, my brothers, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't changed for all good."

The Phoenician's face was very serious, and his words successfully attracted the attention of all his blood relatives, but there was no real response that could answer his concerns. There is no way to start with the dead silence, or simply don't care about such a remote world.

In the end, Ferrus took a step forward, walked to Fulgrim's side, patted his shoulder lightly, and showed a rough smile that made people intoxicated.

"There's no need to worry so much, Phoenix."

"This is the world that belongs to our brother. He is the king here, and the residents here are also submitting to his rule. All of this is obvious. Since Conrad will choose to create his home planet in this way, it means It must contain his reasons and viewpoints.”

"Just like I let Medusa keep the disputes between the tribes, the situation in each world is different, and the problems in our eyes may not be able to shake the foundation of Conrad's rule here."

"……I hope so."

The Phoenician snorted softly, and his eyes drifted to the midnight ghost who stood by the emperor's side and hadn't spoken any more. His pupils exuded genuine concern and concern.

"But our brother doesn't look like a real king, he's more like a deity that frightens the world. I'm worried whether he has experienced real education and understands the meaning of rule and development."

"You seem to care about this question?"

Gorgon's soft whisper brought Fulgrim back to his senses, he raised his body, showed a meaningful smile, lightly buckled the hard armor under Ferrus' neck, and then gave Gorgon whispered in his ear.

"Does that make you jealous?"

"I'm not that petty."

"Come on, look at the fire burning in your chest, hotter than your forge."

"I've always been like this, Phoenix, I've always been like this."

"Yeah, I know, this is also one of my favorite things about you. After all, phoenixes are always attracted to flames, even if the existence in the flames is the terrifying Gorgon."

"Do you regret it?"

"If I answer [sometimes], will your flame be more blazing?"

Whispers and laughter sounded from the tight lips and ear pinnae of the two Primarchs, leaking fine fragments, and flowing into the ears of the other Primarchs along with the foul-smelling breeze, the Word Bearers and the Fist of the Empire His master seemed to be used to this for a long time, while the poor mother of the Dawnbreaker couldn't help but dilate her pupils.

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Morgan blinked her eyes: her soul was just shocked by the extremely high [average literacy] of the Nostramo, and when she turned her head, she saw this scene created by two blood relatives, which shocked her even more.

And just as the Lord of the Second Legion was a little surprised to witness the two blood relatives sticking close together, she was patted on one shoulder: it was Luo Jia.

The Lord of the Word Bearers showed that gentle smile that has remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years. He had just finished praying for Nostramo. He had obviously seen this scene, but he had already calmed down. The new blood relative shook his head slowly, telling her not to be so surprised.

"Our brothers: Fulgrim and Ferrus, have always been like this. It is just a way of expressing their friendship, a blessing from the Emperor."

【…】

Does the Emperor also bless this aspect?
On the other side, although Dawn's gaze did not bring any actions or words, he was clearly expressing the same meaning: there is no need to be surprised by such trivial things.

【…】

I don't know why, compared to the astonishing performances of Fulgrim and Ferrus, the already common posture of Lorgar, Dorne, and even the human lord not far away caused Morgan's heart to fall into a deeper depression. In shock.

But fortunately, this shock did not last long, because as the Lord of Man moved his steps, Phoenix and Gorgon soon separated, and Fulgrim joined forces with his brothers while heading towards the second The Lord of the Legion cast a shining gaze.

"Will your legion come to take Nostramo, Morgan?"

【……take over? 】

"Yes, temporarily."

[But this is Curze's home planet. 】

"It doesn't look like our brothers are going to go it alone anytime soon."

Fulgrim rolled his eyes at his new sister, studying some of the tacit rules between the Emperor and the Primarch.

"Didn't you notice that the Eighth Legion didn't accompany us, and none of us received news of their assembly, which shows that the Emperor doesn't want to hand over the Eighth Legion to Curze's management in a short time."

【why? 】

"Because our brothers need time to adapt and learn."

Ferrus took over the conversation, and in his deep voice, several Primarchs began to walk towards the Stormbird together, and the Lord of Humans took the Midnight Ghost one step ahead. Comprehensive physical examination.

"Almost every Primarch will go through a period of learning after returning to adapt to life in the void. Such learning may be on the Emperor, or at the side of a brother. Of course, the best is still in the ..."

""Holy Terra. ""

Fulgrim and Ferrus said this answer with a tacit understanding, they blinked at each other, and chuckled as they recalled their chance encounter at the foot of the Ural Mountains.

This time, Morgan found that she had put on an expression that was no different from that of Luo Jia, and the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help but secretly rejoiced for his efficient learning ability.

[Does every gene primarch experience such a period of time? 】

"Most of them are. After all, even we cannot adapt to the Void and the Great Crusade in an instant. There is always a buffer period: for example, you, Morgan, haven't you studied by Jonson's side for more than ten years?" Is it?"

【……yes. 】

Was it learning?
Why doesn't she think so.

[So, who will Conrad study by his side? 】

"Either the Emperor, or one of us, I hope it's me."

Fulgrim smiled and patted Ferrus' shoulder armor aside as a comfort. Then, when the Primarchs finally walked in front of the Stormbird, Phoenix turned his head and asked Morgan the initial question .

"So, you haven't answered my question, Morgan: Will your legion come to take over Nostramo?"

Morgan thought for a moment, just for a moment, then shook his head.

[You can also see that Conrad seems to be very proud of his governance and does not need any of us to intervene. 】

"But it doesn't seem far away from your Avalon Federation, it's very close."

[This is not a suitable reason, Fulgrim, I have no right to send my own army and officials to the home planet of another blood brother, unless there is an order from the Emperor. 】

Also, I'm not that interested.

Morgan added in his mind.

As a grandmaster who has gone a long way in the soul, although several Primarchs present were vaguely aware of Nostramo's strange situation, no one can be as clear as Morgan, how bad is this world? To what extent.

Those rare vicious souls in this land of pure gold are innumerable, and the fangs of the midnight ghost did not make them extinct at all, but made them temporarily quiet and waited for a suitable opportunity.

But now, this opportunity has come: Midnight Ghost has confidently left this world that has been redeemed in his eyes, lost his fangs and cruelty, and Nostramo will be at a speed unimaginable by anyone. Returning to depravity, it is not a piece of high-value fertile soil, but a pot of boiling soup that is about to explode.

How could the rational and shrewd Spider Queen be interested in such a world, let her brother who has hundreds of millions of impoliteness return here one day in the future and swallow the bitter fruit.

As for other things, she doesn't care. Nostramo's only value is its fine gold, and the Far East border does not lack this precious metal.

Of course, on the surface, Morgan still maintains a serious attitude of loyalty, which made her brothers nod in satisfaction and regard her as their own kind.

"The expected answer, Morgan, is also the correct answer."

Fenghuang patted the sister's shoulder, showed a smile, and then uttered a whisper that was almost talking to himself.

"Unlike some Ultramarians..."

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[How do you feel about your blood brothers, Conrad?You are going to fight side by side for a long time, each playing your part. 】

The Lord of Humanity led his Nostramo descendants into the desolation amidst the splendor, and the Emperor waved his hand and summoned a lot of scientific instruments that the Night Ghost didn't know at all. The son maintained a spiritual communication, frowning at Conrad's long list of physical reports.

The Midnight Ghost curled up, he was like the most stubborn piece of dirt in this clean sterile room, the night king obeyed the emperor's words, and carried out various physical examinations , but always maintains the attitude of cherishing words like gold.

It wasn't until a long while later that Curze's weak reply was caught by the will of the human lord.

"I see the future for most of them, father, and it's not pretty."

[The future is not important, my Conrad, don't be bothered by it. 】

The Emperor answered his heir with a smile, and because his radiance was enough to suppress those wanton prophecies, Midnight Ghost, who temporarily lacked evidence, was not in a hurry to refute, he just kept himself quiet, constantly looking for the shadows in the room corner, thinking of the fastest way to get into it.

Of course, at the same time, he was indeed seriously thinking about the question from the Lord of Humanity: his blood relatives, his genetic kinship.

The first thing that Midnight Ghost thought of was the silver-haired figure. He glanced at the human master who was busy with various reagents, and wanted to express himself, but quickly restrained his thoughts.

Among all the blood relatives he has seen, the creature named [Morgan] is undoubtedly the most impressive. Jia saw the darkest madness in the background, but all the light and madness were eclipsed by the moment Morgan came into his vision.

Morgan, his blood relative, she is definitely not a living person.

Although such words have been designated as offensive by the emperor, deep in the heart of Midnight Ghost, he is extremely convinced of his own judgment and prophecy, especially when his heart and pupils see the same thing.

Morgan was dead, and he was very sure of this, because he clearly saw the moment of her death, he could even describe every detail and process in detail, and he could clearly dictate the most terrifying catastrophe.

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At the end of the so-called Second Randan War, when several legions of the Imperium of Man united to deal the final blow to the strongest enemy of the Great Crusade, a silent threat began to Emerging on the front lines of the Imperium of Man, in a matter of months destroyed what had been forged by countless generations and blood.

Countless worlds that had been purified began to burn again, and countless fleets rushing to the front line disappeared inexplicably. Return to their extraterritorial darkness, because a more powerful opponent, an unprecedented betrayer, has replaced the majestic Randan Empire in the past, and has become the most terrifying enemy of the empire and even mankind.

The most angry and harsh orders came from the mouth of the Lord of Humanity, and all the most terrifying weapons on Mars were taken out. The sons of lions and savage wolves gathered under the emperor's command, and rushed to the starry sky that suddenly fell into chaos , to work together to eliminate the traitors and legions that have been determined to be doomed.

Morgan, the Emperor's Daughter, the third Primarch to return, Master and Queen of the Second Legion, has been the hero of the Great Crusade for decades: she has proved to be the Betrayer, the Empire of Man The most terrifying opponent, she has devoured the entire Far Eastern frontier and most of the northern part of the galaxy. She already possesses a profane power comparable to that of the Holy Terra. Tens of millions of worlds and expeditionary fleets can't wait to swear allegiance to her , no matter how loyal they were to the Emperor.

The army of the Lord of Humanity ran over the traitor's territory without hesitation, and the No.11 Legion was a well-deserved vanguard. Although their Primarch had not yet returned, their strength was strong enough to defeat Morgan's desecrated soil. Plow bloody passages.

The No.11 Legion played triumphant songs, and the offensive was fierce: until they plunged into the Far East frontier and lost all news in an instant, 10,000+ Astartes fighters evaporated silently, even Nor was the Emperor certain of their fate.

Panic began to spread, and the expansion of the eastern and northern parts of the galaxy was urgently stopped, because the imperial world there was falling into the arms of the traitors at an unimaginable speed. Over the next ten years an unimaginable force was amassed to launch the [Third Randan War].

Of course, only those who really participated in the battle will know that Ran Dan has already been crushed like crumbs in front of the mighty power approached by the lord of mankind. The Second Primarch and her Legions: as more and more terrible deeds have proved, those worlds that were recovered by the Second Legion during the Great Crusade, or the expedition fleets familiar to Morgan's deeds, are disregarding All flock to the kingdom of traitors and become Morgan's craziest minions.

The fear caused by this phenomenon reached its peak at the moment when the Second Legion appeared, especially this group of doomed traitors not only carried a large number of rebel auxiliary troops, but also had a more terrifying ally: they had also abandoned the human race. Lord, the No. 11 Legion of the Astartes who swore allegiance to Morgan.

The Dark Angels, who met the two major rebel legions unexpectedly, suffered huge losses. Ten thousand of the best inner ring veterans sacrificed their lives to cover the retreat of the legions, but their noble sacrifices brought about the most terrible tragedy: when When the Space Wolves arrived as reinforcements, they suddenly found that [-] Dark Angels who looked like walking dead had become their opponents.

And while all this horror and blasphemy was happening, the Lord of Humanity and his Striker were looking for the source of traitor's power on the wreckage of an ancient world, and they soon discovered a million-year-old The great relic, its owner is the last of the ancient saints, and all the heritage of this great creator-like race has been looted by a silver-haired thief, leaving only a place like a jellyfish mixed with a spider The strange empty shell of the body.

The Lord of Men recognized these husks as belonging to a fearsome Warp creature called the Enslaver, legendary Havoc of the Warp that dealt the Old One's final blow, and he soon discovered another thing: Every enslaver in this world has died a miserable death, greedily devoured of all psychic power and means of enslaving other species, and the number of dead is... enough to scare the Emperor.

Apparently, when the Randan War was in full swing, someone came to the last sanctuary of the Old Sage, took away the last legacy of the Creator, and used this as a bait to attract countless people who would eventually be killed by her. The creatures of the Warp devoured.

And the Enslaver, the legendary warp creature who gave the Old One the final blow and swept across the galaxy, apparently became the only main course of a crazy feast in this world: as for the gluttonous guest To what extent she would twist, strengthen, and insane after feeding on tens of thousands of enslavers and other warp creatures was beyond the Emperor's expectations.

The more horrifying details discovered by the Lord of Humanity even surpassed Conrad's cognition. What he saw in the prophecy was only the so-called third Randan War, and in those places he could not see clearly , he could barely hear the exclamation and fear of the destructive power in the storm.

Under the onslaught of the human empire at all costs, the kingdom of the traitors gradually withered to the north of the galaxy, but the price of this victory is unimaginable: fighting against Morgan's minions is the most terrible slow suicide, if you can't kill yourself If they win before their spirit is dragged down, and quickly implement the corresponding amnestic surgery, then even the most powerful Astartes fighters will become the puppets of the traitors without any resistance. At least [-] Diablos The angels have become such tragedies one after another, and under the personal operation of those "unaware" colleagues, they were completely removed by the extinction order issued by the father of genes.

Countless fallen worlds were ordered to exterminate under such a deadly threat. Countless mortal auxiliaries, expeditionary fleets, and even Titan legions became victims of dragging the front line without knowing it, and finally collectively perished, while those who did not participate in the war The characters, even those Primarchs on the other side of the galaxy, have been completely wiped of all memory of the Betrayer, and they don't even know what the Dark Angels are doing in the north of the galaxy.

In this way, in the next few decades, the apocalypse-level great war spanned the northwestern part of the galaxy, and the northern part of the empire was on the verge of destruction. The No.11 Legion was defeated by the dark angels in their desperate allegiance to Morgan. Crushed alive, those remaining gene-seeds were used to create a new Eleventh Legion.

And it wasn't until the tenth year of the war that the Dark Angels and Space Wolves captured the whereabouts of their traitor blood relatives in an inadvertent operation. The two Primarchs didn't even have time to call on the power of the Emperor. Prepare to die with this terrible traitor at all costs.

This terrible annihilation battle completely destroyed a galaxy. The First Legion used all their trump cards, a total of [-] fighters who feared death, and the same sacrifice from the Space Wolves before they exchanged two gene originals. The body was killed in front of Morgan.

In the end, when the Lord of Humanity arrived at the fastest speed, he saw Jonson and Leman Russ who were on the verge of collapse, each holding a heart from Morgan. As for the galaxy itself as the battlefield, Has been erased from time and space in front of the dark angel's secret weapon.

At the time, everyone thought the war was over.

It wasn't until more than ten years later that the No.11 original body returned to the empire and reunited with his own legion, and his somewhat weird behavior quickly aroused the patriarch's doctrine. Under the constant investigation of the loyal servant of the emperor, He discovered a most terrible secret.

That secret involved Morgan, who was theoretically dead long ago, and his terrible ambition enough to shake the human empire: In the end, the No.11 Legion and their Primarch were wiped out for no reason under the forced order of the Lord of Humanity, and when their last When a soldier fell, everyone heard the whisper about [Morgan].

Morgan is dead.

Morgan will not die.

She will return, and when more people whisper of her presence, she will return to the galaxy.

Then, not even the Emperor can stop her.

Because she already has her own seat, she is already equal to them.

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Coz blinked.

This is what he saw, this is what he witnessed when Morgan's figure flickered in his pupils, what had happened.

But now, all of this has been ridiculously crushed, his blood relative who has long been hidden in the void stands in front of him, showing him a smile without sincerity, and everything around him competes against this abomination His creation is indifferent, even seeing it as a true kind.

A group of idiots, they can't see what kind of thing is standing in front of them.

But Coz saw it.

He really saw it.

He saw what the daughter of the emperor, the blood relative of the Primarch, and the mother of the genes of the Astartes warriors in silver armor looked like. He saw the corpses crawling out of the tomb, wearing Covered with a layer of cold human skin, she just stood in front of him and smiled at him.

They say she is human.

No, she is not.

She is absolutely not.

[You seem to be uneasy about some of your blood relatives, Conrad. 】

In the deathly silence, the lord of humanity slowly turned his head. He caught some fluctuations in his son's heart, and felt somewhat moved by it.

Midnight Ghost didn't answer, because he was carefully recalling, carefully recalling the moment Morgan walked into his eyes, carefully recalling what the undead man named Morgan looked like in his eyes.

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She is not human.

This is literally.

Morgan, not human.

She is a statue, a snow-white creation that has been broken into pieces, a statue of a pure virgin whose lower body and limbs have been smashed, with mottled blood all over her body, and where the pupils were originally, there are only a series of ferocious compound eyes like spiders , no eyeballs, leaving dozens of hollows of flesh and blood, and the place where the lips and teeth were originally, but there is nothing, only a panicking whiteness.

Her arm is broken, with both gentle beauty and iron-like arrogance, her forearm has disappeared, replaced by a rotten olive vine connecting the joint between the elbow and the wrist, her hands clenched Holding two rusty objects, it is a balance that is always biased, with light on one side and blood on the other, and a sharp blade made of human skin and bones in the other hand, exuding a waving The lingering musty smell.

She was wearing a tattered snow-white robe. As delicate as her face was, her body was terrifying. Where the robes couldn't cover up, there were white bones full of howling souls, extending all the way to her. The raging fire under his feet extended to a piece of flesh and blood that could not be consumed or grown, but could only be tortured forever.

Morgan has no legs, she stands out of nowhere above all pain, and rides a nightmare that never wakes, where her pale robes linger, there are foundations made of tears, and There were endless sharp daggers, these daggers would only be used for the brutality of assassins, and one of them happened to be parked next to Morgan's neck.

This is Morgan.

It was the appearance of his blood relatives in the eyes of Midnight Ghost.

He only recalled it for a second, then quickly opened his eyes, unwilling to recall the disgusting appearance, and at the same time, he heard that the father of genes who was always busy said a kind of easy , yet an unmistakable voice, spoke to him.

[Conrad Coates, my boy. 】

[I have one thing to tell you. 】

【Actually, long before I came to pick you up, I arranged the most suitable mentor for you among your blood relatives...】

(End of this chapter)