Emperor's Bane

Chapter 256

[In general, things develop like this. 】

[Father and daughter, ruler and subject, one condition and another condition, one requirement and another requirement. 】

[In the end, an agreement is reached, a deal that may be dissatisfied by both parties, but both can barely bear and admit: results like this are often the most stable. 】

【So, after you and that soulless old Mr. Undead, the third uninvited guest boarded my battleship in a grand manner, and even lived next to me. 】

[This more or less makes people feel bad, doesn't it? 】

【So……】

【Do you have any questions? 】

[The silent Miss Lilith? 】

The Spider Queen's smile was still so gentle and harmless, like an ignorant virgin in an ivory tower, smiling at the most vulgar anecdote in the world.

Of course, if one ignores the dots of blood on the edges of her lips and teeth, and the undisguised coldness and madness of her blue pupils, such a disguise is enough to be called flawless.

【You seem very cold. 】

[Or, you want to have a good talk with my new pet: it just got out of the hands of my steely brother and can't wait to hang something. 】

The series of words did not get a single reply, but the Lord of the Second Legion did not show any anger at all. She kicked off her boots and socks, and lay barefoot on the specially moved padded mat. Sitting on the chair, he breathed in the cold air around him with relish.

It was the smell of torture and torture, a smell she loved, and a smell that only she could enjoy carefully: all this was like a malicious hiding, which brought a little pleasure to the Spider Queen.

At this moment, it has been fifteen days since the army of the human empire arrived in the Nostramo sector. The fleets of the Primarchs have long since disappeared in the waves of the subspace, and the relatives of the lord of mankind have already disappeared. Under the leadership of Himself, the guards crossed the Far East frontier area controlled by Morgan, and broke into the more terrifying fog of extraterrestrial darkness along the way.

Of course, who is more terrifying, the so-called extraterrestrial darkness or the lord of mankind, is another issue.

As the half-master of the Far Eastern border area, the actions of the Second Legion were more calm than other brother troops after all. The sons of Morgan abandoned Nostramo, and let the world be full of confidence in Midnight Ghost. Self-growth, the Dawnbreaker Legion returned to its own country, and planned to continue their [Frontier March] after some repairs.

And while the entire No.20 Third Expeditionary Fleet was concentrating on matters such as supplies or personnel deployment, in the deepest part of the Queen of Glory class battleship, in a place that no one would know, the master of the Second Legion was I skipped all the work and carried out my daily relaxation activities leisurely.

[It took me a little time and energy to build this place, and the memory fragments you left me have made a lot of contributions during this period. 】

With a kind of pride, the Lord of the Second Legion introduced her torture chamber in a self-talking manner. Of course, she can be so proud and proud, because this cold cage called "the atrium" by Morgan is a prison. It is the embodiment of all the terrible fantasies of human beings, and it is the embodiment of the evil concept that is indistinguishable from the deep passages under the Terra palace.

The walls made of fine gold, ceramic steel, plastic steel and no less than [-] kinds of composite materials are shaped into a dense honeycomb shape. Thousands of small cabins are like eyeballs without pupils, telling the story of spiders. The queen's desire to control, which does not appear easily, also hides various methods she uses to vent her dissatisfaction.

The size of the honeycombs on each wall is different, telling their respective uses and blood. The most dense side is the alternative collection room of the Lord of the Second Legion. Every person who dies under her hands is worthy of being The aliens of memory will permanently leave a part of themselves here, either as a collection, or as handmade materials for the Spider Queen's whim.

The claws of giant beasts, the sharp teeth of Dr. Green Piwa, and the last hearts left by various civilizations that have been wiped out are delicately placed in their respective positions, waiting for the day when they can be favored by the Spider Queen. However, their numbers are far less than the traces left by the Aeldari here. The heads of countless elites of the Eldari have been carefully boiled to remove flesh and blood, polished and whitened, so that the Primarch can always remember the abundance of their souls with lusciousness.

Especially after the brief killing of the Yemenga Stone Stele ended, this wall was completely protected by a slender and exquisite net: but if you look carefully, you will find that the material of this exquisite net is It wasn't any kind of silk thread, and the trembling sinews of countless Comoros people, each section contained the only remaining wailing will of a Dark Eldar, allowing the Lord of the Second Legion to slightly brush away such a huge The distressed state of mind caused by the loss of property.

Such a huge work was completely built by the Primarch herself. Driven by some stubborn instincts, she refused to let anyone, especially her own children, know the existence of everything in this room, the atrium of Morgan There were not even gates, the Primarch and her handmaidens came and went by means of a perpetually operating short-distance teleportation phalanx.

And on the other side of the wall of collections are the various tools that the Spider Queen used to create these handicrafts, each of which is far beyond the imagination of mortals and even Astartes warriors. A profane will that would never come out of a normal person's brain: and the Lord of the Second Legion also reproduced the most popular styles in these webway giants with the enthusiastic help of thousands of her Comorian friends , even with a little egotistical improvement.

The function of these tools is not only to satisfy Morgan's handicraft ambitions, but also to contribute to the third wall: the brilliance of the wall of truth. This wall is the bloodiest, but it is also the most normal, revealing a characteristic irony. Color: The hives that make up this wall are the largest, as each of them stores at least one xenomorph that has been disemboweled, ranging from the most classic greenskins to some long-extinct xenomorphs , The Spider Queen will carry out some projects that are not convenient to carry out in a sterile laboratory here, and improve her grasp of the scientific knowledge in her mind.

And on the other side of the wall of truth, the Primarch's selfishness was in full bloom, and it was the same wall she was now facing as she lay on her side on the bench.

This wall is the simplest, all it has is a huge cross, and now, the star of Comoros in the past, the undefeated queen of the sect of strife, Lilith Heslapekos, is firmly nailed On the top, the spikes strengthened by psionic energy pierced her limbs mercilessly, but they continued to release healing spells, so that the Dark Eldar would not die easily.

The whole body of the Queen of Disputes is wrapped in psionic energy, which not only protects her dying life from being taken away by the Prince of Pleasure, but also dooms her to not even moving a bit, otherwise she will encounter those spirits that every Eldar will be afraid of. The sad fate most feared.

This might be the most powerful Eldar lady in the entire galaxy is falling into a kind of aesthetic desolation, like a swan that should have soared in the sky but has its wings broken roughly, and can only swim in the dirty water. Show off your beauty in the pond.

The originally meticulous crimson hair color is now like a mass of burning wildfire. Beneath the sluggish dark red is the painful but still tough face of the Queen of Disputes, and the vigor and vigor that could fight ten powerful enemies at the same time. The body, the enchanting legs that could dance the wildest movements, is still as white as beryl, but it is already infected with the signs of dying brought about by various tortures, as well as the absolutely abnormal morbidity. vitality.

During the more than a month after capturing the [culprit], the Second Legion spent a long time with this first guest who visited her heart, exerting what she had learned before to her heart's content. Comorian techniques, starting from the most basic: for example, using a combination of a chainsaw and a hot metal stream, scratching the rich muscle fibers of the Eldar that have no fat layer as a protection, in the most painful exploitation and spells It took a few days and nights in her self-recovery to reveal her bones, and every time such a reincarnation made the Queen of Disputes clearly feel that her most proud fighting power was being weakened little by little, almost Irreversibly gone, never to be brought back.

Of course, this level of physical torture and mental torture is just the simplest one that the Primarch has seen in the Comoros magazine in her mind, and it is even a three-year-old child of the Dark Eldar can master it The entry-level operation, and the eyes of the Queen of Discord, did not waver in the slightest during the torture that could kill her several times, which even made Morgan, who was always observing her, feel sincerely happy.

[Why don't you make a sound, whether it's swearing, or the simplest moan of sorrow? 】

[Every Dark Eldar says, you have a sweet voice: let me listen, let me be happy, maybe our game today will come to an end. 】

Witnessing with dismay, the wound that tore the entire arm of the Queen of Discord was being continuously swallowed by powerful healing spells, and the invisible sharp edge, like repelling insects in the bones, was using the most painful gesture to restore the life of the Dark Eldar , turning her face full of wild beauty into a fiery waterfall.

Morgan was even a little tired of this scene. Her anger was exhausted in such a torture performance, and what followed was a flame in her heart that had been suppressed for too long, full of viciousness and madness, and All the accumulated grievances that have never been truly vented.

The queen of the Comoros became a silent container, a container that had to face all the malice in the spider queen's heart, and the most common way of expressing this malice came from her fellow Comoros.

Countless state-of-the-art [technologies] that are only occasionally mentioned in the minaret of Comoros and the hive of the Haemonculus began to be released on Lilith's body through the incomparable power of the Primarch. It can also be called immediate results. This Queen of the Arena, who may have lived for thousands of years, fell into the verge of real death in an instant. The speed and violence even made the Lord of the Second Legion sigh with emotion from the bottom of his heart. these technologies.

But despite this, Morgan still didn't hear the voice she longed for. Lilith, whose lips had turned pale, was like a puppet. Except for the eternal anger in her pupils, she didn't feed back any emotions to the Primarch.

Under such setbacks, the Spider Queen's interest also temporarily dissipated, and she lost the enthusiasm to continue to torture. After all, fundamentally speaking, perhaps Morgan is not a creation that requires torture and pain as a necessity.

The Primarch kicked off her boots and socks, and slumped lazily on the recliner that was out of place in the torture room. She was wearing a black and white restraint suit, which was the one she wore during her work-study program in the Dark Angels Legion. At that time, the souvenirs brought back by Run could effectively suppress part of her psychic energy, lest any impromptu thoughts of hers completely wash away the last ray of soul of this rare object of venting.

The straitjacket, whose main color is white, tightly wraps the Primarch's body from top to bottom, and perfectly tells her tall figure. The hard black fixing belts are all opened, and they are dragged to the ground one after another, stained with Lilith's skin. Blood that never dries up.

Morgan is leaning on her face lazily. From this angle, she can clearly see that her hands are wrapped in a set of silver-white gloves. They are almost identical. The only difference is that one glove highlights the sharp edge of the Primarch. nails, while the other glove showed rounded fingertips.

【Do you want to get to know Steno first?Or Yuri Allie? 】

With a chuckle, the silver guard in the free hand turned into a thick long snake with chainsaws all over its body, and crawled to Lilith's feet in the blink of an eye, along with a thought of the Primarch. Body-wise, wrapping it up is a breeze.

Morgan smiled and clenched his fists.

The next moment, the metal python began to squeeze her gift without hesitation. The unstoppable force crushed every bone of the Queen of Disputes in an instant, and reborn them in severe pain. The dead organs and countless squeezed bile could still be clearly captured by Morgan's hearing even through Lilith's belly, but she still didn't hear the sound she wanted.

The Queen of the Comoros gritted her teeth with a crazy idea, maintaining her silence and her only resistance with her mouth full of blood.

【…】

[Boring. 】

Morgan waved his hand, and the metal python, which had swelled to a length of more than ten meters, turned into a beam of light in an instant, returned to the Primarch's palm obediently, and turned into that sharp glove at that moment.

Seeing this scene, even the lord of the second legion had to start to lament the skills of his blood brother: Who would have thought that these two gloves were the [whip] presented by the Primarch of the Iron Hands.

Snakes and whips can be regarded as similar in shape.

Standing on the sidelines as she faithfully fulfilled her duty of restoring the spell, painstakingly and quickly restoring every muscle and organ that the Queen of Discord had wantonly destroyed, the Primarch just felt a mixture of boredom and satisfaction, she stretched , counting his own time, and at the same time observed that Lilith's pupils were somewhat numb to such pain.

[It seems that three times the body sensitivity and pain perception are still too easy to overcome challenges for an alien like you. 】

[But it doesn't matter, I have prepared a lot for you: But today, I'm afraid we won't be able to use it, we can only let the most basic tricks just now show off their prestige. 】

[But it's okay, my dear friend from Comoros. 】

【Our time. 】

[But it's very long. 】

Using the power of psychic energy, the Primarch easily lifted Lilith's jaw, and felt a kind of satisfaction for the blood-stained neck. She witnessed the rather rare physical fitness and spiritual will of the Queen of Discord, I couldn't help expressing emotion again: This is also the initial reason why she left this [culprit], because she saw a template that was born suitable for her various experiments.

Of course, such an initial purpose has now been gradually polluted by various other emotions, but it is still the unshakable bottom line in Morgan's heart. When the Primarch's eyes fell on Lilith's face, she couldn't help but once again muttering to himself.

【listen to me. 】

[I've heard of some ancient creations of your Comoros...]

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One Terran hour after the Primarch left her atrium, the Night Ghost officially stepped onto the deck of the Second Legion's flagship.

A second later, the Spider Queen perched on her throne learned of this from Bayal's communication, and her psychic power was the first to observe it.

Three seconds later, under the command of the Primarch, the chief swordsman of the Second Legion stepped forward, intending to invite the Midnight Ghost to Morgan's throne room to talk about some necessary matters and discussions.

Five seconds later.

Midnight Ghost disappeared in front of everyone present.

【…】

It's no surprise.

Morgan sat on the throne, leaning on her face, watching her blood brother hugging the ventilation duct on the battleship from a psychic perspective, crawling happily, and only felt a familiar sigh and a little tiredness.

After the Titan Legion Destroyer, Warp Safety Instruction Writer, Disposable Wonder Wholesaler, Witch Burning Rack Reincarnation, Canine Evolution Ultimate, Religious Regression Initiator, Honored Dueling Champion, Ambitious Printing Factory Owner, and After Romeo and Juliet, who had the misfortune to grow an extra organ.

Finally, a Land Crawler cockroach model among her brothers again?
……

Strange biodiversity has increased yet.

Morgan sighed again, which made the Virgo on the side couldn't help but look at her more, but the Primarch didn't care about these things, she didn't even care about the commotion of her sons on the communication platform, but concentrated on using her soul Can perceive and track every whereabouts of the Midnight Ghost: as long as he is still on this Queen of Glory class battleship, he cannot escape.

Sure enough, Morgan clearly saw her blood relatives walking wantonly through the astonishingly wide pipes and shadows. His whereabouts seemed to be irregular, just wandering randomly to every corner of his interest, in those dawn Above the line of squires and mortal attendants, they listened quietly to their conversation.

For some reason, when she saw this scene, Morgan unexpectedly thought of her [Warmaster] for no apparent reason. Although that big snow-white cat was very close to her, it was already used to wandering on battleships. I don't go home once a month.

And Coz seems to be doing the same thing.

The observation of the Midnight Ghost lasted about one Terra standard before Morgan finally lost interest in the dark scene of him crawling towards the bottom deck of the battleship. She roughly glanced at the time, and then turned her head to look at her Virgo.

[Ania. 】

"I am here, my lord."

【You said... What content does a healthy life contain? 】

Virgo blinked, this question somewhat exceeded her expectations, but rubbing the unusually indifferent crimson pupils, the Primarch's personal maid still deduced her own answer.

"Um……"

"At least... have a good meal?"

【…】

[Very constructive proposal. 】

"Then do you need me to start preparing dinner now, my lord?"

【Do not. 】

[I'll come in person. 】

Although she didn't have any voluntary and passion in her heart when she took over this task, but when all these became established facts, the Primarch began to be bound by her rational state of mind.

In any case, she agreed to the task, although she was not quite sure what the so-called "live healthy" included.

But she will try to do it as best she can.

Let's start with... let him eat well.

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Bewitched and devastated by the evil slackness, the Primarch had never stepped into his private kitchen before, and Virgo's immature 15-year-old shoulders had no choice but to feed the fat cat lady. The heavy responsibility of greedy mouth will last for several years.

But fortunately, when Morgan stepped into the former Virgo's exclusive territory for the first time, she grasped the gist right away: After ruthlessly copying a copy of the memories and experiences in Miss Virgo's mind, the Primarch He became a master of cooking and pastry making.

And considering her strange connection with the Maids of the Stars, the Lord of the Second Legion can even proudly swear that all of this is due to her personal efforts.

Taking care of Midnight Ghost's past life experience, after a short thought, the Primarch chose a very classic dinner combination: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with a large mushroom burger and various grilled dishes. Burnt pumpkin pie, steaming tomato puree and panna cotta with seasonal fruits for dessert.

All the raw materials are transported from the exclusive worlds of Avalon and Aegis. These lucky worlds have retained many of the special products of the former sacred Terra, which prevents them from becoming like other worlds. The doom of large-scale mechanized production in the agricultural world has become the source of Avalon's high-level executives to satisfy their appetites. Of course, the best is always provided to the Primarch and her legion, no one will err on the side of this issue.

The roast beef carefully prepared by the Primarch makes a sizzling sound on the kitchen utensils, a drop of hot oil slowly slides down its full and deep lines, it is fascinating, the soft rotten onion and the bright red gradually fade to tell When the time came, the Spider Queen took the opportunity to take out a slightly salty, coffee cup-shaped Yorkshire pudding. This kind of bread, which is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, is the perfect and classic partner for roast beef.

Beside them, orange pumpkin pies exude a sweet and greasy atmosphere, piled up one after another into a plump tower, and the tomatoes in the thick soup are like fluttering red ribbons, setting off the milky panties beside them. The jelly is getting more and more tender, and as for those seasonal fruits that can only appear as a foil and the last dish, each of them is worth enough to buy a whole set of proud real estate in the crowded hive world.

And when the Primarch took out the shiitake burger stuffed with fresh mushrooms, onions, matsutake, chopped nuts and large patties, and then baked in the oven until golden brown, everything was just right, just as she According to the psychic perception, her blood brother was gradually approaching her room, and he no longer concealed his whereabouts, until the old guards guarding the door were able to spot him and sounded a warning.

This was not unexpected by the Primarch: Morgan knew very well that Curtz's nature was doomed that he would not do anything with [other people's food] or even [suspected other people's food]. Mirage] just went through a series of physical examinations, and it seems that they didn't get a good rest and food.

Her father...

Thinking of this, the Lord of the Second Legion couldn't help sighing. She wondered how long the Night Ghost hadn't eaten, and she was sure that even the Primarch couldn't endure such a long period of hunger and weakness, let alone strictly speaking, the Night Ghost was still An underage Primarch, although his spirit is strong enough, his body has not been well developed due to long-term malnutrition.

Without a doubt, he needs to eat.

But the whole ship is [hers].

So, where else could he find food?

With such confidence, the Spider Queen spoke slowly, and ordered her heirs to bring in her blood relatives. At the same time, she did not forget to put the last meal in the most appetizing position: The Master of the Second Legion set a large table in front of her, and the supper she cooked herself took up the entire table, enough to feed several Astartes warriors at once.

Let her see, Midnight Ghost's reaction to this, it will be the first-hand account she will need in her long relationship with him, and it will be an important moment for a new database of blood relatives.

Morgan waited.

And she didn't wait long.

The Midnight Ghost came, like a tattered cloak wrapped in the sad night wind, before the Spider Queen's naked eyes could even fully capture him, he came before her.

He didn't sit on the seat that was clearly prepared for him, but squatted directly on the back of a stone chair at the side of the room, his piercingly dark eyes were like a killer in the dark night, The maid next to the Spider Queen involuntarily put on alert.

Morgan looked directly at his brother, without timidity, nervousness, or unnecessary flattery.

[You are here, Conrad. 】

"I'm here to visit the master here."

Midnight Ghost showed a frightening smile, his coat was like a devil's wounded wings, shaking restlessly in the dark, oppressing others' nerves.

【visit? 】

Morgan smiled, and she saw Conrad's posture at this time: this posture is neither an easy position to release terror, nor is it a harbinger that can help him win in battle, if anything: it is very suitable for Midnight Haunting Disappear from this room immediately.

But that wasn't Morgan's goal.

[When you are a guest, are you used to visiting the owner of the house last? 】

"When I'm a guest, they often don't welcome me."

"They resisted me like they resisted death, absurd and futile."

In the shadows, Midnight Ghost stared closely at his so-called blood relatives, and the tempting smell of the delicacies on the table kept arousing his taste buds, but he had already learned to resist this temptation, after all, On Nostramo, this gastronomic aura just means an ill-advised trap.

[No one will welcome a guest who comes with malice, my brother, this is human nature, don't be surprised. 】

Morgan's smile was met with silence and curt responses in the dark.

"That's not malice, that's judgment."

[I know, but there is no difference in their eyes, is it? 】

Conrad was silent, he didn't answer every question Morgan had, as he said: his purpose was only to visit the owner of this battleship, which was a necessary etiquette that even the Night Ghost could not deny.

The Lord of the Second Legion caught the rustling of her brother preparing to leave, which made her frown invisibly, and she spoke to the shadow by the door.

[Would you like to eat some, Conrad. 】

[This is an invitation from the owner of the house. 】

"Thanks, but no."

A weak voice slowly came from the junction of light and shadow, and Midnight Ghost's frighteningly beautiful face revealed half of it, and he nodded solemnly to his blood relative.

"Thank you for your invitation, but please forgive me for not being able to respond. I have already had dinner, just before this visit."

Morgan frowned.

【Where are you……】

Halfway through the speech, the voice of the Lord of the Second Legion stopped abruptly, because she clearly saw the claws of a constantly thumping rodent creature next to the mouth of the Midnight Ghost.

"In the bottom cabin of your battleship, there is a very complete food chain."

"If that is yours: then I thank you for your hospitality."

Like sincere words, but also like a simple sarcasm, the breath of Midnight Ghost disappeared completely with these words, leaving only the cold dishes and the master of the Second Legion who froze in place .

【…】

[...Arnia. 】

"I'm here."

[Call me all the company commanders on the battleship! 】

(End of this chapter)