Emperor's Bane

Chapter 263 Surprise for Guilliman

[How to wash the stomach? 】

[Can promethium be used to induce vomiting and gastric lavage? 】

[What about the plasma? 】

[What about the whirlpool grenade? 】

[Is the gastric tube inserted through the ear or through the eye? 】

[Is it better to use a chainsaw ax or a chainsaw sword for gastrointestinal surgery? 】

[Will the Primarch be allergic to spin dryers and closed ovens? 】

Accompanied by the pattering sound, the maid of the Lord of the Second Legion unhurriedly repeated another question in her mind. She had already searched for countless unsolved mysteries today.

The Lord of Avalon made almost all the planning and preparations when she created the experimental first [Mistress of the Stars] [Virgo], and she was committed to making these mechanics and mystic creations enough to Instead of her independent existence, and for this reason, countless special transformations have been carried out on them.

Among these transformations, the most important thing is the [Minerva Sequence], which is a simple but practical creation. It is installed in the brains of every star maid, storing a large amount of knowledge reserves and necessary common sense: In this way, Whenever the creations of the Spider Queen encounter something beyond their scope of work but have to solve it, they will not be at a loss.

Now, Virgo is using this precious knowledge storage device, constantly searching for the knowledge she needs, but it is a pity that after a long search process, the little maid of the Primarch can only accept it with some helplessness. A reality: Even the supreme Creator in her eyes does not know any kind of knowledge in the galaxy.

and so……

Can promethium be used to induce vomiting and gastric lavage?
Virgo frowned, leaning against the humming dryer, in a state of genuine worry and concern: her Creator wasn't with her now, which made her mental computing array feel something Discomfort, some discomfort that cannot be described in words.

Beside her, a huge drying machine is comparable to three Virgos superimposed. The constant roar of the machine and the slamming of the huge body in it interweave a chaotic movement, which makes the maid of the Primarch's brows tighten more and more.

She glanced at the time casually, and after confirming that the almost brand-new Midnight Ghost still needed at least 15 minutes to complete the drying work, she wondered whether to add some promethium, while doing something she rarely did before. Things: thinking.

Think about her discomfort.

Virgo can't explain the discomfort, but she's sure it's not because of anything wrong with her meditator core or algorithms, but because she's alone with a set of problems: her Creator isn't there. Around her, this kind of vacancy is even more intense and obvious than the problem itself, causing Virgo's not-so-cunning thinking ability to quickly fall into an endless loop.

In the end, she squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and evolved into a melancholy pale pink fungus, with only the almost desperate retching sound of the person in the dryer in her ears.

Morgan is not next to Virgo, she is not even in her private lounge: this is a matter of course, after all, the Spider Queen is no longer alone now, she has a legion, a country, and more than 2 people who are the only ones to her. Heirs and warriors to be obeyed, and debriefing papers too numerous to sort out forever.

She has too many things that need to be carefully listened to and reviewed. Although the daily affairs that occupy most of them have long been resolved by the increasingly skilled Legion Council, the really important part of it will always be resolved in the small meeting between the thrones. , the Primarch of the Dawnbreaker Legion is entrenched on her silver throne, summoning a few of the most trusted subordinates is enough to decide the life and death of tens of billions of civilians far away from the stars.

At the beginning, this kind of behavior was just the interest and whim of the Primarch, but with the passage of time and the observation of changing discussants, the Lord of the Second Legion gradually worked out a good team: They are always on call, their minds are quick, and they can magically keep up with or match the inspiration of the gene mother, and more importantly: their views are often different, and they can bring more unintentional ideas to the Spider Queen .

So, from unknown when, the Lord of Avalon developed this habit: Whenever an important matter needs to be decided by her, she is used to calling several of her heirs: Lana , Bayard, Hector, and if the situation warrants, Marshall and Hawthorne.

Among these people, Hector was the transfer student who was favored by the Mother of Genes after just a few conversations, and Lana and Bayal had long been the confidantes of the Lord of Avalon, and as Marshall, the former legion commander, and Hawthorne, who has been semi-retired, are somewhat special. Although they no longer act with the legion's large forces, they have been entrusted by the Primarch with a more important task: responsible for supervising the territory laid down by the Dawnbreaker Legion, He has become the most trusted and most dependent watchdog of the Lord of Avalon.

Such a long-term small group of three people, occasionally five people, and temporary expansion from time to time according to the actual situation, seems to have become a kind of organization that is necessary in all Astartes legions: this kind of organization does not have a definite Appellation, in the Luna Wolf Legion, it is called [Mourning Society] or [Four Kings Council], while in the Iron Warriors Legion, Perturabo’s children will whisper the [Trident] jealously, and in the Austrian Telama, people seem to be used to calling this kind of person "Yingjie".

The Lord of the Second Legion still didn't name this small team: on the one hand, she didn't really want this organization to have more authority, and on the other hand, she really couldn't think of any satisfactory names.

But no matter what, this couldn't stop her from subconsciously summoning these sons into her throne room when she started to think about important things.

[How is the expedition plan for the Salamas star sector going? 】

Sitting high on the throne, the Primarch first glanced at Bayar, and the second company commander also took a step forward, saluted gracefully, and reported unhurriedly.

"Everything is going on in an orderly manner, Lord Primarch, and the situation is even better than we imagined: According to the report sent back by our diplomatic envoys, most of the land in the Salamas sector is controlled by a [Sa Regent of Ramas], under his command are countless loose aristocratic territories and states, and together they form a remote lonely castle surrounded by countless terrifying and powerful enemies."

"The regent of Salamas is happy to submit to the rule of the empire, and the lords under his command also have this intention, but they also have one condition: after they submit to the empire, we must fight side by side with them and work together Fight against countless fallen human pirates and greedy alien barbarians in the surrounding star field, and leave enough power to ensure their safety."

"In return, Salamas is willing to open to us every world, every hive city, and every group of families to select new Dawnbreaker fighters. Our envoy also specifically mentioned that the population of the area It is extremely dense, enough to rival the top hive worlds of the Sun Starfield, and the martial atmosphere prevails here. Most of the residents can even adapt to the long battle in the void. Extremely elite mortal troops."

"According to the calculations of the council, the entire Salamas sector may be able to provide the Dawnbreaker Legion with more than [-] qualified new blood that can bear your gene-seed, and if we govern this land with heart, this number is in the There may be more to come.”

【Ten thousand...】

The Primarch murmured this number, and a greedy light flashed in her pupils: You know, when she took over the Legion, she only had less than [-] offspring, and now she has swept through four or five star regions, and not In the case of intermittent recruitment, this number has only barely accumulated to [-].

Such a comparison, as many as [-] legion new blood, can indeed make the master of the second legion a little extra patience with Salamas: not to mention their request itself is not excessive.

[It seems that our expedition to the Salamas star area, no, it should be said to be recovery work, should be put on the agenda immediately. 】

"I think there is no need for such a troublesome action, my lord."

Lana took a step forward.

"During the discussion of the legion council, we carefully evaluated the intelligence from the Saramas sector, as well as all the diplomatic records and exploration documents the empire had with them: the council's view is that the Saramas sector is not You don't need to recover them yourself, we only need a fleet of ten Astartes companies to recover them all."

[5000 people? 】

"That's right, my lord, although this number is not enough to carry out an expedition to the darkness outside the territory, it is more than enough to assist the Salamas people to eliminate the rogues in this star area, and this also involves another problem: Your lord, with us To regain the Saramas star area, our legion's jurisdiction is too large, even if we can really select [-] new blood in Saramas, the force will become stretched."

The Lord of the Second Legion blinked her eyes, and her gaze wandered over the three heirs, and it took only an instant to understand what they were thinking.

[So, you have taken a fancy to the Faithful Academy I founded? 】

"Yes, my lord."

[This is Marshall's proposal?Or Hawthorne's suggestion? 】

"Jointly signed by the two Excellencies: They have noticed that the first batch of students in the Academy of Loyalty have completed most of their studies and are only short of the final internship stage. We can use them as the core to expand the mortal support of the Dawnbreaker Legion. Army units, as the main defense force of each galaxy."

"Not long ago, another batch of weapons and equipment from our Forge World ally Reza arrived, including a large number of brutal blades, storm blades, poison blade tanks and scimitar tank destroyers. These vehicles are already in a state of over-equipment in the Dawnbreaker Legion, and we have given their common equipment to the [Queen's Guards Corps]."

"The parliament believes that with such equipment bonuses, even a mortal army will be able to complete some low-intensity combat missions. At the same time, they have also noticed the performance of some students of the Academy of Loyalty in battle..."

"Rather fanatical."

【…】

[Tell me in detail. 】

"To be specific, not long ago, an actual combat video from the Valkyrie training base of the Academy of Loyalty was conveyed by His Excellency Marshall. You know, my lord, the Valkyrie base specializes in training A mortal woman who aspires to be a warrior."

"Information shows that due to the strength of the enemy, some war dog-level Titans from the [Scorching Sun Titan Legion] who happened to pass by also joined the battle. They fought side by side with these female quasi-graduates and got along happily."

"It's just that after the battle, these titan pilots also seem to have introduced some kind of...worship for [Goddess of hunting and killing Pakmitris], that is, for you, the Primarch, into these graduates. Calling yourself your follower and martyr reveals an eagerness to go to war."

【…】

[I do remember that I allowed Legion of the Scorching Sun to retain a certain belief in me. 】

"Yes, my lord, these graduates now call themselves [the blood rose watered by the Lord of Avalon], and they have caused quite a commotion in the Loyal Academy. Intelligence shows that other mortal female students in the Valkyrie training base There seems to be a high level of interest in this belief and fanaticism, but other students and teachers react more violently."

【…】

Frankly speaking, this news did not surprise the Lord of the Second Legion. She knew that this kind of worship, which was close to faith, would not really care as long as it did not go online or even affect the Great Crusade.

The Spider Queen just sat there, trying to figure out how her children would react to this [behavior of crossing the boundary]: in some deep-seated reflections, she could see this reaction as if in their hearts, the Emperor and Primarchs rank high and low relative to each other.

"Parliament considers that such a thing..."

The three Dawnbreakers glanced at each other.

"It's not a big deal."

"Although this kind of worship somewhat violates the truth of the empire, considering the responsibilities of our legion and the particularity of the Far East frontier, the Legion Council believes that as long as the situation is effectively controlled, there is no need to pay too much attention to these things."

[Even if it violates the truth of the empire? 】

The vague tone in Mother Gene's mouth made the three warriors look at each other again.

"At this stage, we still have to focus on the actual situation."

"Temporarily appease, I will regret it in the future."

"So... what do you mean, my lord?"

Morgan smiled, stretching lazily on the throne, seemingly indifferent to the question and the answers of the children, as if she was not aware of the sensitivity in it.

[You can figure it out. 】

"..."

"Understood, my lord."

"Then, the legion council intends to organize these female graduates into the sequence of the Salamas recovery fleet, as their actual first battle, so as to quell the riots in the Faithful Academy."

[Sounds good, but one thing needs a small change. 】

"where?"

[They have a better place to go and practice. 】

The Lord of the Second Legion snapped his fingers casually, and a letter appeared in her palm, which had already been unsealed.

[Not long ago, I received a call from one of my blood brothers. 】

[Call from Ultramar. 】

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Time is up.

Virgo glanced at the timer, checked the mental computing device again, and after ensuring everything was safe, she turned off the giant dryer that had been roaring for almost one Tera standard hour, and then opened the hatch.

In the cabin, there was an extremely low moan that was almost completely suppressed by the huge cold storage and tenacity, like a beast that has long been accustomed to pain, reliving the feeling of blood and scars.

Under the indifferent gaze of Virgo, the pale figure slowly crawled out of the darkness of the cabin: this person is the Midnight Ghost who can be called a facelift, and at this time he is more crazy than the one in Nostramo. , It can be said that he has completely changed a person.

The dirt and dust that would never change for ten thousand years had already been washed away after another Primarch fought for ten Terra standard hours. The Chapter Astartes burn to ashes.

The original skin color of Midnight Ghost: the extremely unhealthy pallor has been exposed to the air again, but under the action of a large number of special moisturizing creams and cleansers, King Nostramo's pale skin color has disappeared. It looks like the original color of the shroud, but more like the cold and indifferent moon in the summer night sky.

Against this pale complexion, when Midnight Ghost's pupils focused on Virgo in the next second, theoretically there would be no creation of fear and awe, and he could not help but retreat silently.

"Do you still want to continue to provoke the fight, Your Excellency Conrad?"

After settling his mind, Virgo forced himself to look directly into the eyes of Midnight Ghost: the Primarch was still not out of the severe restraint state at this time, although he was no longer wrapped in steel dumplings like before, but in his limbs With the torso and even the neck, there are still layers of restraints.

But Midnight Ghost didn't have any more dissatisfaction with this. In fact, after the thorough cleansing, the capricious King of the Night fell into an extremely strange silence, and his face even Putting on a terrifying smile, he just squatted beside the machine blindly, silent.

Hearing Virgo's question, the King of Nostramo condescendingly raised his head and glanced at Morgan's creation.

"Why, do you want to be judged too?"

He smiled, his craggy teeth covered with yellow stains that hadn't been cleaned.

Virgo is noncommittal.

"In your eyes, shouldn't everyone in the world be judged?"

Hearing this, Midnight Ghost instantly lost his smile. He put on a rather serious expression, staring closely at the blasphemous creation of the Lord of the Second Legion. About a minute later, accompanied by a burst of mocking laughter, he shook his head.

"Do you think the trial is pure killing and brutality?"

"No, big mistake."

Midnight Ghost took a deep breath, and he didn't look at Virgo anymore, as if he had lost all interest.

"Not everyone has the value worthy of being judged. Trial and torture are a rather sophisticated method, the fastest step to achieve order and mercy. Every time the claws scratch the skin, the most careful observation is required. , the finest art, and the strongest determination."

"You're not worthy of these, little one."

"After all, you... hmph, I don't know how that carrion queen created something like you, but your blasphemous birth shows that you are not worthy of the most precious gifts and gifts in the world."

"For example: the trial."

Midnight Ghost spit out these heavy words slowly, and then remained silent, maintaining a strange tacit understanding with the equally quiet Virgo beside him.

The Primarch of the Eighth Legion hid himself in a large number of shelters made of chains and galaxies. While observing and remembering everything in the room, he watched the strange creature take out more of his Unrecognizable things look like a bunch of instruments of torture.

Midnight Ghost kept as quiet and patient as possible, until he saw the maid dragging a chain saw ax not far in front of him, he felt that he couldn't stretch himself a bit.

"Are you finished yet?"

【certainly. 】

The one who answered him was the Lord of the Second Legion who opened the door and strode in.

The Spider Queen casually rolled off the crown on her head, as if her calmness and solemnity in front of her children were also gone. Then, she rolled up her sleeves boldly, and raised her heavy hands with both hands, similar to Vacuum cleaners are generally medical equipment, squatting in front of Midnight Ghost, and smiling.

[We still have a lot of work to do. 】

Looking at Midnight Ghost's face that had finally become somewhat fair, the Spider Queen couldn't help but feel proud. She grinned and patted Midnight Ghost's cheek and the shiny skull casually.

【Are you still used to the new hairstyle? 】

"..."

The corners of Midnight Ghost's brows and mouth were drawn at the same time, showing a face of extreme dislike for his blood relatives. He dragged the chain around his neck with all his strength, avoiding the friendly and domineering hand of the Spider Queen, and then spoke to him again. Allow it.

#Koz Bite#
Morgan withdrew his hand violently, but there was already a trace of white scratches on his nails.

【…】

[Originally, I wanted to anesthetize you before inducing vomiting: You seem to be in good condition now, so you don’t need anesthesia, and you can directly perform gastric tube lavage surgery. 】

Morgan still had a smile on his face, but for some reason, it was the same smile, and the slightest gap was enough to make Midnight Ghost retract his neck a little uneasy.

However, the Spider Queen didn't have any more indignation. It seemed that the pool battle with Midnight Ghost consumed her a lot of energy, which made the Lord of the Second Legion calm down a lot. While directing Virgo to rush around, while He casually threw a can of reagents to Curz.

[Here, hair growth. 】

Conrad took the reagent. He blinked, dragged the chain, and slowly opened the reagent. The cool breath inside eased his brows a little, and he drank it all in one gulp.

When Morgan turned his head again, he saw only a few liters of liquid disappearing in the Midnight Ghost's drink, and the astonishingly large Adam's apple on his neck was constantly rolling, pulling up layers of pale skin.

【…】

At the moment when the Spider Queen was in a daze, Curz had already finished a whole can.

【…】

[Conrad. 】

"Ok?"

[That's for smearing. 】

"..."

"vomit!!!!"

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In general, after experiencing the tragedy of the Bathtub War and several times of high-quality sleep like a baby, Midnight Ghost's temper may have improved a little.

Of course, the piercing smile on his face that never dissipated made all of this a question mark: especially when he grinned, and the hair restorer was spread between the gums and sharp teeth...

Of course, the Spider Queen doesn't believe that Midnight Ghost can be rehabilitated by taking a bath and taking a dragon, but she doesn't care too much about where her blood relatives hide the boiling malice, because after shooting a picture about After the dialysis light film image of Midnight Ghost's abdomen, Morgan was already expressing emotion to Conrad's stomach sac.

She came to Curz and pointed to the stomach sac in the photo.

【what is this? 】

"A mouse's paw, a wild dog's eye, and a bat's tail."

[What about this one? 】

"Those things you put on the side of the road."

[...Then what is this? 】

"Your logistics supervisor: don't you recognize him?"

Morgan's brows twitched, and she looked at Midnight Ghost, only to see a sarcastic and unrepentant smile.

【The reason why you killed him was because he violated the law? 】

"I would just kill for it."

[But that is your law, and this is my ship, your behavior is not correct and ultra vires law enforcement. 】

"This is your ship, and he has committed crimes on your ship, and he has never received any punishment: this is enough to show that your so-called laws are a dead letter."

【Unsolved unresolved cases cannot be used as an argument for judicial incompetence, my parasite, and your verdict is so serious: anyway, I have never seen a judge who would judge a mortal into his own stomach. 】

"Seriously? Do you mean he should be acquitted?"

【Ah, not really. 】

[According to the laws of the empire, for the crimes he committed, he will not be punished by death. It is enough for him, all his relatives, friends and descendants to serve six generations of hard labor. Everyone has the freedom to be a machine slave. 】

[Look: this is much more humane than peeling off his skin. 】

"..."

Coz narrowed his eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether the person in front of him was sincerely adhering to that ridiculous set of laws, or was telling lies in a pretentious manner.

……

He thinks it's the latter.

But the development of things will not stop with Midnight Ghost's contemplation. When he raised his head again, the Spider Queen had already filled a whole cart with a bunch of strange-shaped things, and then came to him. , One master and one servant worked together to lift Midnight Ghost to a recliner, tie it up tightly, and then turned on the high-energy lights to fix Conrad's big grinning mouth.

"..."

"What are you doing?"

[Repair teeth. 】

【gargle. 】

[Then gastric lavage. 】

[If your performance is not good, I will consider adding an enema or something. 】

The smile of the Lord of the Second Legion has changed into a dangerous posture, but among the biological instincts of Midnight Ghost, the most dangerous thing at this moment is the strange instrument of torture in her hand.

"Om——"

Just hearing this sound, Midnight Ghost couldn't help but tremble all over.

"……what is that?"

【This one? 】

[This is a dental drill. 】

[It will enter your mouth later and visit every tooth of yours. 】

[Come on, be good, open your mouth. 】

"...!"

#Coz Frightened#
#Koz struggling#
#Koz's indescribable scream#
"Don't come here!!!!!!"

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"By the way, the voice in mother's room seems to be even more tragic today."

"Yeah, it's much scarier than last night."

"But, did you hear anything like an electric drill?"

"It's kind of... that voice sounds really scary."

"……Me too."

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"Does this really meet the Emperor's mission requirements, my lord?"

Looking at Midnight Specter who was crazily vomiting while holding an iron bucket from a distance, Virgo turned his head to look at his Primarch while enduring the smell of ghosts and monsters in his stomach.

Morgan thought for a moment: It didn't take long.

[Don't worry, my Arnia, I can assure you: So far, I have not violated any order of the emperor, nor have I failed any requirement. 】

"None violated?"

"The emperor's requirements for the cultivation of his own heirs should be very complicated, very harsh, and very heavy? Are you really confident that you can do it?"

[It's not... very complicated. 】

[Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm fulfilling the Emperor's requirements, but it depends on how I interpret them: get promethium ready, Arnia, he's almost vomited, ready for the fifth gastric lavage. 】

"I think I heard him spitting out the marble, my lord."

[I wouldn't be surprised if he spits out a Primarch, this guy will eat anything but my food, like it's some kind of poison. 】

"Maybe he just simply thinks your food is unpalatable?"

[...Shut up, Arnia. 】

"Okay, my lord."

"But my database still has to record the answer to one question: Why are we grooming him so urgently? Can't it be split into days of labor?"

[First of all, I don't have that much confidence in him. He's not Zhuang Sen, and he has nothing to exploit. It's better to come all at once. 】

[Secondly: Indeed, I am in a hurry. After completing this part of the work, I will lead the main force of my fleet to go south immediately, and gather other forces on the way to form a large-scale expedition fleet. 】

"Where to go?"

[Go to the south of the galaxy, go to the Ultramar area, and answer the call of my blood brother Guilliman: he has captured the traces of the Osiris psionic species, and is eager to get my help. 】

"So, you plan to take Curz there?"

【yes. 】

[Since the Emperor has given me such a surprise, how can I not let Guilliman be surprised together? 】

(End of this chapter)