Emperor's Bane

Chapter 30 Scars
Now, it is the No.13 day when Dawn Star died.

The fleets of the two legions are still moored on the orbit of the dead world. The most conspicuous ones are the "Wanzhang Ray" and "Steel Blood" which form the two cores of this Void Mobile Empire. More than a hundred ships of all sizes surround this Two Queens of Glory.

The two Primarchs, their respective heirs, and second-rate characters such as space navigators, Mechanicum representatives, and mortal auxiliaries surrounding the Astartes Legion filled this fleet and made the steel The behemoth can run in an orderly manner, and even if an individual sneaks in during the breathing and work of millions of people, it will not have any impact on the overall situation.

For example, a high-ranking advisor of the No.15 Legion, she has been staying in her private room [recovering] for ten days.

And these ten days are not completely isolated. For example, Ahriman visits every day, sometimes asking whether the soul wound has recurred, and sometimes simply sitting down and chatting carefully with the silver-haired female officer. When talking about topics about history, knowledge, and philosophy, Ahriman was obsessed with these topics. Occasionally, he would even forget the time, and he would not remember the delayed work progress until someone specifically reminded him.

Morgan could hear a deep guilt mingled with the Crow School elite's tone, and her display racks were filled with gifts from Ahriman: two bottles of wine said to be from Prospero, a book of A collection of poems written by Ahriman himself, and three excellent works from the private library of Captain Thousand Sons.

Second only to Ahriman, Atawa has been here four times. He has paid close attention to Morgan's injury with great enthusiasm, but he has no more common topics. Therefore, his visits are always awkward and short. Only by Atawana's wonderful conversation and maintained.

But Morgan could smell something bad from him.

The good-natured Thousand Son looks back on his career as a warrior with some wistfulness, and in his description, he may not return to the front line for a long time: Magnus took a fancy to this son's diplomatic ability, Gene The Primarch was preparing to send Atava to Holy Terra as a representative of the Thousand Sons stationed in the heart of the Imperium of Man.

Then there is Forsyth, the master of stance art who is full of elite style. He is not so much visiting as he is completing some routine work. He will occasionally discuss issues with Morgan on psionic skills, and he is picky. Words cannot conceal his outstanding achievements in related fields, and next to Ahriman’s gift book, there is also a gift from Forsyth: it is a book of his different opinions, experiences and analyzes on many stance techniques, Forsyth arrogantly lists every worthy opponent he's ever killed in the prologue as proof of the viability of his theory.

From a utilitarian point of view, this book alone is more precious than all Ahriman's gifts combined.

And the last person is Hathor, who remains arrogant and lonely: he can hardly even be called a visit. Behind him, he said some embarrassing politeness, and then left in a hurry.

Although the company commanders and soldiers of the Thousand Sons visited like a revolving lantern, that was all. For most of the ten days, Morgan enjoyed absolute private space.

This gave her enough time and energy to study the treasure in her hands.

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After a long time, the silver-haired failed product returned to his spiritual kingdom.

Although theoretically speaking, this dark void belongs to Morgan's own kingdom, but she almost never returns here, because she knows very well that this vast spiritual wilderness does not belong to her, it may belong to the distant void. The hidden gods may belong to the radiant creator hidden in memory, but it does not belong to Morgan himself.

But even so, when she was walking on the dark land with almost no light, Morgan still felt a long-lost peace of mind, a kind of relief that no longer needed to pretend, to ponder, or even to think. Feel.

Those powers that intend to manipulate her are so powerful that Morgan can't resist at all--this brings a sense of relaxation. Before her, her thinking was useless.

But even so, she still didn't want to come to this place. She would rather keep her nerves tense and enjoy the tiring short-term freedom.

In the deep darkness, the road is invisible, it is completely an extension of Morgan's self-will and sense of direction, like a muddy path covered by fresh snow, and around this narrow passage, there are dark blue and bright purple lights floating around. Horrible riddles, they are low and continuous, from which all kinds of seductive whispers are continuously spewed out.

She too had to squint when Morgan broke through them.

In the end, Morgan arrived at her destination slowly, steadily and safely: the Rift, her scar, her curse, her only territory.

It doesn't look like it's changed, because Morgan hasn't taken more souls for herself over the years: those things are delicious and nutritious, but as she grows, she finds that it's not her own survival. The necessities you need, even though you will need them in the future.

However, now that everything is not urgent, some inner motto reminds Morgan not to indulge too much in the wonderful feeling of devouring the soul, which will make her regret it.

Under the cautious nature, she finally chose to listen to this inner voice, just as she also listened to the advice of this voice, and did not try to drink the souls of ordinary humans.

Therefore, when Morgan cast her eyes on the canyon, the scene there was exactly the same as what she had seen for the first time: the ground was split open, the bottomless chasm, and at the bottom, Morgan The few touches of whiteness that can only be seen if you look hard, those are the last traces left by hundreds of devoured Eldar souls.

Oh, on the other side, there is a touch of black: that is the soul named [Erebus], I don’t know why, it is so unique and thick.

Even Morgan's mind couldn't figure out why it was so special.

In this ancient doubt, Morgan spread out her left hand, and as she recited the spell, the traces on her palm slowly lit up, and the Magnus soul fragment named [Calimaus] also slowly Float out from her palm.

Manipulation, change, secrecy...

Morgan isn't sure if Magnus still has these powers after she's taken them all, or if his lack of them could spell unexpected trouble for Magnus' future.

When she thought of these things, unlike the cold heart at the critical moment when she was plundering, when Morgan recalled these crimes in a peaceful time, a strange emotion flashed deep in her heart. Pass.

She recognized the emotion, which was 【guilt】.

Guilt... What is it?
She thought about it for a while, but because this emotion was only fleeting, as insignificant as a fiber protruding from a cut blade of grass, Morgan finally didn't think too much about it, and didn't care about it.

The silver-haired failed product continued to recite the spell, and as the ruthless words echoed in the darkness, the soul in Morgan's palm was finally covered by an icy blue light, slowly floated up, and then calmly moved towards the bottom of the canyon. Bottom forward.

【Kalimaus】Like a balloon wrapped in steel, it fell into Morgan's most torn mental region. It was silent for a while, and then it was like a ball of mercury that melted. Expanding to the land in all directions.

Morgan neither guided nor stopped her. She chose to observe and learn in this first action. She witnessed [Calimaus] roaming freely under her absolute control until it reached the The largest area it can expand: At this moment, this soul has already covered the bottom of the rift valley with a layer of white frost, just like spreading a layer of cream on the bottom of a black cake.

But there is one exception: in the pure white kingdom of [Calimaus], the black individual named [Erebus] is still so outstanding, so eye-catching.

What the hell is this guy from?
In the end, Morgan didn't care about him, after all, he was just a dead man.

The silver-haired lady jumped down and landed at the bottom of the rift valley. Her boots stepped on the snow-white giant soul that had just fallen, leaving a shallow footprint.

Morgan first looked around, and she was quite satisfied to see that Magnus' soul was naturally merging with the edge of the rift. After observing for a while, Morgan began to walk towards the deepest part of the rift.

Along with her footsteps, the darkness eroded Morgan's surroundings more and more. Even the sharpest light could not illuminate the path she was walking on. Morgan was groping in this pure darkness, and in the deepest part of the crack Somewhere, in the corner where the dark metropolis is consumed, lies the greatest secret of the lost Primarch.

This is a pure natural prison cell, it has at least twenty doors, and is bound by chains that are as huge as giant beasts, and these protective measures are shaped by Morgan with her own spiritual strength, she will All my strength in this disputed land was used to build this indestructible prison cell.

From the moment she discovered that thing, she made such efforts, just to keep that thing locked up forever, never see the light of day, and never walk in Morgan's spiritual world.

She stepped forward and listened carefully, through the layer after layer of iron windows, the wind brought a distorted howl.

After another confirmation, Morgan slowly turned around and left here, leaving the death penalty cage where a prisoner was held.

In the deepest part of the rift, the thing Morgan fears the most is imprisoned here. It can even be said...

It was the only thing she was afraid of.

(End of this chapter)