Emperor's Bane

Chapter 553: The ghostwriter at the bedside...

Three weeks passed in a flash.

The speed of the Word Bearers Legion was also faster than anyone had imagined.

To be precise, nineteen days after the Emperor allowed the Governor of Monazia to send that letter for help, the first battleship of the Iconoclasts rushed out of the warp: everything from the bridge to the engine room was in tatters, and the colorful world on Geller's side was like a distorted world that could only be seen after taking poisonous fungi.

Behind it, more warships arrived one after another: the Word Bearers brought more than a hundred warships, which was a decent number for the main fleet of an Astartes Legion and was enough to complete most of the military tasks in the Great Crusade.

In this huge fleet, the Glorious Queen's [Law of Faith] is undoubtedly the core and soul. This flagship of Lorgar participated in almost all the famous battles in the Great Crusade of the Word Bearers Legion, and its bridge is engraved with the names of the destroyed heretical worlds.

Just like the vast majority of the Queen of Glory-class battleships in the Empire, they are not simply symbols of war. The Law of Faith, while being a battlefield behemoth, is also the greatest movable cathedral in the entire Empire, and even in the entire galaxy.

none of them.

Hundreds of churches and chapels were lined up next to the armed towers like a swarm of insects. Statues of the Emperor made of marble and gold gazed at every inch of the void around the battleship. At the front of the battleship, the huge eagle head symbolizing the human empire was tightly grasping an open Iron Holy Book, telling the true purpose of the Great Crusade in the eyes of the Word Bearers.

This giant ship, which was mainly gray with red as a accent, did not wait patiently for its followers to gather after using the Mandeville Point, but sailed towards the planet Monazia first. The other ships of the Word Bearers Legion followed behind it lazily, in a disorganized state, like a defeated army.

"Luo Jia is not stupid."

Standing in the command temple of the Macragge's Glory, which was built entirely of marble and bronze, Guilliman directed his fleet to greet his brother, while whispering complaints to his blood relative through the psychic intercom given to him by Morgan.

"I originally thought that he would form a battle formation in a threatening manner and ask me to give him an explanation. Now it seems that he should know that this place is not very friendly to him now. I hope he can remain silent like now. After all, I haven't figured out how to greet him yet."

The Macragge pursed his lips, complained verbally while thinking about the diplomatic wording in his mind, and then he felt something was wrong: Morgan's voice was too quiet.

"Is there something wrong on your end? Morgan, why is there no sound?"

Something went wrong.

Guilliman heard a note of particular fatigue in the Lord of Avalon's tone.

"Has the Emperor changed his mind?"

The Primarch was a little nervous. Although he and Lorgar did not have a good relationship, he also believed that the Emperor's punishment of Lorgar was enough. If it was increased, it would be a bit unfair to the Word Bearers: although the current punishment was not very appropriate.

【No, it's worse.】

The Spider Queen shook her head and turned to look at the Perfect City behind her. This once magnificent and bustling metropolis had become truly deserted after more than ten days of their efforts. Under the shadow of the fleet, this city, which had just been emptied of its population less than ten days ago, suddenly had a bit of the meaning of a ghost town.

According to the Emperor's order, a large area with the Perfect City as the core was designated as a sacred no-man's land. The nearest settlement was far away in the horizon, and one could only vaguely see its appearance: the luckiest natives of this city were arranged there.

Only a few dozen people were allowed to stay in the no-man's land: Morgan and her Round Table Guards, and dozens of Imperial Guards guarding the city gates. The latter were still immersed in the panic that their master had been missing for too long.

[Because our genetic father has not yet come out. ]

“…What are you doing?”

Hearing what Morgan said, Guilliman frowned.

"Didn't he go in five days ago when Perfect City was just cleared out?"

[Yes, they have been here until now: those imperial guards are getting a little restless. ]

"Didn't you go in and check?"

【Who dares?】

At this point, the Lord of Avalon was so angry that he laughed out loud.

[He didn't even allow me or Malcador to go in with him, and he only brought two guards with him: one of them was his chief Valdor, and the other one, I remember, was called La, who seemed to be a senior officer. The rest were locked out, especially me.]

[He asked me to stay here and not leave until he came out.]

"So, during this time, have you noticed anything, Morgan?"

【…】

The Spider Queen stroked her swollen forehead and did not answer the question.

On the other hand, Guilliman was running out of time.

"Forget it, Morgan. The Word Bearers' fleet is approaching. I have to go meet them."

"You'd better contact the seal holder and inform him in advance. If the emperor doesn't come out by then, I will go down with him to find you. The three of us will work together to deal with Luo Jia for a while. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Think about your words first, and then the three of us will review the script."

【learn. 】

Morgan responded quickly and then hung up the communicator. She stroked her aching head again, hesitating whether to probe into the Perfect City again. What Guilliman didn't know was that the Lord of Avalon had already explored the Perfect City more than once in the past few days.

Morgan had thought about secretly spying on what her genetic father was doing in the Perfect City. Not only had she thought about it, but she had also actively taken practical actions. However, the painful lesson that followed forced the dizzy Primarch to retreat.

Before retreating, she was deeply shocked by what she saw in the spiritual realm.

Morgan couldn't tell what it was.

The only thing she was sure of was that at this moment, the interior of the Perfect City was filled with some turbulent invisible forces. They had completely different auras, and even the Primarch could only barely recognize them.

The first thing Morgan recognized was a power similar to "faith", but it was very primitive and rough, without even a specific outline or direction: she had felt similar energy in the alien empires that had been passed down for tens of millions of years and that she had destroyed with her own hands, but those beliefs were obviously much more refined.

Then, as if lured out by these beliefs, a breath that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Morgan slowly floated up from the center of the Perfect City. It devoured the surrounding power of faith like a black hole. It had no purpose, yet could not communicate, and just emitted pure malice and destruction in all directions.

Morgan recognized it at a glance. It was the dark aura she had felt from the Emperor when she first met her genetic father in that magnificent and empty underground hall a long time ago: it was the monster lurking in the body of the Lord of Mankind, it was that indescribable power.

"..."

The monster saw Morgan and glanced at her from afar, or rather, it extended a psychic tentacle in her direction. There was no kindness or malice in its intention, but more like the instinctive reaction of a cold-blooded animal chasing the sun, out of primitive curiosity, to find Morgan, something that interested it.

【…】

The Primarch remained silent, but quickly stepped back to avoid the other party's search: she was somewhat skeptical whether this parasite hidden in the Emperor's body had its own consciousness, and she also considered whether to reveal her discovery to the Emperor, but after a brief hesitation, the Lord of Avalon finally gave up this option.

It was impossible for her genetic father not to sense such a terrifying existence, and since he had not taken the initiative to mention this thing to Morgan, it was a [topic that cannot be discussed] between the Emperor and Morgan: they had developed this tacit understanding over the past few decades.

Just as Morgan had never asked the Emperor what his past was like, and the Emperor had never seriously asked Morgan what she intended to do with those Black Stone Fortresses: they both knew that such questions touched upon the other party's bottom line, and even if the other party answered, it would not be the truth, and would instead cast a shadow on the existing cooperation.

In this regard, Morgan is a little weaker. Although on the surface, she can joke with her genetic father about the Emperor's private affairs that the Emperor did not tell her and that he dug up himself, but that's all: if she really offends the Lord of Mankind, it will not be as simple as a few jokes.

The Emperor was stronger than she thought: Morgan always kept that in mind.

And this monster is, without a doubt, one of the Emperor's bad luck.

In that case...

Don’t be blind, don’t be deaf, and don’t be the head of the family.

In a flash, the Spider Queen made up her mind.

Just as she was thinking about how to continue to avoid the psychic tentacles of the [Primal Darkness], the situation in the Perfect City had suddenly changed: the Primal Darkness, which was originally expanding recklessly, suddenly seemed to sense the approach of a powerful enemy. It first stopped on the spot, and then without hesitation gave up the surrounding food and shrank back into its cave, leaving only the confused Primarch standing there.

【…? 】

Before Morgan's confusion came to an end, the answer to the question appeared before her eyes.

When the monster completely disappeared, a brand new existence emerged like smoke from the place where it first appeared.

It was a... very strange thing.

Morgan could swear that she had no memory of such a being at all.

This thing is not a belief, nor is it a psychic power. It doesn't even have the breath of the Warp. It is more like a mysterious language that has not yet been known by the Primarch, but it is also shining there: wherever it passes, all the Warp energy actually flees as if it has encountered a natural enemy.

【interesting. 】

This caught Morgan's attention, and she began to try to learn the language, but the process was more difficult than she had imagined: several hours of imitation and recording not only failed to make her proficient, but made her brain experience a burning pain and confusion that had not appeared for a long time.

All the Warp energy in her body, whether it came from the Emperor or from Chaos, instinctively resisted this natural enemy force: especially in those areas belonging to the Chaos Powers. These sinful gods who had fallen into an eerie silence with the gradual advancement of the Great Crusade, this time acted without hesitation. They forcibly shoveled out the land that carried this new language, making the Lord of Avalon relive the splitting headache that she had almost forgotten.

This long-lost predicament made Morgan affirm the value of this unknown language. She began to think of other ways, such as selecting the warrior with the best psychic talent from the Round Table Guards behind her, temporarily connecting his spiritual world with her own, and then looking up at the sky of the City of Perfection again.

This time, she did not study or record, but simply spoke out every word she saw, roughly imitating its pronunciation, and then asked her think tank to carve it into her mind as much as possible: there was no need to remember it exactly, just store it somewhere in the mind. After all, this was not a power that the Astartes could resist.

This process lasted for several days and experienced hundreds of failures: the first Librarian captured by Morgan collapsed within three hours of the ceremony beginning, forcing the Spider Queen to summon more Librarians and psykers from her fleet, but all of them performed unsatisfactorily.

In the end, Morgan even tried to summon his Virgo to record it directly, only to find that Virgo's compatibility with the language was worse than any mortal psyker before him: they simply couldn't bear it, and Virgo simply couldn't hear it.

Maybe it's because she has no [life]?
Reality did not give Morgan more time to think about these questions. She could only keep summoning new psychics to her and stuff unknown words into their minds: This was not a simple project. Even the best Dawnbreaker think tanks could only barely remember a few letters, and some people even found it very difficult to remember a single stroke.

The Primarch did not force them. She did not intend to waste her most precious wealth for a power whose specific function had not yet been determined. Moreover, in the process of repeating these unknown languages ​​​​over and over again, Morgan could more or less feel that what she saw now was not the entire language, but only the tip of the iceberg, like a torn alphabet.

But despite this, Morgan still carefully collected every letter she found, and then stuffed them into her subordinates' heads in batches, preparing to find an insider to study them slowly when she had time in the future: perhaps her image director would know something about these unknown languages. At the very least, the Necromancer would definitely not lack interest in studying this unknown thing.

The Dawnbreakers standing behind the Primarch watched their Gene-Mother's constant busyness in silence and awe, while the Imperial Guards further away gradually changed from being on guard at the beginning to watching the monkey show in the later stage: no one could perceive the unpredictable changes around the Primarch.

Just as Morgan took the last word she could catch into her mind and scanned the entire Perfect City with her tired eyes to check if there was anything missed, a burning phantom appeared in the corner of her right eye, like the scorching sun in the sky, stinging her senses. When the Primarch reacted and looked over, she saw nothing.

The next moment, the stinging pain appeared in the corner of her left eye again, but this time, Morgan, who was prepared, saw it clearly: it was an illusion that seemed so real that it seemed to suck her whole body into another time and space.

And there.

She saw a...

High tower?

No...it's a giant tower!

A giant tower that reaches the sky!
A cylindrical black shadow rose from the ground, towering over the desolate and dilapidated scorched plain, surrounded by traces of famine and war. Stone bullets and flames eroded the spiral carvings on the tower like wind and snow, but in front of the huge figure that pierced the sky, the bites of war were insignificant, just like a blue whale in the sea would not care about a skua on the water.

At the first sight, the Lord of Avalon was shocked by the tower that reached the sky, both because of its hugeness: if placed on the same level, this tower might be more magnificent than the palace on Terra; and because of its primitiveness: because as far as the eye could see, all the Primarch could see were mud bricks, tiles, wood and plaster.

Not to mention the Terra Palace, even tens of thousands of years ago, when humans had just set foot on the starry sea, they would not use these things to build such magnificent buildings: and does this really conform to the science of building materials and physics?
But the giant tower is there, with its primitiveness and perseverance, leading all the way to the sky that even the original body cannot see, leading to the endless storm and darkness.

But it was there that the destruction of this Tower of Babel was brewing.

Morgan could see clearly. She saw endless lightning and storms, which descended from the sky like the wrath of the gods, blasting mud bricks and tiles, devouring wooden beams and plaster, and tearing the entire tower into pieces bit by bit, starting from its invisible top. Compared with this god of death that fell from the sky, the traces of war that covered the entire wasteland were nothing more than a clumsy trick of destruction among mortals.

Morgan just stood there, quietly witnessing this fantasy catastrophe, watching the tower fall into ruins bit by bit in front of her eyes. Maybe a few hours passed, maybe longer, and until everything was about to end, a ray of new light pulled her back to the real world.

It was a golden light, very similar to the color of the Emperor, but not strong enough. Instead, it exuded a breath of death. It flashed from the top of the huge object and fell quickly into the dark night on the surface like a meteor.

That's her father.

There was no reason for the Primarch to be so sure.

So, this is the Emperor's memory, and the place where the Emperor...died once?

But... who can kill him?

The question sent shudders down the primarch's spine.

In the real universe, is there really anyone who can threaten the Emperor's life?

Or, was she, the genetic father who could dominate the galaxy with absolute violence, actually so fragile that she could be killed by others at some point in the past? If it weren't for the blessing of the immortal's physique, the Emperor's great cause would have collapsed halfway?

Morgan couldn't figure this out.

She could only vaguely determine that whoever had killed her father could not possibly be alive now, because the one still standing on the stage was the Emperor, and given the character of the Lord of Mankind, he would definitely completely wipe out this greatest threat factor, and the possibility of keeping it for his own use was very small.

We can't just ignore it and let this killer roam the galaxy, can we?
Morgan laughed at his own thoughts.

But before she had time to figure out the other elements of this fatal problem, she saw an invisible color twisting restlessly where the golden light fell from the tower: the next moment, the color flew straight towards her as if it had received some kind of command.

At the last moment before the Lord of Avalon was swept out of this world, she knew what this color was: it was also a set of unknown languages ​​that she had collected before, but unlike its companions, when this word stayed between the primarch's eyebrows, Morgan understood its meaning in an instant.

[Curse?]

The Primarch whispered the word.

【……never heard of that.】

Morgan tilted her head and frowned slightly in distress: for some reason, although she was the Primarch standing at the top of the pyramid of the entire human empire, and although she was the one with more power and means among her twenty blood brothers, every time Morgan was complacent because of the big cards she held tightly in her hand, this ancient and crazy galaxy would reveal another tip of the iceberg to her, unscrupulously mocking the Primarch's ignorance.

She's not qualified.

Galaxy always says this.

It was like a novel that was still being written and always had new settings. As a character in the novel, Morgan had to endure these new [rules] in vain. Along the way, the Primarch had encountered similar situations countless times: the ancient knowledge was twisted and powerful, as numerous as stars, hiding in every corner of the galaxy. Even if a little bit of it was inadvertently revealed, it would make Morgan feel uneasy. The monster in the Emperor's body was like this, and the new thing called [Spell] in front of him was also like this.

They seemed to have always existed in the Milky Way, as natural as the sun in the sky, but the Primarchs who conquered the Milky Way still knew nothing about these things: most people didn't even know about Chaos.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen couldn't help but sigh.

She really couldn't understand.

If her genetic father didn't know these things...

No, it's impossible. The Emperor must know these things.

At least he died once.

But if the Emperor knew of these things, and their power, why did he hastily return to Holy Terra without informing the Primarch of the existence of these ancient horrors in the galaxy, leaving him to wander around in this dangerous galaxy?
How dare he?

Even mortal parents know that before they go out, they should repeatedly remind their children left at home not to open the door to strangers, and they would never leave their children alone in the dangerous outdoors: what is the difference between the emperor's behavior and leaving an ignorant child on the road with cars passing by?
Does he want to abandon?
Or, in the eyes of the Emperor, Morgan is not the Primarch in charge of this part?
Who could that be?

Alpha? Vulkan? Or maybe the Chagatai Khan?
Several most likely figures flashed through Morgan's mind one after another, but the Primarch felt that each of them was missing something: she had fought side by side with Alpha, but she had not smelled such a scent, and Fire Dragon and Khan did not seem like the kind of people who could do such a mysterious job.

What's more, if this force is really so powerful, and has even killed the Lord of Mankind, then the Emperor can only hand it over to someone he trusts. But in this case, problems arise: Even though the Lord of Mankind has twenty biological children, how many of them can he trust?

Horus? Jonson? Ferrus? Or maybe Mortarion?

They don't look like people who can be entrusted with such a responsibility.

There was no need to talk about Horus, and Morgan knew all about Jonson. Ferrus did meet these standards, but his attitude towards mysterious powers was obvious to all. Morgan would rather believe that the Emperor would give some technological weapons that were as powerful as miracles to this Gorgon, just as he would give some divine weapons that could destroy the world to Jonson and Vulcan.

As for Mortarion, he might be one of the few people who met all the criteria, and this power was not the warp energy that he wanted to get rid of as soon as possible: but considering the Barbarus people's concept of witchcraft and his own personality, it seemed unlikely.

Although Morgan believed that Mortarion was actually very suitable for the power of spells: even if she didn't like this brother, Morgan would never despise Mortarion's talents in certain aspects, but the Barbarus people seemed destined to miss out on this natural enemy of the warp.

As for the others, excluding the brothers Morgan was familiar with, the rest all had their own problems: If we only consider objective factors, the one who is most likely to help the Emperor deal with these mysterious things can only be...

"Morgan."

【……ah? 】

"Morgan!"

【ah? ! 】

【I'm here, Robert.】

Her thoughts were ruthlessly interrupted, as the voice of her blood brother exploded in her ears, pulling Morgan's mind completely back to the real world. The Primarch looked around in a daze, then picked up the communicator hanging next to her ear: This scene made the chief guard standing closest to her reveal a worried look.

What's wrong, Robert?

Morgan asked, and Liman's answer was drowned out by the rumbling of the engine.

"I have already picked up Lorgar, but he did not talk to me. Instead, he boarded the transport plane with his descendants. The first batch of warriors will arrive in a few minutes. Morgan, Lorgar will stay a little behind: Malcador is with me, we will keep an eye on him."

【That's good. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Which batch are you from? ]

"With Luo Jia: because I have to escort him myself."

Escort...

The Lord of Avalon's brows twitched as he listened to the Macragge's firm yet slightly sad tone, as if the Great Bearer of the Word was already a sinner in shackles, waiting only for the final judgment, and Guilliman was sending him on his final journey.

Fortunately, he didn't meet Luo Jia.

Morgan licked his lips and asked about the final insurance.

[Is Luo Jia next to you? ]

"He's on his own transport, and mine is following him."

【That's good……】

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, and neither she nor Guilliman spoke any more, because the first batch of Word Bearers' transport planes had appeared at the edge of Morgan's vision, and behind her, the Custodians' guards deployed their formations and adjusted their weapons to combat status, without any concealment: the same was true for the Dawnbreakers.

Only Rana still stood beside the Mother of Genes, hesitating and not daring to speak.

【What's wrong, Lana? 】

"Uh, you..."

The chief guard hesitated for a moment. He changed his words "Are you a little confused?" to:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

[Very good, Lana.]

Morgan smiled, she turned her head and felt the atmosphere in the perfect city: whether it was those beliefs, the monster, or the mysterious power called the spell, they had all disappeared completely at this moment, and replaced by the cold and dazzling sun, which was so dazzling in the sea of ​​​​soul.

And it's so pleasing to the eye.

At least from Morgan's perspective at this moment, compared to those three kinds of monsters, her genetic father is so damn kind!

Is he moving towards the city gate?

【Fairly on time.】

The Primarch snorted lightly, then signaled his offspring behind him to follow him, and walked towards the large square to receive the Word Bearers: those Guards wanted to stay where they were and confront the upcoming Word Bearers legions, then let them go, the Primarch must greet her nephews with a more friendly attitude.

After all, she was forced to take over this mess, and any changes to the Perfect City were not fundamentally her ideas: it didn't matter what others thought, but Lorgar and the Word Bearers Legion had to maintain this idea.

[So, what do you know about the Word Bearers, Lana?]

Morgan raised her head and looked at the transport planes that were about to land, and asked the Terra veteran standing next to her. The Lord Chief of the Guards lived up to the Primarch's expectations and nodded confidently.

"I once fought alongside the Seventeenth Legion, Mother. At that time, Lorgar had just returned to his legion, but I still remember many of the Colchians he brought back, especially the best ones."

【Is it? 】

Morgan nodded and pointed to the two fastest transport planes.

[Then tell me, which unit do these two transport planes belong to? ]

Lana observed.

"The one on the left is the First Company. It is most likely Kor Phaeron, an old man who is extremely unpopular in the Word Bearers. He has the same background as Lord Luther, but his ability is far inferior to Lord Luther. He only relies on Lorgar's trust."

"As for the one on the right, although it didn't paint the specific company number, I recognize that logo. It's the Jagged Sun Regiment of the Word Bearers Legion. They are best at airdrop assault tactics. Among the Word Bearers, this is the most technically demanding tactic."

【real? 】

Seeing that the Primarch was skeptical, Lana expanded on his explanation.

"That's right. The Jagged Sun is one of the five most famous chapters of the Word Bearers. As for the tactics that the other four chapters are good at: the Triple Crown is good at attrition warfare, the Judgment Star is good at scorched earth warfare, the Throne of Bones loves human wave tactics, and the Broken Scythe is accustomed to using compression tactics."

(This paragraph is not made up by me, but information I specifically looked for. I can only say that the tactical style of the Word Bearers is indeed a bit difficult to describe: I can't understand why there is a legion that regards human wave tactics as a specialty? Even the Iron Warriors would not be so authentic, right?)
「Tsk, is that so?」

Morgan nodded. She somewhat understood where the intriguing aura came from when the Astartes from other legions mentioned the Word Bearers.

I think he just started. Two transport planes landed steadily on the ground. Two teams of people walked out of them: the pair on the left had scriptures all over their bodies. They looked more like missionaries than soldiers. The team on the far right looked like people needed on the battlefield.

"It's Anglete!"

Morgan heard a muffled cheer over Lana's voice.

【do you know him?】

"We met once on the battlefield. He was a great fighter, mother."

As if to prove the words of the Grand Steward, when Morgan looked at Angerte mentioned by Lana, she indeed saw a warrior who was eye-catching: this Word Bearer was wearing a set of armor without any more decorations, standing upright, completely different from his companions who were at a loss beside him.

His skin was dark and his hair was even darker, which made his teeth very prominent. He was not very handsome, but his features were three-dimensional and his face was resolute. He was the kind of person who could be entrusted with important tasks at first glance: especially when he took a few steps forward and walked side by side with the company captain beside him.

Compared to Kor Phaeron's skinny, pale and thin face, Angletai also became much more handsome, but what really attracted Morgan's attention was not this, but the interesting soul of the captain of the Jagged Sun.

Morgan sensed a very strange attribute in Angertai, something she had never seen before: an extreme affinity for the warp, not a psychic power like Magnus and hers, but an instinctive adaptability.

In other words: this Anglete might be able to make friends with the devil.

For no reason, this strange thought popped into the Primarch's mind.

And even as she was pondering the possibility of this unimagined path, the Word Bearers warriors gathered more and more on the ground, and in the blink of an eye there were more than ten thousand of them. From the initial confusion to forming neat rows, they still maintained the discipline of the Astartes and maintained a silent sadness.

It was not until a transport plane engraved with scriptures appeared in their sight that countless shouts were raised by this golden storm bird. The transport plane belonging to the Lord of Macragge following closely behind it also deservedly received thousands of angry glares.

Five seconds later, the Great Speaker appeared in Morgan's field of vision.

Lorgar - Aurelion.

Morgan quietly looked at this brother whom she had not seen for a long time. Out of habit, she also glanced at Luo Jia's soul. Then she raised her eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, turned her head, looked at Angertai's soul again, and then looked at Luo Jia's again.

Then, a strange, funny expression flashed across the Primarch's face.

[Rana. 】

Morgan suddenly spoke up.

What do you think of Anglete?

"Great fighter."

The chief guard nodded.

[Then...what about Luo Jia? ]

"..."

Rana was silent, and after a few seconds, he managed to organize his words with difficulty.

"If you will allow me to judge by the memory of them."

"I can only say."

"Mr. Luo Jia is indeed excellent."

"But if Angertai is also a Primarch, I think he is at least no worse than Lord Lorgar. The only difference between him and Lord Lorgar is strength. If Lord Lorgar is compared with him..."

【…】

Morgan did not respond, and Lana did not continue speaking. They stood there, quietly waiting for the Great Bearer and his legion to complete the final assembly. During this time, Morgan's eyes kept jumping between Lorgar and Angertai.

She also glanced at Kor Phaeron, but the next second, she looked away with disdain.

"What are you thinking about, Mother?"

[Nothing, I just remembered a Terran classic story I read.]

"What is it?"

After hearing the question from Lana's mouth, Morgan had a perfect smile on his face.

She first glanced at Lorgar: the son of God stood in the center of thousands of warriors, countless cheers arose because of him, countless fanaticism burned because of him, his every move was destined to shock the whole world, and the momentary melancholy in his eyes was enough to make 100,000 Astartes swear to wash it away with their own blood.

【The King of Wei has an extraordinary noble look.】

Then Morgan looked at Angertai again: the captain of the Jagged Sun could only squeeze in the crowd with his squad, waiting for Lorgar to pass in front of him. His plain armor looked so inconspicuous in the gorgeous array of Word Bearers, just like the dark corner that would not be illuminated by Lorgar's light.

【The ghostwriter at the bedside. 】

The Primarch saw everything.

Light and dark, brilliant and ordinary, father and child, primarch and warrior.

【This is a true hero. 】

(End of this chapter)