Emperor's Bane

Chapter 580: Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!

Chapter 580: Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!
Morgan and Angron arrived at the scene of the incident almost at the same time.

Relatively speaking, the Spider Queen's eagle was more convenient, and after a long journey, it didn't even get its clothes dirty. The Great World-Eater was closer, and his speed was not much slower: perhaps the only difference was their respective adjutants.

Compared to Rana, who jumped off the Shrike and immediately began to be on guard around him, Kahn, who followed Angron's footsteps and also ran all the way, seemed too embarrassed. His armor was covered with sweat, dust and dried blood, and his heavy breathing was like a cheap organ.

But compared to the Devourers further behind who were wearing heavy Terminator armor and could not keep up with the speed of Angron or even Kahn, and were thus left far behind at the end of the field of vision, and compared to the Round Table Guards who were simply left out of Morgan's field of vision and were still looking for people while traveling, these two Primarch attendants seemed so lucky.

At the very least, they were the only two witnesses to the Primarch's subsequent conversation.

"Okay, Morgan."

Angron nodded first.

"I have followed your instructions and separated the two of them temporarily. I hope they will not misunderstand my meaning. So what should we do next? Pull them apart, or favor one of them?"

The Great World Eater maintained the same posture in which he had just dropped his axe: even among the Primarchs, there were only a few who could do what Angron did, to accurately pin the axe between the two brothers at loggerheads from such a long distance.

This is not difficult to understand, after all, the vast majority of Primarchs rarely, or even never, honed their martial arts: the Primarchs' strength was something they were born with, a fusion of their demigod bodies and superhuman senses. For most of the Emperor's bloodline, they only needed to rely on their instinctive reactions and casual gestures on the battlefield to accomplish feats that even the most experienced Astartes warriors could never match.

In this context, some things that sound incredible can be reasonably explained: for example, the wild Angron and the calm Guilliman are actually technical warriors with the same goal. Just as Guilliman is good at close-range sword fighting and gunmanship, Angron also has his own areas of expertise.

Even broader.

In the decades of daily fighting in the dueling arena of Nuceria, the Great World-Eater had already mastered the tricks of most melee weapons known to mankind. He also knew very well how to fight large beasts, how to achieve bloody victories in multi-person melees, and how to exert all his strength in all kinds of harsh terrains.

(Contrary to stereotypes, gladiatorial combat is actually a bloody art with rich and colorful content. In addition to the most basic two-person combat, there are also group combat, chariot combat, historical drama performance combat, beast fighting and even naval combat, etc. Gladiators also have to master various strange weapons including forks and fishing nets: so according to his own setting, Angron should actually be the only super mixed martial arts master and top weapon master among all the Primarchs)
[Let me think about it. 】

Standing next to Angron, Morgan's expression was a little lazy: she really didn't want to bother with this kind of shit, and it seemed that she had no reason to get involved, because compared to Angron, Corax, or even Lorgar, Magnus was not so...

It makes people want to save him.

Morgan hesitated.

【What do you think, Angron?】

"I can do it."

The Void King nodded. Most of the time, Angron remained in this indifferent state. Most of his emotions were wiped out along with the Butcher's Nails. Although the friendship for his blood brothers existed, it was not so much that he would take the initiative to cause trouble.

"I just want things to be resolved quickly and this war to end soon."

"What about you, Morgan?"

【Me: More or less the same. 】

The Spider Queen smiled, and in Angron's somewhat confused eyes, Morgan first tiptoed, patted his brother's shoulder, motioned him to bend down, then bit his ear and discussed privately with Angron.

[Listen, Angron, since you don't want to deal with this mess, then you should follow my instructions later.]

"No problem. Go ahead."

The World Eater nodded.

"Do you need me to stop Ruth?"

【No, quite the opposite.】

Morgan smiled.

[You go and stop Magnus: As for Leman Russ, leave it to me. ]

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【Ah, yes, Angron.】

[While I am talking to Leman Russ, no matter what my brother Magnus says to you, don't listen. Wait for your descendants to come together, let them form a line to block between you and Magnus, and then use some other method to block your ears.]

"why?"

[For the sake of your cardiovascular system and my workload: listen to me, brother.]

【This is my experience. 】

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"Talking from experience?"

"Did you do this often before?"

The wolf king tilted his neck, making a crackling sound of bones dislocating, and the wolves surrounding him growled in dissatisfaction because they could not continue their revenge, until Leman Russ angrily drove them away to a farther place, leaving only those who were reliable.

After doing all this, the Wolf King observed the situation in front of him: a few minutes ago, the Spider Queen performed a gorgeous psychic trick in front of everyone, using a disguised demonstration to suppress the tense situation.

Morgan first used himself and Angron as positioning pointers, and used his psychic power to teleport the two Primarch Guards who were still on the way. After they were stable, he used his psychic power attached to Angron's battle axe as positioning, allowing this force that should not be underestimated to stand between the two legions.

This small action, which was completed with just two snaps of fingers, was actually not simple: teleportation is a seemingly basic psychic skill, but it is actually an extremely advanced subject, not to mention that it involves two Primarchs and forty fully armed Terminator guards.

Not to mention, when Morgan teleported herself over, she also leaked a few traces of psychic power, easily crushing the rampant ether molecules in the Thousand Sons Array: these subspace elements like maggots were burned to ashes by the pale golden flames summoned by the Spider Queen.

This scene allowed Ahriman and the others to finally breathe again.

This scene also calmed down Magnus and Lemanus.

So, the World Eaters faced the Thousand Sons, and the Dawnbreakers faced the Space Wolves. After a suffocating silence and the communication of several Primarchs using language and simple words, the situation of the two legions continuing to fight to the death was finally temporarily resolved. Magnus withdrew his psionic power, and the Wolf King chose to step back for a distance and listen to Morgan's words instead.

It should be said that Leman Russ had great respect for his relative of Avalon. He suppressed his anger and patiently listened to Morgan's long speech in front of him, and did not forget to ask the question out of curiosity.

This made Morgan blink.

【That’s what I’m saying.】

She smiled and gently drew a line in the air with her finger. The Space Wolves standing not far away frowned: they seemed to be locked outside the shield and could no longer hear the discussion between their Gene-Father and Ms. Morgan.

Many wild wolves were dissatisfied, but those rune priests who had studied abroad in the Far East raised their hands, slapped each of the shouters, and forcibly suppressed the riot. Several wolf lords just stood by and watched coldly.

And inside the invisible shield, Morgan looked at the Spear of Dionysus with dissatisfaction.

[Tell me first, Ruth: Why did you draw this weapon?]

"why?"

The wolf king laughed, then pointed at the pool of blood and flesh that was the product of the mutation.

"Look at that thing, Morgan, it's dark magic, it's Magnus's..."

[Alright, alright.]

The Primarch waved his hand dismissively, helplessly interrupting Nimanrus's accusation.

[We are just two people, so who are we talking to? Stop talking about your black magic theories. Are you going to brag to me later that your rune priests use the purest natural power on Fenris, the souls of warriors, rather than tainted psychic sorcery? Hmm? ]

"...Well, of course not."

The wolf king was a little embarrassed after being interrupted: He did want to say that.

"I'm sorry, Morgan, I should have remembered that you're not like Magnus."

"You are indeed... a great psyker."

Having said that, dangerous light began to flash in the Fenrisian's pupils.

"But in that case, you should know exactly what those things are. To be honest, Morgan, I'm not sure what they are. But the moment I saw them, or rather, when I saw that the warriors under Magnus could actually become such things, I couldn't help but draw out my Spear of Dionysus, and until now, I don't think I did anything wrong."

The wolf king, who was talking incessantly, did not notice the resentful glance Morgan gave him.

[Whether it’s right or not, I’ll talk about it later. 】

Morgan looked back: Magnus was still having a headache in front of the silent World Eater, while some people led by Ahriman were taking in the incomplete body of Hastur. In the great pyramid, some other Thousand Sons warriors popped their heads out from time to time, trying to understand what was going on, but they were quickly blasted back by their colleagues outside.

[If you said that, didn’t Magnus tell you that it was a genetic disease of the Thousand Sons?]

"That's exactly what he said."

【That’s not bullshit, Ruth: It’s in their genes.】

"!!!"

The wolf king widened his eyes.

"Are you kidding me, Morgan? How can this be considered a genetic disease?"

[Don't say that: Can't Lorgar also be considered a Primarch? ]

"No... that's not what I meant!"

Ruth was breathing heavily with anger, but Morgan did not give him a chance to lose his temper. She reached out and patted her brother on the shoulder. The vibrating spiritual energy forced Ruth to calm down, but also made him seem a little fearful: The Wolf King then realized that he could not see through Morgan's strength.

In other words, although Morgan and Magnus both gave Leman Russ a feeling of being almost invincible, this feeling was also different: Magnus was more like pure brute force, he was like a giant who could repel the Wolf King in the most brutal and unreasonable way.

In comparison, Morgan is more like an abyss. Although it does not look as visually impactful as a giant, defeating a giant can at least be considered a concept. Defeating the abyss is essentially a joke: it is hard to say which one will make the wolf king more afraid.

"What on earth do you want to say, Morgan?"

After Leman Russ calmed down, Morgan nodded.

【Let me make it short, Ruth.】

[First of all, the Thousand Sons' condition is indeed a genetic disease: Don't look at me like that, you can ask the Emperor, the Thousand Sons already had this kind of flesh and blood mutation before Magnus returned to the Legion, this thing was not brought to them by Magnus, our brothers have no subjective guilt in this matter. ]

【Second: I am here to help you. 】

"Help me?"

The wolf king was delighted.

"Then shouldn't you and Angron switch places? Let Angron stop me, and you go and convince Magnus to confess. I just can't win the argument, but I have both force and evidence."

[No, you got it wrong, brother.]

Morgan shook his head.

[I came to talk to you. It seems that I am helping Magnus, but I am actually helping you.]

[Talking to Magnus may seem like helping you, but in fact you are helping Magnus.]

"……what?"

For a moment, Leman Russ was confused.

"what do you mean?"

The wolf king bared his teeth again, showing his impulsive side.

"Forget it, I don't care what you mean: since you just said you would help me, you are on my side, right? Then stop talking nonsense, let's deal with that guy together and knock his army to the ground!" [Okay. ]

To the Wolf King's surprise, Morgan actually smiled and nodded to him.

[How do you plan to deal with him? ]

"um, I……"

Leman Russ thought for a moment.

"Anyway, I'm not as conservative as you, sister. I'm a radical."

【Would you like to hear my conservative opinion, Mr. Radical? 】

"explain?"

【it is this.】

Morgan's fingers slowly ran over his neck, making a throat-slitting motion.

[I will now use psychic means to secretly contact Angron, and then the three of us will pretend to reconcile with Magnus. When the opportunity arises, you will kill him with the Spear of Dionysus. Angron and I will be on the sidelines to help you. Then let your Space Wolves kill all the Thousand Sons here and complete the duty of the military police. At that time, you can just leave Ahriman behind.]

[Slaughter Magnus, and place his great red head on a pike, and carry it across every part of the empire as a warning to others; then roast his skin and flesh, and coat it with gold, and make it into cups, and offer it to our All-Father for his pleasure.]

"..."

The wolf king opened his mouth wide.

"No...no...wait..."

For a moment, looking at Morgan's fanatical eyes, Leman Russ didn't know what to say.

"Morgan... uh... your plan..."

“Isn’t that a bit too radical?”

【Hehehehe...】

Morgan sneered.

[You! Still! Know! Ah!]

She took a step closer.

[You also know how ridiculous it is to go to war with Magnus right here! ]

"I……"

[Do you know what it means to pull out the Spear of Dionysus in front of everyone without the Emperor's direct permission? Do you want to fight the entire Thousand Sons Legion to the death here? The Emperor's military police led the army to wipe out another legion without the Emperor's order? Hmm? ]

[Even Jonson doesn't dare to do this: Who gave you the courage to act on your own? Don't forget that you are just testing Magnus in the end. Did the Emperor give you the power of life and death? Did he allow you to fire freely? ]

[Just because I saw a piece of rotten meat? ]

[A pile of rotten meat that can only be explained by a genetic disease? ]

"What do you mean by openly..."

[Don't forget what time it is now, Leman Russ. Now is the time when the fucking Imperial Truth prevails. How can the Empire openly admit that there is life or even any intelligent entity in the warp? As for the flesh and blood mutation, except that it is a genetic disease, we can't explain it in any way openly. ]

[Or do you want the Emperor to publicly overturn his Imperial Truth and admit that there are supernatural beings in the Warp: for a Magnus? Believe me, he would rather skin you alive! ]

【Do you know why? 】

Morgan moved closer.

"Why... why?"

[Because you are being stupid! ]

The Spider Queen gnashed her teeth.

[Listen to me, Magnus's death is not a pity, and it doesn't matter where he dies, but what is important is your action of directly pulling out the Spear of Dionysus: do you know what this means? This means the final judgment of a brother, and you dare to directly sentence another legion to death without the direct and clear order of the Emperor? ]

[Where do you get your power? You are just a military policeman at the emperor's feet. ]

"This one……"

The wolf king opened his mouth and looked away unwillingly.

"You're right. It was indeed my fault for rashly pulling out the Spear of Dionysus."

【I’m glad we reached a consensus.】

Morgan laughed again: the speed at which she changed her expression amazed the Wolf King.

[This is also what I said just now. I came to dissuade you because I wanted to help you. If I really dissuade Magnus and make him admit his guilt, and let the matter here get out of hand and become the fuse of a legion incident, then you will not be able to stop yourself from acting rashly without instructions.]

[Believe me, brother, your fate will not be much better than Magnus. ]

【A disobedient dog is worthless. 】

"Yes."

Ruth nodded, not looking angry at all for being humiliated.

"A disobedient dog, a gendarme who does not follow orders, is indeed worthless."

"Thanks for reminding me, Morgan. I almost made a big mistake."

【Come on. 】

Morgan taunted.

[This is why I'm angry: Do you know why you made such a big mistake? ]

"Um……"

The Wolf King thought about it for a while, and then he felt something was wrong: Logically speaking, even if he saw that the flesh and blood were changeable, although he would angrily accuse Magnus and aggressively demand an explanation, but in theory, he would not directly pull out the Spear of Dionysus.

He knew better than anyone what it meant to pull out the Spear of Dionysus: even when he faced that bastard, he had gone through a fierce ideological struggle before doing so. Although Magnus was stupid as hell, he was definitely not as stupid as Old Eleven.

According to habit, he should step forward to confront him, then report the matter directly to the All-Father, and give this arrogant brother a fatal blow in the next meeting: this is what he should do. Why on earth did he pull out the Spear of Dionysus just now?

Just like in that moment...

[It's like at that moment, your brain just gave up thinking, right? ]

"how do you know?"

Facing the wolf king's astonished gaze, Morgan just shook his head helplessly.

[Back to the original question: What did you ask me at the beginning? ]

"Um... do you do this often?"

[Yes, I do this often.]

Morgan's smile was gentle, but it made Leman Russ feel creepy.

【You and I both know this very well. 】

[You and Jonson, Conrad, Angron and Lorgar, Corax, as well as Dorn and Perturabo: Morgan, the unlucky guy in front of you, has always been placed between her brothers, being bullied by both sides and speaking good words for the conflicts between the brothers. This time must be no exception, right?]

[As long as this sucker named Morgan is still here, then I can naturally give up thinking and happily be a hot-tempered reckless man and conflict party, right? ]

[Why do you need to think? Why do you need to worry about the situation on the field? Isn't it better to leave it all to Morgan? Isn't that what Morgan does anyway? No matter how reckless you are, no matter how incompatible you two are, no matter how unreasonable you are, Morgan will always persuade you to come together and listen to you taking out the trash with a forced smile on her face. Isn't that what she has been doing for so many years?]

[Over a hundred years~]

[She should do this~]

"Well... I never said that..."

[But that’s what you think! ]

The Spider Queen looked ferocious.

[Otherwise, what about your brain: Did it also undergo the flesh and blood transformation along with them? ]

"..."

The wolf king shrank his neck.

He suddenly remembered the methods that Jonson had taught him a long time ago: at that time, Leman Russ just regarded it as a joke and casually threw it behind his mind, but now thinking about it, this advice was so useful.

Anyway...

"I'm sorry, Morgan."

The wolf king gave a flattering smile.

"Is this all: my fault?"

[Yes, this is all your fault.]

Morgan was still laughing, and his laughter gave the Wolf King goose bumps all over his back.

It seems that Jonson's method is not working...

[So, Leman Russ: Do you know how to atone for your sins? ]

"How to do?"

【Very simple. 】

Morgan's tone tapped the Fenrisian's earlobe.

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