Emperor's Bane

Chapter 581 I want to see a river of blood!
[That's right, Leman Russ, I'm not kidding you.]

[Right now, take up your Bacchus Spear and walk to Magnus, and hit him hard in the heart, neck, spine, or any other vital part, with all your strength, and try to kill him in the next second: use the same momentum you used to beat up that bastard Jonson.]

[Of course, don't stab the head, that won't cause fatal damage.]

"Why? Because he has some brain defenses in his head?"

[No, I just doubt whether he has a brain in his head.]

[So, find another place: try to kill him once and for all, and it would be best if he could enter the revolving door of life directly. ]

【Believe me, this is the best solution for the empire. 】

"You...are you kidding?"

[Does my appearance make you think I'm joking? ]

Morgan pointed to her own face, and since she was now very close to Leman Russ, she could force her Fenris brother to look directly into her pupils and features: The Wolf King did so, and he studied Morgan's current expression carefully.

Two seconds later, the Fenrisian looked away with some fear in his eyes.

"Well, it looks like you're serious."

"...Can you please stop looking at me, Morgan? You're scaring me..."

【Is it? 】

The Spider Queen blinked curiously.

[But Zhuang Sen said he liked me in this state very much. He felt that I was the most serious and reliable in this state, and would not refuse any of my requests: he did so many years ago.]

"Tsk... I'm just asking."

The wolf king grinned. He absolutely did not believe this statement.

"In what state do you usually show this expression to Zhuang Sen?"

[While I was standing among a pile of expense reports holding his collar.]

"Can you reach his collar?"

[Just stand on the table, or knock Astelan down. 】

The Wolf King was silent for a moment. He suddenly didn't want to discuss this topic anymore. The Primarch's innate rich imagination was wreaking havoc in the minds of the Fenrisians, making him involuntarily imagine the picture described by Morgan.

Morgan was standing on Astelan's [corpse], grabbing Jonson's collar. Next to him might be several high-ranking knight commanders of the Dark Angels, and there were expense lists all over the floor...

"Cough cough cough..."

The wolf king coughed heavily.

He hated his imagination.

"Forget it, let's not change the subject."

Leman Russ regained his seriousness: it was not easy for him, and it took several seconds.

"Why did you think it was a good idea for me to...stab Magnus to death here?"

The wolf king was surprised that he was not so opposed to the idea of ​​killing his brother.

[Do you want to hear polite words or the truth? ]

"…Just say something polite first, at least it will give me some confidence."

【All right. 】

Morgan turned sideways and pointed at the tense situation between the two legions in the distance.

[In short, I am a little confused about Magnus now: if I had the confidence to check and even control my brother by myself before, now I must call you or Angron to ensure a 100% chance of winning.]

"You mean he's gotten stronger?"

[Too strong: It is almost certain that he gained power in the subspace, and directly absorbed the ready-made power from a certain subspace entity: Only this can explain his sudden surge in strength. I even suspect that he can now fight against two or even more Luo Jia on his own. ]

"Change the object of comparison: Luo Jia is of no use in this matter."

【He has a good chance of defeating Jonson.】

"Grass!"

The wolf king narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent rose from his fur.

"Morgan, can you tell which subspace entity he has absorbed power from? I don't know much about these things, but I think you should be an expert in this area. I can listen to and rely on your conclusion: Can you tell whether the entity is safe or not?"

[Yes, I can…]

Morgan turned her head away, and she saw easily into Magnus' soul: this was no harder than eating three boxes of fried butter balls.

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Just like the catchphrase of Ms. Cassia, Morgan's best friend who hasn't come to have tea with him for a long time and is also the chief navigator of the "Goddess of Dawn": Most of the elements in the subspace can actually be represented by colors, especially those entities in the subspace that simply have their own fixed colors.

Just like blood and red represent the manic god of war, and all variations of blue are the will of the Lord of Change, all green can be traced back to the Filthy Garden, pink and purple are the favorites of the Silver Palace of Pleasure, and that kind of cold metallic color belongs exclusively to the Lord of the Furnace who has not appeared for a long time.

With this common sense, Morgan could of course easily identify where Magnus' power came from. In fact, she had already done so. Magnus' soul was completely defenseless against her. Even if he sensed the Spider Queen's observation, he would actively open his heart to his blood relatives.

In other words, the Great Wizard never considered the possibility that Morgan would harm him.

But this kind of open-mindedness makes the Spider Queen avoid it now: because when Morgan opened her third eye and looked at Magnus' soul, she found that the colors lingering around her blood brother were not the symbols of those evil gods.

But...gold?
Pale gold.

Very, very, pale gold: looks like it's dying.

This dark gold color is exactly the same as the cold sun in the warp, but it feels unreal, especially for someone like Morgan who has had many close encounters with the golden sun: the Spider Queen can easily tell that the color on Magnus is just a contrast and imitation, just like the moon shines by reflecting the sun.

but no matter.

Magnus's Soul: Glowing.

And his psychic powers were glowing.

These are indisputable facts.

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[I think it's better for you not to know, Brother Leman Russ.]

Morgan wiped his brow.

[Anyway, I just want to say this: Magnus is like a fresh corpse lying in public. You can just turn your head and pretend it doesn't exist, but the longer you delay, the worse the impact will be. The plague will affect everyone.]

[So, since you have already pulled out the Spear of Dionysus, you might as well rush over and burn it now, sacrificing yourself for the happiness of everyone: this depends on whether you are willing to sacrifice your own legion, Rus.]

"You mean to say that you suggest that I kill him right here and then?"

[It's not good for you, but it's good for the empire. Like I said, it depends on your awareness and hardness of heart: If it was Zhuang Sen standing here now, I don't think I would waste all this saliva. ]

"Don't push me, Morgan."

The wolf king felt helpless.

“I admit that it was a bad idea for me to pull out the Spear of Dionysus, but even though Magnus has a thousand flaws, he is still very tight-lipped. Neither Angron nor you are the kind of people who lack a sense of confidentiality. Let’s just pretend that what happened just now never happened, shall we?”

"not to mention……"

The Fenrisian turned his attention back to his kin.

"Do not lie to me, my sister: I know you have the means and the art of speech to make this happen if you want, even if I beg you, and you know that the All-Father sent you here to ..."

【Don’t mention him! 】

Morgan waved his hands irritably.

[If that old soul ball could lift his noble ass, take five minutes out of his precious life, run over, slap Magnus to the ground, pull his ears and explain everything clearly, would you and I still have to worry about it? ]

"You have to have respect for the All-Father, Morgan."

[I didn't tie up his golden dolls in a tortoise shell bind and then shoot them into Comoros one by one, which is my greatest respect for him: What else do you want from me? Give him a back massage and give him a heart shape?]

"..."

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She seemed to be in a bad mood today.

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"Okay, if the polite words mean sacrificing oneself for the empire, then what is the truth?"

[I don’t care anymore.]

Morgan's face was sluggish, and she didn't even bother to show her perfect smile that she was so proud of. Anyway, Leman Russ knew her inside out, and the Spider Queen didn't bother to pretend in front of him. And there was one thing she didn't lie to the Wolf King at all, that is, Morgan really didn't want to be the unlucky peacemaker and punching bag between brothers anymore.

If she continued in that position, the resentment she had accumulated in her heart would support her in kicking the paralyzed, dog-faced lunatic off the brass throne and sitting on it herself: Morgan could feel the sticky gazes behind her twisting and turning restlessly, clamoring against the thoughts in her heart.

Anyway, the situation is like this: the Spider Queen has seen clearly that there is not much left for the Emperor to give her, and since that old bastard is about to return to Terra, there is no direct chain of interests between him and Morgan, and the direct benefits he can bring to Morgan are not as good as those of Malcador's old bones.

Since there is no benefit, there is no need to take this cheap father's order seriously.

Morgan smiled arrogantly.

[No matter what you say, whether it's for the sake of the empire or external influence, it's all bullshit. I just don't want to bother with your mess, especially Magnus: at least I don't want to bother with him today.]

[Think about it, I have been dealing with this kind of thing for almost a hundred years, changing the soup but not the medicine, and I have worn out my lips but nothing has changed, and I have not gained any benefit at all: I have been tired of doing such a thankless job for a long time. ]

[Rather, Ruth: Can you think of anyone who can do the same thing for hundreds of years without getting tired of it?]

"Well... actually, Jonson is still very active in extermination to this day..."

【We are talking about: people. 】

"..."

"What is Jonson to you?"

[A bipedal Persian cat that can be raised remotely in the cloud: its advantages are that it is good-looking, docile and not noisy, but its disadvantages are that it is sick, pretentious and not willing to work, and it also sheds hair, which can never be washed clean if it falls on your skirt.]

"Shedding hair?"

[Ah, there is actually a handmade cloak in my personal vault: the knots on the top are the hair that Jonson lost during the Randan War, the main material is the Invit carpet silk thread given to me by Dorne, the colors are painted with ink ground by Guilliman himself, and the buttons are the fangs I borrowed from Conrad's mouth.]

"what……"

The wolf king felt a little disgusted.

"So, you don't want to deal with this matter, and you don't want to get too involved, so you just lay out all the pros and cons of this matter to me, and hope that I can just go and die with Magnus? Because this is good for the empire?"

【It should be beneficial.】

Morgan spread his hands, then patted the wolf king's shoulder with a smile.

[But you are right about one thing: this is how I feel about this matter.]

The Spider Queen gave a thumbs up.

[Go ahead, Russ, go fight that bastard Magnus! ]

[Don’t wait for a big meeting, solve it as soon as possible and enjoy it as soon as possible. ]

【I want to see rivers of blood! 】

"Are you really not deliberately speaking the opposite of what I said in front of me just to stop me?"

【There is part of this consideration. 】

Morgan pouted innocently.

[But I really want to see you and Magnus explode. ]

[To be honest, it would be much easier to collect your bodies than to try to reconcile you two.]

[I can only say that whether you become a coward and put away the Spear of Dionysus, go back and complain to the Emperor, and then directly attack Magnus at the Psychic Conference, or fight him here and there, it will not hurt me: I think Angron will respect the personal wishes of both of you.]

[Look at you, Ruth~]

Patting the Wolf King on the shoulder again, Morgan looked at the dazed expression of the Primarch with satisfaction. Before Leman Russ could say anything, she had already removed the force field shield beside her and turned away without hesitation. It was not until now that she began to understand Sanguinius's happy mentality of watching the fun and not minding the trouble.

In other words, she has finally returned to her true self of a hundred years ago.

Why should she wipe the butts of these giant babies over and over again? Wouldn't it be better to just stand by and watch them burn themselves with the fire, and then watch them jump up and down in pain? They had nothing to do with her anyway.

Brotherhood?

Fuck brotherhood.

She didn't know if there would be any brotherhood if she continued to take on so much, but these guys were almost out of their minds: one Zhuangsen was already enough of a single-threaded creature in the family, and raising a few more would be a joke to her fragile heart, blood pressure, and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular systems.

Having figured this out, the Spider Queen left happily, leaving the Wolf King surrounded by a bunch of wolf cubs, forced to engage in painful thinking on the spot: It was not until the moment when Morgan was completely gone that Leman Russ sadly realized that this golden mediator among the Primarchs seemed to be planning to quit.

But...but...but how can this be possible?
Why is it his turn now?
If you're angry, shouldn't you go find those bastards, Jonson or Guilliman? Magnus is fine, and if that doesn't work, the All-Father can make do...

The Wolf King frowned, and without caring about himself, he began to think about what Morgan had said to him: From the perspective of the Empire, getting rid of Magnus as soon as possible is indeed a good idea, but it is also a very reckless bad idea that is likely to bring about many worse outcomes.

and so……

The wolf king bared his teeth and scratched his head in pain. As he had to honestly start to sort out the context of the matter and figure out various possible outcomes, the Fenrisian suddenly felt something appear inside his head: something that seemed to have been there all along.

I don't know when it disappeared, but now it seems to be back.

Because of Morgan's departure, the original place was vacated.

So: After Morgan, who was regarded as the rightful mediator in the eyes of the Wolf King, left, what grew again in the empty brains of the Fenris people?

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what……

It turned out to be his brain.

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"..."

"That's what he said?"

Malcador's pen paused as he turned to look at his attendant, who was reading letters to the Sigillite from the four Primarchs who had participated in the incident. These letters from different sources together formed the basis for the subsequent development of the Shrike incident.

"Yes, that's what His Excellency the Wolf King said in his letter: he has regrown his brain and realized that it is not a good idea to have a full-scale conflict with Magnus now, so he decided to endure until the Council of Nicaea and report everything to the All-Father."

"Magnus is hopeless?"

"He thinks so. In his letter, the Wolf King also suggested that all authoritative psykers in the empire be summoned to conduct a thorough psyker examination of the so-called genetic disease of the Thousand Sons Legion. He believes that the psyker examination will give the correct results."

"What did Magnus say?"

"Magnus angrily denounced this kind of examination as whimsical nonsense. He said that this is a genetic disease of the Thousand Sons Legion itself. Although there are some mutations due to psionics, it is fundamentally a biological science issue. He called on us to believe in science and there is no need to hold a grand psionics conference. Instead, we should focus on the welfare of the think tanks and psykers."

"..."

"Where's Angron?"

"Angron remained neutral. He called on both sides to engage in peaceful dialogue..."

"stop!"

"Let's talk about Morgan..."

"Um……"

"Rivers of blood?"

"Ah."

"……really interesting."

After a moment's silence, the seal holder actually laughed strangely.

"let me see……"

"Leman Russ suggested the use of psionics."

“Magnus calls for trust in science.”

"Angron wishes to resolve the issue peacefully."

"Morgan...want rivers of blood to flow...just want her brothers to die?"

"Mr. Morgan said: Let the Primarchs fend for themselves with their own wisdom."

"Isn't that just dying?"

"..."

The seal bearer put down the letter, slowly turned his head and looked at the other side of the desk, which was piled up with documents that filled the entire room. They could vaguely be seen piled up in the corridor, and a steady sound of deliveries could be heard not far away.

"Finally..."

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He finally started to hallucinate from working overtime.

(End of this chapter)