Emperor's Bane

Chapter 593 You Can Always Trust Leman Russ

"What did you install on this guy's head, Mr. Morgan?"

"Looks like a...nail?"

【Not like: It's just a nail. 】

When Morgan smiled, she would look at the wariness on the faces of the imperial guards with satisfaction.

Facts have once again proved that when the subsequent development of a matter and its final result are conducive to the grand cause in his mind, the Lord of Mankind's motivation to act will be terrifyingly high: this is the case with regard to the issue of Fu.

Two weeks after Morgan and her three brothers captured this mad genius, the fleets of the Primarchs still remained in the core of the Inesim space, planning to completely incorporate this rich land into the Empire, while waiting for the 19th Legion to join them and the Custodes to carry out the extradition.

What’s interesting is that the extradition team sent by the Emperor arrived before the 19th Legion, which had set out first, had already arrived: judging from the remaining golden light on their warships, it seemed that the Lord of Mankind had opened up a direct passage in the subspace specifically for this team.

Morgan was not surprised.

The Primarch stood alone on the tarmac of the Aurora, with only Fu beside her and a few Round Table Guards fifty steps behind her for company: her three brothers did not want to get involved in this matter and had run away long ago.

Zhuang Sen and his Dark Angels Legion left the day after the war ended. They did not go too far, but instead centered on the Inesim galaxy, happily sweeping away all unstable factors as a daily rest before the next expedition.

Hundreds of pirate dens, fallen worlds and alien groups suffered a devastating disaster. The Lion King and his legion did not hesitate at all. The whirlwind torpedoes and plasma engines never overheated. The battle line was deployed in star sectors. The wailing souls would not dissipate even after ten thousand years.

Morgan took advantage of this effectively, because this area would be included in the Far Eastern Frontier's sphere of influence in the future, so she generously handed over several Dawnbreaker companies and auxiliary army corps to her own blood relatives, but appointed the flexible-minded Rana to serve as the temporary commander of this Dawnbreaker force: the old warrior's prudence and his good popularity in the First Legion could effectively guarantee the survival rate of Morgan's descendants.

On the other hand, the Primarch threw the idle Conrad and Corax to various civilized worlds of Inesim to help her check whether there were potential corruption factors in these worlds: the two Primarchs liked this task very much, and they sorted out a long list and a detailed meeting order for Morgan in a very short time.

Morgan cleverly combined the work of the three brothers into one: in the face of all the families with ill intentions, she only needed to project the battlefields of several nearby star regions and show them the high efficiency of the Dark Angels in their daily work such as [Racial Elimination], and she would immediately gain a large number of loyal followers.

After all, they were a group of elite men who had survived the Age of Strife. When they saw the mortal enemies that had troubled them for thousands of years being wiped out by the First Legion like a wild cat robbing a bird's nest, anyone would realize how heavy the iron hand was beneath the gentle face of the Empire.

So, the loyalty of the lords and world governors was offered one by one, which took exactly two weeks. Morgan no longer cared about Jonson's vacation and let Conrad, who had completed the task, drag Corax to have fun with them: because this small team of royal guards became a new trouble for the Primarch.

Fortunately, what came this time was not some overconfident golden machine.

"Greetings, Primarch Morgan."

Twelve guardsmen got off from several shuttles carved with double-headed eagles in an orderly manner, and Morgan was soon surprised to find that their leader was actually a tribune of the guardsmen: this was no small role, among the guardsmen, the status of the ten tribunes was second only to that of Chief Waldo.

"My name is Helios, and I have come to extradite the fugitive from Holy Terra - Fu."

"The Emperor thanks you for your service, and the Emperor also wishes to thank your brothers: please convey that."

The leader this time was obviously carefully selected by the emperor. Compared with Diocletian and Aquitaine whom Morgan had met before, this tribune named Helios seemed rigorous, restrained and polite. His words successfully made the Spider Queen wave her hand back, and the Round Table guards who were ready to fight fifty steps away silently put away their weapons.

【I will. 】

【Nice to meet you, Tribune.】

The Primarch smiled, her curious eyes resting on the Tribune of the Guards and his comrades behind him. Facing these highest-level combat forces of the Empire, Morgan has always maintained a strong curiosity, but before this she had never had the time to observe them carefully.

After observing for a few seconds, the Primarch involuntarily turned his attention to the Round Table Guards behind him. Comparing the difference between the Imperial Guards and his most outstanding offspring, he replayed the possible conflicts and various outcomes in his mind over and over again.

Finally, she came to a conclusion.

Even without using the [divine weapons] made by the remnants of the star god, her eleven round table guards are still confident enough to defeat the twelve imperial guards in front of them. There will be casualties, but they won't be so great that it's unacceptable, maybe only two or three people.

The biggest unstable factor among all this is the Tribune of the Imperial Guards, who has the strength to drag one or two Round Table Guards to their deaths together: considering that he is second only to Waldo, such an exchange ratio is actually acceptable. Anyway, if Morgan really pursues the powerful figures of the Round Table Guards, he can always pull out a few dozen more in the Second Legion.

"Any questions?"

When the second sentence of the Royal Guard came, the Primarch realized that she had been distracted. She gave the tribune an apologetic smile, and without saying anything else, she pushed F beside her to Helios in front of her.

The tribune took him over, and soon two of his colleagues replaced the jailer. They carefully checked Fu's whole body to make sure there was nothing wrong: to be on the safe side, Morgan used all known reasonable means to tie Fu up. This old man who had lived for five thousand years now had no part of his body that could move except his eyeballs.

only……

"what is this?"

The tribune pointed his finger at a nail-like object above Fou's head.

There seemed to be a wisp of golden flame above it.

[This is a reinsurance device that I transformed from the Butcher's Nail. 】

The Spider Queen smiled, and her smile made the imperial guards alert.

[In short, this device is semi-permanent: I have attached my and the Emperor's psychic powers to it, which ensures that unless one of us uses psychic power, there is no way to remove this nail from the back of his head.]

[You know, this is to prevent him from escaping halfway. ]

“That’s not going to happen.”

The tribune raised his voice.

"We'll keep an eye on him!"

【It's better to be prepared. 】

The Primarch was not angry.

[Give him to the Emperor, my father will understand what I mean.]

Morgan waved her hand, seemingly not interested in continuing to explain, but in fact she was hiding her eyes: she was certainly not so kind as to use her psychic power and skills to cover up for the Imperial Guards, this nail actually had a second use.

That is, through it, Morgan extracted all of Fu's five thousand years of knowledge in these two weeks: although she cannot completely digest them now, she will have no shortage of time in the future anyway, and this knowledge will sooner or later become the best reward for Morgan's trip.

Originally, the Primarch was a little worried that she would not be able to understand the ideas of this biological genius who in some sense surpassed the Emperor, but after she went over it in general terms, the Spider Queen still had to sigh.

No matter how wild and extraordinary Fu's ideas were, in front of the true originators of flesh-and-blood technology, the masters of biological technology in the non-subspace field: the Commorro dark elves, Fu's science and technology were still unusually simple and easy to understand.

Even very...human.

In other words: if Comoros is a comprehensive institution of higher learning, then Nafu's skills and cruelty are at most at the junior high school level: Comoros' daily entertainment activities are at the high school level, and a key high school at that.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen cast a complicated glance at Fu, and the scientist responded with a resentful look: Obviously, the previous defeat made Fu feel great hatred towards each Primarch, especially the leader Morgan, and the fire of revenge burned in his heart.

Maybe one day, he will get revenge?

Morgan didn't care about this question. For her, the matter of Fu was in the past, and she should think about something else next...

"Wait, Mr. Morgan."

As soon as he turned around, the tribune's voice came from behind Morgan.

Helios gestured in the direction of the shuttle, and two more guards lifted a box down from it. Morgan had never seen such a gorgeous box. There was a black double-headed eagle engraved on it, which made her think of the black-armored guards in the Imperial Guard. In fact, the two guards carrying the box were wearing black armor.

This made the Primarch frown.

Her first reaction was: Is that damn old man trying to assign her another job?

This time you don't even dare to come and say it in person?
The Imperial Guards are used as a megaphone? What a great multifunctional experiment.

【What's this? 】

Although he was furious, Morgan still maintained outward etiquette. The tribune of the royal guards in front of him did not waste any words. He first organized his words and then began to describe the story of the box to the primarch: It can be seen that this is a challenge for him, as he has never had any related experience before.

"This box contains a reward specially given to you by the Emperor."

【……Year-end awards?】

The Imperial Guards did not respond, and just listened to Morgan's continued thoughts.

Soon, the Primarch sneered.

[Tell me, what dirty work does he want me to do so that he can give me the reward in advance? ]

The guards were silent.

"No... this is just a reward."

[…Huh? What did you say?]

"The Emperor means that this is a special reward to comfort you for your hard work."

[No mission?]

"He didn't say."

[Just a reward? ]

"Yes."

【For my previous hard work? 】

"indeed so."

The Primarch took a deep breath.

[Go ahead…]

[Did you damage his brain during the warp travel? ]

Morgan's words were answered by the sound of fourteen imperial guards loading their guns. - Brief confusion -

[So, this is the simple reward given to me by the Emperor? ]

Morgan touched her head and for the first time felt that her brain capacity was a little insufficient: although her genius genetic father often gave Morgan some operations that she couldn't understand, this time the operation made her particularly confused.

The emperor actually remembered her hard work?
【…】

Did this old guy secretly arrange some kind of death for her, but he didn't dare to make it clear for the time being?
Morgan thought the possibility was high: so she looked at the tribune again.

【Tell me: Did he suddenly think of giving me this gift? 】

"no."

The Imperial Guard shook his head.

"In fact, it was because Lord Leman Russ gave advice to the Emperor."

[Huh? Leman Russ?]

What does this have to do with him?

"Yes, Lord Leman Russ boarded the Emperor's Vision not long ago and explained to the Emperor the issues concerning Magnus and psychic powers. I was there at the time, and I heard with my own ears that after he finished reporting on the issues concerning Magnus, he specifically mentioned you to the Emperor."

【What did he say?】

"Lord Leman Russ described to the Emperor every campaign and secret operation you had participated in since the Great Crusade, the blood shed and the resentment accumulated in it: he also specifically mentioned your... blood vessels and blood pressure."

【…】

"In short, that's it: Lord Leman Russ protested to the Emperor. He believed that the Emperor ignored your efforts in mediating the conflicts between the Primarchs and did not give you enough compensation and rewards, which led to your unhealthy psychological problems. He saw and experienced these with his own eyes, so he hoped that the Emperor could make up for the mistakes in time and give you more rewards."

[This is... what he said? ]

Morgan was silent. It was the first time she fell into such a sincere silence.

"Yes, that's what he said."

"The Emperor accepted his advice."

The imperial guard nodded, and he pointed at the box and added the last sentence.

"After the departure of the Primarch Leman Russ, the Emperor personally remotely ordered Malcador to go to the underground area of the Terran Palace and select several items from it that can help you: their power and effectiveness are unquestionable, but you must be careful whether you can use them safely, otherwise it will cause harm to your Legion."

Morgan looked at the golden box that was half her height and nodded. Her eloquent mouth could not utter a single word at this moment. The name of Leman Russ ran rampant in her mind, interfering with the Spider Queen's thoughts and dragging her into memories from not long ago.

Even the departure of the Imperial Guards did not catch Morgan's attention.

She just squatted down slowly in the silence of the Round Table Guards behind her, and stroked the double-headed eagle on the box.

[Leman Russ...]

Morgan whispered, she remembered the protests from Leman Russ's mouth. Weren't those the words she uttered to Leman Russ not long ago on Shrike Star because of the accumulation and eruption of long-term resentment? Even Morgan didn't think there was anything profound about these words. The reason why she chose to vent to Leman Russ was only because the Wolf King knew her true face.

However, I didn't expect...

Morgan felt the box.

After a moment, she laughed.

[You are amazing... Ruth...]

She just smiled, remained silent, and thought for a long and confused time.

Until new footsteps were heard.

That's Conrad.

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"Corax's legions are coming."

Midnight Haunter got straight to the point, and his sister responded.

【understood. 】

Morgan nodded.

[I'll go pack it up now. Do you want to notify Zhuang Sen to come with us...]

"no need."

Conrad snorted.

"He drove me out: Corax decided to face his legions alone."

【? 】

Morgan glanced back.

[Are you kidding?]

"of course not."

Conrad pointed to the marks on his armor from the altercation.

"He is very determined. I think this is because his first meeting with the 19th Legion was definitely not a pleasant one. After all, he once described to me his plan to send a fleet abroad. Although after several discussions, the plan was much milder than the original plan, it would still cause a stir in the legion."

【That’s a bigger problem.】

Morgan frowned.

[Let him push it alone? ]

"Of course not: In fact, Redemption has already sent a fleet."

【I do not know how? 】

"I do not know either."

Midnight Haunter spread his hands.

"It seems that Corax has indeed come up with ideas of his own."

[…That’s all.]

There was a moment of silence, then Morgan sighed.

[Inform your legion to be ready for action at any time: so do my legion. ]

"no problem."