Emperor's Bane

Chapter 612 Popular Characters Return
"To be honest, I am very curious about what this weapon means to you?"

"Mr. Morgan, I remember that since the day you got it, you never really used it. Instead, you kept polishing and refining it. The blood that was shed for this even shocked me. Even in my memory, there is rarely one thing that caused so much unnecessary killing."

"What exactly do you want?"

[The future, Master Trazyn.]

【All we want is the future. 】

The smiling Primarch stood on another mountain of the dead built by her descendants, which was also the sixty-seventh spoils of the Dawnbreaker Legion in the Ullanor War, and greeted her visitors condescendingly: her old friend who she had not seen for a long time, and one of the few people she needed advice from.

[The Endless] Trazyn.

The elder of the Second Legion, Morgan's personal adviser and image director, one of the candidates for the Avalon Senate: holding so many honorary titles still cannot change the current situation of the Undead Overlord who needs to travel every day. He just returned to Avalon from the Triple Star System and Sosa Star Field close to the edge of the Milky Way, but because of a transfer order from Morgan who was far away on the Ullanor front, he had to follow a new batch of transport fleets and travel thousands of miles to the battlefield in the north of the Milky Way.

"You should be considerate of my rusty old bones."

At this point, the Endless's voice processor, which should have been cold and ruthless, actually conveyed a few traces of resentful will: Trazyn may be one of the few Undead Overlords who would work hard on these insignificant issues. When he hides his metal torso and fiber skin under a dark robe, no one will doubt his identity as a pure human being.

This meticulous image director even added a few traces of Avalon's native accent into his voice processor, and deliberately made it sound a little unfamiliar, which is very consistent with the reality that [Terra-born warriors deliberately learned the Avalon accent in order to please their gene mother, but because they became monks halfway, they learned it in a weird way].

Morgan did not comment on this. In fact, she did not like the tone of Avalon very much. After all, the feelings she had for this nominal hometown were not very deep: the Primarch had only stayed there for five or six years in total, and the so-called blood relatives were just a group of puppets manipulated by psychic power. Morgan did not develop any feelings for them.

Before she left Avalon to join the Thousand Sons' expeditionary fleet, the Primarch even ordered her ruling family to start a brutal war that swept the world, causing those relatives who were theoretically related to her by blood to die one by one in this long war, and those who survived by chance suffered from overwork. After Morgan led the legion back and sent the Star Maidens to take over the entire Avalon, they all lived out their last years in a natural way.

Therefore, when the cooperation between the Far Eastern Frontier and the Five Hundred Worlds developed to the point where Guilliman could propose in front of Morgan that Ms. Euton meet with Morgan's adoptive parents to talk about their common hobbies and work experience, the Spider Queen could justifiably tie a piece of white silk around her shoulders, and then sign a few very favorable terms for the Far Eastern Frontier in the hands of Guilliman, who looked guilty.

This would never have been an easy task in the past.

Thinking of this, Morgan's heart, which had been a little depressed due to the long war, finally felt a little happy, allowing her to patiently listen to Taraxin's half-baked accent. The more she listened, the more Morgan felt something was wrong.

【Wait, Trazyn.】

She reached out her hand to stop the Infinite from speaking, then narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully evaluated Trazyn's accent: Morgan had actually noticed this feeling of uneasiness a long time ago, but she had never paid much attention to it before.

Now that I have expanded my thinking, I have found some clues in the chaos.

Moreover, the Endless beside the Primarch do have an advantage that others do not have.

[Can you ask me the same question again using your accent? ]

Trazyn was silent for a moment, but he obeyed without further questions.

[Now, please ask me again in your pure Avalon accent.]

Continue to do so.

[Using Terra's accent again: You should know the current High Gothic language, right? ]

There was no reply, but a standard Highcott greeting said it all.

After saying these three sentences, Morgan's frown gradually relaxed. Only then did the Endless One open his mouth to ask questions.

"is there a problem?"

[No... You should know this too, right? ]

Morgan licked his lips and constructed his thoughts bit by bit in his mind.

[When you just spoke the same sentence in the pure Avalonian accent and Terran High Gothic, didn't you feel that there was some invisible connection between the two? As the best anthropologist in the universe, I think this is not difficult for you.]

The figure under the robe hesitated for a moment, obviously enjoying the compliment: Trazyn's experience was indeed richer than Morgan's. The moment he came to his own conclusion, the Lord of Avalon finally confirmed his idea in his heart.

"…Yes, Morgan."

The Endless nodded.

"While the two accents sound very different now, if you look at their structural pronunciation, they are surprisingly similar: the Avalonian accent is more standard than High Gothic, which is a really interesting discovery."

【More standard? 】

This was beyond Morgan's expectations.

“Some words from experience.”

The Infinite One spread his hands.

"After you reminded me just now, I realized this problem: When I was in the Age of Strife among you humans, I studied your language and pronunciation. I know how to pronounce what you call the most ancient and most standard [High Gothic]."

"Indeed, after the chaos and destruction of the Age of Strife, the Gogoth language of Holy Terra today is a sad degeneration compared to the language of humanity during the Dark Age of Technology or even earlier. This is also true of all human civilizations in the galaxy."

[Including... Avalon? ]

"Do not."

The Endless shook his head, as if searching his own database.

"In fact, Avalon's pronunciation habits remain surprisingly similar to those of humans in the earliest times. This is something that is completely impossible in other human colonies: unless someone manipulated this from the very beginning to keep it highly consistent with the human home planet."

【What's the use of this? 】

Morgan thought for a moment, but could not find any clues to explain the origin of Avalon in this amazing discovery.

"I do not know either."

Trazyn tilted her head and looked further ahead of Morgan.

"Just like I don't know what you want this weapon for."

【I told you: the future.】

The Lord of Avalon took the opportunity to give up further discussion on this topic and instead stuffed it deep into her heart, as one of the countless unfinished projects, just like the Spear of Eros in front of her: pushing forward progress with difficulty in endless trials.

"I heard from them that every time your Dawnbreaker Legion conquers an alien world, it must pile all the alien corpses worthy of recognition at the bottom of this weapon, and then you will perform a certain tempering ceremony: no one in the legion is allowed to watch this ceremony."

[Yes, this tradition has been implemented in the Dawnbreaker Legion for sixty years.]

Morgan nodded.

"Is there any effect?"

[The effect is...]

The spider raised her head: the pure silver spear was taller than her, and it exuded a certain aura that even the Primarch did not want to approach. It was countless extinctions and deaths, and the last sorrow of countless civilizations before they were reduced to ashes. Not only Morgan, but even Trazyn behind him felt a throbbing in his emotional processor that should not have existed.

Morgan carefully held up the approximately four-meter-tall civilization destroyer. Unlike its luxurious name, the appearance of this [Spear of Eros] was quite plain and simple. Although it was made of dazzling bright silver metal, apart from the material, it looked no different from an ordinary spear.

That's right, it's no different from the brutal weapons that were created in the Neolithic and Paleolithic ages and held in the hands of primitive humans to hunt prey, hunt down their own people, or exterminate other tribes of compatriots: the only bright spot is that every time Morgan and the Dawnbreaker pile up mountains of corpses and seas of blood and the death of another civilization in front of it, this god of love will tremble slightly in excitement, greedily enjoying another evil fruit caused by the Empire in the galaxy.

Countless despairs are piled up in it.

Once upon a time, this gluttonous god was sealed in a piece of metal that even Perturabo praised. Morgan once asked Trazyn to identify the metal, and the performance of the Infinite proved the Primarch's guess: the metal was the same material as the remains of the god created by her fallen brother Hedrich.

A fragment called [Star God].

But strangely, after thinking for a moment, Trazyn did not ask to withdraw this threat for his race: in the words of the Endless themselves, the Emperor's hammering had made the metal lose its power. It was no longer the remnant of a god, but just a piece of dead flesh that fell from the god's body.

The fact that it can be eroded by the demise of human civilization is the best proof.

The [divine will] above it has already gone away.

Morgan couldn't understand the words, but she could see the real benefits.

The Spider Queen actually had forgotten which civilization had perished, causing the Spear of Eros before her to be completely separated from the unknown metal, evolving from a [brick] into a genuine [spear]. But after that, Morgan did have a large piece of legendary raw material that she could use as she pleased.

According to the Primarch's estimation, this raw material was enough for her to make a real suit of armor and a real weapon for herself. She was thinking about which brother to entrust this task to, and how to use the remaining raw materials: perhaps she could give it as a gift to other blood brothers, but her offspring seemed to need corresponding strengthening.

Morgan's loyal Knights of the Round Table already have their own weapons that can cut through iron like mud, but the others still have nothing in their hands. But she seems to be able to consider making relevant defensive equipment for the Knights of the Round Table: ideas like this are always drowned in the Spider Queen's vast daily affairs, and since she was sent to the Ullanor front, similar ideas have been quickly shelved.

The only thing Morgan did was to continue refining the Spear of Eros that had just broken out of its shell. This [God] who was even more greedy than her obviously needed more pain to please him: the Spider Queen instinctively realized that the destruction of Ullanor was not enough to satisfy her weapon.

This is quite normal. After all, according to the logic of the green-skinned orcs, they are definitely much less sensitive to extinction than other civilized races: although the huge number of races means that the pain they provide is also sufficient for the Spear of Eros, it is impossible to satisfy this increasingly picky [Eros]. She needs a real feast to complete the final tempering of this weapon.

And then…get rid of it.

but……

At this moment, the Spider Queen and the Wolf God thousands of miles away were in the same dilemma.

In today's galaxy, does such a powerful alien civilization really exist?
Morgan didn't know the answer, but luckily she had a professional behind her.

“It’s not easy to find.”

Trazyn, who was originally looking at the Spear of Eros with an extremely complicated look, was silent for a moment after listening to the Primarch's question, and then slowly walked to Morgan's side: his eyes were always focused on the Spear of Eros, as if awakening his ancient memories.

"It is already very strong, but you, or the Emperor, are still not satisfied?"

【This has nothing to do with me.】

Morgan smiled wryly.

[Believe me, Trazyn, except for the necessary refining, I don't want to take out this weapon at all. Just looking at it is enough to make my hair stand on end: I now understand how Leman Russ felt before. ]

[In addition, you are right. Even at this stage, the Spear of Eros is enough to threaten me. It is a real threat to the life of a Primarch. Even if it cannot kill me, it can cause irreversible and fatal damage to me.]

[I can’t imagine who this weapon will be used against if it is truly refined: there doesn’t seem to be an opponent in the real universe that needs it to go all out, but the only thing I can be sure of is that this weapon has not yet been completely polished. ]

【A grand demise is needed. 】

"Yes."

Trazin nodded.

"But what does this have to do with you?"

"I mean, even if this weapon is forged, it will only be used once. I am not surprised by this because a miracle weapon like this that can only be used once does have the power to change the galaxy with one strike. We, the Deathly Haunters, are the biggest beneficiaries of this."

"And I'm not surprised he chose you as the forger of this weapon."

"I'm just wondering: why are you willing to continue this mission?"

[Sir Tarasim, who told you that I was willing? ]

The Primarch's words were laced with sighs.

[Do you know? In the past few years, I have had many arguments and bargains with my gene father: as long as I can meet him, no matter which task he gives me, I will discuss the ins and outs with him. ]

"Is it useful?"

【Occasionally.】

The primarch pouted.

[But most of the time, I was able to get corresponding compensation. Sometimes the reward at the end would be slightly increased, sometimes I would get corresponding help, and sometimes, he was finally persuaded by me to give up tasks that were not important to him.]

【But there is only this thing. 】

Morgan narrowed her eyes, gazing in awe at the joy of the god of love.

[Only this task, when I tried to bargain with him, my father just gave me a look.]

[Believe me, Trazyn, that's a look you can never imagine.]

[That was an unquestionable look.]

[He didn't say anything, but I never mentioned the same thing again.]

"……Why?"

[Because I have seen that look.]

Morgan took a deep breath and felt her skin tremble, partly because of the fear brought by the past, and partly because of the disgust brought by the long tongue from the warp licking the back of her neck.

[My genetic father once gave me that look: only it wasn’t directed at me that time.]

【Instead, I looked at my blood brother who had been wiped out. 】

【He looks at me.】

【Just like looking at him then. 】

"So, you're afraid?"

The Endless actually laughed.

【This has nothing to do with you.】

Morgan closed his eyes, blocking out the breath behind him in annoyance.

[You just need to tell me whether this galaxy can still provide corresponding destruction. ]

"Yes...indeed."

Trazin nodded.

"However, that place is not in the Milky Way as we know it."

"But I guarantee that it can definitely provide the kind of [Feast of Destruction] you want: If you can destroy that kingdom and completely massacre the civilization within it, then even another Spear of Eros like this one will be enough to nourish it all at once."

[Not in the Milky Way...]

Morgan was no fool, and she immediately understood what Tarasim meant.

【You mean Comoros? 】

"It can't be those arks."

The Endless shook his head.

"It just so happens that I think I can help you find the address of Commorra in the webway. It is also a very happy thing for me to see those Eldar in trouble. The only question is whether you have the strength to do it. After all, they still have some trump cards. The grandeur of Commorra will definitely exceed your expectations. It is expanding rapidly."

【I am more curious about another thing. 】

Morgan withdrew her gaze, and she reached out to pull out the Spear of Eros. The endless icy aura even temporarily dispelled the subspace existence that had been lingering behind her, leaving only pure destruction and death.

"whats the matter?"

[The Comoros you mentioned, as I remember, exists in the Webway. It is not only able to maintain its own stable existence, but also has the most reality access points in the galaxy. Moreover, it can, to some extent, completely shield itself from the influence of the subspace, right? ]

"That's true, but what's the point of asking these questions?"

【you do not know.】

The primarch smiled.

[You have no idea how attractive these few words we just discussed are to a certain golden king on Holy Terra.]

"..."

"I have to remind you that even for us, Comoros is an existence that cannot be easily shaken. This is why we never take action even though we know its location, because it is undoubtedly one of the greatest fortresses in the entire galaxy..."

[Then let it face the greatest conqueror in the entire galaxy. ]

With the Spear of Eros in hand, Morgan's hair dances with destruction.

I am looking forward to this matchup.

(End of this chapter)