Emperor's Bane

Chapter 62 Father

She came from the sorrowful tide of thousands of souls.

Towards a more distant, miserable and lonely future.

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Morgan blinked.

Blinked again.

Then blinked again...

Finally, the too bright golden light finally moved away from her pupils and field of vision, like a star slowly moving away, it disappeared on the edge of the memory kingdom.

Morgan stared at it, and every time her eyes flicked across the sharp, dazzling light, her spine would involuntarily shudder.

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She loathes it.

Or rather, fear.

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She knew what the silent figure and the unhesitating movement meant: sacrifice, selflessness, the indiscriminate rays of the cold sun.

But she also knew that that sacrifice, that selflessness, that light did not belong to her.

Does not belong to anyone.

Morgan found that she was witnessing a rather distorted and strong will, witnessing a strange reality that was enough to plunge her thinking into endless confusion.

The icy sun overlooks and shines on all the people in the name of selflessness, but it also mercilessly allows those unfortunates to burn out under his blazing heat, as if His mercy is only shrouded in a vain word, not Every fresh life represented by this title.

This ruthless sun wheel wasted the lives of his loved ones recklessly, and built a crazy great cause with faith, despicableness and slaughter. This great cause exists and operates only for him alone, but he sincerely longs for all The ignorant can have it.

Morgan couldn't tell for a moment: whether this was ridiculously noble selflessness, or despicable selfishness to the extreme.

He stepped into the game in the name of a race, and the bet was the rest of his eternal life that he could have rested in peace.

How selfless.

He made great achievements with the obedience of countless people, but he was so arrogant that he only allowed himself to control everything.

How selfish.

……

【arrogant】

Morgan spit out this evaluation lightly, but she soon realized that such a simple word could not explain all this at all, and she began to think, and experienced the pain necessary for thinking.

But soon, she realized that now is not a good time to think about this issue.

So she put the scene on the shelf.

Instinct told her that sooner or later she would use what she had just witnessed.

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After all, although she was full of awe and fear towards that golden back, it didn't mean that she didn't have the courage to confront him.

It's just that now, the time has not come.

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When Hector heard that sigh, he actually sighed quietly inwardly too.

He walked on a dead land, leaning on the world-swallowing Persian cat lady on his left shoulder, and clutching the dark green phase sword in his right hand: although he hadn't wielded it for a while.

In fact, it wasn't because of the lack of enemies. As their footsteps gradually penetrated into the real core area of ​​the battle moon, the automatic sensing system in Hector's helmet never stopped screaming.

All kinds of distorted aliens rushed towards them, but even the strongest and most fearless among them could only vaguely appear at the end of Hector's field of vision, and then screamed suddenly. He fell down with a groan, and turned into the lady's chewing and slightly satisfied sighs.

Even those untouchables didn't change the situation: Morgan just blew a light breeze, and in an instant, it became a destructive storm wrapped in stones and metal, sweeping towards the end of the field of vision.

Then, the fragmented bodies of those untouchables would spread in every corner, telling Hector the power of the real top psykers.

Looking at such a scene, seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood one after another, Hector was not shocked, confused, sighed, or surprised.

These Qing Xu had been squandered by him as early as the previous few Terra standards.

Now, looking at this natural disaster-like scene, Hector's face is only numb, endlessly numb.

He is like a clock that has been wound up, moving towards the goal in his mind with the most steady steps, and at the same time trying to make his movements and steps match the sound of breathing on his left shoulder, which is what he can do now The only thing to do.

After going forward repeatedly like this for an unknown amount of time, Hector even felt that his spirit had entered a rather relaxed state, and he was even able to raise his head and look at the stars above his head.

They are bright red.

It was exactly the same as the day he left his hometown.

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Hector came from Priam, an unremarkable feudal world. It was not too far from the holy Terra, but because of its remote location, it has not been valued by the high-level people of the human empire for a long time.

Until one day, an imperial warship docked above the world.

That year, Hector was ten years old, already a royal heir who could gallop and hunt alone.

He is one of the king's eight heirs, and his matriarchal line is not too noble, but he was born quite strong and tall. By the time he was ten years old, his size and strength were almost the same as those of his biological father's most powerful knights. Now, put on the armor, enough to distinguish the real one from the real one.

This god-given power makes him the pride, god and future of the royal family. When his brothers and sisters are still learning the rigid etiquette and conversation in the courtyard, he can be tough and brave in the royal hunting forest. while away a day's time at will.

Until that day, the huge shadow swept across the royal forest and gardens, shrouding the entire palace in shadow and anxiety.

Hector saw those tall silver-armored warriors coming out of the huge iron bird, and his biological father knelt at their feet, speaking softly, like a most respectful royal servant.

He could hear sighs of relief in everyone's throats when the warriors claimed they hadn't come for the [tax].

But soon, these extraterrestrial visitors who abide by etiquette explained their requirements.

They want [blood].

The new blood of the Legion.

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Hecht was picked almost immediately.

The leading soldier looked at his nearly two-meter-high height and heard his age, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then nodded.

And just like that, he was chosen.

He could vaguely see the stiff smile of his biological father, and the soft crying of his biological mother hiding in the crowd.

The selection continued for another period of time, and every young child in the capital was required to participate. They walked into the temporary house one by one, and most of them came out soon, returning to their original lives Among them, only a few people stayed there, and most of them only stayed for a few more days.

After another period of time, those silver-armored warriors who went to various parts of the kingdom came back one after another. Some of them were empty-handed, and some were followed by one or two strong young children. Hector also met at that time. Salieri: He followed behind a [elegant] warrior holding a staff, exuding uncontrollable and strange surprises all over him. People said that it was witchcraft.

But Hector didn't have the energy to take care of all this, because since he became the only chosen prince, the rest of his time was almost locked in the training ground by his biological father, the best knights and veterans He was carefully selected to practice against him day and night, and even his father himself would join in. They wielded their swords quite fiercely, as if this was a real life-and-death fight.

And during the remaining rest time, he had to stay with his biological mother again, vaguely, he no longer remembered the situation at that time, only remembered that the tears of his biological mother were like a gurgling stream, on his forehead and shoulders. dripping.

She always hugged him without saying a word. Whenever she wanted to say something, she would be replaced by endless whimpering and sobbing. She would caress those scars distressedly, but never complained about it.

It went on like this for a while, maybe a Terran month or two, until the last of the silver armored warriors returned to the capital.

That night was the final training session.

When Hector came to the training ground, he was surprised to find that the knights and veterans were gone, and his father was standing alone in the center of the training ground, looking at a statue on the square: that is the family's Honor tells how generations of kings in the family created a unified great cause with unyielding and cunning.

"They always say I'm the worst king of the generation."

"In the 300-year rule, I am the only one who has chosen to bow down to foreign enemies. I am willing to pay high taxes, and I am unwilling to use swords and blood to defend the ancient glory, the independence of the country, and the glory of the ancestors."

"Those idiots, what do they know..."

"When I see how those fleets cover the sky, that's all I can do."

"I used to think that such a choice would keep me, or at least my family, away from war."

"War is never a good thing."

"But now, here they are, and they're going to take you away."

"Those angels of death..."

The king sighed, and he seemed to want to say something more, but finally he raised his sword.

"The last time."

he said.

Thus, under the scarlet starry sky, the father and son launched another fight that was infinitely closer to reality.

They confronted and confronted each other until the bright moon hung high in the sky.

The king stopped suddenly, with his head bowed, and he casually threw the sword aside.

"That's it... go to rest..."

"Tomorrow, you are leaving. Now, go and accompany your mother."

He waved his hand, and the crimson stars made his shadow shine.

"I'm not a good father, frankly, I can't even name each of your brothers, enough time has been wasted on me, and I can only train with you...but what I actually I can't teach you."

"I'm not a knight, I'm not a sage, and I'm not a general or marshal. I'm just a king..."

He sighed and turned around slowly.

Hector stopped his biological father and asked him questions these days.

"Effect? ​​The effect of training?"

The King laughed. He seemed instinctively tempted to speak at length, but in the end, he just scrambled together a few sentences.

"It's nothing."

"It's useless..."

"If you talk about the purpose."

"Probably, I want you to live."

"Even if there is one more possibility..."

He still wanted to say something, but he no longer had the confidence.

In the end, Hector watched his biological father cover his face with the old palm, hunched over, and disappeared into the darkness little by little.

After a long time.

He raised his head.

Only the scarlet stars were seen.

(End of this chapter)