Emperor's Bane

Chapter 631: Luncheon of the Spiritual Tribe

Chapter 631: Luncheon of the Spiritual Tribe (Part ) (There will be another update later)
After the scolding, only silence remained.

Everyone was stunned.

The Spider Queen's steps were beyond the expectations of everyone present.

No one, whether the people of the Far Eastern Frontier or the plunderers who came and went without a trace, could have imagined that the Lord of Dawn, who was suffering on the front line of Ullanor just a few weeks ago, would cross half of the galaxy at such a fast speed and return to her silver throne: the Queen of Avalon had returned like lightning.

But for Morgan himself, all this was normal. Although the sudden attack of the Eldar and the appearance of [Xigochi] did surprise the Spider Queen, that was all. The shock it brought to the Primarch was not even as great as a phone call from the Lord of Mankind late at night.

After all, in response to the Emperor's communication, the Spider Queen had to get up from her bed and rummage around sleepily for her Speedy Heart Pills and nitroglycerin. If she couldn't find them because the room had just been cleaned during the day, Morgan would have to wake up Virgo, who was sleeping next to her, and ask her to help look for them.

(Nitroglycerin: one of the most common medications used for hypertensive emergencies.)
But when facing a genuine god of laughter and a clown troupe known for its elite, the situation was much more calm: after receiving the news, the Primarch was only stunned for a moment, and then she thought about how to deal with this emergency, and everything was as stable as she had imagined.

There was no need for Morgan to make further arrangements. Avalon's own military strength and emergency response mechanism were enough to repel the seemingly powerful Eldar invasion army. The only two remaining ones were no longer a big deal. Moreover, if the existence of Xigochi was true, it was indeed not something that conventional military forces could resist.

While receiving the information, the Primarch accelerated his return to her throne world for support: Morgan led the main force of the Legion to evacuate this most glorious battlefield of the Great Crusade just a few days after the Battle of Ullanor, because the Spider Queen believed that she had fulfilled her responsibility. Although the remaining military forces of the Greenskin Empire would require at least several legions and a whole year to gradually eliminate them, that was no longer the job of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

As for the Warmaster Ceremony and Conference that everyone will participate in, it looks like we'll have to wait about another year: for some reason that even Morgan couldn't understand, the Emperor insisted on holding the Warmaster's ceremony and the subsequent conference at the old site of Ullanor, which meant that the construction of the relevant venues could only begin after Horus led his army to completely wipe out the remnants of the Orc Empire.

But it was also a good thing: this gave the Spider Queen the opportunity to collude with others. Countless letters were sent from the Aurora, waiting for the day of the Warmaster Ceremony to arrive.

Before that, the Spider Queen had no interest in wasting time on that construction site: although if she returned to Avalon, she would soon have to rush to Ullanor again, but Morgan preferred it to be so: the Dawnbreaker Legion had never had the practice of keeping its main force away from the Far Eastern border for a long time, and she did not intend to make an exception, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

In contrast, the Eldar attack gave the Primarch another necessary reason to return home.

Morgan was very quick: she learned of the Eldar intrusion on the Core World at the westernmost end of the Far Eastern Frontier, and it took her only fifteen Terran days to get back to the battlefield on Avalon and block the Xigochi from setting foot on her land again: the advancement of psychic technology played a great role during this period.

After the Primarch's return, the situation became much simpler: although Morgan had to leave the main force of the Dawnbreakers behind due to the hasty schedule, she still mobilized enough powerful forces for herself. In the third minute of the Primarch's confrontation with Higginson, the majestic shadow of the Glory of Humanity covered the sky above the agricultural satellite world where they were, followed by Conrad and his fleet who had just emerged from Mandeville Point.

With such power in hand, the atmosphere became harmonious. Morgan was sure that Xigoqi could not do anything to her, and she really could not keep the Eldar God: although it was a piece of cake for the Spider Queen to remove the horn that Xigoqi used for possession, Morgan really had no interest in fighting against this guy who didn't even have a soul.

She was more curious.

What on earth was the reason that made the Harlequin Troupe, which had always kept its distance from her, dare to tease her: and more importantly, it seemed that the Emperor had known about this for a long time and even condoned the aliens' actions to some extent?
What is their purpose?

What is his purpose?

With this thought in mind, Morgan confronted the tall shadow standing behind the clown: Xigoqi did not hide his thoughts at all, and the power he invested was so strong that even a mortal like old Elvin could vaguely see the true body of the God of Laughter. For Morgan, it was as dazzling as a star.

The Primarch and the god exchanged greetings in the invisible realm in the fast and elegant Eldar language. Their conversation lasted for two minutes, and then the mission was accomplished: the Harlequin Troupe's invasion of Avalon was completely eradicated from then on, and the Primarch declared the victory of the military operation and then threw the Harlequin into the void.

Someone will take care of it.

Amid the somewhat dazed cheers of the defenders, Morgan quickly dealt with the chaos in Avalon caused by the invasion of the Eldar: when the first legion fleet arrived in hot pursuit of her, the Spider Queen had already restored her kingdom to its former tranquility and made up for every loophole and weakness exposed in this war. After ensuring all this, she ignited the fleet and led them to disappear into Mandeville Point.

Conrad was left behind to temporarily sit on the throne of Avalon for Morgan.

Morgan himself came to an uninhabited and nameless galaxy.

Someone was waiting for her here.

A man, and a god.

She hoped these two guys could tell her something useful.

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"Of course we will."

As an opening statement, this sentence seems a bit strange, but considering that the person standing in front of you is a prophet from the Ark Eldar: such words are frank and touching.

At least it's not a riddle.

The Primarch smiled, rubbing her boots on the soft grass, feeling the sunlight shining gently on her shoulders through the gaps in the dense forest, and the rustling sound and natural breath brought by the breeze: the only flaw was that this natural breath was mixed with a few traces of alien stench.

Of course, the Ark Eldar were a race that was very careful about their own cleanliness, and they certainly wouldn't emit any foul odor, but for Morgan, any non-human race would make her feel nauseous from the bottom of her heart: Morgan was more sensitive to this than any other Primarch, even higher than Mortarion and Fulgrim.

Now, she was in a Shura field that looked like a sea of blood and corpses.

The place is picturesque with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but it makes the Primarch feel cold, because there are Eldar everywhere: the leader they respect is obviously Xi Gaoqi who has not yet made an official appearance, and Aidalad who always sits in front of Morgan.

The Primarch locked his eyes on it, confirming the power of this Eldar prophet: it was this man's psychic information that guided Morgan to set out from the Avalon starport, cross several star regions, and arrive at this green primitive world. This place belongs to the territory of the Far Eastern Frontier, but has never been truly valued. Although the flag of the Human Empire was raised as early as seventy years ago, it has not even had a name until today.

It's as if it had been forgotten.

The Avalon fleet stayed in the low-Earth orbit of the primitive world, but they did not find the Eldar ships in the galaxy: after judging the number of the other side through the auspex, the Primarch carefully selected the entourage, and Morgan finally brought three Round Table Guards and half a company, leaving more people on the battleship.

Rana was also among those who stayed behind.

The Primarch used psychic power to lead her children directly to the surface to avoid being ambushed by the Eldar troops halfway: their destination was an ancient relic that seemed to have been abandoned for tens of millions of years. The towering ancient sculptures were swallowed up by the dense and wild jungle, and slowly died in a deathly silence.

That's right, this vibrant world did not have any animals. The ground was full of plants that the Primarch could not recognize. The only breath of life came from the ruins before them: the Eldar were waiting for them in the lobby of the ruins. There was no need for any guidance because the straight-line distance between the two groups was less than two hundred meters.

Morgan immediately saw the long ivory table and chairs, as well as the dazzling array of plates on it: the dining table was large enough to seat all of them, but only Adalad was seated on the Eldar side: except for him, the other Eldar present were all clowns in the troupe, and they were either squatting or standing on the tall ruins of the ruins, as if waiting for something.

The Primarch heard the sound of the Round Table Guards beside her tightening their sword hilts.

Morgan smiled, her eyes lazily looking at those grinning mouths: the Supreme Incarnation, the Supreme War Witch, the Monarch, the Troupe Master, the Mime Master and the Shadow Prophet. It can be said that all the respectable positions in the Harlequin Troupe have been listed here, but for the Primarch, it only requires one more glance.

When Morgan took a step and reached the dining table in just one step, both Adalaad and all the clowns were visibly stunned: these old creatures who may have lived for tens of thousands of years did not keep up with the steps of the Emperor's painstaking creation.

[So, you are the protagonist? ]

Morgan did not sit down immediately, but smiled at her host. The Primarch rested his hands on the chair and the table, looking at the Ark Eldar in front of him who was wearing a dark robe and a bronze tall helmet. He always felt that the aura on his body was very familiar.

Where did you smell this...

It probably wasn't in her stomach: there was no way she couldn't remember such a powerful collection.

"Aidalad." The Eldar nodded. Although he did not stand up to greet him, his etiquette was quite considerate. What came out of his mouth was standard Terran language, and his voice was as refreshing as an opera. The last person who made Morgan feel this way was her genetic father. These former overlords really have some tricks.

【You didn't answer my question.】

The Primarch kept smiling as the Dawnbreakers pressed forward behind her, trying their best to get closer to their mother without starting a war right away: the three Primarch's guards in the lead nervously stared at the Harlequins occupying various commanding heights, the numbers of both sides seemed equal, and facing so many Harlequins, even the most elite Astartes warriors were not sure if they could gain the upper hand in the battle.

“It was I who sent the invitation.”

Adalad was very calm.

"But I dare not claim to be the master of this place."

After saying this, the Eldar prophet made a gesture of great respect, and directed Morgan to look at a small carving beside the dining table: the carving was of the Eldar God of Laughter, Xigochi. Although it looked ordinary and even a little crude, the Primarch was fascinated by it.

Because through this statue, Morgan could clearly feel that ever since she came to this world and stepped into this place, the gaze and breath of the Prince of Pleasure that lingered behind her all day long had dimmed a lot without her noticing.

It was not until this moment that Morgan truly valued this Laughing God in her heart. He had done what even her genetic father could not do: temporarily obscure the gaze of a Chaos God and weaken its influence on the individual to the extreme.

It looks like...

He is truly a God.

Tsk... God...

“This is His power.”

Aidalad explained.

"Although I can't fight it, I can deceive it and make it lose itself in the dimension for a moment."

【Can it only be temporary?】

"There is no party that will never end, and no joy that will never end."

【interesting. 】

The Primarch nodded, and after feeling that the sight behind him had indeed disappeared and was not some so-called optical illusion, Morgan sat down on the chair calmly: With this action, both the Astartes warriors and the elite of the Harlequin Troupe breathed a sigh of relief silently and slightly lowered their blades.

"At least there's something to talk about."

Someone was whispering, but no one dared to speak: the Dawnbreakers were wary of the Harlequin Troupe's powerful fighting ability, while the Harlequins recalled the lazy glance that almost swallowed them up when the Spider Queen just walked out of her psychic teleportation array.

Even Adalar's back was soaked with sweat because of the Primarch's unintentional glance.

For the next minute, neither side spoke. The Primarch and the Eldar Prophet just observed each other in silence, while the two armies behind them took their own actions: some people in the Harlequin Troupe slowly retreated, and about half of them didn't know what to do. The Dawnbreakers seemed to be scattered, but they were quietly looking for the most powerful position for themselves to attack. The Astartes always had one hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Your offspring are alert."

[It’s human nature: they only relax a little when they are with their friends.]

"We're certainly not friends, but we can sit down and talk."

【For now only.】

The primarch smiled.

[But you have to tell me first: what do you plan to talk to me about? ]

[If it's not satisfactory, I'd better take a look at the menu for this lunch. ]

【Because they all run away. 】

"..."

Aidalad was silent for a moment.

Then it took a deep breath.

"I want to talk to you about... fate."