Emperor's Bane

Chapter 635: Wonders can ruin the country! Your Majesty!

[Why do you all say that there is a sun in the sky above Comoros? ]

Is this some kind of metaphor?

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For Eldarad, this lunch with the Primarch was a little beyond its control from the moment it began: although the Eldar prophet was not arrogant enough to think that he could control a living demigod, he had already signed his own will before setting up this banquet.

When facing the Emperor's sharpest minions, one must be prepared to die.

Adalad knew this very well.

After all, contrary to the inherent impression in ordinary people's minds, although the existing Eldar in the galaxy, no matter what species, whether they live in Comoros or the wilderness, have more or less inherited the incredible arrogance and prejudice of their imperial ancestors, for these remaining overlords of the past, seeking benefits and avoiding harm is also an instinct in their bones.

What's more, these aliens often have very sharp eyes. They can accurately judge the strengths and weaknesses of the other party relative to their own at the moment of first meeting, and then calmly make a decision: when they are arrogant, they can be arrogant to the sky, and when they are humble, they can make people feel that they are well-educated, elegant in conversation and amiable.

This is not impossible, because even in the ancient empire when the Eldar looked down on the world, this dominant race still had a strictly hierarchical society, which was not much better than the former Necrontyr Empire: even in the era when the Eldar Empire controlled the entire galaxy and material wealth was extremely abundant, slavery was still prevalent in the core ruling areas of the Eldar, and many slaves were even Eldar.

Flattery and fawning are a long-standing and profound art even among the Eldar: especially when the object is a Primarch.

(According to the memories of the future Dark Eldar Overlord Victor, it was a lowly slave that would be sacrificed to the gods in its early years, but fortunately, the time when it was sacrificed just happened to coincide with the awakening of Slaanesh...)
The Eldar, with their sharp and discerning eyes, regard humans as monkeys in the woods and are not afraid to call them so. The Astartes and the Custodes may be able to reach a higher level. After all, these seemingly inferior biologically modified warriors can often create miracles of varying sizes: especially those among them like the Master Chief who does not wear a helmet, has just made a mistake, and can only fight in close combat.

But the Primarchs were different. Even in the eyes of the Eldar, they were demigods, great warriors who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Phoenix Lord. Perhaps there were Eldar who were arrogant enough to think they could be compared with the Primarchs, but after several not-so-intense clashes with the human Empire fleet during the Great Crusade, such remarks gradually disappeared.

Of course, Adalard also had a share of the credit in this: after all, it was he who personally brought several of Comoros's leading figures to the Spider Queen in front of the Yemenga Monolith, and then watched how this heir to the emperor who was not good at close combat turned them all into boiled chicken.

This incident directly led to the entire Dark Eldar tending to avoid the fleets of the Human Empire during the Great Crusade, and only carried out some daily looting in the most marginal corners: by the way, they completely turned Eldar into a mortal enemy.

However, there is no need to tell others about this kind of achievement: especially the person involved.

Eldarad put his left hand behind his back, rubbing his index finger and thumb nervously against each other. The Eldar's innate keen perception made it realize that the Primarch had been out of shape a few seconds ago: Morgan didn't seem to be very interested in the Prophet's words, and was secretly thinking about something in the distant time and space.

But the prophet always felt something was wrong. He spent two seconds thinking about whether to interrupt the Primarch's meditation rashly, until he found a hand on his shoulder: a noble incarnation wearing golden scales, the spokesperson of the God of Laughter himself in the Harlequin Troupe, had unknowingly come to the side of the Eldar prophet and shook his head at it imperceptibly.

Adalard understood everything and shut his mouth obediently.

A few seconds later, before the Dawnbreaker guards behind the Primarch gradually realized that something was wrong, the Spider Queen suddenly woke up from her thoughts. Her eyes were blurred for a moment, and it seemed that she had just completed a long journey. Unknowingly, a strange fragment of the scroll appeared on the right hand side where the fruit peels were originally placed. Adalaad just thought it had been there from the beginning.

It closed its mouth and waited for Morgan to bring up a new topic.

Then, the Primarch mentioned the Black Sun.

"Black Sun?"

The prophet's brow twitched quickly.

Why is she asking this?
Despite this, Aidalad still gave his explanation dutifully.

"Black Sun, literally."

"Above the main city of Comoros, there is a star in its prime. It is called the Wandering Shadow that Tears the Careless. In the sub-cities outside the main city, there are often several dying stars hanging. They are collectively called Irmaya or Black Sun, which are used to provide lighting, energy, and stabilize the space dimension."

【star?】

"That's right: the Eldar Empire dragged these stars into the Webway."

【hiss……】

The Primarch took a breath.

She shook off Aidalad and took silent notes in her mind: How could a Webway center like Comoros hold so many stars?

What is this concept?
You know, even the smallest star in the Milky Way is the size of Saturn in the solar system, and one Saturn is equivalent to more than 830 Holy Terrans.
(These data are taken from reality)
Even though this place is not representative, the scale of the webway is clear.

The Spider Queen had to overturn some of her previous ideas in her heart. She originally thought that the so-called webway was just a passage that could only accommodate giant ships like the Queen of Glory. But she never imagined that the webway would be such a huge product.

Did her dear genetic father really know what kind of project he had contracted?

This kind of thing can no longer even be described as a spectacle: let alone...

The spectacle is misleading the country! His Majesty!

Morgan felt as if every nerve in her brain was rolling on the ground in pain, especially when she thought about the fact that the Emperor not only wanted to repair the Webway, but also to expand it. The only resource he had was a patchwork human empire. As for the relevant technical capabilities...

Ok……

It has the style of ancient sages...

What on earth is wrong with him?

The Primarch rubbed her brows in pain. After a long while, she glanced helplessly at the Eldar prophet across the table: Adalad was shaking the water in the cup, patiently waiting for Morgan to resume the topic. It seemed that it already knew that the Primarch had completed a meeting with a certain god, but had no interest in finding out.

"Then may I ask, has the knowledge I gave you been of any help?"

【Please accept my thanks.】

The Primarch forced a smile, and it was at this moment that the warp fluctuations around her completely subsided, and Xigochi's figure and influence completely left Morgan's body. Noticing this, the Primarch hurriedly erected a high wall in her heart: because a creepy breath was on the way.

It came very quickly.

Everyone was affected.

The Dawnbreakers standing on the outermost periphery were the least affected. They just felt a little itchy on their scalps. Their attention, which had been stretched due to the extreme tension, was suddenly disturbed by an inexplicable confusion. The muzzles of many of their guns even deviated: the hurricane in the subspace ignored these warriors, and they were at most confused in their hearts.

On the other side, the reaction of the Harlequin Troupe was much more intense. Almost everyone clenched their swords. Those who played the characters of Ashun, Khaine Redhand and Isa roared angrily. On the contrary, the one-man show that symbolized Slaanesh himself on the stage took a few steps back in silence and quickly disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

Before the gods standing in the front could react, they were knocked to the ground by the excitement in their souls. Their already gorgeous costumes underwent a morbid fission, degenerating from the colors of gods into foolish whimpers: the originally exquisite formation was broken, and the powerful gods left one after another. Just the aftermath of the Prince of Pleasure's scream was enough to knock down most of the Eldar gods.

Just like before.

But at the same time, the supreme incarnations of the God of Laughter Xigochi himself stood up. They were not only the kings of the clown troupes, but also the extension of the power of the God of Fraud: under their command and silent manipulation, the steps of the clowns quickly returned to normal. They no longer confronted the Dawnbreakers from a distance, but disappeared in the shadows farther away in an orderly but fast manner under the latter's confused gaze.

The various Supreme Avatars were the last to leave, and when they had all left, only the tallest Supreme Avatar was still standing there: the one standing next to Aidalad. It seemed to be completely unaffected, and just quietly helped up the trembling Eldar prophet.

Adalad's condition was the worst, even worse than Morgan herself: after all, the Primarch himself had anticipated this situation, and when she surrendered to the Webway, Morgan instinctively erected a high wall in her heart, deduced the route that the Prince of Pleasure would sweep through, took out the remaining golden flame in her chest, and used it as thumbtacks to sprinkle the space around her feet, and did not forget to knock on the greatsword of the Lord of Mankind: this time the reaction was particularly satisfying.

In comparison, Adalard only sensed a bad breath. Before the psychic prophecy in his mind could be activated, the raging hurricane passed by the prophet's face. This was enough to cause the human fleet in orbit to fall into a brief subspace shock that disabled communications. However, it did not cause much torture to Adalard: because it was directly stunned for a short time.

However, this performance made the Spider Queen look at it with a higher opinion. She originally thought that the Eldar prophet would be seriously injured, but she didn't expect that the Supreme Incarnation possessed by Xi Gaoqi just patted Adalad on the shoulder, and the latter woke up again. There was a rare look of obvious fear on his slender face, and he stared at the invisible field behind Morgan.

It made him fear, hate, and be wary. The melancholy figure was boiling in the sea of ​​the Primarch's soul at this moment: it seemed that if he only shifted his gaze a little, he would absorb the soul of the Eldar prophet into his belly.

Eldalad had never felt so close to death.

It saw it.

The roar of Slaanesh was creating an endless hurricane in the warp. With a loud roar, it pounced towards Morgan's territory, but in front of the blazing golden flames, it stopped with resentment: deep blue veins grew silently from under the feet of the Prince of Pleasure, and soon entangled its sensitivity, followed by a raging rage that shook the entire Silver Tower.

At this moment, the Prince of Pleasure was like a wounded beast, rolling, running, and roaring in the wilderness. The vibrating breath even made the hair at the sideburns of the Primarch vibrate as if floating in the wind: Morgan reached out to touch it, only to feel a chill on the back of her neck. She reluctantly let her fingertips be stained with some golden blood to temporarily restore the temperature.

The breath of Slaanesh only pushed the Primarch closer to the Emperor. This struggle lasted for several minutes until the Prince of Pleasure came to his senses and suddenly realized that his brothers and sisters were taking advantage of his distraction to once again reach out their tentacles to the ground at the foot of the Silver Palace. He then reluctantly retreated: But despite this, taking advantage of this crisis, the breath of Slaanesh was getting closer and closer to Morgan.

It was no longer satisfied with her hair, shoulders, or even neck. Morgan only felt that the evil god's breath was like cold fingers, flowing down her collarbone and caressing the undulating white hills. Although this feeling was fleeting, it still made the Spider Queen feel very bad.

It is...

“He is near your heart.”

Just as Morgan was lost in thought, Adalad, who had recovered, suddenly interrupted.

"Mark my words."

"In the world of the soul, the heart is the only thing that is irreplaceable."

"He can tear a man into pieces, or he can unite two wills into one."

The Primarch did not speak. She tilted her head and rubbed her earlobe against her shoulder to ease the cold feeling after the evil god left. Morgan noticed that Adala's pupils were now glowing with a strange light gold color. This color made her look at the Supreme Incarnation next to her. Xi Gaoqi's smile was revealed to her through his pupils.

“Remember my words: Always protect your heart.”

"Protect your heart."

"If all else fails: don't forget the little gift I gave you."

"You'll need it."

"That's..."

"What a great joke."

【…】

【Thanks for the reminder.】

Morgan nodded woodenly. It might take her some time to fully recover from the Prince of Pleasure's rampage. After making sure that the Primarch had really listened, Xigochi's follower nodded imperceptibly, turned and walked towards the distant ruins. It was not until its figure completely disappeared that Adaladh in front of him suddenly raised his head.

Its confusion was fleeting, replaced by a helpless sigh.

"Now, I am sure that my decision to come here alone was the right one."

【Your fellow clowns left less than a minute ago.】

"They are not my friends."

"We're just passing through."

"If the gods hadn't spoken, I wouldn't want to walk side by side with them."

[Do you respect Xi Gaoqi very much? ]

"This has nothing to do with respect or love. This is a compromise with reality: no matter what I personally think, Xi Gaoqi is the only extraordinary power we can rely on now: although the Ark prefers to rely on Kane's remains, its performance..."

"Um……"

The Prophet fell into an awkward silence.

"Besides, the God of Laughter occasionally protects my actions."

[I can understand that.]

Morgan laughed, trying his best to repair his mood.

【You can be considered His believer. 】

"..."

[So, are you old acquaintances? ]

"Not really. I am just a young junior in my race, and Xi Gaoqi's authority over the spirit race was established long before the Heaven. He has protected some of us for generations, and there is even an altar to Him in Comoros."

“Although it’s worn out, it’s still usable.”

【Is it? 】

Morgan rubbed his cheek.

[Then should I remind my genetic father to avoid this altar during special military movements, so as not to provoke the wrath of a god: although for us, such wrath is already a debt that is not a burden.]

"I don't think it's necessary."

Eldalard shook his head.

"First of all, Xigoqi will not fall into anger because of such an offense."

"Secondly..."

"My old friend is quite familiar with Comoros. After all, I have been his tour guide several times, and he has also taken several self-driving tours there. Although it has been a long time since we went there, and the topography of Comoros has indeed changed a lot, he should not have gone the wrong way."

【……ah? 】

【Guide?】

"Yes."

There was nostalgia in Adalad's tone.

"At that time, you humans had not yet fallen into the war that destroyed you, and our friendship had just begun. I took him to visit some of my other old friends in Comoros. We drank together on the highest spire to celebrate your father's passing of the Haemolect graduation defense. He used the scholarship he received from publishing his thesis to complete the rest of his trip to Comoros."

【…】

"I heard that he killed people and stole treasures at the docks in the lower city, participated in various auctions with bad reputations, and won hundreds of games in the Wuling Cult's arena. He became the protagonist of the entire arena in the first half of the night, but his personal second half of the night was booked by the beauty pageant champion of that year. However, people have never seen that beauty pageant champion again."

"Oh……"

"She should have died happily."

【…】

Morgan...

Morgan was speechless.

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Supplement: I have adjusted myself in the past two days and will start writing about the meeting tomorrow.

Let me think about how to write this super large group drama. It seems that GW itself does not dare to write such an explosive scene with an emperor, more than a dozen primarchs and more supporting roles...

(End of this chapter)