Emperor's Bane

Chapter 657: Various Forms of Primarch

In fact, Morgan had realized one thing a long time ago.

That is: she is completely different from most, or even all, of her blood brothers. There has always been a sad barrier between them, which clearly divides the Spider Queen's figure from the Primarch's large family lineage into two parts.

This difference is irreversible and will appear on the surface of the body: don't get me wrong, it's not a physiological difference like riding a dragon in the sky or breathing in the heaven and earth, but it's a difference hidden deep in the soul, a contradiction based on genetic instinct.

After all, with Morgan's current knowledge of psychic theory and practical operation level, although he can't do it like the Lord of Mankind, showing his golden light all over the galaxy, occasionally pooping out big lumps in the subspace, or playing "I am not a god" over and over again at the end of time where even gods can't survive easily.

But to cross the fragile red line of human physiology, to reverse the genetic code of millions of years, to transform oneself into another form or even another appearance, has never been a difficult thing for Morgan: she has tried it many times, transforming her appearance into all kinds of interesting skins.

This is not difficult: although the Lord of Avalon still has no way to change his chaotic inner physiological structure, his external eyebrows and hair color are too easy to change. Morgan once tried to transform herself into a mortal little girl with black twin ponytails, walking around in front of her most sensitive offspring, such as Lana or Bayar, but was never exposed by any of them.

And then? Then, Lana and the others took him to the guard room as if he was a lost child...

[Ahem. 】

And her blood descendants, the star maids of various forms, all derived their appearances from this, from the Spider Queen's several attempts to change their appearances. Their expressions all have the shadows that Morgan can change: Virgo may be the only exception among many sisters, and this is one of the reasons why Morgan favors this eldest daughter.

They were the same, Virgo was once a mortal, so many of her concepts and instincts were different from those of her subsequent sisters created by Morgan, and the emotions that evolved were also more intense: even Corax could see this.

The same is true for Morgan: no matter what the reason, the Spider Queen and her brothers are different. This difference often brings her a completely different perspective from most of the Primarchs, forcing her to stand on the minority point of view.

To put it in a positive way, this unique family status, coupled with Morgan's calm personality, made her the one who was most able to stick to her original intention among all the Emperor's children: when the Primarchs were obsessed with the same point of view because of their more or less brotherly blood, Morgan could always provide another perspective, another voice, and another choice.

They may not always be correct, but there is a high probability that they will open up new ideas and avoid confrontation in the original deadlock: whether in dealing with those difficult brothers or mediating the numerous conflicts between the primarchs, this new route is Morgan's secret weapon to avoid leading the topic to a dead end, so that a conversation can always go on with bumps.

In this case: there is hope.

And there is no doubt that this kind of beneficial eccentricity is needed by many people.

So, at worst...

[Is this the reason why you kept me, your only daughter, by your side as your little secretary while you met your beloved sons? ]

+You really can't talk. +
In a dimension that even Magnus could not perceive, the Emperor's laughter seemed to come from the distant mountains: this was a communication channel that belonged only to the Lord of Mankind and his daughter. Every chat record between father and daughter could make at least one Primarch begin to doubt his life.

+ Can't I make it up to my only daughter in front of everyone? Get more honor for her: Horus will never hate this kind of thing. +
[By putting me on the opposite side of all my brothers? ]

[Give this honor to Horus: it depends on whether he wants it or not.]

Even Morgan herself couldn't tell which element was dominant in her tone: indignation? helplessness? resentment? or self-abandonment? It seemed to be all of them, but it also seemed to be none of them.

The genetic father who is accustomed to showing off in front of others and carefully hiding his true face in the darkest corner under the mask of personality, or who has already thrown it into the long flow of time and let all his sincerity turn into ashes at his fingertips, and the only daughter who has a thousand faces, whose heart is infinitely distorted by countless faces and endless greed, and is constantly torn and fused between his innate divinity and the mundane nature: perhaps, this state of getting along that mixes thousands of emotions, love and hatred, and has long been unable to distinguish between each other, is the final destination they have chosen together.

The Emperor and Morgan had more or less a tacit understanding on this matter, but this did not affect their apparently bad relationship: just as Morgan knew very well how difficult the mission her genetic father was carrying out, every time she was dragged into another unprepared battle by the Emperor, the Spider Queen still did not mind scolding her genetic father.

Then stand next to him.

Of course, there are times when the Spider Queen still wants to escape, especially when the battle situation ahead is inevitably too shocking: for example, standing side by side with the Emperor, waiting for the eighteen Primarchs in front of her to come up one by one for an individual audience.

Not to mention that he was so respected, even the look in Jonson's eyes was a little more curious, not to mention that the gazes of at least a thousand Guardsmen present were directed at Morgan, which were fundamentally different from those directed at other Primarchs. Let's just talk about one small detail.

The Emperor did not come to the ground. He stopped halfway and stood on the rear cargo door of the shuttle. The Primarchs could only meet him on the ground: there was no problem with the Lord of Mankind, but Morgan, who was forced to be on the same level as the Emperor, was particularly obvious, and was a head taller than each of her brothers.

Not even on the same level.

Now, even Guilliman and Vulkan's looks seemed a little strange.

【…】

At this moment, Morgan suddenly understood the retro trendy word that was always on the lips of her brother Conrad: public execution.

Did she offend this old bastard around her again recently?
The Spider Queen tried her best to maintain the smile on her face, while at the same time holding down her right hand, in order to avoid performing an assassination attempt in public. After all, there were too many witnesses and the success rate was not high: what's more, the Emperor was holding her fate by the scruff of the neck at this time.

Although from the outside, Morgan and her father maintained a distance of about one meter between king and subject, but in the warp realm that the primarchs could not see, the light golden reins bit the primarch's wrist like a snake, and ran along the slender body to the shoulder and neck, and finally like a rope, firmly bound the Spider Queen's jaw, making her unable to move.

The Lord of Mankind only needed to lightly hook his finger, and Morgan's soul would have to stay by his side: otherwise, the Spider Queen would have found hundreds of ways to sneak into the group of Primarchs below.

As for Slaanesh?

Slaanesh was watching not far away: He seemed quite happy, with four completely different laughs shrouded in a lavender cloud.

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Chaos is garbage!

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The Primarch gnashed her teeth inwardly. She knew very well that the Emperor had heard these words, because the corners of the Lord of Mankind's mouth visibly rose slightly, and he waved in greeting, as if the joy came from his long-lost children in front of him: at least two-thirds of the Primarchs responded to him, but there were also a few who had no reaction to the Emperor's infectiousness.

The interesting thing is that these people looked at Morgan with the most indifferent eyes, and even had a bit of pity and inquiry: Chagatai Khan was the most obvious one. When he saw Morgan and the emperor walking down side by side, the Khan had no reaction at all.

But when the Khan's warp instinct made him realize that Morgan was most likely forced to stay by the Emperor's side, the Khan's brows frowned rapidly, and there was a hint of disapproval in his eyes when he glanced towards the Lord of Mankind.

But that was all. The Khan had no intention of intervening. He turned his gaze to the guards nearby. He was full of interest in these famous warriors. Sanguinius did the same as him. Although the Archangel of Baal stood in the crowd with the crowd, seemingly looking at the Emperor and Morgan, it was clear from the Spider Queen's perspective that Sanguinius's vision had already wandered.

Morgan could not believe that the Emperor could not see through Sanguinius's indifference.

In fact, when she was forced to stay at the level of the Emperor, the Spider Queen panicked instinctively at first, but soon she had to calm herself down and began to think around, looking for benefits for herself: after all, she couldn't take the brunt of the eyes of so many Primarchs and Guards in vain, right?

And she soon discovered the benefits.

Just like what Morgan always heard from students and teachers when he was peeping into the mortal lives of the Aurora: If you stand on the podium, you will know that the little movements under the desks are actually meaningless, and a proper height will make all secrets disappear.

Morgan is like this now:
The Spider Queen had never thought that things would be so simple. She was only allowed to stand with the Emperor two to three meters higher than the other Primarchs, yet she could easily see through the hearts of everyone below: Now, all the Primarchs were looking up at them, and no matter what they hid in their hearts, the drifting eyes and the micro-expressions on their faces would never escape Morgan's keen sight.

Is this the Emperor's perspective?
The Spider Queen, who was inwardly amazed, did not notice the smile in the Emperor's eyes. She was completely immersed in her new discovery, immersed in the true feelings revealed by the Primarchs for a moment: because it was so rich, the eighteen Primarchs were divided into eighteen states.

Some people are the most innocent, like Guilliman or Vulkan, they stare straight at the faces of the Emperor and Morgan, with no other distracting thoughts in their eyes, but there are some differences in the details: Guilliman seems to be thinking about some deeper issues, his eyes are scattered, more focused on the Emperor, and he seems to have some fear of the Lord of Mankind.

Vulkan was much simpler: he looked at Morgan with concern, then turned his gaze to the Emperor. The Lord of Fire Dragons might not be aware of the situation in front of him, but he could feel that the Emperor's actions were inappropriate, but Vulkan could not help at all, and could only let his heart be burned by his noble sense of morality. And some people, their eyes were also very simple, but they added some changes out of thin air: Khan and Sanguinius needless to say, they were like two restrained wild horses, the majesty of the Emperor could not hold their free and undisciplined souls, and Ferrus's condition was not much better. When his eyes swept across Morgan's face, he quickly frowned, but soon returned to normal, quietly waiting for his turn.

Morgan didn't know this brother very well, she had only heard of his strength and impulsiveness: but at least in the moment just now, she felt Gorgon's iron-like kindness, and there was a hot heart under his open-minded face.

Reliable, but also boring.

Fulgrim, who put his hand on Ferrus' shoulder, was more interesting: at the beginning, he was almost exactly the same as Ferrus, first pecking Morgan's face with a suspicious look, and at the same time intentionally or unintentionally stroking the Emperor's Eagle on his chest, but Phoenix adjusted his mentality faster, and he almost recalled the details of his interactions with the Spider Queen in the next moment, and then, he judged Morgan's innocence on his own.

Because he didn't believe that the sister in his memory would be such a stupid person.

So, Phoenix changed his attitude and blinked happily at Morgan. There was understanding in his eyes, but also a few traces of harmless sarcasm. He put his lips close to Ferrus' earlobe, just like a spectator.

However: he didn't pay much attention to the emperor's direction from beginning to end.

Staying beside the Phoenix were Morgan's most trusted blood brothers, and their performance did not exceed the Spider Queen's expectations: Zhuangsen was just simply curious, and he should be more concerned about the reason why the Emperor was looking for Morgan rather than overstepping his authority; Corax was hiding at the outermost edge of the team, and was indifferent to everything that happened before his eyes. Compared to the problems of Morgan and the Emperor, the Raven King was more concerned about why most of the Primarchs present were exhibiting such strange states.

This made the Crow King very uncomfortable: such a natural and strict system that no one could question?
As for Conrad: the boy was beside Jonson, and slowly turned around so that Morgan could see the cloak behind him: the cloak was decorated with a complete anatomy of the Primarch's internal organs.

Morgan wasn't sure if the Emperor heard the sound of him rubbing his knuckles.

But the Emperor probably didn't care, because his gaze stayed on Dorn: the Lord of the Imperial Fist was frowning, and his whole body was emitting an aura of disapproval, but because he hadn't figured out the whole story, he couldn't be sure whether he should disagree with the Emperor or Morgan.

Dorn was not a reckless fool. He had worked with Morgan before and he knew that the Spider Queen would not be so arrogant. But if it wasn't Morgan's problem, another possibility would have caused Dorn's brain to short-circuit.

On this point, Dorn was far inferior to Perturabo who stood side by side with him: Don't ask why these two people stood together. Before the Emperor's shuttle arrived, Dorn was attracted by Perturabo who was mixed in the crowd. He observed this exquisite robot with great interest and purely academic vision, assessing its potential danger.

Perturabo was also enjoying it. The true Lord of Steel seemed to have anticipated which of his brothers would be attracted to watch his work. He even specially designed a new mode for this purpose: just like the Star Maid built by Morgan had an emotional module, the Iron Tyrant built by Perturabo also began to implement a personal exclusive operating mode when he heard Dorn's voice.

Only responds to Dorn.

The result of doing this was that Perturabo was completely indifferent to the situation of the Emperor and Morgan. The only person who might have the same opinion as him was Leman Russ: the Wolf King completed all the processes the moment his eyes were cast on the Emperor and Morgan.

Leman Russ was confused for a moment, then relaxed his brows and talked about other things. The air around the Primarch exuded a happy atmosphere of stopping thinking.

The person whose shoulders Leman Russ took advantage of the situation was Alpharius. He was also immersed in the happy atmosphere of stopping thinking. However, unlike the Wolf King's self-abandonment, Alpharius's aura could not conceal the arrogance in his bones: it was more of a matter of indifference after seeing through everything.

And right next to him, there was someone who cared very much about this matter.

It was... Mortarion?
When she noticed the resentful aura coming from Barbarus, Morgan raised her eyebrows suspiciously: She couldn't understand why this Lord of Death, who had always been at odds with her, was looking at her in such a complicated way? Mortarion didn't even bother to pay attention to the Emperor's direction.

Morgan noticed that the Lord of Barbarus's expression had undergone a brief change. When he saw the Emperor and Morgan standing in the same place, Mortarion was also surprised, but this surprise soon turned into the usual dissatisfaction with the Lord of Mankind, and Morgan standing next to the Emperor...

Hating iron but not steel?
How could you allow yourself to be bound so easily by this lying tyrant?
Morgan seemed to be able to hear Mortarion's shouts from a distance of more than ten meters.

【…】

As fiery as Mortarion's shouts were the inquiries from Angron. The Lord of Red Sand looked at the Emperor's golden armor as if he were looking at a dead man. He stroked the axe blade in his hand impatiently, which made the guards beside him feel as if they were facing a great enemy, and his eyes looking at Morgan were full of straightforward questions.

Do it now?
It looked like someone was more eager to kill the king than Morgan himself.

The Spider Queen looked away, leaving Angron with some regret.

She quickly passed by Lorgar, because the Great Word Bearer's gaze did not need to be pondered: the scene of the Emperor and Morgan standing side by side obviously touched the beautiful memories in Lorgar's heart, and the fire of faith in his pupils was already brighter than the burning orc skulls on both sides of the road. Even the Emperor noticed this.

The Lord of Mankind frowned slightly, earning Morgan's merciless ridicule.

【Headache? 】

【Who told you to pretend to be dead back then? 】

+...+
Private channels are just enjoyable.

Morgan's smile was more sincere, and she took the opportunity to nod to Magnus. The King of Prospero responded politely, always indifferent to these external events. He seemed to be more worried about the state of Horus beside him: The Wolf God was perhaps one of the Primarchs with the biggest reaction, and he was visibly stunned for a few seconds.

God knows what Horus would think in these few seconds?
But what is unquestionable is that when Horus came out of his daze, the Wolf God had returned to normal: he soon discovered that everyone was waiting for his move, waiting for him to be the first to come before the Emperor, even Jonson was no exception.

This little surprise brought a smile and calmness back to Horus' face.

It also came to the Emperor's face.

But just when Horus entered their [attack range], Morgan, who felt that his anger bar was almost full, finally spoke.

[Are you planning to review Ullanor's heroes right here, father? ]

The Emperor frowned at this completely unexpected statement.

＋Any questions? ＋
[No, I was just thinking...]

Following Morgan's finger, everyone noticed the blonde hair in the crowd: Jonson met his brothers' gazes coldly. He hid his confusion well. After all, he believed that Morgan would never harm him.

[How can we determine: Who is the first hero of Ullanor? ]

+...+
In Horus' silence, the Emperor's sharp light was enough to cut through the inner world of any Primarch: but not Morgan, who even amplified her voice a little to ensure that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Whether it was Guilliman who was still confused, Khan who had come to his senses a little, or Fulgrim who had been looking impatient.

And of course: Horus and Jonson.

They all heard it.

[Don't get me wrong, Father: I have no intention of questioning any of your decisions.]

[I am just curious, simply curious about Ullanor's achievements.]

[And I thought: You don't mind giving us a definite answer, right?]

(End of this chapter)