Emperor's Bane

Chapter 72 First Meeting
When the projection of [Indomitable Truth] appeared in front of Morgan, she was making final preparations.

Invisible waves are churning in the sea of ​​souls, roaring or calming according to her commands, and the psychic will spread out like a spider web. Morgan is arrogantly entrenched in the center of his mind, managing the things he has laid out with his thinking and control. rise up little kingdom.

Some of the tiniest dots of light flickered on the twigs of the web, and that was where it was worth Morgan's eyes now and then: Hector, Luthor, or Zahariel.

For Morgan, these characters are like seeds that have just been planted. The role they will play in the future deserves her investment or assistance.

For example, when Hector walked out of the dark angel's operating room, he would be pleasantly surprised to find that although he no longer remembered the events of the Sabis galaxy, those who recognized and walked with the mother of genes The fragments are still clearly preserved in his mind.

And near these faint points of light are those more dazzling individuals, some targets that are more worthy of her serious attention: Magnus, Perturabo, and Ahriman, they either have her The power of awe must be maintained at all times, or occupy a more important position in her plan for the time being.

Thinking of this, Morgan glanced at her only salute, which was a plant petri dish made of glass, and the green shoots could already be seen breaking through the soil little by little under the ripening of spiritual energy. Protected, breathing the same imprisoned air.

Morgan's thoughts lingered on this newborn life for a while, and then returned to her own spider web, and the first thing that caught her eyes was the individual that was more shining than Ahriman and other points of light: it It is almost unique, and it is entrenched on the core of the spider web that is only a short distance away from Morgan himself, waiting for her inspection at any time.

This was by far the most important individual, and even if Morgan didn't always check it, it still couldn't overshadow its importance.

After all, it was Morgan [himself].

The silver-haired lady chuckled, she stretched out a corner of her consciousness, and clicked on the brightest existence.

This spot of light flickered, and after a while, it began to gradually grow larger, with a general outline, a head and limbs, and it became no different from a normal human being.

Until then, the light covering this individual's body gradually disappeared, revealing the original image: the long jet-black hair was decorated with golden objects, scattered on the furry furry, covering the long pointed ears, and the A pair of equally cunning golden pupils.

Her figure was plump, and her arrogance was wrapped in a black and golden queen's dress, and her ten fingers were protected by pure gold claws, which were dotted with dark green poison and the purple blood of the victim.

This is a queen, a queen who looks even more extravagant and imposing than Morgan himself. She sits on her own kingdom and squanders everything of her people to satisfy her own desires.

Morgan laughed. She leaned back on the chair, crossed her legs, supported her upper body with one arm, and watched the queen who was sitting in front of her with the same movements.

【How are you doing, Semiramis? 】

"Everything is going well and going according to your plan."

She, or Queen Semiramis, spoke, and her voice was more irresistibly arrogant and arbitrary than Morgan's.

【Ah, I also know, they are a little more stupid than I imagined... Those dark angels have come? 】

"I just left two Terra standard months ago. I followed your instructions and let them explore the part of the secrets they should know. Indeed, as you said, when they find some clues, they can't wait to break the casserole. Ask to the end."

[After all, the secret is the soul of the Dark Angel. 】

[The tip of the iceberg is enough for my brother to notice that something is wrong, but such a small error is not worth his attention, after all, he must trust his own eyes more than intelligence. 】

[And when he uses his own eyes to confirm some things, the information will in turn become a wedge to start the next move. 】

"...Haven't you considered the possibility of failure?"

[Of course I have considered it, I have been thinking about the result and direction after failure all the time, but so what? 】

[Even in the worst case, my brother saw through my identity and dragged the scarred me to my father, letting him decide my next fate. 】

[After all, none of my brothers would execute a Primarch in private without an order, at least not yet, at least not yet. 】

[And my father, at this time, he will not easily kill a gene primarch, even if I have been judged as a failure. 】

[After all, for my father, the current me neither poses a fundamental threat to his plan, nor is I drained of the last value, plus those guys are staring at me all the time, and he is also not sure about it. What else is my mind doing. 】

[So, what is the worst case scenario? 】

[I returned to the empire in a state of embarrassment, and then assigned to my own legion, fought and ran for his cause, and waited for that moment. 】

[The moment that made my father rise to the challenge. 】

[Or being placed under house arrest by my father, he probably wouldn't do this, because it would be too wasteful and distract his energy. 】

[You see, the worst situation is nothing more than this, so there is nothing to worry about. I have seen pictures thousands of times worse than this situation when I first became self-aware. It can even be said that I have seen The worst scenes in the galaxy. 】

[As long as you stand at the bottom of the valley, no matter how big the setback is, it can be regarded as a kind of success. 】

[Or... do you have a better suggestion? 】

Morgan's eyes followed with a deep laugh, and he hit Semiramis in the face, and the latter just imitated Morgan's legs and tilted his head.

"Don't think of me as a think tank, Morgan, I don't have the ability and wisdom, I'm just your remnant soul, operating on the instructions you left behind, my only additional role is to be your mirror, let you pour out voice."

【yes……】

Morgan snapped her fingers lightly, and Semiramis' face changed into another look. She took another breath, and everything returned to the starting point.

[After all, you are me. 】

【It's just a remnant of my mind left behind in order to control that world. Although I have been strengthening your power, the essence cannot be changed. 】

With Morgan's sigh, Semiramis turned into a wisp of shattered fragments and merged into her thoughts. Then, she waved her hand, and the pure black queen appeared again, as graceful as ever luxury.

[I feel powerless in your thinking, maybe you need a helper? 】

"Sometimes it is indeed tiring. Those mortals can't keep up with my thinking at all. Although I don't worry about them having any thoughts of overreaching, many of our plans and changes have also slowed down because of this."

Morgan stretched out his hand, peeled off a thin strand from his sea of ​​thoughts, kneaded it into a light ball, and slowly grew a wrapped cocoon.

[It will take some time before she can be born, maybe I should think of a name for her, how about Zenobia?Or maybe Cleopatra? 】

"Those are irrelevant. Maybe you should pay attention to more important things. You may need a new mirror for things that happen to you. After all, I can't cross the star sea to listen to your words anytime and anywhere. The movements are too big, and it will make those top psykers feel that something is wrong."

[This point, you are right. 】

"It's not me, it's you. This is the message you left before going to Ran Dan's front line. I'm just responsible for saying it at this point in time, and there is a more important sentence next."

"You haven't forgotten your purpose, have you?"

Morgan didn't answer any more, she just took a deep breath again, reinhaled Semiramis into her soul again, stripped off her side as a mirror, and in the next second, a new light The ball took shape in her hands.

When Semiramis reappeared, she felt a pleasant lightness.

"What are you going to call this newcomer as a mirror?"

【Atalanta, how are you? 】

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I have not lost sight of my purpose.

I never forgot.

[Lion] has never been my goal, he is too cautious, strong and rational, and his confrontation will turn into a terrible disaster that cannot be predicted and controlled. His soul is bitter and hard to swallow, and it is the same for me now Pointless poison.

He wasn't Magnus, nor was he Perturabo, he was much stronger than these guys with holes all over their bodies.

He cannot become a prey, he can only be approached, but it is difficult to be seduced.

However, he can be a [springboard].

My hunches, my instincts, and the shattered fragments told me that one Primarch would leave the Great Crusade for good.

His soul and everything would be a feast, a veritable gluttonous feast, nothing compared to Magnus's soul shard, not worth mentioning at all.

He will [die].

Then it becomes my meal.

And since he was a Primarch, his death sentence must have included the will of the Emperor.

So in this empire, who will be sent by the emperor to carry out the real [death sentence]?

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[Lion] will become a knife and fork.

my knife and fork.

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"Welcome to the Indomitable Truth."

Zahariel took off his helm, his usual happy face.

"Although I may have said it before, please let me repeat it again. You must be excellent, Ms. Morgan. Not all mortals can be allowed or approved to set foot on this battleship full of glorious history."

"Apart from the Emperor's ships, the Indomitable Truth is the most powerful force in the galaxy."

There was joy in Zahariel's voice, but his joy ended there, because just as they left the deck and entered the corridor of the battleship, a dark angel appeared from the shadows.

This son of Jonson is wearing a set of ancient MKⅡ power armor, the painting symbolizing the unification war of Terra is placed in the most conspicuous position on the shoulder armor, while other parts of the shoulder armor are densely covered with There are so many medals, ribbons, and honor marks symbolizing victory that even the huge shoulder armor of the power armor can't fit.

He didn't speak, just took a quiet step forward, standing in front of Zahariel, blocking his further progress.

The cheerful Caliban was stunned for a moment, and then showed a somewhat helpless expression. He said goodbye to Morgan, then turned and left.

Then, the veteran's eyes shifted to Morgan, and he still didn't say a word, just looked at her, then pushed open a door and walked into another corridor.

Morgan followed, and they constantly changed their routes in the bright passageway. Occasionally, there was a sound from the wall in their ears. The ears of the silver-haired lady could catch the words of those mortal crew members. Talk about everything.

The silent trek of the two silent people lasted for about half an hour of Terra standard hours, until Morgan followed the dead guide and turned another corner, her vision widened in an instant.

It was an arena, a place that was too spacious for two gladiators. It had a pure black curtain and a dark blue floor. Weapon racks were placed at the very edge, and there were weapons that might be bigger than Morgan's now. She can see large swords, spears and shields in even taller weapons, and among these weapons, there are objects that make her feel uncomfortable.

But none of that is the point.

In front of the huge [statue] standing in the center of the arena, these are not the key points.

The figure of the dark angel had once again disappeared into the shadows, and after a brief stay, Morgan slowly walked towards the arena.

And the moment she officially stepped in.

【Statue】Come to life.

As if waking up from an ancient slumber, he slowly raised his head and began to breathe, and the temperature seemed to have turned cold.

Morgan just looked at him.

She looked at the too huge shadow, the terrifying giant sword in his hand, and his pure black armor and cloak. She knew that what was wrapped in this metal was something more terrifying than metal.

And just as she was thinking briefly, [Statue] picked up his big sword with one hand and put it aside, he spoke, his voice was like a cold muffled thunder.

Morgan looked up, waiting for the words, for what her brother, Jonson, had to say.

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[Attack me. 】

He said.

【Do your best. 】

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Morgan didn't speak or answer, she just waved her staff, and a storm that could kill any Astartes swept the space.

But Zhuang Sen was silent, drew his great sword, and the air wave alone was enough to cut the throat of a space soldier.

At this moment, Ran Dan's battle scene on the moon has completely become a broken reflection in the endless years.

And the silent fight in front of them is the real first meeting of this pair of blood brothers and sisters who are equally deadly, ruthless, and terrifying, who can be called mirror images.

(End of this chapter)