Emperor's Bane

Chapter 721 Emperor, but Arnold
[Is this really... strange? ]

【What about Magnus: Logically, he should have arrived fifteen minutes ago? 】

Her slender fingers tapped out a series of impatient notes on the obsidian table. Before she heard herself sigh, the Spider Queen had already crossed her legs, and her casual complaints reached the ears of her brothers.

Of course she would be in a bad mood: after all, in Morgan's worldview, although she did not have many real red lines, each of them was unshakable, and the current King of Prospero had unknowingly trampled on the most important one.

order.

The Primarch hated when things got out of control. She didn't want to see any situation that was not included in her advance plan happen rashly and let the development of the situation get out of her control: but such accidents always happened repeatedly, especially when the development of the situation was closely related to her dear blood brothers. Almost every Primarch had the ability to open Morgan's eyes.

This is especially true of Magnus.

Morgan sighed again.

As a psychic master who is almost unrivaled under the Emperor, how could Morgan not see the golden sun that was secretly hidden in the chest of the Prospero people: she knew better than anyone how terrifying this energy was. After all, she had felt almost the same breath as early as in the Perfect City.

But it's strange: Morgan was very sure that the ominous aura in the Perfect City came from the Emperor, or at least from the Emperor's body, but in the Primarch's senses, the owner of that aura was not the golden sun today, but a pure black, indescribable freak whose appearance could not be described in any human language.

Even if he risked his Primarch's courage, Morgan would still fear that [thing], and remember its appearance by heart: but now, the exact same aura appeared in the center of Magnus' chest, on the body of the golden sun emitting a sacred light, and even Morgan's own prying eyes could not clearly distinguish the two auras.

Moreover, even in Morgan's vision, this golden sun was undoubtedly the exclusive symbol of the Emperor: if she had not witnessed the monster inside the Emperor's body with her own eyes on the land of the Perfect City, Morgan would probably believe like everyone else that this golden sun was indeed a part of the Emperor.

But thinking about it this way...

The Primarch's fingertips brushed across his temples: they were covered with traces of cold sweat.

A terrifying monster that resides in the body of the Emperor, and a sun that must be closely related to the Emperor and that Magnus was willing to bring to such an occasion. And they both exude the same aura: with just a simple association, it seems that a whole horror story can be made up.

But this is not the scariest thing.

Morgan opened his eyes, his blue pupils emitting ruthless boredom, and he quickly scanned the magnificent hall, which seemed empty and lonely compared to twenty minutes ago: the facts proved that the cooperation between the Sigillites and the Guards was very effective. While the Primarchs were immersed in rest and conversation, the Guards, which only had a team of several thousand people, had already cleared out tens of thousands of senior officials under Malcador's advice.

Of course, these high-ranking officials did not leave Nikea: they were huddled in satellite cities radiating from the main hall to the entire surface of the planet, waiting for the final meeting results. The straight-line distance from here was only a few thousand meters.

Only top figures like the Fabricator-General of Mars, the Supreme Lord of Terra and the prominent sector governors of the galaxy were allowed to stay in the meeting place of the Emperor and the Primarchs. Their number barely exceeded three digits, and they were highly concentrated under the protection of layers of unknown void shields that were temporarily built.

Such a scene made Morgan frown.

It was not because the rows of empty ground-floor boxes had emptied out the space that she had made the preliminary preparations for Nikea, but because she knew the function of these nameless void shields: these were treasures presented to the Emperor by the Far Eastern Frontier. Compared to ordinary goods, these spoils seized from alien ruins were also very effective in resisting the impact in the warp.

Of course, this word "effective" is only for mortals. Moreover, due to the non-replicability of alien technology, this seemingly priceless tribute is only occasionally useful in such occasions.

But what did the Emperor do with it?
What did he realize?
Confused, Morgan cast her gaze towards the commanding height of the entire hall: the divine light emanating from the Emperor made it impossible for almost everyone to see his expression and appearance, leaving only an impression of his nobleness like thunder in their minds. But Morgan did not buy it. They clearly saw that the Emperor frowned slightly, and his knuckles turned a little white because of excessive force and the readiness to strike.

The golden hilt held in the palm of the hand already had an obvious dent on it.

There is no doubt that the Emperor and Malcador must have seen Magnus's Sun. They were quite afraid of it, but they did not take any actual sanctions: if they only dispersed the irrelevant people and made preparations, it would mean that the Emperor had absolute confidence in suppressing any situation of Magnus.

Morgan was also confident about this: she had never forgotten how the Lord of Mankind wiped out all traces of the Alien Emperor in the world in front of her and all the warriors at the end of the Second Randan War, just like wiping dust off his shoulders.

Even when facing the joint siege of four or five Primarchs including Morgan and Johnson, the Alien Emperor seemed to be calm and composed: Even until today, Morgan has no confidence that she can reach the level of any of the two emperors at that time. She thinks that she is just a little more resourceful now. If she were placed on the battlefield of Randan, she would be able to leave the Alien Emperor with an unforgettable memory for life, or even drag him to death together.

As for whether it will succeed or not, it depends on whether fate is on her side.

And for the Emperor?
Here's a joke: the more Morgan's power and psychic energy grow, the greater her fear of the Emperor becomes in her heart, because every time the Primarch steps onto a new level, she will find traces of the Emperor left there, and the gap in strength between her and the Lord of Mankind seems to be becoming more and more, and more and more distant, with her progress.

Decades ago, it seemed that if she tried a little harder, ate a little more, or simply borrowed some "strength" from those tenants in her mind who never paid their rent, she could have a fair fight with her genetic father and there was a possibility of victory.

but now?
She could only pray that the Emperor had really taken it seriously during the Randan War, and that he had not made any progress since then.
God knows what level the Lord of Mankind has reached now: sometimes, Morgan even really considered studying the Holy Words that Lorgar had stuffed into her mind. Although she still didn't think that the Emperor had any essential similarities with the Chaos Gods in her impression, the Emperor's various actions now seemed to be better described as a god.

Of course, almost.

Because a true god would surely be smarter than her dear father.

The Primarch shook his head
True, she could not deny a possibility that sounded absurd: that the Emperor simply did not know what his Magnus had brought, so he had no reaction to it.

This is not the careful consideration of the wise: it is the sheer fearlessness of the ignorant.

【hiss……】

Morgan rolled his eyes.

Anyway, the Spider Queen felt that the Emperor might really know nothing about this, but it was unlikely that the Emperor really knew nothing about this: after all, no matter what, the black monster was indeed parasitic in the Emperor's body.

He can't possibly not feel it.

Morgan's brows were furrowed: she thought about it for three full minutes, but still couldn't figure out the logic behind it.

If the Emperor didn't care, then he was a bit too much of a drag, but if even the Emperor didn't know what it was, then the Lord of Mankind would be too stupid: think about it, based on her past experiences, which side would be the mistake the Emperor would make?

Morgan reminisced for a moment.

……

damn it.

Be it the inexplicable arrogance or the occasional bursts of stupidity: they seem to be the mistakes that her good father would make, right?

The Emperor wouldn't really be unaware of what this thing is, and still be confidently planning to suppress it with his own skills and strength, as the situation dictates: this is indeed something he can do.

Morgan retracted her gaze and rubbed her temples with a headache. If she had known this would happen, she should have gone to Malcador during her break, and the two of them would have colluded with each other and temporarily deprived the Lord of Humanity of his right to speak. Anyway, this had happened seven or eight times, and even Valdor, the head of the Imperial Guard, had begun to become accustomed to such acts of usurpation.

She should have done this earlier. After realizing that Magnus was acting strangely, she should have informed Malcador to be prepared: if the Emperor had not told her in advance that anything on Nikaea had nothing to do with her, and the Spider Queen, who had already been prepared, would have taken the opportunity to take a break.

What bad luck: she had only slacked off this once.

Morgan could no longer tell whether he was sighing or gritting his teeth: but judging from Conrad's expression as he came closer, the latter was more likely.

What's wrong, Conrad?

"Nothing: but I think I know why Magnus is late."

Midnight Ghost waved his hand, and after making sure that he had attracted Morgan's attention, he directed her to look at the opposite stand: Although most of the audience had gathered under the standing void shield according to the Emperor's order, there was still a lonely figure, standing arrogantly in his old position not long ago.

That was Leman Russ: he didn't look too well either.

"Because he's alone."

Conrad pointed to the empty seat next to the Wolf King.

"Apparently, Magnus wasn't the only one who was late. At least our brother Mortarion made the same mistake. Considering Leman Russ's expression now, I think Mortarion didn't inform him in advance: even the Death Guard didn't show up."

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【Very normal. 】

Morgan nodded.

[After all, after what happened just now, Leman Russ is not a brother worthy of trust in Mortarion's eyes: I can probably guess what Mortarion is going to do. It seems that he wants to push Magnus into the bottomless abyss under the cliff with his own hands. ]

"Yes."

Conrad withdrew his gaze, but did not forget to exchange glances with Leman Russ, and then they nodded to each other silently: After doing all this, Midnight Haunter's gaze was again on the red figure standing in front of them. He looked so lonely.

"According to a rough calculation, after Magnus finished his meeting with Ahriman, he asked Ahriman to return here first, while he himself communicated with the Thousand Sons Legion again: Mortarion should have chosen this time period to block our brother Magnus somewhere."

[This also explains why the Thousand Sons and Death Guard are not present now. ]

Morgan stood up. She could feel the whispers in the meeting room and the gaze from Malcador.

【I'll go look for them.】

"late."

Conrad shook his head and pointed his chin in the direction of the gate.

"Someone is done."

Morgan looked in the direction where he saw the bronze door being slowly pushed open. An arrogant figure walked in steadily, and a strong dark green aura marked his identity.

【Motarion: Why didn't he bring anyone with him this time? 】

Morgan raised his brow.

"No one? Aren't there seven death shrouds following him?"

[I mean the adjutant: Where did Typhon and Garro go? ]

"It seems to be the infirmary: I remember seeing Garro helping Typhon there."

【That’s not surprising.】

Morgan closed his mouth and watched in silence as Mortarion triumphantly walked to the seat next to Leman Russ: the Lord of Death also ignored the protection of the void shield and sat directly in the first row of the audience, obviously wanting to witness the next big show up close.

And just as Lord Barbarus sat down, the bronze door that was not closed tightly was pushed open again roughly: the red Magnus was as his name suggested, his swift steps made his figure like a red whirlwind. He did not choose to walk towards the audience, and his visibly gloomy face made his descendants who followed him look depressed.

Magnus walked straight to the center of the Nikaea Hall and stopped so close to the Emperor: the Custodians even raised their power halberds silently, and even Malcador quietly tightened his scepter.

"Everyone."

After standing still, Magnus' voice sounded unusually hoarse.

"I won't take up much time."

"but……"

"I apply to be the first to speak: to put an end to this boring farce."

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"I bet you Mortarion told him something."

【And it made him very unhappy. 】

Morgan sat down and, as usual, began to review the most powerful spells she had: those that killed people.

She didn't take Conrad's bet.

Because she saw: Magnus had already stretched out his big red hand towards her chest.

(End of this chapter)