Emperor's Bane

Chapter 738 Emperor: I think this is persecution
【I'm telling you, Trazyn.】

[You will never guess what I brought back from Nikaea.]

"A treasure?"

[Using this word to describe... Him is really too rude. ]

"Oh?"

In many cases, even Trazyn, the Infinite who had witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations in the galaxy, had to admit one thing: the Spider Queen was very good at inducing other people's emotions.

The Lord of Avalon can always use the simplest action: a promise, a treasure or a revelation to make the Undead Overlord take the initiative to sit across from the negotiating table and start counting the remaining chips in his hand.

Frankly speaking, Trazyn didn't hate this feeling of being "pulled": for the Endless who had long since lost all precious biological emotions, the false pheromones produced during this period, which were close to "expectation" or "tension", were already a satisfying treasure.

Although he knew that this was just a memory array and computing center in the metal skull, a program compiled from ancient data through real-time deduction of the current situation: but as an ant that had long been extinct, what could poor old Trazyn pray for?

A momentary illusion that allows you to deceive yourself into thinking you are still alive?
that's enough.

Greed, tension, indecision, the adrenaline codes released by the computing center during the fierce verbal game, and the pounding heartbeat simulated by the electronic furnace: even for the dominant class of the Necrons, this is not a good thing that can be enjoyed often.

But on Morgan's ship, in the country where humans are pursuing revival, there are always various small things that make Trazyn feel that his ancient body is rejuvenated: this is also the main reason why he will parasitize on the Aurora for hundreds of years.

In comparison, amassing more collections is just a... ahem! piece of cake.

The Endless were not lying.

"From your tone, it seems like this is a treasure worthy of me opening the door for it?"

Trazyn took a few steps forward and found his own seat in the Primarch's private lounge, which was full of life, prosperous but not luxurious. The obsidian chair was not close to Morgan's seat, but the only seats before it were those belonging to other Primarchs.

【Why do you think so?】

Morgan slumped in her seat, looking extremely lazy and self-willed: the seat, large enough to seat three Primarchs, was tightly wrapped in elastic velvet. It was not so much the Spider Queen's throne as it was a gorgeous soft bed on which she could rest at any time, to soothe the increasingly brutal work intensity of the Lord of the Dawnbreakers.

【Listen to me, Trazyn.】

Morgan waved her hands to hide her uncontrollable yawn. She was wearing a silver-gray turtleneck sweater knitted by Virgo and others. The hem was long enough to cover half of the original body's thighs. Her slender legs were tightly wrapped in smooth black. Her boots were kicked aside casually, and there were more than a dozen pillows for her to pick scattered all over the floor.

[Although the win-win cooperation between you and me over the years is still very pleasant, but this time I have to remind you: Don't be interested in anything I brought back from Nikaea, old friend, this is not a good thing for your museum. ]

After saying this, the Primarch threw himself down on the snow-white cushion: just giving him a word of warning was the limit of his tolerance for the great alien leader, Trazyn.

"Is it?"

The Endless nodded, and although they kept these words in mind, their curiosity grew, because the Primarch's words this time seemed a little strange: she neither rejected Trazyn's suggestion outright, nor claimed that this was a price that the Endless could not afford.

But say: No benefit?

What does this mean? Could it be that the treasure Morgan brought back this time is more powerful than the ancient Necromancer world?

"..."

Then he really has to go and see it.

Having made up his mind, Trazyn simply closed his mouth, and instead placed a device that was glowing green and looked no bigger than a mortal's fingernail on the table, and gently brought it in front of the Primarch.

"Thanks for the reminder: By the way, this is what you asked me to find before."

【! 】

Morgan quickly opened one eye.

[So fast? I thought it would take you twenty or thirty years.]

"You're lucky."

Trazyn smiled: The simulated mechanical sound is always so harsh and unpleasant.

"If you had asked me to return to Solenamus to find something else before you set out for Ullanor, it might have taken me a while: if it was related to another Necron dynasty, the process of gaining access might have taken almost a generation."

[One hundred years?]

"What are you thinking about?"

The Endless taunted softly.

"A hundred years? That's not even enough to watch a decent play."

【…】

Morgan was silent: She always forgot the damned Necrons' sense of time.

(Because they have lost all concepts related to life, the Necromancer nobles' concept of time is completely broken: for example, they can spend hundreds of years to watch a play, or watch a trial that has nothing to do with them)
[Seriously, Trazyn: Doesn't human life move pretty fast for you?]

"well enough."

When it comes to this topic, the Endless Ones suddenly fell silent.

"If it is for the former Necrontyr civilization, the pace of your human life is too slow: an ordinary warp voyage may be the entire process of a Necrontyr's birth to growth. In your eyes, it is the prime of youth, but for us, it is a good time to sign a will."

"However, when we suddenly became the current Necrons, our sense of time suddenly became slow, so slow that it was simply crazy for civilization. I am one of the few Necronists who are unwilling to endure this madness. For me, your sense of time is more in line with my cognition than that of my people."

[Is this the reason why you have stayed on the Aurora? ]

"one of them."

Trazyn watched Morgan playing with their new trade goods.

"Another main reason is because of those 'gods' you mentioned."

The Primarch stopped moving, and glanced at Trazyn seemingly unintentionally.

[I thought you Necrons had no sense of the Warp? ]

“We just don’t fear them: but that doesn’t mean we won’t study them.”

"On the contrary, since we began to explore the mysteries of the galaxy, the Warp has been one of our main focuses. We once longed to obtain the secret of immortality in this seemingly omnipotent parallel world, until we discovered that the curse engraved in the soul of our civilization came from another thing."

[Star God? ]

"That's all in the past."

Even the Endless do not like to discuss their past history.

"In short, our understanding of the Warp is far deeper than you humans can imagine. We also have our own views on those mysteries. We are never in awe of their existence, because we have witnessed the Warp without them and how they thrived."

"To us, the Four Chaos Gods are nothing more than juniors who have temporarily gained power."

【What an arrogant statement.】

"The Necrons' arrogance is based on abundant data and technology."

The Endless looked proud.

"And it just so happens that Solnames is the leader in data and technology related to the gods. Morgan, you should be thankful that you entrusted me with the task of collecting information about the gods of the warp, so that you can get what you want so quickly."

"Of course, there are some materials that I can't bring with me. If you are willing to go to Solanams in person, I guarantee you will be able to get more."

【…】

The Primarch just pretended not to hear.

This old man has been harboring evil intentions towards her for more than a year or two.

[Okay: Besides this, do you want any other reward? ]

"No."

The Necron shook his head.

"If you must, then allow me to stand by and watch what you and your gene father are trying to do: recording a war between mortals and gods. Even for a Necrons researcher like me, it is a valuable case that cannot be missed."

【That’s all?】

"of course."

The Endless nodded.

But Morgan knew he was lying.

The Primarch did not pursue the matter for the time being: she had enough headaches to deal with already.

So much so that even if Morgan squeezed out a little rest time for herself, even if she tried her best to appear lazy, as long as the Primarch closed her eyes, the thoughts in her mind would continue to work, piling up the big and small things after Nikea in front of her.

damned.

Morgan spat, but couldn't stop the fantasy from running wild before his eyes.

After a few seconds, her mind could only resign itself to its fate and stop struggling.

【Ania. 】

After making sure that the Infinite beside him had left on their own, Morgan shouted towards the small room behind the throne: The sound of rustling footsteps soon brought the Primarch a star maid dressed as a cook, with some unwiped cream still on the tip of her straight nose.

"Mother?"

【that……】

The Primarch's fingers remained in the air, gesticulating wildly as if he were drunk.

【How is Lyra? 】

"You mean...Lucy?"

Apparently, Virgo hasn't found the right fit for her brand new [sister].

[Yes, it's him...her. ]

Morgan licked his lips, worried that he almost made a slip of the tongue: but when the Spider Queen thought of the code name that the Lord of Mankind had chosen for him after careful consideration, she felt like laughing out loud.

Lyra?
What a talent.

The emperor is Orpheus, but who is his Eurydice?

"she's fine."

Virgo nodded, but her face looked obviously unhappy.

"She just told me that she wanted to take a stroll on the Aurora to get to know her future living environment, so I gave her a pass: she promised me that she would be back before dinner."

【That's it...】

Morgan stared at her daughter: she was not going to turn a blind eye to her children's strangeness.

【You don't like her? 】"It's not just me..."

Virgo lowered her head, her ten fingers tangled together, her worried red eyes hidden by her hair. She looked like she wanted to speak very much, but was troubled by the fact that she couldn't destroy the friendship between the sisters.

[It doesn’t matter: just say whatever you want to say. ]

"Is such that."

The Spider Queen patiently waited for her daughter for almost seven or eight minutes before getting Virgo's hesitant answer.

"Not only me, my mother, but also Ophiuchus who has been working in the research laboratory, we all feel that there is something wrong with our new sister. She seems out of tune with us, and she doesn't have that kind of... feeling."

【Feel?】

"It should be said that it is aura: all of us, the children created by you, have a very unique aura. Although there are certain differences between us, this aura makes us very familiar with each other. Even if we meet for the first time, we can still feel a sense of intimacy."

But she doesn't have it, right?

“Not only that.”

Virgo moved closer and complained to her mother in a low voice.

"She's so...cold."

"I don't know why, but just looking at her sitting there, Ophiuchus and I felt a very fearful feeling, as if she and we were not from the same world at all: this feeling is different from that bastard Perseus, mother, we hate that Comoros bastard, but the feeling Lucy gave us was... fear."

"And...she's so weird."

【How to say it.】

Morgan held his daughter in his arms, gently patting Virgo's back and encouraging her to tell him more doubts, instantly memorizing them all in his mind: If the Emperor wants to continue to lurk here with her, it seems that he needs to improve his skills.

“There are so many that I can’t even list them all.”

Virgo began to complain.

"She has such a ladylike temper!"

"Just now, I just followed my usual habit and arranged a bed and daily necessities for the new sister after welcoming her. You know, although we don't usually get together, we, the Star Maids, always live in the same room on the Aurora. For convenience, the dressing room and the washroom are in the same place."

"Over the years, every new sister who joined had no objection, but this Lyra just didn't want to. She insisted on moving out and living on her own. She didn't want the plush pajamas I arranged for her, and she didn't want to eat the snacks and sweet tea I treated her to. I wanted to help her take a bath, change her clothes, and then dress her up again, but she actually asked us all to stay away from her."

"This is the first time we meet, mother: Isn't her temper too bad?"

【…】

【Pfft...】

"What are you laughing at?"

"This is serious!"

[Sorry, sorry…]

[But...hahahaha...]

"..."

Virgo looked at her mother rolling around on the soft bed with great grief and anger.

She wanted to cry.

She really couldn't understand: almost two months had passed since their mother Morgan brought back the new sister [Lucy] from the Nikea galaxy, and until the Aurora returned to Avalon, Virgo had never been able to reach a harmonious relationship with the youngest sister in the process.

She always avoided them as if they were some kind of monster.

This was very wrong, this had never happened to any of the Star Maids in the past. The close sisterly relationship was the initial setting their mother had arranged for them, and it was the underlying logic: only one guy was an exception.

"Mother."

Virgo's voice was a little muffled.

"Lucy...she's not the same as that Comorian bastard, is she?"

This is what she is most worried about.

Morgan above: She really didn't want to call that alien bastard her sister.

It was clearly just a piece of rotten meat that their mother had played with until she got tired of it.

It is called Perseus, but in the final analysis it is just the black glove of the Primarch at times, and it does not even have its own consciousness: except for the necessary working hours, the Comoros bastard is treated as a prisoner in Morgan's prison, enjoying his fragmented body and soul.

[No, they are different.]

The Primarch finally laughed enough.

[However, Lyra is different from you guys. ]

[Her position is different: Don’t think of her as a sister.]

"What should we do?"

The primarch thought for a moment.

[Just think of it as: Another Conrad has arrived on our ship, right?]

"But she is obviously..."

【Okay.】

Interrupting the conversation, the Primarch caressed his daughter's soft head lovingly.

[Some things cannot be said now: I will explain them to you clearly when the time comes. You don’t have to care about Lucy. Just do as I told you just now and treat her as another Conrad.]

"Ok."

Virgo nodded, and very reluctantly left her mother's arms.

"I will inform the other sisters: Should the things prepared for her be removed?"

【withdraw……】

Morgan paused.

[No: Send it to me.]

She laughed.

【Maybe, it will be useful in the future. 】

"..."

[Oh, yes, Anya.]

Morgan waved again? .

[Please help me check the visit records of the Space Wolves Legion later: My brother Leman Russ once entrusted me with some tasks. According to the treaty we reached, Avalon needs to receive some of the little guys from his command in the next period of time.]

"A group of Space Wolves?"

【Space Wolves... New Army.】

Morgan raised his lips.

[They are not Fenrisians anyway.]

[My brother dreams of expanding the Sixth Legion and building an iron army that obeys his ideals. There is nothing wrong with a Viking-style barbarian army, but if there is a chance, Russ still wants a group of more serious warriors.]

[I don't know what means he used to overcome the hidden dangers in the gene seeds of the Space Wolves Legion, or whether he just let them lie dormant temporarily: Anyway, my Fenris brothers are trying to recruit new soldiers from the colonized worlds outside of Fenris recently, and train these new soldiers into an army without being influenced by Fenris culture.]

"So he chose the Far Eastern Frontier?"

[He chose many places, including Caliban and Avalon, as well as Macragge and Chemos. The soldiers he sent included not only warriors who were not Fenrisians, but also some carefully selected Fenrisians: Please help me pay attention to their voyage so that I can prepare instructors for these new Space Wolves.]

"And train a group of Space Wolves in the style of the Dawnbreakers?"

[It's not Fenris' style anyway. ]

My brother Russ is tired of the Viking culture around him.

[Now let's see: Can he lead a new generation of Norman conquerors? ]

[Vikings and Normans... Tsk...]

[Although they are of the same origin: I don’t think they can live in harmony. 】

"You're telling those old Terran history jokes that few people understand."

[It's Conrad's fault, if he wasn't always there...]

"Bang bang bang!"

The rude knock on the door interrupted the rare warm atmosphere between mother and daughter.

"grown ups!"

It was Rana's voice outside the door.

"Sorry to bother you: but an urgent intelligence report just came from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

【Go and get it, Anya.】

Virgo responded and left. When the Primarch's expression gradually became serious, the information was placed on the table in front of Morgan through Lana and Virgo.

【let me see……】

【…】

【What? 】

Just a cursory glance and the Primarch nearly leapt to his feet: Morgan didn't notice the sharpness in his voice.

【What does it mean? 】

[What does it mean: The patrol fleet of the Ultramarines Legion opened fire on the taxation fleet sent by Holy Terra in the Badab system in the Maelstrom region? ]

【…】

What is...?

[The Five Hundred Worlds are gathering their troops? ]

(End of this chapter)