Emperor's Bane

Chapter 750 Lucy's Monologue

+Ole! +

+O'er, open the door! +
+If you don't open the door, then... +
＋Then…＋
＋Then forget it. ＋
#easy#
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"Meow?"

The Strong Brain Cat tilted its head, because the scene in front of it suddenly changed and became completely different, far beyond the comprehension of its still immature beast mind: it could only barely remember what happened?
At the very beginning, when the tall male bipedal creature threw out the petite but smelly female bipedal creature in front of him, the development of the matter was still within the cat's understanding.

It had seen similar things countless times over the past hundred years: the partnerships of these bipedal creatures were always fragile, and many of them would have sex with multiple partners in just a few days, as if they were in estrus all year round.

It had witnessed similar things, and had seen many pairs of bipedal creatures split up overnight, with one of them driving the other out of their nests: but usually it was the females that drove the males away, and this pair in front of it was a little different.

But what is even more different is...

"Hululu..."

The Strong Brain Cat bent down, using his unique ability to carefully observe the corridor below from a psychic perspective, focusing his attention on the petite guy: Her psychic power changes so quickly.

You were crying and screaming one second, and nothing happened the next.

It really confuses the cat.

It saw it clearly: when the female was ruthlessly thrown out of the nest by her failed mate, she was clearly crying and praying miserably there, and even her soul was flashing a sad dark blue.

And when the iron door was closed, she still stood there knocking on it without giving up, and the sadness in her psychic energy became more intense: but everything came to an abrupt end the moment the male bipedal creature in the nest completely left.

She seemed to be able to clearly feel that the person inside didn't want to listen to her anymore, so, in a moment that the cat couldn't react at all: this guy returned to his original demeanor, and even the tears accumulated in his eyes and the tear marks on his cheeks disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.

But... they clearly existed, didn't they?
The same goes for psychic energy. It was a dark blue of extreme sadness in the previous second, but it completely returned to normal in the next second, and instead showed a light green of joy: this strange scene of psychic energy changing in an instant was something it had only seen in its great master.

But even its master didn't seem to be so skilled in using it: she still needed a few seconds to adjust.

But this guy in front of me...

It's scary, meow~
The strong-brained cat drooped its ears, and its remaining wildness told it that this was not an opponent it could provoke, so it retracted its claws back into its thick fleshy paws and quietly retreated, intending to escape from this guy who was becoming more and more terrifying in its perception.

But, it's too late.

Before it started to move, the guy below had already raised his head.

He was still mumbling to himself.

＋Olpersong, old friend.＋
+You are still the same as before, only thinking about yourself. +
【Lucy】is smiling.

Reluctance, sadness, and tears: the emotions that had been so vivid in front of Orpesson less than a minute ago had now completely disappeared from her pretty face, leaving only a faint smile, like a rotten person whose pleasure had been satisfied.

＋But, this is fine. ＋
+ I didn't expect you to get involved in this mess again, or stand by my side again. After all, you have always been such a coward, and my dream is still too scary for you. +
＋Stay hidden, old friend.＋
＋When I get bored someday, I will come over and bother you again. ＋
The face of the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl showed both badness and happiness that should never appear in this age group. Her eyes, like bright copper sheets, returned to indifference, flashing with a lack of regard for life.

Although he was talking about his old friend, there was not even an ounce of tenderness in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind, as if all the entanglement just now was acted out: but his acting skills were truly superb, so perfect that even the Emperor himself was trapped in it.

＋But you are right about one thing. ＋
[Lucy] raised her hands and slowly and methodically tidied her long hair which had been messed up by the previous prank. She carefully straightened every inch of the black hair on both sides, and then absentmindedly adjusted her shirt, returning to the state she was in about forty minutes ago.

+ If there was no other way, I wouldn't do such a risky thing: I know better than you what kind of rotten things I did in the first 20,000 years of my life. Although these rotten things helped me a lot later, the influence they left behind is also a potential threat that [now me] has to stay away from. +
+ They must be exiled, put into a separated concept, and then placed at the other end of the galaxy, looking for a jailer who is strong and reliable enough: fate is on my side in this matter. If I didn't have a daughter, it would be really difficult for me to find such a jailer. +
＋But then again…＋
+ If my pathetic idiot son hadn't caused trouble on Nikaea, making it impossible for me to suppress my inner problems, I wouldn't have released all these past memories: they are safest by my side. +
+As for Morgan…+
+ As long as I don't give this broken body too much power, it shouldn't be a problem for her to take on the task of jailer. If she insists on some reward, then at worst I can just leave this body to her. +
+Anyway, it's just a piece of meat that can never see the light of day again, and it's not a complete thing: I cut off a piece of my offspring who committed a heinous crime and used some tricks to make her look like a human being. +
+My unfilial daughter should have noticed these signs long ago: it’s a good thing she was able to endure it until today without saying anything. +
+ Are you planning something? +
+ That's all: Anyway, she only has one more function for me now. +
＋As long as she can execute the task well, it doesn't matter what she wants. ＋
+Independence, rebellion, and freedom...+
＋And so on. ＋
+Freedom... but this is the only thing I can't do. +
+Freedom...tsk tsk tsk! +
After smoothing out the last wrinkle on her skirt, Lucy looked up and smiled sarcastically: she didn't care at all whether Orperson behind the door was eavesdropping on these fatal words, or rather, she made sure that her old friend couldn't hear them.

＋Morgan...＋
＋Silly daughter. ＋
+ I can offer you more gifts than there are stars in the galaxy: if you ask, I can grant you a title as noble as that of a Warmaster, or seat you in the seat of power on Holy Terra, ruling the galaxy until the day you tire of it. +
+ None of this matters: titles are nothing but empty words, and no Primarch cares about them. As for power? They will get sick of it faster than they will get sick of physical relationships between living beings. It only takes a few generations of ruling the galaxy for any Primarch to learn to stay away from power. +
+ There is no element of greed for power in your genetic code. I have ensured this from the beginning: why do you think I dare to give all the territory and power of the entire galaxy to your brothers? Because I am sure they will not like it. +
+ Before I deliver the final blow, they will despair of the power and status they hold, and will be eager to throw the fate of millions of stars behind them: time is the least important thing for my plan. As long as you dare to propose it, I dare you to take over the authority of the Sigillite. +
+ I know: you can't last more than 500 years in that position. +
＋You are capable enough. ＋
＋But you don't have the heart. ＋
＋So, I give you power, and in the end I don't have to pay anything. This is obviously the best gift. You can just take the most worthless thing from me: Why are you so greedy and want to get the most precious thing in the galaxy from me? ＋
+Freedom? +

＋So precious that even I cannot give it to you: because even I don’t have it. ＋
＋Not only me, but even them, have no freedom at all: Why does the God of Blood never leave His throne? Why does the God of Life cling to His garden? Why does the Prince of Pleasure stop at the Silver Palace? Why does even the Mutator, who is eager to see the world in chaos, only come to the world in the form of a phantom every time? ＋
+Is it because they are powerful? +
＋Just kidding. ＋
Lucy laughed, knowing how ridiculous the answer to her question was.

Of course she remembered that day, the day when she first visited Morro: according to rumors from the outside world, and the cognition of most Primarchs who knew the inside story, he found a rift leading to the depths of the Warp on that magical world, and through plundering or deceiving forces that did not belong to the real universe, he created twenty Primarchs.

Everyone thinks so.

Including the Primarch, including the Sigillite, including the original Elda and Astartes. But, this is not the truth.

At least not the whole truth.

Deep within Morro, where he could face the Four Gods, the Lord of Mankind's gaze glimpsed the true horror of the Warp.

That is also the source of his courage.

So simple, so ridiculous.

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Why didn't the Emperor ever worry that the angry Four Gods would find him personally, hunt him down in the realms of the Warp, and use overwhelming Warp power to snatch all the Primarch modules from him?
The Four Gods cannot go to the real universe: but it does not say that they cannot go to the subspace.

Why is the emperor so fearless?
Because he knew: even the so-called Four Gods were just a bunch of slaves.

To be more precise: it is a group of prisoners, a group of prisoners of their own power.

Deep in the Warp, the Emperor sees everything clearly.

He saw it: chains.

Chains are bound tightly within the invisible parts of each god, forever fixing them to their thrones, never to be separated from them again: awaiting the fateful moment that belongs to the galaxy and the warp.

The condensation of countless blood and skulls has nailed Khorne firmly to the Blood Throne that belongs to him. His range of activities is limited to the authority of the Brass Fortress: he can leave, but he seems afraid to leave, falling into cowardice that should never appear.

Tzeentch's laughter was eternally fixed in every corner of the Well of Eternity and the Crystal Labyrinth. Although his phantom could roam in reality and the warp, his body was always there, willingly restricted by a greater chess game.

Nurgle lingers in the Evergarden, a being no different from the goddess of the Eldar, though with a far greater reach: under the watchful eye of the Father of Germs, the Emperor knows that the Cauldron is more important than Nurgle himself.

As for the Prince of Pleasure…

Ah.

The Emperor despises Him.

He looked down on Him.

Because…he had defeated Him.

That is the great humiliation that even Slaanesh himself never mentions.

So, the Lord of Mankind knows very well.

They are gods.

But they are just gods, nothing more.

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＋They are not to be feared. ＋
＋They are not invincible.＋
+ I knew this long ago, before I saw Them in Moloch's Cleft. +
+For this, I would like to thank you, my Orpesson, my old friend. It was you who helped me realize this. It was you and that guy who helped me defeat the threat from the subspace for the first time, protecting me from harm and saving the entire human civilization. +
+I owe you one. +
＋I am always so grateful for your help. ＋
＋Even though you have long forgotten it. ＋
+ But it would be well for you to forget [it], and to continue living in such ignorance, my old friend Orpersund: this is my reward for your selflessness and bravery at Babel. +
＋Now, I am leaving. I am going to find my daughter and help her solve some small problems. ＋
+ I hope the guy behind her neck is braver than I thought: after all, the last time we fought, he retreated in an impressive way. +
+The Prince of Pleasure…+
+Hehehehe…+
Lucy smiled, holding the more than one-meter-long strong-brained cat in her hand, which had already fainted under her caress, turned around, and gradually disappeared in the shadow of the Aurora.

It's night.

It's time to return to my daughter.

……

Hopefully she prepared a midnight snack.

(End of this chapter)