Emperor's Bane

Chapter 752 Fresh Ingredients
There is a saying that goes well.

You can't just remember that the emperor is a bastard when he does something stupid.

And for Morgan, this statement is as good as truth in terms of absoluteness.

The most wonderful thing about this truth for a Primarch who holds power in Avalon is that she has been using her own painful experiences to verify its applicability over and over again.

Every time, when she had a slight contact with her genetic father, the Lord of Mankind would, with a wave of his hand, dig out this wise saying, which the Spider Queen might have almost forgotten, from the original body's brain, and then slam it in her face with a bang.

This happens every time, and there is never any delay.

If he could show such integrity and execution on other issues, then Luo Jia and Magnus should be at least 50 or 60 years old now, right?
Morgan couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

But unfortunately, expecting the Emperor to do something to make the people around him breathe easier is simply impossible: Morgan had already realized this when he decided to take Lucy back to the Far Eastern frontier instead of giving it to Horus as a favor.

Who would know her father better than the Spider Queen, who has helped the Emperor deal with troubles big and small almost ten times?
Morgan could even write out the recipe of the so-called "Human Emperor".

It is nothing more than:

Overall, he doesn't seem like a human being.

Limitations of leading by example.

Mandatory theophanies.

The tendency is vague.

Theoretical foresight.

The general tendency to focus on one thing and lose another.

Long-term idleness.

Periodic misconduct.

The ever-changing love between a man and his child.

And fundamentally heartless.

With all this gathered, and a little extra power, you can declare yourself the next Lord of Mankind: don't forget to bring your nutrient potions of Human Supremacy and Anti-Warpism, and take them in regular injections twice a day.

Don't worry about developing drug resistance: If one day you really feel that alien civilizations do have their amiable aspects, and that you can open the racial and cultural diversity national policy despite the roar of your ancestral single-core engine, then the current emperor will be happy to give you his long-forgotten VIP card for the Comoros social venue.

If you are lucky, you may even live to meet some of the top socialites in Comoros who still miss the former [Terra King Kong]: I hope you can live to see the moment when you become a fellow traveler with the Emperor.

what?
Although you hate aliens: but do you think there might be some good people in the warp?
That's great!

Your current level of thinking is enough to make you a great Primarch.

Interested in becoming the new master of the Thousand Sons and Prospero?

Jonson and Leman Russ would welcome their new brother with enthusiasm.

【Ah……】

[So, many times, things are just that simple. ]

[But these mortals always like to think about them in a complicated way. ]

After witnessing her genetic father standing in front of Conrad's exclusive refrigerator in silence for almost a minute, and then actually raising his hand and slowly beginning to pick and choose: The Spider Queen felt that nothing else could surprise her more tonight.

To be honest: her father actually carried a plate full of bats into the water and then walked into the kitchen behind the lounge so arrogantly?
Morgan: ...

To be honest, the Primarch was not really sure whether the so-called uncanny valley effect would work for her asshole old father who had lived for tens of thousands of years: anyway, it was still somewhat useful to the Primarch herself.

The items that the Spider Queen allowed to be placed in the refrigerator were actually the result of her and Conrad's selection: every cold item in the cabinet, at least in terms of appearance, can be classified as carbon-based organisms.

As for those who don't quite fit in...

They are often mistaken by Rana and others as unknown invasive species and then eliminated.

It's not their fault. The Spider Queen once accidentally took out a piece of something from her brother's abdomen that she didn't even know what it was. Not to mention that the Primarch didn't know, the Comoros Memoirs in the Primarch's mind also didn't know.

Even those Haemolycoris who can put demons from the Warp on their dissection tables and raise Chaos Eggs as household pets might be able to use those things to publish a few special journal papers: at least they won't have to worry about academic funding for a thousand years.

Therefore, even the Spider Queen herself, who has been committed to studying the internal physiological structure of the Primarch and even did not hesitate to operate on herself, has always kept a respectful distance from Conrad's ice and snow treasure house: as for the things inside, they are more regarded as spare organs.

Anyway, Conrad himself has been looking forward to a good opportunity, an opportunity that would force Guilliman or someone else to replace his stomach organs by chance.

After all, according to Morgan's research, the digestive systems of the Primarchs seemed to have a certain memory, and Midnight Haunter felt that he needed to let his dear blood brothers truly experience the various food memories of his childhood in Nostramo.

Given Guilliman's love for the battlefield, Konrad felt that he was not completely without a chance.

But unfortunately, Midnight Haunter's dream seemed to be shattered halfway: because the Spider Queen saw with her own eyes her great father muttering words such as "bursting belly" and slowly walking into the kitchen.

Then, it was half of Terra standard time, which made the Spider Queen feel very uneasy.

Morgan crossed her legs and slumped in her seat, bored. She wanted to leave but felt a little worried. She wanted to call a star maid to come and chat with her, but she didn't want them to appear in front of the Emperor.

But most importantly: she really wanted to see where the Emperor's limits were.

After all, [Lucy] represents the crazy years that even the current human master chooses to avoid talking about: just like a middle-aged, tired, bald chef who works from 5 to 9 for his family might have been a promiscuous, drug-taking, hippie gentleman thirty years ago, who knows how much the emperor of thirty thousand years ago was a noble person who trampled on the bottom line of humanity.

But on the other hand, such a precious object has not fallen into the warp, so there is a trick worth discussing: by carefully observing Lucy's offline, Morgan may be able to guess how far she is from falling into the warp?

Getting the result and then dividing it by the power gap between her and the Emperor is pretty much the red line she needs to draw for herself: this is also why the Primarch, knowing full well that there is a tiger lurking in the mountain, still wanted to take this Emperor-class exile on board.

Of course, there was nothing she could do even if she didn't want to.

If she really dared to refuse, the Emperor's great challenge would be fine, but the real problem was that with the Emperor's unfathomable moral bottom line, he would definitely do a routine operation of publicly stopping the movement but secretly throwing his exiles onto the Aurora.

Seriously: what's the difference between this and adding one more Chaos Corruption?
It is true that the Spider Queen's control over her flagship is almost absolute, but in front of the Emperor, anything less than 100% is no different from zero: it is not just the Emperor who has this level, there are many people in the galaxy who can put sand in the Primarch's eyes.

But Catherine, the great singer who had the chief captain of Slaanesh, had the Lord of Change who was secretly worshipped by thousands of students and office clerks, the kind father who was just short of putting his claws on her pet, and the God of Blood who, although he had never shown his power, was always keen on giving money and rewards to the champion swordsmen of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

In fact, these infiltrations in the dark did not escape the eyes of the Spider Queen from the very beginning, but what difference does it make even if she sees through them: real conspiracies are all blatant, and so are real infiltrations.

The attitude of the Four Gods is very clear: they have more than ten thousand ways to infiltrate their power into various parts of the Far Eastern Frontier, and the Spider Queen actually does not have many choices.

Otherwise, Morgan would bow his head and sign a legal certificate for the polluters of the subspace.

Otherwise, the Primarch would need to bite the bullet and resist to the end, using thunderous means to sweep through every area of ​​daily life that the Four Gods of the Warp deliberately targeted in order to clear the Chaos pollution, and personally smash Avalon to pieces.

The answer is self-evident.

Therefore, no matter whether it is singers, students, pets or champion swordsmen, they are all products that Morgan had to compromise after his previous struggles: the corruption of Chaos cannot be eradicated, and the Spider Queen could only leave a few openings to the subspace after several large-scale cleansings.

At least these legal chaos pollution are still within her control.

On the other hand, it was just like her dear father was planning to throw her out to cause the four Chaos Gods to fight, destroy their unity, and make them have no time to care about other things, so as to protect the more important Primarchs in his heart.

Morgan was actually also thinking of towing a part of the Emperor, Lucy, onto the Aurora, and then letting her fight with the Four Chaos Gods, to curb the pollution of the Warp to a certain extent, thereby protecting the Dawnbreaker Legion itself.

Who doesn't know how to divert trouble to someone else?

Morgan laughed, and her mood finally improved. So she used her psychic power to pull the strong-brained cat, who was particularly well-behaved and sleeping soundly tonight, into her arms. While stroking it, she absentmindedly checked what her little patrol officer had gained tonight. Well, patrolling, seeing, hiding, thinking, and the Emperor...

……

Ok?
The primarch frowned.

【and many more……】

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[What do you mean you plan to build a palace for Cyrene on Holy Terra? ]

When the Lord of Mankind slowly returned to his daughter with a plate of roasted offal, the Emperor really did not expect that Morgan's first words would be this?
+Cyrene? +
He even froze for a moment before picking up the knife and fork beside him.

+Do you care about this? +
【Um……】

Morgan nodded absently.

At this moment, all of the Spider Queen's attention was focused on the plate placed on the Emperor's knees.

【you……】

Even Morgan hesitated when faced with this scene.

[You really...]

＋Really what? ＋

Lucy looked up, her innocent smile enough to make the Primarch's hair stand on end.

Then, without giving Morgan any time to react, the emperor quickly pointed the fork in his hand at a piece of food: it looked like the taste that Conrad had been craving for, and then he forked it in at once. The sizzling juice and fresh heat rose up together, making Lucy's face red.

Then she smiled.

Eat it.

【…】

Morgan and the others' eyes widened: even if the naked Guilliman rode on Jonson and kissed Sanguinius in front of Horus, it would not shock her more.

【you……】

＋Me what? ＋

Lucy was chewing loudly.

But her laughter was even louder.

＋What's wrong with me? ＋

【…】

+ My silent daughter, you don’t really think I want to eat those three-no products, do you? +

+ How long have they been frozen? I only like to eat the freshest ones. +
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief quietly: but new confusion also arose.

【But these things...】

+Ah…+
Lucy grinned.

＋This is not easy: you don’t have much else in your kitchen. ＋
＋But I'm lucky. ＋
She picked up another piece of roast liver and slowly waved it in front of Morgan's eyes.

+ When I was hungry, I happened to find one of your daughters in the kitchen. +
+ Strange thing: did you actually give her a heart made of flesh? +

【…】

next moment.

The entire Aurora was engulfed by an unprecedented roar of the Warp.

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A chief guard who was concentrating on eating with his head down was caught off guard and dove headfirst into the steaming beef baked in red wine.

An Avalon art director who had just returned home from get off work was looking worriedly at the precarious collection on his display cabinet.

An immortal who had just found his daughter frowned and patted the back of his beloved daughter who was choked by the vibration while eating cake.

A sleepy star maid suddenly poked her pink-haired head out from under the quilt. Soon, the heads of star maids popped out one after another from the same quilt, along with glowing display screens in their hands.

A red-helmeted Dawnbreaker who was wiping his sword was horrified to find that the photo of his genetic father Magnus had fallen to the ground.

A girl with long black hair, deep blue eyes, who seemed to be a high school student, raised her head and stirred the coffee in front of her as if nothing had happened.

＋What a grand opening ceremony! ＋
+The Cursed. +
After she finished speaking, the white crow standing on her shoulder began to cry miserably.

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＋She really has a heart of flesh and blood. ＋
＋Even though he was very unhappy, he still went a long way to find fresh ingredients for me. ＋
【…】

＋Otherwise, what do you think it is? ＋

Lucy smiled happily: completely ignoring the murderous intent that was so real on Morgan's face.

While eating delicious food, the Emperor did not forget to turn his gaze to the pile of documents on the left hand side of the Spider Queen.

＋What information are you looking at? ＋

【From Badab.】

The Primarch sneered.

[Perhaps you don't know that your beloved son Horus just arrived at the forefront of the Badab conflict three days ago: the wolf god has already claimed to be the mediator of this crisis and intends to invite both sides to peace talks.]

[Malcador has agreed: Guilliman seems to be a little hesitant.]

+Didn't he contact you? +
【Horus did contact me. 】

＋Horus? ＋
The Emperor frowned.

+What is he going to do? +

【how to say……】

Morgan laughed.

[Your beloved son not only intends to mediate the crisis in Badab, but also intends to use this crisis to show the entire galaxy a plan he has just devised: according to the Wolf God himself, this plan can ensure permanent peace in the empire.]

What is ＋? ＋

【It is called: Imperial Federation. 】

(End of this chapter)