Emperor's Bane

Chapter 770 New Year's Eve Special: Slaanesh if Line Extra (Expedition)

"Black tea? Or green tea, sir?"

"Or, do you just want to order a glass of light blue water?"

"It doesn't matter: Pure drinks have been the best-selling food item in recent weeks."

As the last guards dispersed one by one like the curtains at the opening of a play, after several hours of travel, Luo Jia finally arrived at his destination.

For this, he lost the little sanity left in his mind and a son who could have been entrusted with an important task: Layak followed the footsteps of the Primarch like a handful of burnt ashes, lifelessly, and even Lorgar's voice could not awaken his soul.

Obviously, part of the Word Bearer's mind was permanently destroyed by Morgan's palace. This was the tragic price he paid for entering the kingdom of gods as a mortal. Luo Jia could only be thankful that his relationship with Morgan was not bad, and at least he did not end up in the most tragic outcome.

Like his previous colleagues, Layak had only suffered a mental shock: his body was intact, but the depth of the corruption of Avalon and the Dawnbreaker Legion as a whole still severely shocked this elite Word Bearers who regarded himself as an apostle of Chaos.

According to experience, Layak would be able to recover after a few months of speech therapy and rest: if his most capable offspring had not suffered the same disaster, Luo Jia would not have brought him here.

Erebus, Kor Phaeron, and Angertai, plus Layak: Chaos is above, if he needs to step into this country illuminated by two gods for the fifth time in the future, he won't even be able to find a suitable adjutant.

Thinking of this, Lorgar withdrew his gaze from his offspring and was not too worried that Layak would get lost again: although the Dawnbreakers were arrogant to the point of taking battle brothers from other legions as slaves, Lorgar's offspring did not need to worry about this.

Because Morgan wouldn't allow it.

So Dawnbreaker won't do it.

Because in this galaxy that has long fallen into madness, the only thing that can make the arrogant Dawnbreakers willing to bow their heads is their absolute worship of their own original body: this kind of worship has transcended genes and souls, and has become some kind of mysterious basic setting.

At least that was Luo Jia's impression: when this holy war aimed at overthrowing the false emperor and his tyranny broke out, the Dawnbreaker Legion, with a strength of nearly 160,000, did not have even one supporter of the false emperor.

They are pure black: even more powerful than the Luna Wolves and the Word Bearers.

This is extremely outrageous: even those Dreadnoughts who never woke up again except for meeting their Primarch once, joined the rebellion without hesitation, not to mention the mortal warriors under their command.

It was precisely because of this extremely high loyalty and organization, as well as the good reputation during the Great Crusade, that Morgan's group became Horus' best assistant and the undisputed second in command among the rebels.

Although the Second Legion did not participate in the war in the Isstvan system, they successfully destroyed Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds by relying on a high degree of trust and information asymmetry: Lorgar was one of the main participants in this expedition.

Even though several years had passed, whenever he thought back to the Blissful Expedition, the Great Speaker could not help but sigh at how cold-blooded and efficient his only sister was.

Morgan was able to join forces with Lorgar and, by sacrificing the entire Far Eastern Frontier, gained unimaginable power and an unshakable fact: after the fall of Avalon, Guilliman naturally accepted the [Remnants] of the Dawnbreaker.

The people of Five Hundred Worlds, who had been on friendly terms with the Far Eastern Frontier for more than a century, naturally had no doubts about the loyalty and defeat of the Dawnbreakers: Guilliman watched with satisfaction as Morgan's army participated in the garrison work in various parts of Ultramar, and was glad that his friends were still able to maintain their fighting spirit.

And when Vulkan and Corax, who were also defeated, led their respective legions and retreated all the way from Isstvan to the Five Hundred Worlds under the deliberate manipulation of Horus and Morgan, Guilliman accepted them.

After lamenting the enormous power of the traitor legions and the successive defeats of the loyal legions, an idea called the Second Empire was finally proposed by Guilliman himself under Morgan's tireless secret persuasion.

In order to make Vulkan and Corax believe in his loyalty to the Emperor and humanity in exchange for the establishment of the Second Empire, and to help his friends in Avalon and maintain the security of the northern border of the Five Hundred Worlds, Guilliman finally made that fatal promise.

He will take the initiative to attack, cross the northern border of the Five Hundred Worlds, and lead his army to fight against the three legions of the Word Bearers, Night Lords, and World Eaters who set out from the already fallen Far Eastern frontier to conquer the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

Although still somewhat confused about the reason for the rebellion of his best friend Midnight Haunter, under the urging of all parties, the Macragge people still put out their strongest forces: the Ultramarines mobilized almost all of their elite troops, including Guilliman himself and most of the senior officers.

Of course, the Five Hundred Worlds themselves must also leave enough guard troops: Lord Macragge readily agreed to the suggestion of allowing the mortal army of Avalon to enter the borders of the Five Hundred Worlds and take charge of the defense work.

Guilliman, who knew nothing about Chaos and the Gods, naturally would not have imagined that these Avalonians, whose numbers in his eyes were so small that they could not make any waves, were carrying strange books and walking into the Ultramar people who were equally ignorant of the Warp.

There is no need to say much about the following story.

Guilliman's expedition did achieve some success in the early stages: the power of the Ultramarines was far stronger than imagined, the early defenses of Lorgar and others were breached one after another, and the lands of several star regions were recovered by Five Hundred Worlds one after another.

However, these expected failures actually constituted the most realistic way to lure the enemy into deep territory.

Until Guilliman walked into the encirclement.

The ceremony began.

The enormous force sacrificed from the Far Eastern frontier pleased Chaos itself, allowing Morgan to possess the ability to summon storms and divide the battlefield. The three loyalist legions, already trapped in away battles, fell under the cruel stranglehold of the careful ambush by Lorgar and his men, as well as the fatal stab in the back by the Dawnbreaker Legion.

The already exhausted Salamanders and Raven Guards collapsed one after another. Morgan even directly swallowed up the secret of Vulkan's immortality, and chopped off his head in advance at the moment when the Raven King swung the blade towards Lorgar's neck.

Without the support of the two wings, the Ultramarines were divided into small sections by the storm, and the company-based battle groups were desperately facing the joint stranglehold of several rebellious primarchs: the time of the real universe lost its meaning in the face of the warp, and the rebels had plenty of time to devour Guilliman's legion.

The only variable was the Hydra who had infiltrated the battlefield at some point and aimed to rescue Guilliman from his cage: they did accomplish their goal and escorted the Macragge back to Holy Terra, but the price was that their own Primarch was hunted down and torn to pieces by the furious Spider Queen.

The dead man was Alpharius.

The real Alpharius.

Hydra, which was proficient in spying, finally fell in the field where it savvied the most: although he did temporarily restrict the Spider Queen's psychic power through unknown methods, Alpharius forgot another thing.

Even in hand-to-hand combat, the beloved of Slaanesh could still kill him.

When Lorgar received the incomplete body of Alpharius as a token to be taken back to Horus, he also humbly fulfilled his previous promise and gave the entire Five Hundred Worlds to the Dawnbreaker Legion.

The five hundred worlds have lost their Primarchs and the elite main forces among the Defenders, and are completely unaware of everything. When they face their allies who have respected each other for a hundred years, how many flaws will they reveal due to their relaxed mentality?
How much can the power of chaos accomplish by using these loopholes?

The Great Bearer does not care about such things.

It was only a year later that he was able to determine with satisfaction the complete collapse of Ultramar.

Although to this day, the Dawnbreakers have not actually consumed the entire Five Hundred Worlds, their original goal of destroying Guilliman's kingdom has been achieved: it doesn't matter to whom Ultramar will eventually belong, as long as it does not belong to the Empire.

From then on, there was no longer a decisive force belonging to the Empire in the east of the galaxy: Horus no longer had to worry about marching into Terra, and he no longer had to worry that Guilliman's rustling quill would become a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the rebels during the siege of Terra.

As a reward for his loyalty, the Wolf God chose to let Morgan's subsequent slackness and small moves go unchecked. It was not until too many rebellious primarchs were influenced by Morgan, to the point where people like Fulgrim and his entire legion were thrown into the trap, that the Warmaster could no longer tolerate it and sent Lorgar.

I came here three times over the course of several years.

So there are three unlucky Word Bearers officers who still need psychiatrists.

Rayak also became the fourth.

Luo Jia touched the smooth head and felt helpless.

As he was reminiscing about the great victory that had taken place only a few years ago, the Primarch found himself walking into what the Dawnbreakers had called the "Grand Ballroom": another normal building that could have been placed in the Imperial Palace on Terra.

But Luo Jia was no longer willing to think about it.

He was quietly guided to the VIP room on the second floor of the theater, and soon got the moment of peace he wanted: the Dawnbreakers in charge of the reception left one after another, and before the next person in charge could come in, the Primarch lazily glanced at the truth in the banquet hall.

As always, the entire hall was dominated by Morgan's favorite white color. Clear streams outlined the locations of different stands, and small bridges built with gray and white petals supported the connection between each dining table, which were portrayed as kneeling loyal Astartes.

The carvings are so lifelike: they even breathe and groan realistically.

Thousands of silk threads were woven into the flags of the Dawnbreakers and other rebel legions, fluttering in the wind at the top of the room, but they had a sluggish feeling like human skin.

The jeweled waiters were dressed in Victorian-style black and white maid's dresses, covering themselves up tightly, yet their every move was indescribably gorgeous: if one had a keen eye, one would have noticed that densely packed black spiders were circling their bodies in an orderly pattern, with only the white bones that had been eaten showing, creating the beauty before one's eyes.

At the dinner table, Astartes and mortals came in a staggered manner, drinking and chatting like ordinary brothers. There were no barriers or classes. They laughed equally and waited for the next round of delicious food to be served.

Occasionally, if they were really hungry, they could nibble on each other's palms and necks, or take off the heads of the maids next to them, pour out delicious wine from their eye sockets and nostrils, and drink it together with the life-size golden angels on the dining table.

On the center stage, actors as perfect as sculptures performed classic pieces with exaggerated skills. It was the Emperor and the warriors fighting side by side in Ullanor: but Horus' face was replaced by the Emperor, and the Emperor's face was replaced by a greenskin, and the abominable greenskin was wearing the face of the Warmaster.

But these are not important.

What’s important is that Luo Jia discovered that these actors seemed to be elves.

"Really..."

The Primarch was about to comment, but found that now was not a good time, because a maid had stood next to him: the Primarch tried to ignore the slowly moving maid and just listened to her reciting the menu.

Black tea, green tea, or purified water?
The Primarch chuckled: this was not the first time he had visited here.

So he asked.

"Those big demons you captured last time haven't been tortured to death yet?"

Anger boiling black tea?
The booming green tea business?
Or is it the pure water from which the Nine-headed Chaos Egg can drill out?
He didn't want another drink.

"It doesn't matter."

The maid smiled at the Primarch.

"The Queen of the Hunt will ensure that the banquet hall is always well supplied with drinks." The Queen of the Hunt...

Luo Jia frowned.

"You mean Xia La Xi - Demonic Disaster?"

The maid didn't answer, just smiled.

"Exactly. It swore on its life in front of Morgan's mother that it would do this."

"You call Morgan mother?"

The Word Bearer blinked.

“Isn’t this a little bit wrong?”

"Ok?"

"【Torture Envoy】Zarakaniel?"

The Primarch, who was proficient in the Warp, accurately called out the name of the great demon before him.

"You are a fragment and creation of Slaanesh, so why do you call Morgan your mother?"

"Because you still know nothing about the truth of what happened here."

The Archdemon smiled at the Primarch: so ironic and flattering.

"You don't know."

"It is both morally and legally correct for us to call her mother."

“We did it willingly.”

"..."

"Where is Morgan? I want to see her."

The Primarch did not respond: he just wanted to get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

"Ah...you're asking that?"

The Slaanesh Daemon, dressed in a living spider maid costume, began to cackle.

"This... is hard to say."

"I'm afraid you'll need to wait patiently."

"Until the lust of one of the two goddesses subsides for the time being."

The demon licked his lips.

"You know, Mother Morgan is still very bored lately."

"After all, her beloved Lord Jonson plunged into the Eye of Terror and disappeared with his legion: if they had not left in such haste, Caliban would not have been razed to the ground by the Blood Angels, would it?"

"You said the opposite."

Luo Jia snorted coldly.

"It was precisely because Sanguinius took advantage of our focus on Betanjamon and led his army to destroy Caliban that the village chief plunged into the Eye of Terror to find the purest power in the depths of Chaos."

"Then I can only wish him good luck."

The demon licked his lips

"Good luck to you too, Master Luo Jia."

"..."

"I said, I want to see Morgan."

"Ah~ Please be patient~"

The demon slowly retreated towards the door.

"This is not something I can decide."

"It's just that...she can."

"Who?"

The Primarch raised a brow.

"Of course it's me, uncle~"

The girl's clear laughter bloomed behind the Primarch.

"..."

"Virgo?"

The Primarch slowly turned around, but did not see the familiar light pink color.

He saw it clearly and sighed.

"Virgo, I know you and Sevatar have a very good relationship."

"So good that it can be integrated into one, and can become a model for the blessed children."

"But you don't have to always be like Sevatar. Come out?"

"Hehehehe..."

Morgan's favorite daughter arrogantly laughed at the Primarch's conservatism, and Lorgar simply closed his eyes in despair: fortunately, when he opened them again, the resolute face of the Prince of Crows had turned into a familiar girl's face.

"I can't help it~"

Virgo licked her lips.

"Who told that bastard Sevatar to always leave me alone in an empty room? He has to go through so many killings every day, but he is always unwilling to call on my power. It's so boring for me to watch him in the warp."

"What a pity for these gun barrels..."

"..."

Luo Jia silently witnessed the muzzles of the guns behind Virgo that were larger than he was: he knew that these muzzles belonged to a Glory Queen, the Human Glory of the Dawnbreaker, the battleship that Virgo could rely on.

Just like other star maidens can also possess the ship outfits of other glorious queens: these demon princesses who are above all demons choose the objects of their blessings from among the greatest warriors in the real universe, and use destructive power to release their desire for destruction.

Virgo and Sevatar are just the most famous pair among them: Lorgar never regretted crossing Angertai and choosing Sevatar to become the first blessed child, and the Prince of Crows proved his strength by conquering Chogoris and forcing back the White Scars.

Even a strong Khan had to retreat in front of the Queen of Glory's naval guns.

"Where's Morgan?"

The Primarch asked a third time: he only hoped to get a correct answer.

"Ah, you'll have to wait a moment."

Virgo sat across from the Primarch.

"how to say……"

"Mother and Father Slaanesh are entering the crucial...six hundred and sixty-sixth round."

"Before they squeeze the shit out of each other."

"Please have a cup of tea first."

(End of this chapter)