Emperor's Bane

Chapter 821 Girl, why are you standing on tiptoe?
“Heh… huh… heh… huh…”

"My...dearest, wisest, most beautiful sister Morgan..."

The warmth and moans of Sanguinius echoed in the cold air.

"Can you get off of me first."

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To be fair, when he first spread the nickname "Lady Macbeth" through conversations between brothers, the Archangel of Baal had already anticipated the day when he would be retaliated against.

Just kidding, the subject of the topic he was making fun of was the Spider Queen. How could a person who could make Conrad and Jonson and other bastards obey her be a soft persimmon? She must be a tougher bone than them.

Perhaps in the beginning, in the first decade or so when Morgan had just returned to the Great Crusade, her reputation for kindness and weakness would indeed fool most ignorant mortals, as well as her arrogant brothers: such as Sanguinius who had not yet met Morgan.

But as long as they are the Primarchs, they are not fools after all. Today, except for a very few like Vulkan, most of the Emperor's bloodline knows very well what kind of person their only sister is.

Even some of the guys who usually can't see clearly, after what happened on Ullanor, should weigh the value of being able to stand beside the Emperor and behind Jonson at the same time: that comes from the consent of the eight primarchs.

And Sanguinius was obviously smarter than most of his brothers. He did not need to wait until Ullanor. As early as when he first met Morgan in the Palace of Shenra, the Archangel of Baal had already realized that the man standing in front of him was a difficult guy.

And... well...

It's not really his cup of tea.

It's not that they are not alike, in fact, it's quite the opposite, Morgan and Sanguinius are too similar in some ways: maybe there are differences in abilities and interests, but in terms of personality and behavioral logic, they are like real siblings.

The premise is that he is not the bastard they have forgotten.

In terms of external relations, both Sanguinius and Morgan have put themselves in a very comfortable position through long-term planning: they are in a position in their small group that seems inconspicuous, but in fact can affect the whole body.

Morgan was the default second among Jonson's supporters, but she was actually the axis connecting everyone: when the whole galaxy was looking worriedly at the lion who could compete with Horus, Morgan was the one who could negotiate with the Warmaster and get the most benefits from it.

On Horus' side, Sanguinius holds a similar position, but the angel has no ability or interest to become an actual operator like Morgan, and his relationship with Horus does not allow him to do so.

When Sanguinius wanted to accomplish something, he relied more on his personal friendship with the Warmaster, using words to tease Horus to be his vanguard, while he only needed to pick the peaches behind him.

Compared to Morgan, this is a method with no advantages other than being more lazy: but this is what the angels like.

He even didn't understand: Morgan only needed to use his personal charm and language skills to maintain a good position, so why did he work so hard? What was the indispensable benefit for the Spider Queen to actually control a huge group?
Yes, the Lord of Avalon did gain powerful allies in the process: the Five Hundred Worlds and Nostramo were almost willing to respond to any call from Avalon, and the First Legion and the Nineteenth Legion would do their best for her when things went well, but for an empire that was about to usher in an era of peace, did all this still have any meaning?

Did she intend to use this base to challenge Horus' position in the future? Or to compete with Terra? Or was there a war waiting for her that was on par with the Great Crusade? She had to find allies in advance: allies who could fight a world war?

Sanguinius couldn't understand.

But what made him feel relieved was that at least Morgan agreed with him on internal issues: they were equally doting on their own legions, and many of the Spider Queen's strategies in governing the Dawnbreakers were copied back intact by the Archangels and used on their own legions.

For example, inviting his descendants to dinner: Thanks to the successful experience sent back by Morgan, otherwise Sanguinius would not have known that the Blood Angels under his command were such good cooks.

Hmm? At Dawnbreaker, Morgan was the one in charge of cooking?
This...is not a big problem.

Even the title of Lady Macbeth was brought over in the process: the literary hobbies of some Dawnbreakers are so strange that they are keen on collecting everything related to their mothers, even such a bad-sounding nickname.

Spreading this nickname through communication with other brothers was purely Sanguinius's personal wish, but there was nothing he could do about it: if he wanted to dominate the conversations with other Primarchs, he would always need to find some new topics.

It's boring to hear people keep mentioning Guilliman's ambitions over and over again, or complaining about the relationship between Fulgrim and Ferrus: but if you add a little anecdote about Lady Macbeth after the daily teasing of Guilliman, and casually associate it with the connection between the Phoenix and the Iron Hand, it's enough to make even a man like Mortarion warmly invite you for another cup of afternoon tea.

In this way, the angel got his hands on Barbarus' fruit plate for the first time.

The price was just to sit there and listen to the Lord of Death sighing for half an hour with a smile on his face: Mortarion kept lamenting that the vicious, shrewd, cunning, cynical, and evil-minded witch would choose such a stupid partner instead of choosing a more solid and reliable person.

This would have been a relatively pleasant afternoon tea if Mortarion hadn't unconsciously patted his chest when he said the word "solid and reliable".

In this regard, Chagatai Khan did a very good job: although Sanguinius could not get used to drinking his kumis, and the Khan did not seem to believe the story of Lady Macbeth at all, his comments were still quite interesting to the angels.

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"I think she's more like Cleopatra than Macbeth."

"Why: Because of your fame?"

"No, quite the opposite."

"I mean, people are always so caught up in the scandals surrounding them that they overlook their true horror: like compared to her fame, what the queen was really good at was conspiracy and statecraft."

"Cleopatra's name is well-known around the world. Even tens of thousands of years later, it is still well-known. However, few people know that Cleopatra's beauty is actually the least important thing about her: just like Morgan's psychic power is actually the most superficial of her countless killer weapons."

"When people like Mortarion focus only on her reputation as a sorceress, they overlook the fact that our sister, as one of the most successful rulers in the galaxy, must have at her disposal unimaginable power: billions of soldiers willing to shed blood in her name, far more terrifying than psionic powers."

"And I don't believe this will be the only trump card Morgan has left for himself."

"You mean: she has other powerful powers besides psychic powers?"

"Who knows: maybe she can strangle you without any psychic power."

"Don't be ridiculous, Chagatai Khan."

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You are damn right!

When the fingers, which were so cold that they reminded him of Fenris, began to follow the perfect curve of Sanguinius' waist, moved across his chest little by little, and moved towards his neck and behind his ears, the archangel could feel a trace of cold sweat slowly gathering on his forehead.

He clenched his teeth tightly and pressed his tongue to the bottom to prevent the next unexpected contact from making a sound and disturbing the two brothers not far away: Morgan's laughter behind his ear was wanton and arrogant, and it was obvious that he did not have the same concerns as Sanguinius.

She seemed still angry.

[But I don’t want to come down~] Although her toes, which she had stood on tiptoe, had begun to tremble uncontrollably, Morgan’s voice was still full of confidence: confident enough to confuse Sanguinius.

Seizing this opportunity, the Spider Queen thought with ease about how she would kill the archangel who had fallen into her hands: Sanguinius's hands were still busy, and he could not throw the fruit or the fruit plate away, because this would definitely disturb the remaining two people in the room.

In that case, Morgan had a lot more room to maneuver: she was not afraid of being discovered by Horus, because she had the coordinates of the Aurora tied to her body. Even if the Wolf God discovered something was wrong and rushed here, the Spider Queen could escape back to her own battleship before the Warmaster arrived.

Then the Warmaster was left with a dishevelled Archangel in a corner.

#happy#

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle: but soon she couldn't laugh anymore.

【Why are you so tall! 】

As the Lord of Avalon restrained one of Sanguinius' wings with her arms, she discovered a small problem: Sanguinius was too tall, so tall that Morgan couldn't even reach his neck.

Even if Morgan stood on tiptoe, her forehead could only hit the middle of the angel's back. Even if she used all her strength with both hands, she could not touch Sanguinius's neck. She also had to entangle the angel's wings, otherwise Sanguinius would definitely dare to blow her away.

Even though the Spider Queen straightened her bones and her entire arms couldn't help shaking, her steel boots that were only touching the ground with her toes made her thighs and buttocks sway, and she couldn't reach the white muscles. Instead, Sanguinius's exquisite toga was messed up by her.

Damn it!
Morgan didn't dare to use his psychic powers too much: that would make it easy for the archangel to escape.

By then, it will be hard to tell who will bully whom in this hidden corner.

【Tsk...】

Morgan shook her head unhappily, and was disappointed to find that Sanguinius had gotten rid of his initial panic. He turned his head quietly, and his pair of light blue eyes stared at her innocently like a deer through his beautiful blond hair.

"Morgan."

Sanguinius muttered softly, he put on a vulnerable expression, his face flushed, maybe it was a deliberate disguise or it was real, even though the Spider Queen thought it was probably all a show, she still couldn't help but respond.

【Um? 】

The Spider Queen's voice was very unkind.

"Can you please come down first? I have a bad feeling about you..."

【I don't like you, don't worry. 】

"is not what it means……"

Sanguinius opened his mouth, he looked hesitant to continue, and under the threatening gaze of the Spider Queen, the angel could only smile as kindly as possible.

"Don't be angry yet."

"Your posture makes me feel like there's a facehugger on my back. It's scary..."

【! ! ! 】

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

The next moment, before Sanguinius could smile any more, a ray of silver light quickly emerged from the sleeves of the Spider Queen: it was a pair of bracelets that Ferrus had given to his sisters. Their names were Stheno and Euryale, but they were unknown because they had not been used for a long time.

But at this moment, the wrath of the Lord of Avalon awakened them: a silver noose took shape in the blink of an eye and strangled Sanguinius' neck without hesitation. The Spider Queen stood firmly on the ground, her knees mercilessly hitting the angel's calves, and she bent her waist and reined in the angel like a galloping horse.

"Uh!!!"

Sanguinius' voice was extremely difficult because it was strangled all of a sudden.

"You said you weren't angry..."

【Where did you hear this from? 】

"Conrad! It's Conrad!"

In times of crisis, the Archangel of Baal wisely abandoned his brotherly love.

"It's that guy Conrad who takes me to watch horror movies every time we chat, like the facehugger. If it's a good ending, the male protagonist's face will be replaced with Sevatar, and if it's a bad ending, the male protagonist's face will be replaced with Jonson or Guilliman, and then the female protagonist's face will be replaced with yours..."

【…】

Morgan's brow twitched.

After a while, she smiled.

【explain. 】

She tightened the rope, complaining about why she had just thought of this treasure: After making sure that Sanguinius still didn't dare to speak easily, Morgan relaxed a little, and after the Archangel bent his knees in cooperation, the Spider Queen's swan neck also stretched to his side.

The angel turned his head and glanced at her with lingering fear. His eyes followed Morgan's gaze and looked into his own hand: he was holding a bright red fruit tightly there.

After a pause, Sanguinius pinched the fruit between two fingers and slowly handed it to Morganfa: The Spider Queen was not shy at all, she stuck out her tongue and slowly rolled the fruit back.

Ok……

This kid just sweated.

The Spider Queen laughed and glared at the angel who was rubbing his fingers in disgust.

【Anything else: Go on.】

(End of this chapter)