Emperor's Bane

Chapter 834 The Ultimate Insult

Chapter 834 The Ultimate Insult
[Yes, you heard it right.]

[I repeat: immediately stop actions against the Federation of Kings.]

[But don't disband the team yet. I still have other tasks to assign to you. ]

[You are going to Talasina...]

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After finishing the secret conversation with the three ambassadors of the Federation of Kings, the Lord of Avalon did not immediately return to the hotel where he was staying.

She spent about a day browsing every library and national archive in the city of Zenobia again: the commissioners of the Federation of Kings followed closely in her footsteps, recording every book that the Primarch needed.

Since it involved personal interests, Morgan was very concerned about this issue. Even the slightest uncertainty was worth his personal inspection: So, when the Spider Queen had finished her business, Horus had already finalized the treaty.

In the end, Morgan was only a few minutes faster than Horus. When the Wolf God was downstairs thinking about the issue of state etiquette, the Spider Queen had just walked out of the elevator with her four guards behind her. Her thoughts had already drifted away from the land of the Federation of Kings.

She thought of Avalon, Lanar and Trazyn, the increasingly withdrawn Guilliman, and Perturabo who was up to something unknown, as well as the High Lords on Terra who were becoming more and more brutal because of the unsolvable tax problem.

There were too many things that were worthy of the Spider Queen's headache, requiring her to think, filter and reorganize over and over again, looking for a solution to them: even for the most outstanding brain among the Primarchs, the weight of these problems was a bit too much.

So, naturally, when the four guards behind Morgan all fell down at the same time, the Primarch did not notice anything wrong in advance: until the sound of armor hitting the ground woke her up, cold sweat accumulated on her forehead.

Great!
For a moment, Morgan felt like he was suffocating.

She was indeed careless: after several months of doing nothing in the Federation of Kings, the Spider Queen's sense of crisis plummeted, especially after they had just reached a peace agreement and returned to the hotel they were staying in, which was regarded as a temporary hideout. Morgan's sense of crisis was weakened to the extreme.

But who would attack her at this time?

The Federation of Kings? Impossible: Did asking for the Nemesis Blade anger them?
Or is it that someone else is involved: for example, the aliens from the Federation of Kings?

Cairnbridge? Or who?

In the blink of an eye, thousands of guesses rushed through Morgan's mind, and the hairs all over his body stood up. The long-lost feeling of fear engulfed his mind: the Spider Queen's eyes followed the sound, nervously looking for the person who attacked them.

【…】

[Sanguinius? 】

When Morgan saw the golden angel proudly spreading his wings and standing between the four fallen Dawnbreakers with his hands leisurely hidden behind his back, he did not notice that his voice was a little hoarse and his throat was sore.

【What are you doing?】

Glancing at the visible dents on the back of the four guards' necks, and glaring at the archangel who looked as if it had nothing to do with him, Morgan could be said to have squeezed out his remaining rationality to ensure that he did not swear directly.

"Oh... nothing~"

The Spider Queen's anger burned in silence. Archangel Baal seemed unaware of all this: he was not wearing the golden armor he wore for battle, but only a long robe that was easy to move in, as if he was just strolling in the corridor to relax.

But the four Dawnbreakers who fell at the feet of the archangel could not be fake, and Morgan, who had come to his senses, soon discovered that this corridor had obviously been deliberately cleaned.

The waiters who were originally standing on both sides of the corridor had disappeared, the Astartes guards had also disappeared from the spot, and even the surveillance cameras above their heads had been deliberately bent at an angle, making this place undetectable.

The Lord of Avalon's brow twitched.

She was still confused, but the sense of crisis in her heart had quietly dissipated: even the voice seemed less threatening.

Although Morgan hated to admit it, deep down she knew that her brothers, any of her brothers, not even Mortarion or Alpharius, would harm her: at least not now.

So, what do you want?

After confirming this, the Spider Queen breathed a sigh of relief. She reorganized her thoughts and focused her attention on the difficult brother in front of her: Sanguinius was rarely so rude, let alone in such an awkward place.

"What?"

Unexpectedly, the archangel's expression was as if he was the one who was wronged.

"Don't you realize that?"

With a smile, the Archangel of Baal took a step forward. He walked calmly past several fallen Dawnbreakers. Although these were the most elite warriors under Morgan, due to the angel's intentional or unintentional actions, there was no possibility of them waking up in a short time.

【Realized...what?】

Even though the angel was smiling, and even though Sanguinius might have possessed a unique demeanor and intimacy in the entire galaxy, Morgan felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave when such a kind person approached step by step.

As early as the playful kidnapping incident on the Spirit of Vengeance, the Spider Queen had realized that she and the Archangel were not suitable for a conflict at short range: at least she had to retreat to a place where she could safely launch psychic energy, and the Lord of Avalon could still maintain her chances of victory.

Unfortunately, given Archangel's excellent athletic ability, this safe place must at least be outside the hotel.

As for now: every time Morgan blinked, the outline of Sanguinius would grow a whole circle in her eyes.

Could it be any worse?
"It seems you really forgot."

The Archangel of Baal seemed to have grasped the psychological red line of the Spider Queen. Just before Morgan decided to take action, Sanguinius stopped in his tracks, as if he was shocked by Morgan's answer: a look of sadness appeared on his gorgeous and flawless face, and his brows fell. Although he did not shed tears, it was still heartbreaking.

“It really makes me sad.”

"Yes."

【…】

A very different, but still familiar and gorgeous accent joined the queue.

"How can this not be sad?"

The Spider Queen didn't even need to look back to imagine how the Phoenix of Chemos was standing behind her, leaning against the door railing on one side, one hand gently pinching her drooping hair, the other hand covering her forehead like a lady, putting on an awkward posture of being sincerely in love with someone she didn't want to be with.

"We reminded you so many times."

Sanguinius sighed.

"That's right: In the past week, the two of us have reminded him over fifty times, both explicitly and implicitly."

Fulgrim affirmed again and again.

It's rare to see these two enemies so united.

【What are you talking about? 】

Morgan felt like he was about to laugh out of anger.

"Hairstyle, my dear sister."

Sanguinius leaned forward, stroking his blond hair with his fingers.

"Remember what I said: about your hair and your image."

【…】

Morgan was silent for a moment.

[Yes: Then what? ]

"What then!"

The angel's voice rose in pitch.

"Hairstyle! Image! Aren't these important enough?"

[…That’s it?]

Morgan's brow twitched.

[Just for such a small matter, you two are doing this to me? ]

"Your Majesty, the Emperor..."

Fulgrim's voice came closer and closer.

"I wonder if your father forgot to tell you that you are a girl when he was shaping you?"

The flash of white muscle passed by Morgan's side eyes, making the Spider Queen almost feel that she was blind: but when she realized that Sanguinius and Fulgrim had forced her into a very small space, Morgan felt fear for the first time today.

She was even more frightened than when she thought she was being attacked just now.

【So what? 】

Feeling guilty, although she tried her best to maintain her dignity, the words Morgan asked were still weak: The Spider Queen bent her body slightly and began to think about which psychic power she should use first.

"So what?"

As he spoke, Fulgrim had already walked to the side of Sanguinius.

"that's it."

As soon as the words fell, the two primarchs calmly lifted up their cloaks.

【Huh! 】

Morgan's pupils suddenly widened.

What did she see!
Wow! They are two stylish big guys wearing very little clothes!
Melancholy eyes, gorgeous smiles, exquisite movements, and muscle lines as elegant as marble sculptures. They are known to be the best in fashion. Each of them has their own strengths and unique skills. Their vision and craftsmanship are amazing. Their status in the fashion world is as powerful as Perturabo in the plastering world!

Looking at these two things, they are more terrifying to Morgan than a billion emperors!

But the most terrifying thing was the words that Sanguinius and Fulgrim spoke next. The connection was so skillful, and only God knew how many times these two guys had practiced in private.

"You know what, Morgan?"

Sanguinius raised his chin first.

"Horus has finally reached an agreement with the people from the Federation of Kings."

"We are about to hold a solemn peace agreement and exchange of state ceremonies."

"All Primarchs must be present: show the Imperial grace with their grace."

"But guess who didn't care about this crucial diplomatic occasion?"

"Who is it that is still unwilling to take care of his appearance?"

"And her hair is so shaggy, it looks like Jonson took the hair that Leman Russ had just chewed and used it to build a nest for Corax!"

““It’s you!””

"So, we came here specially, and I prepared this for you!"

Fulgrim walked to the side and opened a most magnificent door. The light inside was so bright that Morgan could not open his eyes: a huge silver mirror like a floor-to-ceiling window, a dazzling array of cosmetics like the arsenal of the Imperial Guards, dresses and long skirts as numerous as stars, and various fashion books piled up like a mountain.

"I had a hard time moving my most precious room down from the Emperor's Pride."

Phoenix held her chest proudly. "Believe me, just stay in there for an hour and you will be more beautiful than the mythical Helen."

【I don’t want it.】

Morgan stepped back slightly and touched his hair subconsciously.

[I'll just use my psychic powers: taking care of my hair is too much trouble.]

““Psychic power!””

Both Primarchs screamed at the same time.

"That's even more pathetic than Horus's hair."

"That is worse than Fulgrim's hair oil!"

““Absolutely not!””

Then, without waiting for Morgan to explain, the two giants roared and pounced on the Spider Queen who had no time to resist.

[What are you doing! Don't come over here! I'm warning you...]

[Horus! Horus!]

When the disheveled Spider Queen was dragged into a small dark room full of cosmetics by her two big, fashionable brothers, the last thing she could see was the stunned face of the Wolf God at the end of the corridor.

As stupid as Abaddon.

[Quack! Horus, save me! ]

[Why are you just standing there watching? Did you betray me too?]

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"..."

"So: are we really not going to help Master Morgan, Father?"

When the Luna Wolves walked silently to the next level, Sejanus, who was still regarded as a friend by Morgan, finally couldn't bear the inner torment anymore and couldn't help but speak to the Primarch who was walking in front.

As soon as these words were spoken, the several Luna Wolves present showed different expressions: Malohurst looked indifferent, while little Horus was dazed, as if he had not yet come out of the extremely shocking scene just now.

On the contrary, Loken and Abaddon, one out of the most basic conscience, the other out of a high degree of affection for Avalon, seemed eager to try out Sejanus' suggestion: but their eyes were still focused on Horus.

And the Wolf Shepherd God...

The Wolf Shepherd God looked a little dazed.

"Ah? Help?"

It took a few seconds before Horus seemed to realize that Sejanus was speaking.

"What help?"

The Wolf-God is Smiling: Although to Sejanus, this seems to be just a defensive measure chosen by the Warmaster to save the last fragments of his outlook on life.

"Don't they get along well?"

"Are you sure?"

Sejanus was blunt.

"I have fought alongside Master Morgan on several occasions on Apocalypse-level battlefields. Please forgive me, Primarch: even when facing enemy Titan-level units, Master Morgan has never been as... uh... helpless as he was just now?"

"Be at ease, Sejanus."

The Wolf Shepherd God was still smiling, although the smile seemed increasingly forced.

"I'm sure it's fine, they're probably just..."

At this point, Horus seemed to think seriously about what might be in the small dark room that Morgan was dragged into. Then, the Moon Wolves beside him saw a scene that horrified them: hot air suddenly rose from the round head of the Wolf God, and his whole body suddenly leaned back, with an invisible electric current flashing through his pupils.

"Uh-huh……"

Horus coughed a few times, but Sejanus just blinked, not surprised.

"Did your brain just overload again, my lord?"

"Have I?"

"I told you, don't read those novels that Lord Conrad sent you during your break. Especially you and Di..."

"Quiet! Sejanus! I'm not thinking about that!"

"I just...just..."

The Warmaster repeated the word on repeat like a broken generator.

Finally, he gave up on himself.

"Anyway, it's definitely nothing!"

"Let's go back! Go back! Just go back to the Vengeful Spirit."

"And then, then that: Abaddon! Remember to make an appointment for me to have my memory erased."

"what?"

The company commander, whose name was suddenly called, raised his holy face.

"why?"

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“Because it works!”

Bernard slammed his palm heavily on the wall for the third time, signaling his brothers beside him to keep quiet.

Damn it, if he had known this would happen, he would have drawn personnel from the companies that he knew well, instead of casting a wide net across the entire fleet. Now they have a situation where the soldiers don't know their generals, and the generals don't know their soldiers.

The Spider Queen's most trusted lieutenant covered his forehead with a headache.

"Listen, I'll say it one last time!"

He carefully controlled the tone of his voice: he had to ensure that it would shock the old foxes in front of him, but at the same time, it would not be heard by irrelevant people farther away: if these two points had to be met, it would definitely be a good idea to mention the Primarch's name in time.

"This is the order of the Primarch. She just gave me the order in person. The special event against the Federation of Kings has been cancelled. But you, the archaeologists in the Legion, have another use. You can redeem yourself. That is to rush into the collection vault in front of you and take out the two treasures that the Primarch wants."

"Are you sure?"

The most senior members of the team still seemed a little unconvinced.

"If I remember correctly: this is Sergeant Trazyn's workshop. He never allows outsiders to enter without permission."

"I know I know!"

Bernard hurried to calm people down.

"The Primarch knows as well: but she is in great need of certain antiques from Sergeant Trazyn's collection."

"But isn't Trazyn here now? He is following Lord Lana's expeditionary fleet to attack the Jingyuan Federation and hasn't returned yet. It will take at least a few months before we see him again. But the Primarch's needs are urgent. They will use these antiques tomorrow."

"So, we have to force the door, get past the mechanism and get the stuff out?"

"Yes, that's what it means."

Bernard nodded: He was glad that this time, no one in the team raised any objections.

"very good."

Morgan's lieutenant smiled.

"Listen carefully, we are looking for two statues from the ancient Terra period. The pictures have been sent to all of you: remember, they are all genuine and priceless. They must be dragged out intact."

"Any more questions?"

"No more? Great!"

Bernard shouted from the top of the building.

"Let's do it, brothers!"

"Let Senior Taraxin see that we students are better than our teachers!"

"My former students were able to break through the levels he set and steal his stuff!"

"Let him be proud of us!"

"Now, let's go!"

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"Everything is ready, load the bomb."

"Don't bother looking for the key. Let the Destroyer Squad help us open the door."

"We've thrown a few grenades over there, so that corner should be fine."