Emperor's Bane

Chapter 939 Coffin Book

Without a doubt, the Lord of Mankind has devoted far more effort to this Cyber ​​War than to any of the Revelations he has experienced before.

Whether it was the Spider Queen, who already knew the inner workings of the Emperor and the Empire, or Vulcan, who was still completely unaware, or Angron, they could all easily see through the truth of the matter.

There is no other reason.

The capital brought by the emperor was simply too much.

What better indicator of a gambler's determination than the amount of chips they invest?
At least that's what Morgan thinks.

She admitted that she did inherit some of the traits of the Lord of Man in a certain sense, such as her fondness for taking desperate gambles: although outsiders had always known the Spider Queen for her meticulousness and prudent actions, only she knew her own nature better than anyone else.

She knew very well that although she subjectively loathed the act of committing the main force of the Dawnbreaker Legion to the Web War, she was forced to do so entirely out of necessity. This was also one of the reasons why she could speak so freely in front of Vulcan and Angron, because the Spider Queen was actually somewhat self-destructive at the moment.

With Horus drawing his sword, the great rebellion was inevitable. Their long-held fears and preparations were now gradually becoming a reality and slipping out of their control. The Queen of Avalon saw this clearly. She knew that she could no longer be as all-encompassing as before, and some of the things she had worried about now seemed to be an inescapable fate.

This is no longer the time for words: what the empire needs is real action.

So, in front of Vulcan and Anglon, Morgan casually tore off her mask, exposing her true arrogance to her brothers: she had never liked perfect compromises from the beginning. Although manipulating others with words was indeed enjoyable, forcing a smile in front of others day after day to cater to their feelings or maintain her own image would be tiresome even for the Lord of Avalon.

Fortunately, she won't need it anymore.

There are no Primarchs who need her to rely on rhetoric to maintain relationships anymore, and she no longer needs to rack her brains to mediate conflicts between certain immature individuals. She can say those arrogant words as she pleases, just like any Primarch would do.

If this confuses Vulcan, or even makes him doubt Morgan's motives, then let him doubt them.

When faced with a real war, Morgan will use his actions to dispel the dragon lord's doubts.

Vulcan wasn't so stupid as to be unable to see reality.

Of course, that's not the whole reason.

Besides that, Morgan was also somewhat agitated.

She didn't know why, perhaps the internet amplified some kind of dark side of them?
But one thing is certain: Morgan's agitation stemmed from both the inevitability of the great rebellion and her pessimistic view of her own future. Just as Conrad had gone mad because of the future, Morgan was becoming increasingly anxious because of certain things.

Whether it was the Great Rebellion itself, the Warp Gods lurking in the shadows, or the safety of the Far Eastern Frontier while she was far from the real universe, all of these had caused the Dawnbreaker Legion great anxiety. But what was worst of all was that Morgan could derive pleasure from what she so despised as a desperate gamble.

She had to admit.

She felt a sense of pleasure when she decided to bet on the Dawnbreaker.

She knew this was wrong.

But she did feel... refreshed and invigorated.

That moment of joy and liberation: perhaps only the human sovereign who passed on this vice to her could understand.

Although the initial joy is followed by the pain of waiting for the cards to flip and the sadness about the future, the Primarch is then faced with the prospect of his cards turning upside down.

The Spider Queen knew it all too well.

She was gambling.

Betting the same card with the Emperor.

If they lose, they will be doomed.

But if she wins: will the Spider Queen have a better ending?
You should know that she was sharing the spoils with the Emperor.

He might indeed give Morgan anything, just as the Spider Queen herself boasted to Vulcan: if Morgan were willing to ask the Emperor, the Lord of Man would indeed give her everything in the real universe, since these things were worthless to the Emperor himself, and they were not what the Emperor wanted.

No, it wouldn't even be a gift.

This will only be a forced transfer.

Walking through the net, Morgan, being a psionic, saw things more clearly than her two brothers.

When the Spider Queen saw how those towering ancient relics stood proudly before her, stretching for far greater distances than she had anticipated, Morgan realized one thing that couldn't be simpler: the current size, population, and technology of the human empire made it absolutely impossible for them to maintain such a galactic spectacle.

Even if the Web can be repaired, the human empire lacks the technology to maintain it, let alone the ability to continuously invest massive amounts of resources into it. In other words, if the Web can be obtained through physical means, humanity will eventually lose it, perhaps over thousands of years or as short as a few generations.

Morgan even suspected that even the Eldar Empire at its peak could not have done this.

Because many sections of the network are so decayed that they can be traced back tens of millions of years, to the glorious and prosperous era when the Eldar Empire proclaimed itself paradise.

The Spider Queen also believed that her genetic father could not possibly have been unaware of this.

So, what methods would the emperor use?

This question doesn't require much thought.

Because in the hands of the emperor, there is only one thing that can suppress the entire network.

That's who he is.

Long ago, the Lord of Mankind revealed the existence of the Golden Throne to Morgan and hinted at its connection to the Web: if the Emperor could place his power on the Golden Throne, he could indeed maintain the existence of the entire Web, surpassing the entire human race in his power.

Then a new problem comes again.

Without a doubt, the Emperor is the core of the Empire and the only reason why the human race can remain united. On the day he ascends the Golden Throne, he will naturally lose control of the real universe, and at least he will no longer be able to manipulate all things as before.

So, who will replace him?

Malcador?
No, the fifty years since Ulano have made the shortcomings of the Sealholder and his High Lord Council clear.

They are competent subjects, but the fate of all humanity and the empire must never be entrusted to them.

Their loyalty was beyond question; however, their abilities in many areas were indeed insufficient, and they could not become the absolute core that ensured the long-term stability of the empire.

So, who else could it be?

【…】

This is a question that doesn't require much thought, is it?

Similarly, this answer is also the source of Morgan's troubles.

If helping the Emperor win the gambling reward is merely becoming the next Macado.

How could Morgan possibly be happy?
She knew better than anyone what kind of life the Seal Holder had been living all these years.

At the same time, she knew better than anyone that taking over the current human empire was by no means a good thing. The Spider Queen of today was no longer the naive and ambitious woman she was after the Nukelia incident. She realized the pain and torment that lay beneath the glorious power of the emperor, and that behind the golden throne were chains that bound freedom.

That's not what Morgan wanted.

But now: things seem to be out of her control.

Just like all those other trivial things.

They were completely beyond her control.

Their appearance had nothing to do with her.

But ironically, they require her to put in effort, to rack her brains and struggle, and to gamble with her precious assets.

Even so, if he were to achieve a resounding victory, Morgan would not be rewarded with satisfactory compensation; instead, he would likely face even more hard work and responsibility.

But she couldn't escape.

Given this, how could she possibly maintain that composure in front of Vulcan and Anglon? Merely offering verbal complaints was already strong evidence of the Spider Queen's good mentality.

Just like she said before

Regardless of her verbal complaints, she is indeed now leading the essence of the entire Dawnbreaker Legion, standing on the battlefield called the Net Path, fighting for the future of humanity.

For this reason alone, no one has the right to condemn her loyalty.

Vulcan won't work either.

He'll figure it out.

But more likely, he will forget about it sooner.

Just like it is now.

The Spider Queen turned her head slightly to the side.

From her perspective, she could see that her two brothers had moved on from the conversation and were no longer bothered by Morgan's earlier boasts, but were instead drawn to something more important.

The Emperor's army appeared on the horizon, gradually revealing its full form before them. It was a terrifying force of destruction, an iron army capable of making the entire galaxy weep. They proved the immense power of the Lord of Mankind and the determination the Emperor had poured into this war.

Even the well-informed Primarch couldn't help but marvel.
“I have never seen my father command such a large army on the battlefield: not even in Ulanno.”

Vulcan's sentiments were silently echoed by his two blood brothers, both of whom had experienced Ulanoro and knew that the Lord of Fire Dragons' words were true.

However, Anglong still had some objections.

"But its quantity is unsatisfactory."

The Lord of the World Devourers frowned.

“Look at them. The army the Emperor brought is indeed elite and powerful, but their numbers are not large, at least not enough for the enemy Comoros. I admit that the Emperor brought countless sharp blades for breakthroughs, but where are the pillars for stabilizing the front line? They are also an important part of a battle.”

"We can't rely on our legion, can we?"

"Five hundred thousand Astartes is a lot, but they are not enough to fill a front of the size of Comoros."

You're mistaken, Angron.

With her arms crossed over her chest, the Spider Queen bluntly denied her brother's existence.

She raised her chin, gesturing towards the emperor's army.

Before complaining about the number of troops, let's look at the cards our father brought with him.

"..."

Angron responded with silence. For the next while, the three Primarchs remained silent, watching as each legion of the Emperor's army appeared in their field of vision, weighing the value of these ironclad forces and judging the war to come from their own perspectives: just as most Astartes warriors were doing.

The first thing that catches the eye is the Imperial Guard's 10,000-man regiment.

The real one: a regiment of ten thousand men.

The square formations, composed of the Sentinel Corps, the Iron Cavalry Corps, and the Thunderclap Corps, would arrive at their designated positions in units of one hundred men each, their footsteps echoing in unison. The Shield Guard Company Commander and the Blade Champions would linger on either side of the formation; they were the most basic command level in the Ten Thousand Men Regiment. The elite Watchers and Standard-Bearers were rarely seen, but even amidst the continuous golden torrent, their figures would still be instantly noticeable to onlookers.

Behind the infantry formation, the Skyhawk and Achilles Terminator armors possessed a breathtaking aesthetic, and the Rasm Storm Bomb Guns they wielded were something even Angron, standing beside Morgan, couldn't help but envy. And there were hundreds of such warriors; heaven knows where the Emperor found so many ruthless killers.

But compared to the fallen army further back, even the Terminators paled in comparison: anyone with even a slight understanding of war or machinery could not remain unmoved in the face of the Galatus and Tramon, two fearless mechs. Their presence was comparable to the greatest firepower platforms in the galaxy. When hundreds of such warriors gathered together, Morgan even felt that the Titans and Knights further back were superfluous, although she knew it was a foolish statement.

Behind the endless infantry formations lies the true power of the Imperial Guard's 10,000-man regiment.

Kronos-type suspended transport vehicle.

The mythical bird-shaped hover tank.

Falcon-type jet motorcycle.

Morning Eagle jet motorcycle.

Pallas-class hovercraft.

Holy Land Raider Tank.

Orion-class attack transport ship.

There were also Ares-class gunboats providing support.

Hundreds of golden war machines gracefully traversed the gloomy sky of the Web, their sharpness undiminished even by the suppression inherited over tens of millions of years. Their weapon racks and cannon muzzles displayed secret technologies that none of the Primarchs had ever heard of. Not to mention that even the seemingly most ordinary Holy Land Raiders were equipped with ancient and mysterious God-type teleporters.

Yes, literally.

It can make the cumbersome Rand Raider disappear in a burst of dazzling golden light, and in the next second, teleport directly to the face of a panicked opponent.

In addition, Morgan knew another thing.

Perhaps this is just a rumor: but the machine spirits of those war machines serving the Imperial Guard always seem to be more [intelligent].

She hoped the two people beside her didn't know about it.

But it seems there's no need to worry about them.

Both Anglon and Vulcan were completely absorbed in the magnificent scene before them.

"This is... a 10,000-man regiment?"

After a long silence, the Lord of Fire Dragons finally raised the question that had been on his mind, in the most shaken tone of his life.

I think so.

Morgan answered him.

The Primarch, known for his calculations, blinked.

I just did a headcount: at least ten thousand people.

Our genetic father did indeed bring over the best of the Imperial Guard's elite troops.

"But... what about the palace?"

The Lord of Fire Dragons seemed hesitant.

"Could it be that the news was wrong?"

"The Imperial Guards number far more than ten thousand."

No: The number of the 10,000-man regiment is accurate.

Morgan calmly shook his head.

I can assure you, brother, that even if the Emperor's Golden Warriors number more than ten thousand, it's not by much.

Vulcan nodded.

Despite Morgan's lack of evidence, he instinctively chose to believe Morgan's words.

The Spider Queen's boastful words still lingered in the Fire Dragon Lord's mind. He knew better than anyone that Morgan's words were true: the Lord of Avalon's attitude in this war might still be ambiguous, but his understanding of the Emperor and the Empire was indeed far superior to that of any of her blood brothers.

As for Terra Palace...

Morgan paused for a moment.

Let us pray for Makado.

It seems that in the Emperor's mind, the safety of Terra Palace is far less important than the victory here.

"This is real?"

Vulcan was still somewhat incredulous.

"It should be true."

This time, it was Angron who answered him.

"Although I am not sure how much power the real Imperial Guard actually possesses, I do know that the Emperor has indeed brought all his cards with him."

"Look further ahead, my brothers."

Vulcan looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw more.

"what is that?"

The Lord of Fire Dragons asked in astonishment.

He saw a sea of ​​steel gleaming in the light, and beneath the red manes fluttering in the wind were armor and faces that Vulcan was all too familiar with. But at this moment, the Lord of Fire Dragons hesitated to draw any conclusions: for he had never imagined that this legion would be so large, just as no one would expect an axe to be made of real gold.

The Silent Nun.

Morgan answered without any surprise.

They always followed the Imperial Guards, but to be honest, my brothers, I've never seen so many.

How many nuns of silence are there here?

Anglong touched his brow.

I don't know: but at least ten thousand.

"And what are those things further away?"

Those are the Christian Guard, but I doubt they'll be assigned combat duties.

The real fighting is from further back: look up at the horizon, my brothers.

Have you seen them?

"Saw."

Angron nodded.

"Those are... knights?"

【Yes. 】

Morgan also narrowed his eyes.

That label should belong to the Villidion family.

"I remember them being very strong."

[They are indeed not weak, but what you should really be observing are the large creatures behind those knights.]

"Titans? Is that the Firebee Legion?"

【more than.】

Look at those around them; the Titan legion the Emperor brought is far more than just Firebee: those huge creatures walking behind Firebee are the Emperor's true trump card.

"..."

The two Primarchs looked over in response.

But soon, they frowned.

What are they?

Angron expressed his bewilderment: he seemed to have never encountered such a Titan legion before.

That was an ominous sign from the Religious Order.

Morgan sighed.

It was a mixture of emotion and anger.

[Our father's true coffin money.]

"One hundred War Titans?"

No, it's one hundred: Psionic Titans.

(End of this chapter)