Emperor's Bane

Chapter 20 Wisdom
"Everything about the Thousand Sons Legion was created by the great Magnus, from our organization, our purpose, our tactics, and even our soul, everything is according to the father of our genes The most perfect work born of will and knowledge."

"He saved the Legion and reshaped it."

Ahriman walked in the forefront, and Morgan could see the continuous lights drawing a long snow-white curve on his dark skull, and the voice of Captain Thousand Sons was full of undisguised joy, which was a compliment to himself. Sincere blessings for the great gift of the best mortal friend.

"One, three, six, ten, you can see these numbers anywhere in the legion, because numbers are the most convenient carrier that can carry the wisdom of human sages, and they are the most quintessential product of thought in human civilization."

"Three Orders, Three Orders; Six Schools, Ten Societies; One Soothsayer, Magnus, Our Great Gene-Father; One Holy One, Our Highest Emperor Your Majesty, all of these constitute the Thousand Sons Legion."

(The Thousand Sons Legion originally had six schools and ten associations, but the sixth [Skyhawk] school was exiled at the end of the Great Crusade because it summoned demons privately; another society was in the Kamenka Tri-Star Battle during the Great Crusade It was completely lost, and the organization was wiped out, so when the general burning, Qianzi only had five schools and nine societies.)
"Three sects: the sect of jackals, which remembers death and brews new blood; the sect of the blind, who sees all directions and listens to all directions; the sect of destruction, which explores mysteries and makes plans. They are in charge of training, intelligence and staff. Maybe you will There will be intersections with them, so you don’t need to be too nervous, just deal with it with a normal work mentality.”

"Next are three monasteries: Amidala who strikes like thunder, Scarab who is indestructible, and Kenny Tai who is unparalleled in swordsmanship. They are special forces on the battlefield. The first is responsible for quick strikes, and the second One is a tactical fearless armored unit, and the third is a group of swordsmen who are connected with each other. These characters are all elites and true executors. Their tempers may not be very good, which needs attention. "

As he spoke, Ahriman turned his head, and his eyes gradually drifted to the staff in Morgan's hand. It was a creation of two black gemstones intertwined together, and there was a giant flying between the fangs of vipers roaring at each other. The pearl that blooms with blue and purple light serves as the core of the magic weapon.

"Good spell-casting props, but unfortunately it's still not enough... I mean, I remember you know some sword skills?"

[It’s just a little understanding of some mortal skills, which I learned in the royal court in the secular world. 】

Morgan shook the staff, and a curved blade protruded from one side.

"That's good. Although you and I are both powerful psykers, the most basic martial arts still need to be practiced. You can come to me, or Hathor. Although those guys from the Bright Feather School are arrogant, they can still do it well." Talking, as for Kenny Tai...they are a little too arrogant."

The company commander of the Thousand Sons was muttering complicatedly like a teacher who just took up his duties. He carefully disassembled everything about the Thousand Sons Legion, mixed with the most subtle and detailed words in his mouth, and input them bit by bit. Entering Morgan's ears, the figures of the Astartes and the mortal female officer appeared one after another on the crimson wall of the corridor, and their communication was accompanied along the way.

Until they finally passed through the bright corridor covered with crimson and brilliant gold, dotted with scarabs and endless spirals, and came to the holy place of Magnus: the core of the ray of light.

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The 28th Expeditionary Fleet is the pride of the Imperial Navy, and also the mobile kingdom of the Prosperians in the void, and Magnus's ship [Voice of Light] is naturally the most graceful queen in the kingdom, the brightest Pearl.

Unlike any of her sisters, at the request of the Lord Prospero, this Glory Queen belonging to the Thousand Sons Legion was built into a slender and beautiful dignified beauty. , without the hustle and bustle of war and death, nor the pomp and luxury of the flagship of the Emperor's Children [Emperor's Pride]. Magnus's ship, like himself, was never famous for its violent power, The Thousand Sons used the accumulation of countless classics to make it exude the brilliance of wisdom, bathed in the divine will of Magnus.

Under the leadership of Ahriman, Morgan finally stepped into the most sacred part of the kingdom of the thousand sons. Even most of the Astartes who inherited the blood of Magnus did not have this honor.

"See it, this is the will of Magnus, this is the silent cry of the laws of physics, this is the living embodiment of Tizca in the void, this is... the heaven of meditation."

Ahriman's voice was full of undoubted fanaticism. Perhaps on weekdays, he was known far and wide for his calmness, gentleness and occasionally maddening arrogance, but Morgan knew very well that this rising Thousand Sons Legion Just how much Nova adores his genetic father.

He is always imitating Magnus, which is unintentional imitation, just like Magnus is always unintentionally imitating the emperor, in essence, it is just a fantasy produced by two children from their own perspective .

But despite these unnecessary elements, the Sanctuary of Magnus itself is enough to amaze anyone, even an Astartes.

Morgan saw that she was in an almost illusory pyramid. This scene was obviously a perfect replica of the magnificent pyramids in Prospero's capital Tizca. This space was full of geometric principles and Unbelievable angles change his appearance. Sometimes, it seems to be completely transparent. Morgan can even see unsuspecting guards passing by outside the space, and more often, people from this small world The sky is constantly changing, sometimes it is a forest, sometimes it is a park, and more often it is a huge library, filled with cool breeze, warm lights and the scent of wood accumulated in the books.

Ahriman started to move, and he stepped on the long road in the center of the space with ease. This slender path contains slow slopes, so that Magnus at the end can stand in front of his throne, at the first Time to see every visitor.

On both sides of the road, there is the only actual decoration in this space: it is a mosaic-style spiral floor, and all materials are derived from black and white crystal fragments collected from Prospero's underground cave. , allowing the Primarch to feel a breath of home in the farthest corners of the galaxy.

When they got a little closer to Magnus' throne, these black and white spirals took on a new role. Through the perspective of psionic power, Morgan could see characters floating in the center of those spirals, that The characters written are the names of some Thousand Sons: they are either the lecturers of the church from various societies, or the powerful figures in the orders and monasteries, and it is those who hold important positions and are closely related to the Primarch. Together with Gnus, he commands the backbone elite of the Legion.

What's more interesting is that these spirals near the center are all moving, driven by some kind of force beyond the laws of physics. Morgan can see that the spiral marked with Ahriman's name is moving forward slowly, and is gradually heading towards Those innermost circles.

"Father believes that nothing should be eternal like truth, so that everyone's position is shifted according to his latest rights, status and authority, except the most central point, which is our eternal The correct Primarch itself."

[Everything is changing, do you think so? 】

"Quite right, isn't it?"

Ahriman's chuckle blocked Morgan's doubts, because when the silver-haired lady blinked, she found that she didn't seem to have any reason to point it out any further.

Let them go.

Morgan thought so, and then she was taken to the very center of the Great Pyramid. Unlike other places, the center of the room symbolizing Magnus's status was decorated with a different kind of floor:

That is a sun.

An incomparably cold, yet shining sun.

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There was a silent smile on the corner of the mouth surrounded by silver hair.

What did she say.

Two little guys blind to their own world.

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"You are late, Ahriman."

A few people were already standing there, and Morgan saw Atawa: he greeted the mortal lady as affectionately as if he were a true friend.

And Hathor: he had good manners, but not much genuine affection, in fact he voluntarily stood on the outer edge of the inner circle, and seemed to have little interest in even the small talk between the Astartes.

After that came a few unfamiliar characters, and Atawa introduced them enthusiastically: These are the Thousand Sons warriors who explored Zarujin City together, and their spiritual world was damaged by Sitan's invasion, so Magnus took them with him, vowing to find a cure for everyone in the Warp.

But this is not the case for Ahriman: the commander of the Thousand Sons was given the qualification by the Primarch to explore the vast ocean with him because of his outstanding performance in the operation of Dawn Star. A great reward unmatched by Glory.

"Have you been to the Great Ocean, little one?"

Atava spoke, and he always liked to smile, which made him the diplomatic part of the Legion.

[Not counting, but there was a brief glimpse. 】

"For beginners, that is indeed a bit dangerous."

Atawa couldn't help laughing, he patted Morgan on the shoulder, and began to describe a fertile sea full of knowledge and unknown in his mouth.

Whether it is about the mysteries of time and space, or the exploration of countless relics, or even looking for traces of civilization that may exist in the subspace...Of course, sometimes it will be accompanied by some small dangers, but in a mature soul In the face of power, those are psoriasis.

Morgan could see the most genuine and sincere light in Atawa's eyes, and she saw the same thing in the eyes of everyone present.

"There are even creatures, wonderful beings that live in the Warp, intelligent and friendly."

【……biology? 】

Atawa's latest words finally made Morgan couldn't help asking questions.

"Yes, biology. Maybe the Skyhawk School is more authoritative in this regard, but they are not here, but it doesn't matter. Ahriman also has deep research."

Along with Atawa's boast, Morgan could see a distorted smile mixed with self-satisfaction and humility on Ahriman's face, as well as Hathor's displeased soft hum.

Ahriman spoke immediately.

"Guardian elves, that's what we call them."

Morgan could hear the smug voice of the Captain of the Thousand Sons.

"We use some means to make the fragments of the original creators who are not conscious in the warp available to us, and become entities and functions according to our wishes."

"The legion is researching all of this. If the research goes well, we can even allow every member of the legion to have their own guardian spirit. Believe me, it can really do a lot of things."

【It sounds dangerous. Going deep into the unknown ocean to find wisdom and civilization is like the opening words of a story about a difficult adventure. 】

"But there's always real treasure in adventure stories, isn't there?"

The Thousand Sons laughed.

"And it's not that dangerous."

Ahriman continued to explain, and then he mentioned Magnus, and the voice began to worship.

"The father of our genes once explored the edge of the subspace, where he carried out the greatest exploration and adventure, and accomplished unimaginable feats. Now we are just following the route he left, in shallow water Just wandering around."

[The edge of the subspace?It sounds really charming. 】

Her words seemed to have some kind of magical power, making every Thousand Sons enjoy discussing these taboo topics in daily life, and once the cage that imprisoned their own language was opened, the words of scholars were always surprisingly large.

"Yes, the edge of the Warp, where our Gene-Father went, to..."

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"To untie and reshape the silk threads that bind them, to erase the destroyed future, and let each of my descendants become the master of their own destiny again."

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With a thunderous sound, Magnus appeared.

The Primarch appeared almost out of nowhere, standing within five meters of the Ion-Childs, listening to everyone's salute with a smile.

As if recalling something, the Primarch could not help touching his empty right eye socket.

"Okay, everyone, there is no need to be too polite. At this moment, we are all scholars seeking knowledge."

Saying so, the Primarch has come to his own position, with a slight wave of his red arm, thousands of halos emerge from all parts of the pyramid, they are constantly expanding, and in their curtains Then there was a dark starry sky.

"Get ready, my servants."

The Primarch's voice sounded from the depths of everyone's soul, and Morgan squinted his eyes, reciting the spell to make himself look indistinguishable from ordinary people.

It was difficult, but fortunately Magnus didn't pay much attention to her, the Primarch was making his own remarks out of habit.

"We are always criticized, some of my brothers, even ignorant mortals who think our actions are foolish and reckless, but don't know that these words apply more to themselves."

"Now, relax, my children, and let me guide you into the Sea of ​​Souls."

"Don't be nervous, everyone, you can forget the troubles and rumors of the world here."

"After all, what we are doing is not depravity, but..."

"sublimation."

　The so-called guardian elves are demons.

　　By the time the original book was burned, the Thousand Sons Legion already had a "guardian elf" in their hands.

　　To be honest, when I first saw this, I was also very confused. I can actually play with such flowers~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)