Emperor's Bane

Chapter 28 Magnus

In the farthest millennium.

Knowledge literally eats you up.

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"Is it all over, Father?"

Standing in the corridor in front of the secret room protected by the symbol of Sosmeth, Magnus could see Ahriman's deep, dark face, which was a typical face belonging to the Achaemenids , under the bare outer cortex are very three-dimensional facial features, making the eyes look too sunken into the face, and the nose is big and pointed.

Under the flickering lights, Ahriman's face was like smooth bark.

"Yes, Ahriman, my boy."

"It's all over."

Magnus could hear his own voice, it was the great ambition that emerged after escaping the catastrophe, and it was also the confidence built to inspire his heirs.

"Flesh mutation..."

"Don't mention it anymore, it has been completely wiped out by me, just like the legion destroyed on the ancient battlefield, like the crown rolled down in the burning palace, no one will praise them anymore, their History is over and isn't going anywhere."

"I ended the curse carried in the gene-seed, and reorganized the harmony of the flesh and blood of the Legion. Forget about it, don't mention them again, don't mention them to anyone, not even the Emperor... my father."

Magnus' large hand rested on Ahriman's shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't save your brother, but everything is over now, Ahriman, even if the possibility of a stable future is only one in ten trillion, I have already grasped this probability, and nothing will happen again, The Thousand Sons Legion is completely safe."

Ahriman's gaze was like a torch, and there was a kind of unconvinced scrutiny in it, but after a short look at the father of genes, he finally lowered his head.

"Yes, Father, I believe in you."

"Okay, then let's not talk about it again."

I see……"

"Father."

"Father."

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"Father--!"

Magnus suddenly widened his eyes, his will seemed to wake up suddenly from a deep sleep, and he realized that he was caught in a gamble.

Yes... the game... the stakes are...

"Father... save..."

The voice was almost exhausted, and Magnus lowered his head almost belatedly. It took him a while to remember the name of Kozot, and then he couldn't remember it anymore, he couldn't remember it at all. No logical connection could be established between the humble offspring in the book and this loathsome slime monster.

Until now, Magnus just woke up like a dream. He finally regained the thinking logic belonging to the Primarch from the impact of the scene and words in front of him.

Then, his mouth became dry subconsciously, because he wanted to understand what the words of the monster in front of him meant in an instant.

He remembered.

"You... it's you..."

"It was you who helped me save my legion!"

There was only despair in the Primarch's voice, and those dusty memories flooded in like a flood.

Magnus did not have the ability to save the Thousand Sons and curb the mutation of flesh and blood at all. He just ran around like a headless chicken in the subspace, and finally obtained a piece of grace, a costly medicine.

The self-confidence and arrogance that have always been are nothing but a flashy sandcastle built on forgetfulness and self-deception. Even the first wave of reality is enough to completely wipe it out.

【save? 】

[No, I just postponed the end. 】

The voice laughed, it was swimming like a real giant snake, but it didn't move forward or back at all, and when it saw a silver-white figure emerge from the crack behind Magnus When it was time, it laughed more happily.

[And now, the end is coming. 】

[Magnus from Prospero, you have enjoyed so long, so long a falsehood, now it is time to witness the real reality. 】

[Your legion will fall apart, your kingdom will be burned to nothing, and everything about you will be remembered in the minds of thousands of people in the name of failure and rebellion! 】

The sharp piercing screams filled Magnus' ears, piercing Magnus' eardrums and mind mercilessly. He only saw the burning Prospero and Tizca, his The sons and legions struggled in vain in the flames, twisted into monsters, and fell by the guns by the thousands.

This scene was so real, Magnus was trying in vain to grab something, his hands were clenched tightly, but he could only hear the piercing shouts filling every inch of his body, and he could only feel the sticky blood cloth Full of hands and fingertips.

"No...no...no..."

"Please...please! I beg you! No!"

[Pleading is useless, Magnus, when you and I complete this deal, it is destined to end at this time, even if it is not now, it will be someday in the future. 】

"No! I have never made such a deal with you! I will not trade my son for anything!"

【Is it……】

【Looks like you swore not to hurt any of your sons? 】

"Of course!"

Magnus screamed this truth with all his strength, and the Primarch heard only a sound like bone and flesh being crushed.

It seemed to be looking at something, but it just smiled sarcastically.

[That day will eventually come, Magnus, you are just a moth to a flame, and there will be a moment when you will burn yourself out. 】

【I am waiting for you. 】

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When Morgan walked in gradually, she found that the vain snake was gradually disappearing, and at the moment when it disappeared completely, she only saw a weird smile.

Afterwards, Morgan looked down, and she finally fully saw the scene in front of her.

She saw a pair of armor, an empty and disused armor, the patterns and carvings on it showed that its owner was a son of Magnus.

And the owner of this armor... is on the side.

The huge Primarch of the No.15 Legion was kneeling on the ground at this time, with his head lowered, trembling from time to time, and his mouth kept telling his worries about the future and the present.

And the son of Magnus is here, specifically in the hands of Magnus.

This pathetic guy has become a monster through and through, and he is firmly pinched by his genetic father, kneaded, beaten and crushed almost unconsciously. Morgan can even see those bones and How the skin was slowly kneaded to pieces by the power of Magnus in an unconscious murmur.

None of this is an illusion.

The screams and wailing that Magnus heard were the last cry for help that Kozot uttered when he was crushed to death.

The bursts of blood that Magnus felt were the bursts of blood that gushed out of Kozot when he was crushed to pieces alive.

When Magnus roared that "Of course", the power of his whole body expanded uncontrollably, completely ending the life of this poor Thousand Sons Warrior.

Morgan took a slight step back, and she began to wonder what the original state of the gene was.

And in the dead silence, even the slightest sound was enough to startle Magnus.

The Primarch raised his head, his face was completely occupied by pain and confusion, his eyes trembled, he looked at his hands, and at the endless blood belonging to his heir.

"What to do... what's going on... what to do..."

Morgan held her scepter, and all she could feel was an unimaginably dangerous aura coming from the Primarch before her eyes.

Magnus' eyes seemed to be aroused by the blood and bones on his hands, and he seemed to realize what he was doing, so when his eyes slowly moved to Morgan.

Morgan only felt it in those huge, desolate pupils...

Killing intent.

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Magnus wanted to kill her.

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"What's going on... what to do... what's going on... what to do"

Magnus slowly raised his hand, whistling unimaginable psychic power over it, he kept talking to himself, as if he was questioning himself, and Morgan.

And at this moment, facing the deadly attack preparation of the Primarch, Morgan's heart was only occupied by an unimaginable cold thought.

She used her own power, the power she could use to usurp the depths of the opponent's heart. She used this power to become a once-in-a-lifetime confidant and confidant in front of Perturabo.

But now, after seeing Magnus's heart clearly, there is no fear in Morgan's pupils.

She spoke.

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[Then forget it. 】

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"........."

【…】

"……what?"

【I said, forget it then. 】

Morgan stepped forward resolutely and arrogantly, which made the Primarch hesitate instead.

[Forget it, forget about this matter. 】

She grabbed Magnus' arm and pressed it down slowly but surely.

【You don’t need to feel guilty, you don’t need to be responsible, no matter what happens, it’s not your fault, it’s not your intention or thought. 】

【You can forget it, you can throw it away, you can put it on the shelf - of course you can. 】

【this is not your fault. 】

[Magnus, this is not your fault. 】

[It's not your fault. 】

Morgan's voice was very soft, but with a kind of almost strong guidance, one of her arms slowly suppressed the psychic power of Magnus' fingertips, while the other was on the broad back and neck of the Primarch. roam.

[Relax, forget about it, let the blood on your hands no longer exist, they have nothing to do with you, you don’t know anything, you don’t think of anything, you lost a son of the legion, he was involved in the subspace in the endless waves. 】

【It's none of your business. 】

"Yeah... none of my business."

"I... did nothing wrong."

【Of course you didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a phantom, it’s just a haze hoarded by non-existent nightmares. 】

Morgan repeated her own words, and she began to see an illusory figure appearing unsteadily around Magnus, as if it was an engraved, blurred Magnus.

That was the soul of the Primarch, and when his will was so weak and wavering, his soul was clearly not better protected.

"But... but the flesh and blood mutation..."

[That will be resolved, won't it? 】

[You still have time, you still have a chance, there is no need to be in such a hurry, and the last moment is not yet reached. 】

[Leave it to the future, you will find a way. 】

"Yes, in the future, I will find a way."

"Leave it to the future, to the Great Expedition, and I will find a solution..."

"I still have time..."

Magnus was talking to himself, maybe he didn't listen to Morgan's more words at all, he just simply grasped the one or two words, the words he needed.

Like an alcoholic who wants to say no, he just needs a valid reason to take the first sip.

When Magnus got this reason, he almost immediately started talking more to himself, reassuring himself, enjoying the future, as he once did: let it all flow from his Memory fades, using his psychic powers to do so.

Of course he can.

The Primarch gradually immersed himself in self-persuasion, while Morgan looked at other things.

The soul of Magnus.

She stretched out her hand, touched it cautiously at first, and then took out some lightly. Then, she heard the cry, and she saw the Primarch trembling and falling down, talking to herself that she solved the flesh and blood mutation. Albert.

She knew that when Magnus woke up again, he would know nothing, and he would run away from the question again, as he had done before.

He will avoid it again and again until the problem becomes an inescapable nightmare.

But what did that matter to her?

Morgan just raised his staff high, and slowly stretched out a sharp blade from the end of the staff.

Then, she swung down mercilessly.

(End of this chapter)