Emperor's Bane

Chapter 3 Hunger
hunger.

pain.

This is the most intuitive feeling, and also the most destructive instinct, even the nascent Primarch cannot always resist such crazy power.

She felt, hungry.

There is also pain, which comes from the brain, which appears and disappears from time to time, which is annoying.

The dirty but extremely delicious soul named [Erebus] failed to soothe the void deep in her soul. Instead, it completely released the frozen ice flood like the first rain in early spring.

Hunger, the most primal instinct, kept roaring in her mind, demanding to be satisfied.

Morgan frowned.

In this roar, she clearly heard some distant laughter mixed in, the laughter was neither male nor female, full of obsequious obsequiousness and hunger, like an evil courtier ridiculed to be poisoned by it the king.

Amidst the maniacal laughter, she could faintly hear some deep whispers, like a hypocritical mother lamenting her dedication and hard work, and asking for her surrender and joy as a matter of course.

And every second that this laughter lasted, her hunger expanded by a fraction, constantly destroying her sanity, longing to turn her into some indescribable beast.

She had to deal with it, at least find a way to temporarily suppress it.

【soul】

She could hear the voice yearning for something, and this yearning had become the best motivation at this moment, urging her to stagger away from the spot, and finally walked towards the messy ruins of the battlefield.

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Under the bloody sunset in the wild world, Morgan was walking.

Even the craziest and most deviant artist in the galaxy can't imagine such a scene:
A baby is walking in the dead cold wind. She is walking on the ancient battlefield like this. A fiery newborn heart advances among countless bones, just like a priest inspecting his own temple.

In front of this bone priest, there are countless strange-shaped snowflakes, which seem to be wandering in mid-air with the stern wind, unwilling to melt for a long time.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that the carvings on these so-called [snowflakes] are not pure white, but countless screaming, distorted faces, each of which represents a soul that died in vain on the battlefield.

Some of them are pure white, like innocent guards, some are the opposite to the extreme black, exuding a chilling and tyrannical atmosphere, and most of them are mottled and mixed with black and white—in any case, they are all now Just powerless and resentful nothingness.

Thousands of distorted souls floated in front of Morgan like this. They whirled, wailed, and cursed and cursed this extraordinary baby in unidentifiable languages, because they died for her.

It was quite a meal.

So, she stretched out her invisible hand, grabbed one easily, and carefully observed the sharp appearance and hideous face on it.

Although her memory is still fragmented and fuzzy, it seems that some irresistible force is preventing her from pursuing her past experiences, but those innate knowledge reserves open the door to her without hesitation: a glance at the food she is about to enjoy Food, her mind automatically identified the masters of these souls:

They belong to some kind of [alien].

Thinking of [Alien], an impulse full of killing and destruction surged in her heart, and along with this impulse, the pain in her mind became more intense, making her frown uncontrollably.

Suppressing these chaotic thoughts, and temporarily shielding the distant laughter, Morgan closed his eyes, and quietly threw the alien soul into his mouth.

The taste can only be said to be very reluctant, far less delicious than that [Erebus], but it can satisfy the hunger, and the pain in her mind seems to have eased a little.

So, this is [the first one]

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【No. 14】

【No. 15】

【No. 16】

Morgan licked the corner of his mouth.

She was sitting in the very center of this ancient battlefield, clutching the delicious food called soul in her hands. At first, she just munched wantonly. After she was a little full, she slowed down and began to feel the taste of her lips and teeth carefully. The taste of the room.

The superhuman thinking ability of the Primarch gradually unsealed and flowed with the continuous influx of energy. It took her a while to read and organize the thousands of memory fragments and chaotic knowledge in her brain.

As her will became clearer, the soul of the Primarch could even temporarily float away from her body and come to the sky. Relying on the excellent perspective here, Morgan began to observe the world she was in, and soon I understood everything in front of me.

She looked around and saw ruins everywhere, dead silence and desolation. The so-called civilization had turned into corpses and gunpowder smoke, scattered all over the vast land and among the burning forests.

This world was once full of vitality until it was completely destroyed by the weapons and malice carried by the war. She tried her best to climb up and look far away, only to find a vague shadow of a village on the skyline, but it was also submerged in thick smoke.

But that's none of her business, what she needs now are clothes that can cover her body, means to protect herself, and souls, more souls, she needs to eat as many of them as possible to relieve the pain of her brain, To fill the endless hunger, to gain more knowledge and power.

Those in strange armor, who called themselves the Word Bearers, wanted to hurt her, an unknown number, and she had to use every means to protect herself.

【No. 67】

【No. 68】

【No. 69】

These alien souls are fragile and delicious. When she chewed them in handfuls, she could get a hint of sweetness from them. Delicious snacks like this are now all over the sky, wandering in the layers of bones. Above, the wails and screams before death emanated.

After swallowing another wave of soul, Morgan moved her limbs and found that they could already withstand running and throwing, so she picked up a dagger from the shattered corpse, swung it twice, and began to move towards the last bone of the corpse. Move forward in dense places.

A moment later, she was already wrapped in a tailored dress and a few trinkets. After satisfying the most basic sense of shame, she continued to eat.

【No. 251】

【No. 252】

【No. 253】

Under the urging of instinct and hunger, she continued to devour those howling souls, until she couldn't count how many she had devoured, until the sound of temporary satisfaction faintly rang out in the ocean of consciousness, until her spirit finally Energized enough to discover the true gems of these souls.

Peeling back the walls of thousands of howling bodies, Morgan discovered three interesting things.

Those were three particularly gigantic souls. Compared to those miserable mud balls of the same kind, they apparently maintained a body similar to that of their lifetime. The two whiter ones were glaring at her, while the more sinful one could hardly hide himself of fear.

"We can talk."

The pitch-black alien like a slave owner had just spit out its begging, and was pierced by Morgan's fingertips without hesitation. She threw the howling guy into her mouth, only feeling that its taste was similar to that of Eriba's. S is the closest.

"You vicious beast!"

Witnessing this scene, the well-dressed white alien finally poured out a vicious curse.

"The Council of Prophets has long known of your coming, and the greatest prophets tremble for your dark future, we have mobilized all Guardians and Rangers, Fire Dragons and Howling Banshees, and even powerful Nether Constructs !"

"This should have killed you, should have ended your humble and filthy life, strangled your fate at the edge of the wild stars! If it weren't for these ignorant fellows, these ignorant compatriots, and this damned Depraved scum of the Comoros! We've done it long ago!"

"You lackey of the evil god, a puppet of tyranny, a despicable beast, I know what you rely on, you have become his servant and slave just like those miserable races that give up on themselves, for the pleasure of your master even for a moment regardless of costs!"

"Our soldiers were only one step away from you until your master intervened. He saved you and made our souls your bread!"

"Do you know His nature? Do you know your sad and ridiculous future? You..."

Its curse may have only just begun, but Morgan's patience has been tortured by this vague and hypocritical remarks. Her consciousness spread and flew like a sharp knife, piercing the body of the alien in an instant. The companions or guards still wanted to risk their lives to resist, but the result was that the two screaming souls disappeared into Morgan's sea of ​​souls at the same time, without a sound.

Mmm... sour.

Compared with the sweetness and delicacy of Erebus and other dark souls, these whiter strange souls are either watery or sour.

But they are indeed very effective. As the last sounds of these powerful aliens disappeared in Morgan's consciousness, she only felt that unbearable hunger disappeared, and the severe pain in her mind gradually weakened. It finally came to a point where it could be completely ignored.

Then, the Primarch felt sleepy.

She raised her head and found that the sky was already covered with overcast clouds. Soon, with the unprecedented violent hurricane in the daytime, raindrops and hailstones of all sizes fell from the clouds, mercilessly falling to the ground, destroying a large area Corpse and jungle.

Obviously, this wild world does have a side that lives up to its name.

But before that, the Primarch had already returned to her own small world, and this circular fortress made of metal and branches was still a reliable barrier, able to protect her body temperature in the severe cold of night.

So, after confirming the safety around the habitat for the last time, Morgan quickly fell asleep. This time, no one should disturb her again.

(End of this chapter)