Emperor's Bane

Chapter 4 Pain
【wake up. 】

[Wake up quickly. 】

[Don't run away from your destiny. 】

【You were born to break free from it. 】

[At all costs. 】

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A distant voice woke her up.

Morgan opened her eyes, only to find that she was in a starry sky, and beneath her feet was an endless black land.

A light blue star hangs in the sky, constantly twinkling in her pupils, attracting her footsteps.

Almost without thinking too much, she followed, some voices in her heart told her to believe in this star, but when she concentrated on trying to identify these voices, she couldn't hear it clearly.

As she walked forward, her steps made waves on the ground, like a small stone thrown into a pond, and the starry sky began to move with her steps.

But when she took about the hundredth step, everything changed suddenly. The originally quiet and round star grew fangs in an instant, and turned into a monster with teeth and claws.

At this time, those calm stars are like a group of hungry predators. They advance rapidly, entangle and twist, and finally shrink together tightly, but they explode suddenly.

Countless dark blue and light purple tendrils protruded from the explosion, like two fierce deep-sea giant squids, they immediately fought together, and at the same time let the countless tentacles stretch out to the boundless sky, like a big drop Like blood falling into a wine glass, the entangled colors of blue and purple filled her sight in the blink of an eye.

They roared and struggled, from the farthest depths of the void to the confrontation right in front of them, every tendril and sharp blade was desperate for the benefit of the master, they fought each other and came to Morgan's side, pulling this The newborn child intends to take her into his arms.

The power that only belongs to the gods just started another war in the narrow starry sky. Countless evil thoughts and emotions erupted from their respective main gods, and finally collided and merged, forming an eyeless vortex, enveloping Morgan in it, step by step towards the unknown surge ahead.

Hunger, distortion, transformation, relaxation, seeking knowledge, arrogance, lust, resistance...

They tore at her, lashing out in the name of boons and gods, but without mercy.

Pull, brute force, tug, howl.

Until she was overwhelmed.

until she screamed.

Until that ruthless golden light fell from the sky.

That golden light turned into a big sword, an unimaginable World Destroyer, it cut down from the sky, pierced through countless fogs and nightmares in the blink of an eye, blue and purple tentacles stood in front of this icy golden light It kept screaming and dying, and then, it emitted monstrous red-golden flames, and the terrifying picture that had just covered the sky burned up in an instant.

After doing all this, the golden sword didn't stop at all. It was raised high again, and fell down fiercely, tearing a huge crack in the pure black ground, and that crack soon disappeared. It began to expand and collapse, and blood and wailing continued to flow from it.

Accompanied by everything that happened in front of her eyes, Morgan's brain began to ache again, the bone-piercing pain, as if someone had pierced her eye sockets and bridge of the nose with a table knife, hitting the sky cap one by one, crushing her skull bit by bit, She could even hear the piercing rubbing sound in her ears.

She could clearly feel that with the expansion of the crack in front of her eyes, her pain began to spread from her forehead all the way to her whole body, torturing her body and spirit. The violent force accompanied by the ruthless swing made Morgan unable to bear Kneel on the ground.

The Primarch has fully understood:

This starry sky and this pure black land are not elsewhere, but her mind, her spiritual world.

But now, it has become a battleground for some more terrifying existences, and it has become riddled with holes.

The mighty power of Youlan and Deep Purple is naturally full of malice, but the giant sword that seems to be shining is by no means purely for protecting her.

The appearance of the big rift did not stop the continuation of the fight. Those blue and purple tentacles soon made a comeback. They fought with the golden giant sword, and at the same time they were fighting each other. This competition was accompanied by the constant intrigue of the three parties. , dragged each other back and gradually became meaningless. In the end, the situation stabilized, and the golden, blue and purple powers were entrenched in one place, almost dividing up Morgan's mind.

In the blue field, a tall tower was erected; in the purple kingdom, a palace appeared; and the golden sword was unceremoniously inserted in the open land, drawing the same golden territory.

They each rested, leaving only Morgan standing in front of the big chasm, curled up, feeling the heartfelt pain.

The will of the gods and the creator turned into indelible steel nails, which had been deeply inserted into her mind.

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[Look. 】

[What a ruthless and magnificent scene. 】

[The weak deserve to be slaughtered, don't worry, you will adapt to all this. 】

【Your mania is so powerless, your pain is the eternal treasure. 】

[Now, go and see that sharp blade, it is a gift from your creator, it is also the best proof of plunder and defense, he defends his prey like a wild beast, so that he can swallow... you! 】

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The voice fell silent again, as if it waited with infinite patience for an answer from its listener.

After an unknown period of time, the almost eternal pain finally eased a little. Morgan raised his head, but saw a small stream of snowflakes falling slowly.

She soon discovered that it was not snowflakes, but white souls with claws and claws: those were the countless souls she had swallowed before.

They fluttered and fell into the big crack one after another, just like real snowflakes, which quickly melted on the muddy land, but as more and more souls fell, after all, some accumulated Get up, let the insignificant whiteness appear in the huge crack.

And with the appearance of this white snow, the pain in Morgan's brain began to weaken to a minimum, and she was able to spare a bit of energy to observe the appearance of the last batch of souls: those were the three most powerful aliens swallowed by her.

Sure enough, with the appearance of those souls, a feeling of coolness began to appear. She witnessed the three pieces of souls slowly falling to the bottom of the crack, and the whiteness they accumulated was even more than all the previous ones.

Morgan stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is clear.

Although she still can't remember her past, and still can't recognize who caused all this, she already knows her situation.

Three powerful wills that are temporarily irresistible divide her spiritual kingdom. They may be her creators, or others with malicious intentions-but no matter what they are, she cannot resist them for the time being.

Fortunately, they are equally hostile to each other.

Compared with these, what is more important now is to solve the big rift in front of her eyes. This huge wound is constantly expanding, and it is breaking Morgan's will domain outward or downward every moment, interrupting her with pain. thinking and progress.

pain……

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【Yes, pain. 】

【It is the most common language in the universe, the simplest truth, the greatest cause, and the closest partner. 】

[It is also a curse that you cannot escape. 】

[Look at yourself, sad little guy, do you know your own destiny? 】

[Your great creator, your cold-blooded genetic father, the gift he bestowed on you is beyond my amazement. 】

【The golden blade stands there, it is a symbol of his power and rule, and it is also a means of tyranny and control, let me tell you, little guy. 】

[Do you know the Butcher's Nail?The essence of the thousands of years of civilization of your race. 】

【Where the golden blade destroys and stands, it will not be more gentle than the butcher's nail. Although it will not make you a brazen brazen man, it will also drive you with pain and power. your fate. 】

【Because in his eyes, you, a failure, should be like this. 】

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"Morgan...failure..."

The voice in memory reappeared along with this ruthless conclusion, and the golden sword in the distance shook slowly, as if acknowledging all this.

Distorted voices echoed around, but Morgan's thoughts had fallen into deep self-protection under the torment of pain. She recorded those voices, but she was only thinking about her own affairs.

That pain, it has to be addressed, prioritized.

She needs souls, those [alien] souls, or those pure black souls...

But not enough.

Morgan held her forehead dejectedly, and the gradually dissipating labor pain made her thinking gradually clear.

It's not enough, it's not enough, this huge crack is like a chasm, extending from her feet all the way to the end of her field of vision, it may be thousands of meters wide, if it's just filled with those profuse snowflakes, then she might have to It is only possible to swallow countless worlds, kingdoms and civilizations.

She needs a way, a more efficient way.

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[Yes, efficiency. 】

【Efficiency is the crystallization of the galaxy, it is the original driving force of all civilization and destruction. 】

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The voice appeared again, and along with the voice, blue stars drew out from the skyline and fell in front of her eyes.

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【You were born as a failure. 】

[But the hatred of the loser is the sweetest. 】

[No... wait, no, look what I'm talking about, you don't know what hatred is. 】

【You have the freedom of anxiety and irritability, but you have no real feelings. Whether it is your emotions, or your love and hatred, they have been completely taken away and completely suppressed by your creator. 】

【In order to let you be used by him as much as possible, and go against the real way as much as possible, he really does everything he can. 】

[Despicable guy. 】

[It's not in vain that I appreciate him. 】

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Morgan narrowed her eyes. Although she couldn't understand the joy, anger, sorrow, and love and hatred mentioned in the voice, when she heard the so-called deprivation and suppression, her eyes subconsciously looked at the giant sword.

The voice was right.

Her innate knowledge of what emotions and feelings are, but she... can't understand.

These so-called emotions are like a forest that has been cut down in her heart. They exist, but when the outside breeze blows, there are only the remaining blades of grass shaking weakly, unable to make any waves.

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[Never mind, little guy, that guy who indulges in pleasure and slack is also watching you, he will help you solve all this, he will give you a gift, let you become a cunning mirror, and reflect others in your heart Ideas and secrets, words and deeds to capture their hearts and usurp their souls. 】

【Those truly powerful and precious souls, who belong to your kind and brothers, will completely heal the cracks in your heart, and even go a step further, making you a real, complete human being. 】

[Get rid of pain, get rid of slavery, get rid of everything you were born to bear, and get a new life. 】

[Also, freedom. 】

[The most precious freedom. 】

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"..."

Morgan was silent, she didn't believe the sharp words of this unknown person, she didn't believe a single word, but she had to admit one thing: its thoughts and suggestions were touching.

A person, a real, whole person.

And... freedom.

As soon as this idea appeared, it was as if she had acquired some kind of magic power, and it firmly occupied her heart.

And along with this magical power, came the wildest laughter, unlike the distant laughter she had heard before, it was close at hand, crazy and disorderly.

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[Yes, yes! 】

【Go, cheat, plunder, follow the guidance of your instinct, reverse the fate of failure, turn your pain into sharp arrows, and shoot at the one who caused you such pain. 】

[Tread on the trust of the lonely man. 】

[To embellish the piety of the worshiper. 】

[Take the goodness of the ignorant. 】

[Ignite the anger of the traitor. 】

[Let the soldiers rise everywhere!Let the galaxy burn! 】

[Let everything about him be burned to ashes. 】

【I look forward to your repertoire. 】

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In a long series of shrill laughter, the voice resounding through the sky finally disappeared, and the cyan star emitted a dazzling light with its departure. When the light dissipated, Morgan had already woken up.

It was still pouring rain outside the cabin, and figures of thunder and lightning danced in the distant sky, looming.

Morgan looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and she suddenly found that the cabin had become a little smaller: there was no doubt that she was growing, and very fast.

The reflections of raindrops and dark clouds appeared on her face. In the layers of reflections, Morgan began to think about her tomorrow and future: what she will do, what she will learn and practice, and how she will grow as much as possible , draw...

thus get out of here.

The afterimage of that voice still echoed in her mind, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

Morgan stared out the window at the rainstorm, the Primarch's blue pupils seemed colder than the sky of the Savage World.

She doesn't care if she's going to cheat and plunder, trample and burn, or turn some world into ashes, like this one before her.

But no matter what, no matter what she needs to do to end her fate, to change her spiritual world that has collapsed, to prevent her from falling into this desperate death.

She will accept it.

(End of this chapter)