Emperor's Bane

Chapter 45 Love

Morgan's views on his heirs and legion have always been simple.

That's [her thing].

It's just temporarily stored here in the empire.

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"Hector, I've seen him before."

"At that time, he was still on the [Eternal Crusade] of the Fist of the Empire, and he followed His Excellency Kairon. He was still a taciturn recruit, but although he was not very talkative, he did have strength. Back then In the arena of the Seventh Legion, he was once a well-known figure, and many Imperial Fist admired his combination of brutal strength and calm mind."

"He even fought Sigismund."

[The black knight? 】

"Yes, I was there."

"Hector lost decently. His strength and physical fitness are really impressive. Even veterans can hardly face the heavy swing that contains the most brutal power, but his combat experience and famous It is still too weak compared to the Black Knight."

"Of course, so do I."

"I didn't even see exactly what happened. The black knight did everything in an instant: he first confronted Hector a few times, and then parried the most powerful blow in an unimaginable way. Before everyone could react, the backhand disrupted Hector's center of gravity, allowing his own strength to drag him to the ground."

"But it seemed to us that Sigismund just waved his sword casually and that was the end of it."

Zahariel's voice is full of emotion, envy and endless longing. It is the most simple admiration and hope of a cutting-edge fighter for the long-established battlefield smasher. He believes that no one will see the black knight. After the battle, he can remain calm as before.

For the famous Sigismund, Zahariel's attitude is actually not much different from those ordinary Astartes newcomers: curiosity about fame, admiration for force, admiration for achievements, and the future Infinite ambition to rise above it.

Thinking of this, Zahariel suddenly felt ironic about his arrogant ambition: he is not even a real captain of the Dark Angels, if it weren't for [Lion], he would not have time to take into account the differences between the Terra faction and the Caliban faction , He will not become the leader of these recruits, and become an embarrassing [company commander].

How many years had he been officially a Dark Angel?Maybe less than ten years.

[Hector...Second Legion...]

Then, he heard Morgan's low moan.

"Yes, those [fangs]."

Zahariel echoed the subject.

"They used to be a great legion that stood side by side with us, but now they have been divided. They no longer act as a whole, but have become a loose federation of several fleets with their own will and ideals at their core."

"It is said that Terra once considered letting them regroup and go to the battlefield with Ran Dan, but this attempt failed in the end, so [Witchcraft Killer] and his No.11 Legion took their place. Now They're fighting in the northern part of the galaxy."

[No.11 Legion, the purest Primarch and his descendants? 】

"Do you mortals call him that too?"

The Dark Angel laughed.

"For those of you psykers who are connected to the power of the warp, he may indeed be an unknown existence. It is said that even the most experienced navigators have difficulty surviving in his fleet, let alone leading it."

Zahariel wanted to say something more, but obviously his identity and responsibilities did not allow him to be so slack. The company commander of the Dark Angels quickly walked to the center of the fortress under construction. He did not ask Morgan to go with him. And Morgan didn't ask.

Just like she didn't ask, where did the dark angels who disappeared in the camp go.

When Morgan stood alone in the hazy wind and began to meditate alone, the Dark Angel and even Ahriman had been left behind by her.

Compared with her [children], they are not worth mentioning.

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Early on, Morgan realized that she had a brood: specifically, when she studied the Word Bearers' ship, took her own breeding pods, and managed to leave the Eldar-infested When the corpse fell to the ground, she already had a strange feeling in the dark.

During that period of drifting in the void, apart from daily control of the spaceship, all she could do was read the knowledge in the spaceship, or lean against the side of the porthole, looking at the endless darkness, or close her eyes, Cautiously explore the ocean of psionic energy.

She doesn't even worry about her own safety, because she knows how terrifying those beings in her mind are, and they won't let her die until they get what they want from her.

Such thoughts are somewhat self-defeating, but she knows very well that she has no choice.

It was also at this time that she sensed the existence of her [children], which was a sense and trace of pure spiritual energy. She seemed to hear and see some tiny lives in another part of the galaxy. As they move about, their emotions, their life and death, are all clearly imprinted in her mind.

She even only needs one thought, and she can easily find out how many of her [children] are now, and how many people they will become in the next moment.

Morgan even had a hunch, a very strong, very real hunch: in time, when she truly mastered her power, when she stood with her [children], she could even use the will in her mind Determines the survival of all [children].

She wasn't sure if it was her own power, nor could she figure out if her false "brothers" could do the same to their offspring.

No, they shouldn't be able to.

Morgan was so sure, because when she saw that force, she also saw the distorted, ominous light all around.

That's not her strength.

But that doesn't mean it can't be used by her.

And what arrived with this force was the echoes from the deepest part of Morgan's heart, which was the dirtiest, most direct, domineering, and craziest [possessive desire].

That is her [children].

That's her [something].

They belonged to her, as a matter of course.

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She [loves] them.

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But what is [love]?

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She didn't know and didn't want to know.

Because she doesn't think that's important.

She [loves] her [children], this is enough, they should belong to her, maybe it doesn't look like this now, but at the moment when everything comes to an end, at that time of choice, they should stand behind her.

This is a matter of course, no one can violate this, they are not entitled.

Such obsessions and ideas burst out when she was wandering in the void, but the situation at that time did not allow this idea to go further. She curled up in a corner of the cold galaxy, using her psionic senses Watching the power of her sons fade across the galaxy, some new beings were added to her possessions, but some also faded away, never to be seen again.

When she saw this scene, she felt as if she was holding a large handful of coins in her hand, and some of them fell from the gap between her fingertips to the ground.

She has some regrets, that's all.

And as time passed, she also temporarily lost the energy to watch them: her spaceship finally crashed into a feudal world that was neither advanced nor backward, using the supreme power of psychic power to manipulate and modify those The prince's consciousness took her some time, but she finally reshaped a false history in everyone's brain: silver meteors that fell from the sky, babies adopted by the king, and gifted princesses...

After she finished all this and learned how to disguise herself as a mortal, the empire's fleet also came to this world. Under Morgan's control, they found no trace of the Primarch, only carrying a gifted alien The gifted psyker left.

In the end, under the guidance of instinct, the blessing of talent, and cold calculations, Morgan wrote her early "past" with her own hands. Just waiting for the time to mature, those imperial people who searched deeply again will naturally find that they once had a relationship with an original Body missed.

And this [opportunity] is now in her hands.

Again Morgan didn't want to lose her mortal status, a useful coat that allowed her to walk freely beyond the most scorching gazes, but she knew just as well in her heart that when she met her Maker , or when the mortal resume can't bring more, she needs to abandon this identity.

But not now, now, she has to hide it.

Even if it involves her [children], her [things].

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Of course, everything is not absolute.

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Morgan stretched out her finger, and in those latitudes invisible to the naked eye, two groups of strange flames were burning on her fingertips.

Her fingers are slender, but very thin, and they are the most obvious bones and flesh. The strange spiritual energy flames burning on her fingertips also look too bloated.

Morgan stared at them, in which were Salieri and Ajax's memories of this incident, she breathed quietly, and everything disappeared.

At least, during these days, even if Salieri and Ajax stood in front of her, they would not feel the connection with the Primarch. They were temporarily [shielded] by Morgan, and even after a while , they will automatically forget about it.

In their memory, Morgan also found an individual named Kairon, so the same operation was performed again.

Now is not a good time to meet them.

But there is one person who is different.

Thinking of Hector's face, Morgan smiled.

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Hector was the first [Child] Morgan had seen.

Though she had watched them all the time, like a leisurely rich man watching the fish in a pond, she had never seen a single figure of the Second Legion, and she knew her children in a few words: the long years of seniority , a different kind of bravery, and the fragmented present.

The meeting with Hector was abrupt. Morgan survived the overlapping of the First Legion, suppressing her instincts and thoughts, and even forgot to observe her heirs and legions for a while, so when she saw When she saw Hector, although she recognized him in an instant, she still felt a little surprised.

But between the next leap of thought, this astonishment is replaced by observation and speculation.

Even among all the Astartes that Morgan has seen, Hector's performance can be regarded as swift: in the first moment, he was obviously frozen in place, and Morgan could even see him blinking constantly. The eyes seem to be hoping to observe the fourth option from the multiple-choice questions in front of them.

But when Zahariel also turned around, Hector had already recovered. He maintained an unhurried pace, and came before the Dark Angel, explaining the important matters in hand.

Morgan narrowed her eyes and observed her heir carefully. She clearly remembered his appearance: his figure was too tall and majestic by Astartes standards, his emerald green There is calmness and hope for the future in the pupils, as well as his sharp face, the overly hard features are condensed into a serious face, wrapped in a short silver-white hair, unexpectedly With a little majesty.

For a brief moment, she really suspected that this was a special case among her children who didn't care about the Primarch.

If it wasn't for the little hesitation and trembling left behind when he turned around, maybe she would really think so.

Morgan's fingers stood up again, and this time, the spiritual fire at her fingertips was extraordinarily huge, and Hector's face could be seen faintly in it.

She thought about it, and the same dead thought flashed across her dead pupils.

In the end, she withdrew her finger, not choosing to extinguish the child's memory.

She really needs a grasper, a representative, a secret keeper who thinks she has a great mission, and she can't tolerate that everything in the Legion will continue to be independent of her control for a period of time: maybe she has never thought this way before Yes, but from the moment she saw her offspring, the thought was like wildfire.

After all, she [loves] them.

Then she should control everything about them.

And this kid named Hector may be a good breakthrough.

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But first, this requires more observations.

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Zahariel took over the comm, and on the other end of the comm was the company commander of the veterans of Terra, who were watching it near the rather large Mandeville point.

"It's me, I'm Zahariel."

"The 244th Cruise Fleet returned from Mandeville Point? That's good, then..."

"What... what did you say?
"What do you mean there is something wrong with their size?"

"What does it mean that their behavior violated the default rules, what rules?"

"What do you mean...they're firing?"

"Hello? Hello? Please answer!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

Zahariel wanted to say something more, but the only thing that pierced through his eardrums was the sound of war and gunpowder.

(End of this chapter)