Emperor's Bane

Chapter 68 No.11 Legion
"Are you really all right?"

[You can come and see for yourself. 】

Ahriman squinted his eyes and pressed his chin as he circled around Morgan.

He first carefully inspected Morgan's limbs and bones with his eyes, and then carefully stretched out the tentacles woven with spiritual energy, and touched Morgan's sea of ​​souls tirelessly, probing it over and over again.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all right."

"You are lucky."

The Sons of Magnus eventually came to this conclusion.

[It may also be that you are too nervous. 】

Morgan showed a vain smile. She really felt that Ahriman was too nervous. The most outstanding son of Magnus came to her from the edge of the galaxy almost non-stop. He even hugged Luther. With a kind of cold alienation, making the latter a little embarrassed.

"nervous?"

Company Commander Thousand Sons let out a sharp, strange laugh. He looked around cautiously, and then silently sent a taunt through psionic energy.

"This is the Dark Angels. As early as 100 years ago, when they were still on the Holy Terra, and they were still called the First Legion or the Six-Winged Sky Army, I had already fought with them. What kind of them are I? Clearest."

"These guys are the most ruthless eagle dogs, and also the most cunning big cats. They are a group of useless bastards. If they need your cooperation to do something, it will definitely not be a good thing, because they all want to do something. Has the loneliest quirk, even if he is battered all over his body, he will not reveal his situation to any friendly troops."

"So when they take the initiative to seek foreign aid, it only shows that the situation is really bad to the extreme. It's so bad that as long as they get involved, they will be injured or even wiped out."

"After all, who said that this group of arrogant bastards are really that good at fighting? The things that they can't solve must be the most troublesome. No one can do it. Your luck is really good this time. back."

"But don't expect to be able to recall these things in the future. Brainwashing is necessary, especially the First Legion used a lot of treasures in this battle. Just wait, it won't be long before the think tanks of the First Legion They'll come in droves, and they call it [a little necessary step]."

Ahriman was talking, but Morgan was clearly more interested in something else in his words.

The two psykers stood in front of the huge porthole, witnessing the faint blue light in the dark starry sky. It was the activation of the Mandeville point, transporting the first batch of ships to leave this galaxy.

Luther was on it, and he had to board the first ship to leave here, and return to the office in Geyemara Fortress as quickly as possible, where the position and mission entrusted to him by the Lion King was.

But this did not prevent Morgan from having a good conversation with him in the previous time. Not only did she get Luther's own contact information, but she also remembered a few words of Caliban's native language.

[I didn't know before that you are a veteran who has served since the Terra unification war. 】

There was a flash of color in Morgan's eyes, and Ahriman saw the element of envy, which made him proud.

"It was just recruits at the time, nothing more."

Ahriman smiled and waved his hands, but there was a trace of arrogance mixed with memories on his face.

"Actually, when the No.15 Legion was established, the Unification War had already come to an end. We only participated in a few sporadic battles as the deputy of other legions. The main journey of the Legion was the Great Expedition."

[Have you cooperated with many legions?That was an interesting experience. 】

"Why do you think so?"

[For scholars, the greatest beauty in the world is to explore the unknown, and each Astartes Legion is a completely different field, and there is no difference between fighting with them and exploring an unknown ocean. 】

"That's quite true."

Ahriman rubbed his chin, and Morgan's few words couldn't help but bring back his memories. When he thought of those days on the Holy Terra, he really enjoyed it.

"but……"

Ahriman changed the subject.

"Some legions...or most of them, it's actually better not to think about them."

【how do I say this? 】

Out of friendship and habit, when Morgan tilted his head and asked questions, Ahriman answered without hesitation.

"The Sixth Legion and the Eighth Legion are clichés, so let's not talk about it. The Ninth Legion used to be a faction of its own, and we are not very familiar with it; the Third Legion is dying and almost wiped out its establishment; the No.16 Legion is good. Horus is indeed a very capable figure..."

Ahriman babbled for a while, then, he seemed to remember something and couldn't help shaking his head.

"But when it comes to these legions, I personally care about the No.11 legion the most."

【The purest Primarch and his offspring? 】

"pure?"

"For those mortals without psychic powers, maybe it is true, but for psychic users like us, he is a hundred million points of danger, and even the Navigator family is unwilling to station representatives in his fleet , nor how they navigated the Warp."

"After all, that one is [Witchcraft Killer], he has killed more psykers than we have ever seen."

Ahriman snorted softly. He seemed to want to express his disdain, but his restless fingers still revealed the truth in his heart.

"Actually, when we were in Holy Terra, we had a pretty good relationship with the No.11 Legion. We both belonged to that kind of legion with no characteristics, and we fought side by side a few times. But after the Great Crusade, we awakened our spiritual power. And the No.11 Legion has found their Primarch."

"Then we went our separate ways."

There was resentment in Ahriman's voice, and Morgan just watched silently as the last battleship disappeared into the light of Mandeville Point.

They were silent for a while.

[So, what does the purest Primarch look like? 】

"It's just the blind worship of mortals."

Ahriman sneered.

"It is said that he has a handsome appearance, a convincing voice and temperament, only slightly inferior to Sanguinius, but he is indeed a genuine untouchable, and as we all know, untouchables will make everyone feel instinctive Disgusting, psyker or not."

"Strange, isn't it?"

"Maybe this is the Primarch."

There was a hint of envy in Ahriman's voice.

"He landed in a world with very advanced technology. The surface of that world is covered with huge hive cities and automated factories. When night falls, the neon lights and electronic screens will illuminate the entire sky. In fact, that world It is the core of a small interstellar empire, the vast majority of whose population is human."

"But its ruler is... an alien."

"To be more precise, it is an unusually loose alliance of many different kinds of alien witchcraft overlords who possess spiritual power. They rule the hive cities and factories on that world. , exist under the overlord of one side, and there are also huge profit-making enterprises that monopolize the output of certain products or energy, and their sphere of influence can even include several hive cities, provoking huge-scale wars."

"The number of these aliens is actually not many, but they rely on powerful witchcraft, advanced technology and tacit understanding with each other to enslave billions of human beings for generations to become their slaves, in order to consolidate They rule, provoke wars, and even set up mining stations and strongholds on other worlds."

"In this way, that world has been maintained in a near-stable situation for hundreds of years: the aliens who possess absolute wealth and power live at the highest peak, and the human beings who submit to the aliens join the [army] or [enterprise]. Below them are worthless ordinary people, living on the worst food and the cheapest entertainment."

"Until the most [pure] Primarch comes."

"It is said that it did not land in the hive capital, but was picked up by a wandering human clan in the desert."

"Few people know about what happened after that. They only know that about ten years later, those alien overlords with the highest status suddenly began to die one after another. They kept mentioning an [invisible] opponent. There is no effect, he is like a natural [witchcraft killer], and any psyker is blind in front of him."

"This situation has continued for about five to six Terra standard months, until one day, the tallest building in the central hive was blown up, and the No. Sorcerer overlord of the largest megacorporation."

"On that day, the war began."

"When the Emperor's fleet arrived a few years later, the entire world was completely in the hands of humans, and all the aliens were crushed by them, and their CEO was the genetic father of the No.11 Legion .”

"It is said... this is true. It is said that the No.11 Primarch had some minor conflicts with the Emperor. His home planet suffered too much loss in the war. In order to restore productivity as soon as possible, he seems to have adopted Something...something the Emperor wouldn't be too happy to see..."

"In short, he also joined the Great Crusade, and the No.11 Legion quickly rose to become a great army comparable to the Dark Angels and Luna Wolves. Some of their technologies in advanced fields are enough to make the Iron Hands I feel envy and jealousy, and another of their specialties: they may not be very friendly to people like you and me."

【Strong enough to carry a front against the Ran Dan Empire with one's own strength? 】

[Even if it is the Dark Angels, they are indeed fighting side by side with other legions. 】

"The purest Primarch doesn't seem very used to fighting alongside other legions, he even..."

Ahriman's voice became a little low.

"He even trusts those mortals more... Oh, I'm not talking about you, Morgan, I mean, he seems to trust what he said [the wisdom and power of mortals] more."

"It is said that this is why the Emperor acquiesced in his excesses... What an absurd statement..."

Having said that, Ahriman's voice gradually subsided, and he also realized that this is not something to talk about, and he also sensed that at the other end of the corridor, some individuals who also exuded spiritual energy were get close to them.

"They are here."

Ahriman felt both curious and funny, he straightened his back, and was the first to go up to him.

"Follow me, don't be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Morgan just smiled and followed, but after Ahriman gradually walked away, she turned her head slightly, and her eyes swept over the dark corner of the corridor.

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Nemir felt his heart skip a beat.

He subconsciously took a deep breath, and then stared at the screen more carefully: the mortal named Morgan didn't seem to have any abnormalities, she followed quietly at the end of the team, and went to perform amnesiac removal.

Then what happened to the cold breath I felt just now?

Nemir thought for a while, and classified this as a subconscious leak from the psyker.

He continued to stare at the monitor until the figures of Morgan and Ahriman disappeared completely, and then he began to check the ancient relic in front of him. After a lot of work, Nemir was sure that the one in front of him could shield most psykers The sensory monitoring equipment is still functioning normally, and Morgan has absolutely no chance of discovering it.

Unless she's a Primarch.

Nemir laughed at his own thought.

Then, he took out the recording board and wrote Morgan's name: This is his new task, to find a [powerful] and [convenient] opponent for [Lion]'s anti-psychic special training.

There were still a few more tests to be done, but the glimpse just now convinced Nemir that the silver-haired psyker was definitely up to the mark in terms of [powerful].

As for the rest...

Leave it to his genetic father to decide.

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Ahriman rubbed his head.

He has a headache.

The Qianzi leaned against the wall of the corridor, lazily watching the unchanging phantom outside the window, trying hard to adjust and adapt to the aftermath in his mind.

Amnesiac removal is a wonderful method, and the impact on psykers is even higher.

Ahriman clearly remembered that he had undergone amnesiac surgery, but when he thought about why it was done, he only felt a kind of emptiness, as if a sinkhole had been dug out of his mind .

Afterwards, he looked at the stars of Sabis. He was very sure that he had fought here just now, but the specific scenes of those battles... he couldn't remember again.

Well, it looks like the surgery was a success.

At least in the future, there won't be any trouble.

Ahriman rubbed his head, taking pleasure in bitterness. Then, he saw that Morgan also pushed aside, with his hair a little messy draped over his shoulders, and his footsteps were a little flimsy. He took two steps with great reluctance, and then leaned against him. on the wall.

"how do you feel?"

Ahriman asked casually.

[It's okay...they are quite cooperative. 】

"……what?"

【No, nothing. 】

(End of this chapter)