Emperor's Bane

Chapter 7 Dawn Redemption ([-])

In the end, Phryx still couldn't keep up.

Ahriman regretted this. Deep down, he still recognized the city breaker. Although he came from the vulgar and crazy Iron Warriors, Phryx himself was indeed a good fighter.

The son of Magnus is used to looking at comrades-in-arms of other legions with an attitude of arrogance, of course he can do this, after all, these people are just a group of butchers who cause slaughter and destruction on the battlefield, and their glory can only continue To the end of this long expedition.

But the thousand sons are different. The sons of Magnus are engaged in a great cause that can benefit the entire human race: they strive to collect classics and rare books in every world they pass through, and cherish the books on them. With infinite wisdom, he tried his best to find and sort out the remnants of the golden age.

In Prospero, the treasures of the most ordinary library alone are hundreds of millions. The Thousand Sons believe that this is the most magnificent treasure in the galaxy. No one can hurt these carriers of wisdom under their defense. , but despite this, they will still be desperate for new discoveries in the galaxy.

Therefore, when seeing a set of never-before-seen books handed by Morgan, even if he was as arrogant as Ahriman, he couldn't help but feel genuine happiness.

"Is this new?"

[The chief officer of a village used to be an outstanding traveler. He has extraordinary power in the history, geography and ancient languages ​​of the world, and he is keen to compile his knowledge into a book. 】

"You should invite him over, Morgan, Stormbird can definitely carry one more person."

[He has always insisted on staying with his family and friends. It is a large family, there are hundreds of people, but I can make sure that he arrived at the camp safely, and Hathor has taken over the defense there. 】

"...the sorrow of mortals."

Ahriman shook his head, but he wasn't worried that this kind of map cannon would harm his companion's soul. Morgan always liked to be silent, and she rarely provoked the topic.

Even though her reputation among the Legion and the Auxiliary Army is loud enough, few Thousand Sons have really gotten to know this lady, and even Ahriman’s impression of her is only a few conventional ones: taciturn, Extraordinary psychic ability, attractive appearance, and strong ability to handle affairs.

"You came back sooner than I thought. I thought you would need at least three more days. How is the situation? Have you encountered any problems?"

[Overall, it went well, but those residents kept mentioning a sect called the Sons of Xitan, and some people were even their staunch believers, ranging from individuals to the collective behavior of the entire village. 】

"It's a cult... Generally speaking, they believe in a guy called the Lord of Storms. This is the local governor's negligence. Dawn Mingxing has surrendered for so many years, but he still failed to promote the truth of the empire."

Ahriman mentioned the noble guardian in the most contemptuous tone. While talking with Morgan, he reported the situation here to the master of the legion.

The footsteps of the two gradually drifted away with the short communication. Behind them, the Iron Warriors had organized a group of ten thousand people to clean up the wreckage of the massacre just now. Frantic shouts and deep sobs echoed in the air. Intertwined with each other, echoing the glorious city of Carena in the distance.

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Salimaves is a fortress to boast about.

Although in his heart he is quite against the Lord of the Fourth Legion, Ahriman will not discredit the architectural art of the Primarch against his will. As the King of Olympia and the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo is indeed Has his unique place.

"It is said that the first thing he did when he came here was to personally lead the soldiers to renovate the fort...in just one night."

Looking at the [Temporary Command], which is a bit exaggerated by the standards of the Astartes, Ahriman's voice carried an inexplicable sour taste.

[It looks like a permanent fortress. 】

"In fact, it is semi-permanent. According to Flix, the Fourth Army only needs one week plus the lives of [-] soldiers to completely occupy this place. If there is enough fire cover, then these two numbers can be removed. half."

Ahriman continued to talk eloquently. He was almost ostentatiously discussing the various regulations on fortresses and fortresses in the Astartes standard, and Morgan was the best listener. She was quiet but not dead silent, and always put forward interesting points just right. Questions to keep the conversation going.

Where the Thousand Sons Company Commander couldn't see, invisible light waves kept flashing through Morgan's eyes, carefully recording every word Ahriman said.

And when the topic gradually extended to the owner of the fortress, the atmosphere couldn't help being suppressed.

"If, I mean if, we have the misfortune to meet the Primarch of the Fourth Legion any time soon, Morgan, I hope you'd better keep quiet, as you've always done."

[I've heard of Perturabo's name, is this name disturbing? 】

"No...it's disgust."

"The Primarch was, of course, a great man to obey, but our father Magnus commanded us with wisdom and kindness, whereas Perturabo was quite different, with a ruthlessness more than steel. "

"I have fought side by side with the Iron Warriors more than once, including the most tragic Battle of Intinikaon. They are the most tenacious comrades in arms, tenacious but inflexible. I still remember that they lost a whole two More than 9000 fighters, but that didn't break them."

"Then? Then...then Perturabo returned, right here in the world of Olympia, as the genetic father of the Fourth Legion...what happened next."

"He took out one-tenth of the fighters of his army, that is, 3500 people, and then asked them to be beaten to death by his comrades, from the highest-ranking officers to the lowest-level fighters... I know several of the best The Iron Warriors, they were rough and warlike, but they didn't deserve to die like that."

"Death at the hands of a carping... lunatic."

The last monologue was so low that even the Astartes could hardly hear it, and Ahriman's only listener didn't seem to care. She just looked at the fortress in front of her and described its appearance.

[But despite this, he still led the legion to this world, maybe it has changed. 】

"Who knows, how can we read the mind of any Primarch?"

Ahriman raised his head again, and he stroked the backs of those books, which made him feel better.

"Perhaps he became a saint among the stars."

[Or maybe it's just the basic obedience to the task. 】

She always knew what she was thinking.

Ahriman laughed. He was very glad that he chose to be friends with Morgan. Although he was not always able to look up to ordinary people, it did not mean that he did not like to form friendships with those who were truly outstanding.

"Come on, my lady."

"I'll take you to meet my genetic father, one of the wisest sages in the galaxy, and you should have met him long ago."

【……yes. 】

[I should have seen him long ago. 】

"It seems that you have heard the name of Magnus for a long time?"

【More than that, I joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion just for him. 】

Ahriman's laughter grew rough.

Why didn't he realize that Morgan actually had the skills to boast about before?

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Even among the demigod-like heirs of the emperor, Magnus is the tallest one, and his body may be second only to Vulkan, the Primarch of the No.18 Legion.

Anyone who saw the Primarch would be instinctively surprised: such a majestic giant was not known for his strength and might, but for his exquisite and complex psionic power and wisdom.

Just like his nickname, [Crimson] Magnus is a red-skinned giant. Instead of wearing armor, he wears a red and white robe. The most obvious decoration on it is the Thousand Sons Legion. Sign: A ring with tentacles stretching out in all directions, like a sun with a black heart.

But the most attractive thing was the eyes of Magnus. The Primarch of the No.15 Legion only had one pupil shining with purple light, while the other was as empty as a black hole.

The Primarch was not alone, beside him stood his two heirs, who were also senior advisers in the Legion: Atava and Phocis-Taka, these two excellent Astartes were like The schoolchildren usually stood on the left and right of the Primarch, the former showed a friendly smile to Morgan, while the latter chose to turn his face away, and didn't even bother to look at her.

"A long time ago, Ms. Morgan, many of my heirs have advertised your ability and wisdom to me."

Magnus's voice was full of unquestionable confidence and arrogance, and he bent slightly to express his courtesy to this most outstanding mortal assistant.

"Ariman has already told me everything that happened in the evacuation zone, and Hathor's report appeared on my data board early in the morning. Fortunately, you obviously lived up to your psionic talent. Not admitting it, as a... mortal, this is very rare."

When the word "mortal" was mentioned, there was an obvious pause in the tone of the Primarch, and he frowned slightly, feeling a kind of surprise.

This Ms. Morgan gave him a different feeling from other mortals, and some of her breath was more like himself and his brother.

However, this kind of thinking was quickly erased by the Primarch himself. Magnus couldn't believe that he could not recognize his blood relatives. Moreover, he should only have brothers, after all, his father didn't say anything else.

Thinking of this, he straightened up again, and smiled under the watchful eyes of the three heirs.

"Given your excellent performance all the time, Morgan, the Legion's high-ranking advisor is the reward you deserve—but not now, as you can see, we have more urgent things to be busy now, but I assure you, Your title will be confirmed at a more solemn and grand occasion."

"But before that, you can indeed accept the responsibilities and rights of being a high-level consultant. All your actions and plans can be reported directly to me, and most importantly, you can experience it with me as my follower. Infinite mystery in the subspace."

"Believe me, when you see the endless unknown sea with your own eyes, you will find that any honor in the mortal world will not be worth mentioning."

The voice of the Primarch is full of attractive prospects, charm and future. Whether it is Ahriman or the two advisors of the Primarch, they are immersed in this voice. Obviously, they have explored the unknown world more than once. Mysterious void.

But unfortunately, none of these really attracted the [mortal] in front of him.

[I have been forced to witness the waves of the warp, Lord Magnus, according to my personal perception, it is extremely dangerous to me. 】

This managed to make Magnus laugh.

"Maybe for you, yes."

Magnus patted her on the shoulder.

"But now, you don't need to worry. I am a well-deserved master when it comes to subspace exploration. I have gone deep into that place many times, observed and recorded everything I saw, and even communicated with the existence in it. And communication, believe me, most of the Warp is just a harmless turbulence, and there are some well-meaning existences among those ancient creatures there."

"Everything is under my control, there is nothing that knowledge and wisdom cannot solve."

Magnus's conceited voice echoed in his ears, and the Primarch, who was immersed in memories, did not look at the face of the mortal at all. After a while, the Primarch finally turned around and clapped his hands, as if he just wanted to What is he going to do.

"That's it, folks, we've spent enough time chatting and seeing each other."

"Now, let's enter this fortress and turn to work. My brother must have been impatient."

(End of this chapter)