Emperor's Bane

Chapter 75

Jonson stood on the remaining flat land of the arena, watching the mortal named Morgan slowly walk away.

He just looked at her, squinting his eyes, allowing the light of thinking and bloodthirsty to shoot out from his emerald green pupils, just like a lion that has already had its meal, calmly looking at the huge herd of beasts that come and go back and forth during the rainy season.

He looked at her, at the sneering cunning, at the overwhelmed octospider, at the lazy cat eager to use subtle tricks against fangs and claws, as she took the last step. He entered the corridor at a steady pace, and gradually disappeared at the end of his vision.

The Primarch of the First Legion closed his eyes and gave himself a very short rest.

Then he turned around.

【Come out. 】

The order echoed through the ruins, and as always, the order was not delayed for long.

Two figures quickly emerged from the shadows at the other end of the ruined arena. They were two dark angels who came to this private space through another secret door.

[Asmodeus. 】

The Primarch called one of the offspring, a warrior with long black hair and one of the few experimental think-tank members of the First Legion.

He walked up quickly, bowed slightly to pay tribute to his genetic father, and then stood aside, and it was only at this time that the No.2 soldier came forward.

The corners of Jonson's mouth curled up the slightest.

【Cos. 】

"My lord."

Coswayne completely imprisoned himself under the pure black legion seal and hood. He saluted Jonson, which was just a normal etiquette, not the ancient ones that were popular and left over from the Knights of Caliban. Tradition.

This is the special feature of this heir of the lion prince: Although he is also from Caliban, Coswayne is very abnormal and has no connection with Caliban's knights, nor has he been contaminated with more harsh culture, which makes him The Primarch had a special expectation of him.

In him, Jonson saw the possibility of bridging the all-too-large and obvious rift between his Calibans and the Terrans, even as the blood of Randan Wars became more rampant. Declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[How long have you been here. 】

"One Terra standard, my lord, I am very sorry, but we cannot report to you the situation at that time."

【No, this is my problem. My training has obviously timed out. Before that, I didn't expect it to take such a long time. 】

Johnson simply walked to the seat where Morgan was sitting just now, and sat down as well, but this seat specially prepared for the Astartes warriors was obviously not so suitable for the two guests one in front and one in the back.

Jonson's knees were bent at an uncomfortable angle, and Morgan couldn't even touch the ground. Her riding boots could only swing freely in mid-air, like a doll in the wind.

The Primarch frowned visibly, he seemed to want to get up, but saw that the two heirs had come here following his steps, standing on both sides, one on the left and one on the right, Jonson's brows twisted again some.

In the end, he maintained this sitting posture, as if everything was fine, still straightened, exuding majesty.

The Primarch set his sights first on the Librarian.

[Asmodeus, you have also seen the various performances of my sparring partner in the previous Terra Standard Time. Now, let me tell you what you think. 】

This order made the think tank's expression fall into a delicate state: his forehead wrinkled involuntarily because of the memory, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows slowly gathered together, his mouth was tightly closed, and the two The corners of the mouth are down, and the facial features are slowly squeezed together.

But at the next moment, it all exploded, revealing a relaxed, bitter smile.

He spoke, sounding more like a sigh.

"If you want to compare the mastery and use of psychic powers, and how to better control the balance between these powers and the backlash they bring, my lord, I dare not hide anything from you."

"I am inferior to her, far inferior."

"During the Tara standard time just now, her various performances in terms of grasping, using and balancing psychic power are one of the most powerful and perfect cases I have ever seen, even those of the Thousand Sons The psykers of the legion may not be able to match her. Perhaps, only the Emperor, Lord Magnus, who is also the Primarch, and the legendary Lord Handprinter can possess such a great psychic power. talent."

"With all due respect, I always thought that some of her moves and spells were impossible. Although she does seem to be hiding something, the inadvertent confidence, grasp and ease cannot be concealed."

"She's just like... like a monster, a monster who knows how to use psychic power to show off."

Johnson didn't answer.

He just listened to his son's words, tilted his head, rubbed his long golden hair with one hand, and at the same time looked at the think tank in front of him. This veteran of the First Legion who came out of Terra is also the soul of the entire legion. A person who can count as one of the best.

【Can you guarantee the correctness of every word you say, Asmodeus? 】

"I can't guarantee it, my lord, because [spiritual power] and [stability] are inseparable enemies."

"But I can swear that every word of what I just said was in my heart."

Johnson nodded.

[If you want to fight her, how many people do you need? 】

This question caused the think tank of the Dark Angels to start thinking very seriously, and the other two people present did not urge him. Asmodeus's lips continued to squirm slightly, spitting out vague calculations and considerations.

Finally, he raised his head.

"If it's a pure psychic duel, and we have the upper hand, or at least a head-on confrontation."

"Five people, my lord, I need at least five Terra think tanks of the same level as me, and a special anti-psychic team with weapons that can temporarily confine the space, and preparations to die together when necessary."

"Her power is completely at the [alaph] level. Among psykers of this level, although very few can truly control their own power, once they do, their power will be extremely terrifying .”

"As long as they are given enough time, a stable external environment, and the necessary reasons, they can do anything we can imagine: destroying titans, ravaging fleets, and even bringing a whole or more worlds with her. self-destructive thoughts.”

"Five people and a small team are the minimum configuration. If we start from safety, then, my lord, the safest way is for you to lead the team yourself, and let us block all the possibilities of her escaping, and strive for a fatal blow. "

The Primarch pressed his fingers to his lips, thinking about something, and finally, he nodded to his Librarian.

[Very well, now, you need to go to the corridor, catch up with Hasfiel and Albelin, and perform the necessary memory cleansing for my sparring partner. You can also bring other think tanks, and bring any Think Tank, I allow it. 】

[If there is any problem, report it immediately. 】

Asmodeus took the order and walked out quickly.

Zhuang Sen lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Coswayne waited quietly until he realized that his genetic father seemed to have been thinking too long.

"Is there something wrong with that mortal... my lord?"

【Do not. 】

Johnson looked up.

[Not whether there is a problem. 】

[Instead, she must have a problem. 】

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[According to the information I have obtained, my two blood brothers, Magnus and Perturabo, had contact with her at Dawn Star, and as a result, Magnus personally appointed her as a consultant and wrote Wrote a letter of guarantee for her, with Perturabo as the second guarantor. 】

【I'm not sure about the logic behind this, I'm not sure if Magnus saw her problem, but I'm more willing to believe that he didn't see it, and neither did Perturabo. 】

【They were blinded by their unbelievable stupidity and arrogance. 】

[And I am not surprised by this. 】

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Morgan was walking in the hallway, and she wasn't walking very fast.

After all, she's still [Wounded] right now, a poor fellow who just had amnestics wiped out and couldn't help but get hurt more and more.

Her figure left a darker shadow on the black wall, and dragged all the way to the other end of the long corridor. This exhausted lady just lowered her head, and the disordered spiritual energy surrounded her diffusion.

In front of her, Asmodeus was leading the way, but [-]% of the think tank's attention was on the too dangerous colleague behind her.

But until he was introduced to Morgan's temporary room, everything was normal, so normal...disappointing?
Asmodeus watched Morgan close the door, and couldn't help replaying everything in his mind: he took half a dozen think tanks, and performed this spell with great fanfare, precisely cleaning Morgan's memories of the past three Terra standards, Then bring her here again.

Incredibly smooth...

The think tank of the Dark Angel nodded his head and searched carefully, but he had to confirm: these memories are all real, and Morgan is really... very cooperative.

Asmodeus glanced across Morgan's room again, this time with a little appreciation.

In the room, Morgan glanced at the pot of vines that had just sprouted buds on the table, stretched out his hand, and slowly played with them. Under the guidance of spiritual energy, the vines seemed to have life, and they caressed in the palm of her hand. with.

Sometimes, she would like to have a cat.

Listening to Asmodeus's gradually walking away, Morgan showed a smile.

This time, unlike the operation in the Sabis galaxy, she did not touch the memory of Asmodeus or any dark angel think tank. On the [Indomitable Truth], she does not want to take any risks yet.

For someone like Jonson, small actions behind the scenes are more hateful than small actions in front of him.

Facing the dark angel's psychic surgery, Morgan just chose a simple trick: Those dark angels would of course think the operation was successful, because Morgan himself had [hidden] all his memories.

To put it simply, the psychic world of ordinary people is like a pond, while the one belonging to the Astartes think tank may be larger, like a lake.

The think tank of the Dark Angels naturally performed operations and inspections according to this standard. They dug three feet into the [pond] belonging to Morgan to confirm the safety of everything.

But unfortunately, what they checked was nothing more than a spoonful of water Morgan scooped up from his own psionic ocean.

They didn't know this, and even if they knew, they wouldn't choose to believe it. After all, the pebbles at the bottom of the river couldn't imagine the danger of huge waves.

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What a pity...

As pathetic as she is.

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Coswayne felt it was difficult to breathe.

"You suspect...that this has something to do with Lord Magnus?"

【He doesn't have such a brain, nor does he have such a heart. 】

Zhuang Sen stood up, he put the big sword in the seat just now, and walked in the central area of ​​the ruins of the arena with empty hands.

[If this person came from the No.13 Legion, then I will think carefully about whether there is any plan behind her by my Ultramar brother. 】

[And if she had played for the Shadow Moon Wolf, the situation would have been better. Horus is a vain man who pursues the spectacle, and he prefers to use some obvious means. 】

【But Magnus...】

Coswayne could feel a cold sarcasm on the face of his genetic father.

[There is no one of my brothers standing behind her, but this does not prevent her from having problems. 】

"...Do you need me to lead someone and arrest her?"

[Why do you want to catch it. 】

Zhuang Sen turned his head and looked at his son.

"After all, she is a...problem character."

[Then, lock her up, just in case? 】

"……Yes."

The Primarch patted the heir on the shoulder, and he spoke in an almost pedagogical tone.

[Not to mention that she is still wearing the identity of the Thousand Sons Legion, and she does have a certain use value, these are enough for me to tolerate her life before she officially becomes stupid. 】

【What's more, if it's for the sake of safety and detention...】

[In this fleet, is there any place more suitable for detention than in my field of vision?And where is safer than in the edge of my sword? 】

【in case?Isn't that what I'm doing right now. 】

Coswayne was dumbfounded for a moment.

Before he could form new words, his genetic father simply waved his hand and gave his order.

[Save her a room on the Indomitable Truth. 】

【Then……】

He thought for a while, then looked at his son.

[What position did my brother give her? 】

"Hmm... a high-ranking mortal advisor."

[Good location, just as I also lack a mortal consultant in spiritual energy, even if I borrow her from my brother Magnus for a while. 】

[His consultant is good, I will use it here first. 】

[I believe he won't mind. 】

(End of this chapter)