Emperor's Bane

Chapter 89 Brewing

"Tell me, what happened on Sisyphus?"

"...I don't know, but it seems that our genetic father seems to be... a little angry."

"Some? The anger on his body can ignite an entire star sector! When Lord Luther disobeyed orders, he was never so angry."

"That's true... But Ms. Morgan seems to be in a good mood. Do you think it's because our genetic father didn't fight..."

"Forbidden! Use your brain, is that possible?"

"Forgive me for not being able to think of a second answer. I think the only possibility is that our genetic father is mad at something about Ms. Morgan. This is the only logical reasoning that works properly."

"He's angry because of Ms. Morgan?"

"Correct."

"Then he arranged Ms. Morgan's room next to his own, under one person, above ten thousand?"

"Uh……"

"Then should I make him angry too?"

"...You can give it a try...I will give you full spiritual support...and all expenses for the funeral."

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The whispers of the Dark Angels echoed in the shadow of the Indomitable Truth, the proudest and mightiest of warriors huddled in corners, as all the corridors and halls rolled and burned in the Primarch's wrath.

Like a hungry monster, like a raging thunder, when the black hurricane named Primarch of the First Legion jumped off the landing craft that recovered the extinct machine and started rampaging, the entire Queen of Glory was silently screaming at him. Trembling under the majesty.

Zhuang Sen didn't speak or growl, he just widened his eyes, letting the green pupils shoot silent sharp arrows, mercilessly piercing the body of every offspring he passed, fleeting.

By the Emperor, the Gene-Father looks far scarier now than when he roared.

Countless soldiers of the First Legion felt so emotional in their hearts. They hid in the shadow of the battleship until the figure of the Lord of the Legion flew by like a hurricane, and then they squeezed out the tiniest voice from their throats to discuss.

But then they heard another sound, the sound of high-heeled riding boots stomping on the ground unhurriedly.

Morgan followed behind the Lion King, keeping an extremely strange distance: she seemed to be right behind the furious lion, and seemed to be thousands of miles away. In the eyes of all the soldiers of the First Legion, she seemed to be A shadow of nothingness, a queen stepped out of a painting, a pale spider queen patrolling the realms of the Legion's corridors.

When they blinked and concentrated their attention, they realized that she was real and had already drifted away.

The silver-haired spider queen walked briskly, her figure walked through the streams of light, like a cloak of moonlight, she strolled in the silent eyes of countless dark angels, and walked towards the most Confused eyes returned a cold smile, as if he was not a guest, but the half owner of this battleship.

All the dark angels who had just escaped from the wrath of the gene father looked at this scene suddenly. When they realized this arrogant temperament, they didn't even feel that there was anything wrong until Morgan's figure disappeared in the corner. At that time, Zhuang Sen's heirs looked at each other, only to realize how much the minute just now was...

absurd.

But the confusion of the Astartes warriors did not affect the decision of the Primarch, and Jonson stood in front of his door until the sound of Coswayne's hurried footsteps.

The Primarch of the First Legion pointed to the front left of his door, which was opposite Coswayne's room.

[From now on, she will live here. 】

The lion king's confidant couldn't help but glanced at the room that had been vacant all this time, then turned his head, glanced at Morgan, who kept a faint smile, and nodded in agreement.

If he remembered correctly, this vacant room used to belong to Mr. Luthor...

Before the confusion swirled in his mind, he heard Zhuang Sen's gnashing of teeth.

The voice was directed at Morgan.

[You stay here for me! 】

[Remember my words!Nowhere! 】

The Primarch of the First Legion straightened his body. He did not turn his head or look away. His face was hidden in the shadows, as if deliberately avoiding the mortal behind him.

At that moment, Coswayne found himself having this illusion.

Then, he heard Morgan's smile.

【Why be so nervous, Your Excellency Zhuang Sen. 】

【When did I disobey your order? 】

The provocative atmosphere in this answer made Coswayne feel a little suffocated. He began to worry about the anger of the gene father and the safety of the silver-haired lady, and then he found that his worries were completely unnecessary.

His genetic father was obviously still angry, but he just let out a heavy growl, then pushed open the door and walked into his room.

And when Coswayne turned his head, he found that Morgan had returned to the original room at the end of the corridor, using psionic power to pull all the personal belongings, and carried out this simple move.

The Lion King's confidants watched the scene quietly until Morgan closed the door of his new room, Coswayne stood in the corridor alone, took a deep breath, then rubbed his face, The friction and a little pain told him that everything just now was not an illusion.

……

He was a little curious.

What happened on Sisyphus?
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When Ahriman of the No.15 Corps visited the "Indomitable Truth" again, Morgan had been locked in her new room for more than ten days. She completely obeyed the orders from Johnson, even the daily meals. They were delivered to the door regularly by the servants on the battleship.

The silver-haired lady obviously liked this kind of idle home life. From time to time, there would be a surge of psionic energy in her room, which made the senior Dark Angels next door subconsciously grasp the anti-psychic energy device in their hands.

And in those moments when she didn't delve into psychic powers, she would focus on her personal hobbies and decorating her temporary small world. When he opened the door of Morgan's room, a fresh breath that only belonged to stamens and branches made his heart feel comfortable in an instant.

He also smelled another smell, one he loved and was familiar with.

With the opening of the door, a simple scenery appeared in front of Ahriman's eyes: the color scheme of the room is a combination of white, brown rice and light gray, the light blue steel floor is carefully covered by a layer of brown cushions, On top of it are scattered gray and white beds, striped splicing cabinets, and spacious wooden desks. The huge dark red bookshelf occupies almost the entire wall. A sufficient number of books to satisfy Ahriman.

On the other side of the room, next to the desk is a light blue-gray fabric sofa, a reclining chair of the same light color is randomly placed in front of it, and two orange paintings hang quietly on the wall, It's sunflowers and oranges.

When Ahriman looked up and saw the soft light from the square, not too big and not too small chandelier, he couldn't be more satisfied.

The son of Magnus stepped on his iron boots a little uneasy, as if he was afraid of ruining the scenery in front of him, until the owner of the room smiled and extended the invitation.

Morgan was leaning on the sofa, holding a thick roll of books in one hand, and resting her other arm on the wooden desk next to the sofa. She was wearing a creamy white sweater, light blue slender pants, and her toes were in the Putting it into the snow-white socks, the two legs are turned up, so that a brown slipper rises and falls in mid-air with the rhythm of the owner.

Seeing Ahriman, she laughed, put down the book in her hand, and stood up. Her silver hair was already too long, so she simply combed it into a loose side ponytail, hanging all the way to her waist.

Amidst the joy and laughter of the long-lost reunion, Ahriman carefully sat on the sofa. He was extremely glad that he was not wearing armor this trip, and the furniture Morgan had chosen was strong enough.

Morgan lit a desk lamp, and then stretched out his hand to pull up the lowered curtains. A huge floor-to-ceiling window suddenly appeared in front of Ahriman's eyes. The faint light in the void shone into the room, and the stars that flickered from time to time made the room Breath becomes comfortable.

"I'm here to say goodbye."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ahriman's voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Now that the war with Ran Dan has eased, Lord Magnus summoned us to return to Prospero. The Thousand Sons Legion is currently being reorganized. I need to go back and organize my own society and company."

"Not long ago, under the leadership of Lord Magnus, the Legion intervened in the battle in Riobia, and successfully prevented the barbarian slave owners of the No.19 Legion from destroying the priceless treasure of knowledge on it. Satisfied with the operation, he felt it was time for the Legion to return to the Great Crusade."

【you alone? 】

"Yes……"

Qianzi's voice was a little bleak.

"The original team, one hundred fighters, have all died except you and me..."

"I don't even know how I should explain this matter to my genetic father, thanks to the Primarch of the First Legion, you can't go back to Prospero with me, the Primarch has already acquiesced to you Position in the First Legion."

He blinked, then looked around.

"But you don't have to worry. If you encounter any trouble in the First Legion, you can inform me. Both me and Lord Magnus regard you as a real part of the No.15 Legion. You don't need to worry Any provocations and threats, the Thousand Sons will be with you."

Morgan smiled, a sincere smile that Ahriman took as silent thanks.

But then, she asked a question.

【Ran Dan... really retreated? 】

"From the actual situation, it is true."

[But I remember that the No.11 Primarch and his legion have not communicated with the Empire for a long time, and even the Dark Angels are talking about it. 】

Ahriman laughed.

"No.11 Legion? Don't worry, they are the greatest and most powerful warriors. Although they are indeed cruel, their fighting ability is beyond doubt. It is said that the purest Primarch saw the Emperor's first Right now, I really worshiped at his feet, at that time, he had rushed out of his home planet and encountered the Emperor's fleet in another galaxy, but he still handed everything over to the Emperor in the first place."

[Including his home planet? 】

"...I don't know about this, but it is said that his home planet, like Baal, is absolutely autonomous and mysterious. The emperor appreciates his ability and attitude, so he gave this gift, but for that world, They missed the glory of the Emperor's own presence."

They chatted for a while, about the No.11 legion and some anecdotes about other legions, Ahriman naturally talked freely, and this kind of happy time lasted for about one Terra standard hour.

Then, Morgan seemed to remember something.

She got up and walked to the side of her bed where a curtain hung.

【Do you remember everything you said, Ahriman? 】

"Ok?"

Ahriman froze for a moment, then he thought about it.

"should be."

Morgan clutched at the curtains and winked at him.

【That's good, because, I will too. 】

Randomly, she pulled it lightly, and Ahriman's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Several round wooden barrels are tired there, emitting a mellow smell of wine mixed with wood chips.

With a light tap of Morgan's finger, two cups flew into her hand. She took the two cups and dragged a wooden barrel to Ahriman's face.

[I remember you once complained that there was no wine to drink at the front. 】

"That's right... that happened five or six years ago... I trouble you to remember it in your heart..."

Holding the wine glass, Ahriman felt that his throat was a little dry.

He took a sip of the purplish red wine, which tasted like real wine, a little sour compared to Prospero's wines, but it didn't hurt.

Ahriman drank sips, feeling a different kind of warmth flowing in his heart.

"I didn't expect that it was just a complaint. I didn't expect you to remember it. It took so much trouble."

Morgan laughed.

[Look at what you said, Ahriman. 】

[We are best friends, aren't we? 】

[The words of a good friend are like the stars in the sky, even if there is only one sentence, it should be kept in mind. 】

[Right, my best friend. 】

"..."

What else could Ahriman say?

His fingers trembled a little, causing the wine in the glass to ripple layer by layer. Finally, he raised the glass and took another sip.

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but……

Smacking his lips, feeling the real sour taste, Ahriman still couldn't contain his doubts.

"My friend Morgan..."

【Um? 】

"How did you... brew this batch of wine?"

【Oh……】

Morgan's smile made Ahriman shudder a little, and the voice of her answer was justified.

[Step on it with your feet. 】

"... Cough! Cough cough! Cough..."

Ahriman coughed violently a few times, trying to restrain the urge to spit out the wine. He pursed his lips, struggled for a while, and swallowed the wine in his mouth.

"You...are joking, aren't you!"

There was a smile on Morgan's pale face.

【what……】

【Of course, just kidding...】

She smiled, and that smile was unsettling.

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Jonson took a deep breath.

He stood in the deepest part of the room, looked at the special communication device in front of him, and turned it on.

After a while, a golden blurry figure loomed in front of the Primarch.

【Jonson...my knight...】

【Father. 】

The Primarch of the First Order whispered a greeting.

[I have some questions that I want to ask you. 】

【About...】

Before Zhuang Sen finished speaking, there was a blocking voice from the other end of the communicator. The emperor's words came intermittently from countless stars, accumulating in Zhuang Sen's ears little by little.

【I know... what are you going to ask... my knight...】

【Come to Moro...you alone, bring your guards...don't bring anyone else...】

【I will give you...an answer. 】

(End of this chapter)