Emperor's Bane

Chapter 92 Cats

In the eyes of 1000 million people, the Emperor of Humanity may have 1000 million looks.

He may be a majestic giant with sallow skin and long black shiny hair. He wears the most luxurious golden armor, and the light on his face alone is enough to illuminate the deepest darkness.

He may be a short and wise pedant, wrapping himself in a gray and white fully-sealed dust-free suit, only his dark blue and brown eyes can radiate memories and rationality from the great era.

He may be a fierce king, with a barbarian appearance, but he uses the laurel crown and the eagle's banner to tell his invincibility. Standing there, he is more fearsome than a million legions .

But in the eyes of the Lord of the First Legion, these were misguided myths, pathetic illusions of incompetence and inadequacy, which portrayed a far cry from what the Emperor really was.

Only what he saw was what the Emperor really looked like.

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Johnson was waiting. When his brothers returned to the "Imperial Dream" because of the emperor's order, he came to a dim In the cave.

The ancient doors may not have been truly opened for thousands of years, and Jonson's intrusion awakened the automatic lights that were still functioning. In the dimmest light, he could see the paintings on the walls on both sides: those from The paintings of the ancient glory days are black and white, telling how the first colonists drove away the herds and miasma, wiped the swamps and snow-capped mountains from the ground, and established a glorious city.

In the subsequent paintings, there were still movements of conflict, conspiracy and war, but Zhuang Sen was not in the mood to watch them. He walked quickly through here, pushed open doors, and finally stopped under a bright light .

This is a naturally formed patio, and the light from the sky pours in through the gap, opening up a dazzling kingdom in the endless darkness.

Zhuang Sen stood in the light, in his line of sight, in the looming shadow in front of him, a shadow slightly taller than him was slowly appearing.

The Emperor, here we come.

The Lord of Humanity was wearing an emerald armor, and the scales were inlaid with gold and connected with gold and silver threads, shining a dark green soft light in the dim shadows.

He covered himself with a robe that was also golden, somewhat worn and dark, with patterns of eagles, swords, and laurel wreaths woven with black silk thread.

His eyes are invisible to outsiders, and his high nose bridge and smooth jaw tell his youth, but when he speaks, it is a kind of natural stability and vicissitudes.

This is what the Lord of Men looks like, and when Jonson met his genetic father for the first time in the deep woods of Caliban, he was sure that what he saw was the true face of his father.

What his brothers witnessed were nothing but false masks, but he alone witnessed the truth.

[Jonson, my knight. 】

"Father."

The Lord of the First Legion performed the most standard knight salute, the emperor waited quietly and politely, and only slowly opened his mouth again when the ceremony was completed.

[You have a question, even if you cross the interstellar and the universe, you still want the answer? 】

Jonson didn't answer, he waited for the Emperor's permission.

It wasn't until the Lord of the First Legion felt a silent permission from the air that he raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and spoke cautiously.

"Yes, father."

"This may involve a secret, but I think it is necessary to report this matter to you."

The Emperor closed his eyes, as if sighing silently.

[Let's talk. 】

Zhuang Sen raised his head, his pupils flickered like a breeze blowing through the pool water, showing that he was more or less nervous.

"I would like to know……"

"When you shaped us, did you create one...or many...female individuals."

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The air seemed to be quiet for a long time.

It's been a long, very long, incredibly long, difficult time.

The tiniest dust slowly fell in the ragged rays of the sun, dancing irregular dance steps in mid-air, they drifted, and landed on top of Jonson's head and at the feet of the Emperor.

The Emperor just closed his eyes.

Finally, Jonson seemed to hear another sigh, but again he didn't seem to hear it.

[So, you met her? 】

"Morgan."

After getting an accurate answer, Zhuang Sen whispered the name in a trembling tone.

[Morgan, she still chose to accept this name, which is very good, and erased a trivial worry for me. 】

The emperor's tone seemed to be discussing a book that had been lost for a long time. He was a little relieved, but that was all. The eyes of the Lord of Humanity were still closed, and only the smile at the corner of his mouth was faintly visible on the edge of the hood.

[She took the initiative to find you? 】

"She came to my legion as a mortal advisor to the No.15 Legion, a confidant of my brother Magnus."

[...Magnus? 】

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The Emperor's eyes opened.

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Jonson heard footsteps, wandering footsteps.

His lord seemed to be thinking about something, and the lord of humanity raised his head, looked at the gap where the light kept pouring in, reshaped his thoughts, and deduced what he wanted from the short words.

【Your brother, sent her to your legion as a member who could replace his legion heir? 】

"Yes."

The Emperor turned his head, facing the darkest shadow, as if thinking of something.

Zhuang Sen raised his head and looked at his father: the lord of mankind stood at the junction of light and darkness, his dark golden robe shone brightly under the light, but his face was completely hidden in the darkness, more The dust haze kept falling and rising under his feet, like a dirty snow wave.

"Are you worried that she will be misled by Magnus, father?"

【...No, I'm worried about the opposite. 】

The emperor turned around and looked at his heir. In the pupils covered by the shadow of the hood, Jonson felt that there was nowhere to hide his secrets and thoughts.

He won't be offended by it.

[In your eyes, what kind of person is she? 】

"As a mortal?"

[As a mortal. 】

The Lion of Caliban thought for a moment.

"Powerful, calm, cautious, somewhat eccentric and hidden, but also has a greedy and reckless side."

[... Let's talk about it in detail. 】

"She is indeed very calm and cautious, and is used to making many preparations and plans, but this kind of caution is prepared for the recklessness deep in her heart."

"She has an instinctive obsession with exploring the remote land on the edge of her ability and consciousness. She always wants to know more, but she will not go blindly in the unknown."

"She won't rush forward, but she won't stop either."

"She won't lose her mind, but she won't stop either."

"She carries out adventure and exploration activities within her own capabilities, even if she is injured, it is only the slightest flesh injury, she has the most careful protection of her will, and will not voluntarily step into dangerous situations , but also unwilling to give up adventure and exploration.”

"In general."

"Be careful, you can't fill your desires."

"Stand at every step, be bold."

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The Emperor listened quietly.

Then, he asked Jonson to tell more, telling all the information that the First Legion had about Morgan's past, telling what Morgan did during the First Legion, and telling every shot, word and move of Morgan, some Maybe even Morgan himself has forgotten.

The Emperor listened carefully and carefully to every word, and then fell into a deeper and longer silence.

Until Zhuang Sen asked with an inexplicable anxiety.

"Need me to bring her, father?"

【...No, no need. 】

【Being not. 】

[I don't have extra time and energy. 】

The Emperor thought for a moment, then looked at Jonson.

[Temporarily, until this war is over, let her stay by your side. 】

[Until Ran Dan is wiped out, I will let her come back at a suitable time. Before that, she should be learning everything about being a primarch by your side. 】

[You should have an assistant too, Johnson. 】

[I entrust this war with Ran Dan to you, because you are the only one who can complete it. This war is doomed to be unknown, and will disappear in misunderstanding and oblivion. Obtain the rewards that only belong to you in the shadow of the world, that is, trust and loyalty. 】

[Some people always need light and applause. 】

[But some people don't need it. 】

[But... mark my words, Johnson. 】

[One day, she will leave us. 】

[This is an established fact. My will, your will, and even her will can't change this, absolutely, can't be changed. 】

[You have to be conscious and prepared. 】

[She will eventually leave the human empire, leave me, and leave you. This kind of separation is destined not to be a farewell between friends. It will be played in blood and fire, and it will not be recorded in any epic. Killing and end. 】

[Remember it, engrave it, execute it. 】

【My knight, this is your mission. 】

Jonson breathed silently, and he lowered his head.

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"I will reserve a sword for her, Father."

"I will guarantee that this sword will suit her best."

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The Lord of the First Legion has forgotten how he got out of that cave.

In fact, apart from the Emperor's words and instructions, he no longer remembered any details of that meeting.

He was silent, left, and boarded the Emperor's ship, catching up with the long overdue brotherhood meeting.

His brother Horus, still the same as before, was hopeless, eager to imitate the torch of the sun. He thought that the lion didn't know his little thoughts, and didn't know the ridiculous entanglements and annoyances in his heart.

There is another brother, Jaghatai Khan from Chogoris. Zhuang Sen didn't communicate with him too much, but from his short words and clear pupils, he saw a sincere person worthy of respect, This is extremely rare among his brothers.

As for Fulgrim...

Not everyone is worth analyzing and remembering.

Jonson declined further invitations, thinking he had shown Horus respect as gently as he could, and asked to leave.

Although in the eyes of others, the Lord of the First Legion simply stood up and looked straight at Horus, expressing the urgency of his legion's military affairs and not allowing extravagant behaviors to kill time.

His emerald green pupils shot at everyone, so that the three brothers could see that even if they continued to invite Zhuang Sen to sit down and chat, although he would not refuse, he would not participate in more topics.

He still remembered the flickering colors in Horus' pupils, which seemed to be an emotion called [embarrassment]. He somewhat understood Horus' situation, but he really didn't have any more reasons to stay there doing nothing.

Thus, the fleet of the First Legion became the first imperial team to leave the Moro galaxy.

The Lion of Caliban drove his heirs and crew almost harshly. Except for the necessary supplies, he refused all reasons to stay. The Dark Angel's fleet operated with the most efficient posture and returned to the front line without stopping.

Jonson was worried about the front line, and he was worried about handing over the power of war and command to anyone, even Coswayne, his most trusted heir, had never really proved his ability.

Jonson's ship returned from Moro at a speed that no one had imagined, and the dark angels gathered on the "Indomitable Truth" to meet them were even in a hurry, but fortunately their genetic father didn't care about this. As soon as he landed, he grabbed Coswayne and asked about the situation on the front line during his absence.

After confirming again and again that Ran Dan did not take the opportunity to launch any offensive that could turn the situation around, Zhuang Sen let go of the biggest stone in his heart. Then, he turned his head and saw his disguised blood relatives walking in a terrible way. Said to walk towards her slowly.

She stayed in front of him, saluted and saluted him, and called [His Excellency Jonson] respectfully.

The Lion of Caliban even felt an absurd emotion.

Then, she turned sideways, stood aside, and he saw another creature hovering at her feet.

It was a cat-like creature, about the length of a mortal's forearm, with snow-white fluffy hair, and a pair of blue-blue pupils like a vast ocean, with strands of brown-yellow and black light scattered around the pupils. It extends all the way to its nose, forming a kind of heart-shaped decoration, which complements the same brown-black ears.

It was as lazy as its own master. It rubbed the toe of Morgan's boots a little slowly, then simply shrank into a ball and gathered under her feet domineeringly.

Jonson's eyes stopped on Morgan's face, but he saw only an insincere smile.

[I decided to pay a return visit to Sisyphus, to take a good look back at the relics and sentiments of our battle, and it is just a wonderful souvenir: a wild cat with a strong brain is good for a psychic like me of. 】

Jonson's gaze flicked to Asmodeus again.

The poor think tank unconsciously took a step back under such sight, then nodded cautiously.

Caliban's giant feline turned his head again, his eyes lingering on Morgan's face for long enough, but there was nothing but a flat smile without the slightest hint of sincerity or provocation get.

In the end, Jonson just let it go.

Now, he should think about other things.

About that sword.

About Duran.

About his yet-to-be-seen brother: Leman Russ.

(End of this chapter)