Chapter 334 Your Dad’s Glorious History
Chapter 334 Your Father’s Glorious History
[So, I don’t know if Mr. Vashtoll has come to visit specifically, what advice do you have? 】
Humble words flowed slowly from the lips and teeth of the Primarch, but there was no hint of kindness in that arrogant tone: after all, the sentence itself was just a perfunctory expression of conversational etiquette.
Morgan was sitting on her throne. She didn't even bother to arrange a place for this uninvited guest. She just crossed her legs and supported her face with one arm. A few stray strands of hair hung down from her forehead, covering her face. He understood the vagaries in the eyes of the Primarch.
In front of her, the Lord of the Furnace lurking in the highest heaven also didn't care about these useless superficial efforts. It was adjusting the body of the unfortunate mechanical priest bit by bit, letting the arcs roll and the gears roar, just to let One's own will can stay longer.
Morgan could even clearly see how those carefully maintained metal structures were corroded step by step by the power of subspace: the clean and tidy steel was recast into the shape of screaming faces, and the unknown cables were like poisonous snakes. Coming out, tearing away the last rationality, the long-dissipated soul of the Mechanic Priest was reduced to ashes in the rootless flames. Even the Lord of Avalon could not catch it in the highest heaven.
All of this was like an overly restricted documentary disc placed in front of the Primarch, making the well-informed Spider Queen sigh with emotion.
It took Vashtor a few seconds to recast the new body of the Omnissian believer into a piece of burning vicious steel. Its voice started from the soul furnace and passed through those The air twisted by the flames was arrayed in front of Morgan.
Compared with the last conversation, its voice sounded much smoother, and the Primarch could even clearly feel the aftermath caused by the vibration of the furnace in its chest and constantly wandering in the sea of souls.
"I am here for two important things, Queen of the Realm of Fear."
The mechanical priest's face had been distorted by the vicious skills, turning into a large pool of metallic pus that was constantly being reshaped in the flames. When he looked directly at the original gene, even the Spider Queen felt a trace of instinctive uneasiness. .
Morgan frowned, not only because of that ugly face, but also because of the honorific in Vashtor's mouth, that sincere honorific.
A country of fear?
What does that have to do with her?
[Say it. 】
[I will tolerate you for the time being, the evil spirit of subspace. 】
After a brief silence and thinking, Morgan spoke, like a tyrannical queen receiving barbarian envoys from afar. On both sides of her throne, Virgo and Ophiuchus, who were always on high alert, each occupied a most important position. The stronghold that is conducive to the output of firepower has become the only audience for this private meeting.
Vashtor nodded, its words without any hesitation.
"The first thing is, I'm here to confirm whether the contract between us is still being fulfilled, and to see with my own eyes whether you have started to collect the three artifacts of Zia Space as we agreed in the contract: Please forgive me for being suspicious. , because this matter is of great importance and I must personally identify it."
[So, I guess the result must be satisfactory to you? 】
The corners of the Spider Queen's mouth raised in sarcasm, but did not stop the Forge Lord's movements for even a moment. It just nodded and gave a serious answer.
"Yes, your compliance with the contract makes me happy: from the moment I arrived on your battleship, I could feel the breath of Tuchucha Engine and Plague Heart, and the only remaining Ouroboros, It is also sleeping on the planet beneath our feet.”
"Presumably, you are about to start making them become one?"
[This is none of your business, Xie Sui. 】
The Lord of Avalon's fingertips tapped on her throne. Along with the hollow echo and slow breathing, Morgan's power was rushing in the throne room. They were like waves in the flood season, swallowing up the original calm and calmness, using spiritual energy A dragnet that enveloped everything in front of the Primarch.
The power sleeping in it is enough to tear apart any famous demon in the supreme sky, but in the eyes of the Spider Queen, these are only necessary when communicating with an unknown existence in the supreme sky. Just preparation work.
Cunning colors surged in the azure eyes of the Avalonian.
[Listen, the evil spirits of subspace. 】
[Now that you have asked the first question, in line with the principle of reciprocity, it is time for you to answer one of my questions. 】
"Speaking."
The burning body resounded with the sound of destruction like a forge.
"I will definitely give you an accurate answer within the scope of what I can answer."
Morgan stroked her lips: she didn't believe the promise.
[Tell me: What does the master of the fearful kingdom mean? 】
"This is the honorific title that should be sung to you in the highest heaven."
"Because fear is one of the powers that you, or the position behind you, holds. It comes from the unknown and confusion that you represent, and from the way all intelligent creatures face the darkness beyond their understanding. The most basic biological instinct."
Morgan nodded.
[The unknown can indeed bring fear, but not only the future can bring fear. Just like although mortals will be afraid of a madman whose behavior logic cannot be understood, they will also be afraid of a murderer with a clear purpose: How do you explain this? The difference, Vashtor? 】
What answered the Primarch was a sound that was very close to [laughter]. It came from the deepest part of the Soul Forge, and was extremely twisted on the burning body to torture the ears of the Lord of Avalon.
"You are right, Mr. Morgan. Fear is indeed divided into different categories. This is because intelligent creatures have complex emotions. They will be afraid of inevitable death and also afraid of a fate with a slim future. , these are all cowardly instincts brought about by the flesh."
"But please also realize one thing, that is, in the supreme sky, the authority of the gods does not actually have clear boundaries, but blends with each other and bites each other, just like two handfuls of liquid metal of different colors. Mixed together, in addition to the most core authorities, there are also a large number of authorities that can be competed for by two or more gods."
"The throne of the gods can only seat one person, but in each etheric realm, more royal flags can be planted. In addition, there are a large number of neutral and disordered areas, and my soul furnace is one of them. .”
"Under such conditions, the authority over fear is just a unclaimed land that is more inclined to you. Although other gods have the opportunity to intervene, their interests are concentrated in other areas. Regarding fear, value, no more attempts.”
"For example: In a sense, the Lord of Skulls can also affect the concept of fear, but do you think he will really focus on those cowards?"
【……】
Morgan rubbed his fingertips.
[You mean: Even if I can only master the fear caused by the unknown, because there is no opponent to compete with me in the other areas of the Kingdom of Fear, I can also call myself the master of the entire Kingdom of Fear? 】
Vashtor nodded.
"The actual reasons are a little more complicated than that, but you can understand it."
Morgan was silent, and she used her low-hanging hair to cover the storm in her pupils: She actually had no more interest in these so-called authorities and gods, because they were too far out of reach.
What the Primarch really cares about is that through the description of the Lord of the Forge in front of her, she can further understand the Supreme Sky and what is in the depths of the Supreme Sky: Although the credibility of these descriptions is doubtful, but in the Under the current circumstances, this is the relatively stable channel she can find.
At worst, she would ask her genetic father to repeat these things in the future to check whether the words were correct. If it could help the emperor, that would be great.
After all, although Morgan still hated the Lord of Mankind from the bottom of her heart, she had to admit that the Emperor was the only backbone and answer to the entire human empire in fighting side by side against the warp gods.
If you can help, you still have to help.
Even if it's just to hide behind his golden flames and fool yourself.
There was such calculation and bitterness brewing in the heart of the Primarch, and Vashtor waited patiently for her thinking to end. It didn't seem to be in a hurry: perhaps, for such a subspace existence, Time has long lost its meaning.
…
Morgan was silent for about a minute.
When she raised her head again, she sat up straight and pushed her messy hair to her ears. Her fully exposed blue pupils emitted bursts of light, causing a huge wave of psychic energy in the entire throne room. They all rushed forward.
[Okay, tell your next question, Vashtor. 】
"as you wish."
The twisted cables and hot metal tore at each other, creating roaring syllables, like a million furious metal beasts fighting in the hurricane of the highest sky.
The burning body stared closely at the face of the Spider Queen, and Morgan could even feel the red pupils that did not exist in front of her, exuding the smell of industry, iron flow, and uncontrolled waste gas pollution.
In her uneasiness, the master of the Soul Forge spoke.
"The second thing about my visit: This is more like a proposal, a proposal that exists only between you and me, and does not include anyone who is not here."
【proposal? 】
Morgan frowned.
"Yes."
Vashtor's voice was heavy.
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"I propose to you: Primarch of the Imperium of Man, God Unknown, Work of the Damned, Master of the Great Night and the Realm of Fear."
"Are you willing to accept the cooperation intention I expressed and sign a new contract between you and me: You must conceal the existence of this contract. No one is allowed to know the content and secrets of this contract. This It’s just a collaborative effort between you and me.”
"If you are willing to listen, I can tell you about the chips I have prepared for this new cooperation: I guarantee that it will definitely satisfy you, or in other words, I will keep adding more chips until you are satisfied."
"But the condition is that you cannot let anyone know about this cooperation: whether it is your subordinates or your biological brothers, especially your genetic father, you cannot tell any of them."
"If you can't do it, you can choose to reject this proposal. This will have no impact on the contract we are currently engaged in. I will still fulfill it."
"And if you can do that, then I'll be happy that we're on the same page again."
"Now……"
"What's your answer, Mr. Morgan?"
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【……】
The Spider Queen was silent.
She was silent for a long time.
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"..."
On the side of the throne, Virgo, who was originally concentrating on Vashtor, could not help but cast a confused look at her mother: Morgan was still silent, and she had been silent for too long.
Maybe five minutes.
What does it mean to have a five-minute meditation on a Primarch who could stand alongside Guilliman in multi-threading?
Virgo didn't understand this, but she had never seen her creator spend so much time thinking seriously about a problem. She saw the storm in those blue pupils, and saw the roaring The distorted face and the ruthless sea of fire are fighting each other in the jewel-like eyes.
Virgo did not interrupt all this, and her energy was once again focused on Vashtor's burning body, so focused that she even forgot to breathe: just like the subspace creation under her muzzle, they were all Forgetting to breathe, this made the already empty throne room so quiet that you could even hear the phantom sound of the Spider Queen's giant psychic web constantly rubbing.
The Maid of the Stars didn't care about all this. She focused on her mother's orders and waited for the next words to come out of her mouth: no matter what those words were, she would carry them out unswervingly. This was the meaning of her existence.
After making such a vow, she waited for the words from her mother: and almost in the next second, she waited.
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【……】
【Ha ha ha ha ha! 】
Morgan smiled.
She smiled happily, and even the hairpins that were originally beautifully taken care of fell off one after another with the rare and hearty laughter, and rested on the ear of the Primarch, once again making her pupils half-covered. Covering it, making it difficult for people to see clearly the blue light behind it.
【Hehehehe...】
While smiling, the Primarch grinned: It was neither a mockery nor a touch, but an expression of an angry smile originating from instinct, when a large predator is angered beyond its control.
【Vashtor. 】
The Spider Queen bangs on her throne.
[You know, in the thirty or forty years since I came to this world, I haven’t actually learned much useful knowledge: I can’t help it, who called me a Primarch? We, twisted creatures, are born knowing too many things, and even throughout our lives, we may not be able to fully and thoroughly utilize the original knowledge in our minds. 】
Morgan reached out and curled her hair absentmindedly with his fingers.
[But despite this, I learned something so vital that I could even call it: truth. 】
"The truth does not exist, Your Excellency."
[It varies from person to person and from time to time. 】
Morgan smiled, her tone was very slow but unquestionable.
[I didn’t learn them from books, but from my pupils, from my field of vision, from the living cases I witnessed: among them were mortals, aliens, and even my brothers and Sons, they suffered before me, and I played some dishonorable role in some of these sufferings. 】
[That was a long time ago, but I remember very clearly, very clearly, I remember the appearance and experiences of those people: whether it was the think tanks under my command who died young, or the powerful priests of the alien empire, or even me The brother who has fallen too deep...]
[They all use their own tragic fate to tell me a truth: in front of subspace, we are so small and fragile, in front of subspace, promises are so unbearable to play with, in front of subspace, we should never Have even a hint of luck. 】
At this point, the Spider Queen paused obviously. She seemed to be sighing, and she seemed to be just thinking about whether to say the next words.
【……】
[Listen, Vashtor. 】
[I will not agree to your request, I will not deceive the Emperor and make any deal or compromise with you: no matter how trivial it is, no matter how generous the reward you will offer me, my answer is only one. 】
【I reject. 】
As soon as these words fell to the ground, countless storms ceased.
Virgo stood aside and watched all this quietly. She had never heard such a serious rejection from her mother, and then, a familiar element suddenly appeared between the Spider Queen's eyebrows.
[If you insist on making this so-called transaction with me, then I can only convey these words of yours to my father: If this move has caused harm to you, then I can only express my apology. . 】
Morgan was laughing, smiling maliciously.
"Is that so?"
But even such obvious malice didn't seem to affect the master of the soul furnace at all. Vashtor just moved the burning body slowly, letting the cables and steel wires make harsh sounds from the constant friction: Morgan The rejection didn't seem to surprise him at all.
"Okay, Mr. Morgan, I will take back this contract."
[You don’t seem surprised? 】
The Primarch raised a brow.
"Because the contract was rejected, it was already in my pre-designed possibility plan. I have experienced this many times: rather, it is better for me to be able to propose such a contract with great uncertainty. It’s a rare situation.”
Vashtor spoke his thoughts unhurriedly. The steady rhythm like a crane and the steady voice like a heavy hammer made his words more convincing.
"After all, you are the master of the Infinite Night and the Kingdom of Fear. It is your nature to master and rely on the unknown, and it is also your greatest source of strength: even if you are like now and don't understand your position at all, you can still pass it. Some kind of instinct that predicts things related to you and the best choices.”
"You're even an unintentional prophet."
【……】
Morgan's face was solemn. She did not interrupt Vashtor's whisper, but listened carefully to these words: If this subspace creature did not lie, then the Spider Queen can understand it. It has always guided What is her [instinct] in action?
To grasp the unknown...
The Primarch sighed, and Vash'tor's whisper echoed in her ears.
"But since you don't agree, let's shelve this contract for the time being."
[It’s not temporary, you subspace evil spirit who can’t understand human words. 】
Morgan snorted.
[No matter how many times you propose it, I will never agree to your cooperation plan. 】
The Forge Lord raised his head, staring at the Primarch again, confused.
"Why: Is it because my conditions are not generous enough? Or is it because you have no more intentions in this regard? Or, do you doubt the fairness of this contract?"
"From a logical point of view, these reasons are not valid: why did you choose to refuse to cooperate with me? It is obvious that we can both gain benefits that outweigh the harm."
"You don't even want to hear about the collaboration, the stakes with me."
"What makes you so short-sighted?"
Faced with the heartfelt questioning from the Lord of the Soul Furnace, Morgan just responded with a cold smile and equally cold words.
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【the reason is simple. 】
[Because: I am a coward, a coward, a conservative old stubborn who only dares to move forward step by step on the edge of darkness, a miser who only wants to protect myself and the treasures in my hands in the storm of the future. 】
[I will not agree to your cooperation, and I will not take the initiative to betray my only reliance when facing the demons in the supreme sky for the sake of the illusory interests you talk about: Yes, I am a cowardly person, a person in A pessimist filled with countless fears. 】
[If possible, I don’t even want to have anything to do with the Supreme Heaven, but I know that I can’t do this, because the storm of subspace has taken root in my soul from the moment I became conscious, The face of the evil god has appeared in the depths of every sleepless nightmare I have. 】
[But even so, I still firmly believe in a truth. 】
[When you have the ability to refuse the olive branch extended by subspace. 】
【You must reject it. 】
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"It seems that you have lived up to your title in the subspace. As the lord of the Kingdom of Fear, it is normal to be filled with the most primitive and largest fears: although your situation is far from perfect. It’s that serious.”
"It seems that the cursed one has indeed made many changes to you."
After listening to the Spider Queen's declaration, Vashtor just nodded without joy. It no longer mentioned the contract, but casually passed over the topic of the original body and the Emperor. The twisted flames Erupting from the bodies he manipulated, the pendulum-like hammering of souls formed the necessary valedictory words.
Obviously, the Lord of the Soul Forge has lost interest in this place: after solving its two problems one after another, it has no reason to stay here.
However, Morgan still had a problem.
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[However, compared to these, I am curious about another question, Vashtor. 】
The Spider Queen tilted her head, a vicious light reflected in her pupils.
[What makes you so afraid of my father that you would rather discuss the planning process of the three artifacts with me as an intermediary than go directly to... the emperor? 】
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"You had better not mention that cursed name, Your Excellency."
"This is not beneficial to our current cooperation at all."
Compared with the previous quietness and seriousness, Vashtor's tone actually showed some obvious anger: You know, even if Morgan's position clearly cut off the possibility of their cooperation, the Lord of the Soul Furnace also There was no slight fluctuation due to this.
The strange flames that had been extinguished were rekindled at this moment, and the squeaking sound of metal poured in from every crack. Unexplained rust stains began to appear on the bright and new ground, which incomparably showed that from A little anger deep in the subspace.
The original body just smiled contemptuously, and she gave a sharp shout. The brief demonstration was quickly suppressed, the rust was wiped away, the flames were suppressed, and in Morgan's throne room, Vashtor was obviously still there. You cannot act recklessly.
But that doesn't diminish its fury.
"Why did you mention this name, Mr. Morgan? This is very unreasonable!"
【I'm just curious. 】
Morgan raised a hand and covered the slight astonishment in her pupils with her hair: She also did not expect that Vashtor would be so wary of the Emperor's existence. Logically speaking, it should also be quite powerful in the Supreme Heaven. important role.
Could it be that her genetic father was stronger than she thought?
[Since this is a transaction between you and my genetic father, then why do you want to find me as the middleman: Now it seems that I have no actual connection with this transaction, and I can’t think of a reason for you to find me. . 】
"..."
The Lord of the Forge was unusually silent.
"You need to know, Mr. Morgan."
"The vast majority of subspace creatures, even me, will never appear rashly in front of your genetic father, the cursed one: this is an iron law."
[What has he done to make you so afraid of him? 】
"..."
Vashtor originally didn't want to answer this question, but when its cold mind subconsciously turned because of this external message, a new spark of inspiration was born in a corner of the furnace: for it, let what is in front of it Morgan's knowledge of the secrets of the warp doesn't seem to be entirely a bad thing.
The benefit exists: although it is very small and hidden in the waves of the future, it does exist.
Then, the Lord of the Forge raised his head.
"Do you know where the cursed ones got the energy of the subspace to create creations like you whose souls are fused with flesh and blood, enough to make the highest heaven stir?"
[…Maybe it’s a deal. 】
trade?
Vashtor revealed a cold, steel-sword-like sarcastic laugh.
It's going to be funny.
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This is a crazy story.
A long time ago: specifically, before what you call the Great Crusade, before everything began, the Cursed One, your genetic father, was already running around in pursuit of his ambitions.
The first time I heard his name was because of a world called [Moro]. He took a spaceship and brought a group of humans he called partners to Moro, and entered the world from there. The deepest part of the highest heaven.
I don't know how he crossed the dimensions of the warp and the real universe without being torn apart by those violent hurricanes. I also don't know how he deceived or deceived the pretentious gods to allow him to penetrate deep into the ethereal realm. The most core.
According to legend, the gods in the highest heaven once welcomed his arrival because they saw the shadow of a new companion in him and looked forward to owning the fifth throne as soon as possible. In order to trap the gods in this lie, In the process, he even sacrificed a group of companions around him without changing his face, watching their souls being swallowed up by the storm of the warp, in order to win the trust of the gods.
But his lie was just a cheap trick after all. When the gods discovered his true purpose, they fell into a state of anger and ecstasy: all because they themselves are the product of contradictions, both because Angry at being deceived, but also cheering for this ruthless and bold move.
Due to the checks and balances between each other, the thoughts of the cursed person, and other incomprehensible reasons, the gods did not personally interfere. They just mobilized their armies to punish this arrogant mortal: that is unimaginable to you. With such huge power, even ten thousand years of war cannot accumulate so many wronged souls. Even an empire spanning the stars will collapse under the roar of such an army.
So, on that day, a war broke out in the deepest part of the highest heaven.
And I witnessed it all.
I witnessed how he unleashed the power to destroy the world and wipe out the armies loyal to the gods. The legions disintegrated under his sharp blade, and the unborn people who flowed into the furnace of souls wailed. The total number of the past hundred wars combined is even greater.
His companions were simply a group of madmen. They followed him like fanatic believers, each possessing unparalleled strength and courage, until they were overwhelmed one by one by the army of the gods.
That unknown war lasted for unknown lengths of time, until even the most ferocious demon lost the courage to be his enemy, until all the gods began to whisper his name, until there were several who were not inferior to me, nor were they Lost in your existence, I fell under his sword and never appeared again.
Until he became the sun, the sun in the highest sky.
It was only then that the gods realized the seriousness of the problem. They were horrified to discover that the cursed ones had stolen a large number of treasures from the etheric realm, the most important of which was the [Flame].
So, the gods themselves took action. They were eager to stop the cursed person and prevent him from causing trouble to them in the real universe: but this attempt failed, because at the moment they were about to catch him, in Next to the cursed man, his last few companions actively blocked his way.
These tiny lives ignited themselves without hesitation, igniting their lives and souls. Although their light was so dim and short-lived, they were torn apart by the roar of the gods in less than a moment, but for That's enough for the damned.
Using the light of his last companions as cover, the Damned escaped the wrath of the gods and returned to the temporary safety of the real universe.
Alone.
Returned with a full load.
Then, relying on the treasures and [flames] he obtained during this journey to the highest heaven, he started his own ambition in the real universe.
But the gods would not let him go because of this. They followed the cracks created by time and space and erected their own projections in front of the cursed person and his creations.
But then, they were attracted by the creations themselves.
And the cursed one seems to have started a new round of lies.
then……
The story that follows is what you know now.
This one has a lot of personal details added, including how the Emperor obtained the raw materials of the original body in my timeline.
Yes, half-stealing, half-cheating, and half-robbing
As for the Emperor's companions, this is actually a small selfishness of mine. According to the explanation of end and death, I don't believe that the Emperor's Eternal companions will leave one by one. I would rather set it this way: those who firmly believe in the Emperor's dream Companions, have burned themselves to this dream, and the Emperor has shouldered their sacrifices and become the Master of Mankind