Chapter 389 Extra: The Darkest Time (Part 1)
(Since I really have no time to live today and can’t think of the text, I decided to bite the lighter: in short, this is a timeline [if Morgan was a complete scumbag from the beginning])
(By the way, the Morgan here was also one of the original ideas for this book. You can see if there is any difference from the current Avalon silver-haired lynx)
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The most primitive and strongest human emotion is fear, and the most primitive and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.
——Lovecraft
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Exactly seventy-six Terran Standard Years have passed since the holy and great Emperor of Mankind left his capital and embarked on the Great Crusade aimed at restoring the honor of mankind. The fleet of the Human Empire is here During this period, he conquered the world, swept through thousands of stars, and eliminated all the little people who were using their arms as chariots. Not only did they once again hold countless stars that once belonged to humans in their hands, but they also retrieved the most precious relics in the galaxy one after another for their master.
Primarch: This is how the Lord of Terra calls his creations, and his subjects naturally follow this name. These warriors who inherit the blood of the Emperor are all gods from ancient scrolls. They are all present in one or more fields, reaching a level beyond the reach of mankind. Their strength, wisdom, and the legions they command are the most powerful weapons for mankind to return to glory.
But as those ancient philosophers on Holy Terra described in their worries: Weapons are the weakest things in the world and the most wavering traitors, no matter who they are made by and for what purpose. , as long as the situation is right, any weapon is very happy to stab its owner.
And in these imperial blades called Primarchs, this point is vividly displayed: one day, some of them set off an unprecedented betrayal, burning everything the Emperor desired, and in Among these fallen betrayers, there is a figure who is neither tall nor burly, but will be the sharp blade that plunges straight into the chest of the Lord of Humanity.
She, the most terrifying betrayer, her name has been washed away and accumulated for ten thousand years, and no one dares to mention it. However, in the oldest yellow scrolls, it is still recorded A most special Primarch who opened up territory for the Imperium during the Great Crusade.
At that time, her warriors would call it...
Morgan.
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When the gods in the highest heaven stole all the Primarchs from the hands of the Lord of Mankind, they did not immediately take these precious products into their bags, but with some kind of joking mentality, they took all the All the amniotic membranes were thrown into the turbulent flow of the Milky Way.
All the Primarchs were thrown into an uncertain fate because of this, and the vast majority of them ended up in a world with human civilization. This was also a fate predicted by the gods in advance, but there was only one different.
Unlike her brothers, Morgan's amniotic chamber did not fall on any world related to humans or human civilization. It fell on a pure wilderness: it is not appropriate to say that this is a wilderness. It is more accurate. In one sense, Morgan landed on a world controlled by the wild Eldar.
This special creation was immediately discovered by the local wild spirit tribes. At the same time, other spirit tribes also came after hearing the news. These aliens had various purposes: whether to kill her, take her away, To enslave her, or simply separate her from the soul of the world, an unprecedented bloody battle broke out. Thousands of descendants of the ancient empire fought against each other here. Under the huge shadow of the Arkworld, the Nether Knight and Tanta were reflected. A brutal scene of Ross's giant marauders fighting each other.
The battle lasted for a long time, until the Ark Eldar barely defeated all their compatriots, but just when the leading commander was about to use ancient technology to break the amniotic chamber that protected the original body, the one who had been hidden in the darkness The god stretched out His hand.
The Prince of Joy has arrived.
The youngest god took away the souls of all the Eldar in an instant. He licked the corners of his mouth with dissatisfaction, and soon fixed his eyes on the original body: one of the six rings, the Ring of Greed. At this time, something was stirring in the heart of the Lord of the Silver Palace. The impatient Slaanesh did not want to wait for two hundred years. He was eager to bring this baby back to his domain, personally teach her to grow up, and patiently guide her until she is willing. Become one with the Prince of Joy and spend eternity together.
Slaanesh longed for the Primarch's power: but even more for the Primarch himself.
But this overly impatient young god obviously ignored some of the obscure rules in the subspace, and apparently didn't notice the Almighty Lord who was snickering behind him: when the god's fingertips scratched through the last protection, When endless malice and greed came to this baby, something quietly sleeping in the deepest part of this baby's soul had no choice but to choose to open its eyes in advance in the face of this monstrous danger.
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pain.
It was as if thousands of steel nails had pierced her skin, penetrated her flesh, and playfully kissed her bones and nerves. Her brain was still in chaos and had not yet had time to activate any sanity. Among them, this most primitive and dangerous sense, accompanied by the results of tens of millions of years of human evolution, uses the most brutal means to recklessly awaken the original gene from its slumber.
Pain, suffering, fear, anger...
She woke up. The first moment she woke up, monstrous malice swept over her. As a baby, Morgan had not had time to get more warmth from this galaxy, nor could he get more. So much warmth, when she opened her first eyes, she had to face a desperate reality.
A god, a god of chaos who is already close at hand.
He is taking her away.
+You should come with me. +
He said.
+ Follow me, leave here, leave this universe that is destined to fall into a quagmire of chaos, go to my palace, go to the residence of eternal joy I created for you, go to the silver palace worshiped by thousands of my subjects. +
+ On my throne, there is a place for you to sleep. Next to my wine cup, there is a feast for you to enjoy. My treasure house can be opened for you, my robe can be loosened for you, and my crown can also be opened for you. It can be worn on your head, and my subjects can also crawl at your feet: Come on, merge with me, no longer separate, we should be one, we should be eternally lingering, lingering until The end time. +
Like a storm rolling through a fragile thatched house, the whispers of the God of Joy kept crowding out the fragile nerves of the Primarch, eager to take her completely into his palm. At a certain moment, Slaanesh seemed far away Victory is only one step away.
But Prince Silver Palace did not realize that in the mind of the Primarch, which had not fully awakened, he still retained an almost beast-like will to survive: for a new life, Slaanesh's behavior was really A little too impatient.
The excessive mental pressure almost crushed the weak Primarch to death. The only thing that supported her was the will to survive like a cub. This will urged Morgan to fight against the force that tried to take her away and control her. , even if it means she has to turn to whatever other power she can.
She should not be taken away, she should not be taken away, she should not be included in anyone's bag, she must protect herself, she must keep her own freedom and will, she cannot let anything hurt her...
No matter what the cost.
Everything is worth it, everything is as it should be.
Apart from her, [everything] should be in a [harmless] state.
Only in this way can she be safe.
The Primarch had to learn this passively in the face of the first malevolence in this world. She had to find any power that could help her in order to resist the invasion of Slaanesh: this power should preferably come from For herself, it is best to be able to be controlled by her.
Fortunately, unfortunately, deep in Morgan's soul, there is exactly such a power sleeping: this power is one of the reasons why Slaanesh favors her so much, and it is also the biggest reason why Morgan can fight back against Slaanesh now. arms.
She has no choice, right?
To comfort herself in this way, the Primarch, who had not even established a complete self-will and thinking ability, had no choice but to hold the hand stretched out in front of her and release the imprisoned person before she was officially born in this world. The monster in her cage.
So, just like that, at the moment when the clutches of Slaanesh were about to completely grasp the infant Primarch, a majestic power belonging to the gods, accompanied by the scream of the Prince of Joy and the unscrupulous voice of the Lord of Changes Laughter roared out from within the Primarch's soul.
Along with the roar, Morgan opened her eyes completely, and she made her first sound: neither crying nor murmuring, but the same roar, a roar belonging to a god.
Morgan woke up. She woke up as a new-born god. This was the first thing she did after coming to this world: protect her life and become a god.
From the beginning, she was no longer a child of the Emperor.
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Erebus will never forget the moment when he saw [Lord] for the first time.
At that time, he was just a newcomer who had just stepped into the path of chaos. Following the will of the four adults, he came to a world that once belonged to the spirit race. Here, he saw a messy ancient world. On the battlefield, I walked through countless bone-laden sand dunes, groping forward under the cover of thick fog: I don't know why, the sun is shining brightly at this moment, but the world is shrouded in an extremely thick layer of fog.
But this did not stop Erebas. He moved forward firmly and reached the direction guided by the gods. There, he discovered a scene that he would never forget: countless different Eldar skulls had been linked to this one. The world souls of the world merged into one, and together they were formed into a magnificent palace, a huge but empty palace. There was nothing in the palace, except for a sleeping figure sitting on the deepest throne. the queen.
Erebus's dark brown eyes unconsciously looked at the queen. With just one glance, he fell into the boundless darkness. In the darkness shrouded in mist, he saw countless things. Things: He saw what he had experienced in countless other worlds, he saw every possibility that this universe would experience in the next ten thousand years, he saw what the God of Chaos had done to him. Every plan, every choice he made in his life resulted in every outcome.
He knows everything, he knows nothing. He is like a child who steps into the library and learns in an instant what awe is, what strength is, and what invincibility is.
Without the slightest hesitation, this Chaos believer killed several of his fellow travelers without hesitation. He peeled off the armor that protected his neck, smeared blood on it, and kowtowed in the direction of the throne.
At this moment, those dark brown pupils had turned into dark blue at some point, and there was no trace of self-will in the color.
Erebus is dead.
Although he doesn't think so himself.
He firmly believed that he had just found a master worthy of his lifelong loyalty, a god who was blasphemous and evil enough to drive him into complete madness.
Oh, how great.
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According to the official historical records of the Empire, Morgan, the Primarch of the Second Legion, landed on a world called Avalon, but she did not unite the world like the other brothers and waited for the arrival of the Emperor. This curious Primarch followed the first batch of Imperial fleets to arrive in Avalon, left his hometown, and transformed himself two or three years later, becoming the most respected senior mortal officer in the Thousand Sons Legion.
Although he did not return to the Empire in the most honorable capacity, this Primarch also proved the power and reliability of the Emperor's bloodline: after the Dawn Star incident, Morgan became one of the two Primarchs involved in the incident, namely Ma Gnus and Perturabo's most trusted mortal companions, as well as several high-ranking officials of the legions, established a very close friendship with her. She even got a permanent room on the Queen of Glory flagships of both legions. , as a reflection of her special status in these two legions.
According to some rumors, Morgan's status in the Thousand Sons Legion is so special that she can participate in the subspace roaming led by Magnus anytime and anywhere. Although there have been some unpleasant changes on some occasions, overall , everything is fine.
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Yes, no problem.
Morgan moved her fingers boredly, feeling the increasingly skilled power in her palms. Under her feet was a creature named Magnus, her blood brother, a delicious and tasty guy.
She was almost gloating as she watched how the being named Tzeentch was toying with Magnus's soul: the Almighty Lord was even now in front of Morgan and Magnus.
The Lord of Avalon can feel that she is the same existence as the pure blue god in front of her, but she is still a child, while the guy opposite is an adult: and he has no intention of nipping her in the bud. .
In fact, He seemed to be more interested in what Morgan would do next: when Tzeentch saw an invisible twist in Morgan's fingers, and the other hand was slicing open Magnus's head , the laughter of the Lord of Changes can simply make the subspace vibrate.
But Morgan didn't care about this. She didn't follow the original plan to extract part of Magnus' soul, but had a better plan.
As early as the first moment of her life, she already knew that she was in charge of many powers with [Unknown] as the core, and she could drive things that were still beyond people's consciousness to protect herself or seek benefits.
And Magnus is just a guy who is thirsty for all the [unknown]. It can be expected that after this, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons Legion will still launch new attacks on all the unknowns in his life. Explore and step into Morgan's realm step by step.
So……
Morgan put the invisible twist in his hand into Magnus's mind: this was an imperceptible control, like a nail, as long as Magnus continued to pursue the unknown in his eyes , then this nail belonging to Morgan will go deeper and deeper.
One day, when Magnus' pursuit of the unknown reaches a certain threshold. The nail will be driven deep into his soul, and the King of Prosper will be completely manipulated by Morgan: and he will not be aware of it.
In his eyes, everything he did was what he wanted: Magnus would naturally find sufficient reasons to deceive him for all this, and he himself would become one of the most useful tools in Morgan's hands. one.
A puppet.
Morgan didn't like the title.
A doll.
She prefers this.
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After the Dawnstar incident, Morgan temporarily left the Thousand Sons Legion where she served. In the following ten years, she joined the Dark Angels Legion and worked together on a war that cannot be recorded. During this period, she and Jonson, the Primarch of the First Legion, developed a deep comradeship and gained the respect of the entire Dark Angels Legion. It is said that it was Jonson who discovered Morgan's identity as a Primarch.
As a result, the Emperor finally welcomed back his only daughter, the loyal Morgan.
The long-standing friendship between the First Legion and the Second Legion has also taken a step forward.
No one would doubt that the Dark Angels and the Dawnbreakers have a bond comparable to that between the Luna Wolves and the Blood Angels, or the Emperor's Children and the Iron Hands.
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Twenty years.
Morgan blinked.
Twenty years of fighting together with Jonson and the Dark Angels. Even for the Primarch, this was a long time. It was so long that Morgan almost deceived himself: However, this also meant that Then, she also deceived Zhuang Sen.
The beast, the most sensitive and alert among all the Primarchs, was completely and completely deceived by her.
The god chuckled, and she stroked her fingers with satisfaction.
Deceiving Jonson is not an easy thing. In order to do this perfectly, Morgan did not hesitate to erase some of her previous memories. She created a new self-understanding and allowed herself to discover From the bottom of her heart, she thinks this is her: Morgan who is moving towards kindness step by step.
For this reason, Morgan also deliberately set a twenty-year threshold, allowing herself to recall everything after twenty years: during these twenty years, she was the Morgan, the one who was gradually replaced by Jonson and the Dark Angel Legion. The Morgan who was impressed, the Morgan who was trusted by Johnson, that good man.
Now the good guys can die.
Now that the initial image has been established, now that she is already familiar with this identity, when she returns to Jonson again and continues to perform, Caliban will not be able to see all this: contamination is mutual. , when her false identity was being influenced by Zhuang Sen, Zhuang Sen was also being contaminated by her.
He already trusted her, and this trust could be maintained for a long time. She would not abandon this trust until Morgan squeezed all the value she needed from Jonson, just like how she abandoned Jonson. .
The god raised the corner of his mouth, and she stretched out a hand into the darkness, and a cold touch responded to her: that was her daughter, her creation, the gift [Virgo] she received from Perturabo.
Those vermilion pupils were shining with brilliance as they looked at their mother. That brilliance was absolutely crazy and pure. Even other gods could not shake it. It was comparable to the will of the Forbidden Army.
"Mother."
Her daughter spoke.
[Ania, my daughter. 】
Morgan caressed the chin and neck of her creation wantonly, feeling the warmth of the smooth and white skin rubbing against her fingers.
[How are things going? 】
"Everything is as you wish, they are now your legion.
【That's fine. 】
[What about the resisters? 】
"It was a little troublesome, but it's been resolved."
[Okay, I already feel it. 】
Morgan laughed, and she received the result of Virgo's battle respectfully: it was the souls of more than 20,000 Dawnbreakers, and more specifically, the self-awareness retained by these Dawnbreakers.
Without the slightest hesitation, the original body swallowed them all in one bite, chewing slowly, feeling the self-will: loyalty to the Emperor, dedication to humanity, independent thinking about all things in the world, slowly between her lips and teeth. The wonderful feeling of being ground to smithereens.
Her descendants will still maintain their own souls, but they are souls that have been screened and transformed by her: they can still think, have joy, anger, sorrow, and spontaneous activities, but everything will only be By her permission.
Unknowingly, without even being aware of it, their inner beings will be transformed into something more wonderful: in the eyes of other Imperial people, those things would be called [Demons], but in the eyes of others, In Morgan's eyes, these things would be called gifts.
After receiving these gifts, they will truly become her sons.
She loved them very much.
The god laughed.
In her smile, the Dawnbreaker Legion ushered in a new life. More and more recruits passed the selection, and the number of the Legion soon exceeded the one hundred thousand mark, and could even be compared with the Ultramarines.
In the midst of all the laughter, the somewhat rich and strange subspace aura of these new recruits was taken for granted by everyone and ignored: after all, the original body sincerely called them heirs.
And they are also very enthusiastic about calling the original body "sir".