Chapter 525 Emperor: You Don’t Understand, but This Is Really Interesting

[Believe in the wisdom of future generations, believe in the course of history: but more importantly, believe in your own powerlessness, believe that when facing the tide of fate, even the greatest genius can only turn his head away and palely escape the arrival of tragedy. ]

+... Is this what numerology predicts for your brother? +

[Well, for now... yes. ]

The necessary blood color is missing on the soft jade-like hands, and the flawless and delicate appearance cannot cover up the inner paleness. The slender fingers of the Spider Queen have always been her representative work of showing weakness, telling the best disguise: even if she just strokes the thin crystal piece on the table into her palm, it seems so heavy, and the red and black light that emerges from it even covers the face of the original body.

[But I am not very sure, after all, you know, studying this thing is just my hobby: I usually prefer to use tarot cards, oracle cards, runes, astrology dice or crystal balls to engage in mystical activities. ]

[Instead of... numerology. 】

The Primarch paused, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her fingers skillfully turned over the cards, letting the nothingness on them be swallowed by the blood-colored light, and gradually transformed into what she wanted to see.

+ Because the former is more effective? +

Across the table, the Lord of Mankind also held a few cards in his hand, and more small objects were scattered in front of him: The Emperor's voice seemed a little lazy, but still revealed full curiosity.

[No. ]

Morgan snorted.

[Because those fools who are qualified to come to me for divination, such as my trusted officers, and the Dawnbreaker warriors and mortal elites who have made contributions, they relatively prefer this... traditional art. ]

[Although in most cases, I just use my psychic ability to see through their inner thoughts, and then use a few vague words to point out their subconscious life goals. 】

【Most of the fools will happily say goodbye and leave after this stage. The remaining few will need me to turn over the cards a few more times, pretending to grope for them in the ocean of fate for a long time, and then make up a set of rhetoric: After all, it is just a delusion in their hearts. Because they are afraid of being laughed at if they speak out, they want to find a so-called fortune-teller to help them speak out. 】

As soon as the voice fell, all the cards were turned over by the Primarch, and the faces of Jonson and Guilliman could be seen in them. However, these heirs of the emperor have lost their former sacred majesty, but instead revealed a terrifying demonic aura: Guilliman in particular, the ominous aura emanating from him even completely crushed the eight brothers beside him.

But Morgan turned a blind eye to this. In the past few weeks, she has seen similar demonic auras appear on the faces of almost every one of her brothers, even Vulcan and Chagatai Khan: As for Guilliman? He was no more surprising than Morgan's subsequent ridicule.

【To be honest, father, I always think this is quite ironic: the mortal elites under my command have worked hard for decades, or fought through dozens of wars, just to be able to come to me and let me say a few words from their hearts. 】

The Primarch shook his head, and her smile was more of a helpless one.

【A few empty words are all the rewards for their past lives, but they have to turn around and put on a flattered look with me, thanking me profusely and leaving: then work harder for me. 】

【In the end, this is more like a clever lie, but with a little kindness. 】

+So, you don't actually believe in the so-called divination and prophecy? +

The Emperor pinched out a golden top-grade card from his hand, and Morgan could vaguely see the face of the Colchians on it: the Lord of Mankind excitedly stuffed the card into the mountain of cards in front of him, which symbolized the human empire, but the next moment, as the mountain of cards began to crumble, a trace of disappointment flashed across the Emperor's face.

[Not really. ]

The Primarch pouted.

[I will use my divination ability in some small things, some insignificant things, such as deciding what to eat for afternoon tea today, but I will never use crystal balls or tarot cards to predict the fate of others: even the fate of an insignificant mortal deserves more serious treatment than these dead objects. ]

+…+

The Lord of Mankind looked away from his failed work and glanced at his daughter who was concentrating on her work: he did not speak immediately, but maintained a strange silence, as if he was thinking about something, until Morgan noticed his gaze, the Emperor immediately spoke and blocked the Primarch's inquiry.

+ But even so, you are still able to use numerology proficiently, and can even use this theory to infer the situation of your brother Corax who you have not met yet: Is this still a project you admit yourself that you are not good at? +

[I am just not good at this project, but it does not mean that I can't do it. ]

The Primarch raised her head and expressed her disdain in her heart. Her fingers touched the last nameless card on the corner of the table. After confirming that this was the one she wanted, Morgan's eyes gently slid over it, and a pile of horrifying bones gradually appeared on the card.

The Primarch's voice echoed.

[After all, I have spent quite a long time studying this so-called numerology: since Mortarion can openly study the anti-psychic knowledge and equipment against me, why shouldn’t I study the “scientific theory” that the Barbarus are proud of? ]

The Lord of Avalon chuckled, and she deliberately emphasized the four words “scientific theory”, not hiding her contempt: after spending some time studying the numerology that Mortarion claimed to be scientific, the Spider Queen not only mastered this technology, but also pronounced the end of her brother in her heart.

The reason is simple.

Morgan can swear with Conrad’s lungs, Jonson’s mane, Robert’s mother, and Dorne’s blanket: behind this so-called numerology, there must be the influence of a certain warp existence. If Mortarion’s set of mysterious calculations were placed in the Sea of ​​Souls, it might be a private letter directly sent to a certain Chaos God.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen's eyes swept over her father. She didn't believe that the Lord of Mankind would know nothing about this, but the Emperor seemed to have never shown any signs of wanting to correct Mortarion in this regard, even though his preference for the Barbarus people was obvious to all.

In this case, Morgan was too lazy to say anything: if the person involved was Jonson, Conrad or Guilliman, or even any other brother, the Lord of Avalon might try to mention it in front of the Emperor, but if it was Mortarion...

Heh...see you next winter.

The Primarch's lips touched lightly, and he uttered a standard Chogris dialect as if mumbling to himself. The rhythm of the flat and oblique rhythm was more pleasant than the voices of most White Scar warriors: while she witnessed the crystal cards in her palm constantly transforming and deforming, and growing black wings on the piles of bone-white corpses, she watched the Lord of Mankind across the table gather up the collapsed card mountain, and began the experiment again without giving up.

When he grabbed the cards, the Lord of Mankind did not forget to ask his daughter new questions. The Emperor seemed to always like to do this kind of meaningless things in Morgan's conversation: he would tirelessly ask some questions that the Primarch thought were irrelevant, as if he could figure out the true heart of the Lord of Avalon from these details.

+So, Morgan, what really makes me curious is: why do you use the most unstable Kabbalah system in numerology, rather than the more rigorous Chaldean system, or the more popular Pythagorean system, to predict your brother's fate? +

Faced with the question of the Father of Genes, the Primarch just curled his lips.

[I can only say that this also makes me curious, father: although numerology itself is an ancient human discipline, I never thought that you, who always say the truth of the empire, would be so good at this kind of [feudal superstition], and you even know Pythagoras, an ancient sage who is so unpopular that even Perturabo and Conrad have not heard of it. ]

+What do you think, Morgan? +

The Lord of Mankind laughed.

+Pythagoras may not be important, but the teacher who led him to the path of philosophy was Thales, who was known as the combination of science and philosophy: Then guess who this Thales is? +

[……]

[I think Mortarion will be very sad about this fact. ]

+There is nothing to be sad about. The Imperial Truth is the product of these countless facts. +

The Primarch touched the cards in his hand.

[For the question you raised, the reason is also very simple: the Chaldean system and the Pythagorean system are indeed more accurate, but they both require a very critical data, that is, the date of birth of the test subject, while the Kabbalah system only needs a name. ]

[If you can provide relevant data, father, I don’t mind changing another method and calculating it again: As our genetic father, do you remember when you created us? ]

+…+

The Emperor stopped talking.

[Besides: Even if it is an inaccurate prediction, what can it do? 】

The Primarch turned the card towards him and pursed his lips towards it. The ever-changing card finally revealed the answer Morgan longed for. Countless skeletons were wrapped by black wings and finally solidified into a vicissitudes of life: the emaciated face was as pale as snow, the eyes were as dark as the night, the long black hair fell to the shoulders, and an inexplicable sadness came over him.

Morgan quietly witnessed this face.

Frankly speaking, this face was not good-looking, but rather had a roughness that did not match its melancholy temperament. But when the Lord of Avalon felt the dark aura on it and instinctively thought of Conrad: in comparison, Morgan felt that this new brother was quite pleasing to the eye.

At least better than Conrad.

Better than the Conrad that Morgan had first met, but compared to the Conrad after her training, this man in front of him lacked a spirit and inexplicable self-confidence, making him not as energetic as the Midnight Haunter. He looked more like a worried and calculating person.

But Morgan felt that this might not be because of his appearance, but...

The Primarch's eyes moved down and scanned the only line of text on the card, where the name [Kovas-Corax] was written in distorted High Gothic: Obviously, this name belonged to her brother.

But the name itself almost made the Lord of Avalon laugh.

[Are you serious, father? ]

She looked directly at the Emperor.

[Kovas-Corax? ]

+The name means savior or rescuer on his home planet. +

The Emperor just glanced at her, while Morgan sneered without reservation.

[However, in the ancient Terran High Gothic, the name Kovas-Corax translates to [Ordinary Raven]: Is this really the name of a Primarch, rather than a servitor around you? ]

+This can only show that the great cause of cultural unification of the Human Empire still needs to be worked on. +

+That's all, my daughter. +

The Emperor stacked the mountain of cards in front of him again with an expressionless face.

+Compared to these, why don't you tell me what you saw in the name Corax using numerology, and what the three numbers he represents are: I am quite curious about your calculation results. +

[Then listen carefully. 】

Morgan threw the crystal card onto the table and wrote in the air in front of him.

【According to numerology, Corax's personality number is six, his spiritual number is seven, and his social number is eight: this is destined to make him a relatively...sad person. 】

＋Continue. ＋

The Emperor did not even raise his head, concentrating on the mountain of cards in front of him.

【The personality number is six, which means Corax's character tends to be gentle, with loyal beliefs and sense of responsibility, as well as good environmental adaptability. His ability will also be outstanding, but he is not good at achieving success. This is probably a dead end of his gentle mentality. 】

＋Hmm...＋

【The spiritual number is seven, which means that he is smart, serious and down-to-earth. He likes challenging things, values ​​the spiritual world more than the material world, and has a scholarly temperament: but at the same time, he is also pessimistic, likes irony and lacks a sense of security. 】

【By the way, seven is a number full of mysticism. It is considered magical in numerology: My spiritual number is also seven, but I don't think I am a very pessimistic person. 】

＋…Maybe. ＋

【The social number is eight, which means that he is full of pragmatism, ambitious and responsible, and will work hard for his dreams: but this also shows that he is too obsessed with his ideals, which may turn into greed for power, or become a tyrant in the eyes of others. 】

【In addition, in numerology, eight is considered an unpredictable number. It may represent the glory of success or the bottom of failure: the only thing that can be encountered is that no matter which point, the situation will continue to soar uncontrollably. 】

＋So, this is why you predicted the previous prophecy: to let your brother understand the unstoppable trend, let him know that in the face of an invincible future, he should turn his face to escape, rather than perish together? +

The towering mountain of cards stood before the Lord of Mankind again. It was just a blink of an eye. The crystal cards symbolizing the Terran government and the various Primarchs were arranged in it, supporting each other with an incredible force structure. It looked like the creation of the green-skinned orcs. Although it seemed to be shaky, it stood firmly and was as stable as Mount Tai: If the Lord of Mankind in front of it did not hold an extra card in his hand, and seemed to want to force this card in.

[This is not what I thought. ]

Morgan tilted her head and moved her eyes away from the mountain of cards. She was tired of seeing this thing collapse again and again: The Lord of Avalon actually did not understand the Emperor's behavior: Why did her gene father always want to force something unique into a system that seemed to be able to operate steadily?

For example, in the Great Crusade dominated by the Astartes, the status of mortals was forcibly elevated. Under the background of the truth of the empire, Lorgar was allowed to have fun on his wonders. Ah, and Morgan learned not long ago that when he knew that Corax's uprising was to resist the Technical Union, he brought a group of monsters from Mars and confidently went to [help] Corax's hometown.

The Spider Queen may not know what kind of guys the so-called Technical Union is, but she is sure from the bottom of her heart that in terms of refreshing the bottom line of mankind, the Forge Masters of Mars should be unmatched: letting this group of mechanical octopuses replace the original Technical Union is simply to fear that Corax's home planet will be peaceful in the future.

I can only say... well...

The Primarch fell into silence. She suddenly felt proud of her previous wise decision: the Lord of Avalon has never been a person who accepts things passively, and she is not lacking in action. After she learned that the Emperor would go to Lycaesis with the Mechanicus, the Spider Queen made some backup plans in secret as quickly as possible.

Well, for her blood brother.

[The reason why I said this is that Corax's ideals are obviously contrary to the general trend of the galaxy. He is destined to endure mental torment for a long time: if he has no wisdom in the political field, this torment will be even more painful, and considering what he did on Lycaesis...]

+Redemption Star. +

[What? ]

+Now, it's called Redemption Star. +

The Emperor interrupted Morgan's words and pointed to the star map on the side of the room, which faithfully showed the current position of the fleet where the Lord of Mankind and the Primarch were: they had arrived at the southernmost tip of the Storm Sector and would soon meet the last Primarch who had returned.

There was no lack of jokes in the Emperor's conversation.

+ Lykesis has been renamed Redemption. Just three hours before we had this conversation, Corax had passed the naming meeting with his comrades: You have to be familiar with this name, Morgan. Our fleet is about to end the warp voyage. After the jump, it will be the orbit of Redemption. +

+ Let me see: You have four hours and seventeen minutes. +

[……]

The Lord of Avalon glanced at the world on the star map that had been renamed Redemption, and then looked down at [Corax] on the card, and couldn't help but frown: the information changes beyond the stars, her gene father can sit in the room and pick it up at will.

You are so shameless, and you still say you can't predict...

The Primarch muttered to himself.

[Okay, Redemption Star, considering what Corax did on Redemption Star, although he performed quite well in the war, his performance and problems in governance have not yet been revealed: what's more, seeing is believing, no matter how good the information you give me is, I must see with my own eyes what Corax's achievements are on his home planet. ]

[This directly determines how I should educate him. I hope it won't be too difficult: after all, after Conrad, I actually don't have much energy to carry out the same task again. It's just that you repeatedly said that Corax is much less troublesome than Conrad and will not delay my other things, so I reluctantly agreed. ]

+ I think what really moved you is the more generous reward I promised. +

[We don't need to discuss this kind of thing that is taken for granted. ]

The Primarch snorted lightly.

【It is better to think about the problems surrounding Corax: I heard that his upbringing environment is better than most of the Primarchs, but this also makes him a somewhat stubborn idealist. To me, this is not purely good news. 】

【Although idealists are valuable assets, they are always a headache. 】

+So, in a nutshell, you don’t have confidence, Morgan? +

The Emperor looked at his daughter and soon got the Primarch’s head shake: Are you kidding? She just found out that her gene father was open-minded in rewarding and punishing, and finally got the promise of [more generous rewards]. At this time, how can she retreat in the face of difficulties?

Moreover, it is not really difficult.

After all...

【The person standing in front of you is a person who has just completed an impossible task: I can bring peace between Dorne and Perturabo, how can I not deal with one of my brothers? According to what you said, he is far less lively than Conrad. 】

Morgan raised her thumb and boasted in a pretentious manner: Originally, this was just a harmless boast, but the Lord of Avalon had no idea that some of the words she said unintentionally seemed to have suddenly triggered a dormant memory chain of the Lord of Humanity.

+...Hehe...Hahahaha...+

The Emperor laughed, not the superficial smile of the past, nor the habitual fake face in conversation, but a genuine smile, as if he had witnessed a good comedy: first, he couldn't help laughing after a long silence, then he pierced the silence in the room with a cheerfulness, and finally, it was a rolling thunder that made the Primarch look astonished.

The towering mountain of cards collapsed to the ground again, but this time the reason was new: when the Lord of Humanity was halfway through laughing, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand, waved it with a lack of interest, and after hundreds of crystal cards fell to the ground one after another, he grabbed a handful of them and squeezed them gently, and they gathered into a roll of paper. At least, it looked like a roll of paper.

Then, he threw the paper to the Lord of Avalon across the table: Morgan still looked stunned. She didn't understand why her gene father suddenly laughed. In fact, she had never seen the Emperor smile so frankly before, but before the Primarch wanted to express his confusion, the Emperor had already reached out and issued a new order.

+ Pick up the paper. +

[……]

＃Do it obediently＃

+Raise it up, and tilt your arms about 45 degrees in the air.

＃The sound of clothes rubbing against each other＃

+Okay, now, repeat your declaration just now, my good daughter. +

[……]

Although still confused, the Spider Queen still did as she was told: Just like that, Morgan stood still, raised the blank paper in her hand, looked up at the direction of the paper, and at the same time, the voice in her mouth was as sonorous and powerful as possible.

[I brought peace between Dorne and Perturabo…]

+Hahahaha…+