Chapter 528 Emperor: You Come with Bad Intentions

[Difficulties?]

[If you ask me, there are no "difficulties" in this world.]

[The so-called dilemma is nothing more than not having the ability, willingness, or even the brain to think of a third way: if you are strong enough to lift the train, why bother to worry about what obstacles there are on the track ahead?]

[Think about it from another angle: Isn't the sidewalk beside the track also very spacious?]

+...+

[What's wrong? Father?]

+No, nothing, it's just that your words make me feel familiar, reminding me of an old friend of mine, an extremely selfish bastard: although he died tens of thousands of years ago. +

[Is this old friend you are talking about...]

+Shut up. +

[Understood! 】

According to the Emperor's order, Morgan quickly turned her eyes away, and stared blankly in the slightly stuffy shuttle: whether it was the too small space, the humming machine roar, or the familiar and somewhat annoying Lord of Humanity beside her, all made this journey of only a few minutes seem long.

Fortunately, she could already hear the sound of the shuttle's shell rubbing against the low altitude, and a low exchange of voices came from the cab separated from them by a short corridor: there were less than thirty seconds before landing, and the Lord of Humanity was still holding his data board, concentrating and looking very carefully.

On the other side, the Primarch first spent a few seconds observing the landscape of Redemption Star outside the porthole. This world was as desolate as he had expected. All he could see were the ruins of the war. The only few intact buildings were the scattered mining stations and the eye-catching giant domes: Redemption Star had no atmosphere, so the residents here had to live under these giant domes that could provide oxygen, like livestock being kept in small mines.

Of course, these domes were also extremely simple and could only barely withstand the harsh threats in the space environment. Many of them were damaged to the naked eye: but for some reason they were not repaired.

And surrounded by these dilapidated buildings was the only treasure on the surface of Redemption Star that was worth seeing. It was a pure black tower, which was incompatible with other buildings in terms of solidity and magnificence. Its highest floor could overlook half of Redemption Star: If this world was originally a prison, then this must be the residence of the prison guards.

But today, the original slaver's tower has changed its owner.

When their shuttle appeared on the skyline, the Primarch could see the light from the black tower transmitting to the ground, and then a group of people suddenly emerged from the domes. In just a dozen seconds, the originally empty apron was surrounded by water.

This brother of hers has a good way of managing the army: Morgan nodded in her heart. Her first impression of this unknown Lord of the Savior Star came from the black crowd on the ground.

Morgan could see clearly that the onlookers on the ground were dressed differently. Many people had dirt like coal dust on their faces and fingers, and they were wiping it clean in a hurry: it seemed that they did not wait for the Emperor to come, but regarded welcoming the Lord of Humanity as an ordinary job. There were also many people who did not seem to know that the Emperor would come at this time, or simply did not know who was in the shuttle.

What's more, there are many people holding weapons among the onlookers, and their expressions are quite alert, but these fully armed people are not unified. They are distributed in the crowd in twos and threes, and they don't seem to have a common command. Instead, many of them put away their weapons after arguing with their bare-handed brothers around them, and more people are in a longer argument with their brothers.

The Lord of Avalon took in all the chaos. She frowned and cast her eyes on the tall black-haired figure, but found that her brother, the core of the crowd, only sent people around him to each team to appease the momentum of the quarrel and make the team neat again, but did not let those fully armed people put away their weapons or take out all their weapons, but let them decide according to their own wishes.

Looks very friendly.

But also...

Morgan frowned even more.

+ What are you looking at? +

The Emperor's voice came from behind the Spider Queen, and in the distance, the shuttle's landing gear was slowly lowered, searching for a landing point. The counter next to it was also reminding them that it had entered the final ten-second countdown.

[I'm looking at my brother. ]

Morgan didn't even turn his head.

[See what kind of person he is. ]

+ Did you see anything? +

The Emperor seemed to be interested.

[Time is not enough, but I can confirm one thing. ]

Morgan smiled.

[My brother Corax. ]

[He is an insurgent, but he is definitely not a revolutionary. ]

+...Are you sure? +

The Emperor was silent for a moment, and his eyes finally left his data board, while Morgan just turned around, felt the impact of the shuttle slowly landing, smiled at her father, and then walked to the hatch first.

[Very sure, father. ]

The Primarch only explained one sentence.

[He has a group of companions, not a team. ]

+I see...+

The Emperor nodded and reached out to erase most of the words on the data board.

+If that's the case, then the five hundred communication plans I thought of in advance can be reduced to two hundred: I've helped a lot, my daughter, but it's a pity that I can't reduce it any further, there are still too many variables. +

[I don't think it's necessary. ]

The Primarch snorted.

[If you ask me, no matter how many communication plans you prepare in advance, in the end, they will definitely be in vain. ]

The Emperor frowned.

+I have calculated all the way for these plans, Morgan, you are watching with your own eyes, I have calculated every possibility: even for the most extreme and most unlikely situation, I have prepared thirteen contingency plans. +

[It is a fallacy to measure people by plans and numbers, father. ]

Morgan stood in front of the door, turned around, and turned her back to her genetic father.

[Otherwise, do you dare to make a bet with me here? 】

+...What's the bet? +

Just as the Primarch thought, this slightly presumptuous tone not only did not make her gene father angry, but aroused the Emperor's interest: when the door opened, the Lord of Mankind stood beside Morgan, and they were just like ordinary father and daughter joking with each other, thinking about this simple bet that would soon be answered.

[I don't care how many plans you have made for the next moment, and how many methods you have remembered, but I believe that Corax's first sentence will definitely exceed all your expectations, because this is human instinct, and they are unpredictable: If I guessed right, then please teach me the method of making your star map, how about it? 】

+You are thinking about it. +

The Emperor narrowed his eyes, but he had some doubts in his heart: Why in his memory, the core of his gene daughter's discussion with him every time was to ask for rewards? Is there no other topic between them that can interest Morgan?

For example...

Common ideals? Or father-daughter friendship?

+...What if you guessed wrong? +

The Emperor was obviously more interested in this.

+Then you guessed wrong. +

Morgan curled his lips.

[I am your daughter, your Primarch and General, one of the twenty tools you used to conquer the galaxy, and not even the most useful one: why do you have to ask me about this issue? ]

+...+

At the moment when the hatch opened, when the dim light on the Redemption Star had not yet been projected on their respective faces, the Emperor's eyebrows and eyes showed astonishment because of this answer, and were illuminated clearly: he quickly glanced at his daughter, then hurriedly turned his head and looked into the distance, with a few traces of shock from this shamelessness in the corners of his eyes.

In the air, only the Lord of Mankind's low muttering echoed.

+Morgan...+

+You really don't look like my daughter. +

——————

"This couldn't be better..."

When Lycasis's savior asked his companions to step back slightly and greeted the landing shuttle alone, he thought he would greet a god and his domineering armed guards: they might ask him to stand more than ten meters away and kneel down to their master?

Corax thought seriously about this situation. In the face of this situation, should he first argue with reason or retreat directly to his companions and draw his sword to resist: kneeling and surrendering was never within the scope of this savior's thinking, and it didn't even exist in his instinct.

But the development of reality did not give Corax room to make a choice. When he saw the figure coming down from the shuttle, Corax and his companions behind him were stunned for a while: but the difference was that after his companions reacted, their faces were all full of worship and admiration, and their mouths were filled with amazement, and Corax's performance was still much better than theirs.

He cleared his throat, came back to his senses, and walked forward, but his steps were much lighter: the scene in front of him proved that the tyrannical and powerful king and the domineering guards he imagined were just groundless worries. In the end, the two people standing in front of him looked ordinary.

At least, they were very low-key.

Corax made the first conclusion in his mind, and then, in the few seconds he walked forward, he observed carefully: the man with long black hair naturally took away most of his attention. Corax knew that this person should be the [Emperor] in his impression, but unlike this majestic name, he found that the appearance of the man in front of him was really too ordinary.

This [Emperor] was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and his face was ordinary. Although he had a strong body, he was not intimidating. Apart from his long flowing black hair, the only thing about him that Corax found a little strange was his black eyes: they seemed to contain many ancient things, and the unintentional fluctuations were enough to show that the man in front of him was extraordinary.

Next to the Emperor, the silver-haired lady who was a head shorter than him was even less conspicuous. Corax didn't notice this person until the last second, but she quickly left an impression in his heart.

This lady with long silver hair and blue eyes may not be tall, nor does she look strong, but she is definitely not weak. She is wearing a simple light gray tights and a silver-gray coat, and she can clearly see See the slightly undulating muscle lines: Corax also has an almost identical outfit, which is his favorite set of regular clothes. This same clothing preference has left a good foundation in his heart.

The face of this silver-haired lady is beautiful and impressive. She is somewhat similar to his sister Efreenia, but she is much more beautiful, but she does not reach the level of fairy-like appearance. She is still in the category of ordinary people. : When she finally noticed Corax's gaze and smiled back at him, Corax could feel a different kind of peace of mind from this smile.

He had only felt this feeling among the brothers who fought side by side.

He smiled back, and gave that smile back to the Emperor: in that moment. He saw joy in the dark blue pupils of the majestic man in front of him. He saw the Lord of Mankind taking a step forward. Although he hadn't spoken yet, the gesture of raising his hands to complain had already reminded Corax of that Ancient vocabulary.

Father.

He suppressed the urge to speak and waited for the Emperor's words.

And the Lord of Mankind just smiled.

+QDo you recognize me? +

The subtlety on Corax's face obviously did not escape the Emperor's eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, Lykasis's savior finally did not choose to expire, but frankly spoke his true thoughts in his heart.

"Maybe, but I'm definitely impressed."

Corax replied, quickly adding.

"But: I originally thought you were taller."

After saying this, the Primarch lowered his head in embarrassment and looked at the [father] who could only reach his chest: The emperor's height at this time was no different from that of an ordinary person, about 1.8 meters, while Korak Although Si has only landed in this world for more than two years, he is still in the growth stage and is already a giant of more than two meters.

+...+

In a second, or two seconds. The atmosphere became quiet: Corax pursed his lips nervously, while real astonishment flashed across the Emperor's face. They just looked at each other, silently contemplating each other, and the only sound in their ears came from behind the Emperor. There was a snickering, a kind of Avalon-like joy that kept her mouth tightly closed and could only hum softly from her nostrils.

+...Interesting. +

The Emperor answered briefly, and his face quickly returned to its original appearance, but Corax noticed with sharp eyes that when his [father] turned around, his eyes passed over the silver-haired lady behind him. When he saw it, his eyebrows frowned quickly, as if he saw something dirty.

Maybe he is unhappy?

——————

No.

She was very happy.

Morgan stroked his throat and suppressed the remaining smile in his mouth. Then, his fingers stroked the hair on the side of his earlobe with satisfaction, feeling the message coming from his brain: That was exactly what a thick roll of star maps was made of. Instructions, it only took the original body a moment to understand its secrets.

Her eyes were not focused on the cheap father and son in front of her who were still adapting to their respective identities and each other's identities, but on the mortals behind Corax: She knew that if she wanted to understand her brother, then there was no way. Instead of looking at himself, he should carefully observe his companions.

The results of a rough scan made Morgan nodded with satisfaction. Although the queue of these people was not very neat, there were also casual discussions among the crowd, and more and more people were even gathering around: This It all spoke to their loose organization and the overly broad scope of Corax's methods, but there was one thing that surprised the Primarch.

That is, although they were bathed in the majesty of the Emperor at such a close distance, and although some of them had weak legs and even needed the support of the battle brothers next to them, Morgan looked around and did not see anyone. Those who truly kneel: Even the weakest quickly regain their composure and stand firm before the Lord of Mankind, their knees shaking but not bending.

This is no simple matter.

Morgan glanced at Corax. Just through this detail, he knew that this mission was much easier than Conrad, and watched Corax turn around and make a gesture to his companions. , and as the crowd began to disperse, the Primarch fell silent: Morgan knew that the Emperor and Corax would be chatting for some time, and she would be just fine as a foil.

Taking this opportunity, the Lord of Avalon also thought about the use of this newly acquired star map in her mind: She and the most trusted Dawnbreaker officers and mortal generals under her command would naturally try their best to Once it is all ready, various high-level government agencies and colleges in the Far East Frontier will also send copies. If they are further down the list, her blood brothers should also need this kind of gift.

Jonson, Conrad, Robert, Leman Russ and Vulkan, Angron and Dorn, and Perturabo, each will give a share, and the other brothers will also give a share if they can give it: As for that Mortarion...

Morgan hesitated, but finally sighed inwardly.

Forget it, everyone has it, except this bastard, and it doesn’t look good on the scene.

She is a decent person.

Just think of it as...feed it to the dogs.

The original body rolled his eyes, having already made up his mind, and at the same time began to think about another thing: her Star Maid plan has not been updated for many years, maybe he should create a new daughter, come Help her build these gadgets? Or memorize those complicated technical drawings?

Like Ferus or Vulkan under the Emperor?

When she gets busy one day, or when she needs to go out temporarily, those Dawnbreakers who stay on the Far East border can also use her daughter to answer certain technical questions: and those who are cast by various The drawings submitted by the world over the years do indeed need a special backup, a super miniature version of the God of All Machines.

...not a bad idea.

Start working on it when you get back.

The Spider Queen made up her mind, and then heard her father's call: the Emperor was already standing very close to Corax, and even took Corax's hand, and the free hand was He greeted his daughter, obviously asking Morgan to introduce himself.

So, Morgan quickly put on that instinctive perfect smile.

She walked forward and heard Corax's curious voice.

"Should I call you sister? Or should I call you blood relative?"

[If these two titles don’t make you feel comfortable for the time being, you can also just call me Morgan, Corax: The family relationship between us does not require these careful considerations, just let it take its course. 】

Morgan saw some confusion in Corax's eyebrows. He seemed to be uncomfortable with having a huge family with twenty blood brothers. He was not yet ready to put the sacred concept of brothers on of people they have never met.

Morgan's answer made Corax smile.

"So much the better."

He nodded, and then looked at the emperor standing aside.

"The Emperor told me that you are the more different of us?"

【……】

Morgan didn't even have time to take a look at her father who couldn't talk.

[If you're asking about differences in some insignificant way, that's true, but we don't usually consider that, Corax: We are all Primarchs, we are all blood of the Emperor, we are all blood brothers , in these points, we are no different, I am not that special one, and you are not that special one either. 】

"Like here?"

[Not the special one]: This description interested Corax, and Morgan also grasped this point keenly. She stepped forward and shook hands with her brother. The smile on her face made her words particularly convincing. force.

【certainly. 】

[When I first returned, they thought I was a mortal: even I thought so, until I discovered that I was more capable on the battlefield and shouldered more responsibilities than others. 】

"Sounds good."

Corax held hands, and he could feel that what Morgan said was true. His blood relative seemed to have been a mortal for a period of time, which gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy: If this is really the case, then this The Human Empire should be better than he imagined.

"What about other than that? There will always be some differences between us."

【If you really want to say it...】

Morgan blinked.

[That is probably: my character is relatively bad among the original bodies. You can ask the emperor about this: the world's evaluation of other brothers is much higher than mine, and you can also look forward to meeting them. 】

"……Is it?"

Corax glanced at the Emperor.

And the Emperor...

The Emperor said nothing;

He just... remained silent.

The serious face was paired with a glance at Morgan, and his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, just nodded to Corax: What Morgan said was indeed not a lie, after all, she was famous in the empire. Compared to other primarchs...

Well... a wise man has seen wisdom.

The Primarch took this as acquiescence, which made him feel better.

Maybe……

Maybe his brothers.

Will you really give him some surprises?

His brothers, his blood relatives, his real...family?

Just as thoughts like this passed through Corax's mind, another piercing sound pierced his eardrums: The Emperor and the two Primarchs looked up, only to see another iron-gray shuttle. The plane was precariously preparing to land, and its movements were much rougher.

After a moment, a tall figure walked out impatiently.

+...+

【……】

In the silence between the Emperor and Morgan, only Corax's voice sounded uncertain.

"Then...are they also our brothers?"

【……yes. 】

Morgan's voice was hoarse.

[That is our brother, named Perturabo: he is a...]

【……A good man. 】