Chapter 533 Crow King: It Feels Like Coming Home

When his journey in the human empire reached the nineteenth month, Corax finally realized the first truth he had learned in this galaxy: although he was very reluctant.

But even so, the Primarch had to admit one thing: sometimes, a permanent solution may not be a good solution, and even if it is a good solution, it may not be implemented, and it should not be promoted willfully.

The effect of [Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots] is naturally the best, but the cost is often the greatest, the timing is the most demanding, and the determination to pay is also the most resolute: and now, in the midst of the Great Expedition, even the Emperor cannot meet these conditions at any time and anywhere.

In many cases, even the Lord of Mankind has to compromise, give in, ignore those good solutions that can be permanent, and choose bad ideas that seem to have endless troubles, leaving behind a large minefield that is destined to explode.

From the perspective of an outsider, the Emperor's behavior was simply stupid, but in fact, behind every similar stupid decision, there was a helpless decision in the balance of interests, and marginal interests that were abandoned for the smooth progress of the Great Crusade: Corax saw all of this clearly.

The Lord of the Redeemer followed the Emperor for nineteen months, and during this long journey of nineteen months, the Gene Father of the Primarch guided his steps, walked through the chaotic and dirty road of the Great Crusade, and showed him how he carried out the greatest conquest in human history.

Several star regions, dozens of galaxies, hundreds of worlds, and countless people on them became living textbooks in Corax's pupils: the Lord of Mankind accepted those worlds that were already loyal to Terra with a compassionate face, conquered countless city-states that needed protection with a powerful figure, and enslaved all kingdoms that dared to resist with fierce destruction.

Finally, when facing several worlds that were important enough for the Emperor to take seriously, no matter what their attitudes were, the Lord of Mankind used the safest means in his mind: either using both kindness and force to forcefully insert military forces loyal to him; or instigating and winning over, coming as a savior after a tragic civil war, and completely reshaping the entire world.

Justice, law, and even morality were all ruthlessly trampled under his feet. Everything was only to ensure one thing: to promote the progress of the Great Crusade at all costs without causing any trouble. This was the truth that the Emperor showed to his descendants.

In this process, the Lord of Mankind did not deceive his descendants at all. Every order he issued was issued in front of Corax, and every calculation he made was explained clearly to Corax. He never emphasized his purity, nor did he deny the darkness of certain means, but let all the kindness and cruelty unfold in front of the Primarch one by one, so that he could see it thoroughly.

Then, the Emperor sincerely told his descendants why he did this.

On the wreckage of the resistance fighters, facing Corax with a blank look in his eyes, the Emperor told him many things: he told the Primarch the nature of the Great Crusade, his own difficulties, and the fundamental starting point of many cruel policies.

He described to Corax the darkness beyond the Void, the darkness that was destined to sweep across the galaxy, and the unmatched evil in the warp. At the same time, he also confirmed the doubts that Corax had since birth, and confirmed that as a genetic Primarch, there were some unspeakable substances in his body.

Although the Lord of Mankind did not speak very thoroughly on many issues, he still answered every question of the Raven King as much as possible, and he even forced some unprepared knowledge into the Primarch's mind: because the Emperor knew that he had little time left, and he had only this opportunity to have such a long talk with Corax.

Therefore, this long talk became particularly long and profound.

In fact, the Emperor's relationship with many Primarchs was like this. Only when these Primarchs had just returned to the Imperium could the Lord of Mankind have a heart-to-heart talk with them, answer their questions and impart necessary knowledge to them. After they set out on the Great Crusade, the number of times the Primarchs met the Emperor was very few.

In this comparison, the degree of favor of the Lord of Avalon can be seen: Morgan has met the Emperor more times than most of her brothers, and the depth of her conversations with the Emperor can make a guy like Horus cry like a fart.

As for Corax, of course he cannot be compared with his Avalon blood relatives, but his position in the Emperor's heart is unquestionable: the Lord of Mankind has a good impression of his offspring, and can even be said to teach him everything he knows, and the time he spends alone with him is also exceptionally long.

Apart from Horus and Vulkan, it seems that no Primarch has ever received such kindness from the Emperor: even Morgan, her initial interaction with the Emperor was brief, and the Emperor's performance at the time was definitely not pleasant, let alone answering every question Morgan asked with patience.

In this regard, Corax was undoubtedly highly valued.

And the Lord of the Redemption Star did not disappoint his father in the end.

When he left the Emperor's fleet and set off for the Far Eastern Frontier, Corax had memorized several principles taught to him by the Lord of Mankind, understood the threat of the Warp, and deeply understood the Emperor's intentions.

He knew that the Emperor described an ideal that was like a dream, a reality that was almost impossible to achieve, but even so, the Raven King still agreed with this ideal and was willing to give everything for it.

Even if it was...

To make a temporary sacrifice.

To obey the current Empire.

And betray... his original intention.

"..."

Corax rubbed his eyebrows in annoyance, and he remembered those unpleasant things again.

These filthy memories were mixed with his experiences with the Emperor, and it was impossible to clearly separate them, so they troubled the Primarch even more and laughed at his persistence in his heart.

Really...

"Do you remember those things again, Lord Corax?"

"...Ah, yes."

A pleasant voice temporarily dispelled the haze in Corax's mind. When the Primarch opened his eyes, he remembered that he was inside a shuttle, and several Dawnbreakers were accompanying him, and they were about to arrive at the famous [Aurora].

As for the person who woke him up, he was sitting right opposite him at this time. His figure looked almost the same as the Primarch: although Corax was still a four-year-old child, this was already quite amazing.

Needless to say, this was naturally the famous giant in the Second Legion, Morgan's pride named Hector. After these years of bloody battles, he has been promoted to the captain of the 11th Company and has become a real senior figure in the Legion.

Just over ten days ago, Hector and several of his trusted subordinates, following Morgan's orders, welcomed Corax's small fleet near the Forge World of Ryza and led him all the way to the core of Avalon: the Raven King was fond of such a low-key welcome ceremony, and the unique open-mindedness and pleasant atmosphere of the Sons of Morgan also made the Primarch feel relieved.

Emperor, if there is anything that Corax can't adapt to in these nineteen months: besides the filth within the human empire, it is his [dignity] as a gene primarch.

The Emperor's fleet gave this gene primarch two completely different treatments: the guards around the Lord of Mankind were quite wary of Corax, and their words showed their contempt, while those mortal servants on the outside treated Corax like a living god.

Wherever Corax went, people would exclaim and worship him. He only needed to disappear for a dozen seconds to cause a huge commotion on the warship: all this made the Primarch's life as uncomfortable as being under house arrest, especially when he saw those mortal servants kneeling in front of him as a matter of course and respectfully, the Primarch felt that his heart was bleeding.

Compared with these mortals, the attitude of the Guards was not so unbearable.

Fortunately, after stepping into the land of the Far East border, the situation improved: both the Dawnbreakers and the mortal servants accompanying the Dawnbreakers were very [casual] in front of Corax, and although they treated the Primarch with respect, they would neither kneel nor tremble to the point of incoherence.

When the Primarch wanted to be quiet, these sharp-minded Avalonians would not make a fuss, but would tacitly choose to turn a blind eye, leaving Corax a self-contained reservation: this made the Lord of the Redemption Star have a very high initial favorability towards the Far Eastern Frontier.

His blood relative would also be a good leader.

After all, since these people can show such an easy-going attitude, it at least shows that Mobai's rule will not be too harsh, let alone reach the point of brutality: Thinking of this, Corax inevitably recalled that when he was with the Emperor, he had seen the ruling methods of some imperial worlds and imperial governors.

The uncontrollable bloodthirsty desire almost surged up again.

"..."

No, be patient!

The Primarch held his forehead and forced himself to look at other places in the shuttle, diverting his attention by listening to the words of others: for example, the mortal sitting next to him seemed to want to say something to him.

"Lord Morgan is looking forward to a chance to have a long conversation with you, Lord Corax."

"...Is that so?"

The Primarch recognized that it was a mortal servant of Hector. At this moment, this mortal was sharing a drink with the captain of the Dawnbreakers. They even smiled and toasted each other. This scene made Corax nod in his heart and his mood became much better.

He kept smiling.

"I am also looking forward to having a long conversation with my blood relative of Avalon."

"After all, I still have many questions waiting for her to answer."

The Primarch's kind voice made the atmosphere of the shuttle lighter, and the mortal took the opportunity to raise his glass, patted his chest, and assured the heir of the Emperor.

"Please rest assured. Lord Morgan's kindness will surely make you feel like spring breeze, Conrad..."

"...Conrad?"

The Primarch frowned.

"Ah...Sorry! Sorry!"

The mortal servant jumped up and kept bowing to the Primarch to apologize.

"Well, I just..."

"You just accidentally confused me with my brother Conrad, didn't you?"

Corax smiled and pushed the mortal back into his seat.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it: since I set foot on the land of the empire, at least hundreds of people have confused me with Conrad, although until now, I still haven't seen my Noster. The Rameau brothers.”

"But you do look alike, my lord."

Hector took over, obviously intending to smooth things over for his mortal friend.

"Whether it's your hairstyle, your face, or your pupils, they are almost exactly the same. The only difference is that Lord Conrad's aura is more...lively."

"And you are more...serious."

"You want to say: depressed?"

"……almost……"

The laughter of Primarchs, Astartes and mortals echoed through the shuttle.

Corax felt that he actually didn't hate this atmosphere.

"Then what kind of person do you think my brother Conrad is?"

"Um……"

It was still Hector who answered.

"He's a... nice guy."

"...Nice person?"

Corax was confused.

"Yes, Lord Corax, thin words cannot describe Lord Conrad, but if you must give him an overall evaluation, then I can only tell you: Lord Konrad is indeed a good person. people.”

The primarch blinked.

"so……"

"Will he smile at me?"

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"of course!"

The Midnight Ghost roared uncontrollably, and then he controlled it and turned it into a mocking smile: but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Conrad's mood at this time was one of almost uncontrollable excitement.

This was especially true for Corax, after all, he was the one facing this excitement: but he had just stepped onto the deck of the Dawn Goddess, and before he had time to observe the decoration here, a gust of wind had already drifted to him. In front of him, that is the midnight ghost who volunteered and has been waiting here for a long time.

With a roar of laughter, the King of Nostramo gave his brother a welcome gift of his own: a vicious embrace that caught Corax off guard.

Conrad's two long and narrow arms trapped Corax's shoulders, chests collided with chests, long hair intertwined with long hair, and cheerful laughter exploded in the ears of the two original bodies.

"I won't just give you a smile, I'll give you a hug."

"Do you like my hug, bro?"

The cheerful voice of the Midnight Ghost was not answered immediately, because Corax was almost stunned on the spot, still thinking about the information just now in his mind: His daze was not because of the suddenness of the movement, but because of his Eyes and ears just caught things.

"..."

"They are right..."

The Crow King whispered softly.

The moment Conrad rushed towards him, he felt as if he was facing a movable mirror: a ghost that looked exactly like him rushed towards him, except that the smile on his face was a bit too big. Beyond that, it was just another Corax.

And that voice, except for more hissing and more standard pronunciation, it was completely the softness of the Lord of the Redeemer: At this moment, Corax completely understood the misunderstandings of those hundreds of people, because even He himself couldn't tell the difference between him and Conrad.

They are so similar.

"..."

This [discovery] made the Crow King's mouth twitch for a while. He didn't know whether he was happy because there were such similar people in the galaxy, or whether he was feeling sad because of some inexplicable emotions?

But no matter what, Midnight Ghost looked very happy. After ending the hug, he circled around Corax, not forgetting to exaggerate and marvel at the resemblance between the two of them: And when When the Crow King finally came to his senses and belatedly apologized and said hello to his blood relatives, Conrad leaned back and proudly accepted the tribute from Corax.

"Relax, bro."

Midnight Ghost put his arm around the Crow King's shoulders, as if he regarded himself as an older brother and the master here: Judging from his deeds of dismissing Hector and others with a wave of his hand, Corax believed that Conrad was there This ship does have a certain status.

"Our noble Queen of Avalon is still busy with many things, and she really can't spare the time to greet you. After all, a new urgent message is making her furious: Those triple Farr guys have indeed gone too far. Morgan probably won’t forgive them this time.”

"So, because the master of the legion was busy, I, the chief champion of the second legion, took the initiative to pull this job: Welcome to Avalon, brother."

"Ah...thank you..."

Corax was in a daze.

Did his brother Conrad just say something extraordinary?

Whose champion swordsman?

"What should I say? Seeing that you are tired from traveling, should we visit the battleship first, or go have a meal first, and then do something else: I am also an old acquaintance on this battleship, and I can also recommend some companies to you. A nice restaurant.”

"……Have a meal?"

The Raven King had a bitter look on his face. He recalled the incredibly lavish dinners he had attended on the Emperor's Dream: the red tape at the dinner was disgusting, and the flattery of the attendees made him avoid it, not to mention that the value of the dinner itself could alleviate many problems on the Redemption Star.

So, for the meal...

"Don't worry."

Conrad winked at him, as if he had seen through his inner thoughts.

"We can go to the public cafeteria and eat the most ordinary employee meals, the same as these Astartes and those mortal servants, there will be no difference: what do you think of this arrangement, Corax?"

"Ah, that's best."

Corax nodded.

"I'm a little hungry."

"That's great."

Conrad laughed wantonly.

"But before we eat, we still have to do some small steps."

"What steps?"

"Some labor: You should be familiar with labor, right, Corax?"

"Of course."

"That's best... By the way!"

Conrad seemed to remember something, he suddenly leaned close to his brother's ear and asked him in a low voice.

"Then let me ask another question: You should not mind sleeping on the upper bunk, my good brother (emphasis)?"

"...Ah?"

"What... did you say?"

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[He really, did this? ]

The Lord of Avalon frowned, threw the crystal cup she crushed aside, and then looked at Virgo standing next to him: the latter was recording something while looking at the messy room in worry.

But despite this, she still answered her mother's question in the shortest time.

"That's right, mother."

"According to the information transmitted from the deck, after receiving Lord Corax, Mr. Conrad took him directly to the central cafeteria, and then took Lord Corax to the back kitchen of the central cafeteria on the pretext that he had no money."

[So, what are they doing now? ]

"Uh..."

Virgo touched his eyelids, as if he was also doubting the information in his hand.

"Lord Conrad is taking Lord Corax to the back kitchen of the cafeteria..."

"Helping to peel potatoes?"

[……]

"..."

[……]

[So, what about Corax? Is he not angry? ]

"In fact..."

Virgo licked his lips and turned to the first few pages of the file.

"According to the shared intelligence transmitted to us by the Emperor, compared with his various performances on the [Emperor's Dream], Lord Corax, who is peeling potatoes now, is actually very...relaxed and comfortable."

[……]

"Just like...back home."