Chapter 553: The Ghostwriter at the Bedside

Chapter 553: The ghostwriter at the bedside...

Three weeks passed in a flash.

And the speed of the Word Bearers was faster than anyone imagined.

To be precise, nineteen days after the Emperor allowed the governor of Monazia to send the letter for help, the first battleship of the Iconoclasts rushed out of the warp: from the bridge to the engine room, everything was broken, and the colorful Geller's position was like a distorted world that could only be seen after taking poisonous fungi.

Behind it, more warships arrived one after another: the Word Bearers brought more than a hundred warships, which was a standard number for the main fleet of an Astartes Legion, enough to complete most of the military tasks in the Great Crusade.

In this huge fleet, the Queen of Glory [Law of Faith] is undoubtedly the core and soul. This Lorgar flagship participated in almost all the famous battles in the Great Crusade of the Word Bearers Legion, and its bridge was engraved with the names of the destroyed heretical worlds.

Just like most of the Glorious Queen-class warships in the Empire, they are not simply symbols of war. The Law of Faith is not only a battlefield beast, but also the greatest movable church in the entire Empire, and even the entire galaxy.

No one else.

Hundreds of churches and chapels are arranged like insect swarms next to the armed tower. The statue of the Emperor made of marble and gold stares at every inch of the void around the warship. At the front of the warship, the huge eagle head symbolizing the human empire is holding an open Iron Sacred Book, telling the true purpose of the Great Crusade in the eyes of the Word Bearers.

This giant ship with gray as the main color and red as the matching color, after using the Mandeville Point, did not wait patiently for the followers behind it to gather, and first sailed to Monazia. The other ships of the Word Bearers Legion followed behind it in a sluggish manner, like a defeated army.

"Lorgar is not stupid."

Standing in the command hall of the [Glory of Macragge], which was built entirely of marble and bronze, Guilliman dispatched his fleet to greet his brother, while whispering complaints to his blood relative through the psychic intercom given to him by Morgan.

"I originally thought that he would form a battle formation with great momentum and let me give him an explanation. Now it seems that he should know that this place is not very friendly to him now: I hope he can remain silent like now, after all, I haven't figured out how to greet him."

The Macragge man pursed his lips, complained verbally, and thought about the diplomatic words in his mind. Then, he felt something was wrong: Morgan's voice was too quiet.

"Is there something wrong with you? Morgan, why is there no sound?"

[There is indeed something wrong. 】

In the tone of the Lord of Avalon, Guilliman heard special fatigue.

"Has the Emperor changed his mind?"

The Primarch was a little nervous. Although he and Lorgar had a bad relationship, he also thought that the Emperor's punishment of Lorgar was enough. If it was increased, it would be a bit unfair to the Word Bearers: although the current punishment was not very appropriate.

[No, it's worse. ]

The Spider Queen shook her head and turned to look at the Perfect City behind her. This originally magnificent and bustling metropolis had become truly empty after their efforts for more than ten days. Under the shadow of the fleet, this city, which had just been emptied of all its population for less than ten days, suddenly had a hint of a ghost town.

According to the Emperor's order, a large area with the Perfect City as the core was designated as a sacred no-man's land. The nearest settlement was far away, and one could only vaguely see the appearance of this place: the luckiest natives of this city were arranged there.

Only a few dozen people were allowed to stay in the no-man's land: Morgan and her Round Table Guards, and dozens of Imperial Guards guarding the city gates, who were still immersed in the anxiety that their master had disappeared for too long.

[Because our Gene Father has not come out yet. ]

"...What's going on?"

Hearing Morgan's words, Guilliman frowned.

"Didn't he go in five days ago when the Perfect City was just emptied?"

[Yes, he has been staying until now: those Imperial Guards are a little restless. ]

"Didn't you go in to check?"

[Who dares? ]

Speaking of this, the Lord of Avalon laughed out loud in anger.

[He didn't even allow me or Malcador to go in with him, and he only brought two Imperial Guards with him: one of them was his chief Valdor, and the other one, I remember, was called La, who seemed to be a senior officer. The rest of the people were locked outside the door, especially me. ]

[He asked me to stay here and not leave until he came out. 】

"So, during this time, have you found any clues, Morgan?"

[……]

The Spider Queen stroked her swollen forehead and did not answer the question.

On the other hand, Guilliman was running out of time.

"Forget it, Morgan, the Word Bearers' fleet is already approaching, I have to go to meet them."

"You'd better contact the Sigillite and tell him in advance. If the Emperor doesn't come out by then, I will go down with him to find you. The three of us will work together to deal with Lorgar. There will be no problem."

"Think about your words first, and then the three of us will go over the script."

[Understood. ]

Morgan responded quickly, and then hung up the communicator directly. She stroked her aching head again, hesitating whether to probe into the Perfect City again: What Guilliman didn't know was that in fact, the Lord of Avalon had scouted the Perfect City more than once in the past few days.

Morgan had thought about secretly spying on what her gene father was doing in the Perfect City. Not only did she think about it, but she also actively took practical actions: but the painful lesson that followed forced the dizzy Primarch to retreat.

Before retreating, she was also shocked by what she saw in the spiritual realm... things.

Morgan couldn't say what it was.

The only thing she could be sure of was that at this moment, the interior of the Perfect City was already filled with some agitated invisible forces, which belonged to completely different auras, and even the Primarch could only barely identify them.

The first thing Morgan recognized was a kind of power similar to [Faith], but it was very primitive and rough, without even a specific outline and direction: she had felt similar energy in those alien empires that she had destroyed with her own hands and had been passed down for tens of millions of years, but those beliefs were obviously much more refined.

Then, as if seduced by these beliefs, a breath that Morgan was both familiar and unfamiliar with slowly floated up from the center of the Perfect City. It swallowed up the surrounding faith power like a black hole, without purpose, but unable to communicate, just emitting pure malice and destruction all around.

Morgan recognized it at a glance. It was the dark breath she felt from the Emperor when she and her Gene Father met for the first time in that magnificent and empty underground hall a long time ago: it was the monster hidden in the body of the Lord of Humanity, the indescribable power.

"..."

The monster saw Morgan and cast a glance at her from a distance, or rather, stretched out a psychic tentacle in her direction. There was no good or bad intention in it, but it was more like the instinctive reaction of a cold-blooded animal chasing the sun, out of primitive curiosity, to find Morgan, something that [interested] it.

[……]

The Primarch remained silent, but quickly retreated and avoided the other party's search: she was a little suspicious whether the parasite hidden in the Emperor's body had its own mind, and she also thought about whether to reveal her discovery to the Emperor, but after a brief hesitation, the Lord of Avalon finally gave up this option.

Such a terrifying existence, her gene father could not fail to sense it, and since he did not take the initiative to mention this thing to Morgan, it was a [topic that cannot be discussed] between the Emperor and Morgan: in the past few decades, they have developed this tacit understanding.

Just like Morgan never asked the Emperor what his past was like, and the Emperor never seriously asked Morgan what she intended to do with the Black Stone Fortresses: they all knew that this kind of question involved the other party's bottom line. Even if the other party answered, it could not be true, but would instead tarnish the existing cooperation.

In this regard, Morgan was slightly weaker. Although on the surface, she could joke with her gene father about the Emperor's private affairs that the Emperor did not tell her and that he dug up himself, but that was all: if it really touched the brow of the Lord of Humanity, it would not be as simple as a few jokes.

The Emperor was much stronger than she thought: Morgan always remembered this.

And this monster, without a doubt, was also one of the Emperor's [bad luck].

In this case...

Don't be blind, don't be deaf, don't be the head of the family.

In a flash, the Spider Queen made up her mind.

While she was thinking about how to continue to avoid the psychic tentacles of the [Original Darkness], the situation in the Perfect City had changed suddenly: the primordial darkness, which was expanding recklessly, suddenly seemed to sense the arrival of a great enemy. It first stopped in place, then gave up the surrounding food without hesitation and retreated into its cave, leaving only the confused Primarch standing there.

[…? ]

Morgan's confusion had not yet settled, and the answer to the question appeared in front of her.

When the monster completely disappeared, a brand new existence floated out like smoke in the place where it first appeared.

It was a... very strange thing.

Morgan could swear that she had no impression of this existence at all.

This thing was not a belief, nor was it a psychic power. It did not even have the breath of the subspace. It was more like a mysterious language that had not yet been known by the Primarch, but it was also shining there: wherever it passed, all the subspace energy actually fled in all directions as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

[Interesting. 】

This caught Morgan's attention, and she began to try to learn the language, but the process was more difficult than she imagined: a few hours of imitation and recording not only failed to make her proficient, but also made her brain experience a burning pain and confusion that had not appeared for a long time.

All the Warp energy in her body, whether from the Emperor or from Chaos, instinctively resisted this natural enemy-like power: especially in those areas belonging to the Chaos Powers, these sinful gods who fell into strange silence with the gradual advancement of the Great Crusade, this time did not hesitate to take action, they forcibly shoveled out the land carrying this new language, making the Lord of Avalon relive the headache that she had almost forgotten.

This long-lost dilemma made Morgan affirm the value of this unknown language. She began to think of other ways, such as selecting the warrior with the best psychic talent from the Round Table Guards behind her, temporarily connecting his spiritual world with her own spiritual world, and then looking at the sky of the Perfect City again.

This time, she did not learn or record, but simply [spoke] every word she saw, roughly imitated its pronunciation, and then asked her think tank to carve it into her mind as much as possible: there is no need to remember it exactly, just store it somewhere in the mind, after all, this is not a force that the Astartes can resist.

This process lasted for several days, and experienced hundreds of failures: the first think tank captured by Morgan could not bear it within three hours of the start of the ceremony, which forced the Spider Queen to summon more think tanks and psykers from her fleet, but everyone's performance was unsatisfactory.

In the end, Morgan even tried to summon her Virgo to record directly, but found that Virgo's compatibility with this language was worse than any mortal psyker before: they just couldn't bear it, and Virgo simply [couldn't hear].

Maybe it was because she had no [life]?

Reality didn't give Morgan more time to think about these problems. She could only keep summoning new psykers to her and stuff unknown words into their minds: this was not a simple project. Even the best Dawnbreaker think tanks could only barely remember a few letters, and some people even found it very difficult to remember a stroke.

The Primarch did not force them. She did not intend to waste her most precious wealth for nothing because of this power whose specific function had not yet been determined. Moreover, in the process of repeating these unknown languages ​​over and over again, Morgan could more or less feel that what she saw now was not the whole language, but only the tip of the iceberg, like a torn alphabet.

But despite this, Morgan still carefully collected every letter she found, and then stuffed them into the heads of her subordinates in batches, preparing to find an insider to study slowly when she had time in the future: perhaps her image director would know something about these unknown languages, at least, the Necrons would never lack interest in studying this unknown.

The Dawnbreakers standing behind the Primarch watched their Gene Mother's constant busyness with silence and awe, while the Imperial Guards farther away gradually changed from the initial vigilance to the later state of watching monkey shows: no one could perceive the strangeness of the waves around the Primarch.

Just as Morgan put the last word she could catch into her mind, and scanned the entire Perfect City with her tired eyes to check if there were any omissions, a burning phantom in the corner of her right eye, like the scorching sun in the sky, stung her senses. When the Primarch reacted and looked over, he saw nothing.

The next moment, the sting appeared in the corner of her left eye again, but this time, Morgan, who was prepared, saw it clearly: it was a phantom that was as real as a fake, as if she was sucked into another time and space.

And there.

She saw a...

Tower?

No...It's a giant tower!

A giant tower that reaches the sky!

The cylindrical black shadow that rose from the ground stood on the desolate and dilapidated scorched plain, surrounded by traces of famine and war. Stone bullets and flames eroded the spiral carvings on the tower like wind and snow, but in front of the huge figure that pierced the sky, the bites of these wars were insignificant, just like the blue whale in the sea would not care about the skuas on the water.

At the first sight of it, the Lord of Avalon was shocked by this tower that reached the sky, not only because of its hugeness: if placed on the same horizontal plane, this tower might be more magnificent than the palace on Terra; but also because of its primitiveness: because within the range of sight, the Primarch could only see mud bricks, tiles, wood and plaster.

Not to mention the Palace of Terra, even tens of thousands of years ago, when humans had just set foot on the starry sea, they would not use these things to build such a magnificent building: and is this really in line with building materials and physics?

But the giant tower is there, with its primitiveness and perseverance, it leads to the sky that even the Primarch cannot see, and leads to the endless storms and darkness.

But there, the destruction of this tower of Babel is brewing.

Morgan could see clearly. She saw endless lightning and storms, which descended from the sky like the wrath of the gods, blasting mud bricks and tiles, devouring wooden beams and plaster, and tearing the entire tower into pieces bit by bit, starting from its invisible top. Compared with this god of death that fell from the sky, the traces of war that covered the entire wasteland were nothing more than a clumsy trick of destruction among mortals.

Morgan stood there, quietly witnessing this catastrophe in the fantasy world, watching the tower fall into ruins bit by bit in front of her eyes, maybe a few hours, maybe longer, and until everything was about to end, a new light pulled her back to the real world.

It was a golden light, very similar to the color of the Emperor, but not strong enough, instead exuding a breath of death. It flashed from the top of the huge top and fell quickly into the dark night on the surface like a meteor.

That was her father.

For no reason, the Primarch was so sure.

So, this is the Emperor's memory, and the place where the Emperor... died once?

But... who can kill him?

This question made the Primarch shudder.

In the real universe, is there really anyone who can threaten the Emperor's life?

Or, her genetic father who can rely on absolute violence to dominate the galaxy, was actually so fragile that his life could be taken away by others at some point in the past? If it weren't for the blessing of the immortal's physique, the Emperor's great cause would have collapsed halfway?

Morgan couldn't figure this out.

She could only vaguely determine that no matter who had killed her father, that person could not be alive now, because the one still standing on the stage was the Emperor, and with the character of the Lord of Mankind, he would definitely completely wipe out this biggest threat factor, and the possibility of keeping it for his own use was very small.

We can't just ignore it and let this killer wander around the galaxy, right?

Morgan was amused by her own thoughts.

But before she had time to figure out the other elements of this fatal problem, she saw that there was an invisible color at the place where the golden light fell from the tower, twisting restlessly: the next moment, this color seemed to have received some kind of command and flew straight towards her.

At the last moment when the Lord of Avalon was swept out of this world, she knew what this color was: it was also a group of unknown languages ​​she had collected before, but unlike its companions, when this word stayed between the eyebrows of the Primarch, Morgan understood its meaning in an instant.

[Spell? ]

The Primarch whispered this word.

[... Never heard of it. 】

Morgan tilted her head. She frowned slightly in distress: I don’t know why, although she is the original gene standing on the pyramid of the entire human empire, and although she is the one with more strength and means among her twenty blood brothers, every time Morgan is complacent because of the big cards she holds tightly in her hand, this ancient crazy galaxy will reveal another tip of the iceberg to her, unscrupulously mocking the original ignorance.

She is not qualified.

The galaxy always says so.

It’s like a novel that is still being created and always launching new settings, and Morgan, as a character in it, has to endure these new [rules] in vain, which are either abrupt or somewhat unreasonable.

Along the way, the Primarch had encountered similar situations countless times: the ancient knowledge was twisted and powerful, as numerous as stars, hiding in every corner of the galaxy. Even if a little bit of it was revealed inadvertently, Morgan would feel uneasy. The monster in the Emperor's body was like this, and the new thing in front of him, called [Spell], was also like this.

They seemed to have always existed in the galaxy, just like the sun in the sky, but the Primarchs who conquered the galaxy still knew nothing about these things: most people didn't even know about Chaos.

Thinking of this, the Spider Queen couldn't help but sigh.

She really couldn't figure it out.

If her gene father didn't know these things...

No, it's impossible, the Emperor must know these things.

He died once after all.

But if the Emperor knew these things and knew their power, why did he rashly return to Holy Terra without informing the Primarch that there were these ancient horrors in the galaxy: and let the Primarch wander around in this dangerous galaxy?

How dare he?

Even those mortal parents know that before they go out, they must repeatedly remind their children who stay at home not to open the door to strangers, let alone leave their children alone in the dangerous outdoors: What is the difference between the Emperor's behavior and leaving an ignorant child on the road with cars passing by?

Is he trying to abandon him?

Or, in the Emperor's eyes, Morgan is not the Primarch responsible for this part?

Who could it be?

Alpha? Vulkan? Or maybe the Chagatai Khan?

Several most likely figures flashed through Morgan's mind one by one, but the Primarch felt that any of them was missing something: she had fought side by side with Alpha, but she did not smell this kind of breath, and the fire dragon and the Khan did not seem to be the seedlings who could do this kind of mysterious work.

Moreover, if this force is so powerful that it has even killed the Lord of Mankind, then the Emperor can only hand it over to someone he trusts. But this brings up a problem: Even though the Lord of Mankind has twenty biological children, how many of them can he trust?

Horus? Jonson? Ferrus? Or maybe Mortarion?

They don't look like people who can be entrusted with such a responsibility.

There is no need to talk about Horus, and Morgan knows everything about Jonson. Ferrus does meet these standards, but his attitude towards mysterious power is obvious to all. Morgan would rather believe that the Emperor will give some technological weapons that are as powerful as miracles to this Gorgon, just as he would give some divine weapons that can destroy the world to Jonson and Vulcan.

As for Mortarion, he may be one of the few people who meet all the standards, and this power is not the warp energy that he wants to get rid of as soon as possible: but considering the concept of [witchcraft] of the Barbarus people and his own personality, it seems unlikely.

Although Morgan believes that Mortarion is actually very suitable for the power of curses: even if she doesn't like this brother, Morgan will never despise Mortarion's talents in some aspects, but the Barbarus people seem destined to miss this natural enemy of the warp.

As for the others, excluding the brothers Morgan was familiar with, the remaining ones all had their own problems: if only objective factors were considered, the one who was most likely to help the Emperor deal with these mysterious things could only be...

"Morgan."

[...Ah? ]

"Morgan!"

[Ah? ! ]

[I'm here, Robert. ]

The thought was ruthlessly interrupted, the voice of the blood brother exploded in his ear, pulling Morgan's mind back to the real world. The Primarch looked around in a daze, and then grabbed the communicator hanging next to his ear: This scene made the guard chief standing closest to her look worried.

[What's wrong, Robert? ]

Morgan asked, and Liman's answer was drowned in the rumbling engine sound.

"I have picked up Lorgar, but he did not talk to me, but boarded the transport plane directly with his heirs. The first batch of soldiers will arrive in a few minutes. Morgan, Lorgar should stay a little behind: Malcador is with me, we will keep an eye on him."

[That's good. 】

Morgan nodded.

[Which batch are you in? ]

"With Lorgar: Because I have to escort him personally."

Escort...

The Lord of Avalon's eyebrows jumped, listening to the firm and somewhat sad tone of the Macragge people, as if the Great Word Bearer was already a sinner in shackles, waiting for the final judgment, and Guilliman was sending him off for the last time.

Fortunately, he did not meet Lorgar.

Morgan licked his lips and asked for the last insurance.

[Is Lorgar next to you? ]

"He is on his own transport plane, and my transport plane is following him."

[That's good...]

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, and she and Guilliman did not speak again, because the transport planes of the first batch of Word Bearers warriors had appeared at the edge of Morgan's vision, and behind her, the guards of the Imperial Guards deployed their formations and adjusted their weapons to combat status, without any concealment: the same was true for the Dawnbreakers.

Only Rana still stood beside the Mother of Genes, hesitating and not daring to speak.

[What's wrong, Rana? ]

"Uh, you..."

The chief of the guards hesitated for a moment. He temporarily changed the sentence [Are you a little confused] to:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

[Very good, Rana. ]

Morgan smiled, turned her head, and felt the atmosphere in the Perfect City: whether it was those beliefs, that monster, or the mysterious power called the curse, they had all disappeared completely at this time, replaced by the cold and dazzling sun, which was so dazzling in the sea of ​​souls.

And so pleasing to the eye.

At least in Morgan's opinion at this moment, compared with those three kinds of monsters, her father of genes was really damn kind!

Is he moving towards the city gate?

[Quite on time. 】

The Primarch snorted, then signaled his descendants to follow him and walked towards the large square to receive the Word Bearers: those guards wanted to stay where they were and face off against the upcoming Word Bearers, so let them go. The Primarch must welcome her nephews with a more friendly attitude.

After all, she was forced to take over this mess. Any changes to the Perfect City were fundamentally not her ideas: it didn't matter what others thought, but Lorgar and the Word Bearers had to keep this idea.

[So, do you know anything about the Word Bearers, Lana? 】

Morgan raised her head, looked at the transport planes that were about to land, and asked the Terra veteran standing beside her, and the chief of the guards lived up to the Primarch's expectations and nodded confidently.

"I used to fight alongside the 17th Legion, mother. At that time, Lorgar had just returned to his legion, but I still remember a lot of the Colchians he brought back, especially the best ones."

[Really? ]

Morgan nodded and pointed to the two fastest transport planes.

[Then tell me, which unit do these two transport planes belong to? ]

Rana observed.

"The one on the left is the First Company, and it is very likely that Kor Phaeron is in it, an old man who is extremely unpopular in the Word Bearers Legion. He has the same background as Lord Luther, but his ability is far inferior to Lord Luther. He just relies on Lorgar's trust."

"As for the one on the right, although he didn't paint the specific company number, I recognize that logo. It's the Jagged Sun Regiment in the Word Bearers Legion. They are best at airdrop assault tactics. Among the Word Bearers, this is the most technically demanding tactic."

[Really? ]

Seeing that the Primarch was half-believing and half-doubting, Lana extended his explanation.

"That's right. The Serrated Sun is one of the five most famous chapters of the Word Bearers. As for the tactics that the other four chapters are good at: the Triple Crown is good at attrition warfare, the Judgment Star is good at scorched earth warfare, the Skeleton Throne loves human wave tactics, and the Broken Scythe is used to compression tactics."

(This paragraph is not made up by me, but the information I found on purpose. I can only say that the tactical style of the Word Bearers Legion is indeed a bit difficult to describe: I can't understand why there is a legion that regards human wave tactics as a specialty? Even the Iron Warriors would not be so authentic, right?)

[Tsk, so...]

Morgan nodded. She somewhat understood where the intriguing atmosphere came from when the Astartes of other legions mentioned the Word Bearers Legion.

I think he just started. The two transport planes landed steadily on the ground. Two teams of people walked out of them: the pair on the left were covered with scriptures. They looked more like a group of missionaries than warriors. The team on the far right. They looked like people needed on the battlefield.

"It's Angertai!"

Morgan heard a low cheer in Lana's voice.

[Do you know him? ]

"I met him once on the battlefield. He's a great warrior, mother."

As if to prove the words of the chief of the guards, when Morgan looked at Angertai mentioned by Lana, she did see a warrior who was eye-catching: this Word Bearer was wearing a set of armor without more decorations, standing upright, completely different from his companions who were at a loss beside him.

His skin was dark, and his hair was a little darker, which made his teeth very obvious. His appearance was not very handsome, but his facial features were very three-dimensional and his face was firm. He was the kind of person who could be entrusted with a great task at first glance: especially when he took a few steps forward and walked side by side with the captain of the first company beside him.

Compared with Korfalen's skinny, pale and weak face, Angertai has become much more handsome, but it was not this that really attracted Morgan's attention, but the interesting soul of the captain of the company of the Sawtooth Sun.

Morgan felt a very strange attribute in Angertai, which she had never seen before: it was an extremely high affinity for the warp, not the psychic power like Magnus and her, but an instinctive adaptability. .

In other words: this Angertai might be able to make friends with demons.

For no reason, the Primarch had this strange idea in his mind.

While she was thinking about the possibility of this unimagined path, the Word Bearers warriors gathered more and more on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than 10,000 people. From the initial confusion to the neat formation, they still maintained the discipline of the Astartes and maintained a silent sadness.

Until a transport plane engraved with scriptures appeared in their field of vision, countless shouts were blown up by the golden storm bird, and the transport plane belonging to the Lord of Macragge, which followed closely behind it, also deservedly received thousands of angry glares.

Five seconds later, the Great Word Bearer appeared in Morgan's field of vision.

Lorgar—Aurelian.

Morgan quietly looked at this brother whom she had not seen for a long time. Out of habit, she also glanced at Lorgar's soul, then raised her eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, turned her head, looked at Angertai's soul again, and then looked at Lorgar's again.

Then, a strange and funny expression flashed across the face of the Primarch.

[Rana. ]

Morgan suddenly spoke.

[What do you think of Angertai? ]

"A great warrior."

The chief of the guards nodded.

[Then... what about Lorgar? ]

"..."

Rana was silent, and after a few seconds, he struggled to organize his words.

"If you allow me to judge based on my memory of them."

"I can only say."

"Lord Lorgar is indeed excellent."

"But if Angertai is also a Primarch, I think he is at least not worse than Lord Lorgar: the only difference between him and Lord Lorgar is strength, and if Lord Lorgar is compared with him..."

[……]

Morgan did not respond, and Lana did not continue to speak. They stood there, quietly waiting for the Great Bearer and his legion to complete the final assembly: during this period, Morgan's eyes kept jumping frequently between Lorgar and Angertai.

She also glanced at Kor Phaeron, but the next second, she moved away with disdain.

"What are you thinking about, mother?"

[Nothing, I just remembered a classic story of Terra that I read. 】

"What is it?"

After hearing Lana's inquiry, Morgan's face was covered with a perfect smile.

She first glanced at Luo Jia: The son of God stood in the center of thousands of warriors, countless cheers arose because of him, countless enthusiasms burned because of him, his every move was destined to shock the whole world, and the momentary melancholy in his eyes was enough to make 100,000 Astartes swear to wash it with their own blood.

[The King of Wei is very elegant. ]

Then Morgan looked at Angertai again: the captain of the Jagged Sun could only squeeze in the crowd with his squad, waiting for Lorgar to pass in front of him. His plain armor looked so inconspicuous in the gorgeous array of Word Bearers, just like the dark corner that would not be illuminated by Lorgar's light.

[The ghostwriter at the bedside. ]

The primarch saw everything.

Light and darkness, glory and mediocrity, father and child, primarch and warrior.

[This is a true hero. ]