Chapter 750 Lucy's Monologue

＋O'er! ＋

＋O'er, open the door! ＋

＋If you don't open the door, then... ＋

＋Then... ＋

＋Then forget it. ＋

＃Easy＃

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"Meow?"

The Strong Brain Cat tilted his head, because the scene in front of him suddenly changed, becoming completely different, far beyond the understanding of his still immature beast mind: he could only barely remember what happened?

At the very beginning, when the tall male bipedal creature threw out the petite but smelly female bipedal creature in front of him, the development of the matter was still within the cat's understanding.

It had seen similar things countless times in the past hundred years: the partnerships of these bipedal creatures were always fragile, and many of them would have sex with many partners in a few days, as if they were in estrus all year round.

There were some similar things. It had also witnessed many pairs of bipedal creatures split up overnight, and then one of them drove the other out of their nest: but usually the female drove the male away, and the pair in front of it was a little different.

But what was even more different was...

"Hurulu..."

The strong-brained cat bent down, exerting its unique ability, carefully observing the corridor under its feet from the perspective of psychic energy, focusing its attention on the petite guy: her psychic energy changed so quickly.

She was crying and shouting in the last second, and nothing happened in the next second.

It really confused the cat.

It clearly saw clearly: when this female was ruthlessly thrown out of the nest by her failed courtship partner, she was clearly crying and begging miserably there, and even her soul was flashing with sad dark blue.

And when the iron door was closed, she still stood there knocking without giving up, and the sadness in her psychic energy became more and more intense: but everything came to an abrupt end when the male bipedal creature in the nest completely left.

She seemed to be able to clearly feel that the person inside didn't want to listen to her anymore, so, in a moment when the cat couldn't react at all: this guy restored his original demeanor, even the tears accumulated in his eyes and the tears on his cheeks disappeared in an instant, as if they had never existed.

But... they clearly existed, right?

And the psychic energy was the same, it was clearly dark blue with extreme sadness in the previous second, and the next second it completely returned to normal, instead highlighting the light green of a happy mood: this strange scene of psychic energy changing in an instant, she had only seen it in her master.

But even her master didn't seem to use it so skillfully: she still needed a few seconds to adjust.

But this guy in front of her...

Really scary, meow~

The strong-brained cat's ears shrugged down, and the remaining wildness told it that this was not an opponent that could be provoked, so it retracted its claws into its heavy flesh palms and quietly retreated, intending to escape from this guy who was becoming more and more terrifying in its perception.

But, it was too late.

Before it started to move, the guy below had already raised his head.

He was still mumbling.

+Olpersong, old friend. +

+You are still the same as before, thinking only of yourself. +

[Lucy] is smiling.

Retention, sadness, crying: less than a minute ago, the vivid emotions in front of Olpersong had completely disappeared from her pretty face, leaving only a faint smile, like a scumbag whose pleasure was satisfied.

+But it's okay this way. +

+I didn't expect you to get involved in this mess again, or stand by my side again. After all, you have always been so timid, and my dream is still too scary for you. +

+Hide well, old friend. +

+When I get bored one day, I will come and harass you again. +

The face of a 12- or 13-year-old girl showed the bad and cheerfulness that should never appear in this age group. The bright copper-like eyes returned to indifference, flashing with no regard for life.

He said his old friend, but in the eyes of the Lord of Humanity, there was not even a bit of warmth, as if all the entanglements just now were acted out: but the acting was really superb, so perfect that even the emperor himself was trapped.

+But you are right about one thing. +

[Lucy] raised her hands and slowly tidied her long hair that was messed up by the previous nonsense, carefully straightened every inch of black silk on both sides, and then absent-mindedly adjusted her shirt, returning to the demeanor about forty minutes ago.

＋If there is no other way, I will not do such a risky thing: I know better than you what kind of rotten things I did in the first 20,000 years of my life. Although these rotten things helped me a lot later, the influence they left behind is also a potential threat that [now me] must stay away from. ＋

＋They must be exiled, put in a separated concept, and then placed on the other side of the galaxy, looking for a jailer who is strong and reliable enough: fate is on my side in this matter. If I didn’t have a daughter, it would be really difficult for me to find such a jailer. ＋

＋But then again...＋

＋If my pathetic idiot son hadn't caused trouble on Nikaia, making it impossible for me to suppress my inner problems, I wouldn't have released all these past memories: they are safest by my side. ＋

＋As for Morgan...＋

＋As long as I don't give this broken body too much power, it shouldn't be a problem for her to take on the task of jailer: if she insists on some rewards, then at most I can just leave this body to her. ＋

＋Anyway, it's just a piece of meat that can't see the light of day again, and it's not a complete thing: I cut off a part that can barely be used from my son who committed a heinous crime, and then used some tricks to make her look like a human being. ＋

＋My unfilial daughter should have seen these clues long ago: it's a good thing she can endure it until today without saying anything. ＋

＋Is she planning something? ＋

＋That's it: anyway, she only has one use for me now. ＋

＋As long as she can execute that task, it doesn't matter what she wants. ＋

＋Independence, rebellion, and freedom...＋

＋And so on. ＋

＋Freedom...only this one can't be done. ＋

＋Freedom...tsk tsk tsk! ＋

After smoothing out the last wrinkle on the hem of her skirt, Lucy raised her head and smiled sarcastically: she didn't care whether Orpesson behind the door was eavesdropping on these fatal words, or in other words, she could make sure that her old friend couldn't hear them.

＋Morgan...＋

＋Silly daughter. ＋

＋I can give you more rewards than the stars in the galaxy: as long as you ask, I can obviously give you a noble title on par with the Warmaster, or let you sit on the seat of power in Holy Terra and rule the galaxy until the day you get tired of it. ＋

＋These are nothing: titles are nothing but empty clouds in the end, no Primarch cares about them, as for power? The speed of getting sick of it will be faster than the physical relationship between creatures. It only takes a few generations of ruling the galaxy for any Primarch to learn to stay away from power. +

+ There is no element of greed for power in your genetic code. I have ensured all this from the beginning: why do you think I dare to give the territory and power of the entire galaxy to your brothers? Because I am sure they will not like it. +

+ Before I complete the final blow, they will despair of the power and status they hold in their hands and will be willing to throw the fate of millions of stars behind their heads: time is the least important thing in my plan. As long as you dare to propose it, I dare you to take over the power of the Sigillite. +

+ I know: you can't last more than 500 years in that position. +

+ You are capable enough. +

+ But you don't have the heart. ＋

＋So, I give you power, and in the end I don't have to pay anything. This is obviously the best gift. You can just take the most worthless thing from me: Why are you so greedy and want to get the most precious thing in the galaxy from me? ＋

＋Freedom? ＋

＋So precious that even I can't give it to you: because even I don't have it. ＋

＋Not only me, but even them, have no freedom at all: Why does the God of Blood never leave His throne? Why does the God of Life insist on His garden? Why does the Prince of Pleasure stop at the Silver Palace? Why even the Mutators who are afraid of the world's badness only come to the world in the form of changing phantoms every time? ＋

＋Is it because they are powerful? ＋

＋Just kidding. ＋

Lucy laughed, she knew how ridiculous the answer to the question was.

Of course she remembered that day, the day she first visited Morro: in the rumors of the outside world, and in the cognition of most Primarchs who knew the inside story, he found a rift leading to the depths of the Warp on that magical world, and created twenty Primarchs by robbing or deceiving the power that did not belong to the real universe.

Everyone thought so.

Including the Primarchs, including the Sigillites, including the original Erda and Astartes.

But, this is not the truth.

At least not all the facts.

In the depths of Morro, where he could face the Four Gods, the Lord of Mankind caught a glimpse of the true horror of the Warp.

That was also the source of his courage.

So simple, so ridiculous.

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Why didn't the Emperor worry that the angry Four Gods would find him personally? Chasing him in the Warp realm, using overwhelming Warp power to snatch all the Primarch modules in his hands?

The Four Gods cannot go to the real universe: but it does not say that they cannot go to the Warp.

Why is the Emperor so fearless?

Because he knew: even the so-called four gods were just a bunch of slaves.

To be more precise: a bunch of prisoners, a bunch of prisoners of their own power.

In the depths of the warp, the Emperor saw everything clearly.

He saw: chains.

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The invisible parts of each god are firmly bound with chains, which fix them to their thrones forever, and they can never be separated from now on: waiting for the fateful moment belonging to the galaxy and the warp.

The condensation of countless blood and skulls firmly nailed Khorne to his Blood Throne, and his scope of activities was limited to the authority of the Brass Fortress: he could leave, but he seemed to dare not leave, Falling into cowardice that should never occur.

Tzeentch's maniacal laughter is eternally fixed in every corner that the Well of Eternity and the Crystal Maze extend to. Although his phantom can run rampant in reality and subspace, his body is always there. Willingly subject to a greater chess game.

Nurgle stagnated in the Evergarden, no different from the Eldar goddess, but with a wider scope: under the watchful eye of the Germfather, the Emperor knew that the cauldron was more important than Nurgle himself.

As for the Prince of Pleasure…

Oh.

The Emperor despised Him.

He looked down upon Him.

Because... He has overcome Him.

It was a great humiliation that even Slaanesh himself never mentioned.

So, the Lord of Mankind knows very well.

They are gods.

But they are just gods, nothing more.

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+They are not worth fearing. +

+They are not invincible. +

+ I knew this long ago, before I saw them in the cleft of Molech. +

+ For this, I would also like to thank you, my Orpeson, my old friend. It was you who helped me realize this. It was you and that guy who helped me defeat the monster from subspace for the first time. I was protected from the threat in the world, and the entire human civilization was saved. +

+I owe you once. +

+ I have always been so grateful for your help. +

+Although you have long forgotten. +

+ But it would be a good thing for you to forget [it], remain ignorant like this, and go on living, my old friend Orpeson: this is my reward for you, reward you at the Tower of Babel selfless and heroic. +

+ Now, I am leaving. I am going to find my daughter and help her solve some small problems. +

+ I hope the guy on the back of her neck is braver than I thought: after all, the way he retreated when the two of us last fought was really impressive. +

+The Prince of Pleasure...+

+Hehehehe...+

Lucy smiled and grabbed the one-meter-long strong-brained cat in her hand, which had already fainted under her caress. She turned around and gradually disappeared into the shadow of the Dawn Goddess.

It's night.

It's time to return to my daughter.

…

Hopefully she's prepared a midnight snack.