Chapter 752 Fresh Ingredients

There is a saying.

You can't remember that the Emperor is a bastard only when he is fooling around.

For Morgan, this saying is as absolute as the truth.

For a certain Primarch who holds the power of Avalon, the best thing about this truth is that she has been using her painful personal experience to verify the applicability of the truth over and over again.

Every time she has a little contact with her Gene Father, the Lord of Humanity will dig out this insightful saying that the Spider Queen may have almost forgotten from the Primarch's mind with a gesture, and then slam it in her face with a bang.

This happens every time, without any delay.

If he can show such integrity and execution on other issues, then Lorgar and Magnus should be in their 50s or 60s now, right?

Morgan couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

But unfortunately, expecting the Emperor to do something to make the people around him breathe more easily is as difficult as ascending to heaven: Morgan had already realized this when she decided to take Lucy back to the Far Eastern Frontier instead of giving it to Horus as a favor.

Who would know her father better than the Spider Queen, who had helped the Emperor deal with almost ten troubles of all sizes?

Morgan could even write out the formula of the so-called [Human Emperor].

It is nothing more than:

Overall not being like a monarch.

Limited leading by example.

Compulsory showing off in public.

Tendency to be vague.

Theoretical foresight.

Universally focusing on one thing and losing another.

Long-term idleness.

Periodic wrongdoing.

Changeable affection for the child.

And fundamental ruthlessness and disloyalty.

Gather these, and then have a little more power, you can declare yourself the next Lord of Humanity: don't forget to bring the nutritional potion called human supremacy and anti-warpism on your hand, and take it regularly twice a day.

Don't worry about developing drug resistance: if one day you really feel that the alien civilization also has its amiable side, and it is not impossible to open the racial and cultural diversity national policy with the roar of the ancestral single-core engine, then the current Emperor will also be happy to give you his long-forgotten VIP card of the Comoros social venue.

If you are lucky, maybe you can still live to see some of the top socialites in Comoros who are obsessed with the former [Terra King Kong]: I hope you can live to become a fellow traveler with the Emperor.

What?

Although you hate aliens: but do you think there may be some good people in the warp?

That's great!

Your current level of thinking is enough to become a great gene primarch.

Are you interested in becoming the new master of the Thousand Sons Legion and Prospero?

Jonson and Leman Russ will welcome their new brother with enthusiasm.

[Heh...]

[So, many times, things are just that simple. ]

[But these mortals always like to think about them in a complicated way. ]

After witnessing her gene father in front of Conrad's exclusive refrigerator, she was silent for almost a minute, then raised his hand and slowly began to pick and choose: the Spider Queen felt that there was nothing else that could surprise her more tonight.

To be honest: her father actually carried such a plate full of bats into the water, and then swaggered into the kitchen behind the lounge?

Morgan: ...

To be honest, the Primarch was not sure whether the so-called uncanny valley effect would work for her old bastard father who had lived for tens of thousands of years: anyway, it was still a little useful for the Primarch himself.

The items that the Spider Queen allowed to be placed in the freezer were actually selected by her and Conrad: every piece of fresh food in the freezer, at least in terms of appearance, can be classified as a carbon-based organism.

As for those that don't quite fit the bill...

They are often mistaken by Lana and others as unknown invasive species and then eliminated.

They can't be blamed for this. The Spider Queen once accidentally took out a piece of something from her brother's abdomen that she didn't even know what it was: not to mention that the Primarch didn't know, the Commoran memoirs in the Primarch's mind didn't know either.

Even those Haemonculi who can put the demons of the Warp on their dissection tables and raise Chaos Eggs as family pets might be able to publish a few special journal articles on those things: at least there's no need to worry about academic funding for a thousand years.

Therefore, even the Spider Queen herself, who has been devoted to studying the internal physiological structure of the Primarch and even did not hesitate to operate on herself, has always kept a distance from Conrad's ice and snow treasure house: as for the things inside, they are more regarded as spare organs.

Anyway, Conrad himself has been looking forward to a good opportunity, a good opportunity for Guilliman or others to replace his stomach organ by chance.

After all, according to Morgan's research, the digestive system of the gene Primarchs seems to have a certain memory, and Midnight Haunter feels that he needs to let his dear blood brothers experience the various food memories of his childhood in Nostramo.

With Guilliman's love for the battlefield, Conrad feels that he is not completely without a chance.

But unfortunately, the dream of Midnight Ghost seemed to be shattered halfway: because the Spider Queen saw her great father muttering words like "bursting tripe" and slowly walked into the kitchen.

Then, it was half a Terra standard time that made the Spider Queen feel very uncomfortable.

Morgan crossed her legs and slumped in her seat in boredom. She wanted to leave but was a little worried. She wanted to call a star maid to chat with her to relieve her boredom, but she didn't want them to appear in front of the Emperor.

But the most important thing was: she really wanted to see where the Emperor's bottom line was.

After all, [Lucy] represented the crazy years that even the current Lord of Mankind chose to avoid talking about: just like a middle-aged tired bald chef who was working from 5 to 9 for his family might have been a promiscuous, drug-taking hippie gentleman thirty years ago, who knows how much the Emperor 30,000 years ago was a precious thing that trampled on the bottom line of mankind.

But on the other hand, such a precious thing did not fall into the warp, so there is a trick worth discussing: by carefully observing [Lucy]'s offline, Morgan may be able to infer how far she is from the fall of the warp?

The result, and then divided by the difference in strength between her and the Emperor, is almost the red line she needs to draw for herself: this is also the reason why the Primarch knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, but he still wanted to take this Emperor-level exile on board.

Of course, she didn't want to do anything.

If she really dared to refuse, the big fight from the Emperor would be fine, but the real problem is that with the Emperor's unfathomable moral bottom line, he would definitely do the routine operation of publicly stopping the war, but secretly throwing his exile on the Aurora.

To be honest: what's the difference between this and adding another kind of Chaos Corruption?

It is true that the Spider Queen's control over her flagship is almost absolute, but in front of the Emperor, anything that is not 100% is the same as zero: it is not just the Emperor who has this level, there are many people in the galaxy who can put sand in the eyes of the Primarch.

But the great singer Catherine, who has the chief captain Slaanesh, has the Lord of Change who is secretly worshipped by thousands of students and office clerks in private, and the kind father who just puts his claws on her pet, and the God of Blood who has always been low-key but has always been keen on giving money to the champion swordsmen of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

These infiltrations in the dark have not escaped the eyes of the Spider Queen from the beginning, but what can she do if she sees through them: the real conspiracy is swaggering, and the real infiltration is no exception.

The attitude of the four gods is very clear: they have more than 10,000 ways to infiltrate their power to various places in the Far East Frontier, and the Spider Queen actually has few choices.

Either Morgan bows his head and signs a legal certificate for the contamination of the Warp.

Or the Primarch needs to bite the bullet and resist to the end, sweeping through every area of ​​daily life that the Four Gods of the Warp deliberately targeted in order to clear the Chaos contamination with thunderous means, and personally smashing Avalon to pieces.

The answer is self-evident.

So, whether it is singers, students, pets, or champion swordsmen, they are all products that Morgan had to compromise after his previous struggles: the corruption of Chaos cannot be eradicated, and the Spider Queen can only leave a few openings to the Warp after several large-scale cleansings.

At least these legal Chaos contaminations are still under her surveillance.

On the other hand, just like her dear father planned to throw her out, provoke the four Chaos Gods to fight, destroy their unity, and make them have no time to care about other things, so as to protect the more important Primarchs in his heart.

Morgan was actually thinking of pulling a part of the Emperor, Lucy, to the Aurora, and then letting her fight with the four Chaos Gods, to curb the pollution of the warp to a certain extent, and thus protect the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Who doesn't know how to divert trouble?

Morgan laughed, and her mood finally got better. So she used her psychic power to pull the strong-brained cat beside her, who was particularly well-behaved and slept particularly soundly tonight, into her arms, and while stroking it, she absent-mindedly checked the harvest of her little patrol officer tonight.

Well, patrolling, seeing and hearing, dodging, thinking, and the Emperor...

...

Hmm?

The Primarch frowned.

[Wait...]

——————

[What do you mean you plan to build a palace for Cyrene on Holy Terra? 】

When the Lord of Humanity slowly returned to his daughter with a plate of roasted offal: The Emperor really didn't expect that Morgan's first words would be this?

+ Cyrene? +

He was even stunned for a moment before picking up the knife and fork beside him.

+ Do you care about this? +

[Hmm...]

Morgan nodded absentmindedly.

At this moment, the Spider Queen's attention was focused on the plate placed on the Emperor's knees.

[You...]

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Even Morgan hesitated when faced with this scene.

[You really...]

+ Really what? +

Lucy raised her head, and her innocent smile was enough to make the Primarch's hair stand on end.

Then, without giving Morgan any time to react, the Emperor quickly pointed to a piece of food with his fork in his hand: it looked like the taste that Conrad had been thinking about, and then he forked it in at once, the sizzling juice and the fresh heat rose up together, illuminating Lucy's face red.

Then, she smiled.

She ate it.

[……]

Morgan and others widened their eyes: even if Guilliman, naked, rode on Jonson and kissed Sanguinius in front of Horus, it would not give her a greater sense of shock.

[You…]

+ What about me? +

Lucy was chewing loudly.

But her laughter was even louder.

+ What's wrong with me? +

[……]

+ My silent daughter, you don't really think I want to eat those three-no products, do you? +

+ How long have they been frozen: I always like to eat only the freshest. +

Morgan quietly breathed a sigh of relief: but new confusion also followed.

[But these things...]

+Ah...+

Lucy grinned.

+This is not easy: there are no other ingredients in your kitchen. +

+But I am lucky. +

She picked up another piece of roasted liver and slowly swung it in front of Morgan.

+When I was hungry, I happened to find one of your daughters in the kitchen. +

+It's strange: did you really give her a heart made of meat? +

[...]

The next moment.

The entire Aurora was swallowed by an unprecedented warp roar.

——————

A certain guard chief who was concentrating on eating with his head down was caught off guard and plunged into the steaming red wine baked beef.

A certain Avalon art director who had just returned home from get off work was looking worriedly at the shaky collection on his display cabinet.

An immortal who had just found his daughter frowned and patted the back of his precious daughter who was eating cake and choked by the vibration.

A sleepy star maid suddenly popped out her pink-haired head from the quilt: soon, the heads of star maids popped out one after another from the same quilt, and the display screens in their hands flashed with light.

A red-helmeted dawnbreaker who was wiping his sword was horrified to find that the photo of his genetic father Magnus fell to the ground.

And a girl with long black hair and deep blue eyes, who seemed to be a high school student, raised her head and stirred the coffee in front of her as if nothing had happened.

+ What a grand opening ceremony? +

+ The cursed. +

After saying that, the white crow standing on her shoulder cried shrilly.

——————

+ She is really kind-hearted. +

+ She was obviously unhappy, but she still went all the way to find fresh ingredients for me. +

[……]

+ Otherwise, what do you think it was? +

Lucy smiled happily: completely ignoring the murderous intent on Morgan's face.

While eating delicious food, the Emperor did not forget to turn his eyes to the pile of documents on the left hand side of the Spider Queen.

+ What information are you looking at? +

[Badab. ]

The Primarch sneered.

[Perhaps you don't know that your beloved son Horus just rushed to the forefront of the Badab conflict three days ago: the Wolf God has claimed to be the mediator of this crisis and intends to invite both sides to peace talks. ]

[Malcador has agreed: Guilliman seems to be a little hesitant. ]

+ Didn't he contact you? +

[Horus contacted me. ]

+ Horus? +

The Emperor frowned.

+ What is he going to do? +

[How should I put it...]

Morgan laughed.

[Not only does your precious son intend to mediate the crisis in Badab, but he also intends to use this crisis to show the entire galaxy a plan he has just devised: according to the Wolf God himself, this plan can ensure permanent peace in the empire.]

+What is it? +

[It is called: the Imperial Federation.]