【Let me guess. 】
[As for what happened afterwards, as the person involved, you have nothing to say? ]
The Spider Queen's voice was less volatile than expected. When she raised her slender neck covered with sweat and tried to adapt to the darkness that was coming again, the determination in her heart was the Primarch's best friend.
The Dark Prince's endless chatter still echoed in the empty space beside his ears. His story may have lasted for several hours, and the topics he talked about ranged from the unrecordable past to the unforeseeable future: even the most exquisite historical documents of the human empire were worthless compared to the murmuring whispers of Slaanesh.
However, this intangible wealth ultimately failed to completely attract the Spider Queen: If it were a hundred years ago, the Dark Prince might have some chances. After all, Morgan at that time was still easy to fool, and was still a naive and cute little fool.
Foolish enough to believe the Emperor.
However, the learning efficiency and evolution speed of the Primarchs always exceed everyone's expectations, including themselves: especially when Morgan has his biological father behind him who is keen on using all kinds of methods and lies to constantly refresh his bottom line.
Over time, the Primarch inadvertently developed an attitude of steel: although the Spider Queen still despised her father on other issues, Morgan undoubtedly inherited the true meaning of the Emperor in terms of taking advantage of others and being ruthless.
Isn't this also a kind of emperor's love?
Even if she never thought so.
And even Morgan did not realize that: even just a dozen minutes ago, when Slaanesh's words delved into the truth of the universe and history, she would be deeply drawn into it, and even temporarily forgot how dangerous the area she was in was, and forgot the depth and malice around her.
But when Slaanesh's narration stopped, when the voice gradually faded into the distance, and when the Primarch's consciousness walked out of the endless history and secrets, the Queen of Avalon instantly regained her composure. She did not even give Slaanesh even a second to interfere.
Secret? History? Truth?
Well...that's about it.
generally.
Tightening the non-existent belt, an ancient sage's attitude began to spread in the heart of the Primarch, making the Dark Prince lying not far away start to wonder if he was dazzled: for a moment, Slaanesh actually saw a damn, sun-like brilliance on Morgan's body.
＋Do you still want to listen? ＋
【No.】
Slaanesh spoke tentatively, but the temptation thrown by Himself was quickly rejected by the Primarch: Morgan had completely come out of his previous obsession, and when his sober eyes returned to his pupils again, even the darkness around him had to retreat.
As the Primarch's breathing gradually returned to normal, even the golden flame in his palm seemed to gain new energy: the temperature began to rise again, the Primarch's face was dyed golden, and the Dark Prince's breath disappeared from Morgan's shoulder for the first time.
The Spider Queen laughed.
【From now on, you will be a party with vested interests. 】
【And stories like this are more accurate when told by a third party. 】
+ I don't think you can find a third party who is my equal in the galaxy. +
【That's my business.】
Morgan blinked his eyes to express his provocation to the evil god in front of him: when the Lord of the Silver Palace came face to face and wanted to further corrupt his target, the Primarch, who was not completely powerless to resist, was in turn carefully observing the evil god in front of him.
Although Morgan did not find any commendable opportunities, at least the Queen of Avalon took the opportunity to find out one thing: Slaanesh would not, did not want to, or was temporarily unable to take any tough measures regarding her issues, and the Dark Prince's steps at this time had to be limited to personal temptation and persuasion.
In that case, there is no need for Morgan to be particularly afraid of the Dark Prince.
Her only worry before was that when she led the main fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion to travel through the warp, the angry Dark Prince would stir up a storm, trap her and her fleet, and use time and other coercive means to force the Primarch to submit: now it seems that this is not going to happen at this stage.
so……
[What other methods and topics do you have that can attract me to continue standing here? ]
Morgan tilted her head, as pure and innocent as a young child. Her blue pupils stared directly into the narrow eyes of Sinister. When her eyes passed over Heydrich's unique, high cheekbones and thin cheeks, the Primarch still unconsciously clenched his fists.
She was not sure whether this was hatred or regret for Heydrich, or pure murderous intent towards the Prince of Darkness?
[If not: I should notify the Emperor to take me back. ]
The Primarch kept smiling.
This is a declarative sentence.
[I admit that you can certainly choose to take action now. With my strength, I cannot escape unscathed from you. But the price is that you will lose me forever, and the Emperor will do his best to ensure this.]
＋That’s true. ＋
After a long silence, the Dark Prince moved again, thousands of scales rustled in the darkness, and his gorgeous body was hidden behind his cold pupils: the evil god crouched down, staring at his beloved Primarch as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
＋But do you think: Is this the trump card that can make me afraid? ＋
Slaanesh's voice was vague, and it was hard to tell whether it was a simple inquiry, deliberate ambiguity, or hidden anger. Even Morgan's heart trembled for a moment, but she still restrained her body and expression: smiling was the most appropriate thing to do at this moment.
【certainly.】
The Primarch raised his head and chose to look at the Dark Prince calmly.
She spoke each word with certainty, the courage in her heart making the golden flame in her palm burn more fiercely than ever before: this time, not only Morgan's own face, but also the blurry face of the Dark Prince, the endless body that was as winding as Jörmungandr, and the seemingly endless and invulnerable darkness that tightly wrapped the former two, were also retreating in wailing.
The only voice in the air was the Primarch's.
【Because that’s the truth.】
Morgan spoke in a cold tone, and she looked at the Dark Prince with the most arrogant attitude.
【Salice.】
[Your love for me is my greatest weapon. ]
[And I swear: sooner or later, you will bleed because of it. ]
…
The hoarse and rampant laughter of the Chaos God made the whole world begin to collapse: this was not the extreme stiffness of anger, nor was it a mockery of the Primarch's overestimation of his own capabilities. On the contrary, the lazy and playful look that Slaanesh had originally given Morgan disappeared, and was replaced by something that the Primarch was more familiar with.
It was a silent, firm, and overbearing admiration, the pampered attitude of a child who, after seeing the treasures in his relatives' homes, would want to take them no matter what: it was the same light seen in the eyes of the God of War when the Primarch displayed his might on Nuceria.
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That is admiration: the determination to get it at all costs.
＋Morgan. ＋
Slaanesh bit his lips, and swallowed large chunks of flesh into his stomach, leaving only a bloody cheek: obviously, a hunger beyond the real universe was doubly torturing the Dark Prince's senses, and the more he wanted to grab the treasure in front of him, the more he couldn't do it, and the more pain he felt.
But He was still laughing: the laughter of the gods was so terrifying that the makeshift world before them could not withstand it and was beginning to collapse from the edges, but Slaanesh and Morgan were not affected at all.
＋I have also wondered if my love for you is truly unique. ＋
＋But you have proven that you are definitely worthy of my favor. ＋
+ I like you more: my only daughter who ran away from home. +
Slaanesh came closer, He had never been so close before, and had never shown such intense obsession and attention: the hair of the Lord of the Silver Palace was in front of Morgan in the blink of an eye, covering her like a shadow, and when the Primarch raised the flame mercilessly, even the painful burning could not make the god retreat immediately.
He lightly endured this burning sensation that felt like a natural enemy.
Slaanesh let the Emperor's flames sear the wound that was still bleeding, until half of his cheek became a bloody mess, until that face changed from Hedrich in Morgan's memory to an indescribable monster: when He finally retreated with Morgan's slightly nervous breathing, Slaanesh's lingering gaze was enough to be permanently engraved in the Spider Queen's heart.
The same is true of His voice.
＋Remember this moment, my love.＋
+ My patience will be extended again because of it, extended in my eyes, a tiny moment: your poor father can't stop me after all, if he is stupid enough not to realize this, then I don't mind letting him bleed for it. +
[I don't believe you can make my father bleed in the real universe.]
No matter what she really thought of this sentence in her heart, when the Spider Queen's face turned pale again, Morgan fought back without hesitation: but she did not receive the expected anger, but only the Dark Prince's smile.
That smile was exactly the same as the one Morgan had given a few minutes ago: Damn it, it was clearly Heydrich's face that He used!
No...that's not right...
Was it an illusion, or had she never realized this before: apart from the slight differences in appearance caused by gender, the Spider Queen and Heydrich had surprisingly similar faces.
Although there are more subtle differences in temperament and details, if you just look at it from a distance, it will bring a terrifying sense of familiarity: a feeling that even Morgan himself is a little hesitant.
【……】
No: this must be an illusion.
＋Sometimes, blindly denying reality will not bring any good results. ＋
Slaanesh's voice became weak, eroding all around like a sigh. He rolled his blurred body on the spot and lay on the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength: as if the fire just now had indeed caused him some damage.
The evil god raised her head and stared at the Primarch in a posture that looked very uncomfortable. Her pupils, which were even bigger than Morgan's, squirmed like worms in front of her. However, the Lord of Avalon did not retreat like she did last time. But her calmness made Slaanesh very happy.
The evil god licked his lips, and the sounds of chewing and swallowing followed.
He was hungrier: not for food, but a profane thirst for something far more holy.
＋But you are right about one thing. ＋
+My precious, at least at this moment I cannot fulfill my wish, and cannot bring you to the unique throne of the Silver Palace, so that you can sit with me and watch the wonderful part of the Great Game together: but I believe that this opportunity is not far away now. +
+And when it comes, you will never reject me. +
+Because I'll make you an offer no one can refuse. +
【Quote? 】
＋That’s right: a deal. ＋
When the Lord of Avalon reacted belatedly, she seemed to have one more reason to continue standing here: Or could she refuse to leave now?
Morgan couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, but the Dark Prince seized this opportunity: He turned over and sat up, with a more formal posture, allowing the Primarch to begin to weigh the necessity of this transaction in his mind.
＋To put it simply. ＋
+ I can promise that in the future war, I will not harm you, your country, or your legion: this will be an oath with the power of the warp, and the cost of breaking it will be enough to put me at an eternal disadvantage in the great game. +
【……】
＋But in contrast: I also hope you can help me accomplish something. ＋
+ Don't worry, if this goes through, you will be the biggest beneficiary. This is the offer I mentioned that you can't refuse. +
Morgan opened his mouth.
[You should know that you will tell the Emperor everything that follows, right? ]
+If you want? +
Slaanesh giggled, and her confident attitude made Morgan very uncomfortable.
＋Because now, I want to tell you a secret about becoming a god. ＋
+A secret that will allow you to lead your army to Holy Terra at the last moment of the war. +
+Then, at the moment when fate finally makes its move, you can use this secret I taught you to fundamentally undermine your father's plan and seize all power forever. +
+You can bind the destiny of the Lord of Humanity to yourself. +
+You can turn the last five minutes before midnight into your own kingdom. +
+ You can hold all of humanity's faith in the Emperor, as well as every subspace transmission that humanity will produce as a dominant civilization, in your own hands: by then, your power will be no different from the four of us, and you will become a player worthy of sitting at the table. +
+You will become a god. +
＋Not the god of nothingness and the unknown. ＋
＋Not the god of hatred and slavery.＋
+It is a brand new, third god and authority that you will master: it is the third Chaos Sanctuary that you will occupy after stealing the fate of the Lord of Humanity: it is another trophy after the due west and due south. +
＋Another crown. ＋
＋Another power. ＋
＋Another name of a god. ＋
+ A new God: One who can also exist and wait for you. +
＋The God of the End and Death.＋
——————
+Listen to my words, and you will eventually be crowned, and gain the power to end this great game before the end comes. +
＋And I will do everything in my power to ensure that this happens.＋
[As for what happened afterwards, as the person involved, you have nothing to say? ]
The Spider Queen's voice was less volatile than expected. When she raised her slender neck covered with sweat and tried to adapt to the darkness that was coming again, the determination in her heart was the Primarch's best friend.
The Dark Prince's endless chatter still echoed in the empty space beside his ears. His story may have lasted for several hours, and the topics he talked about ranged from the unrecordable past to the unforeseeable future: even the most exquisite historical documents of the human empire were worthless compared to the murmuring whispers of Slaanesh.
However, this intangible wealth ultimately failed to completely attract the Spider Queen: If it were a hundred years ago, the Dark Prince might have some chances. After all, Morgan at that time was still easy to fool, and was still a naive and cute little fool.
Foolish enough to believe the Emperor.
However, the learning efficiency and evolution speed of the Primarchs always exceed everyone's expectations, including themselves: especially when Morgan has his biological father behind him who is keen on using all kinds of methods and lies to constantly refresh his bottom line.
Over time, the Primarch inadvertently developed an attitude of steel: although the Spider Queen still despised her father on other issues, Morgan undoubtedly inherited the true meaning of the Emperor in terms of taking advantage of others and being ruthless.
Isn't this also a kind of emperor's love?
Even if she never thought so.
And even Morgan did not realize that: even just a dozen minutes ago, when Slaanesh's words delved into the truth of the universe and history, she would be deeply drawn into it, and even temporarily forgot how dangerous the area she was in was, and forgot the depth and malice around her.
But when Slaanesh's narration stopped, when the voice gradually faded into the distance, and when the Primarch's consciousness walked out of the endless history and secrets, the Queen of Avalon instantly regained her composure. She did not even give Slaanesh even a second to interfere.
Secret? History? Truth?
Well...that's about it.
generally.
Tightening the non-existent belt, an ancient sage's attitude began to spread in the heart of the Primarch, making the Dark Prince lying not far away start to wonder if he was dazzled: for a moment, Slaanesh actually saw a damn, sun-like brilliance on Morgan's body.
＋Do you still want to listen? ＋
【No.】
Slaanesh spoke tentatively, but the temptation thrown by Himself was quickly rejected by the Primarch: Morgan had completely come out of his previous obsession, and when his sober eyes returned to his pupils again, even the darkness around him had to retreat.
As the Primarch's breathing gradually returned to normal, even the golden flame in his palm seemed to gain new energy: the temperature began to rise again, the Primarch's face was dyed golden, and the Dark Prince's breath disappeared from Morgan's shoulder for the first time.
The Spider Queen laughed.
【From now on, you will be a party with vested interests. 】
【And stories like this are more accurate when told by a third party. 】
+ I don't think you can find a third party who is my equal in the galaxy. +
【That's my business.】
Morgan blinked his eyes to express his provocation to the evil god in front of him: when the Lord of the Silver Palace came face to face and wanted to further corrupt his target, the Primarch, who was not completely powerless to resist, was in turn carefully observing the evil god in front of him.
Although Morgan did not find any commendable opportunities, at least the Queen of Avalon took the opportunity to find out one thing: Slaanesh would not, did not want to, or was temporarily unable to take any tough measures regarding her issues, and the Dark Prince's steps at this time had to be limited to personal temptation and persuasion.
In that case, there is no need for Morgan to be particularly afraid of the Dark Prince.
Her only worry before was that when she led the main fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion to travel through the warp, the angry Dark Prince would stir up a storm, trap her and her fleet, and use time and other coercive means to force the Primarch to submit: now it seems that this is not going to happen at this stage.
so……
[What other methods and topics do you have that can attract me to continue standing here? ]
Morgan tilted her head, as pure and innocent as a young child. Her blue pupils stared directly into the narrow eyes of Sinister. When her eyes passed over Heydrich's unique, high cheekbones and thin cheeks, the Primarch still unconsciously clenched his fists.
She was not sure whether this was hatred or regret for Heydrich, or pure murderous intent towards the Prince of Darkness?
[If not: I should notify the Emperor to take me back. ]
The Primarch kept smiling.
This is a declarative sentence.
[I admit that you can certainly choose to take action now. With my strength, I cannot escape unscathed from you. But the price is that you will lose me forever, and the Emperor will do his best to ensure this.]
＋That’s true. ＋
After a long silence, the Dark Prince moved again, thousands of scales rustled in the darkness, and his gorgeous body was hidden behind his cold pupils: the evil god crouched down, staring at his beloved Primarch as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
＋But do you think: Is this the trump card that can make me afraid? ＋
Slaanesh's voice was vague, and it was hard to tell whether it was a simple inquiry, deliberate ambiguity, or hidden anger. Even Morgan's heart trembled for a moment, but she still restrained her body and expression: smiling was the most appropriate thing to do at this moment.
【certainly.】
The Primarch raised his head and chose to look at the Dark Prince calmly.
She spoke each word with certainty, the courage in her heart making the golden flame in her palm burn more fiercely than ever before: this time, not only Morgan's own face, but also the blurry face of the Dark Prince, the endless body that was as winding as Jörmungandr, and the seemingly endless and invulnerable darkness that tightly wrapped the former two, were also retreating in wailing.
The only voice in the air was the Primarch's.
【Because that’s the truth.】
Morgan spoke in a cold tone, and she looked at the Dark Prince with the most arrogant attitude.
【Salice.】
[Your love for me is my greatest weapon. ]
[And I swear: sooner or later, you will bleed because of it. ]
…
The hoarse and rampant laughter of the Chaos God made the whole world begin to collapse: this was not the extreme stiffness of anger, nor was it a mockery of the Primarch's overestimation of his own capabilities. On the contrary, the lazy and playful look that Slaanesh had originally given Morgan disappeared, and was replaced by something that the Primarch was more familiar with.
It was a silent, firm, and overbearing admiration, the pampered attitude of a child who, after seeing the treasures in his relatives' homes, would want to take them no matter what: it was the same light seen in the eyes of the God of War when the Primarch displayed his might on Nuceria.
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That is admiration: the determination to get it at all costs.
＋Morgan. ＋
Slaanesh bit his lips, and swallowed large chunks of flesh into his stomach, leaving only a bloody cheek: obviously, a hunger beyond the real universe was doubly torturing the Dark Prince's senses, and the more he wanted to grab the treasure in front of him, the more he couldn't do it, and the more pain he felt.
But He was still laughing: the laughter of the gods was so terrifying that the makeshift world before them could not withstand it and was beginning to collapse from the edges, but Slaanesh and Morgan were not affected at all.
＋I have also wondered if my love for you is truly unique. ＋
＋But you have proven that you are definitely worthy of my favor. ＋
+ I like you more: my only daughter who ran away from home. +
Slaanesh came closer, He had never been so close before, and had never shown such intense obsession and attention: the hair of the Lord of the Silver Palace was in front of Morgan in the blink of an eye, covering her like a shadow, and when the Primarch raised the flame mercilessly, even the painful burning could not make the god retreat immediately.
He lightly endured this burning sensation that felt like a natural enemy.
Slaanesh let the Emperor's flames sear the wound that was still bleeding, until half of his cheek became a bloody mess, until that face changed from Hedrich in Morgan's memory to an indescribable monster: when He finally retreated with Morgan's slightly nervous breathing, Slaanesh's lingering gaze was enough to be permanently engraved in the Spider Queen's heart.
The same is true of His voice.
＋Remember this moment, my love.＋
+ My patience will be extended again because of it, extended in my eyes, a tiny moment: your poor father can't stop me after all, if he is stupid enough not to realize this, then I don't mind letting him bleed for it. +
[I don't believe you can make my father bleed in the real universe.]
No matter what she really thought of this sentence in her heart, when the Spider Queen's face turned pale again, Morgan fought back without hesitation: but she did not receive the expected anger, but only the Dark Prince's smile.
That smile was exactly the same as the one Morgan had given a few minutes ago: Damn it, it was clearly Heydrich's face that He used!
No...that's not right...
Was it an illusion, or had she never realized this before: apart from the slight differences in appearance caused by gender, the Spider Queen and Heydrich had surprisingly similar faces.
Although there are more subtle differences in temperament and details, if you just look at it from a distance, it will bring a terrifying sense of familiarity: a feeling that even Morgan himself is a little hesitant.
【……】
No: this must be an illusion.
＋Sometimes, blindly denying reality will not bring any good results. ＋
Slaanesh's voice became weak, eroding all around like a sigh. He rolled his blurred body on the spot and lay on the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength: as if the fire just now had indeed caused him some damage.
The evil god raised her head and stared at the Primarch in a posture that looked very uncomfortable. Her pupils, which were even bigger than Morgan's, squirmed like worms in front of her. However, the Lord of Avalon did not retreat like she did last time. But her calmness made Slaanesh very happy.
The evil god licked his lips, and the sounds of chewing and swallowing followed.
He was hungrier: not for food, but a profane thirst for something far more holy.
＋But you are right about one thing. ＋
+My precious, at least at this moment I cannot fulfill my wish, and cannot bring you to the unique throne of the Silver Palace, so that you can sit with me and watch the wonderful part of the Great Game together: but I believe that this opportunity is not far away now. +
+And when it comes, you will never reject me. +
+Because I'll make you an offer no one can refuse. +
【Quote? 】
＋That’s right: a deal. ＋
When the Lord of Avalon reacted belatedly, she seemed to have one more reason to continue standing here: Or could she refuse to leave now?
Morgan couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, but the Dark Prince seized this opportunity: He turned over and sat up, with a more formal posture, allowing the Primarch to begin to weigh the necessity of this transaction in his mind.
＋To put it simply. ＋
+ I can promise that in the future war, I will not harm you, your country, or your legion: this will be an oath with the power of the warp, and the cost of breaking it will be enough to put me at an eternal disadvantage in the great game. +
【……】
＋But in contrast: I also hope you can help me accomplish something. ＋
+ Don't worry, if this goes through, you will be the biggest beneficiary. This is the offer I mentioned that you can't refuse. +
Morgan opened his mouth.
[You should know that you will tell the Emperor everything that follows, right? ]
+If you want? +
Slaanesh giggled, and her confident attitude made Morgan very uncomfortable.
＋Because now, I want to tell you a secret about becoming a god. ＋
+A secret that will allow you to lead your army to Holy Terra at the last moment of the war. +
+Then, at the moment when fate finally makes its move, you can use this secret I taught you to fundamentally undermine your father's plan and seize all power forever. +
+You can bind the destiny of the Lord of Humanity to yourself. +
+You can turn the last five minutes before midnight into your own kingdom. +
+ You can hold all of humanity's faith in the Emperor, as well as every subspace transmission that humanity will produce as a dominant civilization, in your own hands: by then, your power will be no different from the four of us, and you will become a player worthy of sitting at the table. +
+You will become a god. +
＋Not the god of nothingness and the unknown. ＋
＋Not the god of hatred and slavery.＋
+It is a brand new, third god and authority that you will master: it is the third Chaos Sanctuary that you will occupy after stealing the fate of the Lord of Humanity: it is another trophy after the due west and due south. +
＋Another crown. ＋
＋Another power. ＋
＋Another name of a god. ＋
+ A new God: One who can also exist and wait for you. +
＋The God of the End and Death.＋
——————
+Listen to my words, and you will eventually be crowned, and gain the power to end this great game before the end comes. +
＋And I will do everything in my power to ensure that this happens.＋
