Chapter 198 How to Suppress Shocking Wisdom

Zosimus and Myrddin came together to see him.

Over the past dozens of Terran Standard Years, they have been the undisputed leaders among the hundreds of psykers in the Third Fleet.

Under their command, the Third Fleet, whose main purpose was psychic energy, did not rise to such a powerful force, but it still successfully maintained its only remaining elite force in the waves of the Great Expedition.

momentum, and a relatively complete inheritance.

These two outstanding psychic masters are not ignorant newcomers. Like most of the Dawnbreakers, they are elite veterans who have fought all the way from Holy Terra and have fought in hundreds of war-torn worlds.

and on battleships, killing in the name of humanity and the Emperor.

But despite this, when they faced their genetic mother, the various behaviors and demeanor they displayed were still no different from those of the new blood.

"Mother."

With two hesitant and tentative salutes, Morgan slowly opened his eyes, briefly glanced at the two seemingly unremarkable heirs in front of him, and then nodded.

After seeing that they did not disturb the contemplative Gene Mother, the two psychic masters breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. The short-term fear faded away, and their faces became visibly happy.

Yes, joyful.

Of course I will be happy.

Although it was less than ten Terran hours since their first official meeting, this did not prevent these Terran veterans who had been fighting for more than a hundred years from using their own experiences and observations to figure out their own original body, and secretly

Create an image of her in my mind.

The Master of Psionics knows that not all Primarchs will bring complete benefit to his Legion: having an Archangel of Baal or a Wolf-Wanderer of Cthunia is indeed a good thing, but

If his original body is the Olympian who can gently spit out the eleventh killing order, or the blond beast that has disappeared...

Then we can only admit defeat, right?

After all, that is the Primarch, their father and master, a figure they are destined to believe in and obey. Just letting the thought of resisting such a figure quietly pass through their hearts is enough to make the most determined Ah

The Stat warriors felt truly horrified.

But fortunately, they are not those poor unlucky ones: they have a primarch worth looking forward to, the only genetic mother in all legions, just like the dawn behind the majestic mountains, welcoming and rejecting, and finally slowly slowly

The earth illuminates their faces, bringing hope and possibility out of the darkness.

When I think about the hope symbolized by those long-lost lights, when I think about those dark years that seem to be gone forever, and when I think about the fact that at this moment, their Primarch, the Lord of their Legions, is sitting on their side.

In front of me, there is a silent call for the bonds and connections that come from blood and genes.

So, how can we not feel joyful, happy, and rejoicing?

Just like this, in this natural joy, the two psychic masters looked at their genetic mother cheerfully but respectfully, waiting for the will of Her Highness the Witch.

Yes, witch.

In the eyes of the two psykers, Morgan naturally did not look like the goddess of victory. In front of these subspace scholars, she showed another style: one that symbolized profound wisdom, powerful spells and infinity.

The strange charm of mysticism, the arrogance and calmness that can hold thousands of creatures in another world in your hands and slowly play with them.

In the eyes of psykers, their genetic mother is erratic, just like the looming mist in the deep forest under the moon. It is close in front of you, but it seems to be far away in the horizon, making people unable to figure it out.

.

She seemed to be sitting in front of them, but also seemed to be separated from them by an abyss, a hazy riddle. In front of the majesty brought by the shadowy mystery, they could get a glimpse of the mother of genes.

Her face is exquisite, with an almost unreal charm, as if she is a doll made by a skilled craftsman, rather than a naturally formed flesh and blood. She wears a suit covered with strange symbols.

The color of Wen's long skirt is a light blue that is almost frosty white, and the pleated skirt corners cover the pure black boot tips.

Her figure was very thin, so thin that she seemed not to be a Primarch, but a somewhat tall mortal. Her seemingly fragile shoulders were wrapped in an indigo hooded cloak, completely covering her back and

On most of her arms, she wore a well-fitting witch's hat. The brim of the hat in front was pulled down, covering her pupils and the tip of her nose, revealing only dark side hair and a faint smile, which seemed to be telling a story.

Everything that every scholar dreams of.

She held a staff, which was a sacred object formed by ghosts and wisdom. Countless bright light balls were like fireflies in the summer night, surrounding this great creation, exuding a power that made them envious and fearful.

This is Morgan, this is their genetic mother, this is the great lord they will follow in the future, an all-powerful witch who stands proudly in the kingdom of psychic energy and magic.

This is what Morgan looks like in their eyes. The two weathered psychic masters got the same answer and certainty from looking at each other: no matter what images the other battle brothers told, at this moment, they

What they saw with their own eyes was the true appearance of their genetic mother.

It is an honor for them and a silent testament to the special place they hold in the heart of the genetic mother.

They believed it so deeply.

Just like every Dawnbreaker.

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【So, have you chosen it? 】

Morgan leaned on his seat and looked at his two heirs, somewhat looking forward to their next answers.

Before she went to the Unyielding Truth, Morgan gave the two leaders of the psyker faction a mission:

She needs something, something that can give her a deep understanding of the Third Fleet, that is, the entire psyker faction, a unique existence that can symbolize and represent these think tanks and potential think tanks: it can be a book, a paragraph

Words, even a silent movement or a past battle, she didn't care what it looked like on the outside, she just wanted to see what kind of things these psychic babies could show her.

To be honest, Morgan had actually done a lot of psychological planning. She had imagined that she could see some weird things. After all, the Third Fleet, like the Thousand Sons Legion she had been with, was a pure group of psykers, and

The amazing wisdom that Magnus and his descendants performed in front of Morgan is still shaking the weak heart of the Lord of the Second Legion.

Therefore, when Zosimus and Myrddin respectfully presented an old book, to be honest, Morgan was a little surprised.

She took a serious look at her two psychic masters: they were wearing the silver armor commonly used by the Dawnbreakers, with hoods on their heads, and their faces were ordinary, but they looked weathered, and their long swords, bolters and scrolls were covered with

The ties hung on both sides of their waists, telling the story of the wonderful combination of being a psyker and a warrior.

From the appearance point of view, they are actually no more different from ordinary think tanks, which is also a characteristic of the Dawnbreakers.

In the Second Corps, there is an atmosphere of democracy based on pragmatism. The right to speak of senior officers is not absolute. They must always respect the valuable experience and suggestions of grassroots backbones and veterans, because these seemingly

Inconspicuous soldiers often have strong strength and rich experience, but the almost unique indifference to fame and fortune of Morgan's sons makes them not want to pursue higher positions, but choose to shine in the positions they think are most suitable.

fever.

Therefore, the sense of class within the Second Army is not strict. Unless it is at a critical moment in the war, the difference between high-ranking officers and ordinary soldiers is not obvious, and this sense of similarity is also reflected in their appearance.

: In addition to the necessary symbols of position and those medals of honor, the Sons of Morgan rarely decorate their armor with more things. Their simple philosophy of pragmatism is reflected in all aspects of the legion, even for a long time.

Division and separation have not erased this collective identity.

Morgan knew this very well, and she had no intention of changing it: this alternative kind of intimacy between officers and soldiers was in line with the Queen of Dawn's plans for her children. She was happy to see the Second Legion become an integrated group.

It is conducive to the unity and strength of the legion.

And this is the issue that Morgan is most concerned about now.

Since the Second Legion's loyalty to herself is cause for optimism, what she needs to focus on most now is how to make this Legion stronger: after all, since the Second Legion is already her strength, then they should

To be stronger, more united, and more capable of displaying strength and fanaticism is in line with Morgan's requirements for them, and in line with Morgan's own interests.

therefore……

Morgan opened the book and read it very carefully, carefully understanding everything between the lines.

Morgan is extremely serious and even dedicated on how to make the Second Legion stronger. This selfish lady regards the Dawnbreakers as her private property and part of her own strength. Therefore,

She decided to nurture them as she cherished herself, just like a stingy and greedy manor owner who carefully took care of every inch of his farmland.

Morgan read quickly and carefully. She picked out some of the most representative chapters in the book, understanding its meaning and the stories behind it. After making a few marks, the Lord of the Legion raised his head.

, looked at his two psychic masters.

【This is... a poem?】

"Yes, mother."

"This is a collection of poems."

"It is also a record and summary of various psychic spells in the legion."

【...Give me a demonstration.】

"clear."

Zosimus nodded, and then he and Myrddin each took a few steps back, came to the open field, stood opposite each other, and slowly drew out their respective swords.

The next moment, with the cold steel biting each other in the air, a wonderful duel began between the psychic masters. Their skills were not much worse than those of the top figures of other legions, but

This was not the focus of Morgan's observation.

The Lord of the Second Legion soon discovered that as the duel unfolded, the two psychic masters seemed to be chanting some kind of melody or some kind of poem in a low voice. Their pace and skills became more and more intense with this chanting.

Their efforts turned into rare and beautiful skills, and with the change and advancement of the melody, lightning, flames and unbearable cold began to dance around them, joining the increasingly exciting scene.

during the battle.

It would not take a moment for a simple sword fight to turn into a series of performances of countless spiritual powers. The poems flowing from the lips, teeth and hearts contain enough power for the Thousand Sons warriors to appreciate them.

It turned into violent winds and flames that could destroy armies, responding to the call of the two psychic masters.

Morgan watched the scene quietly, and at a certain moment, she clapped her hands.
To be continued...