Morgan took a trip to Nucadia.

Let’s call it a trip.

She was still a little uneasy: even though her Ultramar blood relatives had repeatedly guaranteed the reliability of her envoys, and she did have different trust in Guilliman's guarantee than her other brothers.

But encouraged by her innate and increasingly spectacular cautious mentality, the Spider Queen still felt that only the clear truth she saw with her own eyes could dispel the uneasy feelings deep in her heart.

Under the control of this mentality, when the large fleets of Dawnbreakers and Ultramarines rushed to the edge of the Storm Star Territory, searching for the whereabouts of the Osiris psionic species at all costs, a force directly belonging to the Lord of the Second Legion

The small fleet, carrying a mortal envoy, quietly arrived at the galaxy where Nucadia is located.

The scale of this mission is very small. There are only a dozen envoys in total, a class of Dawnbreaker guards and a few small battleships. However, they are covered with the Spider Queen's psychic vision, allowing her to be as capable as possible.

Observe everything on Nukaidia.

Of course, the Primarch, who has a lot of things to do, cannot abandon her blood relatives and fleet, and go to an unknown edge galaxy just because of a ray of uneasiness in her heart: this mission is all she can do now.

Perhaps because they had had contact with the Ultramarines envoys before, the slave owners of Nucadia warmly entertained Morgan's envoy team and even held a grand gladiatorial banquet for which hundreds of lives were lost.

.

Although these overlords still avoided talking about joining the human empire, they showed great interest in the extravagant gifts carried by the envoys. In the friendship brought by these gifts, they led them without any hindrance.

Morgan's delegation visited every corner of their world.

In this way, through the psychic vision installed in each envoy, Morgan observed the world quite carefully. She even used a psyker in the envoy as a base station to release a ray of light all over Nucadia.

Large-scale exploration.

And the result is: nothing.

The slave owners did not lie. There was indeed no miraculous child who fell from the sky on Nukaidia, nor was there any person who was gifted enough to stir up troubles. The Spider Queen also did not discover anything of her own in the barren sands of this world.

The scent of blood relatives.

This made Morgan begin to doubt her instinctive perception. Could it be that her instinct was wrong? This had never happened before.

Or maybe she simply came too early? Maybe in the future, one of her blood relatives is destined to be connected with this world, but now...

He hasn't landed yet?

…

It's not impossible.

After a brief period of confusion, the Gene Queen could only give up. She still had too many things to think about and master, and could not invest more in the conjecture in front of her. However, despite this, the mission's own actions were still leading the way.

There will be some unexpected changes.

Although they have always been unwilling to join the system of the human empire, these cunning and intelligent slave owners on Nucadia still saw the power of this powerful regime during several visits to the empire, and they were not willing to compete with the empire.

The emperor's legions were at odds with each other, and they had heard of the bloody massacres that took place in the distant stars.

Therefore, when Morgan's envoy returned to the Primarch to submit a report on their work, they also brought a terrible gift of goodwill belonging to the Nucadian slave owner, as well as an ambiguous

The statement is full of inferior language traps and the art of lies.

The statement was taken by the Primarch to wipe the water stains on the side of the tea cup, but it was the gift that made her take a second look and quickly frowned.

In the words of those slave owners, this gift was the crystallization of their wisdom and culture.

…

[So, the crystallization of that group of slaves in charge of their society is called the Butcher’s Nail? 】

【I think I can already imagine what kind of society this is.】

During the break between work, when the Spider Queen had some free time, she took out this disgusting gift and threw it on the table in front of her.

Butcher's Nail: The history and sophistication of this creation are far more profound than the Primarch imagined. Although the Spider Queen scorned this bloody creation, she had to admit that this kind of creation was made of a large number of rope-like threads.

The psychic surgical implant composed of cables, like the long hair of a ghost, possessed a level of complexity and academic value that impressed her.

From this stupid gift, the Gene Queen may be able to learn a lot of knowledge, and may even take the opportunity to light up some research lines that have been blocked before: this is the only reason why Morgan can tolerate this creation.

After all, for the Spider Queen who likes to formulate strict plans and careful systems, this kind of thing used to create blood, madness and irreparable organizational collapse is the most annoying thing in the galaxy.

[Judging from the memory of my lost brother, this so-called butcher’s nail is most likely one of the derivative technologies used to control biochemical humans in the dark technological era: it’s just that in the era of crazy strife, this

This technology has been reversely applied to humans.]

The Spider Queen's psychic energy turned into invisible palms, playing with dozens of vicious cables in mid-air, while Virgo, who had long since recovered, stood beside her, recording this in her memory array.

Symbolizing an unknown ancient creation.

"Do you have any thoughts about this creation that need to be recorded, my lord?"

【There is one, very superficial.】

Morgan snorted softly as a response to the maid. She lazily sat on the soft couch, brought the butcher's nail closer, looked at the exquisite structure of the device, and sighed for the rough craftsmanship.

[Can you imagine that such a small creation can destroy one of the greatest scholars in an instant: as long as it is nailed into the brain, all emotions except anger can be erased. 】

[What’s more, this Butcher’s Nail from Nucadia is not even its most sophisticated version, it is just a crude imitation in the hands of slave owners: even I can’t imagine the peak state of this thing. , and what kind of pain and madness it will cause.】

[It even has a charm: every time I see it, it reminds me of the things I hate, and I would happily nail this thing into their minds.]

"Are you going to do this?"

【No, I have a better idea.】

[While I was sorting out the souls of the Eldar bastards who dared to attack me at the Yemenga Monolith, I unexpectedly obtained a complete piece of technology from Commorragh, and quickly restored it. .]

"Have you been able to completely restore Eldar technology?"

[No, because this technology itself does not belong to Comoros, it was just snatched by them and used as their own: it is most likely also a product of the dark technological age. 】

[This technique is called: Slaver's Chant. It is an unpopular technique even in Comoros. It is only spread among a few Dark Eldar people, and one of them is now in my belly. It’s inside.]

[Simply put, this is a technology specially created for sadism in high-level people. It can completely transfer the pain of one individual to other individuals through some kind of sensory interaction based on equipment: in the Blood Lingren Among the research disciplines, this is a primary technology, so it is not taken seriously by Comoros.】

"...What's the use of this technology?"

[According to the memory fragments of the Dark Eldar, when some high-level officials want to punish their subordinates who have made mistakes, they will install this technology on their subordinates, and change the identity of the pain recipient at any time, as well as blur the true victimization Who are they, so as to appreciate those faces that are distorted in waiting.】

[Of course, there are some high-level officials who just want to keep their brains awake to deal with various situations during body modification surgeries. When they refuse anesthesia, this kind of pain transfer is an excellent panacea. 】

"..."

"What a unique race."

Virgo blinked and remembered her creator's words.

"Is there any connection between this technology and the Butcher's Nail in your hand?"

[No, but I'm wondering if I can fuse them: Based on the Butcher's Nail, I can design a pair of nails with a master-slave relationship, so that the slave's nail can bear all the pain for the master's nail. 】

[Then, based on this technology, I can further promote other technologies for pain sensing, and finally use the harmless results to strengthen my legion. 】

"..."

"There is a question, sir."

"If the damage sustained by the Nail of Master is too severe, wouldn't it be easy for the bearer of the Nail of Servants to die of pain? This would be too wasteful."

【...makes sense.】

[Well, this is just an idea in itself. Just record it, my Aniya. When we really encounter a situation about the Butcher's Nails, you can remind me of related things and thoughts. 】

"Understood, sir."

After getting a firm answer, the Spider Queen stroked the maid's hair with satisfaction and rubbed her soft cheek. Although Virgo maintained an almost eternal indifference at the moment of birth, as her creator, Spider

The queen naturally has the power to make requests and take away her own maids.

The Butcher's Nail was thrown carelessly on the collection shelf aside. The Gene Queen stretched herself on the soft couch in a graceless manner, her hair disheveled, and looked at the maid who was making hot tea.

【Is there anything important you need to report recently, Anya?】

"There are a few, sir, but none of them are emergencies."

【Come one by one.】

"Okay, sir."

"First of all, Mr. Marshall, who is responsible for staying in the Avalon sector and overseeing the garrison military affairs, sent a message not long ago: He claimed that there seems to be some kind of existence in the Perditus system in the Gulgrad Protectorate area.

Hidden resistance strength, the residents there seem to be mentally controlled by some kind of existence, but they have not made any further rebellion."

【Is it very large?】

"Several companies may need to be dispatched."

[Then let him leave it alone for now. When I get back, I will personally take charge of the command.]

"clear."

"Article 2: It is reported that your genetic father has returned from the void southeast of Avalon. He is currently reorganizing his forces in the Salamas sector and is about to launch an expedition against the darkness outside the territory."

【Let him be.】

Morgan yawned lazily, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
To be continued...