First meeting

When the projection of the "Indomitable Truth" appeared in front of Morgan's eyes, she was making final preparations.

Invisible waves rolled in the ocean of souls, roaring or calming with her orders. The psychic will spread out like a spider web. Morgan arrogantly occupied the center of his mind, running the layout he had laid out with his thinking and control.

The little kingdom that rose up.

There are some of the tiniest points of light shining on the details of the spider web, and that is where Morgan should occasionally stop his eyes: Hector, Luther, or Zahariel.

These characters are like seeds that have just been planted for Morgan. The role they will play in the future is worthy of her investment or help.

For example, when Hector walks out of the Dark Angel's operating room, he will be pleasantly surprised to find that although he no longer remembers the events of the Sabis Galaxy, those who recognized and traveled with the Mother of Genes

The fragments were still clearly preserved in his mind.

And near these faint points of light, there are those more dazzling individuals, some targets that are more worthy of her taking seriously: Magnus, Perturabo, and Ahriman, they either have her

A power that must be kept in awe at all times, or it may temporarily occupy a more important position in her plan.

Thinking of this, Morgan's eyes glanced at her only gift, which was a plant petri dish made of glass. You could already see the green buds breaking through the soil bit by bit under the ripening of spiritual energy.

Protect, breathe the same imprisoned air.

Morgan's thoughts stayed on this new life for a short while, and then returned to her own spider web. The first thing that caught her eyes was the individual that shone brighter than Ahriman and other light spots: it

It was almost unique, entrenched in the core of the spider web just a few steps away from Morgan, waiting for her inspection at any time.

This is by far the most important individual, and even if Morgan doesn't always check it, that still doesn't overshadow its own importance.

After all, it is Morgan [himself].

The silver-haired lady chuckled. She stretched out a corner of her consciousness and clicked on this brightest existence.

The light spot shook for a while, and after a while, it began to gradually grow larger, took on a general outline, grew a head and limbs, and became no different from a normal human being.

It was only then that the light covering the individual gradually disappeared, revealing its original image: long black hair decorated with golden objects, scattered on the furry coat, covering the long pointed ears, and the

A pair of equally cunning golden pupils.

She has a plump figure and wraps her arrogance in a black and gold queen's dress. Her fingers are protected by pure gold claws, which are dotted with dark green poison and the purple blood of the victim.

This is a queen, a queen who looks even more extravagant and extraordinary than Morgan herself. She sits on her own kingdom and naturally squanders everything her people have to satisfy her own desires.

Morgan laughed. She leaned on the chair, crossed her legs, supported her upper body with one arm, and watched the queen in front of her who was doing the same thing as herself.

【How are you doing, Semiramis?】

"Everything goes well and is developing according to your plan."

She, or rather Queen Semiramis, spoke, and her voice was more irresistibly arrogant and arbitrary than Morgan's.

[Ah, I think they are a little bit stupider than I thought... Have those Dark Angels come? 】

"The two Terran Standards left just a few months ago. According to your instructions, I let them explore the part of the secret that they should know. Indeed, as you said, when they find some clues, they can't wait to break the casserole.

Ask to the end.”

【After all, secrets are the soul of the Dark Angel.】

[These tips of the iceberg are enough for my brother to notice that something is wrong, but such subtle errors are not worth worrying about. After all, he must trust his own eyes more than intelligence.]

[And when he uses his own eyes to confirm something, this information will in turn become a wedge for the next step.]

"...Have you never considered the possibility of failure?"

[Of course I have considered it. I think about the consequences and direction after failure all the time, but so what? 】

[Even the worst case scenario is that my brother saw through my identity and dragged the scarred me in front of my father to let him decide my next fate.]

[After all, none of my brothers will execute a Primarch privately without an order, at least not yet, they dare not.]

[And my father, at this time, he will not easily kill a Primarch, even if I have been judged as a failure. 】

[After all, for my father, now I neither pose a fundamental threat to his plan, nor have I been squeezed out of the last value. In addition, those guys are staring at me all the time, and he is also not sure about it.

What else can my mind do?]

【So, what's the worst case scenario?】

[I returned to the empire in a state of embarrassment, and was assigned to my own legion, fighting and running for his cause, and then waiting for that moment. 】

【The moment that made my father rise to the challenge.】

[Or if my father is under house arrest, he will most likely not do this because such an approach is too wasteful and will distract his energy. 】

[Look, the worst-case scenario is nothing more than this, so what’s there to worry about? When I first gained self-awareness, I had already seen scenes a thousand times worse than this situation. It can even be said that I have already seen it.

The worst scenes in the galaxy.]

【As long as you stand at the bottom, no matter how big a setback you are, it can be considered a success.】

[Or...do you have better suggestions?]

Morgan's gaze, accompanied by a deep laugh, hit Semiramis's face, but the latter just followed Morgan's example and raised his legs and tilted his head.

"Don't think of me as a think tank, Morgan. I don't have that ability or wisdom. I'm just a remnant of your soul, running on the instructions you left. My only additional role is to be your mirror, allowing you to talk.

Voice of the heart.”

【yes……】

Morgan lightly snapped her fingers, and Semiramis's face changed into another look. She blew another breath, and everything returned to the starting point.

【After all, you are me.】

[It is just the remnant soul of a thought that I left behind in order to control that world. Although I have been strengthening your power, the essence cannot be changed. 】

As Morgan sighed, Semiramis turned into a wisp of fragments and merged into her thoughts. Then, she waved her hand, and the pure black queen appeared again, as graceful as ever.

Luxurious.

【I feel powerless in your thinking, maybe you need a helper?】

"Sometimes it does get a little tiring. Those mortals can't keep up with my thinking at all. Although I don't worry about their overestimating ideas, many of our plans and changes are progressing slowly because of this."

Morgan stretched out his hand, peeled off a thin strand from the sea of ​​his mind, kneaded it into a ball of light, and slowly grew a cocoon.

[It will take some time before she is born. Maybe I should think of a name for her. How about Zenobia? Or Cleopatra? 】

"Those things that don't matter, maybe you should pay attention to more important things. What happened to you, you may need a new mirror. After all, I can't cross the sea of ​​​​stars to listen to your words anytime, anywhere. Such consumption and

The movements are really too big and will make those top psykers feel that something is wrong."

【You are right about this.】

"It's not me, it's you. This is the message you left before going to Ran Dan's front line. I'm just responsible for saying it at this point in time, and there is a more important sentence next."

"You haven't forgotten your purpose, right?"

Morgan did not answer. She just took a deep breath again, and once again breathed Semiramis into her soul, peeling off the side of her that was a mirror. The next second, a new light appeared.

The dough took shape in her hands.

When Semiramis appeared again, she felt a pleasant lightness.

"What are you going to call this newcomer as the mirror?"

【Atalanta, how about it?】

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I have not forgotten my purpose.

I have never forgotten it.

[Lion] has never been my goal. He is too cautious, powerful and rational. The confrontation with him will evolve into a terrible disaster that cannot be predicted and controlled. His soul is bitter and difficult to swallow, and it is also for me now.

A pointless, poisonous thing.

He is not Magnus, nor is he Perturabo, he is much stronger than these guys who are full of holes.

He cannot become prey, he can only be approached, but it is difficult to be bewitched.

However, he can be a [springboard].

My premonitions, my instincts, and the broken fragments all told me that one of the Primarchs would leave the stage of the Great Crusade forever.

His soul and everything will become a feast, a true gluttonous feast. The fragments of Magnus's soul cannot compare with it and are completely worth mentioning.

He will [die].

Then it becomes my meal.

And since he was a Primarch, his death sentence must contain the Emperor's will.

So who in this empire will be sent by the emperor to carry out the real [death sentence]?

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[The lion] will become a knife and fork.

My knife and fork.

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To be continued...