Morgan's views on his heirs and legions have always been simple.
That's [her thing].
It's just temporarily stored here in the empire.
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"Hector, I've seen him before."
"At that time, he was still aboard the [Eternal Crusade] of the Imperial Fist. He was following Lord Kailon. He was still a taciturn recruit. However, although he was not very talkative, he did have some strength. At that time
He was once a somewhat famous figure in the Seventh Legion's arena, and many Imperial Fists admired his combination of brutal strength and calm mind."
"He even fought against Sigismund."
【That black knight?】
"Yes, I was there."
Because she thinks it's not important.
Even if it involves her [children] and her [things].
At the very least, during these days, Salieri and Ajax would not feel the connection with the Primarch even if they stood in front of her. They were temporarily "shielded" by Morgan, and even after a while
, they will automatically forget about it.
Morgan stared at them. Inside were the memories of Salieri and Ajax. She breathed quietly, and everything disappeared.
[Hector...Second Legion...]
It was also at this time that she became aware of the existence of her [Sir], which was a pure spiritual sense and trace. She seemed to hear and see some tiny lives in another part of the galaxy.
As they moved, their joys, sorrows, joys, and lives and deaths were all clearly reflected in her mind.
Although she has been paying attention to them, like a leisurely rich man watching the fish in the pond, she has never met any of the characters of the Second Legion. She understands her children in a few words: the long qualifications
, alternative bravery, and the fragmented present.
She even only needs a thought to easily find out how many of her [descendants] there are now, and how many people they will become in the next moment.
During that period of drifting in the void, apart from daily control of the spacecraft, all she could do was read the knowledge in the spacecraft, or lean against the porthole and look at the endless darkness, or close her eyes,
Carefully explore the ocean of psychic energy.
In the end, under the guidance of instinct, the blessing of talent and cold calculation, Morgan wrote her early "past" with her own hands. Just waiting for the time to come, those Imperial people who conduct in-depth searches again will naturally find that they once had a close relationship with an original
Physical loss is a blessing in disguise.
When Morgan stood alone in the gray wind and began to meditate alone, the Dark Angel and even Ahriman had been forgotten by her.
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And this [opportunity] is now in her hands.
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When she saw this scene, she felt like she was holding a lot of coins in her hands, and some of them fell to the ground from the gaps between her fingertips.
But one person is different.
Morgan stretched out her fingers, and in those latitudes invisible to the naked eye, two strange flames were burning on her fingertips.
But that doesn't mean it can't be used by her.
Compared with her [descendants], they are nothing worth mentioning.
"What does it mean that their behavior violated the default rules? What rules?"
"Of course, so do I."
If it weren't for the slight hesitation and trembling when he turned around, maybe she would really think so.
She really needs a grip, a representative, a secret keeper who thinks she has a great mission. She cannot tolerate everything in the Legion continuing to be independent of her control in the next period of time: maybe she has never thought this way before.
But from the moment she saw her heir, this thought started like wildfire.
Such obsessions and thoughts burst out when she was wandering in the void, but the situation at that time did not allow this idea to go further. She huddled in a corner of the cold galaxy, using her spiritual senses
Witnessing the power exerted by her descendants fading away at the other end of the galaxy, some new beings joined her possessions, but some also gradually disappeared and never appeared again.
And this child named Hector may be a good breakthrough.
Now is not a good time to get to know them.
They belong to her, of course.
After all, she [loves] them.
Morgan was so convinced because when she saw that power, she also saw the twisted, ominous light all around.
Morgan raised her fingers again. This time, the psychic fire at her fingertips was particularly huge, and Hector's face was vaguely visible in it.
"It's me, I'm Zahariel."
But when Zahariel also turned around, Hector had returned to his original state. He maintained an unhurried pace and came to the Dark Angel to explain the important task at hand.
Such thoughts were somewhat self-defeating, but she knew she had no choice.
"They were once a great legion alongside us, but now they have split. They no longer operate as a whole, but have become a loose federation of several fleets with their own will and ideals as the core."
Regarding the prestigious Sigismund, Zahariel's attitude is actually not much different from that of ordinary Astartes newcomers: curiosity about fame, admiration for force, admiration for achievements, and the future
Infinite ambition to transcend it.
Her fingers were slender, but very thin, and they were the most obvious bones and flesh. Strange psychic flames burned on her fingertips, which made them look too bloated.
She [loves] them.
Then she should control everything about them.
For a moment, she really suspected that this was a special case among her descendants who didn't care about the Primarch.
Hector's performance was considered fast even among all the Astartes Morgan had seen: at the first moment, he was obviously stunned on the spot, and Morgan could even see him blinking continuously.
The eyes seem to be hoping to observe the fourth option from the multiple-choice question in front of them.
And when time gradually passed, she also temporarily lost the energy to watch them: her spaceship finally crashed in a feudal world that was neither advanced nor backward, using the supreme power of spiritual energy to control and modify those things.
It took her some time to regain consciousness of the prince, but she finally reshaped a false history in everyone's brains: the silver meteor falling from the sky, the baby adopted by the king, the gifted princess...
"Do you mortals call him that too?"
"I didn't even see clearly what happened. The Black Knight completed everything in an instant: he first fought with Hector several times, and then used an unimaginable method to deflect the hardest blow. Before anyone could react, Hector's backhand disrupted Hector's center of gravity, allowing him to drag himself to the ground with his own strength."
This is natural, no one can violate this, they are not qualified.
Morgan even had a premonition, a very strong and very real premonition: given time, when she truly controls her own power, when she stands with her [heir], she can even use the will in her mind Determines the survival of all [descendants].
"Hector lost decently. His strength and physical fitness are indeed impressive. Even veterans would have a hard time confronting the heavy blows that contain the most brutal power. But his combat experience and famous name Compared with the Black Knight, it is still too weak."
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She doesn't know and doesn't want to know.
But between the next leaps of thinking, this surprise was replaced by observation and speculation.
Zahariel wanted to say something more, but obviously his identity and responsibilities did not allow him to be so slack. The Dark Angel's company commander soon hurried to the center of the fortress under construction. He did not ask Morgan to accompany him. And Morgan didn't ask.
Zahariel took over the communication. On the other end of the communication was the company commander of the Terran veterans, who were observing the rather huge Mandeville Point.
Hector is the first [Son] Morgan has ever met.
"Yes, those [tusks]."
She wasn't sure if this was her own power, and she couldn't figure out whether her false [brothers] could do the same thing to their offspring.
After she completed all this and learned how to disguise herself as a mortal, the empire's fleet also came to this world. Under Morgan's control, they found no trace of the original body, but only carried a gifted alien. The gifted psyker left.
"It is said that Terra once considered letting them regroup and rush to the battlefield with Ran Dan, but this attempt ultimately failed, so [Witchcraft Killer] and his Eleventh Legion took their place. Now They are fighting in the galactic north."
She thought for a while, and the same dead thoughts flashed across her dead pupils.
In their memories, Morgan also found an individual named Chiron, so the same operation was performed again.
She has some regrets, that's all.
Thinking of this, Zahariel suddenly felt ironic about his arrogant ambition: he was not even a true Captain of the Dark Angels. If it weren't for the [Lion], he would have no time to take into account the differences between the Terra Faction and the Caliban Faction. , he will not become the leader of these recruits and become a [company commander] with an embarrassing position.
Dark Angel laughed.
"What...what did you say?
"What do you mean there's something wrong with their scale?"
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Thinking of Hector's face, Morgan smiled.
Then, he heard Morgan's low moan.
That is her [heir].
She [loves] her [children], and this is enough. They should belong to her. Maybe it doesn't seem like this now, but at that moment when everything comes to an end, at that time of choice, they should stand. behind her.
The meeting with Hector was unexpected. Morgan survived in the overlapping of the First Legion, suppressing her instincts and thoughts, and even forgot to observe her children and the Legion for a time, so when she saw the first legion standing in the distance,
When she saw Hector, although she recognized him instantly, she still felt a little surprised.
"For those of you psykers who are connected to the power of the subspace, he may indeed be an unknown existence. It is said that even the most experienced navigators have difficulty surviving in his fleet, let alone leading it."
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Of course, nothing is absolute.
How many years has it been since he officially became a Dark Angel? Maybe less than ten years.
That's her [thing].
[The Eleventh Legion is the purest original body and his descendants? 】
And what arrived with this force was the echo from the deepest part of Morgan's heart, which was the dirtiest, most direct, most domineering, and craziest [possessiveness].
But what is [love]?
Very early on, Morgan realized that she had a group of descendants: specifically, when she studied the spaceship piloted by the Word Bearers, carried her own cultivation capsule, and successfully left the Eldar-filled area.
When the corpse fell to the ground, she already had a strange feeling in the dark.
Zahariel's voice was filled with emotion, envy and endless yearning. It was the simplest admiration and hope of a new warrior for the long-famous battlefield crusher. He believed that no one would see the Black Knight's death.
After the battle, you can still feel calm as before.
"But it seemed to us that Sigismund just waved his sword casually and that was the end."
"The 244th Cruise Fleet has returned from Mandeville Point? That's good, then..."
But not now, now, she had to hide it.
No, they shouldn't be able to.
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But first, this requires more observation.
Morgan narrowed her eyes and observed her son carefully. She clearly remembered his appearance: his figure was too tall and majestic by Astartes standards, his green hair
His pupils shone with calmness and the slightest hope for the future, and his face was as sharp as an axe. His overly hard features condensed into a serious face, wrapped in a short silver-white hair.
It has some dignity.
She also didn't ask where the dark angels who disappeared in the camp went.
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That's not her power.
She didn't even worry about her own safety, because she knew how terrifying the existences in her mind were, and they would not let her die before they got what they wanted from her.
Morgan once again did not want to lose her mortal identity, a useful coat that allowed her to walk freely outside the most searing gazes, but she also knew in her heart that when she met her creator
, or when a mortal resume cannot bring more, she needs to abandon this identity.
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In the end, she withdrew her finger, not choosing to extinguish the child's memory.
Zahariel chimed in on the topic.
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"What do you mean...they are firing?"
"Hello? Hello? Please answer!"
"Hey Hey hey!"
Zahariel wanted to say something more, but at this time, the only sounds that penetrated his eardrums were the sounds of war and gunpowder smoke.