Johnson stood on the only flat land left in the arena, watching the mortal named Morgan slowly walk away.
He just looked at her, squinting his eyes, letting his green pupils shine with light of thought and bloodthirsty, like a well-fed lion, calmly looking at the huge herd of beasts coming and going in the rainy season.
He looked at her, at the scornful cunning man, the overestimating eight-clawed spider, the lazy cat eager to use trivial tricks to fight against the sharp teeth and claws, and watched her take the final step.
He entered the corridor with rapid steps and gradually disappeared from the end of his sight.
The Primarch of the First Legion closed his eyes and gave himself a very short rest.
Then, he turned around.
【Come out.】
The order echoed in the ruins, and as always, the order was not delayed for long.
Two figures soon slowly emerged from the shadows at the other end of the ruined arena. They were two Dark Angels who came into this private space from another secret door.
【Asmodeus.】
"At a Terran standard time, my lord, I am very sorry, but we cannot report to you the situation at that time."
After all, she is still a [casualty] now, a poor guy who has just undergone memory erasing surgery and can't help but get more injured.
【Not whether there is any problem.】
【No.】
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[He doesn’t have the brains or the character.]
【If you want to fight her, how many people do you need? 】
Coswayne was speechless for a moment.
As pitiful as she is.
But unfortunately, what they examined was nothing more than a scoop of water that Morgan scooped up from his own psychic ocean.
Her figure left a darker shadow on the black wall, dragging it all the way to the other end of the long corridor. The exhausted-looking lady just lowered her head, and chaotic spiritual energy surrounded her.
diffusion.
[Asmodeus, you have also seen the various performances of my sparring partner in the previous Terra Standard Time. Now, tell me what you think. 】
【Then……】
[And if she had served for the Luna Wolves, the situation would be better. Horus is a vain man who pursues publicity, and he prefers to use some superficial means. 】
"I am not as good as her, far inferior."
【And I am not surprised by this.】
How pitiful...
The Primarch first turned his attention to the think tank.
Finally, he raised his head.
[Not to mention that she is still wearing the identity of the Thousand Sons Legion, and she does have a certain use value. These are enough for me to tolerate her life before she officially commits stupidity. 】
[According to the information I obtained, my two blood brothers, Magnus and Perturabo, had contact with her on the Dawn Star, and the result was that Magnus personally appointed her as an advisor and also wrote
He wrote a letter of guarantee for her, and Perturabo served as the second guarantor.]
Zhuang Sen turned his head and looked at his heir.
Jonson's knees were bent at an angle that was not very comfortable anyway, and Morgan couldn't even touch the ground at that time, and her long riding boots could only sway randomly in mid-air, like a doll in the wind.
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But at the next moment, everything suddenly exploded, revealing a relaxed, bitter smile.
Before he could form new words, his genetic father just waved his hand and issued his order.
"……Yes."
Listening to Asmodeus walking away, Morgan showed a smile.
For people like Zhuang Sen, small actions behind his back are more hateful than those in front of him.
"But I can swear that every word in what I just said is what I think in my heart."
Johnson didn't reply.
This question caused the Dark Angel's think tank to start thinking very seriously, and the other two people present did not urge him. Asmodeus's lips continued to move slightly, spitting out vague calculations and considerations.
Jonson simply walked to the seat where Morgan was sitting just now and sat down as well. However, this seat specially prepared for the Astartes warriors was obviously not that suitable for the two guests one behind the other.
【What position did my brother give her?】
[I'm not sure about the logic behind this. I'm not sure whether Magnus saw her problem, but I'm more willing to believe that he didn't see it, and neither did Perturabo.]
[Just in case? Isn’t that what I’m doing now? 】
【How long have you been here.】
In the end, he maintained this sitting posture, as if everything was fine, with his back straight and exuding majesty.
[Very good, now, you need to go to the corridor, catch up with Hasfil and Alberin, and perform the necessary memory cleaning on my sparring partner. You can also bring other think tanks and anyone in this battleship.
Think tank, this is what I allow.】
The Primarch's brows frowned visibly. He seemed to want to get up, but when he saw that the two heirs had followed his steps and came here, one on the left and one on the right, Zhuang Sen's brows twisted again.
Some.
"You suspect...that this has something to do with Lord Magnus?"
[There is no one of my brothers standing behind her, but this does not prevent her from having problems. 】
[No, this is my problem. My training obviously timed out. Before that, I didn't expect it to take such a long time. 】
He thought for a while and looked at his heir again.
The Dark Angel's think tank naturally carried out operations and inspections according to this standard. They dug three feet into the [pond] belonging to Morgan and confirmed the safety of everything.
"If we talk about the mastery and use of psychic powers, and how to better control the balance between these powers and the backlash they bring, sir, I dare not hide anything from you."
Morgan was walking down the corridor, and she wasn't walking very fast.
"Five people, sir. I need at least five Terra think tanks with the same level as mine, as well as a dedicated anti-psionic team, with weapons that can temporarily confine space, and preparations to kill them all when necessary."
Coswayen felt it was difficult to breathe.
Asmodeus's eyes once again passed through Morgan's room, this time with a little appreciation.
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Johnson raised his head.
【Cows.】
"That mortal...is there any problem, my lord?"
This is the special thing about this heir of the Lion Prince: Although he is also born in Caliban, Coswayne has very unusually no connection with the Knights of Caliban, and has not been contaminated with more harsh culture. This makes
The Primarch had a special expectation for him.
[They were blinded by their own incredible stupidity and arrogance.]
But until he was led to Morgan's temporary room, everything was normal, so normal that it was... disappointing?
Asmodeus watched Morgan close the door and couldn't help but review everything in his mind: He brought half a dozen think tanks and performed this spell with great fanfare, accurately cleaning Morgan's memories of the past three Terra standards.
Then he brought her here.
【Why should we arrest.】
In the room, Morgan glanced at the pot of grape vines on the table that had just sprouted buds. She stretched out her hand and played with it slowly. Under the guidance of spiritual energy, the vine seemed to be alive, rubbing it in her palm.
With.
[But Magnus...]
The corners of Zhuang Sen's mouth curled up slightly.
"In the Terra standard time just now, her various performances in terms of grasping, using and balancing the spiritual energy were one of the most powerful and perfect cases I have ever seen, even those of the Thousand Sons
The psykers of the Legion may not be as good as her. Perhaps, only the Emperor, Lord Magnus, who is also a Primarch, and the legendary Lord Sealbearer can possess such a great spirit.
Can be gifted.”
"With all due respect, I have always thought that some of her moves and spells were impossible. Although she does seem to be hiding something, her inadvertent confidence, grasp and ease of use cannot be concealed."
"If it's a pure psychic duel and we have the upper hand, at least it's a head-on confrontation."
Johnson nodded.
Sometimes, she would like to get a cat.
"...Do you need me to bring someone to arrest her?"
[Then, lock her up just in case?]
"I can't guarantee it, sir, because [psionic power] and [stability] themselves are incompatible enemies."
【If you have any questions, report them immediately.】
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Facing the Dark Angels' psychic surgery, Morgan just chose a simple trick: Of course the Dark Angels would think that the surgery was successful, because Morgan himself had "hidden" all his memories.
He walked up quickly, bowed slightly to salute his genetic father, and stood aside. It was only then that the second soldier stepped forward.
They don't know this, and even if they knew it, they wouldn't choose to believe it. After all, pebbles at the bottom of the river cannot imagine the dangers of huge waves.
"My Lord."
"Five people and a small team are the minimum configuration. If we consider safety, then, sir, the safest way is for you to lead the team yourself and let us limit all possibilities of her escape and strive for a fatal blow.
"
【Rather, there must be something wrong with her.】
[Save her a room on the Indomitable Truth.]
"After all, she is a... problematic person."
"As long as we give them enough time, a stable external environment and the necessary reasons, they can do anything we imagine: destroy the Titan, ravage the fleet, or even bring an entire or more worlds with her.
Self-destruction due to thoughts.”
Zhuang Sen stood up, stuck his sword on the seat where he was, and walked in the center of the ruins of the arena with his hands empty.
The Dark Angel think tank nodded his head and searched carefully, but he had to confirm: these memories are real, and Morgan is really... unusually cooperative.
[Can you guarantee the accuracy of every word you say, Asmodeus?]
This order caused the think tank's expression to fall into a delicate state: his forehead wrinkled involuntarily due to memories, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows slowly gathered together, his mouth was pursed tightly, and the two
The corners of the mouth turned downward, allowing the facial features to slowly squeeze together.
The Primarch patted Zi Si on the shoulder and spoke in an almost instructive tone.
[If this person comes from the Thirteenth Legion, then I will think carefully about whether there is a little plan of my Ultramar brother behind her. 】
The Primarch called one of his descendants, a warrior with long black hair and one of the few experimental think tank members of the First Legion.
When he spoke, his voice was more like a sigh.
[Moreover, if it is for the sake of safety and custody...]
Zhuang Sen lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
The Primarch put his fingers against his lips, thinking about something. Finally, he nodded towards his think tank.
Incredibly smooth...
Coswayen waited quietly until he felt from the bottom of his heart that his genetic father seemed to have been thinking for too long.
Coswayen completely imprisoned himself under the pure black legion seal and hood. He saluted Jonson. It was just a normal etiquette, not the ancient ones that were popular and inherited among the Knights of Caliban.
Tradition.
"She is just like...like a monster, a monster that was born knowing how to use psychic powers to show off its power."
Coswayne could feel a cold sarcasm appearing on his genetic father's face.
In front of her, Asmodeus was leading the way, but 90% of the think tank's attention was focused on the too dangerous colleague behind her.
To put it simply, the spiritual world of ordinary people is like a pond, but the one belonging to the Astartes Think Tank may be larger, like a lake.
Asmodeus took the order and walked out quickly.
He just listened to his son's words, tilted his head, rubbed his long golden hair with one hand, and at the same time looked at the think tank in front of him. This veteran of the First Legion who came out of Terra was also the spiritual leader of the entire legion.
A person who is one of the best in terms of ability.
"Her power is completely at the level of [alaph]. Among psychics of this level, although very few can truly control their own power, once they do, their power will be extremely terrifying.
.”
This time, unlike the operation in the Sabis system, she did not touch the memory of Asmodeus or any Dark Angel think tank. On the Indomitable Truth, she did not want to take any risks yet.
In him, Jonson saw the possibility of bridging the too huge and obvious gap between the Calibans and the Terrans under his command. Although the bloodshed of the Randan War became more and more rampant, this possibility was also
It is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
[In this fleet, where is it more suitable to be detained than in my field of vision? And where is it safer than in the edge of my sword? 】
"Hmm...mortal senior advisor."
[Not a bad position, it just so happens that I also lack a mortal advisor in psychic matters, so I just borrowed her from my brother Magnus for a while. 】