Chapter 1 Preface

Author: The Tide of Crows

Chapter 1 Preface

【Morgan, my daughter.】

【You are a failure.】

【A thief, a disaster star.】

【A nightmare, a question.】

[People who feed on pain throughout their lives.]

【You will hate pain.】

【Dependence pain.】

【Control pain.】

【Finally…became pain.】

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"Since he is unwilling to be loyal to the Emperor, keep him silent."

"Yes, everything, his descendants and family, must be silent. Do I need to teach you by myself?"

The old voice was filled with dissatisfaction with incompetence and weakness.

Macado slowly walked through the thin gravel path, his steps slowly and solidly, holding the scepter tightly, buried his head under his worn hood, lowered his head and looked at the road.

People always use this title to refer to the empire's seal master.

Their tone always had fear and hatred, because the seemingly dying old man had signed countless deadly decrees, and every time his lips opened, thousands of lives would disappear from the land of Terra.

Those survivors whispered in the corner of the royal court, completely unaware of Makado's power, which made him clearly know every evaluation and slander he had received.

But he never cared about all this, especially when the Supreme voice was calling him.

At the end of the road, there was a bunker buried under the rocks. The warriors in golden armor stood on both sides without looking squinted.

He pushed open the door and walked in, and the whispers of the gods and the demons rushed towards him.

"Emperor...my lord."

Macado bent down deeply.

As the Imperial Seal Master, the status, power, arrogance and responsibility are worthless at this moment.

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The Lord of Terra, the Emperor, was frowning at this moment.

In front of him were two huge special cultivation warehouses that could not be understood by mortal thinking. The tall figure of Lord Terra was clearly reflected on it, vaguely obscuring the product.

Macado is 6500 years old, even among those immortals, this is a kind of qualification that is proud. Naturally, many of his emotions and memories have slowly worn out with the passage of time.

But when he really saw the [things] in the cabin that could not be described in words.

He felt...feared for a long time.

[All repair operations for experimental subject No. 2 can be declared failure, Makado.]

The emperor now looked like a scientist. He was wearing a brand new, over-length white protective suit, and took off his gloves with exhaustion and irritability, and threw them at his feet casually.

After a long time, his eyes staring at the cultivation warehouse marked with the [II] logo were removed. The emperor finally shook his head, with only regret and anger at the loss of a precious creation in his voice.

The seal holder did not speak. After working with the Lord of Terra for a long time, he had already generally understood the emperor's character and nature.

Terra's ruler, the emperor of mankind, and also the lord of Makado. He was never a good man or gentleman in the common sense. Countless years had long washed away almost all his emotions as a physical mortal.

Although his will is still unshakable, rather than becoming an irreversible fallen man like some immortal kind, when he takes firm steps and moves towards his goal, he will never care about the so-called casualties and morality.

When he poses ingenious acting skills and becomes a tired father and confidant, he will never let his thoughts change because of these ridiculous emotions.

To him, life is just a fallen leaf in the forest. He will cherish the lushness and future development of the entire forest, but will also saw down any towering ancient tree without hesitation.

How could those who can look at each other with the four gods be good people?

[I have to consider how to make up for my losses. The problem of the No. 2 individual cannot be solved by any means today. It is already difficult to achieve my predetermined goals.]

[I originally planned to make No. 1 the secret guard and general of the empire, and become a guard who will swing my sword to death, while No. 2 will become the second you, Makado.]

[I gave it the ability to explore and collect the unknown, give it the talent for psychic energy and governance, and those more fearful powers.]

[It should be worthy of my trust and trust, becoming the most greedy and hypocritical assistant, so as to soothe the roar and wildness of these twisted monsters I have created.]

[But now, I miscalculated it, and everything about number two needs to be pushed back.]

The Emperor walked in the room with some annoyance, his eyes circulating in the empty training compartment.

In the Morostar deal, the power he gained was enough to shape the twenty most powerful assistants, and although he knew not every one of them could succeed, failure did come a little too quickly.

He began to plan how to stop losses in time and how to make a failed product play its greatest value in a short period of time: even a ghost must serve the emperor's great cause and goals.

The failed Primarch II is not alone, because Primarch I was completed long before it, it is a powerful, heroic and perfect creation, and any existence appears to be eclipsed by its contrast.

Makado raised his head and just glanced at No. 2. In an instant, he understood what was the reason that made the emperor give up a gene primros with unlimited future.

The power, the power of the evil god, was lingering around the primordial body, and even the humblest psychics could clearly feel the richness.

As one of the greatest psychic venerables in the physical universe, Makado, the palm sealer, went a step further. He could feel extremely clearly that the power belonged to Tsengchi and Slaanes.

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If there is any existence in the Supreme Heaven that all challengers are most reluctant to face, it is undoubtedly Tsengqi: the Lord of Changes, the Lord of the Crystal Maze, and the chief designer of all tortuous destinies in the world.

How He was formed and how He casts unknown shadows in the history of countless races, these are no longer important.

He is there, His malice, enough to make all the challengers feel a kind of pressure from the deepest part of their hearts.

There have been countless powerful civilizations that have fallen into passing clouds with His laughter, and countless heroes have died because of His random thoughts. This distorted and planned master does not care about the past, the future, or even the victory. All he desires is the same wailing splashed when the fate of heroes and mortals is ups and downs.

Now, He was obviously eyeing the Emperor's plan, planning vicious plans in a long series of laughter, and he did more than one like that.

In the highest heaven, the breath of the youngest god, Slaane, also surrounded the emperor's eyes unbridledly. It was a bright provocation, declaration and advice. Prince of Joy was using this method to tell the Lord of Terra which one he longed for in this transaction.

Although the person who rose from the great destruction of the Spirits was too young and weak compared to those three ancient gods, no one doubted that the master of pleasure and all extreme emotions would become an unshakable part of the Supreme Heaven. He was stealing power from all things in the world by any means, allowing the Silver Palace of Joy to expand.

Now, the oldest gods and the youngest gods in the subspace are eyeing the unborn emperor's heirs at the same time, warning the emperor to fulfill the terms of the original transaction with them:

Half of the twenty gene descendants will be returned to the Supreme Heaven, to the subspace, and to the four gods of Chaos.

However, the Emperor did not want to fulfill it.

He will become an unfaithful dealer, a bad liar, and a ruthless crisis public relations.

He is good at this.

The Lord of Terra narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to deal with the offspring that he had abandoned early on with a more cost-effective manner. Three great ideas of the same sin revolved around this unborn life and strife with each other.

At the same time, the seal holder continued his observation.

This Second Primrome, its physiology has become an absolute female under the distortion of subspace power.

Compared to the strong brother in another training compartment, she looks slender, pale and thin, and the excessive nutrients promote her development and growth. Macado can see the silver-white hair and the faint blue pupils.

But from another perspective, in the ocean of spiritual energy and spirit, the sealer saw an extremely terrifying, indescribable, boundless behemoth.

The power of the Lord of Changes and the Prince of Pleasant surrounds this unborn child. Their whispers and temptations never stop for a moment, like sharp daggers, eroding her spirit and thoughts.

In the ocean of nothingness, the roar of the Lord of Changes had echoed. The palm printmaker saw the dark blue light constantly appearing in the distant sky. Eagles covered with fangs and sharp feathers rushed towards the sleeping gene primrose, and then turned into ashes in an instant because of the emperor's cold light.

The waves of subspace caused a stir with the will of the Lord of Changes. From the deepest void to the dome of the Holy Terra, Tsengchi's will was everywhere.

Makado retracted his spiritual consciousness, and even he had to be careful in this environment.

For the real universe, the gods in subspace are the most terrible plague, and even if they are infected with it, it will be enough to make the most experienced survivors unforgettable.

The emperor was still busy, his thinking was running at a meteor speed, and countless plans and plans were instantly raised by him, but he gave up in the blink of an eye. Makado saw a few words and felt cold all over. The words on it questioned the only conscience and morality he had left.

So, the sealer raised his head again. This time, his will changed angles in the void, ready to peek at the Prince of Joy's attitude and offensive towards this place.

If Tsengchi's corrosion to this primordial body has reached a point where the soul of the palm print master dared not stay for too long, then Slaanes' possessiveness for the emperor's daughter can be shown with a more obvious and direct outcome:

Makado, the palmister of the seal - perhaps the second person in the Galaxy psychic, second only to the Emperor, explored his spiritual consciousness and planned to have a glimpse of the mark left by the Prince of Joy on the Second Primrody.

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Then, he was shocked.

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Even the emperor's cold gaze could not dispel the mist left by the Prince of Joy. The charming smile and whispers had been deeply engraved into the body of the Second Primarch. The distance between her and Slaanes seemed to be only one kneeling, a carnival, or a real blasphemy.

The emperor was silent. His No. 2 work was still owned by him in the real universe, but in the highest heaven, Prince of Happy had already smiled and held her tightly. Only the Lord of Changes could tear this mastery.

But it would be too unprofitable to provoke a war with the Supreme Sky too early for this. He still needs time to shape more troops and facilities, complete his trump card, and complete a gamble across the Galaxy.

The Emperor began to think again, his thoughts as cold as a hibernating snake.

As time goes by, Lord Terra's eyes swayed back and forth in the two completed works. After a long thought, he finally made a decision that was not too difficult.
To be continued...