fragments.

Fragments of soul.

A fragment of the soul of a Primarch.

Even looking at the entire galaxy, this is a treasure that is enough to start plunder and war. It is enough to make dozens of galaxies swept by war. It is enough to make hundreds of generals and governors dead, or even more: a continuous fleet.

, groups of aliens, or elite Astartes veterans who have been invincible for hundreds of years, like moths drawn to the flame, falling into unknown corners.

It has such boundless charm and value, because it is part of the original body of the gene, and it has the breath of those demigods walking in the world: even just a trace is enough to eclipse everything in the world.

It is enough to cause disaster, become a hero, or create a legend: it possesses such power and nobility that it can enjoy the worship of any individual or organization.

But now, this priceless treasure is just a fruit curled up in the palm of the Spider Queen, exuding a delicious smell.

It's an apple, nothing more.

apple.

This is what Morgan wants.

In her palm, this flawless fruit exudes a silvery false light. It is almost transparent, allowing people to clearly see the juice and soul wrapped in it, which are as floating as bubbles. These nutritious and invisible things are

The things wandering in the sea of ​​souls are like the joyful waves under the brilliant sunshine, reflecting a kind of mouth-watering beauty.

This fruit is not big, just as big as half a mortal's hand, but it contains enough power to satisfy and greedy the Lord of the Second Legion: after all, the part of the soul of a powerful primarch is as little as he has left.

His last bit of humanity, as well as some of the "useless" memories in his decades of life, were all easily usurped by Morgan, and they were condensed into this wonderful forbidden fruit.

Morgan grabbed the fruit, inspected it carefully, and then swallowed it without any further hesitation.

The sharp fangs pierced the invisible and weak shell, and the suction force from between the lips and teeth sucked away the juice in the first moment, tasting it with relish as a necessary pre-dinner etiquette for the next step of gluttony.

The most delicious soul in the universe slowly fell into Morgan's stomach along with her greed. In this way, the sweet spring water nourished the dry land that had been ravaged by the evil god, bringing enough food to satisfy the most hungry people.

It is enough to satisfy thirsty greed temporarily, and it is enough to make even the most pessimistic heart feel hope for the future.

strength.

The power to make people happy.

The power to make people feel joy and joy.

The fragment named Heydrich had completely collapsed the moment he saw his body. This memory fragment based on self-deception had no resistance at all in the face of the bloody reality. This actually helped

The Spider Queen is eating.

When Morgan nibbled on this delicious power, the last bit of guilt in her mind disappeared, because what was in her mouth at this time was no longer her blood relative, but a miserable mess.

Objects, casually abandoned in the shadows by their owners.

…

Maybe she's deceiving herself too?

Never mind, who cares.

She doesn't care.

Morgan told herself this, and then she felt the wonderful feeling of power permeating every fiber of her soul.

This made Morgan narrow her eyes and fell into a moment of enjoyment and comfort: as she continued to experience emotions, various new emotions took root and sprouted in her heart little by little, making the originally cold spider

The Queen was finally able to experience a hint of the colorful world, and the rugged valley in her heart finally became smoother with a slope visible to the naked eye.

Whether it was anger, sadness, or heartfelt happiness that happened at this moment, Morgan was finally able to understand what they meant. She was finally able to have a vivid memory and understanding of these emotions, instead of treating them as

Cold data, take it out when necessary and then put it back.

Of course, this is not enough, far from it.

There are still too many feelings that she cannot understand and recognize, and there are too many emptiness, hunger, and confusion that are rampant in her heart and chest, and they surround those three gods that cannot be provoked.

Next to him, Morgan is always reminded.

Maybe she looks very comfortable and chic now, maybe her appearance of being like a fish in water next to Zhuang Sen or Horus is indeed enviable: but this is only temporary enjoyment, just false power, her ordinary life is built on

In the strange balance where those powerful beings have temporarily ceased to exist.

Her genetic father is busy with this great and patchwork expedition, busy building a ten thousand year foundation in a hundred years, and he will not have more time to devote to himself.

Correspondingly, those powerful evil gods are also lurking, silent, and waiting for the moment when the curtain officially rises: she can even guess that when her genetic father's career is at its peak,

Just when everything seems to be on track, that's when the worst gods take action.

After all, nothing would bring greater joy to these abominable creatures who have been bored in eternity than to shoot down the noonday sun.

The real war will officially start at that time. It will be a purgatory thousands of times more terrifying than the Great Crusade and the Randan War: At a certain moment in her life, Morgan clearly realized this. She knew that she

The dream of her genetic father will encounter the most terrifying challenge and subversion in the entire galaxy, and her destiny will face a real choice at that moment.

It will be a cold winter, a war that can sweep across the entire galaxy and completely collapse all worlds and friendships.

Morgan saw it coming.

She was afraid of it, obsessed with it, and felt a kind of contradiction between fear and joy: it was her catastrophe, and it was also her only chance.

Only when the most terrifying beasts are facing each other can a lynx like her have the possibility to fill her belly.

But before that, she must become stronger, very powerful.

Become enough to survive the fighting of the giant beasts: she knows how difficult this task is, and she also knows that before those terrifying giant beasts bite each other, she and her blood relatives, those who seem to be the only ones in the world

, the unbeatable Primarch will be the only chess pieces in the hands of both sides.

This is the reality brought about by the absolute gap in strength. Morgan finally admitted this in the face of the facts he witnessed time and time again.

When she saw that she, Zhuang Sen and Vulcan had joined forces and tried their best to gain even half the upper hand, Emperor Ran Dan only received one blow in front of her genetic father, and fell on the weak point.

When it roars into ashes and disappears into smoke.

When she saw that her powerful psychic brother Magnus, one of the top five terrifying figures in the galaxy, was being played with like an ignorant child in front of the abominable will that called himself "The Changer", even she herself

When his memories were randomly distorted, and even his own soul was cut off in advance.

When she saw that existence that no one in the world could understand, recognize, or even truly face, they were wrangling, robbing, and fighting in her mind in an unscrupulous way to monopolize her will and destiny.

When the earth showed her the most horrific and depraved things in the galaxy.

Morgan knew very well that she had to break out of this terrible trap: this is not extravagant hope, nor ambition, this is an extreme command brought by biological instinct and fear, which became her from the moment it was born.

The first order that needs to be executed in life.

She never forgot this.

She has been silently calculating the progress of the Great Expedition all the time, calculating how long it is until the precious and only opportunity.

She is... getting stronger all the time.

She must become stronger, become stronger.

Under the veil of fear, greed, plunder and disguise, she must become stronger than ever.

She did not hesitate to become stronger. Without disturbing those terrifying beings, she tore apart all pity and weakness with her own hands, looking for ways to make herself stronger.

Never stop for a moment.

She thought so, and then slowly swallowed the last bite of the silver apple.

The power is coming.

——————

And when those strange but surging forces involuntarily poured into Morgan's mind, she was shocked before she could tame and integrate everything new.

Not a serious impact.

That is a memory, a memory that exists deep in Heydrich's soul: this memory is something that was born earlier than his consciousness. In other words, I am afraid that the blond beast himself does not know that he has this memory.

In his memory, Morgan relied on Heydrich's body: it was an extremely weak and twisted body, as if it had undergone countless transformations and experiments for some arrogant purpose.

This even made Morgan feel a little uncomfortable, but before the Spider Queen could adapt to all this, she was covered by a shadow.

That was a person, a silver-white person soaked in black.

He looked at Heydrich who was still in the training cabin and spoke, his voice a mixture of anger and emotion.

"This is a false dream that humans can never achieve."

He spoke, and Morgan recognized the voice's owner.

It's Horus.

This man, this figure with red eyes and a certain stench of death, is none other than the wolf-god: Horus.

……etc.

Is he really Horus?

Before Morgan's doubts could be answered, the tall figure in front of him started to move.

He only said these words, and then his anger swallowed up his reason, causing the Lord of the Moon Wolf to raise his fist.

Blow, break, hurt.
To be continued...