Chapter 184 Father, Daughter and Fear

It wasn't until their conversation lasted until a certain moment that the Lord of Humanity truly realized a problem:

Morgan, his daughter, his second creation, may be a little more troublesome than all her blood relatives.

She may not be a person who can be pleased and appeased by a single method.

It seems that it will be a very difficult task to crack open the thick shell of caution and hostility in her heart: it is so difficult that it exceeds all the previous imagination, planning and expectations of the Lord of Humanity.

And when the Lord of Humanity wants to understand this simple truth, he will discover another reality almost at the same time:

What he wanted to understand was that it was too late.

He was already standing in front of his only genetic daughter. In the darkness and colder light, he looked down at the lonely original body, like a statue of a god with no sorrow or joy, and the dazzling light from winter was gone.

Emotions are reflected on the faces of sad believers.

He had already seen wariness and fear on that beautiful and pale face: they were not human emotions, but a kind of small carnivore in the forest, which would only be revealed when facing a more terrifying and powerful beast.

The most instinctive intention is to withdraw.

That was not something that could be resolved with a few words: it was clear that his daughter had seen glimpses of the truth before his empire found her, and was tortured by it.

Torture created powerlessness, powerlessness prompted pain, and pain, as time passed slowly, produced a vicious fruit in her heart, making her indifferent and selfish, allowing her to use the state of mind of a beast,

To look at the cage of civilization.

Emotions were once a flail on her body, but now, she holds part of the flail that originally bound her in her hands, enduring the pain of the rough steel grinding her flesh, giving herself the ability to protect herself in the darkest void.

.

Emotion was once her gift.

But it became her bondage.

But now, emotion is her most trusted and relied-on weapon. She clings to this small amount of security in her heart and watches the silent Lord of Humanity from afar.

The Emperor did not act immediately. He just looked at Morgan, looking at her uneasy eyes hidden under the silver hair.

He might be able to erase these false emotions and let his light and heat slowly melt the ice of wariness, fear and distrust: it wouldn't be difficult.

But it takes time.

It takes a long time.

To accompany him, to give, to use countless practical actions to prove his sincerity, integrity and original intention, to use actions more profound than blood and steel to shoot down the fruits of evil.

For the emperor.

This is actually not difficult.

…

But he can't do it.

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He has no time left.

He never has time.

The patchwork hegemony, the patchwork plan and the empire full of contradictions are the best answers he can achieve in this mere century. He does not have the time to accompany each of his heirs.

, to become a father in the true sense.

Only a few people can wait for his love and time: Horus is the luckiest one, Vulkan gets another preferential treatment because of his specialness, and as for the remaining primarchs, they can get

Yes, it will only be a long conversation for a night, a box of gifts, or tolerance for a month.

For Morgan, and considering the importance of his only daughter in the heart of the Lord of Mankind, even one night is a ridiculous waste. He is destined not to stay with Morgan for too long.

, he doesn’t really need a grateful leader of the Second Legion.

Even speaking in a more utilitarian way: Even if Morgan resents him, what can he do?

His daughter knows the cruel truth of this world and the unbridgeable gap in strength between them: as long as this gap symbolizing strength still exists, Morgan will not have the heart or courage to challenge him.

Resentment is terrible, but resentment without power is nothing more than that.

As long as his power is still enough to make Morgan feel the horror of Annihilation, then the Lord of the Second Legion will be a smart man who can save him from worry.

This... seems good?

Such cold and heartless thoughts left a black trail in the heart of the Lord of Mankind, and were suppressed to the lowest level. When the emperor looked at his daughter's silver hair, he just sighed softly.

If he could have discovered Morgan earlier, or if he could have predicted all this earlier, then there might still be room for redemption:

But there are no ifs in reality. The real fact is that he discovered it too late.

This is not because the Lord of Man's thinking is dull and slow: he is certainly not such a fool.

This is simply because: the master of mankind has fallen into some kind of trap, some kind of wonderful cage called empiricism. Throughout the ages, countless great miracle workers have failed in this inconspicuous ravine, including even

The Emperor's former identity and appearance.

The Lord of Humanity also has experience in welcoming back the original body: on the surface, he has recovered fifteen descendants. Except for those who are more special, the process of his encounter with most of the descendants has been

are similar.

Maybe it will be a challenge from a stranger, maybe it will be a rescue from the sky, and more often, his descendants will feel his arrival, and they will know this encounter well: in the dry

In the desert, in the noisy royal court, on the steep mountain cliff, he would descend in front of them, reveal his true body in the golden light, and then introduce himself.

After he introduces himself, or even before, his children will bend down deeply, even kneel on the ground, put aside their usual pride, and call him "Father".

Then there would be a brisk conversation between them: in most cases, the first part of the conversation would be about the Primarch's home world, where he would admire the lovely little business his children had built,

And as a matter of course, he extended the topic to another place: the endless galaxy, and the truly great cause he created in the galaxy.

When the topic extends to this, soon the Human Empire will have a new Primarch, and the Emperor will also have a new heir, and another Astartes Legion will be summoned to fight with them

The genetic father completes a touching reunion, or dares to touch the heart.

This has always been the case, and this has even given the Emperor some path dependence.

It wasn't until he didn't hear the words "Father" that he took for granted that the Lord of Humanity truly realized:

This time, things don't seem quite right.

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[You look a little uneasy, my daughter, my Lord of the Second Legion.]

When Morgan's pupils flashed with unknown colors, the Emperor naturally captured this moment: in the perception of the Lord of Humanity, even the Primarchs, their every move, their demeanor and thoughts were too much.

Slowly and obviously.

The emperor's movements and words did not stop because of these resisting emotions. He slowly retracted his hand. In this simple action, countless emotions and tones flashed in his mind.

Preparing for his next words.

He stepped back, almost slowly, so that there was a safe distance between him and his daughter. He knew that this was what Morgan needed most right now: a sense of security.

The Emperor knows all this, he knows how to proceed, it is ancient knowledge to him.

[No need to be uneasy, no need to be afraid, my child, my power will only unleash my anger on the enemies of mankind, and you are my heir, my creation.]

The words of the Lord of Mankind swayed back and forth between the gentleness of his father and the strength of the monarch. He spent a lot of time grasping the attitude required in each sentence, and finally stayed at a point that satisfied him. He would

These hard-won words were used as bait, thrown at the daughter hiding in the shadows.

The effect is good.

When she realized that the situation could not remain so deadlocked, Morgan silently accepted the Emperor's kindness. After the Emperor took a step back, she leaned forward and calculated her steps carefully so that her body could

Emerge in the light of the Lord of Mankind.

【Father.】

she says.

This sentence is so serious that it can be regarded as a true obedience.

Morgan did not kneel down, nor did she bend over in an exaggerated manner. She followed a standard etiquette, and no one could raise any more questions. When she straightened her back again, her eyebrows were still lowered.

, without the coldness and majesty of the past, only a gaze symbolizing surrender and respect, emanating from the blue pupils, captured by the emperor.

The Lord of Mankind nodded.

When he saw his daughter showing an aura of peace because of this retreating compromise, letting her silver hair fall behind her ears, and revealing her complete pale face in the cold light of the Lord of Humanity,

He actually recalled some things, some things that happened thousands of years ago. The ancient fragments came back to his mind along with the long-lost memories, and gradually overlapped with the dimness and scene in front of him.

The emperor remembered: In an era that was not recorded in the oldest history books, when he was still a rude mortal, he walked through a dense forest at night and met a person under the faint moonlight.

uninvited guest.

It was a big cat, a lynx, or some extinct cat.

But that didn't matter: he met the creature under the moonlight. It was injured and roared defiantly at him. It was hidden in the shadows, only showing its furry face, full of beastly features.

Wariness and anxiety.

The more it barks, the more manic it becomes, the more restless it becomes and the less courage it has to attack: only the quiet big cats are dangerous big cats.
To be continued...