[Morgan, my daughter. 】

You're a failure. 】

[A thief, a scourge.] 】

[A nightmare, a torture. 】

[A person who feeds on pain all his life. 】

You will hate pain. 】

[Dependence on pain. 】

"Domination of pain. 】

[Last...... Become miserable. 】

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"Since he is not willing to serve the emperor, let him be silent."

"Yes, everything, his heirs and family, must be silent, do you still need me to teach it myself?"

The old man's voice was filled with dissatisfaction with incompetence and weakness.

Machado walked slowly through the thin gravel path, his steps slow but solid, he clutched his scepter, buried his head under his worn hood, looked down at the road.

The Palm Seal of the Empire, people always refer to him by this title.

There was always fear and hatred in their tones, for the seemingly dying old man had signed countless deadly decrees, and with each opening of his lips, thousands of lives would disappear from the land of Terra.

The survivors whispered in the corners of the royal court, unaware that Machado's power made him aware of every comment and vilification he received.

But he never cared about all that, especially when the Supreme Voice called him.

At the end of the road, there was a bunker buried under the rocks, and warriors in gold armor stood on either side, not squinting.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, whispering from the gods and demons.

"The Emperor...... My lord. ”

Machado bent down deeply.

The status, power, arrogance and responsibility of being the master of the empire are all worthless at this moment.

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The Emperor, the Lord of Terra, is frowning at the moment.

In front of him were two massive, purpose-built incubators that could not be understood by mortal minds, and the tall figure of the Lord of Terra was clearly reflected on them, vaguely obscuring the products within.

Machado was 6,500 years old, a proud credential even among the eternals, and of course, many of his emotions and memories had worn away with the passage of time.

But when he really saw the [thing] in the cabin, which could not be described in words.

He felt it for the first time in a long time...... Fear.

[All repair efforts for Subject 2 can be declared a failure, Machado.] 】

The Emperor was now dressed as a scientist, and he wore a new, oversized white hazmat suit, and with a look of exhaustion and irritability, he took off his gloves and threw them at his feet.

After a long time, his eyes looked away from the incubator marked with the [II.] logo, and the Emperor finally shook his head, his voice filled with only regret and annoyance at the loss of a precious artifact.

The Bearer did not speak, and after working with the Lord of Terra for a long time, he had a general understanding of the Emperor's character and nature.

The ruler of Terra, the emperor of mankind, and the lord of Machado, he was never a good man and gentleman in the popular sense, and countless years have long washed away almost all of his emotions as a mortal in the flesh.

Although his will remains unshakable, and he will not become an irretrievable depravity like some of his immortal kind, when he takes firm steps towards the goal of his heart, he will not care about the so-called casualties and morals.

When he puts on exquisite acting skills and becomes a tired father and confidant, he will never let his mind change because of these ridiculous emotions.

Life is nothing but fallen leaves in the forest for him, and he will cherish the lushness and future development of the whole forest, but he will not hesitate to cut down any towering ancient tree.

Those who can look at the four gods are not good.

[I have to think about how to make up for my loss, the problem of Entity II cannot be solved by any means now, it is already difficult to accomplish the goal I set out. 】

[I originally planned to make One a Keeper and General of the Empire, a guard who would wield a sword for me to death, and Number Two would become the second you, Machado. 】

[I gave it the ability to explore and gather the unknown, the gift of psionic power and governance, and the more feared powers. 】

[It should have been more worthy of my trust and trust, to be the most greedy and hypocritical auxiliary, to soothe the roar and wildness of these twisted monsters I have created. 】

[But now, I've miscalculated, everything about Number Two needs to be pushed arest.] 】

The Emperor walked around the room with some boredom, his gaze looping through the empty training chambers.

In the Moro trade, he had gained enough power to shape twenty of the most powerful assistants, and although he knew that not every one of them would succeed, failure did come too quickly.

He began to plan how to stop the loss in time, how to make a failed product maximize its value in a short period of time: even if it is a ghost, it must serve the great cause and goal of the emperor.

The failed Primordial Two was not alone, for the Primordial One had been completed long before it, a powerful, heroic, and perfect creature that would palely any existence in its comparison.

Macator looked up, just one glance at Two, and he understood in an instant what had caused the Emperor to give up a promising genetic protoplasm.

Strength, the power of the evil gods, was haunting the primordial body, and the intensity of that intensity could be clearly felt by even the most humble psionics.

As one of the greatest psionic Venerables in the physical universe, Machador the Palm Seal went one step further, and he could clearly feel that the power belonged to Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

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If there is any being in the Supreme Heaven that all challengers are least willing to face, it is undoubtedly Tzeentch: the Lord of Change, the master of the Crystal Labyrinth, and the chief architect of all the twists and turns of fate in the world.

It no longer matters how He came to be, and how he cast ominous shadows over the history of countless races.

He was there, and His malice was enough to make all challengers feel a pressure from within.

Countless powerful civilizations have long been reduced to the blink of an eye with his laughter, and countless heroes have died because of his random thoughts, this twisted and scheming ruler does not care about the past, does not care about the future, does not even care about victory, he longs for only the same wail that the fate of heroes and mortals splashes when the ups and downs of mortals.

Now, he was clearly eyeing the Emperor's plans, hatching a vicious plan in a long line of laughter, and he was not the only one doing the same.

The breath of Slaanesh, the youngest god of the High Heavens, also unscrupulously enveloped the Emperor's eyes, a clear provocation and an exhortation, in which the Prince of Delight told the Lord of Terra which one he longed for in this bargain.

Although the one who rose from the Great Fall of the Spirit Race was too young and weak compared to the three ancient gods, no one doubted that the master of pleasure and all the ultimate emotions would become an unshakable part of the Supreme Heaven, and he would do whatever it took to steal power from the hands of all things in the world and expand the silver palace of pleasure.

Now, the oldest and youngest deities in the subspace are eyeing the unborn heir of the emperor at the same time, warning the emperor to fulfill the terms of his original deal with them:

Twenty genetic heirs, half of which will be attributed to the Supreme Heaven, to the subspace, and to the four gods of Chaos.

However, the emperor did not want to fulfill it.

He would be a disloyal trade partner, a nasty liar, a ruthless crisis PR.

He's good at it.

The Lord of Terra narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to deal with this heir who had been abandoned by him so early in a more cost-effective way, and three equally sinful great minds were intriguing with each other around this unborn being.

At the same time, the Palm Printmaker continued his observations.

This second primordial body, its physiology has become an absolute feminine under the distortion of the power of subspace.

She was slender, pale, and thin compared to her sturdy brother in the other pod, and the excess nutrients were fueling her development and growth, and Machado could see the silver-white hair and faint blue pupils.

But in another perspective, in the ocean of psionic and spiritual energy, the Palm Seal saw an incomparably terrifying, indescribable, boundless behemoth.

The power of the Lord of Change and the Prince of Pleasure surrounded the unborn child, and their whispers and temptations did not stop for a moment, like sharp daggers, eroding her spirit and thoughts.

In the sea of nothingness, the screams of the Lord of All Changes had already reverberate, and the Palm Printer saw the faint blue light constantly appearing in the distant sky, and the eagles full of fangs and sharp feathers swooped down on the sleeping genetic primordial, and in an instant they were reduced to ashes by the cold light of the Emperor.

The waves of subspace ripple with the will of the Lord of Change, from the deepest voids to the dome of Divine Terra, Tzeentch's will is everywhere.

Machado withdrew his senses, and even he had to be careful in this environment.

For the real universe, the gods of the subspace are the most terrible plagues, and even a little contamination is enough to make the most old survivors unforgettable.

The Emperor was still busy, his mind running at a meteoric pace, countless plans and schemes that he brought up in an instant, but gave up in the blink of an eye, Machado caught a glimpse of the words in them, and felt only cold all over, the words on them torturing what little conscience and morality he had left.

So, the Palm Seal raised his head again, and this time, his will changed angles in the void, ready to spy on the attitude and offensive of the Prince of Pleasure.

If Tzeentch's corrosion of this original form is deep enough for the soul of the palm seal to dare not stay for too long, then Slaanesh's possessiveness for the emperor's daughter can be shown in a more obvious and direct end:

Machado, the Palm Sealer, perhaps the second person in the galaxy after the Emperor, probed his senses to get a glimpse of the mark left by the Prince of Pleasure on the Second Primordial Body.

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Then he was stunned.

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Even the Emperor's cold gaze could not dispel the fog that Prince Pleasure had left behind, and the laughter and whispers had been seared into the body of the Second Primordial, and the distance between her and Slaanesh seemed to be only a prostration, a revelry, or a real blasphemy.

The Emperor was silent, his second work still belonged to him in the real universe, but in the High Heaven, the Prince of Joy had laughed and clenched her, and only the beak of the Lord of All Variations could tear through this grasp.

But it would be too cost-effective to start a war with the Supreme Heaven too soon, and he still needs time to build more troops and facilities, to complete his hole cards, and to complete a big gamble across the galaxy.

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

As time passed, the Lord of Terra's gaze swayed back and forth between the two works that had already been completed, and after a long period of thought, he finally made a decision that was not too difficult.

【Machado. 】

He woke up to the tool he trusted most.

[Look here. 】

The Emperor tapped on the chamber of Proto-One, and through the psionic lens, they could see that this near-perfect creature had its own problems.

Paranoia, loneliness, wildness, and stubborn arrogance are gifts from the power of the subspace, clinging to the soul of Primordial One like maggots to the bone.

[We should weaken it, remove these unstable subspace elements, at least some of them, I don't like to have such hidden dangers in my successful work.] 】

Makado rubbed his shoulders, his brain still aching from the impact of the god.

"My lord, this is a very risky plan."

"And most importantly, what do we do with the subspace components that have been removed?"

"They must be placed in a suitable environment, or these unique forces will one day come back against them."

[I don't need to remove them all, I just need to weaken them, I trust their will, and I will put loyalty and obedience into the genes of these creatures until the day I no longer need them. 】

As he spoke, the emperor rubbed his fingers together, and then his gaze turned to the failed work, his second son, whose pupils were colored like a tyrant looking at a scapegoat.

[And the place to deal with these evil thoughts, haven't we just obtained a ready-made?] 】

The emperor caressed the cold cabin, and he looked at his failed daughter with a different kind of relief in his eyes.

[Since she is already an irretrievable failure......]

[Then let's use as much waste as possible.] 】

[My daughter, my number two, my first failure.] 】

Morgan. 】