Storm.

A storm.

Morgan's eyes were tightly closed, she felt a little nauseous, a little tired, and the fishy blood rushed to her throat, and she had to keep swallowing again and again, pressing them all down.

Still, she could feel the fishy breath running between her mouths, and she could feel a trace of cold blood gushing out of the corners of her mouth and slowly running down her cheeks.

But Morgan didn't care anymore, she was steadying her mind, thinking carefully about the current situation, she seemed to open her eyes, but there was only pure darkness in front of her, she seemed to move her limbs, but she still couldn't move even an inch away.

Faced with this predicament, Morgan calmed down, she quickly remembered that she had experienced the same thing, and with the memories and experiences to follow, a little panic was quickly calmed down.

She began to think, began to recall, began to analyze the eerie storm.

It was an unremarkable galaxy that didn't even have its own name, and the Indomitable Truth, which belonged to the First Legion, made a small stop and reorganization when it passed through here with more than a hundred warships, waiting for another fleet.

And it was at this time that Morgan sensed something: she felt some kind of strange psionic aura in a dead world of this galaxy, and in curiosity, after applying to Johnson, she took Zaharel and about a hundred dark angels, to this dead world.

The truth is soon revealed: this world was once an outpost and laboratory belonging to the Ancient Psionic Empire, but the experiment was abruptly halted by a catastrophe, leaving only the psionic test subject.

But just as Morgan approached it, the storm struck.

In an instant, the entire galaxy seemed to be plunged into subspace, and a hurricane composed of pure aether particles and unknown malice swept through the entire fleet in the blink of an eye, and the communicator was suddenly filled with the chaotic cries of countless captains and high-ranking knights, and this noise only stayed in Morgan's ears for a second: because in the next second, the entire dead world was completely enveloped by the subspace storm, and they could no longer receive any information from the outside world.

Fortunately, the small battleship was lucky enough to escape this catastrophe because it was docked in low-earth orbit, and after waiting for almost nine Terra standard hours, the storm that was so frenzied that even Morgan could not grasp it came to an abrupt moment, leaving only the incomparably clean starry sky after the hurricane.

The Dark Angels returned to their small ship and turned it on, and to their astonishment, they found that the scene before them had long since changed: both the Grand Fleet of the First Legion and the nameless galaxy had vanished, and all that appeared before their eyes was the ever-changing distorted colors.

The Star Whisperers on the ship confirmed again and again, and even Morgan himself took action, and finally one thing was certain: they were in subspace.

This dead world was swept directly into the ocean of subspace in the storm, and as for why the barrier between this world and subspace is so fragile, perhaps only those spirits who have turned to ashes know the answer.

Regardless, after a brief discussion between Morgan and Zaharel, they came to the conclusion that they must leave the subspace immediately, determine their place in the real universe, and then return to the Legion.

Morgan was even more anxious than Zaharel and any of the Dark Angels, much to the surprise of Johnson's knights.

Of course, they were destined to fail to guess the real reason, and could only allow some scattered inferences to pass through the Legion's exchanges.

Morgan, on the other hand, doesn't care.

——————

In order to catch the feast brought by the death of an original body, Morgan came to the army of dark angels, and he continued to be born and died in this war, diligently.

And in the intervals, her instincts were telling her more and more clearly that the day of the feast was drawing nearer, and that a once-glorious primordial was now suffering death on the other side of the galaxy for his hypocrisy, his sin, his cowardice, and his submission.

It would be a big joke if she missed the feast because of this unbelievable storm.

She had to hurry back, no matter who was holding her back, and whatever it was.

——————

For Morgan, subspace is not a land of oppression, in fact, the power she can exert here may be ten times the limit of her in the real universe.

In this world where there are no rules, no time, and no right or wrong, the only thing Morgan needs to contend with is his own stupidity and recklessness, and the only thing he needs to fear is his own arrogance and greed.

After all, she's not Magnus.

But despite this, as if the arrival of spring had awakened the dusty ice river, in this world full of supreme power, Morgan's sea of soul was instinctively awakened, and all kinds of memories and fragments swept in like a harsh wind, and finally after the genetic prototype chose to sleep, wrapped her, and came to a familiar place again.

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Grey room.

Staggered pipes.

Culture chamber.

A tall figure, wrapped in a pure golden light.

Familiar scenes, familiar elements, familiar feelings.

Morgan tried to move her limbs, and then unsurprisingly found herself trapped in a small body, like an experience a long time ago, and she was witnessing a past she didn't know existed in some kind of immersive way.

So, when she saw the tall golden figure approaching, she simply gave up struggling and thinking, and instead listened, watched, and recorded quietly, and she was sure that every scene she saw would help her in the future.

She saw the golden figure, her Creator, the Creator of all her sufferings and struggles, the Emperor, as they would call him, with fear, love, and ambition.

And at the Emperor's side, she saw the somewhat gaunt figure that Morgan remembered by name: Machado, the Bearer of the Seals, the de facto steward of the Holy Terra, whose fame reverberated through the myriad worlds of the Empire, and was always associated with courtesy, gloom, and terrible exploitation.

But at this time, he was only the most humble servant, standing by like a student seeking knowledge, listening to the emperor's words without sorrow or joy.

[We succeeded, Machado, a whole twenty groups, one no more, one no less. 】

[Unfortunately, not all of them meet my expectations, some of them have obvious problems and shortcomings, and our remedies are only remedial measures, and cannot fundamentally solve them. 】

The Emperor stood there, in the center of the room, staring around the pod after pod as a blacksmith arrogantly admiring the sword he had made, and only when he saw an individual did his gaze linger longer, flashing with more relentless colors and light.

[You know, Machado, there are some failures, or rather, inferior products, and they don't live up to my expectations. 】

[No. 2...... And ......]

[Eleven.] 】

[They are two of the least qualified, and I even doubt that they will be able to complete the tasks I have given me and not let me down.] 】

Machado seemed to sigh, or rather he was simply standing there, his voice full of worry and human weakness.

"Still, my lord, I don't think it would be a good idea to modify them more, especially Eleven, we're almost going against the true nature of the protogeno, my lord, this is going to be wrong."

If we are only afraid of problems, then we can't do anything, Machado. 】

[Psionic may be an irreversible trend, but that doesn't mean we can be completely obedient to Him, in fact, Machado, my friend, you know, in my heart, if humans can get rid of the curse of psionics, that is a truly beautiful path, but I also know how faint the possibility of this path is. 】

[We may never be able to embark on that path, but we can try, we can leave a necessary means to deal with the slightest possibility of the future, so, I let Eleven take on this responsibility, he will build his own epic in the real universe, absolute reason and calculation is my gift. 】

"Absolute reason is not a pure good thing, my lord, sacrifice and devotion depend on the sensual flame that burns in the heart, so that they can sustain the light of courage to accomplish one miracle after another."

"But reason is different, my lord, and at the end of reason it is not a human being, but a beast through and through."

"Moreover, at the level of the original body, we can't create untouchables the day after tomorrow, my lord, we are just opportunistic."

"We portrayed Eleven as an untouchable, but we all knew that he couldn't be an untouchable, and that's a fundamental refutation."

[The refutation does not prevent him from exerting his strength and making his contribution to a truly great cause.] 】

[Machado, my friend. 】

[This is not only an attempt, but also a set of comparisons, and it is also a small experiment that will ease some of the doubts in my mind. 】

For a long time, we have lived at the foot of this unresting ocean, and the future and tranquility of our race depend on the tranquility of the sea itself, and even the beasts of the sea will be regarded as divine individuals and worshipped as undeserved. 】

[But now, Machado, I will answer this question, I will devise new ideas, and I will erase the doubts in my mind: can we abandon the life on land, grow the scales and gills of a fish, and become a creature of the ocean through and through, and will this evolutionary choice be friendly to our race?] 】

[Whether we are successful enough, whether we need to care about new things, whether we will be swallowed by the giants of the sea, these are the most important questions, and I can also tell you, my friend, I do not want this path to be the choice of mankind. 】

[The other way of thinking is more desperate and realistic, my friend, I don't want to hide this thought, because I wonder if if we leave the ocean and go to the deepest part of the interior, and become a people who have nothing to do with the sea, will we be able to continue and prosper?] 】

[So, I reformed them, No. 2 and No. 11, one completely embraced the power and curse of the ocean, while the other completely distanced themselves from the ocean, and even became the curse of the ocean. 】

[It's an experiment, machado, an expensive experiment, but I have a way of making it worth the money.] 】

[And what they have to do is to accept their names and identities, bear their mission and suffering, and then pay some price for all that is greater, that's all.] 】

[It's not difficult. 】

——————

The arrogant golden beast raised its head and slowly left the room, his servant following him closely, continuing to brew a full belly of ideas...... Or a conspiracy.

Morgan watched his back, just quietly, watching him fade away, and then a black wave swept over her consciousness for a split second, making her vision fade from the room.

Her mind was quiet, plain, and the names that had once been able to kindle the minimum flame in her heart, such as "Failure", could no longer give her more anger.

Morgan didn't hate the emperor, she didn't hate the person who caused her suffering, after all, she didn't even have feelings about [hatred], how could she hate someone.

But this does not mean that Morgan has decided to become his creator in the future, in the future Morgan speculates, she will meet the emperor on the battlefield sooner or later, and when that time comes, there will only be war, betrayal, and absolute power between the two.

After all, she did not hate the emperor.

It's just that in her future, there is no place for the emperor.

Just as in the future of the emperor, there is no place for Morgan.

And as long as her founders are still there, Morgan's future will never come.

——————

The Lord of Humanity slowly walked out of the room, Machado following him closely.

Their speed was not fast, and it was not until some time later that the Lord of Humanity slowly moved his body to a place where the light could not obscure him, and here, he could barely see the faint light reflected by the cultivation pods.

And so, this ruthless, vile, greedy, arrogant lord of mankind, in this place where no one could see him, in the darkest corners of this corridor, in this place where he had no responsibility, no hope, no authority, any scheme, looked at the only old friend he could now trust.

Sigh.

[Machado, my friend. 】

[Those of my heirs, you say ......]

[What should I do with them......]

I'm so sleepy today, this one didn't play well at all, I'll sleep first, and I'll work on it when I get up tomorrow......

(End of chapter)