(Since I really didn't live today and couldn't think of the text, I decided to bite the lighter: in short, this is a timeline of [if Morgan had been a complete crumb woman from the beginning])

(By the way, Morgan here is also one of the original ideas of this book, you can see if there is a slight difference from the current Avalon silver-haired lynx)

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The most primitive and intense emotion of the class is fear, and the most primitive and intense fear is the fear of the unknown.

- Lovecraft

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Seventy-six Terra standard years have passed since the Holy and Great Human Emperor left his capital to embark on a great expedition to restore humanity's honor, during which time the fleets of the Human Empire have conquered the Universe, swept across the stars, and wiped out the mantis-armed chariots. Not only did they hold the countless stars that once belonged to mankind in their hands again, but they also retrieved the most precious relics in the galaxy one after another for their lords.

Genetic Prototype: This is what the Lord of Terra calls his creatures, and his subjects naturally follow this name, these warriors who have inherited the blood of the emperor are all gods who have come out of the ancient picture scrolls, they have all reached a realm beyond the reach of mankind in one or more fields, and their strength, wisdom and legions are the most powerful blades for mankind to return to glory.

But as the old philosophers on the Holy Terra described in their apprehensions, weapons are the weakest thing in the world, and the most vacillating traitors, whomever they were made for or for whatever purpose, any weapon is more than happy to stab its master if the circumstances are right.

And in these Imperial blades, known as the Genetic Prototypes, this is most vividly revealed: one day, some of them will unleash an unprecedented betrayal, burning everything the Emperor desires, and among these depraved betrayals, there is a figure that is neither tall nor burly, but the blade that plunges straight into the chest of the Lord of Humanity.

She, the most terrible betrayer, whose name has been washed and accumulated for ten thousand years, no one dares to mention it, but among the oldest and most ancient yellowed scrolls, there is still a record of the most special primordial who opened up the territory of the empire during the Great Expedition.

At that time, her warriors would call her ......

Morgan.

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When the gods of the High Heaven stole all the genetic primordials from the hands of the human lord, they did not immediately take these precious products into their pockets, but threw all the amniotic silos into the turbulent currents of the galaxy with a certain kind of playful mentality.

All the primordial bodies have been scattered to an uncertain fate because of this, and the vast majority of them have fallen into the world where human civilization exists, which is also the fate foreseen by the gods in advance, but there is only one difference.

Unlike her brothers, Morgan's amniotic chamber did not fall into any world of concern for humans or human civilization, it fell in a pure wilderness land: it was not appropriate to say that it was a wilderness, or rather, Morgan was in a world controlled by the Savage Spirits.

This particular creature was immediately discovered by the local barbarian spirits, and at the same time, other spirits also heard about it, and these aliens were used for a variety of different purposes: whether it was to kill her, take her, enslave her, or simply separate her from the soul of the world, and an unprecedented bloody battle broke out, where thousands of descendants of the ancient empire fought against each other, and the huge shadow of the Ark world reflected the tragic scenes of the Nether Knights and the giant raiders of Tantalus fighting each other.

The battle lasted for a long time, until the Ark Spirits barely outmaneuvered all of their compatriots, but just as the lead Si Zhan was about to use ancient technology to break the amniotic chamber that protected the primordial body, the god who had been hiding in the darkness stretched out his hand.

The Prince of Pleasure has come.

The youngest god drained all the souls of the spirits in an instant, and he licked the corners of his mouth dissatisfied, and his eyes were fixed on the original body: the ring of greed, one of the six rings, was now stirring in the heart of the Lord of the Silver Palace, and the impatient Slaanesh was not willing to wait for two hundred years, he was eager to bring the baby back to his realm, and to teach her to grow up himself, patiently guiding her until she was willing to merge with the Prince of Joy and spend eternity together.

Slaanesh longed for the power of the Primordial: but even more for the Primordial itself.

But the impatient young god apparently ignored some of the obscure rules of the subspace, and apparently failed to notice the Lord of Change, snickering behind him: when the god's fingertips cut through the last protection, allowing endless malice and greed to descend on the baby, something that slept quietly in the deepest part of the baby's soul had to choose to open its eyes in advance in the face of this monstrous danger.

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Pain.

It was as if thousands of steel nails had pierced her skin, penetrated her flesh, and playfully kissed her bones and nerves, in her brain, which was still chaotic and had not yet had time to open any sanity, this most primitive and dangerous sense, accompanied by tens of millions of years of human evolution, used the most brutal means to recklessly awaken the genetic prototype from its slumber.

Pain, pain, fear, anger......

She woke up, and the first moment she woke up, a monstrous malice had swept over her, and as a baby, Morgan had not had time to get more warmth from this galaxy, nor could she get more warmth, and when she opened her first eyes, she had to face a desperate reality.

A god, a god of chaos already at hand.

He was going to take her.

+ You should come with me. ＋

He said.

+ Come with me, get out of here, leave this universe destined to sink into a quagmire of chaos, to my palace, to the abode of eternal pleasure that I have created for you, to the silver palace of worship by thousands of my subjects. ＋

+ Leave a place for your resting place on my throne, a feast for you to enjoy by my glasses, my treasury open for you, my robe for you to unravel, my crown on your head, and my subjects prostrate at your feet: come, be one with me, no more separation, we should be one, we should be eternally lingering until the end of the time. ＋

Like a storm swept through a fragile thatched house, the whispers of the gods from the moment of joy crowded out the fragile nerves of the genoplasm, eager to take her into the palm of his hand, and at some point, Slaanesh seemed to be one step away from victory.

But the prince of the silver palace did not realize that in the mind of the original genome, which had not fully awakened, he still retained an almost beast-like will to survive: for a new life, Slaanesh's behavior was too impatient.

The mental pressure nearly crushed the weak genoplasm to death, and the only thing that sustained her was the young beast's will to survive, which urged Morgan to fight against the forces that tried to take her and control her, even if it meant she had to turn to whatever other force she could turn to.

She shouldn't be taken away, she shouldn't be taken away, she shouldn't be taken into anyone's pocket, she has to defend herself, she has to keep her freedom and her will, she can't let anything hurt her......

No matter what the price is paid for it.

Everything is worth it, everything is taken for granted.

Anything but her should be in a harmless state.

Only then can she be safe.

In the face of the first malice of this world, the genogen had to passively learn this, and she had to find any power that could help her in order to resist the invasion of Slaanesh: this power best came from herself, and it was best to be able to be mastered by her.

Fortunately, unfortunately, in the depths of Morgan's soul, there is precisely such a force that sleeps: this power is one of the reasons why Slaanesh is so favored by her, and it is now Morgan's greatest weapon that can fight back against Slaanesh.

She doesn't have a choice, does she?

The genetic protogen, which comforted herself so much that she had not even established a complete self-will and ability to think, had to hold the hand that reached out to her before she was officially born into this world, and released the monster that was imprisoned in her cage.

And so, just as Slaanesh's clutches were about to take full control of the infant primordial, a majestic power belonging to the gods, accompanied by the screams of the Prince of Joy and the unbridled laughter of the Lord of All Changes, roared in the soul of the Genome.

With a roar, Morgan's eyes opened completely, and she uttered her first voice: neither crying nor murmuring, but the same roar, the roar of a god belonging.

Morgan woke up, she woke up as a newborn god, and that's the first thing she did when she came into this world: protect her life and become a god.

From the beginning, she was no longer the emperor's heir.

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Erebus will never forget the first time he met His Lord.

At that time, he was just a newcomer who had just stepped into the path of chaos, and following the will of the four adults, he came to a certain world that once belonged to the spirit race, where he saw a messy ancient battlefield, walked through countless sand dunes full of bones, and groped his way forward under the shroud of thick fog: I don't know why, the sun is shining at the moment, but this world is shrouded in an extremely thick layer of fog.

But that didn't stop Erebas, and he moved forward steadfastly, in the direction the gods had directed, where he found something he would never forget: the skulls of countless different elves had merged with the world souls of this world, and together they had been assembled into a magnificent palace, a large but empty palace, empty of which was empty except for a sleeping queen sitting on the deepest throne.

Erebas's dark brown eyes looked unconsciously at the Queen, and with a single glance, he plunged into the infinite darkness, and in the darkness shrouded in mist, he saw countless things: he saw what happened to himself in countless other worlds, he saw every possibility that this universe would experience in the next ten thousand years, he saw every plan that the God of Chaos had put at him, and even every result of every choice he made in his life.

He knew everything, he knew nothing, he was like a child stepping into a library, and in an instant he learned what it means to be awe-inspired, what to be powerful, what it is to be invincible.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Chaos Cultist killed several of his companions, peeling off the armor that guarded his neck, smearing the blood on it, and bowing in the direction of the throne.

At this moment, those dark brown pupils no longer know when they turned into dark blue colors, and there is no half of the color that can be called self-will.

Erebus is dead.

Although he himself does not think so.

He was convinced that he had simply found a master worthy of his lifelong allegiance, a god who was blasphemous and evil enough to drive him into utter madness.

Oh, how great.

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According to the official historical records of the Empire, Morgan, the genetic protogenone of the Second Legion, landed in a world called Avalon, but instead of unifying the world like her other brothers and waiting for the arrival of the emperor, the curious protogenone followed the first Imperial fleet to arrive in Avalon, left his homeland, and two or three years later became the most respected mortal senior officer in the Legion of a Thousand Sons.

Although it did not return to the Empire as the most honorable of all, this genetic prototype also proved the strength and reliability of the imperial bloodline: after the Li Star incident, Morgan became the two genetic prototypes involved in the event, namely Magnus and Perturab's most trusted mortal companions, and several high-ranking officers of the Legion formed a very close friendship with her, and she was even given a permanent room on the Glory Queen-class flagship of both Legions as a reflection of her special status in the two legions.

According to some rumors, Morgan's position in the Legion of a Thousand Sons is so special that she can participate in the subspace roaming led by Magnus anytime and anywhere, and although there have been some unpleasant changes in some of them, on the whole, nothing has happened.

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Yes, no problem.

Morgan moved his fingers in boredom, feeling the growing power in her palms, and beneath her feet was a creature named Magnus, her brother by blood, a sweet and delicious fellow.

She watched almost gloatingly as the being named Tzeentch played with Magnus's soul: the Lord of Change was even right now in front of Morgan and Magnus.

The Lord of Avalon could feel that she was the same being as the pure blue god in front of her, except that she was still a juvenile, and the creature on the other side was already an adult: and there was no intention of nipping her in the bud.

In fact, he seemed more interested in what Morgan would do next: and when Tzeentch saw an invisible twist appear in Morgan's finger and the other hand slicing Magnus's head open, the laughter of the Lord of All Kinds literally shook the subspace.

But Morgan didn't care about this, she didn't follow the original plan and extract part of Magnus's soul, but had a better plan.

As early as the first moments of her life, she knew that she was in charge of many forces with the unknown at its core, and that she could drive those things that were still outside of people's consciousness to protect themselves or to gain their own benefit.

And Magnus is just a guy who is thirsty for all the [unknown], and it can be expected that after this, this genetic prototype of the Thousand Sons Legion will still launch a new exploration of all the unknowns in his life, and step into Morgan's realm step by step.

So......

Morgan put the invisible distortion in his hand into Magnus's mind: it was imperceptible control, like a nail, and as long as Magnus continued to pursue the unknown in his eyes, then the nail belonging to Morgan would go deeper and deeper.

One day, Magnus's quest for the unknown reached a certain threshold. The nail would be so deeply embedded in his soul that the King of Prospe would be completely manipulated by Morgan: he would not be aware of it.

In his eyes, everything he did was what he wanted: Magnus would naturally find good reasons to deceive himself for all this, and he himself would be one of the best tools in Morgan's hands.

A puppet.

Morgan didn't like the title.

A doll.

She prefers this.

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After the Li Star incident, Morgan temporarily left the Thousand Sons Legion where she served, and for more than a decade, she participated in the Dark Angel Legion and worked together on an undocumented war, during which she and the First Legion's genetic prototype Johnson reached a deep comradeship, and was respected by the entire Dark Angel Legion, and it is rumored that it was Johnson who discovered Morgan's identity as a genetic proto.

Thus, the emperor finally welcomed back his only daughter, the faithful Morgan.

And the long-standing friendship between the First and Second Legions was further strengthened by this.

No one would doubt that the Dark Angel and the Daybreaker have a bond comparable to that of the Shadow Moon Wolf and the Blood Angel, or the Emperor's Son and the Iron Hand.

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Twenty years.

Morgan blinked.

Twenty years, twenty years of fighting with Johnson and the Dark Angels, even for the original genogen, it was a long time, so long that Morgan almost deceived himself: however, it also meant that she also deceived Johnson.

The beast, the most sensitive and alert of all the genetic protogens, was completely deceived by her.

The god chuckled, and she stroked her fingers in satisfaction.

Fooling Johnson is not an easy thing to do, and in order to do it perfectly, Morgan did not hesitate to erase some of her previous memories, she created a new sense of self, and made herself think from the bottom of her heart that this is her: Morgan who is moving towards kindness step by step.

To this end, Morgan also deliberately set a threshold of twenty years, so that she can only recall everything after twenty years: during these twenty years, she is the Morgan, the Morgan who was gradually moved by Johnson and the Dark Angel Army, the Morgan who was trusted by Johnson, and the good person.

Now, the good guys can die.

Now that the original image has been established, and now that she is familiar with this identity, when she returns to Johnson again and continues to perform, the Calibans will not see all this: the pollution is mutual, and when her false identity is being influenced by Johnson, Johnson is also being polluted by her.

He already trusted her, and that trust could last for a long time, and she wouldn't abandon it until Morgan squeezed all the value she needed from Johnson, just as she had abandoned Johnson.

The gods curled the corners of her mouth, and she stretched out a hand into the darkness, and a cold touch answered her: it was her daughter, her creation, the gift she had received from Perturabo, Virgo.

The scarlet pupils shone with the brilliance of looking at his mother, and that brilliance was absolutely crazy and pure, which even other gods could not shake, comparable to the will of the forbidden army.

"Mother."

Her daughter spoke.

[Aniah, my daughter. 】

Morgan caress the jaw and neck of her creation, feeling the warmth of her fingers as her slippery, snow-white skin rubs against it.

[How's things going?] 】

"Everything is as you wish, they are now your legion completely.

[That's good. 】

What about those who resisted? 】

"It's a bit of a hassle, but it's been resolved."

[Okay, I already feel it.] 】

Morgan laughed, and she took the Virgo's respectful victory: it was the souls of more than 20,000 Dawnbreakers, and more specifically, the self-consciousness that these Dawnbreakers retained.

Without the slightest hesitation, the original body swallowed them all in one gulp, chewing slowly, feeling the wonderful feeling of those self-wills: loyalty to the emperor, devotion to humanity, independent thinking about all things in the world, slowly crushed into crumbs between her lips and teeth.

Her children will still keep their souls, but they will be the souls she has selected and transformed: they will still think, they will still have joys and sorrows, and they will still be able to carry out spontaneous activities, but everything will only be allowed by her.

Before they knew it, they would be transformed into something even more beautiful within themselves where they were unaware of it: in the eyes of the other Imperials, they would be called "demons", but in Morgan's eyes, they would be called gifts.

After receiving these gifts, they will truly become her sons.

She loved them very much.

The god laughed.

With her smile, the Dawnbreaker Legion ushered in a new life, and more and more recruits passed the selection, so that the number of the legion soon exceeded the 100,000 mark, and even compared to the Ultramarines.

And in the midst of this laughter, the somewhat rich and strange subspace aura of these recruits was ignored by everyone for granted: after all, the original body very sincerely called them heirs.

And they are also very fanatical about calling the original body an adult.

(End of chapter)