Morgana was an ordinary little girl, who had just turned ten this year.
Like most people on the Vigilus, she was born into a very ordinary middle-class family.
But due to the oppression of the nobility, the already scarce resources became increasingly short in the tightening situation.
Even sewage recycled tens of thousands of times, and a small energy bar, became expensive luxuries.
Despite this, Morgana had parents who loved her very much, but just yesterday, her mom and dad went out, saying they were going to find food for her, and they haven't returned since.
Little Morgana knew in her heart that her mom and dad wouldn't be coming back.
Just like the parents of many children, she had been hungry for a long time, and malnutrition had left her body dry and thin, not at all like a ten-year-old child.
Dragging her weak body, Morgana walked aimlessly, until she arrived in front of a luxurious mansion.
She didn't know why she had come here; it was as if a voice in the dark was telling her to come here.
There were guards at the door, but this time, those guards seemed not to see her.
Morgana was too hungry; she hadn't eaten for several days, but her mom and dad said not to steal. After a long internal struggle and hesitation, she whispered to herself: "I'll just eat a little, then go apologize to the Master of this big house, and they will surely forgive me."
Little and frail Morgana walked into the luxurious mansion, and following the guidance in her mind, she arrived at a magnificent hall.
In the hall was a tall, two-meter-tall older sister with an exceptionally beautiful appearance.
Morgana whispered: "Big sister, can you give me a bite to eat?"
"How did you get in?"
Hilda looked in shock at the weak little girl in tattered clothes, suffering from malnutrition, in front of her.
She hadn't even noticed how the other party had managed to sneak into the hall and then stealthily come to her side. Wasn't this too terrifying?
"I... I don't know..."
Morgana tilted her head, and suddenly a voice appeared in her mind.
Then, she tried hard to stand on her tiptoes, hugged Hilda's calf, and struggled to lift her head, her big, dark eyes full of innocence as she said: "Big sister, Emrys is being hunted by the Dark Eldar in front of the governor's Mansion. Go help him quickly."
Hilda was even more shocked, staring at the little girl with a horrified expression: "You... who exactly are you?"
At this moment, in the little girl's pupils, a light that could not be looked at directly seemed to burn, revealing a pressure like the Sun: "Go quickly!"
Just two simple words, as if implanted in the mind, an unshakeable command!
Hilda's pupils constricted slightly. She then placed the little girl aside, stomped her foot suddenly, and a storm-like wave of air roared and vibrated as her figure instantly rushed out of the door.
"Dark Eldar? Just you wait-- Emrys!"
Succubi, are you kidding me?!
How many contingencies have the Dark Eldar set up? How can I run into them at every corner!
Looking at the seductive Dark Eldar succubus who had once again blocked his path, Emrys was truly a bit tired. The Dark Eldar weren't leaving any way out!
Very good, very careful, but hopefully not like this next time.
Emrys swore in his heart that next time he went out, even if it was to the Inquisition, he would call Hilda!
Who the hell could stand this? Elite of the elites, Nightmares, and the most warlike succubi of the Wych Cult. Why not just call in the Harlequins too!
The female succubus scrutinized him with an aggressive gaze, openly, her pink tongue licking her lips, like an alluring 'fairy', every part of her body exuding an irresistible charm: ""
"How about a deal, let me go, okay?"
Although he didn't have high hopes, Emrys still wanted to try. He looked at the female succubus and grinned: "I can catch slaves for you, as many as you want, what do you think?"
"Oh?" The female succubus played with her dagger, staring at him with interest: "As many as I want?"
"Exactly, as many as you want!"
Emrys nodded vigorously; in other Worlds, other resources might be scarce, but scum would definitely not be in short supply!
"What a pity ~"
The female succubus seemed a bit regretful, pouting her lips and throwing him a flirtatious look: "If it weren't for the 'Archon's' command, I would really like to agree with you ~"
Without any visible movement, the air was suddenly cut, and a dark dagger struck directly at his face!
Fortunately, Emrys had never let down his guard. He swung his executioner greatsword horizontally, deflecting the dagger, and feeling the Dark Eldar chasing him from behind, he couldn't help but sigh: "Can you tell me where I offended you to warrant such a large force to deal with me?"
Looking around, Nightmares, Kabalite Warriors, Succubi. It was a bit overkill.
Emrys couldn't help but sigh. The Dark Eldar thought too highly of him.
It's hard to say whether the Dark Eldar were too cautious or if it was just their professional habit, sending such a luxurious assassination squad, not to find the planetary governor in the mansion, but just to kill him!
"Who knows ~" The female succubus smiled charmingly, a hint of passion in her teasing eyes: "This is my first time receiving a 'prey' with such a high bounty as you."
As she spoke, the Nightmares and Kabalite Warriors had completely surrounded him. "I quite like you, human ~" The female succubus swayed her waist, walking gracefully, a smile in her eyes: "I like people with strong wills, especially like you ~ You're about to die, yet you're still unwilling to abandon that woman. It's truly irresistible ~"
"No thanks." Emrys took a deep breath and sneered: "If you're interested, I'd rather serve the Orks!"
Being noticed by the Dark Eldar was not a good thing.
They are the 'orthodox' descendants of the Aeldari, having fully inherited their ancestors' ways, which can be described as utterly perverse.
If the Craftworld Aeldari restrain themselves and follow the Path to avoid being devoured by Slaanesh, then the Dark Eldar are the exact opposite.
They advocate indulging in desires, continuing the decadent and luxurious lifestyle of the ancient Aeldari Imperium.
Their traditional culture includes flesh sculpting, various forms of rape, drug abuse, and so on.
Compared to the Craftworld Aeldari, who use Soulstones to protect their souls from being devoured, the Dark Eldar's method is much simpler: they inflict as much torment as possible on their captured slaves, then consume the corrupted souls as nourishment to avoid being drained by 'Sister S'.
Simply put, Slaanesh eats Dark Eldar, and Dark Eldar eat humans, completing an endless cycle of consumption and replenishment in a bizarre 'human centipede'-like fashion.
Commorragh, truly a place of outstanding people and spirits, a place that gives its heart and soul.
Pain is the eternal theme here, of course. For the Dark Eldar, pain is essentially equivalent to pleasure; one could say it's an M-lover's ecstasy.
Therefore, if captured by the Dark Eldar and taken to Commorragh, Emrys would rather be violated by Orks!
At least the latter's methods wouldn't be as numerous as the Dark Eldar's.
Seemingly angered by his words, a chilling coldness appeared in the female succubus' demonic purple eyes: "I hope your mouth will still be so tough later!"
They, who considered themselves higher life forms, were actually humiliated by 'monkeys', being compared to a bunch of savage mushrooms?
The Nightmare approached, holding a Hekatarii blade. Beneath its damaged helmet, a distorted face was revealed, like a ferocious specter, staring at Emrys. A chilling and hoarse voice, as if from the underworld, said: "Don't waste any more time, Anna. Deal with the target quickly. Don't let lord Archon wait too long!"
"I truly don't understand why the Archon wants to kill a human."
The succubus named Anna twirled her blades, and with her long, shapely legs, completely blocked the only exit.
"You talk too much, Anna." The Nightmare looked grimly at Emrys and said: "I'll tie him down; you're responsible for finding weaknesses. This human is a bit too cunning."
The other party was speaking the Aeldari language, but with the Traveler System, Emrys could understand.
However, even if he understood, carrying Elsa, it was very difficult for him to fight two against one, and he quickly fell into a disadvantage!
Battle blades and daggers intertwined; each time, he had to exert all his effort to barely resist.
The Nightmare's wide-ranging frontal assault, combined with the succubus' occasional sneak attacks from the shadows, and having to deal with the encirclement of the Kabalite Warriors.
In just a few minutes, Emrys was forced into a desperate situation.
"Lord, go quickly!" Elsa didn't want to drag him down. She struggled to leave, wanting to buy him time with her life.
Was he really going to have to use the System?
Just as Emrys decided to take Elsa and cross over to another world to temporarily avoid danger, he suddenly seemed to sense something.
Whoosh—!
A piercing shriek, carrying a wave of air, cut through the sky!
In the gap when the Nightmare and the succubus were attacking Emrys, a psychic strike directly pierced through the street, instantly crushing dozens of Dark Eldar Kabalite Warriors into bloody paste.
The huge commotion instantly shocked the Nightmare and the succubus, who instinctively retreated from their positions.
Boom!
Amidst the surging psychic waves, an exquisitely crafted greatsword, engraved with runes, suddenly descended from the sky.
The blade plunged deep into the ground, and a terrifying wave of air erupted. Amidst the swirling dust, a tall figure, with clear footsteps, gradually came into everyone's sight.
Her wildly flowing hair and proud expression clearly belonged to the Aeldari Farseer, Hilda!
Hilda's eyes were icy and cold, and a suffocating psychic energy swirled around her. She glanced at the heavily scarred Emrys, then turned her angry gaze towards the Nightmare and the succubus, her voice like the biting wind of winter, chilling to the bone: "You have great audacity!"
"Be careful, if it's too much, let's retreat first!"
Emrys was truly exhausted. Upon seeing Hilda, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But with the Nightmare, the succubus, and the Kabalite Warriors, they were outnumbered and at a disadvantage.
However, Hilda gave him a disdainful look and said lightly: "Why do you think I was sent by Sam-Hain to protect you?"
Before Emrys could answer, Hilda drew her blade, her gaze like a knife, looking straight ahead: "The reason is simple: in the Sam-Hain Craftworld Aeldari, those older than me aren't as strong as me, and those younger than me can't fight as well as me. I am the strongest fighter, which is why I was sent to protect you!"
Too... too cool!
Emrys had to admit, he had somewhat misunderstood 'Hilda' before; she was clearly straightforward, and this sudden, heaven-sent rescue was incredibly cool!
Just as he was going all out for Hilda.
The Nightmare and Succubus seemed to sense that the Eldar Farseer who had suddenly joined the battle was a bit troublesome.
"Samhain's people?" The Succubus licked her lips, twirling a poisoned dagger, and sneered coldly, "What, have your Craftworld Eldar fallen so low that you have to ally with monkeys now?"
"Shut up, you bitch."
Hilda glared at the Succubus in disgust, twirling the greatsword in one hand: "You don't deserve to speak to me, get lost!"
Her words were full of disdain.
The Succubus' face turned ashen with rage from just a few words, her chest heaving up and down, as she gritted her teeth: "Good, when I catch you later, I'll make you properly taste... Slaanesh!"
They still followed their previous tactics.
The Nightmare, with the help of the Kabalite Warriors, engaged the Eldar Farseer head-on, while the Succubus waited for an opportunity to ambush.
"Heh heh, Farseer? The target I'm looking forward to should be a Autarch." The Nightmare chuckled sinisterly, slowly approaching, trying to provoke her with words: "Let me tell you a desperate truth, your Samhain's Raynor was almost killed by me!"
"Raynor?"
But unfortunately, this time they encountered Hilda, who didn't understand the meaning of their tone at all.
"That's right, Raynor, your Autarch!" The Nightmare pointed to the half-Klaive Warblade, whispering sinisterly: "See? It has his bloodstains on it, it's just a pity that time... I couldn't cut off his head!"
"Oh."
Hilda tilted her head, frowning in confusion: "Are you trying to tell me you almost killed Raynor, so you're proud? That guy is pretty weak, what's there to be proud of?"
His attempt to show off failed, and the Nightmare pressed forward in anger, his Warblade whistling with power, chopping down with immense force: "I'd like to see how powerful you are--?"
"Heh, this is all you're capable of."
Hilda actually grabbed the Nightmare's half-Klaive Warblade with her bare hands, the psychic energy gathered in her palm contained but not released, then she looked at him seriously, with a puzzled expression: "I don't understand, how could someone of your level almost kill Raynor?"
The ghost fire in the Nightmare's eyes flickered wildly, stimulated into a rage.
Swish!
Just then, the Succubus appeared from the shadow!
The poisoned dagger gleamed with a cold light, a fatal strike, but Hilda had already anticipated it, glancing to the side, her long leg sweeping out fiercely: "Ambush me? Don't you know, I'm a Farseer who will inherit the farseer in the future, can I be ambushed by you?"
Bang!
The Succubus, who attempted a sneak attack, was directly swept away by this whip kick, plowing two clear furrows in the street.
"Where is the Singing Spear I gave you?" Hilda demanded, and Emrys hastily pulled it out and handed it over.
"Watch closely, this is how a psyker fights!"
As her words fell, Hilda unlocked the Singing Spear, and the spear, imbued with vast psychic energy, shot out like a laser tearing through the air, instantly piercing through the atmosphere, generating terrifying, roaring air currents!
Holy crap, that move is so cool!
Emrys' eyes lit up, feeling like he had learned another move!
Boom!!!
The Succubus, who had just been repelled, immediately had alarm bells ringing in her head, her vision filled with dazzling light, she blocked with her dagger, cleverly deflecting the incoming spear!
But the force still blasted her away, and the psychic explosion attached to it directly caused the Succubus to spit out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, the moment she threw the spear, Hilda pressed down the half-Klaive Warblade with her bare hands, then pulled out the Eldar Sword; it looked like a greatsword held with both hands, but in her hands, it seemed extremely light, capable of leaving afterimages with a single-handed swing.
The Eldar Sword was the masterpiece of an Eldar farseer.
Even the armor of a heavy tank could be cut through as easily as butter, let alone a mere suit of armor.
The sharp blade, carrying a storm-like pressure, fell, forcing the Nightmare to abandon the 'half-Klaive Warblade' and quickly retreat to avoid being flattened by this sword!
But this retreat gave Hilda an opportunity; she took another half-step, closely pursuing the Nightmare, and with sheer powerful wrist strength, she twisted the angle of the blade!
The blade, enveloped in a disassembling field, was like a greedy, bloodthirsty wolf, constantly chasing the Nightmare. Having lost his handy weapon, he dared not follow Hilda's example and block a power weapon with his bare hands, so he could only take a sword strike with his armor.
Swish!
The blade easily cut through the armor, deep into bone and flesh!
"Ah ah ah..."
The Nightmare let out a scream, half of his arm almost severed, and he couldn't help but shout at the Succubus: "Anna, help me quickly!"
"She has no time to help you!" Hilda sneered, and recalling the 'Singing Spear', she threw it at the Succubus again during a turn.
...
The Succubus had just popped her head out when she saw a Singing Spear flying towards her, almost cursing, and quickly accelerated with psychic energy, fleeing from her original spot.
Boom!
A building was directly leveled by the Singing Spear!
The Succubus tried to help several times, but was intercepted by the Singing Spear midway. Hilda seemed to 'predict' her position accurately every time. Seeing that the Succubus was unreliable, the Nightmare immediately ordered the surrounding Kabalite Warriors to create an opportunity for him.
Shuriken, monofilament wire, poisoned blades... rained down, but the scene that followed undoubtedly cast a shadow over the Nightmare's heart.
Hilda's pupils were deep, as if she had 'foreseen' the perfect evasion route, like a butterfly dancing gracefully, fully stretching her body.
She was like someone dancing on a tightrope.
All the bullets fired by the Kabalite Warriors were perfectly evaded; not a single one hit Hilda.
"Heh, there are still some to live ones?" Hilda swept her cold gaze around, recalled the Singing Spear, charged it, and threw it fiercely: "I didn't notice you just now, die!"
Boom!
After the Singing Spear flew out, immense psychic energy surged.
The Kabalite Warriors were instantly annihilated, blood and flesh flying, extinguished by Hilda's casual strike without any power to resist.
"Quick, Anna, save me--!"
The Nightmare seized the opportunity created by the Kabalite Warriors, finally escaping the 'daemon's' control, and desperately cried out to the Succubus for help.
The Nightmare was almost beaten into a daze.
Isn't the opponent a Farseer? How is she even stronger than a Autarch?
He strongly suspected that the opponent was definitely a 'Autarch', otherwise it would be too damaging to his self-esteem; he, the mighty Nightmare and Succubus, was being beaten by a Farseer!
Can't win! Absolutely can't win!
The Eldar Farseer on the other side was simply a monster!
If at first, the Nightmare had some confidence, relying on numerical superiority to contend with the opponent, now his mind was left with only one word!
Run!
If he didn't run now, he was dead!
Emrys stared, dumbfounded, at Hilda, who single-handedly thrashed the entire Dark Eldar, tormenting them to death and back, in ecstasy and agony. He was completely bewildered.
No, does she have to be this strong?!
He originally thought that Hilda, fighting against multiple opponents, would need help, but after watching for a while, he realized he was wrong; she didn't need any help at all!
Damn it, I misjudged the Samhain Eldar!
They really sent their strongest fighter; Hilda was completely overwhelming, simultaneously 'predicting' the Succubus' movements with a divided mind, continuously suppressing her with the Singing Spear, while wielding a greatsword taller than herself, beating the elite Dark Eldar Nightmare into a cowering mess, completely unable to fight back!
Who needs support here?
Clearly, Hilda alone could mercilessly grind the entire Dark Eldar squad into the ground!
Seeing that she was no match, the Succubus cleverly opened a Webway gate and slipped in without a word. The Nightmare fled frantically, no longer caring about the lost half-Klaive Warblade, his mind solely focused on running quickly!
He'd get his revenge next time!
However, the 'daemon's' voice came from behind!
"Who told you to run?"
Hilda's gaze remained fixed on the Nightmare. Seeing him about to escape, her five fingers suddenly clenched and closed, and a massive torrent of psychic energy, like gravity, suddenly descended, forcefully dragging the Nightmare back: "Get back here--!!!"
She had said she would protect Emrys.
As a result, if it weren't for someone reporting, the target would probably be dead, and she would be scolded to death by her father when she returned, wouldn't she? Then inheriting the farseer would probably be out of the question; she'd just be a Farseer for the rest of her life.
"No, no ah ah--!!!"
The Nightmare felt himself being dragged by a force, watching helplessly as the Webway gate, so close, moved further and further away!
"Save me, Anna!"
He looked at the Succubus with hope in his eyes.
However, the Succubus merely smiled alluringly: "I'm sorry, but I can't save you~ Farewell~"
"No, no!!!"
The Nightmare's ten fingers desperately dug into the ground.
But he still couldn't stop himself from being continuously pulled backward, his shrill and desperate cries echoing through the streets, truly heartbreaking to hear and tear-inducing to witness.
Even Emrys couldn't help but show a strange expression; who exactly was the villain here?!
The screaming Nightmare suddenly felt a cold, bone-chilling sensation, and his throat instantly felt constricted. shadow enveloped him from behind, and a voice, seemingly suppressing anger, like a daemon's whisper, rang out: "Do you know... you almost caused me to be unable to continue as a farseer?!"
Hilda hated two things most in her life.
The first was being lied to.
As for the second, that was being unable to inherit the farseer. Whoever prevented her from inheriting the farseer, she would send them to Slaanesh!
"Where did this child come from?!"
Looking at the little girl in the hall, ragged, unwashed for a long time, with matted hair and an unpleasant odor, staring at him timidly with her big, blinking eyes, Emrys was instantly full of questions.
What's going on?
Could it be Hilda's child?
Impossible, even if the Eldar reproduce, ignoring the issue of reproductive isolation, they shouldn't give birth to a human, right?
Looking at the timid, seemingly afraid little girl, Emrys slowly squatted down and beckoned with a gentle smile: "Come here, don't be afraid."
Perhaps seeing a hint of kindness in Emrys' eyes as he squatted, Morgana approached cautiously.
Emrys ruffled the girl's hair and turned to look at Hilda, hoping she could give him an explanation as to how a child suddenly appeared in his home!
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."
Only now did Hilda remember, looking at the little girl with some wariness: "She is Loki's follower!"
One sentence… almost scared Emrys to death.
What the hell? Is Loki so arrogant now, just strolling in and treating his home like a public restroom?!
He almost threw Morgana out, but fortunately, Hilda paused and explained: "This child suddenly broke into the mansion, unnoticed by anyone. It was she who told me you were assassinated by the Dark Eldar and urged me to save you quickly."
...Can you use your brain when you speak next time?
Emrys' eye twitched, and he forced a smile: "If I may ask, the 'Loki' you mentioned..."
"You don't know?" Hilda looked at him in surprise and said: "It's the Imperium of Man's Emperor. Isn't he the Fifth Loki?"
Well said, your reward is that you're not allowed to say it again!
"...You'd best not say that outside." Emrys covered his face, that familiar feeling returning: "Otherwise, I'm genuinely afraid I'll wake up one day to find the Inquisition blocking my doorstep!"
"Oh, alright, I'll remember that."
Hilda nodded, seemingly having truly taken note.
After learning the little girl's origins, Emrys' jaw dropped so far he could barely close it. This child, it turns out... is a true 'Emperor's Chosen'!
He should even thank this child; if it hadn't been for Morgana's warning, he might have truly exposed the Traveler System!
Wait, thinking about it... did the Emperor crossdress?
At this thought, Emrys' eyes held a strange look, but he quickly let it go. If even the mighty Emperor crossdressed, what was wrong with him wearing a Suit of Vows? Who else would dare to say he was crossdressing?
Drag them out and give them the white phosphorus death penalty!
Emrys ruffled the little girl's hair, trying to keep his tone gentle to avoid scaring her: "What's your name?"
"Morgana, my name is Morgana, uncle."
Little Morgana said timidly, seemingly noticing Emrys' magnificent clothes and knowing he was a noble, fearing her dirty smell would soil his expensive clothes. She whispered: "No, uncle... Morgana... is dirty."
"Who said that? You're not dirty at all."
Emrys wiped the dirt from the girl's face and looked at her earnestly: "You are very clean, you know? You saved my life, you are my lifesaver. What do you want? I can grant you anything." "Can... can you take me in?" Morgana clutched her small hands, a tiny glimmer of hope in her timid eyes: "Sir Morgana is very capable. I can clean, fold clothes, and... and cook. And Morgana is easy to feed, very good at enduring hunger. I only need three... no, two energy bars a week, so... can you please take me in?"
Looking at Morgana, small, weak, like a tiny, withered twig, Emrys suddenly fell silent, as if a thousand words were stuck in his chest.
Why two energy bars?
Because that was the minimum required to live!
Emrys took a deep breath, trying to control his fluctuating emotions, and hugged Morgana's small, frail body: "Where are your parents? I can... ensure that you never have to worry about going hungry for the rest of your life."
With his current abilities, achieving this was not difficult.
He didn't have the capacity, the ideals, or the ability to help everyone in the world, but he could provide help within his means.
"Morgana... doesn't have parents anymore."
Morgana's tone suddenly became low, but she still said steadily: "Mom and Dad went out yesterday, saying they were going to Helian Street to find food for Morgana, but they never came back... Many people never came back. Some people say... they died."
A simple sentence, yet it was like a bolt from the blue!
There was even no emotional fluctuation, as if a thousand-pound hammer had directly struck Emrys' heart!
Boom!
Soundless, silent.
Children's words are innocent, but they hurt the deepest!
This cut peeled back Emrys' flesh, revealing a bleeding heart, piercing deep into his soul!
Yes, he saved the vast majority of people.
But, among the 'few' who were sacrificed, there were countless children like Morgana. Fifty thousand people... died in that district at his command.
Originally, the 'sin' that existed only in his mind seemed to materialize the moment he saw the little girl, becoming a heavy boulder pressing on his heart.
Guilt? Apology? Regret?
Countless emotions intertwined, swirling in Emrys' heart. He did not deny the correctness of that order, but... that tangible sin was equally heavy!
"Uncle, it's okay, don't be sad." Little Morgana, extremely perceptive, noticed the noble's mood. She gently stroked his hair with her small hand, like a mature adult:
"Mom and Dad said they would die one day, so they told Morgana not to be sad. They just went to a place they wouldn't return from, and the God-Emperor would bless them."
"So, I have to live well, no matter what happens, I must to live well, so Mom and Dad can see that Morgana can do it alone! uncle must also to live well, no matter what happens, don't be sad!"
Emrys held little Morgana in his arms, lifting her from the ground. Looking at the little girl's dirty face, his eyes were a little red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "From now on, you... will take my last name, alright?"
"Ah, no... no, you are a noble, I am not worthy!" Morgana waved her hands in fright, saying cautiously: "Just give me a job, uncle."
"Don't call me uncle, call me Big Brother."
Emrys playfully tapped Morgana's small nose and said softly: "From now on, you are my sister, Morgana Emrys. Remember, no one can bully you... no one at all!"