Emperor's Bane

Chapter 106 Tyrant
"So you will be the first to arrive, Lord of Caliban."

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For Morgan, tearing through the thin psychic protection of the Scarlet Fortress was no more difficult than beating a Word Bearer. The Spider Queen's silent sarcasm pierced through the last obstacle at the moment the Lord of the First Legion gave the order, allowing The passage leading to the core of the fort appeared intact in front of everyone.

At least fifty of the best knights of the Ninth Knights joined this operation, and quite a few of them were [Paladins] who also served as Primarch guards. Except for the Emperor, Johnson, and Aragos, they did not have to Listen to anyone.

The knights formed a standard battle formation around the Primarch holding the sword, while Morgan and Alagos stood next to Jonson. The former snapped his fingers seemingly at random, and the reality in everyone's eyes The world dissolved in the endless latitude of nothingness, and the breath of coldness, death and mourning swept over the armor. It was the roar of countless vengeful souls rushing towards the creatures who broke into this place.

But in the next instant, all the disgusting senses disappeared completely, even the most sensitive dark angels could not confirm what they had just experienced: as if an endless abyss flashed before their eyes, Morgan put down his finger Even before it hangs down to the waist, the scene in front of everyone's eyes is completely different.

Different from the broken walls and ruins along the way, what was presented to them at this time was the most magnificent hall, which seemed to be the core of a spider's web, with countless gates and secret passages, connecting hundreds of thousands of There are two rooms and halls, one can imagine how noisy the core of this magnificent empire would be in the past years: courtiers, warriors and governors come and go from every entrance and exit, planning their own interests, or flattering There are quarrels and intrigues going on all the time under the sovereign Lord, and those high Gothic windows that hang like arches will faithfully reflect all this, even though the noisy flocks are bustling and bustling, there will never be peace.

But at this moment, at this moment, there is only silence.

Deathly silence.

The dark angels were looking for their opponents, looking for the most tragic death struggle they expected, but they saw nothing. The entire hall is now empty, only the blood-red high clouds disperse the endless heat waves and the faint The light came from the distant sky, telling the reality that this world is burning.

The knights spread out slowly, occupying every important corner vigilantly, and their iron boots stepped on the precious black and red tapestry, which was embroidered with a curled up dragon; that was the symbol of the Duran Empire.

And at the end of these luxurious objects is the target of the Primarch, from the very beginning, Zhuang Sen's gaze has been fixed on there, never shifting.

That was the core of Duran, a tall and luxurious jet-black throne, and on the throne was wrapped an exceptionally lonely, weak and withered figure. He was draped in a priceless scarlet silk robe, revealing only the It was almost a shriveled specimen-like face, with no trace of flesh on it, and the traces of implanted teeth and bones were clearly exposed on the skin, making one wonder whether he was an old man who had deceived the god of death, or a The most innocent and surviving masquerade monster.

Zhuang Sen didn't speak. In the space surrounded by the big helmet with two wings, he stared at the monster closely. While sizing and analyzing it carefully, he stepped forward resolutely. Is that prestigious lion sword? Scratching the ground beneath the Primarch's feet, there was a screeching sound.

Eventually, the primarch reached a position where he could talk, with only his daring advisor at his side.

The aging Duran Tyrant finally seemed to have detected the arrival of Zhuang Sen at this time. He raised his head and spit out a series of gentle laughter, which was not at all different from the sharp and piercing long laughter in the interstellar broadcast before. resemblance.

"So you will be the first to arrive, Lord of Caliban."

He confided his words, it was dry dust, not even saliva or saliva, his wrinkled eyeballs lingered on the two monsters in front of him, and then he showed a bitter smile revealing malice.

"Ah, two...no, including the one outside, it's three."

"It's really flattering."

"My people actually forced you monsters to such an extent, it really makes me proud."

The Lord of Caliban stared at the old man in front of him. He didn't speak immediately, but after an almost reserved preparation, he loudly responded with his declaration.

[The judgment I brought to this world, the judgment of the Lord of Humanity, and what you, the tyrant of Duran, have to do is to accept it thoroughly. 】

"Yeah, the verdict..."

Tyrant Duran slumped on his chair, his voice was still that pure weakness, obviously, his body did not allow him to do anything: even spit out a few coherent words with the softest voice.

"Whether I accept it or not, haven't you already started your own [judgment]? Look outside, you have destroyed countless fortresses, completely turning the thousand-year-old city and countryside into a sea of ​​flames. Countless Durandians have fallen to your blades, and if that is what you call the Judgment, it has been quite successful."

The Lion King's face is cold, he has stuck his great sword into the ground, and he himself is the sharpest sword: everything in this room is so weak compared to his figure .

[Don't confuse the public there, Duran's tyrant. 】

[You have had a chance, even more than once. The flames of war now stem from your original choices. Even now, you still have a chance: Surrender, at least your remaining people, even yourself, have a chance , an opportunity to return to the great cause of mankind. 】

"Chance?"

The tyrant's body was trembling, not because of excitement, but pure weakness. His empty eyes cast on the two primarchs in front of him, and a kind of wisdom that had experienced the eternal capital slowly rose in his pupils, just like the reflection of light.

"No, it's too much of a luxury for me."

"It's even a waste."

"Do you know how long I've been here, brat from Caliban?"

"Of course you don't know, because even I don't know, I stay on this throne, almost never leave, millennium after millennium, I have traveled the galaxy, have my own ambition and romance, but when I decided to let When this world breaks away from barbarism and returns to civilization, my whole life, everything I have, will be completely welded to this throne."

"I can't even imagine what the world will be like when I leave, and I don't have to because I know what it will be like: it will go back to madness, backwardness, and ignorance, like this evil Like other worlds in the era, fall in destruction, and perish in fall."

"Duran also knew this, so they didn't even dare to let me die. Every day, a hundred doctors surrounded me to keep my pain going and keep me alive. For Duran, this is the most important thing." Yes, as long as I'm alive, they can see hope, because I've brought it up and held it up for thousands of years, and they'll do anything for it."

"Yes, no matter, even if your warships cover the sun here, none of the Durans choose to submit to you. I have no request or coercion. Every Duran is voluntary for this world. die."

"I am proud of it, Son of the Emperor, and nothing makes me prouder than that."

"Tell me, Primarch, if this happened on your home planet, in the empire of the so-called Lord of Humanity, would you still be so indifferent and ruthless? You can do what I do Is it?"

"I really want to know..."

There was naked sarcasm in his eyes, Duran's tyrant stared straight at Jonson, and then he looked at another Primarch, but at the moment he looked at Morgan, his There was a subtle stiffness in his expression, and after a while, a string of whispers came out of his withered lips.

"Ah...you really look like..."

【enough! 】

Zhuang Sen took a step forward, and he drew his own sword, the sharp edge reflecting the light of choosing someone to devour under the dim light.

[I have encountered countless questions like this: similar, same, hysterical, I have killed countless tyrants, most of their dying words are this, and I have never had only one answer. 】

[This is meaningless. 】

[All the questions and answers in this world are not worth mentioning in front of the real reality. 】

[And the current reality, your country has fallen, and there are only two fates for you, the tyrant of Duran, this is the reality. 】

[The darkness in the galaxy is far more terrifying than the limit that your pathetic brain can imagine, and they are about to sweep the entire galaxy again. Only by uniting our races and uniting under one will can we drive out the old The erosion of darkness and the future. 】

[You poor little man can only find a place to live in the chaos and fragments of the past. This kind of thinking does not belong to the future. The future is full of the most terrifying monsters and the most powerful challenges. Those who can overcome them There is only one race united, and for the sake of unity I would not mind killing a world and bleeding all. 】

【Let me ask you one last time, the ruler of Duran, will you surrender or not? 】

[If you really love this world as you said, then this is your last chance, my brother is coming, he is not as good-tempered as I am. 】

[Now, I need your answer, Tyrant of Duran. 】

"Tyrant... Tyrant..."

He shook his head slowly, the shriveled head spun back and forth on his fragile neck, as if it would fall directly to the ground in the next second, and he answered the Primarch's ultimatum softly, without any concealment in his tone ridicule.

"You invaded my kingdom, burned my cities, slaughtered my people, and called me a tyrant."

"Such behaviors and thoughts are exactly the same as your creator. No wonder he parted ways with everyone at the beginning."

"You don't think I'm the oppressor, you bastard of Caliban? You don't really fail to see the anger and fury in the eyes of the Duranians, what a noble people they are, you can't conquer them , this world does not belong to you, even though you are so greedy for the technology and richness here, and are even willing to waste time here with me, but I still want to tell you honestly, brat.”

"You can't conquer Duran, you, and the so-called empire you are loyal to, can only get Duran's body."

"Now, you are able to show off your might, and you are able to talk to me about the so-called [reality] here. It is just that fate is temporarily on your side and has sentenced me to death."

"But nothing goes well all the time, you son of Caliban, don't think you've learned anything in your short life, you've learned nothing, you don't know despair, you don't know trials. "

"Only in the face of despair, man is the most real."

"Only in the face of trials can people look directly at themselves."

"Fate will not always favor you and your country, son of Caliban, one day, you will face the same despair as us: the army will crush the land, the mountains and rivers will be broken, and the pride and persistence of the past will be in front of an invincible and powerful opponent. It’s unbelievably fragile, the oath is abandoned, the trust is betrayed—hehehe, maybe it happened by your side.”

"At that time, you will recall my words again."

"You will understand, it is stronger than you who show off your might."

"We, who we are today, are so brave and noble."

The sharp edge in the lion king's palm pierced the air, illuminating his face that was neither sad nor happy in the dim light.

[You surrender or not. 】

The tyrant smiled, and the scarlet gown moved slowly, revealing a pair of shriveled palms, one of which was holding a dagger tightly.

"what do you think about this?"

Zhuang Sen didn't speak, his pure black figure rolled up a hurricane in front of the throne, and in the blink of an eye, Tyrant Duran's shriveled head fell to the ground without a sound.

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The Lion King raised his sharp blade and pierced the tyrant's heart to ensure that he was completely dead.

And at this moment, the fighting voice outside the fortress that had been boiling against Yingtian suddenly fell into a low ebb, as if countless Duran people gave up their courage at this moment and became cowards and defeated soldiers.

But Jonson didn't care about this anymore: just like Duran's tyrant's tirade didn't stir up the slightest wave in his heart, he just looked to the other side, to his basically silent blood relative.

She seemed to be a little quiet, as if she was suppressing something, her blue pupils looked at the gradually cooling corpse of Tyrant Duran, but her eyes were lax.

【What are you thinking? 】

Finally, Jonson spoke up.

【nothing. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[Originally, I was thinking about this Duran tyrant, but now, it doesn't matter anymore. He is completely dead, so everything about him is worthless. 】

[Death doesn't stop everything, Morgan. 】

[True death can of course stop everything, eternal nothingness and sleep is the second most terrifying thing in the entire galaxy. 】

Zhuang Sen turned his head, the corners of his brows slightly raised, and his emerald pupils looked directly at his blood relatives.

[This is a wrong idea, Morgan. 】

【You didn't convince me again. 】

This blunt rebuttal caused Jonson to fall into a momentary silence, and his brows were furrowed into a small knot.

[The tyrant is indeed talking nonsense, but this is not the reason for you to say such nonsense. Death cannot stop everything, Morgan. There is always some spirit and belief that can overcome death and time, and we call it noble. 】

[Nobleness is the fresh orange slice next to the foie gras, Zhuang Sen, it may be indispensable, it is pleasing to the eye, and makes the dish perfect, but how many people will really let it circulate in the body? 】

Zhuang Sen's silence continued for a while, and then he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but an extremely arrogant voice filled the entire hall at this moment.

That was the sound of the Stormbird landing.

Afterwards, there was a thunderous sound, which could only be made when at least a hundred pairs of iron boots trampled on the ground.

Jonson snorted softly, turned around, and patted the non-existent dust on the shoulder armor.

[Follow me closely. 】

he said softly.

Morgan obeyed obediently, as if the person arguing with the Lion King just now was not her, but at the same time, her voice with a hint of a smile rang in the Lion King's ears.

【How are you going to explain to him the reason why you snatched his vines? 】

There was a sneer on the corner of Jonson's mouth.

[Why do I need to explain. 】

[Why does he need to explain. 】

　Well, I'll be brief here.

　　The reason why the explanation was charged was because he refused to post it if it was less than [-] words.

　　The second is because that explanation was meant for you to see. If I put it in another volume, it will still not be displayed as the latest update, and you still can't see it.

　　As for talking in the comment area... I doubt that there are a few who read the comment area, after all, many people don't know how to click on the book and look through the catalog (I'm full of resentment when I mention this)
　　Finally, if you really feel that you have spent a lot of money, I will change that one in two days and change it to something like Morgan's character setting summary, anyway, I really need one.

　　At the end of the day, I won’t write extra episodes anymore... I have written a lot of troublesome things
　　
　
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