Emperor's Bane

Chapter 107 Gladiator
The Wolf King brought seventy men—perhaps more.

The piercing whistling sound caused by the Stormbird's engine constantly tormented the eardrums of every dark angel, and the ensuing heat wave swept the entire hall in the blink of an eye, but none of these affected Jonson's knights , They quickly gathered on both sides of the lord, forming a tight front.

Jonson stepped down from the throne of Tyrant Duran unhurriedly. In his left hand, he held the shriveled head that symbolized all the victories and glory of the entire war. The big sword in his right hand cut a hideous line on the carpet Gap, although all the dark angels present were clustered around him, but the only one who really stood beside him was the silver-haired lady who was used to reticence in public.

【He came earlier than I expected. 】

[However, if he chooses to clean up the outside affairs first, and then come here in a hurry to ask for the face he never had, then I might give him a high opinion. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion turned his head slightly, looked at his blood relatives, and his words were filled with the arrogance of being an absolute winner: Of course he can be so arrogant, after all, in this war, whether facing Duran, Or facing his brother, he is a winner.

Winners can always be arrogant.

And after Zhuang Sen's slow, soft and proud words fell to the ground, his blood relative also raised his head. Her voice was the most standard high Gothic, full of the style and calm of an elite.

[This may lead to a fight, Mr. Zhuang Sen, maybe, I shouldn't encourage you to launch this beheading operation: the relationship between the legions is already a little tense. 】

The Primarch frowned, but no one could see it.

Whenever they discussed in public, she would always adopt this tone. Before that, Johnson still liked it very much. After all, at that time, she was still his consultant with evil intentions. The biggest interaction between them was Business.

But now, he finds that he may prefer her lazy tone in private, the kind of sharp lips that contain a hint of malice that she only uses when discussing secrets, expressing opinions, or even sarcasm. She uses this tone in private discussions, dancing unafraid to dance on the edge of his anger, while in front of others, she is either a silver-haired lady of amazing ability or a soft-spoken mortal friend.

The difference in tone alone is something of a secret: after all, Jonson has collected information about her being so... playful around the Lion of Caliban, too.

Perhaps this is why Jonson's attitude slowly changes: after all, a person who has tasted the secret will only feel dull about anything on the surface.

But the current Zhuang Sen has not realized this, he just instinctively does not adapt to this business-like tone, the Primarch put his great sword on the ground, and casually dispelled the consultant's [crime] .

[Even if you were not by my side at the time, I would have ordered other methods of teleportation and beheading. I would not let my heir bleed in vain because of anyone's mistakes, even if he is a Primarch. 】

【I gave him a chance, but it doesn't mean that he can just squander the opportunity created by the blood of the First Legion. What took away his so-called honor was not my actions, but his dereliction of duty. 】

[If he still doesn't understand this, I don't mind a fight, tell him what etiquette is, don't worry, everything will come to an end, whether it's me or my Fenris brother, we know it. 】

Morgan blinked. She seemed to be struggling to look directly at Jonson's giant helmet, her silver hair cascading down the luxurious floor.

【Then, please let me stand by your side when the time comes, Zhuang Sen. 】

At the end of the words, she lowered her tone, whispering the names of blood relatives softly like the breeze in the early morning mist.

Johnson snorted softly.

【You can do whatever you want, but like I said, nothing will happen, we may fight a few moves, but there will be no bloodshed, and it will not develop into a real sword duel, unless my brother has been killed by the wind of Fenris Snow froze my brain. 】

[It's our brother, Zhuang Sen. 】

[Only in reality, no one is your blood relative except me now. 】

Morgan seemed to be muttering something, but Jonson couldn't catch it.

Then she amplified her voice.

[Maybe it will be fine, but ability and attitude are two different things, Mr. Zhuang Sen, no matter when, I want to do my best. 】

【Worth encouraging...】

In the middle of speaking, Zhuang Sen seemed to think of something, and he looked at his blood relatives.

[Did you do the same when you were in the No.15 Legion? 】

[At any time, but not everyone can see the abilities and attitudes of others. Even if they can see, not everyone has the heart to truly recognize them. This requires the courage of introspection and the awareness of failure, not everyone has it of this quality. 】

[Yes, that is indeed very rare. 】

The Primarch of the First Order murmured approval, his eyes on the door that was about to be pushed open: the thunderous footsteps had intensified.

[At least they didn't. 】

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Like a blizzard sweeping across the world, the rumble of the wolves echoed in one corridor after another. Even if the dark angels closed their eyes, just by the sound, they could feel that a heavy beast was brewing Anger and roar came towards them.

Zhuang Sen and his heirs did not wait too long. After just a few breaths, the door full of murals and precious stones was roughly kicked open, and the colorful world outside the door disappeared. It has become the most wild and primitive black forest: because one after another, furious demon wolves are continuously pouring in from outside the door.

A pungent aura broke into the hall first, it was the aura of wild beasts and tundra, followed by muffled rumbling of iron boots, interlaced neighing of swords, hung with teeth, animal bones and hand-carved runes. The Fenris Symphony, whose decorations collided with each other, wandered wantonly in the room, tinkling and ringing non-stop.

Until a shrill roar exploded, covering all the sounds.

【Leon-Jonson! 】

【my brother! 】

[Damn it, tell me!Are oaths nothing worth mentioning in the eyes of you Calibans! 】

[Or, do you think you can unscrupulously make fun of the wolves of Fenris!You know!That's an oath!Every Fenrisian will face any sword and fire for his oath! 】

The howl of the beast came from the depths of Leman Russ' throat, it was obvious, eager for a vigorous solution.

Zhuang Sen raised his eyebrows, he first casually raised his hand, and leaned the silver-haired consultant next to him to his back, then turned his arm in the direction, gesticulating with his fingers in mid-air, preventing those who wanted to form a confrontation front. offspring.

Finally, he slowly pulled out his lion sword. At this moment, Leman Russ was no longer far away from him, and the lion of Caliban could clearly see what his brother was carrying. An army: about 70 of them, either wearing blood-stained helmets, or showing tattoos on their necks and cheeks, and there is no concealment of the anger of being stolen from their prey.

[You're too slow, Ruth. 】

The Primarch answered his brother softly, neither sarcastic nor apologetic.

[I don't know what you are writing in a place one step away from here, and I don't care, but I will not waste my heirs in vain because of your hesitation. 】

[No one will wait for you forever, at least I won't. 】

【you!damn it!swore! 】

Leman Russ' roar was accompanied by the ominous roar of the chainsword in his hand. At this moment, the Primarch was no different from a giant bear that had been disturbed from hibernation.

[And now, you actually violated your oath, so fuck it!Touched my prey! 】

Zhuang Sen laughed, standing behind his lion sword, making no effort to hide the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

【Your prey?Yes, but he really didn't have any difficulty. 】

[Speaking of which, I can finally understand the great hunting achievements you usually boast about. 】

The wolf king of Fenris did not reply. His face was shrouded in gloomy thunderclouds and storms, brewing a terrible natural disaster that could destroy the kingdom. His footsteps were silent and fast. The roaring chainsaw sword in the palm of the body is like the roar of a giant dragon, telling the harsh gospel about death and killing.

The Space Wolves followed their king closely, and they turned into a chaotic wave of the full moon, approaching the silent and firm bank of the Dark Angel step by step.

It wasn't until Leman Russ finally stopped his footsteps that the wave temporarily restrained the gasp of destruction. At this time, the king of the Space Wolves was only one step away from his brother, and everything seemed to be unreal. A reenactment of the scene in the Indomitable Truth's hangar before two TSTs.

The Wolf King glanced at the shriveled head, which should have been his prey, and the Primarch randomly glanced at his silent knight brother, his arrogance that made people disgusted with his noble honor .

Finally, his sight came to the void in front of him, where there was an invisible and fragile barrier, a slight stench that he disliked quite a bit: it was the breath of psionic energy, and with this breath, his Eyes eventually came to a silver figure beside his brother.

Leman Russ smiled, his wolf-like canines were unreservedly revealed by the unrestrained smile, the iron-gray armor of the Primarch helped him hide in the dim candlelight, leaving only The lingering smell of blood under his eyes meant that the grin was not some horrible monster living in the depths of a nightmare.

[Pull up your psychic tricks, little one, you remind me of some arrogant fool brother of mine who is even more hopeless than this one in front of me. 】

[Maybe you are so strong that my senses feel that you are dangerous, but that's all. Now it's not a situation where any cat or dog can intervene. 】

Morgan took a step forward and stood beside the Lion King.

【I just want to express my apologies to you, Wolf King of Fenris, this plan of beheading was really started because of my advice...】

Before the words fell, Leman Russ' laughter turned into some kind of loud laughter.

【What do you want to say?Your words determine the will of a Primarch? 】

He turned his head and looked at the Lion King.

[You can use another method to fool me, brother, anyway, in your eyes, I'm just a savage who doesn't understand. 】

Jonson squinted his eyes and looked at his brother like this. He was tall and straight, motionless, like a king who had to walk out of his castle to meet the barbarians. The frown did not hinder his slow and steady tone. .

[If you can behave decently, Ruth, maybe not everyone will see you as a barbarian. 】

【Secondly, I didn't intend to cover up or shirk my affairs. I was just waiting for my consultant to finish her words. This is a kind of etiquette, and it seems that you don't understand it. 】

【Seriously, you should learn more, instead of speaking with threats and barbarism like now, which is useless. 】

[Now, get out of the way, Duran's affairs are over. 】

There were no waves or ups and downs in Jonson's tone, and what answered him was Leman Ruth's unaltered laugh.

【Is it?I don't think so. 】

[First of all, Zhuang Sen, the matter of Duran may be over, but the matter between you and me is far from over. 】

[Secondly, you are not qualified to judge my barbarism, Mr. Wen Ya, our wildness has made us, let us become the emperor's blade, the tyrant's nightmare, let us be the purest, most loyal, craziest, and happiest The posture of fighting in the galaxy. 】

【You won’t understand, Jonson, you can’t experience this kind of happiness. Even if you envy our lightness from the bottom of your heart, you will never get it. Since the knight is high in the castle, he will never touch it again. to the forest. 】

【Your words are meaningless, Leman Russ, I will never be jealous of you, no one will be jealous of barbarism. 】

Zhuang Sen raised his head high, and the words were full of arrogance.

[What can your barbarism bring you?Ruth. 】

【Bring this! 】

Leman Russ roared and launched his attack. He jumped up and turned into a falling meteorite. With the crazy roar, the Primarch's anger, unwillingness and boredom accompanied his fist , tore apart countless air and storms, and smashed heavily on Zhuang Sen's breastplate.

This unexpected blow made Zhuang Sen unable to guard against it. He staggered back a few steps, and the tyrant's head in his palm flew into the air, and was caught by Morgan on the side with his psychic hand.

Leman Russ still wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but what greeted him was the lion sword that blocked him horizontally, and the steel gauntlet and the great sword clashed on the throne, leaving behind bursts of ear-piercing tearing sounds.

【This is your purpose, Russ?As expected, a disappointment. 】

[It wasn't at first, but it is now. 】

[You still can't get rid of your savagery, my brother, it's ridiculous. 】

[What's really absurd is that you don't know what barbarism is, Jonson, but that's okay. 】

[You will know soon. 】

Holding the big sword tightly, Zhuang Sen forced his brother back temporarily with both arms. He snorted softly, first glanced at the silver-haired lady who had retreated to one side, and then turned his gaze back to his brother.

[On the topic of savagery, Ruth, you're just bringing shame on yourself. 】

【You're imitating, and it's a flawed imitation. Now, my brother, you don't need to mess with me because of your crude tricks that anyone can see. Put away your sword, we can always stop. 】

The answer to the Lion King was Leman Ruth's nonchalant laugh.

[If you hadn't been staring in this damn room just now, but brought your cubs to support my legion and let them know that there is a Primarch fighting with them, maybe I would consider some stoppages, Jonson. 】

Zhuang Sen sneered directly. He looked at his brother with a calmness and contempt that anyone could see, and he didn't even try to hide it.

[There is indeed a Primarch fighting alongside your Legion. 】

[But now it seems that he has accomplished nothing. 】

【…】

This time, it was no longer Ruth's fist that answered Jonson.

It was the roaring roar of the Kraken's Maw.

(End of this chapter)