Emperor's Bane

Chapter 108 Gladiator
(This chapter involves a lot of talking about cats and dogs, so in order to distinguish, Jonson will use [], and Ruth will use "")
【I think, this is a real sword fight? 】

"Whatever you think, I just want my fist to kiss your arrogant head well."

Duran was weeping, and the world, once so arrogant that it tried to fight against the Empire, was facing its own destiny: the smoke of war had been exhausted, and the cold and turbulent death was coming.

The orange-yellow meteors, symbolizing killing and cleansing, fell one after another, sending batch after batch of Astartes warriors to the ground. Although the leaders of the two legions didn't have the energy to command their subordinates at this time, in the wilderness and Thousands of Dark Angels and Space Wolves assembled in the ruins were enough to crush Duran's last resisting heart to ashes.

The death of the tyrant spread across the whole world in an instant through some kind of unspeakable telepathy. The old man who died of Jonson's death had ruled the world for thousands of years. In the hearts of Duran people, he had long been Not a mere ruler, but some kind of symbol, some kind of symbol, some kind of belief that sustains them to the death struggle with their invincible opponents.

Today, the belief is gone, and with it comes the breakdown.

Although there are still a large number of Duran people who choose to stick to their posts and fight to the last moment with the anger and determination in their hearts, the organized resistance disappeared the moment the tyrant's head fell, and the remaining The almost disorganized millions of martyrs were nothing more than a minor nuisance that made the warriors of the Astartes feel a little tired.

Massacres and wildfires scorched the fields of Duran together, burning countless once bustling and noisy places into scorched barrenness, and thousands of potholes were scattered in these gnawing flames, which was the most direct result of this cleansing. Proof: The Dark Angels' second wave of landing forces is battering the recalcitrant western fortress, slaughtering the last of Duran's soldiers room by room, while in the north of the world, the fangs of the Space Wolves tear at the cleanliness of industrial estates, leaving blood And the screams all the way to the Scarlet Fortress.

And above the massacres, the sultry clouds are gathering again, the billowing gunpowder smoke on the ground stimulates these frenzied air furnaces, the silver snake-like bright lightning and the rumbling muffled sound indicate that a great flood from the sky is about to come Scrub it all, however, no one cares.

Whether outside the fortress.

Still in the fortress.

After all, the storm here is far better than the gentle wind and drizzle outside.

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Anger slowly ignited on Leon-Jonson's body, as if it could start a prairie fire in an instant. It was a kind of anger that lost dignity, a kind of anger that was defeated in front of his blood relatives and knights .

And on the opposite side of him, Russ was also exuding his own anger. Different from the reserved anger of the Caliban lion, Russ's anger seemed to burn the world, continuously flowing from the body of the Primarch. Gushing out, like a waking red dragon breathing heavily.

The two Primarchs faced each other and circled cautiously. Surrounding them were the most powerful warriors of the two legions, while the two masters of the two legions held their swords tightly, catching them in their eyes and breaths. any chance.

[I ask one last time, my reckless brother, is this a gladiatorial fight? 】

"God, can you fucking stop talking so much nonsense, what do you think is what it is, I just want to punch your stinky face now!"

Very well, a gladiatorial fight would not endanger life, but it also involved swords and dignity: it was really hard to understand these savages in Caliban's way, and his language skills were no better than his dogs.

Jonson thought so in his heart, but on the other side, Leman Russ was obviously tired of this kind of waiting, he didn't bother to care whether it was a gladiatorial fight or a brawl, and he didn't care about it, all the things in Jonson's heart Thinking and thinking are nothing more than outputting to the air.

Sword and dignity?Is it important to punch this bastard in the face?

The wolf king of Fenris took a step back, and then swung his sharp sword, turning into the purest wind of death, rushing towards his brother, while the lion of Caliban was already waiting , The two human-eating weapons collided in the air like this. For a moment, sparks splashed, sword shadows flew, and the sound of metal and iron clanging was endless. The two Primarchs were so powerful, angry and focused. In this fierce temptation, they were evenly matched.

And not far away, Morgan was watching all this with ecstasy, a kind of belligerent gene hidden in her bones was aroused by this most pleasing confrontation, she was almost engrossed in watching the gladiator in front of her: this is almost all The top, most precise, and perfect behemoths in the galaxy confronted each other. Every confrontation between the two Primarchs told the theoretical limit of what physics and biology can achieve.

She witnessed it quietly, bearing in mind that this scene is more suitable for careful viewing in quiet time than a thousand peerless books.

But it is a pity that the actual situation does not seem to be suitable for her to watch calmly.

As early as Leman Russ swung the first sword, the howling sounded among the wolves, and the sons of Fenris brandished their weapons, applauding their lord with howls of foul and rough beasts, The roaring sound from the glacier turned into the coldest air waves, overwhelming mountains and seas, rushing toward the face, making the crumbling hall tremble in chaotic roars, knocking on the dark angel's armor over and over again.

At the very beginning, the knights of Jonson were able to face it calmly, but with the continuation of this great confrontation that has never been seen before, perhaps the souls of the warriors were moved by this unsurpassable scene , or maybe simply because he felt that he could not continue to let his primarch [fight alone] go on, when Arachos uttered the first cry from his throat, the entire battle line of the dark angels began to cry in unison Unlike the cheers and the wild howling of the wolves fighting each other, the knights of Jonson waited tacitly for Arachos to start again and again, and then supported their primarch with a united cry, smashing The chaotic roar of the Space Wolves.

This naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the wolves, so Rus' cubs became more and more hoarse, raising their voices again and again, and the knights were not to be outdone. In this way, more than 100 Astartes The Primarchs huddled around them, comparing the sound of shouts and roars, vowing to overwhelm each other on this frontless battlefield.

In the battle circle, the two legion masters were fighting intently, venting their grievances unreservedly, while outside the battle circle, their sons competed with each other like singing schoolchildren: your voice If you are tall, then mine must be taller than yours. The important thing is this momentum.

The entire hall was suddenly enveloped in an incomparable noise, wandering among the countless corridors was the hiss of sword blade clashes and the round of higher-than-sound competition between the Astartes, and in this place full of vitality, everything competed. Among the din, there was only one person longing for quiet.

After the dark angel's voice was so loud that it could be called deafening, Morgan, who had been watching quietly all this time, finally turned her head, her pale eyebrows were already wrinkled into a small pimple at this time: this is not uncommon.

She looked at those dark angels who were once extremely serious, but found that they had been fully absorbed in this sonic competition with the Space Wolves, and even the most serious Aragos in the past was completely immersed at this time.

Damn, when did they become like this...

On the other hand, the situation of the Space Wolves was even more lively. Many of Russ' cubs even pulled out a bunch of strangely shaped bone ornaments from nowhere, and with the interlaced neighing of their long swords and battle axes, Impressively, the Fenrisians sang their savage ballads in the ever hoarse voice, and for a moment they were able to fight with the Dark Angels.

Morgan stretched out a hand, and slowly, covered his face.

Is she going to work with these guys in the future?

The psychic energy was constantly gathering in the caress of her fingertips, making her seriously think about whether to give these cheap cousins ​​some [love touch].

And at this moment, the two Primarchs finally separated temporarily, they were out of breath, and there were some cracks in the armor.

Ruth laughed, a grin that could have been called acrimonious.

"How is it, my most respected Lord Knight? Are you tired of yourself? I always heard that you have gone through hundreds of battles and conquered countless worlds. Now you know what is the difference between your war games and real battles Is there a difference?"

Jonson breathed heavily through his nose, and he just sneered.

[War is never a game, Russ. 】

"What you're saying is really disgusting."

[This is just a fact, if you can't see it clearly, then I can only say, no wonder you are still so sloppy. 】

[Think about it, Ruth, at the very beginning of this war, where you wrestled with your little thoughts, as if we were trying to take away your so-called honor: I would never snatch a child's toy. 】

[Actually, if it wasn’t for your terrible disappointment that disappointed Terra, my legion and I would never have come here to clean up this mess for you. 】

"You don't have to come, my legion and I will clean up all this sooner or later."

[I don't want to hear about your victory in Duran at the funeral when I die. Ask yourself, Ruth, what can those bastards under your command do?With your long sword in one hand and the other hand ready to smack their stupid noses, you might as well raise a bunch of puppies, the dogs at least remember to hit. 】

"Yeah yeah, it looks like you've got a lot of experience with your little ones, I really hope mine's as good as yours, Jonson."

The Wolf King's tone had turned into an obvious sarcasm, and what answered him was the more obvious and angry retort of the Lion King.

[Yeah, that's right, think about it, is this hard to imagine?Of course it is hard to imagine, after all, no one can imagine the completely impossible. 】

Leman Russ sneered, he was not dwelling on this topic, but looked at his brother with a dangerous gaze.

"Stop talking nonsense with me, Jonson, talk like how much you love your legion, take a closer look, my brother, you take your legion, and you'll go to hell for any order from Terra Run around, a letter from Malcador can send you circling the galaxy, seriously, my brother, that bastard Magnus always calls me a dog, but I just feel today, in this place In terms of respect, I seem to be slightly inferior to you."

"Do you think that your hard work will be rewarded, brother? Wake up, no matter how hard you try, one day, when father chooses who to stand by his side, it may be Horus, it will be Saint Guiller S, it'll be Dorne, it might even be me, and you... huh."

"Don't try to be grandstanding, Zhuang Sen, it's a waste of effort. You don't understand father's temper at all, and you are not popular. My poor brother, even an open-minded person like me doesn't like you. What do you expect?"

[You are talking nonsense, Ruth. 】

Jonson wasn't angry, the corner of his mouth just curled into a mocking smile.

【Not everyone is like you. You have no friends in the palace. You don't know me or our father. 】

[As for friends?Few of us are as good at making friends as I am, and I'm more popular than most. 】

Leman Russ's expression was like a fly that had eaten a catty.

Where no one could see, Morgan lowered his head and covered his face.

[I can even assure you that there will be someone among my brothers willing to stand by me, so what about you, Fenrisian?Who can you find?Discuss the taxonomy of Fenris with Magnus? 】

Leman Russ grinned, and the chainsword hummed.

"I feel sorry for the brother who approved of you, Jonson, but he's not here, is he? It's just you and me."

"And my fist, and my Kraken's Bite."

[When did you name your two dog paws?It's a good match. 】

The wolf king didn't reply, he leaned forward, pointed his sword at Jonson's leg, the lion king's slashing came almost at the same time, Russ's roaring chainsword swung upwards, the two sides were in a deadlock, constantly Seeing and grinding, until the Lion caught a fleeting gap and wrenched Russ' sword out of his hand, and before the Wolf King could recapture it, the Primarch of the First Order would It kicked away, and the long sword stumbled all the way from the front of the dark angel, leaving a crackling sound echoing in the hall.

A sincere smile came to Jonson's face. Obviously, he won this gladiatorial fight. The Lion King did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it. According to the ancient custom of Caliban, he kept his reserve as a winner and waited for his brother to subdue him. .

Until Russ roared, turned his body into a weapon, and slammed on the Lion King fiercely, the two Primarchs flew out together like this, smashing countless walls and stone pillars, and the Wolf King caught him. Jonson caught his brother, punched, and punched, and Jonson's hasty counterattack seemed weak under the onslaught, until the Fenrisian finally grabbed the Caliban's shoulder, and with a growl In the middle, he directly threw his brother out.

Afterwards, Russ didn't even look at his brother, his eyes came to the Kraken's bite tens of meters away, he rushed towards his weapon, but before that, Arachos blocked him In front of him, this abrupt challenger made Ruth pause for a moment, and at this moment, the Kraken's bite had been pulled into his hands by a certain silver-haired female officer, and the dark angels moved silently, surrounding her In the middle of the queue.

The wolf king frowned. He did not start a new fight. The Fenrisian turned away and responded to Aragos' challenge casually: he knocked down the knight with one slap, took his axe, and swung Twice.

"It's okay."

Just as he was speaking, an extremely angry and savage roar sounded from the ruins, and Zhuang Sen almost jumped up, his hair was disheveled, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

The wolf king smiled, he was ready to charge, and seemed to be planning to say something, but before that, Zhuang Sen had already rushed forward, and the two primarchs rolled into a ball in an instant, turning into a rampaging iron In the blink of an eye, the ball disappeared all the way to the end of the corridor.

The soldiers of the two legions are still confused by the rapidly changing battle situation, but in this silent confusion, a slight voice has slowly echoed.

Someone turned around, only to find that the silver-haired female officer had disappeared in place without a trace.

(End of this chapter)