Emperor's Bane

Chapter 109 Fairness
Rainstorm is coming.

Dark red rolling waves are brewing in Duran's clouds. In the blink of an eye, there are already lightning flashes, silver snakes everywhere, and the dark and stormy sky is accompanied by muffled rumbling thunder and accumulation of scorching cumulus clouds Together, they filled everyone's hearts with an incomparably oppressive atmosphere.

And under the whimpering sky, two gigantic beasts that are sometimes huge and sometimes crazy are fighting selflessly. The blood-colored light gently brushes over their armor, illuminating every inch of the cracks and cracks caused by the ferocious offensive. Wound.

Compared with the [click to end] just now, the two legion masters have fallen into a violent rage. They collided, hit, hurt and hated each other, and the crazy blades and axes were in the genetic field. Driven by his body, he was full of power, biting the worn-out armor of his eyes to his heart's content. After the sparks splashed, the blood dripped profusely, dripping thick petals all the way like an overturned oil drum, from the golden and emerald green The hall extends to the end of the corridor.

The two Primarchs were immersed in the purest and most abrupt rage. Although their reasons for rage were completely different, this did not prevent the battle from continuing. They wrestled together in corridors and shadows, through layers of doors and cruel Yuan, grabbed the opponent's shoulder and the big sword, and smashed the opponent into the pure stone pillars all over the place again and again, amidst the flying sand and dust, it was like two wild bears biting each other.

Jonson's extremely exquisite double-winged helmet has completely become a pile of scrap iron. The angel wings on both sides of the helmet seem to have been roughly broken, and they have long since disappeared. Ruth's situation is also very panic: a The ferocious sword mark pierced his left shoulder and extended all the way to the lower left side of his neck. This was the result of a desperate struggle between the two sides. When Zhuang Sen's sword touched the wolf's neck, the roaring battle ax His temple was just a step away.

In the end, Leman Russ had no intention of retreating. The Lion King gritted his teeth and kicked his brother, causing the Fenrisian to smash through the two-story wall and roll all the way outside. A stupid situation that ends together.

Then, he raised his sword and chased after him. In the next room, the two Primarchs fought again.

[You are simply a lunatic!Leman Russ!A savage madman! 】

Jonson's roar exploded in countless corridors, it was the total explosion of the anger he had accumulated in fighting the Wolf King almost to death time and time again.

【idiot!Barbarian!Wild dogs on Fenris!No one likes you!You good-for-nothing bastard! 】

[If the Great Crusade ends today, then when the sun rises tomorrow, the entire galaxy will not remember your name!You only deserve to go back to your stinking wolf den! 】

Leman Russ wasn't angry, at least he didn't look like he was, he laughed out loud, answering his brother's fury with a gentle sarcasm.

"Fenris isn't a good place, my brother, but at least it's sunny and fresh, better than some grove with nothing but flies and slime: Am I right, lord of the grove? "

Jonson let out a loud sneer.

[Only you will roll back to your wolf den after the expedition is over, Russ, no matter what the future is, no barbarians are needed, but as long as there is a war going on, I will never lose my role, idiot. 】

"You're the fool, my brother, and you're as foolish as you are arrogant, Jonson."

"What a radiant future our father planned, in which only the purest and most innocent lived, like our Guilliman, who, you suppose, would let a man covered in little secrets Where's the guy standing?"

【We are the Emperor's First Legion!We have no secrets! 】

Zhuang Sen gritted his teeth tightly, and every word of angry words squeezed out from between his teeth. Even all the previous fights and struggles did not arouse his monstrous anger like this sentence, so he rushed forward like this, which was even more tragic The fight began.

They rushed out of the wall and out of the fortress, leaving the battle and their children far behind, and came under the blood-red sky: this is already the top of the palace. The observation site used by the Lan tyrant to overlook his country and his people has now become a high-quality open-air duel pit.

There was a roar of thunder, as a warm welcome to the heirs of the emperor, and the churning silver snake called for the sultry torrential rain to sweep in, slapping mercilessly on the forehead and eyebrows, vying for the front row of this century duel.

The two legion masters rushed into the pouring rain. They kept a safe distance from each other, holding their weapons tightly, panting, both of them bent over, leaning forward, their eyes constantly Look at the holes in the opponent's arms and thighs.

At this moment, the sound of psychic fluctuations echoed in the heavy rain. The silver-haired lady stepped through the illusory door and came to the edge of the duel field. The sword of the wolf king floated beside her: the sword of the Kraken. Chew, that sword looks about as tall as her.

The Lion King glanced at his advisors and blood relatives out of the corner of his vision. He didn't speak, but after confirming that Morgan was looking at him, he pouted his chin in the direction of Leman Russ.

Morgan nodded, and the next second, the Kraken's Bite flew to Ruth's hand. The wolf king hesitated, took it, and waved his other hand casually, and knocked Aragos' giant ax away. deeply embedded in the wall.

[Now, this is a duel, not a gladiatorial fight, Russ. 】

Jonson's tone has changed back to the normal indifference, the calmest, most dangerous and most ready-to-go indifference. He turned around and spoke to Morgan in a rather serious and formal tone.

[As for you, Ms. Morgan, I want you to make sure that no one will disturb this duel, I mean, anyone. 】

Morgan nodded, and her and Jonson's gazes intertwined for a moment in the silk rain, and then they had finished a thousand words. The silver-haired lady turned around randomly and walked towards the only entrance of the viewing platform, her figure disappeared into the shadows among.

"You still play with words so much, my brother, that for a moment I thought you were Magnus or our little Robert."

The wolf king smiled sloppily, and the silent movements and face of the lion king did not make him feel on guard at all. In his life, there have been too many such scenes, especially when he was on Fenris.

When the young warriors in the tribe confront each other because of some quarrels, comparisons, or even simply killing time, their attitudes are even more brutal and devoted than real fighting, but this is nothing, even if it is the two young Finns who are full of anger. Warrior Rhys, after their real fight, an old punch, a banquet and a drunkenness can turn the page of the previous fight, and it will disappear in a heart-to-heart laugh.

Isn't it the same now?

The wolf king grasped his sword, looking for the feeling, his loose mentality and burning anger supported him to continue this battle, instead of bowing his head and admitting defeat in order to escape from it.

But Zhuang Sen was not affected by this cheerful laughter at all. He was holding the big sword in his hand tightly, anger was churning in his soul, but there was a chilling seriousness on his face.

[So, you accepted it, a duel, Russ. 】

The wolf king just looked up and laughed.

"Call it whatever you want, let's start, do you want me to sing a song to cheer you up?"

Zhuang Sen didn't speak, his sword edge fluttered in the rainstorm, turned into a crazy whirlwind, and swept towards his dueling opponent.

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Morgan didn't wait too long, and soon, the loudest footsteps resounded at the end of the corridor, and almost in the next second, a group of figures mixed with dark black and iron gray suddenly appeared from the corner , scrambling to find their original body along the direction of blood drops and destruction.

Morgan's fingers twisted the staff in her hand, and with a soft spell, a curved blade appeared on the top of the staff.

She waved it, cutting through the dust and sand scattered in front of her. In a blink of an eye, with her will, a straight and extremely eye-catching tangent line appeared on the ground, running horizontally through the entire passage: the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Accompanied by her movements, there was obviously some kind of subtle divergence in the waves rushing here: Arachos, who was leading the Dark Angel, looked at the line, although he silently muttered in his heart, but when he thought of the person in front of him The silver-haired lady's [Great Achievements] made the Grand Knight involuntarily slow down a step: anyway, the sound of fighting between the Primarchs can already be heard, and the situation is not that urgent.

On the contrary, Black Blood, the Primarch's personal guard of the Wolf King of Fenris, suddenly quickened his pace the moment he heard the sound of fighting. The wolves kept roaring, and completely overtook the Dark Angel beside him in the blink of an eye.

"Get out of the way! You little brat!"

Seeing that Morgan showed no signs of retreating, Black Blood couldn't help screaming wildly, but at the moment when the words came out, his iron boots stepped on a nearly perfect fragile tangent line.

Morgan, who was slightly nodding her head and lowering her eyebrows, raised her chin, and as her blue pupils grew suddenly, and her pale lips collided with white teeth, an invisible cold wave swept across everyone in an instant. Space Wolves.

Seventy of Ruth's best descendants were like fruit flies that had stepped into a spider's web. They froze in place for an instant, and even maintained the posture they had a second before: running, roaring, or wide-eyed. , Those stalwart bodies that can withstand tons of power armor are now barely able to function with only a pair of pupils, and these pupils are now all staring at the silver-haired mortal in front of them.

Numerous runes and anti-psychic pendants radiate light under the urging of the wearer or their own reaction mechanism, or emit the ancient sound of Fenris, but all these are just fleeting, and Morgan just reminded her At the corner of his lips, the runes that the Space Wolves were proud of dimmed one by one, as if scattered sparks were being swallowed by the night one by one.

She smiled, licked her lips, slowly lifted her slender fingers into the air until all the Space Wolves could see them, and then, swung them out.

In an instant, the waves of the subspace let out a deep roar, and the invisible air wave swept all the sons of Russ, the ice layer cracked, the landslides collapsed, and the wolves of Fenris didn't even make a roar, and they were all killed. Caught in a storm awakened by a whisper from Morgan.

[I've been wanting to do this for a while. 】

she muttered softly.

The Dark Angels raised their heads, only to find that they were being shrouded in shadows: the shadows were none other than the space wolves flying over their heads one by one, continuously, like a raging cloud, a violent stream of psionic energy After spinning them three thousand times, the group of guys with stomach juice vomited aside and piled up into a hill full of vomit.

perfect.

Morgan rubbed his fingers and let out a chuckle: There were no casualties, and the mission was not delayed, it's just that these space wolves need to sleep for about one Terra standard hour. Of course, the sleeping conditions don't seem to be good.

She even felt that some kind of resentment accumulated in this battle seemed to have disappeared with the wolves flying in the air, which made her look expectantly at the dark angel beside her.

Arachos met this gaze, he lowered his head cautiously, and found that he seemed to be a little away from the line.

To be on the safe side, he took another step back.

Regret flashed in Morgan's eyes.

On the other side, she snapped her fingers lightly, and then, accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing, the big knight's battle ax was dragged out and thrown at his feet at any time.

[Next time, remember to hold on to your weapon, Arachos. 】

[Really, can't you learn from your genetic father?How lucky you are to have someone at the head of the Primarchs lead you to war and victory, I even adore him. 】

【Treasure, you guys. 】

She crossed her legs, leaning on the invisible psychic throne, leaning on her face and hair with one hand, the staff floating in the air, while the other hand casually dismantled the space wolf hill, lest the fainted Sons of Russ should crush him to death.

She opened her mouth, casually looking at the silent dark angels, while uttering her own words piecemeal.

[If I were you, I wouldn't just stand here, at least line up in two matching queues, okay, don't always think about going in and looking, you can't help. 】

[Of course, I can’t help. After all, it’s Zhuang Sen. He can’t solve the problem. In this galaxy, it can be called unsolvable. It’s hard for you to imagine how great your genetic father is , After all, you can't reach his height at all. 】

Morgan looked at her fingers, and casually used words to provoke the dark angels who had been silent like death. Unfortunately, despite this, all she got was silence, not some warriors who were filled with righteous indignation.

If I had known it earlier, I would have acted softly, and at least kept a few Space Wolves.

She complained in her heart.

On the other side, Arachos grasped his battle ax tightly, his mood inevitably felt unpleasant because of these words, and he was even full of thoughts of going up to a showdown.

But when he saw the hilly Space Wolves...

Ah, it's just some fierce remonstrance, presumably, he can accept it.

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In the fortress, the battle cry seemed fleeting, but it still did not escape the ears of the two Primarchs.

"You made a mistake, my brother, a Magnus-like mistake."

There was a sarcastic smile on the wolf king's face.

"You shouldn't trust psychics so much, Jonson, and you shouldn't let one of your mere mortal advisors stop my heir."

"A psyker and my army? Oh, that's not fair at all."

【yes……】

The Lion King was also laughing, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, snorting a malicious sneer.

[It's not fair at all. 】

(End of this chapter)