Emperor's Bane

110 - Chapter [-]
Anger, sweeter than a drop of honey, rises from a man's chest like smoke, boils, burns.

Morgan forgot which book she had read this sentence from, it seemed to be some mottled ancient tome on Ahriman's bookshelf, but there was no doubt that she remembered it clearly.

At this time, she felt equally clearly.

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anger……

She felt it, so clearly, so violently, so madly.

So... ridiculous.

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The silver-haired female official sat on the false seat, she unbuttoned her hair, and her silky long hair swam like snakes on her back and wrists, turning into armrests and chairs to lean on back, and Si Sifa has become a naughty pet to entertain this inevitably boring time.

Morgan squinted his eyes half-closed, his blue pupils hidden in his thick eyebrows, and kept looking at the actions of the dark angels in front of him: Arachos was obviously an experienced commander, after a brief hesitation, his voice Echoing in the icy air, commanding the Dark Angels to drag the Space Wolves to places where they would not get in the way, while the other First Legion soldiers guarded the periphery, holding all the key points in their own hands : The war is not over yet, at least not completely over. In the smog outside the fortress, intermittent firefights can still be heard.

Morgan even noticed that Aragos's attention was always focused on the broken wall behind her, where the sound of the Primarch's fighting continued, and Jonson's angry shout could be heard from time to time: This is the biggest reason why the Dark Angels will stay here honestly. They are sure that their genetic father is still safe and sound, and they also know that even if they rush in hastily, they will not be of much help.

And in the same way, once the sound of fighting after the broken wall stops, Aragos will immediately cross the thin red line and go to his genetic father: even if it means fighting with the terrifying psionic man in front of him. He would not hesitate to deal with the possibility of a conflict erupting.

In the burning heart of the Dark Angel, Morgan saw this.

Of course she wouldn't stop it.

After all, just like in front of her only current blood relative: Jonson, the occasional willfulness and arrogance of the Spider Queen in front of the First Legion are nothing but a never-ending temptation.

It's just that, in front of the Lion of Caliban who already [knows everything] about Morgan, his blood relatives can naturally be more casual and willful because they have no secrets from him.

In front of the First Legion, which is not very familiar with Morgan, the mortal confidant of the Lion King, the powerful Alpha-level or even higher-level psykers, naturally still have to maintain a certain degree of restraint and arrogance, and even rely on the Legion. The [Arrogance] gradually increasing by the Lord is also understandable.

And all the waywardness, arrogance and arrogance are just tentacles that Morgan stretched out to investigate Jonson and the First Legion.

Morgan always wants to truly know and grasp, in this powerful group, her authority, her degree of freedom, her status and identity, and the greatest possibility that she can act according to her own thoughts and minds. How much is there, and can we go further.

After all, her instinct told her that she seemed to have a relatively long relationship with Zhuang Sen and the First Legion.

And it was in this kind of constant observation and exploration that Morgan gradually discovered an interesting thing: Maybe the Dark Angel didn't respect Jonson like the Thousand Sons did to Magnus, nor did he treat him like a god. The Iron Warriors were as antsy as they were to Perturabo, but even the most arrogant Dark Angels veterans were unwittingly swaying toward their Primarch, even though they might not like him in their hearts.

The influence of the Primarch on the Legion seems to be stronger than she imagined. No matter how the Astartes feel about their Primarch, they seem to congenitally take the cognition and behavior of the Primarch as a matter of course. laws of truth and reality.

For example, when the Primarch of the First Legion made no secret of his trust in his mortal advisors, Morgan could feel the pervasive aura aboard the Indomitable Truth in the days that followed. , to her respect and etiquette.

If before this, these very experienced fighters only recognized her spiritual power, then now, they are indeed expressing the closest [respect] attitude to the existence of [Morgan] itself.

Obviously, even in the First Legion where the image of the Primarch is not so strong, Jonson's words and deeds can still easily change the attitudes and thoughts of most soldiers, which is like a brand in some kind of blood.

Morgan made a mental note of this.

She believes that one day, she will use this.

And this is just one of her gains during this period of time. Using the Dark Angel Legion as a template, supplemented by the glimpse of the Thousand Sons Legion and the Iron Warriors Legion, Morgan analyzed the relationship between the Primarch and the Iron Warriors Legion in her heart. That magical chemistry between the legions.

She wasn't too worried about the harm her actions would bring: as long as she was still the capable blood relative, as long as she was the incomparably powerful psyker, as long as she was still the one who walked in the center of the battle line and directly or indirectly saved the As the backbone of the legion of thousands or even tens of thousands of Dark Angel veterans, her petty wayward behavior will naturally be laughed off.

After all, whether it is in the eyes of Jonson or the cognition of the dark angels, there are thousands of emergencies in the galaxy, which are more troublesome and more troublesome than the laziness and willfulness of this Persian cat lady. It requires undivided attention.

Especially after Jonson expressed his trust in Morgan, even the anti-psychic veterans around her have gradually dispersed. Morgan can freely walk in the fleet, or carry out his own small business .

For example, the perception of emotions.

Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of funny logic about fate and success or failure. She really didn't expect that a sudden whim after a failure would become the key thrust for her to master the first step.

Maybe she should thank that mortal, that old man Duran with a gray beard who died under her knife, what is his name?

Forget it, that doesn't matter.

She nodded, thinking so in her heart, and at this moment, a violent impact sound came from behind her, it was like two huge hammers smashing through the decayed wall, tearing the whole Room.

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

She looked up and found that Aragos was also watching her. The Dark Angel didn't move immediately, because after the impact, the roar and fighting sounded again soon.

Driven by curiosity, Miss Persian Cat secretly explored her psychic powers and observed some things inside.

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tsk...

Then, she met Aragos's gaze again, showing a silent smile with no emotion.

[For the sake of certain established cognitions and glorious images in your mind, knight. 】

【I don't suggest you go in now. 】

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fighting.

Never ending battle.

No need to say much, only fight.

No one compromises.

And no one backed down.

Zhuang Sen brandished his lion sword, squeezed the last bit of strength in his arms almost numbly, his two hearts were constantly beating faster and faster under the urging of his firm will, commanding every muscle and nerve forcefully: One more ounce of strength, one more round, and another attack.

Both arms and legs are as stiff as steel and as heavy as mountains, but the lion is stronger in will and steel, more stubborn than mountains, and he ruthlessly commands his body: continue to fight.

On the opposite side, the situation of the Lord of Fenris is not optimistic at all: Russ' limbs and skeletons are already covered with scars, especially the wound on his right leg, which has obviously affected his ability in battle. Rhythm and speed, obviously, in the competition of swordsmanship and skills, the Fenrisian is far from his opponent of his Caliban brothers. Although he can also hurt his Lion brothers, but compared with Jonson's counterattack Not worth mentioning.

But even so, the fury and fury still supported his onslaught, and every sharp pounce of his still forced Jonson to concentrate all his energy to fight: the Fenrisian was far bigger and stronger than his brother, and he could Suffering more damage, even if his savage attack only hits once, the effect is extraordinary.

Ruth swung his fist hard, wiped the broken lion helmet, and hit the marble statue behind Jonson, which may have weighed a ton. The blow was completely smashed into pieces, and the bricks and stones were flying. Zhuang Sen also seized this opportunity, grabbed Ruth's outstretched arm, pushed his shoulder, and threw his brother into the wall on the other side: And during these times, their other hands were also holding their respective swords tightly, biting and shaking constantly in mid-air.

The torrential rain, mixed with the sultry atmosphere in the dark red clouds, kept falling on the armors of the two Primarchs. The dilapidated walls continued to disintegrate under the torrential rain, revealing their fragile inner parts, which even made This viewing platform has become less safe and secret, but even so, the two legion masters still have no intention of stopping.

Now, it was pure anger that supported this battle. They had long forgotten the reason for the fight. The pure soul of the fighters and the anxious desire to win supported them, launching unthinking attacks again and again.

Jonson and Russ, they were wrestling and confronting each other, their tall figures hovering on the left and right sides of the platform, until another short-lived victory: Caliban's king of knights successfully captured his brother An omission, his sword edge pushed Ruth all the way to the side wall of the viewing platform: this place was damaged in the previous battle, and under the impact of the heavy rain, it had collapsed in half, revealing another room. Stairs, and half a floor below the space.

Jonson rushed up and continued to engage his brother with a big sword. At the same time, his other hand grabbed the black wolf skin on Ruth's body, but the huge force tore it apart. fur, leaving only the complicated rune pendants clanging to the ground.

Russ seized the opportunity and rammed his brother head-on. The two Primarchs grinded each other's longswords back and forth almost face-to-face, knocking against the crumbling walls around them.

Finally, under the impact caused by another confrontation, the side wall that had long been unable to support completely collapsed, and even part of the floor was involved, implicating the two primarchs who refused to take a step back. .

Jonson and Russ, at this moment, they twisted together under the influence of gravity and slippery friction, the power armor between each other has been hooked together, the two primarchs are like an irregular Like an iron ball, it fell on the stairs, rolled all the way down, smashed through this fragile building, and fell into the lower space, splashing clouds of dust.

But just at the moment when they stopped, the two separated Primarchs had already struggled to get up, the anger in their eyes still hadn't diminished in the slightest, but: Lion Sword has disappeared in the chaos just now, Kraken Zhiba didn't know which corner it rolled into.

In the next moment, both of them clenched their fists, and then, like pure beasts, they roared completely meaningless words and charged again.

This time, there is no art of fighting, no rules of combat, and the two once great and wise Primarchs have become beasts driven by rage. Their only desire now is to bring their opponents down. land, to win.

The two wrestled together. They each waved their fists. The whip legs protected by iron boots were raging in the air. When it rained, the ground was full of slippery smell. They fell to the ground, and after that, they didn't care about getting up, just tore each other on the ground, beat each other, rolled around in the mud, punched each other's faces, and added their own saliva by the way.

The dilapidated power armor was constantly dripping with blood, mixed with mud. At this moment, neither Jonson nor Russ seemed like a great figure who could command the legion and the kingdom. Instead, they looked like two bastards, two Drunkards, two fools juggling in the rain.

Finally, Russ, who was superior in brute strength, took Jonson's blow forcefully, and then punched him on the temple. This was a successful blow, and he completely smashed the lion helmet , and even Jonson fell into a brief moment of confusion and sluggishness. Ruth seized the opportunity. He struggled to get up, slipping on the muddy ground, and finally took one of Jonson's arms and threw him away. go out.

Zhuang Sen hit the wall heavily and didn't get up for a while. This is undoubtedly a good chance for victory, but when Ruth really stood up, he saw the puddles under his feet and saw his condition: the scars Tired, with disheveled hair, pain biting every joint of him, every muscle was so sore and hot that it was unbearable, even his wolf fur had been roughly torn to pieces, and what was left was only pieces Raggedy garbage.

He looked back at Jonson: he was even worse off.

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What are they doing?
For a moment, this question got into Ruth's mind, and then spread like a virus. The wolf king of Fenris just stood there, motionless.

He stayed for a while.

Then, he smiled.

A wave of laughter emanated from the wolf king's throat, joy and absurdity danced in his chest, and he just stood there, laughing.

At least he doesn't seem angry anymore.

Zhuang Sen got up staggeringly, most of his face was covered with blood, but his gaze was still burning like a torch.

【what are you laughing at? 】

He took a step, stumbling into his brother, fists clenched tightly.

Ruth seemed to be stunned for a while before he realized that his brother was asking a question, and the wolf king was also struggling to stand up. His body was a little crooked at this moment, because it seemed that one of his ribs was almost broken.

"Emperor's egg, brother."

Ruth laughed, louder and louder, coughing while laughing, and kept spitting out a large amount of blood in his throat.

"What are we doing, brother?"

Zhuang Sen staggered and walked in front of the Wolf King. Half of his body was illuminated by the still burning flames outside, like a blood knight hiding in the darkness.

[Will you...surrender...surrender? 】

"……What?"

[You, vote, no, vote, surrender! 】

"...What are you talking about?"

【this!yes!one game!duel! 】

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It's just crazy.

Ruth couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his head and laughed heartily.

Be it the executioner's mission, the Great Crusade, the illnesses among the legions, the political entanglements among the Primarchs, or even the fate of the human race, all of them have been forgotten at this moment.
Fuck, crazy.

Both of them, they were crazy, they were crazy together, like two biggest fools without a brain.

Just like Magnus.

He laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Do you know what we look like now?"

"Brother, we're like..."

"Two big stupid idiots."

Ruth spits out the words, and then, he just wants to keep laughing, keep laughing maniacally until the end of time for the sheer joy he hasn't had in a long time.

Then, he saw Jonson's shambling steps.

He saw the blood-stained fist raised high.

he saw...

"boom!"

The iron fist swung down, and the primarch's tall, undefended body fell down like this. Jonson looked at his brother, at the silly face that was still smiling before he was knocked unconscious.

He spat, and the last weak words slipped into Leman Russ' ears like a wisp of smoke.

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【You are the fool. 】

(End of this chapter)