Emperor's Bane

Chapter 114
By the time Morgan had emerged from her sea of ​​consciousness of fragmented memories and crippled senses, the warship's warp timer had indicated almost forty-six Tara standard hours.

In other words, they have been ups and downs in the waves of the subspace for about two days. At the very beginning, this sudden disaster did cause tension on the ship, but fortunately, under the control of the hundred Dark Angels led by Zahariel Under the persuasion, everyone quickly calmed down.

When Morgan fell into meditation almost involuntarily, the situation on the battleship had reached a point where she felt at ease: the sailors and slave labor were working normally, Zahariel's warriors guarded every corner, and the mechanical priest passed through the metal The grinding generator ensured that the basic operation of the subspace engine was unhindered, and the inexperienced navigator was the most tiring one: he was groping for the frenzied storm air over and over again, looking for a way to forcibly Opportunity to jump.

It was in this reassuring situation that she started her own meditation, and began to try to appease and control the turbulent ocean in her mind due to the sudden subspace storm. Before falling asleep, she carefully told Zahari Well, don't bother yourself.

But apparently, some people reneged.

Morgan didn't wake up in a peaceful environment, because Zahariel was constantly knocking on her door. Although she didn't break in directly, the bursts of noise managed to affect her rhythm. , she had to hastily end the work on the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy and return to reality.

As the price for giving up halfway, the aura of psychic energy was scurrying around her body, spreading chaos and discord. Even those with weak psychic energy could clearly feel the invisible energy waves emanating from Morgan.

She opened her eyes, frowned in displeasure, straightened her clothes, got out of bed, and slowly opened the door.

Before Zahariel could say anything, the words of the Spider Queen came oncoming.

[For your own sake, Zahariel, it better be really important. 】

[Otherwise, I'll chop you up into simmered meat, make porridge, and feed it to the Babarus rice bucket next door bit by bit. 】

Morgan's scolding made Zahariel feel an inexplicable familiarity, and there was neither porridge nor Babarus on this boat.

He raised his head, was stunned for a moment, then put these scolding words behind him, and told the current situation in the most eager tone.

"Sorry to bother you, Ms. Morgan."

"But the situation is really critical now, and we need your strength."

【What's wrong? 】

"Our navigator is dead."

【...We are still in subspace now? 】

"Yes."

[Then the navigator died? 】

"Yes."

[…Hopefully the next step is not that we need to clean up. 】

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[The Lost One] is a hunter-class destroyer, which belongs to the smallest category in the huge fleet of the human empire. However, unlike its brother, the Cobra-class, the current hunter-class destroyer is almost a member of the Dark Angels Legion. Armed alone.

Because they do not trust institutions such as the Mechanicus, or all institutions of the empire, the Dark Angels seldom introduce combat ships from the outside world. Therefore, in the First Legion, the Hunter-class destroyer replaced the conventional Cobra-class position. , their armor is thicker, their survivability is better, and their speed is faster, while their conventional armaments are not weakened at all.

And even though it is the smallest destroyer in the imperial fleet, the [Lost One] still has ten thousand crew members on a one-kilometre-long ship, ranging from the captain to the slave labor. The engine maintenance room belongs to the mechanical priest, and there is also the navigator's sanctuary exclusively for the navigator.

"Navigator Hesmere-Hughes, who has been navigating without sleep for two days before, without any problems, about one Terra Standard Time ago, he announced that he found a crack in the subspace in the storm that he could forcibly jump to, and expelled Everyone in the sanctuary is not allowed to disturb me."

"After 45 minutes, the left-behind staff heard his wailing outside the door and forced their way in, but by this time he had completely lost all vital signs."

Morgan glanced at the deceased: the navigator looked to be in his 50s, his face was thin and slightly deformed due to long-term intermarriage, his chin and forehead were severely protruding, his complexion was serious and pale , his eyes were closed tightly, and there was no wound on his body, as if he had simply fallen asleep: except for one thing, that was the third eye on his forehead, which was the most important for a navigator, which had completely festered and Disintegrated.

Obviously, it cost him his life.

Morgan stretched out his hand, carefully examining the remaining soul of the deceased, analyzing the last hour of his life.

She quickly found what she was looking for.

The navigator didn't lie, he did find a crack in the subspace where he could forcibly jump. Although it is completely impossible to predict where they will go, it is better than staying in the subspace.

But when he continued to explore and confirm the feasibility of this crack, he encountered a dilemma: some remaining storms happened to be blocked in front of the crack, which made it very dangerous to pass through it. After waiting for time to no avail, seeing that the subspace storm had shown signs of rising again, the navigator finally stopped waiting. He activated the [Paradise Disturbance] that is inherent in every navigator, trying to forcibly distort the cracks. The reality of the situation allows the battleship to forcibly pass through.

But just when the navigator wanted to touch the remnants of the storm, he suddenly discovered that this storm was not an ordinary subspace storm, and contained some terrifying elements that had never been seen before. The moment he realizes this, the elements feed back on him with hunger.

Unknown opponents, the environment overflowing with subspace storms, and the fatigue caused by two consecutive days of high-spirited hits had a catastrophic chain reaction at this moment. Before any resistance could be made, the main body of the soul was completely torn apart. The only remaining fragments were exposed to the storm, and were swept away in the blink of an eye without a trace, leaving only a short wail and a cold body .

Morgan withdrew his hand.

Her psychic power stretched out her will and came to the stormy subspace: the crack still existed, and the remaining wind that covered it still occupied that place, but this time, facing a completely different Level opponents, they didn't even hold on for a moment, Morgan just frowned, and those terrifying elements that killed the navigator were pinched in her invisible hands.

The Spider Queen glanced at them and frowned even more.

She probably knew what was going on.

[Notice, Zahariel, prepare for the jump, I will temporarily take over the duties of the navigator and lead the forced jump. 】

"...with all due respect, ma'am, will you pilot?"

【Won't. 】

[But it’s not a big problem to forcibly pull a destroyer out of the gap. After all, my mental strength is a few million stronger. 】

She turned around, obviously she was only a relatively petite body, but made the Dark Angel lower her head involuntarily.

[This storm is not like the ones we have encountered before, Zahariel. 】

[If I'm not mistaken, the First Legion is already in trouble, and if they don't—then the situation will be even worse. 】

[But no matter what, we must return to the real universe as soon as possible, and return to the fleet of the First Legion. 】

[Do you understand my will, Zahariel? 】

Zahariel, a company commander of the Dark Angels, theoretically the highest administrative figure on this battleship, looked at the [mortal] who actually had no position in front of him, after thinking for less than a second, he lowered his head head.

"I understand."

[Then, go and execute it. 】

[Execute my will. 】

This sentence seems to have a strange magic power. When the dark angel who was hesitant at first heard it, whether it was Zahariel or the other fighters present, the slight resentment in their hearts turned into pure execution.

"Yes, my lady."

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The forced transition went smoothly.

About ten slave laborers and machine servants were sucked into the walls and steel because they walked around at the moment of the transition. Other than that, the entire battleship did not suffer any losses.

The brief dizziness and physical nausea lasted on the Dark Angel's body for about a few moments, and then the sons of Jonson quickly came to their senses, even though Zahariel's subordinates were a group that could not be called [ The Calibans of the Dark Angel Veterans, but after experiencing the flames of Randan’s war, they still quickly recovered their status, skipped those mortal crew members who were still a little uncomfortable, and began to operate various equipment of the battleship, and mastered it immediately The condition of their galaxy.

You know, these Calibans are only in the Dark Angel Legion, and they can hardly be called veterans.

And the first feedback came quickly.

"There is a signal of a ship, it is a battleship of the Empire!"

The voice in charge of the announcement had a sharp sense of joy, which is understandable, because the moment the news came, a breath of relaxation appeared in everyone's heart.

Only one person did not laugh.

Ever since she was drawn into the warp by this weird storm, Morgan never showed her smile again, even the most perfunctory and false smile disappeared from her face. Harrell and the captain stood respectfully on both sides: Invisibly, it seemed that all the Astartes acquiesced to the rationality of this scene.

She gave orders, her voice cold and quick.

[Continue to investigate and try to contact. 】

[Order the bow of the ship to prepare for torpedo launch when necessary, and maintain a state where it can enter and exit the battle immediately before the opponent can prove its identity. 】

Accompanied by Morgan's words, the Dark Angels carried out her orders: they quietly aimed their torpedoes at their friendly forces, and carried out without any burden in their hearts.

After everything was ready, the investigation team also reported again.

"We have observed more signals of imperial ships. This is a fleet, even battleships and battlecruisers. They are besieging a world. We can observe those burning void fortresses and orbital defense arrays. The bow wants to Know, whether to continue to maintain the torpedo launch state."

[Of course, why not? 】

Under Morgan's soft questioning, the destroyers of the First Legion gradually left the darkness at the edge of the galaxy, and cautiously moved towards the center of the galaxy, which was under heavy artillery fire. Their whereabouts were quickly spotted by the outermost drone, and a cruiser turned around Turning around, there were several destroyers and frigates making the same movement.

At the same time, a deep voice echoed continuously in the battleship of the Dark Angel through the public channel.

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"Unknown ship, please stop."

"This is the Death Guard Legion. I am the seventh company commander of the Legion, Nathaniel Gallo. Please report your identities. Repeat, please report your identities."

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The communication was fairly smooth, but both warships fell into a short-term stunned or dazed state.

Garro was astonished that the Dark Angel's battleship would suddenly appear here, while Morgan and Zahariel were at a loss as to where they were.

The entire empire knows that the Death Guard Legion is now fighting side by side with Horus' Luna Wolf Legion, that is to say, they were directly swept by a storm from the northeast of the galaxy where the Dark Angels are to the place where the Luna Wolves are. The western part of the galaxy spans half of the galaxy in just two Tara standard days.

But it didn't take long for Morgan to be dazed, because Zahariel's inquiring eyes had already come to him.

Morgan closed his eyes.

She cleared her mind, and once again emphasized her current purpose.

She needs to get back to the First Legion as quickly as possible, no matter where she is now, she must get back to her brother Johnson as soon as possible, and must catch up with the feast of the death of the Legion: only in this way can she possibly A piece of the pie in the death of a Primarch.

This is her purpose, her goal, and she must act for it.

no matter what...

Morgan opened his eyes.

[Ask the battle brothers of the Death Guard Legion if they need help. 】

[In addition, maintain speed and prepare for landing operations. 】

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The Dark Angel's inquiry did not get an immediate answer. The company commander of the Death Guard seemed to be hesitating. He seemed to be caught in a slight entanglement and worrying about gains and losses because of some issues related to honor.

This was the case until Morgan ordered Zahariel to come to the single contact channel of the death guard captain, she opened it, her pale lips pressed close to the communicator, and the cold voice fell into the death guard's channel bit by bit. next to the ear.

Fortunately, she had heard and understood this Terra veteran a little bit before.

[Captain Garro, I am Morgan, the psychic advisor of the Primarch of the First Legion, they will also call me [Soul Drinker]. I have heard about it. 】

"...Ms. Morgan, hello."

"Indeed, I have heard of your fame and power. The name of [Soul Drinker] was indeed... circulated in the No.14 Legion."

[Very well, then I will make a long story short, my psionic detection let me know the situation in the world in front of me: you are fighting against massive opponents controlled by the mind, and your strength is not enough to tear apart these hundreds of millions of opponents. Waves and lines of fearless walking dead, your warriors are bleeding worthless in this war of attrition. 】

【The only way is to find the psychic manipulator and behead it. You know, Captain Garro, how much my power and the hundred elite dark angels I lead will play a role in this kind of action. 】

[Whether it is for us or for you, it is not a complicated or dark thing to choose to join hands against the enemy in the face of this situation. It is just the simplest and most simple brotherhood, fighting side by side, Is not it? 】

[How can a little honor be more important than the hot blood of a battle brother? 】

[Am I right, Captain Garo? 】

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This time, Jia Luo's silence didn't last too long. The phrase "Blood of the Battle Brothers" obviously moved the company commander of the Death Guard, and his answer came quickly.

"You're right, Ms. Morgan, this is indeed just a side-by-side battle."

"Now, then, I formally invite you to join this war, ma'am."

[Don't be so extravagant, Jia Luo. 】

Morgan exhaled lightly, her lips were almost pressed against the communicator, and the corner of her mouth finally raised the faintest smile.

[Since we are fighting side by side. 】

[Then from this moment on, we are comrades-in-arms. 】

(End of this chapter)