Emperor's Bane

Chapter 116 No.14 Lord of Legion

The Queen of Glory [Fortitude], as the leader of a pure gray fleet, ruled the world in a suffocating silence.

Mortarion is the sole master of this silent Void King, and he and his No.14 Legion, the same silent, determined and unstoppable crushing battlefield, are the only protagonists in this alien extermination battle: Although Horus is the initiator of all this.

The Primarch of the Luna Wolf Legion aims to further unite the two brothers around him through a side-by-side battle, so that Jaghatai and Mortarion can better integrate into his small circle. For this purpose , Horus even renounced the glory of this great war, and he took only a necessary guard, about two hundred veterans from Cthonia, commanded by Sejame and Abaddon, during this war, Horus and his two hundred warriors have been staying on the [Perseverance].

But unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, the efforts of the God of the Wolf Shepherd have had little effect. Mortarion did lead his descendants to pull out one galaxy after another alien-occupied galaxy, basking in the glory of conquering the city, However, Chagatai Khan refused to join any joint operations plan, and his reasons were extremely sufficient: instead of letting the Fifth Army and the No.14 Army, two troops with completely different styles, obstruct each other in reluctant cooperation, it would be better Let him lead his heirs to harass the frontiers of the Alien Kingdom. As for the so-called glory of conquering the city, if Mortarion is obsessed with it, Chagatai has no idea of ​​fighting for it.

And in the eyes of the Lord of Barbarus, there is no more obvious cowardice than this.

The so-called Chogoris Khan is afraid, evading, and revealing his weak nature without hesitation: this is a matter of course, he is just a Khan who came out of a barbaric world, enjoying the smooth sailing In his virtual time, he has not experienced Barbarus-style suffering, so naturally he does not have the noble qualities honed by suffering.

Mortarion didn't even bother to hide anything. In the depths of the Legion's flagship, his soft and hoarse words lingered in the room like a poisonous mist between his gestures.

[You picked a wrong alliance for war, Horus, my brother, you made a mistake. 】

[If you really need a ghost that wanders on the edge of war, then you can find it in my legion, but it is not easy. After all, my descendants are all warriors with glory, and they will not let themselves Willing to fall to such a point. 】

There was even a cold smile in the voice of Lord Barbarus, but Horus didn't answer too much. Just as the Primarch of the Shadow Moon Wolf kept a rare silence, Garo The letter came to Mortarion just in time.

The Lord of Death can be called furious.

But God Shepherd let out a sigh of relief.

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Jia Luo didn't expect that his genetic father would come so soon.

Mortarion did not stay on his Queen of Glory, but carried a cutting-edge warship named "Fourth Knight", and came in front of his battle company commander in silence, desolation and astonishment. Only his most trusted sons and warriors.

The Pale King of Barbarus wrapped himself in a brass-colored and bone-white armor, and he wore a light gray cloak, hiding his sharp and sinister eyes in the shadows. Next, his face was haggard, most of his face was covered behind the cloak and the huge respirator, leaving only two eagle-like eyeballs hidden in the deep-set pupils.

A layer of poisonous gas surrounds him all the time, churning and spreading with his slow breathing. It is a gift from Barbarus, and it is Mortarion's gift to himself in the burning of the galaxy and the stars. The last love of my hometown.

He stood there like that, first on the tall bridge of the battleship, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of his heirs. He appeared from a thin mist, like a guest waiting for a funeral and mourning, or as if he had come from The proclaimed dead who hastily come from the other side of the soul.

Garro looked up at the figure within the cloak: his father, his Primarch, the Master he swore.

"grown ups."

The battle company commander spoke, his voice was a little dry, and there was a very faint tremor that he didn't notice.

But the Pale King felt him.

Obviously, every soft flesh in his heir's heart is trembling, maybe it's the fear that has been eliminated long ago, or something else, tending to the instinct of human beings to preserve themselves as beasts.

Commonly speaking, Astartes will not feel fear, they are pure symbols of anger and judgment, spreading the myth of invincible war in the galaxy: but the Primarch is a product of superiority, and every one of them Every breath is the natural enemy of common sense, and nothing is impossible in front of these emperor's creations.

For example, the fear from the Astartes warriors is an almost pure beast instinct, an unthinking action brought about by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, even brainwashing again and again cannot erase it.

And now, Mortarion had caught it: he had caught the fear his sons had for him.

Two emotions bloomed in his heart almost at the same time. He first felt a trace of dissatisfaction and anger, which was a kind of anger that should be ignited.

He thinks that he really cares about the Legion, his heirs, and every death guard from Terra and Barbarus. He doesn't want to be a failed leader and father like his genetic father, so he puts His will fell on the Death Guard, guiding his descendants into the most powerful warriors in the galaxy, arming all of them with true and correct thoughts and wills.

How could they fear him?
But then, or at the same time, he felt a faint joy, a silent pride, a strange satisfaction of being recognized. At first, it was just a soft moist breath, but it was very Soon it was like a breeze, echoing in every corner of his heart.

Of course they fear him.

After all, he will incarnate death.

Who is not afraid of death?Not afraid of eternal silence and the silent scythe?Not afraid of the coming judgment and execution?
He was death, an ominous black shadow holding a scythe in the hearts of countless beings, his legion rolled over the stubborn fortresses, and annihilated the empire of wizards and aliens in the roar of the whirlwind torpedo: this was his destiny, he As the incarnation of death that the world fears, he will urge true purity and rationality to come back to this crazy galaxy.

In Galaspar, in Absidu, in every silent midnight, in every peaceful hour when he destroyed the conclave or the alien kingdom, he wandered in the moonlight, the shroud of death only forty-nine paces away: every At this time, Mortarion would ask his heart again, and the answers he got were always the most firm.

He will be death, the one whom all fear, even his brother will pray in his heart for his mercy.

Therefore, they should fear him.

As it should be.

Mortarion looked up, and he looked at the battle captain in front of him, a pure Terran Death Guard: Garro did not come from the difficult and unique Barbarus, which made his quality inevitably somewhat lacking, and he could not appreciate the galaxy The true nobility and tenacity in the world, but it doesn't matter, this company commander has some beautiful qualities second only to the Barbarus, his ability, his attitude, and his firmness, Mortarian has all been remembered in his heart, Therefore, he was able to control a large Dalian alone, and occasionally, as a Terran, he was favored and convinced by the Pale King.

This is what he deserves, Mortarion will never underestimate the merits of his sons, he has no disdain to be in the company of a tyrant.

He first snorted softly, then stared at his battle commander, his voice was slow and unusually hoarse, like a viper slowly swimming across a dry beach.

【Garo, my son. 】

【It's good that you conquered this world for me. I originally thought that you would need my support and help, but obviously, your strength and determination have overcome real difficulties. 】

[Just like what I have taught you, victory in every war comes from calmness and determination, and today, you showed me the firm belief you have. 】

[Just keep going, my battle company commander, the war is far from over, you will benefit from your tenacity, I promise. 】

The voice of the Primarch could be described as gentle. He looked around at each of his heirs unhurriedly, without arrogance or rashness, affirming their bloody battles in the past day.

But unfortunately, Garro is not a person who will indulge in victory and honor. When almost every death guard fell into a joyful silence because of the presence and affirmation of the Primarch, the battle company commander took a step forward and silently lowered his voice. He improved his own voice, so that his words would not interrupt the short-term happiness of the brothers around him.

"This is not just a victory for the Seventh Great Company, my lord, we have received help from the Dark Angels..."

He still wanted to say something, but the action of the Primarch had already stopped all of this outrageously: Mortari turned the direction of the scythe in his hand absently, wiped it lightly, and there was a snow-white edge under the palm of his hand.

[I know, Jia Luo, I know all of this. Your report has explained all of this in great detail, and even squeezed out your praise for the soldiers under your command. I knew about this place long before I came to this world Everything, whether it's a dark angel, or that, a wizard. 】

[You should not let her intervene in this battle that belongs to you, Jia Luo, this is a wrong decision, a choice that tarnishes the honor of the Seventh Dalian Company. 】

"Sir, I..."

Garro opened his mouth, but facing his own Primarch, he found that he couldn't say anything, although his rationality told him that this decision was not unacceptable, but facing the stalwart of the Primarch, thinking about the power of the Legion However, he was unable to speak for a long time to defend his actions.

In the end, it was instead a short smile on the primarch's pale face, and his words flowed in the air, causing the battle captain to bow his head.

[I know what you want to say, my battle company commander, I know what you think, you are my soldier after all, I understand you. 】

[You want to achieve a better victory, a more perfect victory, while holding the glory tightly in your hands, so that the blood will flow less. You want to protect the soldiers under your command, even if only one more survives. 】

Mortarion spoke the words slowly and softly, but in an instant his voice was hoarse again, and he lowered his voice so that only the battle captain could hear him.

[However, Gallo. 】

[Listen well, I will only tell you some truths once. 】

[Don't rely on wizards, this is the last time I'm telling you, no matter what, don't rely on the power of witchcraft, and don't trust any words of wizards, no matter how correct it sounds. 】

[Only rationality, firmness and determination are the passports in the galaxy. No matter how powerful a wizard is, he will only fall under the feet of firm determination. I have cut off the heads of countless wizards, proving this time and time again. 】

[Perhaps you will think that the use of witchcraft makes victory easier and makes the suffering of death less befallen, but Jia Luo, my battle company commander, please remember my words. 】

[Suffering is a gift, suffering is a treasure, suffering is the greatest source of power in the galaxy, it can make the weakest person sublime into the strongest warrior, don't run away from suffering, it is not a torture, but life A necessary part of the trial. 】

[Only suffering can create a truly great warrior, just like only Barbarus is the greatest hometown in the galaxy. My brothers grew up in a soft and gentle environment, so they don’t know this, so They are far inferior to me, and of course, I will make you far superior to their boastful legion, starting from experiencing suffering, I will let every death guard know the true meaning of war, instead of being pampered in the so-called smooth sailing conquest to win. 】

[So, don’t be superstitious about the so-called power of witchcraft, my battle company commander, maybe it’s very effective this time, but after all, it’s just a way to take a shortcut, it’s just a kind of filth that gets something for nothing. Could it be that under my leadership? However, the death guards beheaded enough wizard heads?You should be aware that when our armies came through misery and hardship, their triumphant sorcery was as fragile as icicles in the scorching sun. 】

[Remember this, Garro. 】

[Don't do it again, I hope to see an unstoppable [-]th Company, not a weak army fleeing from battle and bloodshed in the wizard's lie. 】

[I believe that you will not let me down. 】

Garro was silent. He lowered his head deeply, silently expressing his annoyance and shame, as well as his surrender to the wisdom of the Primarch.

Mortarion lightly raised a hand and patted him. Obviously, the Primarch was satisfied and pleased with his heir's attitude of knowing his way back. He was willing to forgive him, of course he would. Will the father really demand his children?

[Now... take me to see her. 】

[Meet that wizard. 】

[My brother Horus is very interested in her... Heh, he is always like this, and some of them are not doing their jobs properly. 】

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He followed Mortarion, and as the most trusted heir and brother of the Primarch, he has been closely following him.

Garro walked in front of him, or in other words, in front of everyone, and Mortarion followed closely behind Garro. They formed the top two of the team, and he could only be in the third place. Bit: For now.

He tried his best not to linger on the Primarch for too long, and not to attract unnecessary attention, which was not difficult, because when the silver-haired mortal woman appeared in the black wave of the Dark Angel, Mo Tarian's full attention was completely attracted by the powerful wizard rarely seen in this world.

As a psyker, this woman is indeed powerful and extraordinary. Perhaps only Magnus or a handful of the best think tanks can compare with her psychic aura, not to mention that at this time she is being surrounded by massive psychic energy. Wrapped in a howl, it might have been the result of a bumpy Warp trip, but at this moment, it looked like a provocation to Mortarion anyway.

The Primarch of the No. 14 Legion sneered unabashedly, his shrill, pale voice wandering the corridors.

【You are Zhuang Sen's wizard?I never knew that my brother had a penchant for keeping court jesters. 】

He laughed, laughed happily, this kind of wanton enjoyment until Morgan actually walked out from the group of dark angels, and performed a courtesy to treat his peers.

【Fortunately, Lord of Death. 】

She spoke honorifics, but everyone felt a strange atmosphere, even Mortarion's laughter gradually stopped, and his brows slowly frowned.

The corners of Morgan's mouth curled up, and she continued to speak word by word.

[However, before the formal conversation, please let me thank you for filling the void in my knowledge, Your Excellency Mortarion. 】

[After all, before I met you, I didn't know what a court jester was. 】

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The laughter stopped abruptly in an instant.

Standing right behind the Primarch, no one knew better than he what had happened: he had witnessed how the skin of Mortarion's loose, loose hands stopped their trembling one moment, and the next It became tense again, as if an old man had directly become a raging lunatic.

The Primarch's fingers were tapping, stroking the handle of the scythe while everyone was in a daze.

Mortarion fell silent. Along with this dangerous silence, some Death Guards began to reload their weapons, and this obvious action immediately affected the Dark Angels. After a moment of hesitation, Jonson Her sons rushed before Morgan and placed her under the protection of the First Order.

What greeted them was Mortarion's anger. He didn't make a direct move, but under his angry stare, only Ms. Morgan was still standing proudly. She even stared closely at Mortarion. pupils, carefully admiring his own appearance.

Mortarion snorted coldly, the aura of being a Primarch was completely released at this moment, even the most steadfast Death Guard behind him trembled unconsciously, longing to kneel and surrender again , and the Dark Angels closest to them trembled: not from fear, but from restraint.

And she's still fine.

What's more, when she patted her hand, an invisible barrier enveloped all the dark angels in an instant, and the aura of the Primarch was as useless as sand.

She smiled, and at this moment, he saw an invisible big net, protecting all the dark angels unconsciously. He was sure that even if the bullets of the death guard hit those shields, Also useless.

He confirmed it once again.

This is a powerful character, and neither Garro nor Mortarion, the idiot, has predicted her true power.

But he was different, he [saw] it.

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Mortarion still didn't make a move in the end.

Maybe it was Morgan's words that made him lose his grip, maybe it was somewhat unwise to start a conflict with the Dark Angel at such a time, in short, Mortarion swaggered away after abandoning Horus' order, Only the primarch's bright eyes were constantly shining with resentment, as if something was brewing.

And he finally got his chance.

During the journey to the [Perseverance], he noticed the mortal woman who was somewhat alone, she was wandering in the corridors, admiring the scenery.

He stepped forward, smiled as friendly as he could, and extended his hand in friendship.

"Karas-Typhon."

"Happy at your service, ma'am."

(End of this chapter)