Emperor's Bane

Chapter 119

Death entered the room.

The Lord of the No.14 Legion from Barbarus did not conceal his hostility at all. His desolate eyes focused on Morgan, as if he was wondering about the indifference of this mortal, and those scattered eyes hit James The heart of the shadow moon wolf began to take a deep breath involuntarily.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and her hearing caught a chaotic heartbeat the moment Mortarion walked in, which came from Sejame beside her.

But after just a few breaths, the flustered heartbeat returned to steady again. Ms. Spider turned her gaze away, only to see that the fourth company commander of the Shadow Moon Wolf had completely calmed down: even if he was facing the obvious comer An unkind Primarch.

This couldn't help but make Morgan value him more in his heart.

Mortarion didn't stay where he was, and he didn't say any nonsense. He moved towards Morgan and Sejame at a rather steady speed, like an irresistible torrent rolling towards a beautiful village.

According to mortal standards, the meeting room they are in is actually very spacious. There is a huge conference table that can seat at least fifty mortal officers. Mirrors three to four meters high are decorated in the staggered floor-to-ceiling windows. The dimly lit room appears wider and brighter.

But it was too narrow for the stalwarts and strides of the Primarch.

In an instant, Mortarion had already arrived in front of them, and just as the Lord of Death came a dangerous distance away, Sejame frowned, took a step forward, and vaguely blocked Morgan.

"I salute you, Lord Mortarion, what is your business here?"

Mortarion seemed a little surprised by Sejame's move, he stopped his heavy steps, and took a breath.

[This is my flagship, the boy of the Shadow Moon Wolf, I can go anywhere. 】

[Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. 】

[Go away to the side for me. 】

The Barbarusian's voice was as hoarse and slow as ever, and his gaze didn't even rest on James, but he was almost engrossed in staring at the wizard: until now, she has not shown the slightest panic, just like his The line of sight does not bring even the slightest danger.

This is provocation.

Mortarion thought so.

But then, he heard the real provocative words.

"Sorry, my lord."

"However, Ms. Morgan is a guest appointed by our genetic father and an official envoy of the First Legion."

The words of the Shadow Moon Wolf didn't really finish, it could be said that it came to an abrupt end, but the meaning in it was completely expressed by Se James' actions: he just stood in front of Mortarion, not moving at all. Do not move.

This short speech and offensive gesture successfully attracted Mortarion's attention. His eyes briefly left Morgan and came to Sejame. The Primarch looked indifferently at the man who dared to violate The Shadow Moon Wolf against him: How long has it been since he was so straightforwardly offended?
An aura of death and withering began to appear in the eyes of the Pale King. Mortarion was good at this, whether it was those arrogant wizards or rebellious heirs, they would silently succumb under his gaze.

But obviously, just a little death and withering can't scare the head of the mourning society.

Se James just stood there, blocking between Morgan's silver hair and Mortarion's scythe, the most outstanding Luna Wolf was holding his hands behind his back at this moment, not even grabbing his own sword hilt, he Standing there, his silence is his attitude and his language.

And every second of this silence made Mortarion feel more and more angry.

He took a step forward, almost clinging to Horus' beloved son, and a suppressed voice of anger and mania squeezed out from between his teeth.

[Listen, you brat who dares to offend death, don't think that you can be so stupid just by relying on Horus. 】

[I am Horus' brother, the blood relative he really cares about, and you are just a nobody among his thousands of heirs and subordinates. Even if I cut off your head here, Horus will It's just that he will be angry with me for a few days. What step do you think he will do for you?Are you fighting against me? 】

[Compared to you, he cares about me more! 】

[Now, get the hell out of here, before I want to chop off your head! 】

The deep roar of the Primarch echoed in the room, as if the evil thoughts of the gods were falling on the heads of the common people. Even the proud Shadow Moon Wolf couldn't help but shake his body, but even so, Sy James still didn't give a damn. Regression, he even puffed out his chest, looking directly at the Primarch in front of him.

Word by word.

"Please calm down, my lord."

"Please speak with reason."

Mortarion seemed to be grinding his teeth, a chilling voice slowly flowed from his lips and teeth, and the edge of the sickle reflected against the dark light in the void, dazzling the eyes.

Under such coercion, cold sweat had already covered James' neck, but he still didn't retreat a bit.

Until Morgan came forward.

[Okay, James, it seems that His Excellency Mortarion just had some misunderstandings with me and needs a friendly communication. 】

Morgan also took a step forward, and she put her palm on James's back, as if to convey something, Mortarion could even see the obvious change of expression on James' face: first a little surprise, Then there is silence and entanglement.

After a few breaths, the Shadow Moon Wolf turned his head, his lips moved up and down, and warned Morgan silently.

"Don't move around, don't provoke me, wait for me for a few minutes, I'll be back soon."

"I promise."

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When the body of the Shadow Moon Wolf disappeared at the end of the corridor, the Lord of Death snorted coldly, allowing his eyes to refocus on the silver-haired wizard in front of him.

She still didn't seem to have even the slightest bit of fear. The wizard even dared to turn his back on him, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror leisurely. He straightened her face and the tall ponytail. Mortarion could see her pupils in a daze. A light ray of light flashed through.

He wanted to laugh.

How many times have these arrogant wizards, arrogant psionic thugs, relying on their own dirty powers, defied truth and science, his power and reason, time and time again.

But in the end, they all fell under his scythe, and except for that victory that was robbed, he never missed.

Of course, the wizard in front of him is still a member of the First Legion after all. Although he is not afraid of any of his brothers, he doesn't want to cause more trouble because of the life and death of a wizard: just cut off one of her hands. Well, the right to warn and punish.

Just as he was thinking, the silver-haired wizard had already walked to the end of the conference table, about five or sixty meters away from him, she picked a chair and sat down, even with her legs crossed, the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a casual and arrogant look words.

【Fortunately, Lord of Death. 】

It's exactly the same as before.

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Morgan leaned on his chin with one hand, and rested the other hand casually on the chair, dripping invisible drops of water onto the floor.

She opened her mouth and said the plain but provocative hello, and under her gaze, Mortarion did not fall into a more obvious irritability, and he maintained that reserved arrogance again, The voice is unhurried.

[You know why I came here, wizard, put away your shameless face, no matter when, I am never afraid to kill a wizard: no matter who he is. 】

When he said this, Mortarion's scythe undulated in mid-air, exuding a frightening color, but unfortunately, his only listener and audience didn't seem to understand what fear was.

【I'm curious, why do you hate psykers so much?Is it like I heard, because your home planet was plagued by a group of aliens with psionic powers? 】

【...What does this have to do with you, your ugly nature is no nobler than those aliens. 】

[No, Your Excellency Mortarion, I just want to know that you hate aliens so much that your two weapons, whether it's the scythe or the gun, don't look like human works. 】

[…Shut your mouth, wizard, I have my own weapons to kill those aliens, or stupid psychic fools like you. 】

[What weapon?Are you using your bad breath to kill them? 】

【…】

【…】

【...You ugly witch! 】

The Lord of Death let out a low growl of pure rage, swung his scythe, and strode forward to kill.

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resistance.

extrusion.

asphyxia.

The powerful spiritual energy surrounded him in an instant, and he even felt breathless. Every step he took was like carrying a real mountain on his back.

Damn it... It's only such a short distance.

Like a storm, like a huge wave, like the blow of an invisible giant with all its strength, Mortarion's knees creaked in his armor, and he let out a moan of overwhelm, and the Primarch raised his head with effort. , I even feel that my vision has become somewhat blurred and distorted.

The Primarch gritted his teeth, and he stared angrily at the wizard in front of him: she just sat there, motionless, with the most flat and ironic smile on her face, her fingers dangling in mid-air Then, every time he breaks through a spiritual energy shield, often before advancing even one meter, a stronger shield will appear in front of him, as if there is no end to it.

this witch...

He cursed in a low voice, and the noble anger condensed into an unstoppable force in his heart. With a low growl, he strode forward a few steps, rushing through several shields and psionic powers in one breath. Squeeze net, and before the new attack came, he raised his [Lamp].

Gunshots sounded.

It didn't hit, but the contented silver-haired wizard did get distracted for about a second: enough for the Primarch.

When Morgan turned his head again, Mortarion's scythe was kissing her white neck.

The Lord of Death smiled.

[You should use your full strength, you ugly witch, despicable thief, arrogant and ignorant clown, you don't know what a real battle is. 】

But the answer to his triumphant declaration was also a cold smile.

[I did use all my strength, Lord Mortarion. 】

The Lord of the No.14 Legion let out a disdainful sneer.

[Full strength?so be it. 】

He retracted the sickle, and a cold light flashed, cutting Morgan's right arm.

But just before the hit, Morgan's figure turned into illusory bubbles and disappeared in place. The next moment, she had already appeared behind Mortarion, with the same face that seemed to be forever. Changed smile.

The Lord of Death slowly turned his head, his face was very serious: it wasn't because of this miss, but because he was sensitively aware that there seemed to be something wrong with all of this.

It seems that something is wrong...

He squinted his eyes, and his thoughts began to roar in his mind, but before he could understand everything, the sound of eager footsteps had already sounded in the corridor outside the meeting room.

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【Enough, Mortarion, my most rational brother, don't lose your calmness! 】

Here comes Horus.

The tall wolf shepherd hurriedly pushed open the door, and behind him was Se James who had not been away for a long time.

The Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolf looked around the room first, and then walked to Mortarion's side in strides. His eyes wandered halfway, confirming Morgan's life and death, and then turned to look at his own. brother.

[Okay, Mortarion, calm down, my most cautious brother, what made you lose your sanity? 】

The words of the Wolf Shepherd interrupted Mortarion's thinking. He looked at his brother, then at Sejame, and then snorted loudly, although he muttered to Horus in a low voice. .

[An arrogant psyker is now on my flagship, Horus, you know me, we are brothers, you know how unbearable this is for me. 】

The Shepherd God blinked.

[Of course we are brothers, my Mortarion, in my heart, you are more important than my legion and all honors. 】

These words made Mortarion raise his head proudly, and his eyes even glanced arrogantly at Sejame, but Horus took all this into his eyes, and he didn't pat him until then. Mortarion's shoulder, hugging him affectionately, taking this opportunity, he suicidally advised in the ear of the Lord of Death.

【Mortarion, I know your anger and dissatisfaction. This is a very normal and reasonable appeal. I also know that you are a misunderstood wise man. Those ignorant mortals do not have your foresight. They will only slander you strength and wisdom, all this, I know. 】

【Why do you have to be so serious about a psionic wizard?She just got on the express train of one of our brothers and became a domineering mediocrity. Is there any benefit in killing her?I don't want to see you being accused more unreasonably and affectionately because of this wizard. This should not be your fate, my brother. 】

[Leave all this to me, and I guarantee that she will never offend your legion again. 】

【Your descendants are attacking cities and conquering territories in the most dangerous place, winning unimaginable victories and glory. You should be with them. My toughest brother is just a mortal. Why should you care so much? 】

[She is just a low-level dirty thing, not worth your shot at all. 】

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Mortarion left with pride.

Along with Horus' words, everyone present could see Morgan's drooping shoulders and the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. This scene combined with Horus' words was enough to satisfy Mortarion.

So, the wise man swaggered away.

And just as Mortarion's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Horus showed his signature smile, looked around the room again, and then fell silent for a while.

[Come out, Ms. Morgan, I know you haven't left. 】

The voice of the God of the Wolf Shepherd echoed continuously in the room. After a few breaths, the surface of the floor-standing mirror closest to Horus suddenly began to fluctuate like water ripples. After a while, the silver-haired and blue-eyed figure came out. , she waved her hand, and that [Morgan] who was vomiting blood turned into an afterimage.

【You are sharper than I thought, Your Excellency Horus. 】

[After all, not everyone will ignore the name of the soul drinker. 】

The Wolf Shepherd smiled and walked up to Morgan. His face seemed to be shining with light, making Morgan unable to open his eyes.

Horus bent over and stretched out his palm, palm facing up.

[Horus. 】

Looking at the huge palm, Morgan was silent for a moment, and slowly placed his onion fingers on it, like putting a snow-white petal in the arms of a giant wolf.

【Morgan, it's an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Horus, I've known you for a long time. 】

The shepherd laughed.

[It seems that James has often mentioned me to you? 】

A smile formed on the corner of Morgan's mouth.

[Why bother, Your Excellency Horus. 】

[The name of the God of Shepherd, in which legion is it not as loud as thunder? 】

For a moment, there was only Horus' hearty laughter in the room.

(End of this chapter)