Emperor's Bane

Chapter 125 [Forbidden Army]

The collapse of all things is usually an extremely long thing.

But the collapse of all things is often only in an instant.

As Hector began to understand this truth, he was witnessing a rout he had never seen before.

The fall of the empire.

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The empire's fleet collapsed.

At that moment, it collapsed.

When Hector witnessed all this, he and his team were standing on a barren hill, with streams of dried blood under their feet, all over the land with a pungent smell. The corpses, most of them were various alien wreckages, and the rest were human warriors' broken arms that were almost indistinguishable. Hector even saw two iron-gray figures fell on the hillside. At the top, around them are a frighteningly large number of alien corpses, among which there are six belonging to Ran Dan.

Hector recognized them, they were two Iron Warriors. Obviously, they tried to form a battle group, but the Ran Dan frenzy, which had an absolute numerical advantage, finally annihilated their plan, leaving only a deadly battle. Wreckage everywhere.

Hector stood still, and he and his team bowed their heads and were silent for a second, giving a brief farewell. When Kairon knelt down and performed the long-lost part-time pharmacist duties, Hector Ketter chose to raise his head and looked at the gray sky of this nameless and desolate world.

The sky here is gray and blood red.

This is not a contradiction.

Grayness is the main color, it is the traces left by the thousands of peaks in this barren world, the heavy sand on the thousands of hills is carried by countless winds and floated to the sky, it is the traces that have not been touched for tens of millions of years. Any clouds disturbed by civilization and war are derived from natural selection, always accumulating the gloomy nature of rainstorms and thunderstorms.

Scarlet is the color scheme, the most tyrannical newcomer, the main color of war, and the only trace of countless warships and soldiers fighting fiercely, desperately and falling above the sky, it is like sharp fangs of beasts teeth, mercilessly piercing into the dark clouds, just like this, the darkest bleakness and the brightest colors are mixed together, sketching out an absurd and wonderful picture, and the ships in the sky The flames constantly bursting from above make the painting more vivid.

Watching this most beautiful, yet most absurd scene, Hector couldn't help but wonder how everything came to be.

storm.

All because of that storm.

Hector clearly remembered how that storm started. At that time, the fleet of the Second Legion was staying in a galaxy numbered 288-36. It was an ordinary galaxy, and the fleet was resting there. , while Hector was waiting for his weapon to be repaired.

And just when Senior Traasin finally repaired his weapon.

The storm begins.

Without warning.

defenseless.

The entire huge squadron was completely blown apart in an instant, and Hector only remembered that the small warship he was on had cracks at the moment it was caught in the storm, but luckily, until they were in the After drifting in the subspace for several days, and finally successfully broke through, their battleship was finally overwhelmed. After reaching an unnamed galaxy, it completely disintegrated under the illumination and gravity of the stars. Before that, they had successfully evacuated the battleship.

They survived for about a Terran month on that barren world until an Iron Warriors ship picked them up and brought them here: a makeshift Legion concentration system.

It wasn't until this time that Hector finally knew: Although in their eyes, Hector's team had only wandered in the subspace for less than ten days, but in the real universe, several days had already passed solidly. month time.

Gathered here were hundreds of Astartes warriors and many more mortal auxiliary warriors from at least a hundred different units and fleets. It took a while to cobble together a new organizational system, This involves some very real problems, such as the contradiction between a large number of personnel and insufficient supplies, which makes the reorganization of the organizational system somewhat realistic and... cruel.

But in any case, being able to organize a legion again, even if it is just a veritable [Shattered Legion], is enough to make everyone feel relieved, especially the hundreds of Astartes and more mortal auxiliaries are indeed a powerful force. the power of.

Due to the heavy barriers of the remaining warp space storms, they still could not get in touch with the rear front, so, under the suggestion of the Iron Warriors, they came to the present world and began to build fortresses and more defensive buildings. When everything just started, they managed to get in touch with the large troops in the rear, and got a vowed promise: reinforcements will arrive soon.

Not long after this promise was made, a large army indeed passed through Mandeville Point and came here. Unfortunately, it was not a fleet painted with the imperial double-headed eagle.

It was Ran Dan's main fleet.

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"Another Ran Dan's main fleet, how many is this already?"

Malcador, the handprinter, was sitting in front of his ordinary, even shabby desk. On his left and right hands were countless star maps, showing the world from Holy Terra to Ultramar. , everything that belongs to the human empire and this galaxy, among these various universe star maps, some even depict star skies that do not belong to the human empire: no one knows how Maka obtained these star maps.

The handprinter looked very tired, his face and his mental state were revealing the kind of fatigue that fit his appearance age, he was almost lying on his own chair, with one hand hanging down slowly, in those On the arm that could not be covered by the robe, clear blood vessels and dry skin were exposed, while his other hand was holding his pen tightly, casually placing it on the document that would almost never be finished reviewing .

He closed his eyes and seemed to be resting, but the electronic noises around him and more and more clerical servants were telling that the handprinter's work had never stopped. After a long while, he opened his eyes again. Eyes, a spiritual aftershock began to slowly spread around him.

He sighed, he seemed to be a little older, he temporarily put down all other work, and began to turn his attention to the star maps related to the war in the northern part of the galaxy, and he looked at them engrossed, Don't miss a single detail.

The battle situation is not optimistic. Even with the rich experience and optimistic attitude that Macador has cultivated for more than 6000 years, what happened in the northern part of the galaxy can definitely be called bad.

very bad.

The No.11 Legion has [disappeared], the purest Primarch and his legion disappeared without a trace almost overnight, together with their fleet, mortal auxiliary army and Titan Legion, even those on the front line The world that temporarily belonged to them was cut off at almost the same moment. When the empire went there again, they only saw Ran Dan's army sharpening their swords.

The impact of this on the battle situation is even greater than that huge and almost weird warp space storm.

The disappearance of the No.11 Legion created a gap that was almost impossible to make up for the human empire in the north of the galaxy, and the subspace storm that came almost at the same time as the disappearance of this Legion added fuel to the fire.

Too many fleets and legions were lost in this storm. The reinforcements sent by the Iron Warriors to the north even lost a battalion at one time, and no information has been sent back until now. Many combat troops were involved in the storm. After the storm, he even disappeared for several months in one breath, but Ran Dan seized this opportunity, and the army of the Alien Empire tore through several lines of defense that could not be attacked for a long time, and brought countless galaxies and worlds under his command , when Malcador ordered the First Legion to abandon their positions and move towards the last front in the north of the Milky Way to support them, the territory of the Human Empire north of the Solar Star Field had been completely swallowed up.

However, the arrival of the First Legion did not change the situation much. After all, these Dark Angels belonging to Zhuang Sen had suffered too many losses in the previous long war, and their combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced. One of the greatest victims of the great warp storm.

At least one-twentieth of the Dark Angels fleet has not returned from the storm or sent any information until now, and the biggest loss is the disappearance of that Ms. Morgan: this is even more important to the Empire and to the First Empire than the disappearance of those fleets. Legion's impact is even greater.

After all, the unknown whereabouts of a primarch of the empire can be regarded as a major event at any time, not to mention that Malcador is very clear about what his lord expects from that special primarch , and what a... interesting plan.

Whenever he thinks of that plan, whenever he thinks of the bits and pieces of information about that plan revealed by the Emperor to himself, Malcador can't help but want to laugh, and even the current bad situation can't stop him. A sincere smile when thinking about that matter, it is a happy, gloating smile.

Sometimes, the Emperor was more... nasty, and humorous, than he imagined.

Malcador knew that although the Second Primarch could be said to be the most failed of the twenty Primarchs, in fact, or in a sense, the Emperor did not completely abandon this Primarch. Second primum.

In his own way, he saved her in a certain sense, at least slowing her down to the darkest place.

In fact, in all fairness, Malcador is very skeptical of the Emperor's set [Since the jurisdiction of the Dark Prince is the most extreme emotion, then curbing or generally obliterating the emotion of the Second Primarch can greatly interfere with the Lord of Pleasure's treatment of her. Whether the theory of Control and Corrosion] is really possible, but he really has no better suggestions.

The Emperor did not completely abandon his only daughter, he murdered her emotions as a necessary means against the Lord of Pleasures, but on the other hand, he placed this daughter, also corrupted by the Lord of Change, in his By the side of one of the most trusted heirs, as a surveillance and caretaker anytime, anywhere.

At least for now, judging from the constant feedback given by Jonson, the Second Primarch is generally [controllable].

But unfortunately, this storm has made things more uncertain, but the disappearance of the No.11 Primarch has also fundamentally changed the situation. In the worst case, then the return of the Second Primarch is indeed something that should be put on the agenda.

Macado closed his eyes again. He wanted to have some language or spiritual communication with the Emperor. After all, some situations in the current battle situation were so difficult that even he himself could not handle them alone. If it is for Zhuang Sen, then Macado will be even more worried.

But he knew that there was no such condition now. The Lord of Terra was leading his most trusted legion deep into the depths of the webway at this time. Malcador remembered his serious face and hurried steps when he left. , obviously, there seems to be some serious problems in the place that the emperor attaches the most importance to. These problems are so serious that the Lord of Humanity needs to take away Valdor and most of the Custodian Legion.

Malcador opened his eyes, he had enough emotion, complained enough, and rested enough.

Now, it's time to get back to work.

He was thinking like this, when suddenly, a letter from the south of Terra appeared on his desk: it was a letter from Horus.

The palm printer couldn't help raising his brows: the relationship between him and Horus is not very good, it can even be said that it is bad.

He clicked on the letter, scanned it quickly, skipped over the necessary greetings and words, and quickly found what Horus really wanted to say.

He looked at it, then gave a small smile.

Very well, it seemed that at least he didn't need to worry about the Second Primarch's affairs in a short period of time, which slightly reduced his vast workload.

In addition, a Caliban who is still surrounded by self-blame and rage at this time should also be able to take a good breath.

Macado laughed.

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But Hector couldn't stop laughing.

"what is that……?"

The Nova of the Second Legion was frowning at this time, because an extraordinarily tall, silent, and dangerous figure was standing in front of them at this time. There was no doubt that this was a Ran Dan alien, But those armors on it, and its unique aura, Hector had never seen before.

He felt something strange.

And soon, he heard Kairon, the ancient warrior beside him who had served since the War of Unification of Terra, breathing in a low voice. He looked at the particularly dangerous alien and softly uttered an incredible word.

"Forbidden Army..."

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