Emperor's Bane

Chapter 126 Disaster Forecast
"...Forbidden Army?"

The Nova of the Second Legion clenched his teeth, and squeezed out an unbelievable sound bit by bit from between his teeth. Hector frowned: Even if he had been counted thousands of times before When his opponents were besieging him, the Emperor Fang, who was famous for his talent and willpower, did not show such a look.

"Now is not the time to make jokes, teacher, are you really... sure?"

"A... Forbidden Army?"

The ancient warrior Kairon is becoming serious now, with a straight face, without saying a word, and his brown eyes are staring at this strange, tall and terrifying opponent in front of him: Hector His team has been fighting on the front line of the dispute with Ran Dan for almost ten years, and such an opponent is unprecedented for them.

It looks extremely tall, maybe even four meters tall, and even the Astartes seem dwarfed in front of its fans: Although Ran Dan has always been a tall and strong alien race, such a striking individual is also the reason why the empire has never been stronger before. Never encountered before.

This terrifying opponent neither launched an attack first nor evaded the fight. It just walked slowly ten meters away from Hector's team, like an extremely arrogant and silent giant, casually sizing up the fourth place. Astartes warriors of the Second Legion.

It is covered with a layer of black armor that exudes an ominous atmosphere, hiding itself from head to toe in that weird shadow, it is arrogant, it should be arrogant, and the reason for its arrogance is also clearly displayed in the In front of Hector and others: There are several spikes erected on the back of its helmet, on which are the blood-stained helmets of several broken Astartes warriors, and on its limbs and bones, there are also blood-stained helmets. There were wounds and blood all over.

Hector could distinguish blue, purple, iron gray, and even black among them. He also saw the honor marks belonging to company commanders or elite veterans on the best-preserved helmets, and the bloodstains on those helmets Some were not even completely dry. Obviously, before encountering Hector's team, this extremely strange alien [Forbidden Army] was wantonly enjoying one after another killing ceremony.

Hector also noticed that there were some obscure but extraordinarily exquisite reliefs and inscriptions on this alien armor. Obviously, it was in a high position in its own race and organization.

But now, this powerful alien warrior raised his head, glanced at the sky that was constantly burning with flames, a deep and fast voice sounded from behind its visor, and Hector found that he could understand: After such a long After the war, both humans and Ran Dan have more or less mastered some words of the deadly enemy.

Hector could barely make out the alien's words: [Solution] [Task] [Escape from the test object] [Hunting] [Catch alive]...

Hector bent over, breathed, and took a deep breath. He clenched the indestructible sharp blade in his hand, moved his center of gravity forward, and stood in front of his team members. He squinted his eyes and stared at Looking at the unhurried alien in front of him, he opened his mouth slowly and asked his teacher for the last time.

"Your Excellency Kairon, are you sure?"

The ancient warrior didn't immediately answer his proudest disciple, he stared at the overly tall alien, under the cover of the other three in the team, his thoughts could temporarily go through the fog of time, to the place where he once lived in the holy Thailand. Back in time, to the glorious days when he had fought alongside the Emperor's greatest creations, he took a few moments to recall those first battles, those golden yellow mighty warriors he had left in his mind. impression

Finally, he shook his head.

"It's not the Forbidden Army, at least it's definitely not the Emperor's Forbidden Army, but it does exude something similar to the Forbidden Army, and I dare not think about the reasons for it."

"But we need to kill it anyway, and it would be even better if we could bring it back."

Hearing the teacher's words, Hector couldn't help but smile, it was the purest bitter smile.

"What an incredible goal..."

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【Menger...】

[Where did he and his legion go, this incompetent person, the damage he caused to the empire is greater than the combined sum of a thousand Randan fleets, he should be sent to a military court, or directly hanged ! 】

When Coswayne came to his gene father with a new batch of the most important military information, he could hear the low and dark roar of the lion of Caliban, like a dog trapped in the sky. The ancient ferocious beast in the bottomless abyss kept roaring at the only ray of moonlight that could shine into the cave.

The situation of the King of Knights in Caliban looks very bad now. His hair is messy, and the messy golden hair sticks to the ears and cheeks, setting off the scarlet bloodshot eyes. It's been a long time since he shaved his beard, and he hasn't changed his armor for a long time. In fact, in the past few Terra standard months, except for fighting on the most critical front line, Jonson has basically never left this place where he is constantly being beaten. The command room filled with more and more bad news did not leave the "Indomitable Truth" which had become scarred.

Coswayne was not affected by this wave of anger. As one of the most trusted heirs of the Calibans, he knew what burden his genetic father was shouldering now, and how much loss, failure and sorrow he was shouldering. Multiple problems caused by dereliction of duty.

He just waited quietly and patiently, waiting for the anger of his genetic father to gradually dissipate, and then, Coswayne checked the thick stack of literature in his hand, and began to recite one by one , chanting these messages from various fleets, various fortress worlds, and even from Holy Terra, these messages have the highest priority.

The Son of the Lion King deliberately put the most exciting part at the top.

"Good news, my lord, good news from Holy Terra."

"They have already learned about Ms. Morgan's situation: she is in good condition now, she is working with Zahariel's company, and there is no reduction in personnel yet, they are now working with Lord Horus' Shadow Moon Wolf Legion Fighting in the western part of the galaxy, she can't get out immediately for some reason, but once things are over, she will be able to return to the First Order soon."

Coswayne finished reporting the good news in one breath, and then, like the most perfect sculpture of a knight, he stood aside and waited for the reaction of his genetic father.

As he expected, the moment after hearing the news, the gloomy aura that had lingered on Zhuang Sen for several months dissipated a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made the most trusted son of the Lion King feel relieved secretly. Tone: Your Majesty, since Ms. Morgan's inexplicable disappearance in that strange storm set off by Randan, the Primarch of the Dark Angels has been shrouded in the most gloomy and terrifying aura, During those times, the entire [Indomitable Truth] was silent under this powerful gloom.

【Sure?is she safe?Still within the controllable range? 】

"According to the message sent back from Holy Terra, Lord Horus is full of praise for Ms. Morgan's ability and attitude. He said that he will clear up the aliens in front of him as soon as possible, and personally select the battleship to carry her and all the dark angels back to the first place." One Legion."

"Your Excellency Horus also mentioned that if Holy Terra agrees, he is willing to mobilize all his troops immediately to support Ran Dan's front line as quickly as possible. He also hinted in the letter that we can... take the initiative to ask the Holy Mention this from Terra."

【Huh... Horus...】

【The most beautiful part of his body is his mouth. 】

The Lion King snorted softly, but his mood has become much clearer to the naked eye. The Caliban raised his head, allowing his eyes to scatter in the room for a few seconds, and then gathered at the test room again. Swayne's body.

[Since this is the case, we don't have to worry about Morgan's affairs anymore, she can take care of herself and my children. 】

[Next, Kos. 】

The Dark Angel nodded, and then he continued to read, his words flipping through bad news one after another.

"The 446th Expeditionary Fleet and the 932nd Expeditionary Fleet have been proven destroyed. They were swept into Randan's control area by the warp space storm. This is already the No. 60 fleet that was destroyed in this standard month of Terra."

"The fortress world of Yoval has been proven to have fallen. According to the last message sent back by the garrison commander there, the people of the empire who were once ruled by Ran Dan seem to have been injected with a strange virus, which will accompany Ran Dan The approach of the fleet caused riots."

"The tug-of-war in the Duart sector is still going on, mainly revolving around the control of the two habitable worlds. Admiral Astra encountered the support of several troops who escaped from the warp space storm, but he still Requesting direct orders from you to allow him to destroy the entire sector at any adverse moment."

"The battle in the Smreisler sector..."

Coswayne briefly talked about the most anxious war zones. Every word in his words passed the lives of millions of soldiers and the wailing of the people. Staring at the star map of the solar star field in front of him: the last line of defense in the northern part of the galaxy has been broken through, and Ran Dan's vanguard has begun to encroach on the rich world of the solar star field.

Zhuang Sen began to think about whether he needed to make a big gamble: He needed to gather strength, gather the strength of at least three legions, and conduct a strategic battle on one of Ran Dan's only paths to stop Ran Dan's footsteps... …

Accompanied by the birth of this idea, the sight of the Lion of Caliban began to constantly caress among the thousands of stars, his eyes swept over the important traffic arteries, and screened the most critical part of them.

At this moment, some discordant words appeared in Coswayne's report.

"There is another message, my lord. This is intercepted by me personally. I think it may contain some...different situation."

Jonson's gaze came to his heir, and he looked at Coswayne in silence for a few seconds.

【Say. 】

"According to intelligence, shortly after the No.11 Legion disappeared, the Sixth Legion, the descendants of His Excellency Leman Russ, once sent a small force to Lord Menger's home planet, but no news has come back so far. until……"

"Until five Terra Standard Days ago, Lord Leman Russ began to gather all his great companies, as if preparing to launch a... crusade against Lord Mengele's home planet?"

[...Does Terra know? 】

"The conquest fleet was specially sent by Holy Terra."

"According to the information we have received, it seems that the Exploration Troop of the Sixth Army encountered an encounter on Your Excellency Menger's home planet..."

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"monster!"

Low-pitched curses came from Hector's clenched teeth. Morgan's chosen heir was feeling the numbness of his arms at this moment, and scars appeared on his body, like sharp storms scraping against boulders.

Hector was panting heavily. In his memory, it was the first time he had a disadvantage in the purest confrontation of strength. You know, even in the face of the famous black knight Sigismund Germany, his strength also occupies an absolute advantage.

This [Forbidden Army], Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army], is like a moving, living mountain. It slammed the heaviest blow silently, crushing Hector's body no matter in terms of strength or speed. squad.

Just in the first round, the [giant] Ajax was sent flying before everyone could react, and the blasphemous weapon was pointed at Astartes throat. Fortunately, this alien [Forbidden Army] Other aspects are far from being comparable to the human Custodian Army, at least, Hector and Kairon can keep up with the rhythm of its battle: although the strength and speed of this terrible opponent can indeed match or even exceed those of the emperor's golden creation , but in terms of reaction speed and skills, it is obviously insufficient.

At the very least, when Hector rushed up without fear and was struggling under its crazy offensive, it indeed failed to deal with the talented fangs in the first place, and when the four-person team When fully assembled, this profane alien creature did not panic at all. Its sharp claws and its profane blade made harsh grinding sounds, and the light of psionic energy echoed in its head and vision.

The ensuing battle lasted perhaps more than ten minutes. They fought desperately on the barren hills, swaying the same blood-red blood under the blood-red sky, and other things: saliva, acid, Sweat, bone shattering, yelling, cursing, smoking bolt muzzles, hissing knives, and tears that are either sour or salty, the battle is so intense it's almost unbelievable. It is suspected that it will wake up the sleeping underground monsters.

Hector forgot how they survived, he only remembered that the alien blade was like a hissing storm, and every swing of it would leave a real heavy wound on the body of the Astartes, and they could only dodge , can only escape, can only rely on Kairon's constant command and taking turns to carry the wound and struggle to the death.

They survived.

That's it.

He still remembered Ajax's painful cursing, just a loss of consciousness, one of his hearts was punctured, and only half of the other was still beating; Fading, his right hand was cut off again, dripping blood continuously; he still remembered breathing, the breathing of himself and His Excellency Kairon, they took turns rushing to the front, exchanging scars for their companions output opportunities.

He still remembered the Iron Warriors, those allies who joined in the middle of the battle. They obviously didn't understand the horror of this alien. Before Hector could speak to warn, the heads of the eight sons of Perturabo flew high.

He still remembers, but he has also forgotten.

He forgot how the battle ended, only in the blurry fragments, he could see that Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army] seemed to be disgusted with this kind of game of exchanging injuries for injuries, and its attack changed in an instant. It struck swiftly and violently, and some kind of strange spell was wandering on its body. It seemed that it just swung the knife lightly, and Hector fell heavily on the ground, feeling some kind of vicious spell invading his body.

But then, an unknown force beat in his heart: it was a force that made him feel inexplicably warm, and he supported himself to stand up, ready to continue to pounce on this opponent who could kill him.

Then, he heard [howling].

A howl loud enough to make any Astartes shudder.

He heard that powerful Randan alien constantly pouring out some curses, it threw them away, and seemed to be facing some unimaginable opponent.

Hector heard it.

Hector saw it.

It was a [monster].

An unimaginable monster, a monster that is more than a thousand times more terrifying than Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army].

It didn't know where it got out of the ground, and let its fat, flesh-colored twisted body wander in the sand and dust, it looked like a flesh and blood Titan built with scraps of meat and bones, and it looked like A living mountain that can walk, it rolls continuously on the sand dunes, that ferocious face covered with more than 20 eyes of different shapes stares at the alien Ran Dan, accompanied by an indescribable roar , it grew its own two huge mouths, revealing hundreds of sharp or dirty deformed teeth.

Its body seemed to be assembled from various corpses. They were distorted into a ball without any order, and only large and small broken arms and tentacles were exposed. Dozens of such disordered limbs accompanied it. Moving and waving constantly, at the bottom of this twisted body, densely packed hooves and feet can be vaguely seen, moving forward like a deformed centipede.

It roared, it was mad, it set off a battle with Ran Dan [Forbidden Army] without hesitation, and fanatically imposed its own pain and hatred on the only creature that was still standing.

After that, Hector couldn't remember very clearly. He only remembered that he was seriously injured and buried in the endless yellow sand. He could only hear the equally hateful twisted and roaring sounds of aliens and monsters. They were fighting. Biting each other heartily in the constantly boiling flesh and blood.

kill each other.

Hector didn't remember how long he had been in a coma. In fact, his memory of the battle had been completely fragmented: after the hideous suture monster appeared, he couldn't remember the details of the battle.

He only remembered that His Excellency Kairon pulled him out of the yellow sand, and he saw that half of Kairon's face had been completely torn off by Ran Dan's blade, and the pupils that used to roll brown-yellow eyes were now dead silent.

He was about to say something, but saw Kairon pointing to a lump of rotten meat in the distance, motioning him to take a look.

Hector was a little confused, but he did as he did. He braced his body that was almost falling apart, and came to the stinking lump of rotten meat. He quickly recognized that this was the one who suddenly entered the scene monster, as for Ran Dan's 【Forbidden Army】...

He saw the heavily corroded armor in the acid, and the gap where the monster had been ripped from the inside, and chose not to think about what had happened.

Then, his gaze was attracted by another figure, he stepped in, tore open the rotten pieces of meat, and walked step by step from the stomach to the chest, where a highly rotten Astartes The corpse of the monster is lying there: or in other words, this monster seems to be spliced ​​out bit by bit with this Astarte as its core.

Hector narrowed his eyes, he found that the armor was still not completely corroded, he picked up a fragment of the shoulder armor of this Astartes, there were faint traces on it.

He glanced.

He froze in place.

"The Emperor is above..."

Hector was stunned, his arm hanging down feebly, letting the fragment fall into the sand and rotten flesh, and through the light of the scarlet sky, he could vaguely see the almost disappearing traces on it:

【XI】

———————Volume Two, End———————

　The Primarch of the No.11 Legion was named Mengele, and what about him... How should I put it, his name has allusions in it.

　　Interested readers can look up Joseph Mengele, and you will probably know what kind of person Old Eleven is.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)