Emperor's Bane

Chapter 127 Something Has Changed

The final crusade against the Druen alien was much more laborious than imagined.

Before Morgan, Zahariel, and a hundred Dark Angels entered the war, the three Primarchs and their children had fought for six standard months in this dead and profane sector. For a long time, during this period, the only thing they could see were tens of millions of controlled human beings like shriveled corpses, and the most distorted and profane mind-controlling aliens.

Mortarion and his Death Guard relentlessly cleaned world after world of those swollen, tentacled psionic monsters whom the Barbarus had brought to their last place in the galaxy with great fervor. Every trace is wiped away: just like they've been doing for decades.

Even the most picky officer could not challenge the Lord of the Death Guard's enthusiasm and attitude towards this war of extermination in any way. Except for very few occasions, Mortarion always took the lead, and he would hold the hand full of memories. Wielding the alien pistol bestowed by the Emperor himself, he charged at the forefront of the legion, with endless waves of death guards on his left, right and behind him, like an unstoppable white-green sandstorm, All the resistance and desperate struggles of those blasphemous aliens were trampled under their feet, and their bones were ashes.

The No.14 Legion has neither a war cry nor a passion visible to the naked eye, but only the tenacity and tenacity to carry out every war and massacre to the end: there is no doubt that they are great fighters at this time, and at this time Mortarion is also a hero who opened up the territory for mankind.

At the very least, in this battle, he contributed the most.

Everyone thought so, whether it was every mortal sailor in the fleet, every Astartes warrior in the Legion, or the two Primarchs who also participated in and commanded the war: Jaghatai It doesn't matter what other people think, and that's exactly what Horus wants others to think.

For the God of the Shepherd, such feats as recovering a star area and exterminating a kind of alien are nothing to him. His resume and ambition have those who are bigger, crazier, and more brilliant desire.

And if a little deeds and humility like this can feed Mortarion, and let this brother who controls a powerful army and is also strong in himself can further integrate into his small circle of Horus, that is a great achievement. Best deal ever: Horus was well aware that his brother Barbarus might not have the same genuine affection for the Empire and the Emperor as he did, but he was not troubled by it.

In the heart of the Wolf Shepherd, as long as Mortarion can maintain the most sincere friendship with him, there is no more difference from the Lord of Barbarus' direct allegiance to the Emperor.

As for Jaghatai, there was no need for such trouble, and Horus was well aware that merit, affection, or applause was not what the Lord of the Ice-Blue Sky needed: although most Primarchs would be intoxicated by it.

What Chagatai really wanted was the friendship of brothers fighting side by side, the freedom to gallop and kill enemies with his heirs. Khan's sharp blade would not be wielded for the so-called benefits and favors, but for his own He wields it for his heir, just as he wields it for his brother, and even for those weaklings he has never met.

As for their gratitude, fear, misunderstanding or even hatred?
This has never been in the scope of Chagatai's concern: this great Khan from Chogoris duly discarded countless so-called honors and life values, leaving only the most sincere, noble and most worthwhile to stick to.

He will not fight.

But will not compromise.

Horus knew this, so he became Jaghatai's real brother, not a so-called blood relative.

And when the empire's combined fleet finally tore through countless obstacles and powerful enemies, and drove straight to the last node of the Druen alien blasphemy empire, what appeared in front of them was a pale and huge world, even the expeditionary force The gathering of all the ships in the world is far from being able to prevent the light of the stars from shining on this hell full of suffering and malice.

On the Glorious Queen-class battleship of the Death Guard, the Wolf God spent about 15 minutes announcing the battle plan in detail: First, the first wave of landing troops will be composed entirely of Mortarion's descendants. The Guardian Legion will enjoy the glory of being the vanguard alone, and Mortarion himself will fight side by side with his sons. He will follow the first batch of drop pods to the ground, and meet the deadliest anti-aircraft fire before his sons with the resisters.

The second wave of landing troops will be composed of Horus and Khan, as well as their carefully selected elites. Morgan and some of the best dark angels will also join it, and Ms. Spider herself will be the wolf shepherd. She deliberately stayed by her side, and Horus even specially arranged a [guard] for her.

The second wave of landing troops will advance in two directions, as the flanks of the No.14 Legion's main attack direction, and sweep it until Mortarion's army cuts through the endless waves of walking dead in the front, and finds the The culprit who caused all this, the only ruler of the Druen alien: the Lord of Barbarus will be obsessed with this goal, other than that, he will not care about anything, and for those other Druen remaining in this world Loen Alien Legion, Mortarion threw them to the White Scars Legion with a disdainful attitude.

And when the Death Guard finally penetrated through the barriers of the aliens and found the only target, no matter what the situation on the other fronts, the three Primarchs will unite again, fight side by side and kill the powerful At the suggestion of the Wolf Shepherd, Mortarion reluctantly agreed: Jaghatai's Stormseers would be the only troops to take part in the decapitation.

As for other things, leave it to others.

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"So, that's why you and I are here, Ms. Morgan."

The protector specially left by the Wolf God for the honored guests of the First Legion, or we simply call it Ezekel-Abadon, is explaining patiently in a condescending and slow tone all of these.

During this period, Abaddon never let go of his brows. At this time, the company commander of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion was already fully armed, even wearing the Terminator armor that was more powerful than his martial arts and was more important. : This armor itself symbolizes most of Abaddon's combat skills and wisdom.

At this time, the bravest warrior under the command of the Wolf God, and one of the most reckless company commanders of the entire No.16 Legion, was hiding his head under the strict protection of the Terminator armor, squinting his eyes. Eyes, staring closely at the somewhat too thin silver figure in front of him.

She looked so frail, thin, and vulnerable, as if a single swing of Abaddon's greatsword could easily split her in two: but the Son of Horus was not stupid enough to do that, in fact , he had already heard about the [Soul Drinker]'s reputation accumulated on Ran Dan's front line, which could almost be called crazy and terrifying.

There are always people who think that Abaddon is a simple idiot, no matter whether his comrades or opponents think so, and Abaddon never bothers to refute these wrong views, on the contrary, he regards them as Certain opportunities to exploit in future battles.

But this does not mean that he is a real idiot. An idiot cannot become one of Horus' most trusted advisors, nor can he become a well-deserved high-level officer of the Luna Wolf Legion. At times, Abaddon didn't really need to use his wits.

But now, it is needed.

To be honest, Abaddon already felt a little uncomfortable.

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The world is burning, this nameless world, or the alien country that can be generally called [Druen], is burning in the anger of the three gene primaries and their offspring, thousands of The airdrop pod crossed the almost eternal gray and dead sky, leaving scarlet trails that tore through the illusory clouds, spreading the gospel of death and destruction in this area that had long since lost any vitality. on the land.

The galaxy is so vast and so dangerous. In many cases, even the most powerful emperor fighters cannot save everyone, and there are always unfortunate people who fall a second before they are rescued and relieved.

But luckily.

They can take revenge.

And now, it's time for revenge.

Soldiers symbolizing the sickle of death and the flying eagle came out of the airdrop pods. They were either unstoppable like heavy hammers destroying the Defiler's line of defense, or they turned into the fastest sharp blades. Let their enemies utter an unforgettable howl and cry.

Under the mighty power of the legion, even the most terrifying and distorted existence is so fragile. The sons of Chagatai who are in charge of clearing out those stragglers and rogues have performed their tasks almost perfectly, and there are only two or three of them. He fell down, but he had already cleaned one huge battlefield after another with a knife blade.

Even Abaddon couldn't help approving of the power from the Fifth Legion. He enthusiastically joined the battle, even though his style was incompatible with the elegant Sons of Jaghatai, but this did not prevent him from leading his warriors to the battle. He got to the front, not lagging behind even the fastest steppe eagle, which even won him a lot of admiration from Chogoris.

At the very beginning, Abaddon was still worried about whether such a violent attack would affect the person he was in charge of defending, but soon he discovered that no matter where he rushed, even if it was the front of the battle line, when he When he chooses to stop, with a space distortion, the silver-haired lady will easily appear beside him, and she will occasionally make a move to fortify those stubborn fortresses that require hundreds or more lives in an instant. razed to the ground.

Whenever such a scene happened in front of him, Abaddon would frown even more. He didn't like to see this kind of power gaining prestige on the battlefield. It seems so childish and ridiculous to be fearless.

But soon, he met an opponent who could not be defeated by courage.

A fortress, a fully functioning permanent fortress complex large enough to occupy the entire continent, even if it is flying in the sky, it cannot be seen in its entirety. This impregnable structure happens to be located on the other side of the world, far away from the Primarch The place where they fought, and the fleet firepower from above the sky, faced with such a stubborn fortress full of void shields and anti-aircraft firepower, it would not be more effective.

Standing on the commanding heights around him, Abaddon witnessed groups of white scars and death guards approaching this impenetrable killing lair with difficulty. Assemble ammunition to weave a web of firepower terrifying enough to repel any Astartes assault.

In this way, the most difficult and craziest bloody battle began. Abaddon and his comrades rushed to the forefront. With overwhelming firepower and killing, they eliminated those opponents who would never retreat room by room, capturing Compared with beheading every alien, fighting from the scorching sun to the sunset on the western mountain, it is just enough to capture more than 20 fortresses, and looking around, there are more waiting for him.

If it weren't for the STC in this world, which is extremely precious even to the legion, I would have suggested blowing up this damned world a long time ago!
Abaddon was silent for a moment. Using his own identity and strength, he communicated with the leaders of the other two legions, and finally reached an agreement to retreat temporarily. Afterwards, he set his sights on the silver-haired lady at the side.

Abaddon disliked psionic powers.

But he's no fool.

"Perhaps we need your powers now, Ms. Morgan."

【…】

【what……】

[Happy to help. 】

She smiled, then waved her hand, as if she had been preparing for it for a long time.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and Abaddon raised his head solemnly, only to see that every inch of the sky in his field of vision was instantly occupied by a silent deep purple, and every trace of air he could capture was filled with endless whispers So thoroughly soaked, he stretched out his hand, but felt that it was extremely difficult to move, as if some terrifying giant beast was suppressing everyone.

Finally, he raised his head.

He saw it.

The firmament is being killed.

It sheds storm and destruction.

That is its blood.

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"Look there, Vaux, what the hell is that?"

The panic of his companion disturbed the death guard who was contemplating, he walked slowly to the front of the porthole, and glanced at the heavily armed world under his feet.

Then he understood his battle brother.

storm.

A huge storm.

It almost covered the entire continent, and it was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, it almost occupied most of the hemisphere in their field of vision, or in other words, a third of the world.

It's mobile, it's controllable, and it's clearly being manipulated by some kind of powerful will, because Vaux can clearly see its purpose: this nameless storm is moving along The group of fortresses visible to the naked eye is advancing, and every time it sweeps across a place, the once heavily armed will turn into nothingness.

Vaux even felt a little dazzled. Near the silent eye of the storm, he actually saw a tiny tooth.

In the next second, he realized that it was actually a weak projection of a battleship in the storm.

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Everything is gone.

Those fortresses, powerful enemies, and even the continuous mountains and continents that hindered them all disappeared.

Everything disappeared, leaving only the most barren land.

Abaddon's Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the saliva that didn't exist at all, he subconsciously turned his head, looking at the instigator of everything.

She stood there with her chest folded, her weight on her left leg, and she yawned lazily, her silver hair swaying in the air, like willows in the wind after a heavy snowfall.

Abaddon was silent, and he was silent for a very, very long time, as long as the scream and shock inside him had lasted.

In the end, before he spoke again, he admonished himself seriously in his heart.

anyway.

Stay away from this dangerous woman.

The farther the better.

(End of this chapter)