Emperor's Bane

Chapter 135 Fire Dragon Lord
【Have you met Vulkan before? 】

"not at all."

"He stayed so long at the Emperor's side, educated, or with his own Legions, constantly battling in the fiery hells of burning and destruction, that only Ferrus had closer contact."

When the Knight-King of Caliban speaks of his brother, it is as if he were speaking of distant legends from another world beneath the same stars.

Compared with the scene of decline that Morgan had just witnessed when he returned, the Primarch of the First Legion is now much more energetic. He is wearing a set of pure black armor with the logo of the First Legion on it. , without any decorative objects, Zhuang Sen's emerald green pupils have regained their sparkling fire, and they are constantly scanning the ever-changing star map in front of him.

The two Primarchs were in the noblest and most elegant room of the [Indomitable Truth]. Jonson specially opened up this space to entertain some distinguished guests in order to complete the social activities he needed to survive in the empire. Etiquette, the Lord of the First Legion filled this circular room with the heads of behemoths and tapestries of battle, to show every visitor the style of the Dark Angels as quickly as possible.

Of course, in Morgan's view, Jonson's decorations... can only be said to be very utilitarian.

At this moment, her eyes were also focused on the three-dimensional star map in front of her: this illusory silent drama vividly reflected the general situation of several surrounding star regions, the light blue that symbolized the empire and the scarlet that represented Ran Dan were in the same place. The fangs of these barren worlds are different, changing every inch of the two empires in countless encounters and blocking battles.

In [Indomitable Truth].There is a special room responsible for receiving every battle report from the front line, and displaying all victories and failures on this star map as quickly and in detail as possible, so that Jonson can grasp every situation on the front line at all times.

"They stopped their steps in the 416-15 galaxy, and the time they stayed has far exceeded the time required for normal assembly or repair. According to the original deduction, they only need three more Tara standard days to recover. would come to the edge of the Tucket system, but now, we have to change our plans."

The King of Knights tapped his finger, and the two galaxies in the center of the star map began to flicker continuously: one of them was where Ran Dan's main army was currently staying. In order to find out this accurate news, even Zhuang Sen himself did not know. You know how many warriors of the Emperor have fallen in the icy void.

And the other is the Tucket galaxy, a place that no one cared about before. It is not worth mentioning except for the only traffic value, but a series of ingenious arrangements and plans, as well as a ruthless scorched-earth strategy, were deployed in Jonson Afterwards, this place has become the only key point on the way forward for Ran Dan's army, which can help them advance into the solar star field. Otherwise, those alien fleets will have to take a long detour, wasting their strategic opportunities in vain.

In this way, the King of Knights has chosen an excellent battlefield for his great war: the galaxy named Tarkot is empty and vast, allowing the Dark Angels enough space to place their terrible doomsday actuators safely. In any corner of this astonishing battlefield, each of these catastrophes that were tightly locked up and guarded before is enough to completely wipe out a fragile indigenous civilization from the galaxy. In order to win this battle, Zhuang The Sons of Sen have returned these monsters to the galaxy once again.

In addition, Zhuang Sen also pressed the heaviest chip in his hand: a fully equipped First Legion, the strongest legion that was undisputed in the entire empire.

Except for a handful of veterans guarding those hidden places, and Luthor, Jonson brought the entire Dark Angels Legion, and even those recruits who had just completed their trials were pulled directly from the deep forest of Caliban to On the bloodiest battlefield in the entire galaxy: just like what Jonson himself suffered back then.

[I remember that I heard that before this war started, you once called up the entire First Army. At that time, your strength was between [-] and [-]. 】

[So... now? 】

【After all, if my memory serves me correctly, you seem to have never stopped recruiting new blood from Caliban throughout the ten years of war. 】

There was an emotionless streamer in Morgan's blue pupils, and he looked at Zhuang Sen who was staring at the star map. Through the flickering in the Caliban's pupils, she knew that Zhuang Sen was thinking about the question she proposed. this problem.

"15."

In the end, Caliban's King of Knights spat out the number softly, and then, he praised his blood relatives in an unquestionably majestic tone.

"You are responsible for this. If it weren't for your psychic powers that have continued to play a role in the past ten years, I might have lost more children in this war. Maybe I only have 13 under my command now. Even fewer fighters, go to this war."

【That's why I'm standing by your side now, Johnson. 】

As the footsteps of war approached everyone, Morgan's tone became more and more cold. When she started to laugh, her eyes would emit a glint that would make any mortal fall to the ground .

[In a sense, you really opened my eyes, Zhuang Sen, my brother, I thought the Dark Angel would still be around 10 people, after all, as far as I know, the Shadow Moon Wolf, the Empire Fist and Ultramarine are both on this scale today. 】

"The greater the responsibility, the more that needs to be held tightly in your hands."

Jonson didn't answer further, because almost at the same time he spoke, Coswayne's voice came from outside the room.

"My lord, [Yan Zhu] has appeared in our observation field of vision, and behind it is a large-scale fleet, at least more than a hundred of which are capital ships."

Jonson turned his head, and the additional information in the news seemed to surprise him.

"It looks like he's taking this war more seriously than I thought."

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Primarchs are the demigods who walk in the mortal world. They are the treasures created by the unreproducible wisdom and ambition that the masters of human beings have stolen from the clouds that do not belong to the world. Prometheus fire over earth and sky.

And among these creations with supreme wisdom and monstrous power, if one really wants to choose the strongest character who symbolizes pure power, then Morgan believes that she has found the answer.

Even though she hasn't seen all her blood relatives yet, a kind of instinct that keeps echoing deep in her heart makes her more and more certain that the tall black-skinned demigod in front of her is the most powerful person in this strange family she lives in. A most terrifying individual.

vulcan.

The name of a god born of brute strength and fire.

When the Primarch of the No.18 Legion finally stood on the deck of the "Indomitable Truth", the dark angels lined up on both sides to meet him were like rows of over-realistic porcelain dolls, dragging the ground with hammers. There was a fragile side in his voice.

Morgan still stood by Jonson's side, having a higher status than Coswayne and Astland. The entire First Legion had already turned a blind eye to this scene. The Spider Queen had one hand behind her back, and the other held Holding the staff, she saw that Zhuang Sen moved his wrist unnaturally, and then slowly walked towards her blood brother.

When the lion of Caliban walked up to his brother, most of his body was already shrouded in shadow: Vulcan even looked taller and burly than Leman Russ and Magnus , He just stood there simply, opening his red pupils, like a roaring dragon breaking free from the magma, giving people the most instinctive feeling of awe and fear.

This dark-skinned Primarch is wrapped in a series of powerful equipment made by himself: the armor on his body [Fire Dragon Scale] is a set of green Baroque-style brutal armor, as the name suggests, the upper He has the tough skin of the salamander, a brutal creature from his home world of Nocturne, which he named his Legion in honor of his encounter with the Emperor.

His hands are protected and strengthened by the glove [Forging Hand], one hand is holding his warhammer [Thunderhead] tightly, and the edge of the other hand is the plasma pistol hanging on his waist [ Heart of the Furnace], and finally, wrapping his majestic body is the famous [Cesare Cloak]: These equipments are all made by the Fire Dragon Lord himself, and anyone in the universe will admire and covet them Strength, and a fiery heart that can forge them.

Morgan is no exception.

As early as when she was collecting the materials and information of each Primarch, a special desire for the Fire Dragon Lord quietly took root in her heart, waiting for the moment to be brought into play.

But now is not the time to let it out.

Morgan stood quietly on the spot, watching Jonson greet his brother. When the Primarch of the Dark Angels faced the Lord of Fire Dragons, he rarely showed an attitude that could be called "respect". That's not often the case with Jonson.

The two Primarchs looked at each other in the shadows, their offspring stood far away, only a certain silver-haired lady stood closer, and among all the people present, only the Salamander warrior was a little slow about it surprised.

"You are welcome, brother, and your legion. At this time, only the truly brave will come here."

Johnson's Adam's apple rolled, and he spit out the greeting words he thought of, but Vulcan just shook his head slowly. When he spoke, Morgan, who was not far away, was almost surprised to find that the dark What the terrifying fire dragon spits out is actually a rather calm, steady, and even gentle language.

"I just hope my legion didn't arrive too late, my brother, I'm sorry, I need to deal with my war zone before then."

"Of course you're not late."

Jonson replied quickly, but then he fell into a kind of silence. The majestic knight king of Caliban blinked, as if searching for something he could say to continue the conversation. .

During the two seconds he hesitated, Vulkan did not stop, and the voice of the Fire Dragon Lord contained the most real emotion: even with Morgan's thoughtful and suspicious senses, he didn't feel the slightest bit of falsehood. .

"In the past few years, I have been following the news from Ran Dan here, Zhuang Sen, my brother, I know, how much you and your warriors have paid for the empire, no one can compare to you in silence and now, I only hope that my son and I can help."

"So I brought people here, my brother, please tell me what I can do."

Zhuang Sen's brows were raised because of the offense in the words. The king of knights instinctively loathed this status of "being helped", but when he saw his brother's eyes, he could only stand in front of this kind of sincerity. remain silent.

Such words seemed to have exhausted Vulkan's conversation. He leaned forward, as if he wanted to give his brother a hug, but the next second, he retreated hesitantly, and looked at the equally silent Zhuang Sen. , In a kind of mutual respect, a large piece of air centered on them was solidified.

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Morgan took a deep breath.

Then he spat out violently in his heart.

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[Salute to you, Your Excellency Vulcan. 】

The sound of Morgan's footsteps pierced the silence of the two emperor's heirs. When the silver-haired lady stepped forward and saluted slowly, Vulkan's eyes had already focused on her.

"Ah, Ms. Morgan."

The Primarch stood where he was, and he held out his hand with a smile, even bending his knees a little to make sure Morgan could hold it tight.

"I have heard about your deeds. Your bravery and dedication to the front line is no less than that of any soldier of the Emperor."

The Primarch of the No.18 Legion carefully looked at the mortal in front of him, his red pupils flickered with some confused colors, but these confusions were fleeting, after all, the Fire Dragon Lord never put more thoughts With probing put on anyone, he understands the value of respect.

"You're thinner than I thought, Ms. Morgan."

He spit out this sentence softly, as if it contained some hidden secret.

The silver-haired lady just smiled back.

[War always makes people tired, Lord Vulcan, but it is more obvious on me, but on others, such as Lord Zhuang Sen beside me, this exhaustion is a bit hidden: even if he has already fought for the empire Victory has been sleepless for months. 】

"There are too many people who are paying for the victory of this war. There is too much blood and tragedy in the shadow of the galaxy. Ms. Morgan, I only hope that this war will end soon. Before that, the burden I shouldered My mission did not allow me to give my share, and now, I am going to make up for it."

[This is not compensation, Your Excellency, no one ordered you to come here, what supports you is the responsibility and courage in your heart, which is the most noble flash in the galaxy. Before that, I only saw it on the body of Lord Zhuang Sen The light they radiate. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion stood aside, watching his two blood relatives talking there. Whether it was Morgan or Vulcan, Jonson only heard the most sincere belief in their words.

At this moment, the confidence of the knight-king of Caliban in this hard-fought victory was at its highest: not even repeated counting of the mighty forces in his hands could do it.

But Jonson wasn't obsessed. He fixed his eyes on his silver-haired blood relative, urging her to start the real topic quickly.

He knew that Morgan understood his silent admonition.

"You're flattering, Ms. Morgan."

The sincerity of Vulcan's voice even made Morgan feel like he was hallucinating.

"I'm just a blacksmith. I once seriously wanted to be a general, but I always failed. Maybe I can't do much. I just hope that I can do my best to help you. I hope You need my strength right now."

[Of course, Your Excellency, we really need the will from the flames and the forge to forge a real victory. 】

Morgan smiled, and her smile seemed even more genuine than Vulcan's.

[After all, we have the same purpose. 】

[We all hope that the war will end as soon as possible, peace will come as soon as possible, and the countless people of the empire will return to their peace as soon as possible, and embrace the happiness of life once again, forever. 】

Such words made Vulkan stunned for a moment.

"I have to admit, Ms. Morgan, that your words are touching...and difficult."

[Of course it is difficult. 】.

Morgan's words were like the drizzle of early spring, blowing in the ears of the two Primarchs.

[But someone should try for it, right? 】

[If there must be someone who dedicates himself in the world, then let me be that kind of person. 】

[So, let's begin, Your Excellency? 】

Again, Morgan held out his hand.

Once again, Vulcan held it tightly.

(End of this chapter)