Emperor's Bane

Chapter 139 The End of Incompetence

In today's Dark Angel Legion, as long as it is Morgan's request, there will be no rejection or delay.

Even though some dark angels have the arrogance in their bones and don't want an outsider to show off in the legion, they don't have the guts to fight the anger of the king of knights from Caliban, let alone provoke the spiders. The edge of the queen.

Especially when they almost desperately discovered that this silver-haired lady seemed equally dangerous and equally invincible without using psionic powers.

Even Astlan, the mighty swordsman who ranks among the top [-] Astartes warriors in the entire empire, who has been serving since Terra, has no eyes for anyone but the Emperor The haughty old soldier, when his blade was pointed at Jonson's trusted advisor in a fit of rage, lost the courage to continue fighting in the next few breaths.

Astlan didn't mention his confrontation with Morgan to anyone, and he seemed to want to forget it with a gesture of desperation, to forget the second he was closest to death and eternal torture.

So, when Morgan opened her eyes, when her sight of the aftermath of the battle inadvertently glanced at Astram's armor, she could see the haughty Dark Angel unseen by anyone. At the moment when he arrived, the slight trembling caused the friction sound between the armors.

"The Primarch wants to see you, Ms. Morgan, and he ordered us to bring you to him as soon as you recover."

【I know. 】

Morgan waved her hand casually. She didn't get up immediately, but rested for a while while resting on her forehead. No dark angels dared to disturb her. The usual arrogance of the Sons of Jonson was as insignificant in front of this real tyrannical queen. Melted like ice and snow.

But Morgan didn't embarrass these poor people for too long. She really needed to tell Jonson everything she saw so that the Dark Angels could be prepared. She knew that the King of Knights of Caliban was waiting anxiously Following her information, after all, Ran Dan's large fleet had been shrouded in an extremely weird subspace fog, and it was difficult for even Morgan to see more details remotely.

Perhaps for other Legions, an intelligence that may be only a few Terra standards from the outbreak of war is too weak, but for the Dark Angels, it is definitely not the case.

Morgan walked out of the room quickly, and the things she just encountered in the sea of ​​souls still echoed in her mind, making her feel a slight tingle.

Whether it was the brief confrontation with that Ran Dan [Emperor], or the shock of witnessing the essence of that scarlet light, it more or less shook the tranquility and balance in Morgan's mind that Morgan had been painstakingly maintaining. The soul devoured by her once again raised a creepy snow dance, and those soul fragments that were discarded and destroyed at will also trembled under the shadow of the three terrifying wills, and even continued to disappear from her dusty memory. With an emotional epicenter fell more fragments.

In the process of going from her meditation quiet room to Jonson's command room, Morgan quickly calmed down all the chaos and turmoil in her mind in the corridor. She has decided that in the upcoming war, except for those important enough Except for her soul, she will consume all the stasis.

Prior to this, she had placed about [-] beacons on the main battlefield named Taxus [-], allowing her to move quickly between these locations: but judging from the current situation, this Numbers are not safe.

Be more secure.

Other backup means should be further supplemented and strengthened.

Safety.

Safety first.

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After thinking about this, and sorting out and arranging the soul and memory fragments running around in his mind, Morgan suddenly discovered something interesting.

A... Fragment that didn't belong to her.

Specifically, this seems to be a fragment related to Horus, which is part of Horus' deep memory. Morgan remembered that he had subconsciously probed Horus in the conversation with him, although it was only Some of the almost routine glances, now seem to have indeed paid off.

The moment before pushing open the door of Jonson's conference room, Morgan casually glanced at the contents of this fragment, relying on the Primarch's thinking speed that surpassed the physical universe, she read the contents of this fragment in an instant.

Oh, it's about Horus.

Horus, Perturabo.

With that No.11 Primarch.

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When Perturabo had just returned to the Human Empire, this genius, who was too eye-catching even in the Primarch, had attracted countless attentions.

Although the people who paid attention to him were quickly scared away by the shocking eleven-throwing torture, some bold and cautious people chose to approach this seemingly moody Lord of Olympia.

Horus is one of them.

Everyone was condemning the cruel methods of the Iron Lord, but only Horus saw the somewhat oversensitive heart under Perturabo's violent appearance.

And for the God of Shepherd, there is nothing that can bring the friendship with other brothers closer than fighting side by side.

As a result, a joint operation was proposed by Horus, and the Iron Warriors who were terrified in the center of the atrocities of the Primarch were assembled. Their goal was the western frontier of the galaxy, where Primarch No. 11 was clearing out a slavery Alien empires that controlled more than a dozen human worlds.

The Luna Wolves and Iron Warriors formed a coalition of about 1 people, and when this force arrived as reinforcements, the No.11 Legion was spreading out, bit by bit eroding the alien's last line of defense.

The two Primarchs found their brother in the skies above a former human colony, as the purest Primarch tested the strength of his offspring: he ordered a company to liberate the world while he stayed behind On the battleship, relying on the feedback on the ground and his calculations, he weighed the value and significance of this company.

The Emperor's No.11 Primarch, or Mengele, was a thinner figure compared to his brothers, which seems to have something to do with his malnutrition as a child, and he didn't always wear armor , most of the time, he likes to wear a simple white coat, and his ten fingers are protected by the precision instruments he personally built. Improve Menger's operational ability.

Mengele greeted his two brothers on the bridge belonging to his Queen of Glory. He had short blond hair and was handsome for a primarch. Although he was never known for strength or tenacity, he was also very handsome. Few are willing to face the masterful swordsmanship of this Primarch: Mengele's long sword is like a torrent of water, and it will not let go of any opponent.

Horus hugged his brother, and the wolf god was disturbed by some things he saw: whether it was this too silent battleship, or those sad and joyless, looking like machines. Stater, even that whirlwind torpedo looming in the shadow of No. 11 Corps' fleet in the light reflected through the portholes.

Wait, is that torpedo aimed at the world his sons are fighting for?
Horus raised an eyebrow, but the smile remained on his face.

The Wolf Shepherd tried hard to convince himself: at least, he could feel the sincere welcome and joy from Mengele, and the Lord of the No.11 Legion also welcomed Perturabo with the same enthusiasm, and even let him The Lord of Olympia was at a loss.

Apparently, his brother still has a deep affection for blood relatives.

And when Horus saw how carefully guarded the rewards that had been bestowed upon Mengele by the Emperor's kin, he was sure that his brother was still as he had been.

The whole empire knew that Mengele was fanatical and loyal to the emperor. He respected and loved his genetic father as if serving the most perfect creature in the world. Only Lorgar's fanaticism could slightly compete with him.

"Mengele, my brother."

Horus blinked, he looked at the world under his feet, too much confusion ignited in his heart.

"I hope we're not late, what are you doing now?"

"An experiment, Horus, an experiment to consider my offspring."

Mengele smiled. He picked up an electronic board and handed it to Horus. Perturabo also came up to him. While the Wolf God was still thinking about the countless numbers on it, the Olympian had already asked a question. up.

"Are you calculating this battle?"

"Correct answer, my wise Perturabo brother."

Mengele clapped his hands, expressing his attitude.

"Through the records and summaries of the past record of this army; the investigation and estimation of the defenders of this world; plus all the experience and lessons since the beginning of this war, as well as what I have collected, until now For all the emergencies that have occurred, I can correctly calculate how long it will take for this company to eliminate all opponents and recover the world, and the specific time can be accurate to the minute."

This somewhat arrogant statement made the Wolf Shepherd's eyes flash with suspicion, and he looked at Perturabo, seeking confirmation.

"Theoretically, it is indeed feasible."

The Lord of Steel nodded, admitting his brother's statement, but soon, Perturabo's brows were frowned because of the two too dazzling lights on the electronic board.

"Brother Mengele, what do these two [failures] mean?"

"literal meaning."

"Like I said, they've failed twice. Twice, they didn't complete the tasks I gave them for the same ridiculous reasons, even though they could do it exactly as I planned."

Some of the icy breath in Menger's words made Horus's neck feel chills.

"Then... how long will it take them now?"

"There are 10 minutes left, this is the last chance I give them, more than enough, although they are completely light, but there are only some low-level opponents in this world, even rookies can be competent, not to mention they have a full 200 people .”

"I experimented."

The Primarch of the No.11 Legion gave this answer with a smile.

then.

15 minutes passed.

The eyes of Horus and Perturabo were a little erratic, because anyone could see that Mengele's face was covered with ice.

"what happened?"

At last, the Primarch switched on the signal of his own son.

"I have already warned you, if you dare to delay the battle plan because of these meaningless things, I will never forgive you again."

The voice on the other side seemed hoarse and noisy, and after a while, the intermittent voice came back.

"Sorry, Father, we..."

"enough!"

"You were delayed by five minutes."

"This is not something to be tolerated."

"But that's at least five thousand children..."

"I said!"

"Everything! Take my plan! As the first target!"

"You guys have failed twice already! This is your last chance!"

"...Father, at the very least, please take these civilians..."

"boom."

The soldiers of the No.11 Legion on the ground seemed to want to say something, but Mengele had already hung up the communication, and there was no anger on his face, only endless coldness and indifference.

"emission."

He said.

"……what?"

"... launch what?"

Horus instinctively wanted to ask, but his question was quickly answered.

Torpedo, that Torpedo Torpedo.

After Mengele's order was issued, the ruthless destroyer was released almost in the blink of an eye, and smashed towards the world with countless people and a company of Astartes warriors. past.

Horus even forgot to scream, because he was completely stunned, and even Perturabo on the side was the same. The two Primarchs just watched the world that was already close to the Human Empire being crushed. It was completely razed to barrenness.

In the cold and merciless explosion light of the whirlwind torpedo, even more merciless than it is the face and words of No. 11 Primarch.

"I gave them a chance."

"Count this time, three times."

"Three times, they have to delay the battle plan because of the so-called rescue. They ignored my warnings and orders. They will not follow these optimal plans. They have not achieved the highest level of existence, as they should. Everything."

"They're losers."

"It's a mistake of natural selection, a waste of resources, opportunities, and the future."

"Incompetence is unforgivable."

"For the Empire, the incompetent is no different from the worst enemy."

"For the incompetent, for the loser, the only way to deal with it is to destroy, because they are no longer able to make contributions, and they are no longer worthy to carry out any of the plans of the great emperor."

"This is what happened to them."

"Whoever it is, whatever they've done, that's what happens with incompetence."

"no matter who."

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"Even if it's me."

(End of this chapter)