Emperor's Bane

Chapter 168 Morgan's Perspective

In fact, from the beginning, Morgan did not support Jonson's plan.

She still remembered that when Jonson formally presented his plan on the bridge of the Queen of Glory of the First Legion, it was the first time in the ten years she had known the lion that she had shined in Jonson. In the bright emerald green pupils, he saw such a stupid light flickering.

When the Primarchs of the three legions gathered on the bridge of the "Indomitable Truth" and sent away the seriously injured Leman Russ and his remaining heirs, even Caliban's King of Knights He didn't have even the slightest grudge against his brother, they embraced like the closest comrades in arms, Zhuang Sen lowered his tone, and entrusted those dark angels who had to evacuate because of serious injuries, to Leman Lu His wisdom.

The truth of a fact sounds so absurd: in fact, at the end of this bloody tug of war that can be called a meat grinder, among the three legions, the heirs of the wolf from Fenris were the ones who suffered the most casualties. , but the First Legion did not have any appalling loss figures.

The reason is also very simple: most of the Dark Angels have indeed experienced a whole brutal tug-of-war: but those neat formations, well-defended fortresses, orderly advances and retreats, and the exquisite command and coordination from their Primarchs Planning, so that the battle situation of the First Legion rarely collapses and emergencies. Under the support and cover of each other in an orderly manner, although the Dark Angels are the well-deserved main force of this battle, they did not die too much. Sacrifice is largely predictable in advance.

Confrontation and attrition have never been the biggest causes of casualties: irrational attacks and desperate routs are.

But this does not mean that the First Legion did not pay the price: more than half of Jonson's sons were killed in the dust of the Turks, and more than 1 died in battle: and the vast majority of these dead came from The meritorious veterans who came out of Terra are living legends in every company and knight order, and many religious orders with a long history lost their last successors in the cold steel: they are so powerful and trustworthy Therefore, they stood in the most dangerous positions and endured the most possible desperation and sacrifice.

And compared to the dark angels who gave their lives to responsibility and order in the cold and complete steel, the children from Fenris were more reckless: the children of Leman Russ rushed into the camp of Randan's army. At the core, the damage they caused may be more important than the combination of Dark Angels and Salamanders, and the casualties they suffered are also unimaginable: I don’t know how many battle groups of Space Wolves rushed to the alien battleship, But it disappeared without a trace under the lack of reinforcements and being outnumbered.

Not to mention, the hundreds of battleships in the void that were brave enough to temporarily delay the footsteps of the alien emperor, and those tens of thousands, followed their genetic father to help [Destiny Engine] , but only the army of the Wolf King with a thousand survivors: they are the proudest sons of Leman Russ, the most elite part of the Sixth Legion. No one knows what the Space Wolves paid in their shortest desperate assault How much, but when Leman Russ summoned his thirteen wolf masters again, only five answered the call.

But even so, even after paying such sacrifices, the empire was still unable to blow the horn of victory: in fact, when the alien emperor who could no longer be described by any words in the world stepped out of the [Engine of Destiny] , the situation that happened in the Taxus galaxy can already be described as [extremely bad].

In this case, retreat seemed to be the only option.

At least, Morgan thought so.

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But she was soon surprised to find that her two blood relatives seemed to have some crazier ideas.

In her opinion, that is really unimaginably absurd: with the gradual withdrawal of the elite power of the three legions, what is left in the current Turks galaxy is only some mortal auxiliary troops for the rear.

Yes, they are indeed very elite, and there are a lot of them, but in this extremely bad situation, it is normal to reluctantly abandon these forces and let them strangle with the alien army, so as to better preserve their strength.

To exchange the blood of millions of people for the safety of the Primarch, even if there is a slight possibility, is the most cost-effective deal, isn't it?
This is not ruthless, this is just the most basic choice of interests, and it is the simplest problem that every character who can command legions and fleets will encounter sooner or later.

But Johnson's answer to this was words that Morgan hadn't expected at all.

"Trap, ambush, beheading, and in the worst case, inflict as much damage as possible on that alien emperor."

In the dim void, Zhuang Sen spit out these words slowly, his pupils shone with a kind of excited light, that long-lost light about challenges and hunting.

And this soon received an equally affirmative response from Vulcan.

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Vulcan's thoughts were not much in common with Jonson's.

In the eyes of Fire Dragon Lord, this is a very simple arithmetic problem:
If he stayed and blocked the invincible Emperor Randan, then even a second more mortals could pass through the escape door and save their heroic lives.

On the contrary, if he withdrew, more mortals would be needed to go to the rear and cover, so that more soldiers would shed blood on the battlefield.

Between this addition and subtraction, it is already a heavy number: it is heavy enough for Vulkan to fight for it.

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And Zhuang Sen's idea is even simpler.

In this war, Caliban's King of Knights has so far remained in his command room.

His armor was as clean as new, his sword didn't drink even a trace of blood, and even in the depths of his battleship, there were still a large number of weapons that hadn't been put on the battlefield.

He was alive: healthy, active, with the strength and courage to fight.

In this case, let him face a strange bastard, not even daring to fight, just run away in a hurry?

……

What a joke!
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Through his own strength, Morgan was able to clearly hear the answer that his two blood relatives chose to leave in his heart.

Hearing such a clear answer, she couldn't help but let her face...

Even more confused.

After all, from the bottom of his heart, Morgan still couldn't understand the reason why Jonson and Vulcan stayed.

If the Spider Queen can still understand Jonson's pursuit of her own theory of honor and responsibility, then the hot and sincere heart of the Dragon Lord is enough to burn every cable of Morgan's thinking.

She really couldn't figure out how powerful the so-called compassion was, allowing Vulkan to stand firmly in the most dangerous position for the slightest possibility of countless strangers: no matter how you say it, in Morgan's heart, almost The lives of tens of thousands of mortals, even if calculated in the purest value, are far less safe than Vulkan's own life.

But obviously, in the fiery heart wrapped in the dark skin of the Lord of Fire Dragons, there is another set of equations that he admits and believes in, and this equation is enough to draw a series of questions about [courage], [selflessness] and The noble vocabulary of [devotion]: and each of these vocabulary, for Morgan now, is quite a fantasy.

Morgan even felt some kind of sarcasm for Vulkan's persistence: In her opinion, it is the right thing to abandon the warships that have been entangled so that the Primarch and the main force of the last batch of legions can retreat safely. move.

But this does not prevent her from saying a word during the brief meeting of the three Primarchs, while listening to Jonson and Vulkan with an attitude almost contemptuous of this doomed failure. Plan, while putting on his darkest face when Jonson asked her for advice...

nodded.

She did not reject the insistence of blood relatives.

Although she has denied and ridiculed countless times in her heart.

So she joined the battle.

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After all, when Leman Russ was seriously injured, Jonson and Vulcan insisted that Morgan had to stay and accompany them to complete this doomed gamble:

The countless instincts and rationality in her heart are constantly admonishing her, allowing her two blood relatives to die here is the most unwise choice.

They cannot die.

There is no reason.

But even so, this does not prevent Morgan from throwing himself into this disparate battle with a confused state of mind.

Even the Spider Queen, who will dominate the Second Legion in the future, has to admit that there seems to be a little bit of strange change in her heart when she didn't even notice it, but so far, these Change still cannot shake her.

She is confident that she is still the familiar self at this time, and in the long time after the end of this war, she will definitely be able to smooth out these wrinkled waves and become the absolute master of the thousands of spider webs again.

Thinking of this, Morgan watched as Jonson unleashed the most terrifying darkness, and then waited for the arrival of the alien emperor on a specially modified battleship.

then.

The battle begins.

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No suspense.

Not even an iota.

When Morgan dragged her exhausted body and soul, with lips that were as pale as her own pale complexion, she spit out the spell that she had prepared long ago, and dragged these bastards to where she had been before the Battle of Turks. When the coordinates were ready, she clenched her crown tightly, as if it could tear the throat of Jonson or Vulcan.

These two bastards did not perform even the slightest miracle: although they were Primarchs, they were Primarchs, not gods.

When the alien emperor, which was several times taller than even the largest imperial titan, boarded Jonson's trap, Morgan just glanced at its soul, and began to mutter the spell of teleportation in a low voice.

All means, in front of the hundreds of billions of souls howling together, seem so insignificant: whether it is the various traps that Zhuang Sen painstakingly built, Vulgan's hammering that contains fury and noble flames, and those The roar of the ancient machinery that was enough to resist and delay the two Primarchs, and even the trap itself, a killing machine inherited from the golden age, their joint efforts, their cooperation without any gap at the same time, is nothing more than It made the alien emperor pause for a while.

The battle is fast, monotonous, and without any ups and downs: the roar of the fire dragon lord and the roar of the ancient creations made the alien emperor's footsteps pause for a while, and then it fought back earth-shatteringly. Under such rage, lying down Ergan actually lasted until the third round, until Zhuang Sen and his layout started the second round of offensive against the alien emperor, and then passed out.

And when Morgan spit out his treasured soul almost without hesitation, and let a stable portal and a storm come here at the same time, even Caliban's King of Knights has already smashed through all the walls , dying in the face of absolute power and anger.

Morgan looked up, sighed, and had a brief glimpse of the ghastly creature, before a spell flowed from her pale lips, bringing the storm down in time.

This is the end of the Battle of Turks, this is the end of the most magnificent war between the Human Empire and the Randan Empire.

It was neither grand nor legendary, just endless blood and pain: like every war that goes down in history.

When Morgan fell out of the portal she created, leaving the unimaginable horror on the other side, she collapsed on the deck of the [Indomitable Truth], thinking with the remaining will.

Beside her ears, the killing machines that hadn't been completely destroyed uttered hatred-filled hisses: they had lost their fighting and killing targets, and were impatiently looking for their next victim.

Fortunately, Coswayne and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed here without hesitation. They pressed the controller to end the possible disaster. Until this moment, Morgan sat paralyzed on both sides of her body. On the dirty armor of a blood relative, gasping for breath.

Until this moment, she felt temporarily safe, temporarily.

Because she knew that Ran Dan's fleet would never stay for even a moment: carrying the bite of countless souls, until now, is a stupid move that Morgan can't imagine, but this does not prevent Morgan from being able to figure out the alien. What will happen to the emperor: sooner or later it will fall into madness, will fall into distortion, and will completely lose all reason and will.

Then, before that, this lunatic will definitely not stop his footsteps, even if only for a moment.

It will get here soon.

Morgan wasn't much bothered by that, though.

She allowed the legion servants to support them to rest, and let the remaining fleet quickly evacuate along the light of the stars. Her eyes were always flickering, staring closely at one direction:
That symbolizes the direction of the divine Tara.

She knew where this was. This was another traffic pass on the road to the holy Terra, next to the Tarks galaxy, and it was a death place that Ran Dan could not avoid.

It is the place where they are about to arrive and stick to.

It's an obscure corner.

Obscure and nameless...that's nice.

She thought so, and even smiled softly, making the mortal nurses around her even at a loss: they neither knew the reason for the smile nor how to use their abilities to heal a Primarch, The pharmacists of the First Legion just looked at the film that had just been developed, gathered together, and each of them frowned.

But all this is not important anymore.

On the other side, in another corner of this unnamed galaxy, behind a stargate that was suddenly opened, a huge fleet is slowly pouring in.

Through her now barely open third eye, Morgan was able to witness the great fleet, some of which she recognized.

The one that took the lead was the [Fortitude] from the Death Guard. Its dark green painting is really unforgettable, and behind Mortarion's Queen of Glory, there is an even larger ship: [Revenge] [The Soul], the car of the God of Shepherd Wolf, demonstrates its majesty in its silent progress.

Countless powerful war engines surround these two glorious queens: they are the universal killers from the Forbidden Army and Mars. They are advancing at a high speed in the golden hull and silver-white light. Each of them They can easily influence the outcome of a naval battle, but here, they are nothing more than soldiers.

And further to the center, there are those monsters called mechanical arks: yes, not just one, but a group.

But everything, compared to the real king of this fleet, is still pale in comparison.

It slowly revealed its figure in the amber light. It was a battleship like a god. It was more dazzling than a thousand suns. It was an impossible ship made of gold and marble. , is the king's ship that does not exist in the laws of the real universe.

Looking at the entire galaxy, there is only one person who can be worthy of this mythical ship.

The flagship of the Emperor.

【Royal Fantasy】

At this moment, come.

(End of this chapter)