Emperor's Bane

Chapter 175 The Blonde Beast ([-])

Many years later, in those last few years when he was still a pure warrior and a reckless man, the first company commander of the Luna Wolf would still remember that interrupted duel.

No, that wasn't even a duel, it was just the simplest competition, but this didn't prevent Abaddon from remembering the giant of the Second Legion: After all, a burly opponent like that would indeed Impress everyone.

A hasty battle is like a full meal under a hungry stomach. You won't even remember what happened at the very beginning. When Abaddon was able to recall all that, he would always recall it from a burst of severe pain. His breastplate was accurately damaged by the heaviest blow, causing him to take several steps back along with his thick battle armor.

Hector, that guy.

He was a monster, a monster born with the purest power, and he didn't even have to swing his blade: he just clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and swung hard enough to shatter the unsuspecting Helmet and skull, kill an Astartes.

Abaddon even wondered if this guy, whose height and build were comparable to a Primarch one size smaller, was the offspring of the Lord of the Second Legion: if possible, he would rather believe that Hector came from the Salamander Legion, or a wandering Shadow Moon Wolf.

after all……

He didn't deny the great power of that Lord Morgan, but he also didn't think that the relatively slender Primarch would be the gene mother of a big man like Hector, or those [lunatics] who were as bloodthirsty as sharks: This was beyond his wildest imagination.

Just thinking about the group of guys crazier than war dogs gathered under her throne, bowing their heads and ears, was enough for Abaddon to feel a real chill.

However, the real time did not give him the leeway to continue thinking: after forcing back the most powerful Shadow Moon Wolf, Hector's offensive did not delay at all, and Morgan's proudest pawn had long been fighting with all kinds of opponents. In the bloody battle that has spread for more than ten years, the elite Ran Dan knew his own strengths and weaknesses.

He knew what he was supposed to do, he knew what he needed to avoid, he faithfully carried out these knowledges, and rarely tried to overcome his shortcomings in battle: and because of this, he survived.

His body is the most terrifying weapon he can wield: his tall stature, his unrivaled strength, his strong bones and stable center of gravity, these are enough to give him the upper hand in the very beginning of the battle, with brutal And brutal heavy blows, rolling up continuous offensives that make any opponent unable to breathe, defeating the most cunning opponents with the most cumbersome methods.

Correspondingly, once his offensive is successfully blocked, delayed and seen through, then his disadvantages in combat experience will be specially targeted and attacked: Although he has experienced the entire Second Randan War, but Compared with the Terra veterans and veterans who are everywhere in many legions, Hector knows that he is still an immature character.

His fight cannot be delayed.

The pace and attack of the son of Morgan were like a heavy hammer being held by a thunderstorm. He twisted his strength and speed into an indestructible long whip in the most brutal way, and firmly bit Abaddon's retreating steps. Hitting the Luna Wolf's battle-tested Terminator armor again and again, Abaddon felt as if he was facing a breathing mountain.

It was an unstoppable onslaught: if Abaddon was an ordinary Astartes warrior, it was not.

But he is not, he is the proudest reckless son of Horus, an expedition veteran who has fought for nearly 80 years, a master of unmoving confrontation who has been strengthened and amplified with a special Terminator armor.

He stepped back again and again under Hector's barbaric serial offensive, bit his teeth firmly, waved the battle ax and power claws in both hands, and fought Morgan's proudest chess piece time and time again, with all his strength. The ground collided and confronted: his tomahawk and Hector's longsword would think viciously of each other when he thought it would be an opportunity.

On the contrary, when he felt that Hector's attack was too heavy, he would raise his power claws as a cover, relying on the heavy armor and steady steps to block Hector's most ferocious attack, and waited. The possibility of the next counterattack.

The silver and black figures seemed to be biting and colliding in the empty field like this. This was a vast cage that could accommodate ten duels at the same time, but when these two most terrifying beasts started their own battle, without knowing it, In a blink of an eye, all the competitions were over, and all the Shadow Moon Azure Wolves had been concentrating on appreciating this competition, and cheered equally for every wonderful confrontation between the two sides.

In this way, the silver and black whirlwinds were constantly fighting, observing each other and destroying each other. Hector's advance and Abaddon's retreat continued for more than half of the arena, until the pace of the Shadow Moon Wolf became more and more steady. Until Hector's brows became more and more wrinkled, until the thick Terminator armor was stabbed again and again by the green poisonous blade, and there were large and small traces and white marks all over it.

Until Abaddon's pace retreated again, and he stood firmly.

This time, he didn't back down.

After this contest started for a while, after countless silent confrontations started and ended, the proudest son of Horus raised his battle ax for the first time, launched a swift offensive, and responded His, too, was just Hector's silent thump.

Whether it's the beloved son of Horus or the pride of Morgan, they are not characters who like to talk long in battle: at least not yet, not to mention, they are far from familiar with each other.

The battle continued in the silence of the fangs and the moon wolf, and continued amidst the uninterrupted cheers and discussions of the onlookers. Those sons of Horus who had the most experience spoke with ease the prophecy that the battle was about to end: Hector His offensive was blocked, and he was about to face Abaddon's counterattack, which also meant that he had no chance.

The silent swipe of Son of Morgan began to be predicted, his rhythm was interrupted, the long sword was severely stuck, and white marks that symbolized hits began to appear frequently on the armor, although he still launched a fierce counterattack: just Just one swing of his clenched fist was enough to make Abaddon grit his teeth, secretly cursing and admiring his monster-like strength.

But this did not stop the general trend: when Horus' command was conveyed to every Luna Wolf with the horn of war, anyone could see that Abaddon's victory was only a matter of time.

But even so, those Shadowmoon wolves who witnessed this battle were still willing to pat Hector on the arm when they passed by, admiring his talent, and showing him a smile that represented recognition and affirmation. smile.

Especially Abaddon, who solemnly introduced his name to Morgan's heirs, felt sincere regret for the abrupt end of the fight: Hector was not the strongest warrior he had ever seen In that group, Abaddon knew at least twenty angels of death who were as far apart as the current Hector, but this did not prevent the battle with Hector from becoming his happiest memory.

This kind of fist-to-body fight, almost no need to think about tactics, using the purest strength and instinct to decide the winner, is simply a scene that only appears in Abaddon's dreams.

It's just a pity that such battles won't happen again for a long time: he and Hector are not in the same battle order, and they aren't even part of the same legion.

The next time we can fight side by side, we don't know when we will have to wait.

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That's what Abaddon thought, before he was relegated to Morgan's ranks.

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But he really didn't expect that he would have a day as a diplomatic envoy.

He had always thought it was Sejanus' job.

The most reckless child of Horus knocked down a dying Randan soldier, spat contemptuously, and looked at the corridor he had just captured single-handedly.

It is almost impossible to use human language to describe the distortion and ugliness of the alien battleship. Abaddon's eyes swayed on those dangling chains and shackles for a while, looking for the direction of the fight. Direction, stepping towards another unknown battlefield.

About one Terra Standard Time has passed since Horus and Morgan made the easy bet on the [Spirit of Vengeance], and the massacre against Randan's fleet has also arrived at it. the end of.

This is a simple battle, so boring that there is almost nothing worth recalling and telling about: Although Horus did not bring his entire legion, there are still at least [-] soldiers from the holy Terra and Cthonia. The warrior followed the God of Shepherd and came to this galaxy. In the face of such a power gap, the mere tens of thousands of Ran Dan's warriors could not stir up even the slightest disturbance.

After the loss of less than a hundred Sons of Horus, the battle was over, and most of the Randan soldiers died in the long-range artillery fire that was a hundred times larger than their fleet. No.] got the most kills in this hunt, until the few remaining Ran Dan's ships were forced to huddle together to meet the jumping troops of the Imperium of Man.

The God of the Shepherd is eager to engage in a close-range hunting competition with his blood relatives, and also hopes to capture several alien warships. The six descendants of Morgan and 110 four Shadow Moon Wolves follow their genetic origin Body, came to the hunting ground full of holes.

In the next hour, Horus led his children, setting off a bloody storm in waves of aliens dozens of times larger than himself, and his iron boots and claws were soon desecrated by blood So dyed red, whenever he hunted down a hundred opponents with his own hands, he would softly count his numbers in the communication channel of the two primarchs.

The victory was easy. Even when the Lord of the Second Legion didn't use her psychic power, Horus always had at least a hundred more kills than his own blood relatives. Although the voice of the Spider Queen was always calm, but The God of Shepherd Wolf still heard the smiles, frustrations and broken thoughts brought about by some failures.

He smiled, and across the distance between the battleship and the void, the genetic father of the Shadow Moon Wolves imagined the agile eyes of his blood relatives.

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In Morgan's pupils, there was a dead silence.

She casually called out her power in the sea of ​​souls, explored those gathered Ran Dan's forces, and then moved over to complete her hunt in a casual manner.

Those most elite xenos warriors were determined to die, and their solid armor allowed them to withstand the cross vigor and roaring chainsaws of the Astartes warriors for a long time: until the arrival of the Primarch.

The weak Lord of the Second Legion waved her arms casually, her attention had already been shifted to thousands of miles away, those not heavy fingers rolled up a quiet breeze, blowing one after another into tons The heavy alien elite shot out, smashing out the extremely hard wall, turning into a pool of blood and mud.

At this time, Morgan was already in a state that was almost out of her body. She didn't care about Horus' words at all, but replied in an instinctive and disappointed tone that was enough to cope with the little pride of the Wolf God. Hearing the words from Horus on another battleship.

The Spider Queen's will has been completely attracted by the world in front of her eyes: it is an unusually barren world, scattered with fortresses of all sizes and desperate alien defenders.

Judging from the appearance alone, no one can figure out why this world is so attractive to the emperor of Randan: Before the Battle of Tarks, the main force of the entire Randan fleet stopped in orbit in this world At least three Terra standard days, which even affected many military operations of the alien army against the Tarks galaxy.

Morgan was also puzzled by this weird question, until she sent her consciousness to that world, until she saw the underground kingdom that covered most of the world under those ordinary fortresses, until she realized , that can't be the work of Ran Dan's army, because it is undoubtedly a powerful force that has dug and developed little by little over a long period of time.

And Morgan soon knew who these underground kingdoms once belonged to.

she is there.

She is at the bottom of the world in front of her.

Felt the breath left by a Primarch.

That is a kind of...

A taste of the soul.

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There was a Primarch who left something in this world.

Moreover, it was not taken away by Ran Dan's emperor.

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When Morgan realized this.

The position of Horus in her heart has temporarily rolled down to an [irrelevant] position. He was swept away by the spider web farther away, making way for the new prey in Morgan's eyes.

But then, Morgan blinked her eyes and thought of something, so she pulled Horus back temporarily.

After all, in terms of what happened before and the state of all the Primarchs, the one most likely to leave something here is the No.11 Primarch, which has lost its trace.

If we say that this barren world was once one of the command centers of the No.11 Legion in the Second Randan War, then there is a reasonable explanation for the huge underground network, and the Mengele left here Nothing is impossible.

However, at this time, Morgan didn't have any more understanding and deep understanding of the No.11 Primarch.

but it does not matter.

Does anyone have it?

Morgan's eyes gradually regained clarity.

She listened to the intimate count of Horus on the private communication channel, showing a smile that could make anyone shudder.

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【you win. 】

The God of Wolf Shepherd could hear some kind of frustration in this short sentence.

He smiled.

"This is not such a serious and formal game, Morgan."

While chatting with his blood relatives, Horus casually strangled the overlord Randan who was more than three meters tall.

"It says nothing."

There was only Morgan's humming in his ears.

Horus continued to laugh. He stood in Captain Ran Dan's former cabin, watching the Luna Wolf Fan fleet start bombing the alien fortress on the ground.

"Compare again?"

he asked tentatively.

There was a slight grinding of teeth on the other end of the communication channel, which seemed to symbolize some kind of thinking and decision.

【certainly. 】

Morgan locked her eyes on the entrance of the underground kingdom in the sea of ​​souls, and she spoke again, changing her tone, adding some kind of undeniable arrogance.

[This time, I will choose first. 】

The Wolf God smiled.

"of course."

He agreed softly, and ended the battle that slaughtered thousands of aliens.

The chest of the Wolf Shepherd was being filled with a relaxed posture at this moment: he didn't know if it was his own illusion, but Morgan's words seemed to make people instinctively feel relaxed and comfortable.

Maybe this is her power?

Horus thought of this, and he also thought of Sanguinius: the same is true of the archangel of Baal, he is like a tiny sun, unconsciously exuding a kind of close and warm light.

To be honest, Horus even envied the power of the Archangel. When he had to worry about all kinds of observations and interpersonal relationships, some of his blood relatives could use a more natural power, or Said to be pure talent, to do the same thing.

They are like the sun, born to attract countless admirers.

The sun is always attractive.

Whether it is bright and warm.

Still... cold.

The face of the shepherd god was darkened,
When he saw these Ran Dan soldiers who were slaughtered to death, he thought of his other brother, who was also like a sun, who had disappeared in this war with Ran Dan Brothers.

He didn't know what happened to him and his legion.

Where is he?
Is he still alive?
Why did my father choose to keep silent about what happened to him.

His lost blood relatives.

his brother.

The Primarch.

The man of miracles.

The military god named Menger.

that...

Blonde Beast.

(End of this chapter)