Emperor's Bane

Chapter 248 The Coming Ultimate Insult

Supreme King of Silence, Szalak, Sotek, Menak, Nihirak...

Golden Mandala, Solenams, Ghidrin, Thanatos, Derazac's Kingdom of Bones...

Battle of Heaven, Citadel, Deceit, Sad Fate, Great Vengeance, Sons of the Enemy, Past, Future, Perdition, Immortality, Necrontyr...

Necrontyr... Necrontyr... Necrontyr...

The arrogant self-report, the glorious testimony, the cold record, and finally the tragic and crazy echo: this is what Morgan saw in the depths of the Yemenga Stone Monument.

The tall stone tablet is written with dense and arrogant words, like a huge scroll that longed to be handed down through the ages at the beginning of the depiction. On the huge black stone surface that can cover the top of the entire hive city, there are dark green runes. It brought the pride and loneliness of ten thousand years ago.

Obviously, countless mysterious and wild epochs ago, a great race once stood here. Their hegemony may be countless times more brilliant than the still struggling human empire, and they easily held the entire galaxy in their hands. The indistinguishable power of the gods is enough to support them to accomplish the greatest dreams and wonders in the universe, and it is enough to help them fantasize about eternal kingship: until the day when the fate of all great races befalls them.

Throughout the self-admiration, exposition of glory, praise and description of various dynasties and [Crown World], deep words about decline quietly appeared, telling the stagnation after glory in the most obscure corners, telling The doom and gloom of internal conflict speaks of the war that cost them everything, the great, victorious, wrong war, the war that burned heaven.

One after the other, one response, one will, this is the stele sculptor's bragging about his own race; being outnumbered, being tricked by fate, and falling short of success are his hasty whitewashing of his retreat; and until the description of this battle in heaven extends all the way to In the final stage, those [worldly gods] released by them are described with a few strokes.

The Necrontyr cursed these "liars" with vicious words, and casually erased the contribution of these gods to the war. Unimaginable length, carefully describing how they used their strength, courage, determination and wisdom to kill these high gods one after another in the years after the War of Heaven: Obviously, they regarded this as It is the greatest pride of one's own race, and also the true pinnacle.

But just like what grew after a fruitful autumn, it was the bitter cold of the winter wind. The feat of killing gods did not bring a new round of glory to the Necrontyr Dynasty. Those [Sons of the Enemy] came back, their strength and Rising like the sun is not inferior to the original Necrontyr, and facing the unstoppable tide, this ancient race also made a choice accordingly.

【Sleep, wait, recover. 】

The Lord of the Second Legion whispered these words to herself, as the end of her reading of the long scroll in front of her: Although she did not recognize any of the dark green characters on this stele, in her mind that once belonged to Hyde Xi's memory, however, has an inexplicable familiarity with these words. In addition, most of these descriptions from countless epochs ago are displayed in images similar to paintings, which made it easier for Morgan to understand most of them. content.

She even saw a brief star map of the Milky Way at the end of the inscription, which half-show off and half-practically depicts the heyday land of the Necrontyr Empire. The countless suns and worlds are as small as grains of sand. Highlights the grandeur of the world's greatest crowns.

And on the side of these crown worlds, there are engraved standards that symbolize power, whether it is Szalak as the head of the dynasty, the bloody and terrifying Menak, or the astonishingly wealthy Nihilak, and...

Morgan frowned, and she slowly stretched out her hand, stroking the area on the east side of the star map. After thousands of years of washing, those dark green runes have become blurred, but she can still see Clear the symbol that swaggers across the eastern part of the galaxy.

The Sotek dynasty, the third-ranked overlord among the Necrons or Necrons, is located on the far eastern border of the galaxy, near Avalon.

[... Tsk. 】

A big trouble.

A long-lost emotion, an emotion that was only used when facing Emperor Ran Dan, attacked Morgan's heart at this moment. Although she knew that this kind of thing was far from being irreparable, when she thought of this arrogant She felt a heartfelt abhorrence for how much trouble and change her plans would bring about.

Especially when she is now in a weird ancient city that suppresses her soul and psychic energy, this kind of hatred makes the second legion master's already increasing emotions start to unnaturally calm down, making the The vicious anger that had been suppressed began to test the dam of reason, waiting for the moment when the flood would be overwhelming.

But, as always, Morgan suppressed them, maintaining the supremacy of reason.

At that moment, countless plans began to be born in the mind of the Primarch, but they were quickly discarded at the next moment. The brief understanding of the Necrons was dug out from the remote corners of memory. The Primarch's brow furrowed even tighter.

Finally, when the golden light that could be called for help slowly flashed through her mind, the Primarch half relaxed and half gave up and let out a breath, stopping his meaningless worry.

Why should I panic?
After spending a moment to sort out his mood, Morgan stroked the stone tablet emitting a dark green light, and began to comfort himself: These ancient races have maintained a long dead silence for tens of millions of years. In deep sleep, she didn't see any sign that they were about to wake up. Maybe they had all slept to death, or they would continue to sleep for countless years, staggering the dozens of epochs that her life would spend.

Hope so...should be so...

Morgan closed her eyes, but just as she was so self-comforting, she heard a sound that broke the harmony. It was the sound of the huge stone door being moved at the door, which made the vigilance of the Gene Primarch full at once. up.

The high probability of making a sound is not her heir: the Primarch is very clear that in the space closer to the interior of the Yemenga Stele, the silent suppression of soul and psionic energy becomes stronger, as if an unreasonable The anti-subspace standpoint, loathing and expelling all living objects.

And when they walked to the door of this room, only Morgan himself could step in, because even Lana, who was most eager to be with the Primarch, had to admit that the heavy breath in this room was enough to endanger Ah. Stater's life.

And so, obeying the orders of the Primarch, the Old Guard remained outside the gates, forming the last line of defense: they could not be the ones who spoke.

So, who will it be?
Before the Primarch turned around, her brain, more exaggerated than any computing device, lit up the question, and then Morgan saw exactly that scene: accompanied by ancient mechanisms and instructions for some reason. The next operation, the thick door that was originally open between the Primarch and the Old Guards fell heavily in the milliseconds before anyone could react, and the black stone of unknown material fell down. This separated the mother and offspring, and abandoned the Primarch in a deep darkness, leaving only the cold light emitted by the dark green runes and a large shadow.

The silence brought about by the astonishment lasted less than a second, and the most chaotic shouts and sounds sounded outside the gate, followed by a violent roar. It was the sound of various weapons being poured on the gate , and the almost roaring dispatch of the Chief Old Guard.

And when the Dawnbreakers tried their best to break open the gate, there seemed to be an extremely abnormal explosion sound from a farther place, which foreshadowed a long-planned attack: Morgan knew this, Because in the shadows in front of her, figures clad in broken human skin appeared one after another from the shadows, standing in front of her.

The Primarch knew them, she knew these dark-skinned and snow-haired killers, in the memories of the Eldar she devoured, these creatures were called Mandrakes, and even the Lord of Comoros wanted to kill them. Creatures of immense respect, they are free to move through any shadow, hunting for the head they desire.

It seems that this time, their prey is a Primarch.

The Lord of the Second Legion shook the ax blade in her hand and took a moment to count the opponents in the shadows. When she saw the figures surrounded by dozens of Mandela Assassins, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

["The Beheader" Gala Zhuoka. 】

"Have you heard of me?"

Gala Zhuka didn't speak, but his question was accompanied by some kind of latitude beyond the real universe, and he recalled it in front of Morgan.

Those extremely black pupils seemed to be more terrifying than dozens of Mandela assassins combined, and each of the four arms modified by the Haemonculus held a giant that could kill an Astartes with one blow. Blade, this is the Beheader, chief of Mandela, one of the most powerful and fearsome Dark Eldar in the galaxy.

Morgan laughed.

【Decades ago, you fought against my blood relative Vulkan on the Nocturne star, and retreated under the hammer of the angry Vulkan: such a record is hard not to be remembered. 】

[Then, in a world of Necrons, what's the point of all of you making such a fuss? 】

"I don't care about other things, but my own purpose is very simple."

The beheader pushed aside the Mandela kin in front of him and walked to the distant opposite of the Primarch. He smiled, not in awe when facing the top predator in the galaxy.

"I am working on a great project, human beings, and this project needs skulls, an inexhaustible supply of skulls, the skulls of designated people who have special value, and your skull is the most important thing in it."

[Can I have the honor to hear this boring plan? 】

"That's none of your business, human."

"You just need to remember: I need the head closest to the god of pleasure in the whole galaxy."

"And you are that person."

Faced with these resolute words, the Primarch just showed the coldest smile on his face. She listened to the more impatient breaking sound outside the door, and judged how long it would take for her heir, and then she realized that, She's got to deal with the brats herself.

Well, although in this space, she can't exert much psionic power, but...

Morgan cocked the blade of the axe.

enough.

You know, most people will make a common-sense mistake and ignore a fact about Morgan: she is indeed a psychic who reaches the heavens and the latitudes and the earth, but aside from the powerful psychic power...

She's also a Primarch.

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"Hold your ground!"

"keep cool!"

"The Primarch is behind us!"

Hector was roaring, bleeding, and fighting: this is not contradictory, since he ran all the way back to the position on the high platform, countless excitement and pain burst out of him one after another, like winter snow An ugly cliff with an upgraded glow after fading.

The dark green sword trembled excitedly in Hector's palm, and its activity even greatly strengthened Morgan's strength. He stretched out his big hand, and Hector crushed another alien's thin skull. It was the No.3 opponent he had killed, and his huge body made all the intruders regard him as a rare prey.

But Comororan soon realized that he had picked the wrong target, especially when the first two airship motorcyclists were smashed to pieces in the brutal collision with Hector, and all the Black Muse people rushed away Scattered and began to look for other prey, without the slightest intention or courage to continue to defeat this formidable enemy.

Hector gritted his teeth, the two consecutive crazy impacts made him feel that his entire left shoulder was almost disabled, but under this extreme pain, his brain was like every Dawnbreaker present, Before falling into an unprecedented calm and thinking.

He began to observe, as a company commander and commander, and soon discovered the problem: Although the Dawnbreakers had an advantage in numbers, they encountered another kind of obstacle. Countless traps and hidden mines erupted in this strange city instantly. These insidious tricks that have not had time to be investigated have really delayed the steps of many Dawnbreakers, making the number of defenders on the high platform even less than There are many attackers.

Obviously, this was not a sudden attack, but a premeditated ambush. Numerous traps used ancient technology that is difficult for humans to understand today, and held back the footsteps of thousands of Astartes fighters who returned to defense. This kind of delay will not be too long, but it is still enough for the most elite part of the invaders to rely on the huge air superiority brought by dozens of fighter planes and airship motorcycles to split a line in the first line of defense of the Dawn Breakers. The winding road of blood.

The flying blades from Comoros are so fast that only the best Terra veterans can barely catch their traces, and relying on this advantage and the fleeting time difference, hordes of The Raiders and Ravagers scattered the Dawnbreaker formations, split them, and handed them over to the roaring beasts behind them.

The claws of the Talon Horror are sharper than a monomolecular blade, enough to pierce the bulkhead of a spaceship. The Ether Hound crosses the subspace through phase shifting, tearing its prey, and the most terrifying Ugul monster, even It can bite through the protection of the Terminator's power armor with one bite. Its skin is as hard as iron, but extremely soft, making it impossible for the sharpest sword light to strike.

The people of Comoros unleashed a hundred of these beasts upon the Warhammer, and behind them were twisted abominations from the hands of the Haemonculus. The Dawnbreakers fell into a rotten bloody battle, and had no time to guess that the real elite of the Dark Eldar took the opportunity to break into the monolith.

The elegant succubi still maintained their demeanor on the bloody battlefield. They jumped over the fragmented line of defense lightly, and rushed into the innermost part without hesitation. The elite of the Comoros: Flying Scourges, heavily armed Nightmare Swordsmen, and even a giant Tantalus, the biggest war engine the Dark Eldar could pull out.

During the few minutes when the outermost Dawnbreakers fell into chaos and reorganization, erosion and bloody battle, these innumerable aliens rushed into the huge passageway that was [-] meters wide and tens of meters high on the Yemenga Stele , began to test the tenacity of the next line of defense, and behind them, Hector also started his own run.

Hector didn't rush to the stone monument, he believed that his battle brothers would be able to hold the line of defense, and what he needed to do was another important thing: there were still countless Dawnbreakers trapped in traps and obstacles, The No.20 third company commander decided to reverse all this. He set his sights on those twisted abominations that fell at the end. These creatures several meters high look violent and extremely destructive. Beastmaster, he can lead these monsters into the trap area and break through the obstacles that plague the Dawnbreakers: and the defensive pressure at the gate will also be greatly reduced.

Having made up his mind, Morgan's favored son shouted all the way, attracting many lonely Dawnbreaker fighters to form a temporary assault team. At the moment when he passed the high platform, Hector's eyes and fighting were in front of the gate. Diarmuid briefly collided with Diarmuid, the latter nodded, and then pierced the heart of his No. 2 opponent, and many corpses, both Astartes and Xenomorphs, had fallen beside him.

Hector knew that he was far from being as agile as Diarmuid, and he couldn't catch those aliens who didn't want to fight him. His huge body made him unable to deal with these extremely agile opponents well.

Then, he needs to maximize his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

Against infantry, he can't.

But against behemoths, he's good at it.

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"Don't be impatient, stay here."

"Fit them all up."

"It's about playing what we're good at."

Cortes and Zosimus commanded the elites of their respective companies and stationed on a rear line of defense: from their positions, they could already vaguely see the old guards at the rear.

The Dark Eldar's attack woke up the two company commanders immediately, but before that, they were already worrying about another matter and raised their vigilance.

"Still can't get in touch with them?"

Zosimus frowned. His psychic energy was suppressed a lot in this space, and he couldn't even pass through the wall to contact his combat brothers in another section of the building. The same was true for Cortez beside him.

At the moment when the battle cry came from outside the gate, the countless gates in this huge stone tablet seemed to be uniformly dispatched, and they fell in unison, not only causing them to temporarily lose the Primarch, but also causing other The same bad result: At least 1000 Dawnbreakers who were exploring other spaces were trapped inside, and it would take a little time for them to dig through the gate or find other exits, and what they lack most now is time.

Under the dual effects of well-designed traps and obstructions, only more than 2000 of the [-] Dawnbreakers were able to snipe the raid of the Dark Eldar elite inside and outside the giant stone monument. This is obviously not enough, and the lines of defense are showing off their might The briefest confusion under the heavy blows of the Eldar fighters and airships was enough for the Comorian elites who had been fighting for thousands of years to find an opportunity.

Raider bikes and winged Scourge screamed in mid-air, and these craziest killers even stood upside down with both hands while racing at high speeds, and used the sharp blades specially installed on their legs to stab the Astartes. Throat, although they fell to the ground one by one like crows reporting mourning in front of the firepower net that reacted quickly, each of the aliens had already caused terrible damage before they died.

And at their feet, the heavily armed Nightmare Swordsmen are the most ruthless and superb killers in the entire Dark Eldar. They rushed towards the enemies who were shining with expressionless faces, and waved their sharp blades as tall as a person, becoming a team. The main reason why the first line of defense could not be closed in time was that these fearless thousand-year-old veterans and the best swordsmen under Morgan's command fell one after another, contributing the bloodiest performance in the entire battle.

And in the madness and tension of the above two, the real ultimate moves and deadly characters: hundreds of witches, succubi, and queens of various Kane sects, forming an unstoppable storm of bloody roses. All kinds of grotesque weapons, maintaining an extremely elegant dance step, danced non-stop on the Astartes defense line, moving forward, without the slightest intention of stopping, because anyone whose dance steps were disrupted The unfortunate ones will be torn to pieces by the sharp blades of Morgan's sons in the next moment.

And among all the alien waves, Lilith's fiery red hair is the most obvious ray of light. All the bolt guns are pointing at the queen of the disputed sect, and all the sharp blades are eager to cut her throat, but None of them were able to successfully achieve the goal. Lilith danced in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. She and the succubus commanders around her were faster than fighter jets, piercing most of the Dawnbreakers in the blink of an eye. The line of defense burned all the way to the front of the old guards.

The only one who can compete with her on the battlefield is Bayar who just arrived. Although this chief swordsman is far away from Lilith, his record is particularly horrifying: three nightmare swordsmen have already fallen to this chief swordsman. At the feet of the incredible chief swordsman, and his state is clearly capable of carrying out the craziest fights.

But all of this can't stop the battle situation from gradually slipping into the hands of the Dark Eldar: Although more and more Dawnbreakers poured into the battlefield from the passages on both sides, they still have nothing to do with the group of fighters above their heads. Although they don't understand why these alien fighters are not affected by this ghost city, everyone understands a simple truth.

As long as the Dark Eldar hold command of the skies over the battlefield, victory is elusive: especially when the Tantalus, the largest fighter jet, looms over everyone, and one launch can cause more casualties than ten fighters. Nightmare Swordsman.

But it was also at this time that Cortes and Zosimus finally prepared their means of counterattack.

"is it okay?"

Cortez looked at the powerful think tank beside him, second only to the Mother of Genes, and after receiving a nod from Zosimus's pale face, he injected a tube of injection into the latter's neck, Don't forget to ask in a low voice.

And when Zosimus opened his eyes again, the world had changed.

slow.

Everything is so slow in his eyes, his combat brothers, those flying orders, even the spirit race fighter planes and airships that were so fast that his naked eyes could not catch them, are all at this moment. Like insects in amber, stagnant until solidified.

The chief think tank took a deep breath, he could clearly feel the sound of every strand of air being caught by his throat, just like he could see everyone's face clearly, but he didn't have time to feel all this, in the On the arm that had been raised long ago, Zosimus tried his best to call out his own spiritual energy and the seemingly ordinary individual missiles around him.

He knew that these things were actually not simple. They were relics of the golden age that Cortez's predecessors had spent a huge price to snatch back from the aliens.

Zosimus looked up, his will calling to the ferocity of these missiles, and quickly locked on to every psionic flight engine he could see.

emission.

He issued this order, and in the next moment, a heart-piercing pain rang through his mind, and the chief think tank only felt that all his proud spiritual energy was instantly absorbed by the launch of the missile , even his soul left an extremely heavy ripple because of this, and more pain he couldn't feel: because at the next moment, he was alive because of the lack of psionic energy and the extreme pain of rejection. Passed out.

But his mission has been accomplished.

Cortez supported his unconscious battle brother, and with a sense of bloody joy, he carefully watched the miracle and victory in front of him.

An incredible phenomenon accompanied the firing of these relic weapons: Although the missiles had only just howled and disengaged from their respective launchers, the moment they were launched, all the Eldar fighters in midair simultaneously Explosions and collisions.

Huge distorted energy showed its might on these pitifully low defenses of alien creations. Most of the profane engines exploded into bright blood in the air in an instant, and the remaining ones were also destroyed by this heavy attack and transverse force. Affected by the flying shock wave, their perfect balance was completely broken, and the originally coherent killing team encountered unimaginable disasters in less than a second of imbalance: their speed was so fast that they I couldn't adjust in time, and the sudden stop of an airship caused a devastating aerial car accident among all the Eldar fighters and airships. The people of Comoros fell from mid-air one after another, and their lives In the next second, it disappeared under the furious swords of the Dawnbreakers.

An indescribable dead silence began to spread in the ranks of the Dark Eldar. These aliens who have been captive in the real universe for thousands of years certainly knew the meaning of losing air superiority: in the next moment, except for those witch spirits who rushed to the forefront Except for the great army and a handful of Nightmare Swordsmen, all the elites of the Elder Race couldn't help but stop breaking through the front line. Their eyes began to wander uninterruptedly, preparing to find a way to escape from the front line that had been pierced.

This is not easy, because Hector's roar of victory has already been heard from outside the gate. After killing one giant beast after another, he successfully took the opportunity to release countless battle brothers, hundreds of Terra Veterans tore apart the monsters of Comoros in waves of rage, cleaning the field with unimaginable speed: perhaps in a few more minutes, they would have no escape.

As more and more Dawnbreakers began to pour into the battlefield, and the greatest advantage was completely destroyed, the people of Comoros realized that they had no advantage in this short battle that lasted only ten minutes. Those who were not entirely insane began to gather under the command of Tantalus, the largest warship that was the only remaining air power of the Dark Eldar, relying on its chariot-like shape, it was powerful enough to shred Astartes warriors. With sharp blades, they can still kill them.

But during the few seconds when Tantalus was flying at low altitude to avoid the disaster in the air, a figure that was not noticed by all the Comorian fighters seized the opportunity, stepped on countless alien corpses, and jumped onto the ground of Tantalus. superior.

Bayar didn't act immediately, he brushed off the blood on the sword gracefully, and glanced at the Tantalus pilots in front of him: just now, these aliens were operating the scythe dragged by the powerful engine, killing Several comrades-in-arms whom he has known for a long time.

The chief legion swordsman showed the most kind smile.

"Good evening, dead people."

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When the huge Tantalus twisted and fell all the way, many Dark Eldar had already left the battle and formed a breakout team of hundreds of people, eager to escape.

But in the same way, there is also a smaller, but still more than 200 elite troops, relying on pure flesh and blood and fanatical mentality, they broke through the last line of defense before the Old Guards.

Lana stood in front of the battle line that had been prepared for a long time, his eyes were confused by the strange fanaticism of these dark Eldar. As a veteran who had fought against these terrifying aliens as early as in the solar system, the Chief Old Guard knew this well. The strength of the Comoros aliens is also well aware of their bullying and fearful nature.

But obviously, there seems to be some different fanaticism in front of them. Their pupils flicker with twisted madness that will appear under drug stimulation, or a kind of cold light that flickers when they are extremely calm: but these are not important, The Old Guard had only one attitude.

Lana swung his sword, leaving behind the necessary manpower to destroy the damn gate, all the Morgan guards were fully armed and began to meet these terrifying opponents who could charge all the way here.

And farther away in their field of vision, as the true power of Dawnbreaker gathers in the roar of Bayal, Hector and others, Ms. Victory seems to have abandoned the alien, and once again stood on the side of the empire, maybe in another 10 years In a matter of minutes, a steady stream of troops could arrive: but Lana never pinned his hopes of victory on them.

After becoming the Chief Guard of the Primarch, he had developed this arrogance unconsciously.

And the facts will prove that his strength is worthy of his arrogance.

The battle between the Old Guards, the Succubus and the Nightmare Swordsman was a bloody harvest. More than [-] of the bravest characters on both sides fell down at the first moment of the battle. Those Nightmare Swordsmen who charged here have already Few remained, and the last of them bled to death among their last prey.

On the corpse of the Nightmare Swordsman, the agility of the Succubus Commander and the stability of the Old Guards roared hoarsely at the same time, and the blood of Astartes and aliens were splattered together, making this quiet palace darker than the entire battlefield. What's to come is more savage and brutal.

Lana's left arm was deeply pierced by Lilith's sharp blade, but he was not in vain: just when the Queen of Discord was shining brightly because of her short-term victory, the long sword of the Old Guard hit The painful bite left a terrible scar on the Witch Queen's psoas. This thin red line stretched from her chest to the right side of her lower abdomen, making Lilith's short-lived joy instantly turn into violent anger.

In her anger, she even forgot her original purpose: when all the witch spirits were performing a crazy blood dance while fighting and retreating deeper into the giant stone monument, the Queen of Disputes poured all her strength into In the battle with Lana, like a bloody cuckoo, she took away the flexibility of his left arm, pierced his right leg, and left a nearly fatal scar on the side of his face.

Lana struggled against this invincible opponent. The nearly two hundred-year-old Terra veteran felt the absolute crushing of experience and skills for the first time, but despite this, his mind was still calm and terrifying. He could even While bouncing off another attack, loudly ordered the old guards to hold the opponent: the witch spirits were apparently retreating to a remote room with a strange door that fluctuated.

But it was also this order, and Lana realized that after all, he had underestimated the queen of disputes who had lived for an unknown amount of time: the moment the words came out, the thin sharp blade cut through Lana's right hand in an impossible gesture. Arm, savagely devoured his entire right hand, and with another fierce leg blow, the old guard flew out heavily.

But at the moment when he was about to fall to the wall, he felt an extremely warm light, and he felt that the damn door was finally blown away by a powerful anger.

He heard the Primarch's voice, and Lilith's trembling instinctively.

Morgan returned to the field.

everything is over.

[It's bad enough to let that beheader escape, but what are you aliens doing? 】

The primarch's skirt was stained with ominous streaks of blood from the dozens of Mandela Assassins who had died in the room.

Like a whirlwind, Morgan arrived in front of the Queen of Disputes in an instant without anyone seeing it. The speed that did not use psionic power made everyone present fall into a kind of silence, and everyone realized that They seem to underestimate something.

The Dawnbreakers are the excitement of humiliation.

Aliens, on the other hand, is an even more indescribable...fear.

But the Primarch didn't care about this, she glanced at Lilith casually, then raised her hand and waved it lightly.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound meant that the two arms of the Queen of Discord were broken. She was directly knocked to the ground, losing the strength to fight. Like a dilapidated doll, she fell powerlessly at the feet of the Primarch, saying The weakness of ancient splendor before the demigods.

And when the Lord of the Second Legion snapped her fingers and crushed any aliens that existed in her eyes one by one, she grabbed Lilith, who was still breathing, and smiled.

[You all deserve to die, don’t you? 】

[But you, but you, a strange alien queen. 】

[It seems that there are other uses. 】

Morgan smiled, and her smile was one of utterly terrible rage, a madness eager to tear apart the one who caused it after a great loss.

But amidst the madness, the Lord of the Second Legion still had a trace of rationality, which reminded her of an idea and need she had long ago.

When she looked at Lilith, that thought seemed to get the final complement.

The primarch laughed.

She looked at the alien queen.

then……

I thought of my torture chamber.

(End of this chapter)