Emperor's Bane

Chapter 267 The performance is so wonderful
"My lord! The Goddess of Aurora launched a jumping torpedo at us! At least 140!"

"My lord! The core console has just changed, and it has been invaded by unknown people!"

Same moment, same core, different places, different characters: just after the moment when the wrong offensive was sent out, on both sides of the phantom projection, two powerful legion masters got the same surprise at the same time. a message.

The next moment, the siren whistled, sharp and ear-piercing, and sounded one after another on the two Glorious Queen-class warships that were extremely close to each other: the difference was that the siren on the [Dawn Goddess] was an automatic alarm in case of emergency, while the [horse The long sound on the Kurag's Glory] is the war horn of an actual attack.

Without the permission of any military commander, hundreds of jumping torpedoes swaggered into the most sensitive and ambiguous middle zone of the two fleets, countless monitoring arrays, shipboard radars and even the sailors' naked eyes They can all see them clearly, and quickly figure out what they represent, the most terrifying and unbelievable meaning.

Hundreds of the most powerful warships were stirred up by this, and millions of bewildered mortals followed their instincts without orders: at the moment when the Lord of Macragge was stunned, His flagship began to turn and evade, a move that directly caused the entire No.13 Legion's large fleet to fall into brief chaos and war cries.

On the other side, the Void War Engines of the Dawnbreaker Legion also stagnated at their respective posts. This sudden attack made the veterans of Terra look at each other in blank dismay, and never thought of an ordinary brotherhood meeting Such a situation erupts.

After another moment, countless heavy footsteps began to sound on countless warships in the two fleets, and the battle-born Astartes instinctively stepped into combat positions, although most of them remained thereafter. His face was so dazed that he didn't even know whether he should turn on the fire system of the battleship or not.

Only those veterans of Terra who belonged to the Dawnbreaker Legion, and the silent warriors of certain chapters of the Ultramarines Legion, would hold their weapons tightly without hesitation in a sad but determined movement, closing their arms. Close your eyes, waiting for any order that might come.

And just when this torrent of bewilderment, panic, astonishment, and awareness shattered the original fragile peace mode of the two Astartes legions, Guilliman turned around slowly, staring at The holographic projection of his own blood relatives, his trembling fingers almost crushed the bad news data pad in his hand.

Opposite him was the lord of the Second Legion who had also snatched the data pad from his heir, and had already frowned at this time: Morgan was calmer than his own blood relatives, and she had even come towards him. The reporting heir asked a question.

"Morgan of Avalon, my blood! Tell me! What's the matter?"

"Is this your order? Or is all of this just a horrible misunderstanding? A technical glitch in your ship's systems? Answer my question, we still have time to fix it!"

The continuous words were more like direct inquiries than doubts, but the throat that spit it out was so pale and blank, revealing the true thoughts in the heart of the Lord of Ultramar, he leaned forward , as if he could step over the holographic projection and grab the hands of his blood relatives far away, even forgetting to prepare his battleship for battle.

The pair of hands that could create a great country are now clenched tightly, and a large area of ​​whiteness appeared in the blink of an eye. Guilliman's majestic body trembled because of the sudden disaster, trembling because of his shock and anger, in this gene Behind the Primarch, the top officers of the Ultramarines are roaring orders to open all the battleship defense networks, and they are constantly asking for further orders from their Gene Primarch.

Especially the hot-tempered Auguston, who had already grasped the weapon tightly with both hands, and had lost the last trace of respect in his eyes looking at the figure of the Lord of the Second Legion, leaving only the bottomless tenacity when looking at the enemy.

But no one ordered to fire yet: because their genetic father didn't say anything, he just stared at the projection of his blood relative, and his blood relative just looked at the data pad in his palm, his face gradually livid.

A few seconds later, the Spider Queen let out a short breath of relief. She seemed to be whispering something, the voice was so fast that Guilliman couldn't hear clearly, but he could barely make out the unimaginably filthy words in Morgan's mouth.

Afterwards, Morgan showed her data pad in front of him, allowing Guilliman to clearly see the words on it. At the same time, Lana who came running wildly also brought another bad news, which made the spider The queen's face turned ferocious in an instant, but she still maintained her rationality with the utmost restraint, and reported to her blood relatives with a clear voice.

[This is not a technical error or betrayal, Guilliman, please believe this: remember the brother we just mentioned?That bastard on my boat?I think he slipped into my control room while we were talking and fired these torpedoes at your ship. 】

The Spider Queen uttered these explanations in an instant, speaking so fast that no one could hear them except her and Guilliman, and she even added psionic powers to ensure that her words could be clearly transmitted to her brother's in the ear.

The Master of Ultramarines swallowed hard. He stared at Morgan, and there was still a trace of betrayal pain in his pupils. It took him a moment to understand Morgan's words, and then he twisted himself in the constant shouts of his heirs behind him. face, making judgments.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and looked at his blood relative again. From her sincere face, he absorbed the last strength to support the trust between each other.

"Are there any soldiers of yours on it?"

Guilliman asked, and Morgan was truly relieved by his question, even leading her to look at the Lord of Ultramar with a trace of genuine respect.

【Please wait a minute. 】

The respectful tone that emanated from the Spider Queen's mouth was a sincerity and respect that even the Lord of Humanity had never received.

The lord of the second legion took a step back, she took a deep breath, her blue pupils shone brighter than the sun, endless power boiled from the sea of ​​her soul at this moment, Dancing and breaking out, it turned into a wave that could sweep tens of millions of people in the blink of an eye, engulfing all the souls on the entire Queen of Glory class battleship, and brought them into the net of Queen Gene.

This wave was so terrifying, brutal, and violent that all the astropaths, navigators, and think tanks couldn't help but kneel on the ground, bowing their heads to this majestic queen, even the most powerful Astartes warriors. Under the impact of this soul, their footsteps were swaying, and they were on the verge of falling, and the old guards who were closest to the Primarch were already limp in the corner, enduring a little pain in their bodies.

In the face of such power, even those outstanding fighters, such as the most powerful Bayal, and Ahriman who was looking for Hector, couldn't help clenching their teeth, silently bearing the power of the Primarch.

In the blink of an eye, Morgan violently searched her battleship with psychic power, and it took less than a second to digest it successfully. When she opened her eyes again and looked at Guilliman, her pupils had already Convinced the Lord of Ultramar who believed her words.

[Those jumping torpedoes do not have my soldiers on them, brother. 】

"Are you sure?"

[I remember the soul of every heir on my ship. 】

The Lord of the Second Legion's words were resolute, but it didn't ease her frown much, because she felt that after searching her soul, the last few torpedoes were launched, and, Just in the inspection just now...

[But one thing, Guilliman, I didn't check for Conrad's soul on my ship: he's probably on top of those jumping torpedoes. 】

"……Are you sure?"

The Lord of Ultramar, who just wanted to raise his hand and order his heir to intercept the torpedo, frowned again at this time, the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, and finally slowly put down the hand that was about to give the order.

Morgan didn't speak, she just forcibly contacted the heir who just sensed the control room through her psychic power, and asked him about the situation inside.

Soon, she got the answer: when the reinforcements of the Dawnbreakers arrived, it was just in time for the launch of the last torpedo, and the three soldiers who rushed to the front could swear that they watched in a hurry. Arriving at the tall figure in dark blue armor in the torpedo.

【…】

[He is going to your battleship, my brother, although I don't know why he is doing this: I originally planned to take him to visit you. 】

Guilliman gasped, and in a great hesitation, he gave the only correct order to his sons: no matter how angry he was now, Guilliman never lost his calm, he knew no matter what No matter what reason he has, he can't really hurt another Primarch, this is the silent iron law.

"Don't fire, all retreat and continue to stand by, lower the shields, let those torpedoes... smash in, and at the same time order everyone to prepare for a first-level battle and wait for my next order."

"grown ups……"

"Do it!!!"

The roar of the Lord of Ultramar made his team work again, and after he heaved a long sigh, looking at the projection of his blood relatives, there was not much resentment in his pupils.

"I don't know why he did this, Morgan, but I don't care about the answer to this question either: If Conrad came to my battleship as a guest, then he would have all my respect, but since If he chooses this way, then the first person to meet him will be my sword, I hope he still has the most basic sense, so that we can use conversation to resolve this farce."

"And I hope it doesn't offend you, my blood relative, after all he is..."

[No need to worry, Guilliman, but please wait a moment, I will use my soul to teleport to the deck of your battleship immediately, please join me first, and then face him: and during this period, don’t let you Any fighter in the world will approach those torpedoes without authorization, and you will never know how... rich his means are. 】

The face of the Lord of the Ultramarines flashed genuine confusion and resistance, and behind him, a formation of the most elite No.13 Legion has been assembled, and the entire battleship is waiting for the coming shock: and after rage.

"Don't be so troublesome, I can deal with our brother alone, you must know that this is my flagship, Morgan, he can't defeat me here!"

The Lord of the Second Legion watched Guilliman's impassioned speech with cold eyes. Although she now has a lot of respect for this blood relative, as long as she thinks...

Killiman's strength.

Conrad's strength.

【…】

[No, Guilliman. 】

【Please!be sure!Wait for my rendezvous with you, we must go together! 】

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A few minutes later, along with the distortion brought about by a wave of soul, it emerged on the deck of the [Macragge's Glory]. Guilliman, who had been waiting here, took a step forward, and walked out of the teleportation array quickly. Morgan shook hands.

"Unfortunately, blood relative, I can only welcome your visit with this hasty etiquette, please accept my apology, I promise that when you come to visit once, I will make the best preparations."

[It is I who should be sorry, Guilliman, please forgive my negligence, I was deceived by our brother's slack disguise, and mistaken him for a figure who can be trusted a little. 】

The two Primarchs held hands, expressing apology and understanding, and behind them, the elites of the Dawnbreaker and the Ultramarines lined up, looking at each other in silence, trying to hide the remaining daze in their hearts as much as possible.

Until this moment, the two large fleets were actually still in some kind of chaos. The delay in communication made the outermost warships just have time to respond. It may take a Terra standard time or even longer to appease everyone. The mind of a warrior.

With the two Primarchs, everything was explained and the truth was given as quickly as possible. The two heirs of the emperor, each with a heavy heart, walked forward quickly, while constantly dispelling their worries, and at the same time Secretly rejoice in the bottom of my heart.

Fortunately, this time, Guilliman/Morgan is a reasonable blood relative.

"My soldiers have counted most of the torpedoes with bullets. They have caused some damage to my battleship, but not enough to make it incapable of fighting: the mechanical priest and damage control department on the ship are operating at full capacity, I believe in their strength."

"Now, only the last few torpedoes remain unchecked: the passage to them has been completely blocked, and there is no way for our brother to retreat."

The Lord of Ultramar strode before them all, his sword gripped politely and solemnly, his pupils sparkling with just the right amount of anger: hot enough, but not enough to consume himself.

The Spider Queen followed behind Guilliman with a gloomy face. Her pupils were now paler than her complexion, which was a frightening forecast of disaster.

They passed through the dense crowd, and in the continuous reports of the Ultramarines, they found their target precisely: the last suspects were surrounded by hundreds of armed sons of Guilliman, scattered Standing in a row among the messy corridors, behind them is the hull that was forcibly destroyed.

[Second from the left, there is someone. 】

As soon as he arrived, Morgan's whispers rang in Guilliman's ears. The Lord of the Ultramarines rushed up almost impatiently, while the Spider Queen chanted spells and steadily followed behind her blood relative.

The two Primarchs slowly approached the steel coffin that had always remained silent, and behind them, countless elite Astartes clenched their weapons, holding their breath temporarily, for fear of One of his distractions let go of the demon.

In the suffocating silence, Guilliman pulled open the door to land the torpedo, whispering angry inner words.

"Let me see you, you..."

"This……"

The Lord of the Ultramarines stared wide-eyed, unable to speak for a moment, and when the Spider Queen behind him looked over, he couldn't help casting a surprised look.

【This is……】

[Hector? 】

It's not the Midnight Ghost that everyone fears and hates in the torpedo, but Hector, who seems to have nothing to do with it.

The Son of Morgan, as tall as a Primarch, has fallen into a coma. He is lying inside, and his armor has been rendered by a dark blue color that is the same color as Midnight Ghost's battle armor: Given the timing of the next split second, even the most astute Astartes could easily confuse him with the Night Ghost.

But now the problem is...

"This is your warrior..."

Guilliman muttered to himself.

"He's here...then where is our brother?"

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"breath-breath-"

"breath-breath-"

Conrad breathed greedily, and he caught the thin air with big gulps, so that his sharp claws had enough strength and his mind was clear enough.

He was lucid, lucid enough to juggle two Primarchs, and two Legions.

He knew that there would be a moment when this game would be punctured, and he knew what would await him when it was punctured: but so what?He doesn't care.

Today is not his death day.

If yes, maybe it's better.

Thinking of this, Midnight Ghost couldn't help laughing, he stuck tightly to the glacier-like wall, and the even colder breath whispered in his ear, under the effect of this double pressure, he leaned against With his own armor, sharp claws and mighty power, he crawled up and down the metal barrier, looking for the best opportunity.

Through the simplest means, he achieved his next goal: Although he couldn't hear the sound, he still saw the moment when the hatches were opened, and glimpsed the dim light that shrouded the deck in the hatches.

Yes, Midnight Ghost is not inside the battleship at this time: he hangs himself in the void like a real bat that is unbelievably reckless, on top of the hull, leaning against those ships that are reliable enough to accommodate him The exquisite location of the battleship and the thin oxygen stagnant around the battleship will pass this time.

This is also the way he was able to escape the spider queen's soul detection twice: he was crazier than Morgan imagined, and the time and confusion he left for Morgan also prevented the Lord of the Second Legion from having more energy to expand the inspection. scope.

As the saying goes: the most dangerous place is the safest place.

As the Night King who walked out of the infinite abyss of Nostramo, although Conrad did not know the existence of this sentence, it did not prevent him from understanding the same wisdom.

Up to now, everything is within the calculations of the Night King: the fourth Dawnbreaker staying on the console is precisely Hector, who is as tall as a Primarch, and has been in Morgan's throne room for a long time. Seeing him for the first time in the movie, Midnight Ghost kept thinking about the value that this kind of talent brought him.

He successfully used this to pinpoint the timing of Hector's visit to the combat brothers in the console. After Hector left, he made enough noise to make him go back, and quickly subdued him unconscious, and then Using the paint hidden in the ventilation duct in advance, let Morgan's son have the armor of the same color as Midnight Ghost, and then stuff him into the last landing torpedo, and accurately grasp the moment when the Dawnbreaker reinforcements pushed the door open. Launch it again in a moment.

In this way, the "Midnight Ghost" has gone to the [Makragge's Glory], which is the sworn testimony of several Dawnbreaker warriors, and even the Spider Queen cannot temporarily distinguish the authenticity from the false.

As for Hector's whereabouts: With the launch of the torpedoes, the two Queen of Honor-class battleships were already in chaos, and no one would be obsessed with the temporary disappearance of an Astartes company commander.

And when all these happenings stirred up the hearts and minds of millions of people, Koz was quietly crouching in his hiding place, counting the time when his blood relatives went out, and he had temporarily recovered after confirming the cabin door. After establishing order, he didn't hesitate any longer, flashed over the heads of several guards who were frightened like a phantom, and quickly disappeared into the ventilation duct.

Now, there is only one last step left.

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Although the Lord of the Second Legion has left temporarily, there are still four guards staying at the door of her private space, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

But it was useless, Midnight Ghost appeared from the shadow he had chosen, and it took less than 30 seconds for all the resisters to temporarily quiet down.

He even flicked his paw impatiently, because it was only a stun rather than a kill. For Midnight Ghost, it was simply a delicate torture: in a certain kind of fear and lurking patience that would not admit, The Night King hasn't shed a single drop of blood for more than a month, which was almost unimaginable before.

He convinced himself that it was just some kind of patient wisdom, not because he had an inner fear of the... power of the carrion queen.

Restraining the twitching face, Midnight Ghost tried hard not to think whether it was excitement or trembling. He checked the breathing of the soldiers under his feet, and he stood up after confirming that they would wake up within two Terra standard hours. He turned around and straightened his face quite seriously.

Then, he pushed open the door.

He was about to step into the real secret place of the carrion queen.

He believes that as long as he...

"bass--"

Midnight Specter turned his head, his thoughts were interrupted by an uninvited visitor: in the place he avoided in a hurry, there was an extremely sharp table knife stuck in it, even piercing the wall directly.

"You should be aboard the Glory of Macragge now, Mr. Curze."

That short figure that was never really noticed by Midnight Ghost appeared: Queen Gene's maid stood among the furniture facing the gate, twisted her fingers lightly, and a dozen of the same sharp table knives melted out, He looked at the intruder with unfriendly eyes.

On her immature face that is almost always sad and joyless, Midnight Ghost even vaguely saw an aura called "war intent", he couldn't help but amused by it, the night king closed the door, and then opened Arms, slowly walked into Virgo.

"It's good to be faithful, little one, but you are just stupid."

"Get out of the way, you have nothing to do with my purpose."

Midnight Ghost smiled, and he even had enough energy to turn his head to listen to the sounds in the hallway and the curses of the Dawnbreakers: although he couldn't let any more blood flow, but for Nostramo's Midnight The king is coming, setting some traps on the way here, and teaching those reckless Morgan sons a profound lesson without shedding blood, it is still extremely easy.

"No, sir."

Queen Gene's maid threw out the throwing knife in her hand, Midnight Ghost easily dodged, and taking advantage of this opportunity, she grabbed the weighty furniture beside her and slammed it at the unsuspecting intruder in front of her again .

"Every person who stepped here without permission has something to do with me: there is a life-and-death relationship. I don't care about your name or your identity. I only care about your behavior and guilt."

"What right do you have to judge guilt?"

Midnight Ghost spoke lazily, he didn't count on this last step to be serious, until he easily avoided the heavy furniture and saw what happened in front of him.

Virgo grabbed the dining car that she almost never left, and violently pushed it down. After everything on it fell to the ground under the capture of gravity, she lightly pressed a button.

The next one, the huge dining car was constantly reorganizing and deforming in mid-air, and in a short while, it became a real murderous weapon, a giant double-edged ax even bigger and sharper than Virgo himself.

When Virgo raised her head again, though her countenance didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, the Night Ghost had to be serious: the talent of the Primarch and the instinct of the hunter alternated in his chest. Screaming, it made him grit his teeth and spit out a few words of complaint from the craggy crack.

"Monsters make monsters..."

"It's all a group of monsters..."

Virgo moved her neck, without the slightest anger, she just weighed the giant ax in her hand, and then told Curz in a very serious tone.

"My melee weapon is called [Petite Ragdoll]. You will be the first to be defeated by it, Lord Midnight Ghost, and I will record all this on the wall."

"..."

The Night King's face became more gloomy than ever. He licked his paws, intending to end the battle as quickly as possible. Although he couldn't see the future of this blasphemous creation, but a heavy weapon like this, as long as...

Curz muttered to himself, and then, he saw Virgo swinging the giant axe and unfolding the mechanical wings behind him.

"...?"

The next moment, countless fiery light beams and energy streams flooded the Midnight Ghost's position.

"..."

"Fuck!"

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"I still can't figure it out, Apocalypse."

[You always can’t figure it out, my friend, maybe you don’t need to continue to torture yourself, but you need to think about things you can relate to, which is good for our efficiency. 】

"..."

【…】

[Okay, what do you want to ask?Anything about number eight? 】

"Yes."

【You're thinking, why should I put her next to No. [-] instead of No. [-] as originally scheduled? 】

"In fact, if No. [-]'s problems are not corrected from the very beginning, considering the conditions of his home planet, no matter which brother he follows, it will be useless. From a purely utilitarian point of view, we should immediately let him be with him. His legions meet."

[No. [-] and his legion have an excellent fit, so his appearance or not is not really important to the eighth legion, because he will not bring any changes to the eighth legion: In addition to the increasingly poor quality of recruits. 】

[So, I would rather continue No. [-]'s experiment than a little utilitarianism, and No. [-] is one of the most important links in this experiment. We have witnessed his role, and also witnessed the possible paths of him and No. [-] , that is a combination that beats No. [-]. 】

"But No. 13 and No. 16 will also be one of the worst combinations in the early stage. From this point of view, No. [-] is far inferior to No. [-], No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-]. They are in our deduction Among them, they are all individuals who can quickly establish a sufficient mutual trust system with No. [-]."

[Yeah, I know, among them, No.13 is the fastest, followed by No.16, but No.[-] is not as fast as I imagined, and the combination of him and No.[-] is likely to cause a bad ending . 】

"The time with the heads of the seven primarchs?"

[Actually, there are more than seven. You forgot the No.16 that will fall in front of me, and the No. [-] that is one step earlier: I am still wondering how No. [-] did it. 】

[But let's think about it from another angle, my friend, in our initial deduction, No. [-] and No. [-] will not be a very close combination, and you are even certain that their cooperation will end in failure. 】

"Yes, at this point, I did make a mistake, no, I don't think this is enough for you to arrange number eight with number two, I don't see that number two has any bias against number eight Feelings, their future is exciting, but it is too difficult."

[Is there any thing in our hands that is simple? 】

"..."

"You didn't convince me, this is not a qualified answer, Apocalypse."

【I know. 】

[If you want to answer, then I can only tell you, my friend: We brought No. [-] back when it was a bit late, but not too late, which gave him a slight chance of being redeemed , It also makes getting along with him more difficult and tormenting. 】

[Even No. [-] can't bear this kind of torture: No. [-], only No. [-], only she can help No. [-] at this time. 】

"Will she do it? It's only a possibility after all?"

【I have no idea. 】

[But the situation can never be worse. 】

(End of this chapter)