Emperor's Bane

Chapter 268 Guilliman's Round: One-on-one!
"I remember you drew your sword against the Primarch?"

"Yes, twice, but that was a long time ago."

"Who are they?"

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that I only lasted 3 minutes the first time and 5 minutes the second time, but they were both undeniably disastrous defeats: not me and Akudona. negative, but a real failure with no hope in sight."

The commander of the second company of the Dawnbreaker Legion was panting heavily. His team was the first reinforcement to arrive at the scene of the incident after hearing the explosion.

The successive organs along the way more or less hindered their pace, but after putting aside those comrades who could not get out temporarily, more than 30 elites of the Second Legion managed to reach the former original place within 1 minute. Before the body's private lounge.

And the reason for saying [Once] is because the place is already in a mess at this time, and there is no half of elegance and solemnity at all. Only the billowing smoke covers the promenade, so that every dawn breaker who has witnessed such a scene His complexion became gloomy and watery.

In the faint smoke, everyone could see that the wall of the Primarch's private room was violently torn open, as if smashed by some kind of brutal firepower. The Old Guard had been knocked unconscious, but luckily they were not affected.

And the pace of destruction is far more than that. The long corridor in front of the Primarch's private room and many exquisite bedrooms have also been affected, and have become collapsed ruins. A wasteland road emerged, leading to an unknown area at the end of the field of vision. Indistinctly, the sound of constant explosions could still be heard.

The faces of Morgan's sons were extremely terrible. They looked at each other, and under Bayal's order, a few of them were left behind to take care of the comatose combat brother, and the rest followed the wasteland road, Moving on, eager to find and capture the murderer, the bastard who had destroyed the abode of their genetic mother and brought disgrace to the entire Second Legion.

They have no hesitation: although they have already guessed what kind of monster the murderer will be.

……

"She's made a real monster."

Panting heavily, Midnight Ghost climbed into the only shadow that made him feel safe, and he took the time to breathe and adjust his already fragmented plans and thoughts.

At this time, the Night King was far away from his mission goal, because of a factor that he didn't care about at all, it had completely overturned his entire plan, and even made him into a mess.

His dark blue battle armor was smoking, from head to toe, it was the result of a beam of energy beam passing by him accidentally, and the bumps on the shoulder armor and cape, as well as those on the long black hair The fire marks like moths silently told what a terrible and ruthless firepower network he had to face: the kind that even the Primarch had to avoid for a while.

Midnight Ghost had never systematically studied the Imperial system of warfare, but his talent as a Primarch was enough for him to recognize what Morgan's creature had just pulled out against him.

Gauss Cannon, Linear Particle Cannon, Electromagnetic Accelerator Cannon, Plasma Torrent, Volcano Cannon, Storm Bolt, Honeycomb Missile...

Who knows what he just went through.

The inhuman creature simply chased after his figure, and then poured firepower recklessly at every shadow that the Primarch might exist: thus, Midnight Ghost was forcefully forced out of Morgan's room, and had to fight in the Hide XZ in the empty corridor.

He was not fast enough to avoid the uninterrupted psychic radar, and the armor on his body was only of a simple type, which could not stop the continuous frenzy of firepower at all. When the Night King had to retreat again, avoiding a series of hives aimed at him When the missile flew, he knew that he had lost the opportunity to see the truth, because the most critical few minutes were wasted like this.

Conrad knew that he had no other options: as long as he didn't dodge XZ in this empty corridor, but slammed into the rooms full of people, then he could quickly throw off the firepower, making people The pursuers behind him threw their hands at the mouse.

But this kind of thought only surfaced in the heart of Midnight Ghost for a moment, and was cast aside by a certain bottom line in his soul, completely turned into fly ash, and turned into an evil that the current King of the Night would never use. OK.

Curze rolled back and quickly dodged a blast of fiery plasma: after the initial indiscriminate bombardment, he could clearly feel that the pursuer's firepower was thinning out, although he wasn't sure if it was a trap , but Midnight Ghost keenly found an opportunity.

After inducing the next round of offensive to smash through the wall behind him, Conrad jumped into the complicated ventilation duct in the wall with a dodge. This is his kingdom, and it is also a fog that Morgan's creations cannot pry into. field.

"...like a mouse."

Hundreds of meters away, Virgo couldn't help squinting her eyes. She stopped her firepower projection for the first time, and while mobilizing the energy of other parts of her body to go to her back, she raised her head, ready to conduct another detection.

But just after this short pause, a sudden change occurred: the high wall behind Morgan's maid suddenly collapsed, the high ceiling was destroyed by pure violence, and Midnight Ghost sprang out of it like a black cannonball. The broken claws shone with a chilling light.

"!"

Virgo reacted quickly, turned around, and mercilessly split the attacker's long hair horizontally with the giant ax in her hand, but Midnight Ghost was faster than her: before the first ray came, the Night King The claws that had already been ready to go out accurately grasped the firepower wings on both sides of Morgan's creation. Relying on the innate brute force of the Primarch, Conrad only showed the slightest smile, and then put The deadliest fire hub jerked out, revealing the crackling, tangled cables within.

And Virgo, who had already lost her pain nerves, just had a cold face. Her giant ax failed in front of Midnight Ghost's agility, but still left a hideous horizontal scar on the broken armor chest.

"Don't get in the way."

The Night King smiled indifferently, he easily grabbed the giant axe, and pulled it over casually, leaving only the crisp sound of Virgo's two thin arms dislocating in an instant, and then, he held the ax instead. The sharp weapon lightly hit Maid Morgan's neck with the butt of an axe, and the powerful blow caused Virgo to slam heavily on the wall, before falling powerlessly and falling into a state of chaos where she was temporarily unable to move. .

Vaguely, Midnight Ghost could feel the psychic shield protecting Virgo's head: but in the face of the brute force of the Primarch, these protection methods were obviously not enough.

Midnight Ghost suppressed his smile, and he took a focused look at the little guy who had ruined his plan. After confirming that the dark cloud of death was not over her head, Conrad retracted his gaze and spent a second Come to consider whether it is necessary to hurry up and complete the goal that has been delayed for too long.

But soon, another sound helped stop his thoughts: the sound of silent but deadly footsteps, closely following someone who interested the Primarch.

……

Bayar rushed past the corner of the corridor, and his first action was to determine the current location of the target, as well as the surrounding environment and available terrain advantages.

A relatively narrow corridor, a pure one-way passage, far away from the noisy area, and there is no sign of traps for the time being: if it is used to hinder a Primarch, then this place is really good.

He glanced briefly at Virgo, who was lying at the feet of the Primarch, but had no more time to mourn for her. The Terran veteran who was almost two hundred years old just ordered everyone here to provide firepower in the lowest voice Support, and then asked a question.

"How long will it take for the Primarch?"

"About... 3 minute."

Bayar nodded, without the slightest hesitation in his answer.

"Understood, then leave it to me."

Afterwards, he took a deep breath, clenched his long and short knives tightly, walked into the shadow of the corridor, and walked into the midnight ghost who was looking at him with great interest.

He looked at the monster, the culprit who caused all this, the person who could kill him countless times within 3 minutes, slowly lowered his body and clenched his weapon tightly.

"Please advise, Your Excellency."

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"Where is he! My brother who caused disaster! Where is he!"

Before the light of the psionic teleportation circle had time to converge into a real entity, the fully armed Lord of Macragge rushed across the border between reality and fiction without hesitation, and stepped on the ruins of the flagship of the Second Legion among.

And behind him, the gloomy-faced Spider Queen, and the best fighters among the Primarch guards of the two Astartes legions poured out like fallen leaves in the dense forest. Auguston and Lana were Their leaders, two mighty warriors, were armed and ready to fire at anyone, even if it was another noble Primarch.

Without anyone's guidance at all, when Guilliman saw the road of ruins spreading on one side, he disappeared before everyone's eyes like a whirlwind. Only the Lord of the Second Legion, who also exuded a terrifying air pressure, could follow him. on his angry footsteps.

The Lord of Ultramar, like a jackal stalking his prey, quickly found Bayal, who was surrounded by his combat brothers and looked seriously injured. The chief swordsman of the Second Legion had a pool of blood under his feet, except for him Their own, and those belonging to another Primarch, spread far and wide.

Morgan walked up to Bayal, put his hand on his chest, and repaired his hideous wound with silent psychic power: Midnight Ghost's sharp claws pierced Bayal's chest, but it was not enough to take away his life.

Dawnbreaker coughed heavily.

"One of my swords remained in his chest, my lord."

【…】

[I know, well done. 】

Seeing the blood relatives kneeling down to heal the heir and the maid one after another, Guilliman waited silently for a while, then raised his head, and gave orders to the heirs who kept coming behind him.

"You guys stay here, and Morgan and I will go and bring back our brother who made a big mistake and make him realize how ridiculous his behavior is: everyone stays here, no one is allowed to interfere anymore, this is Something between the Primarchs!"

Anger radiated from the Lord of Ultramar like a hot haze, and no one dared to disobey his orders. After politely waiting for Morgan to heal the wounded, Guilliman nodded and looked at Appease the worried eyes of the heirs, and continue to follow the blood of Midnight Ghost with great strides.

Morgan followed behind him, and the two Primarchs did not speak, nor did they move more hurriedly: they could all perceive most clearly that Conrad did not escape, and that he was staying in a dark hall not far away Among them, waiting for their arrival, all the surrounding lights have been destroyed by the midnight ghost, making it a kingdom he is familiar with.

The Lord of the Ultramarines kicked open the door, his anger was an invisible torch burning in the darkness, shaking the entire hall with his roar.

"Conrad-Coates!"

"You stand up for me! Face me!"

"..."

Laughter came from the air, and the sound came from the other side of the hall, like the rustling of the scales of a boa constrictor brushing over the piles of withered leaves, which made people shudder.

"I can hear you, brother."

"You don't need to make such a fuss."

The Lord of the Ultramarines gritted his teeth. In the darkness, he saw his crazy blood brother clearly for the first time: Conrad was perched on a high platform, his slender and thin body covered by a tattered Wrapped in the armor, it looks like a weather-beaten evil sculpture. The sparse black hair hangs on the shoulders, and the curve baked by the high temperature can be clearly seen.

Midnight Specter was raising one of his exaggeratedly slender blood-stained claws, and kept flicking at his chest: there was a hideous wound, formed by a horizontal heavy ax mark and a stab into the Primarch. Created together by the thin sharp blade on his chest, the Night King was pulling out that sharp blade nonchalantly, and the blood left behind even made the furious Guilliman feel his scalp tingle for a while.

His brother...what kind of a person is he?

Conrad ignored him, he just tilted his head, smiled at the silent Lord of the Second Legion behind Guilliman, and fiddled with the drawn sharp blade as if showing off.

"Your son wants to kill me."

Midnight Ghost's voice was hoarse, as if discussing a trifle.

"He almost did: I couldn't dodge the sword, whose edge was so close to one of my hearts that it almost made me kiss my death, but even so, I didn't really Kill him: maybe you should compliment me?"

The Night King's laughter was like the wings of a crow reporting mourning, but the only answer was the face of the Spider Queen, who could not see any changes. Morgan slowly closed the door of the palace, making the three Primarchs the only witness to each other people.

Perhaps only the greatest psyker can clearly see the current appearance of the Spider Queen: Morgan is very quiet, very quiet, she doesn't seem to have any intention of interfering, she stands there, so quiet that even the three tyrannical forces in her heart Will, unknowingly lowered their own sense of existence, and fell into silence together.

Perhaps, she is dangerous.

Guilliman clenched his dagger firmly, and he walked resolutely towards the midnight ghost, and the latter also put on the pair of broken claws, and slowly greeted his brother. Behind the scenes of the blade, he looked at the faces of his blood relatives.

Every facial muscle of the Lord of Ultramar was twitching, he seemed to be shocked by his brother's appearance, but in the face of the most simple blood relationship, with the last glimmer of hope, Guilliman whispered Open your mouth.

"Do you know what you're doing, Konrad-Kurz? You almost lost the possibility of being able to make up for it all. You almost became the real sinner."

The words of the Lord of the Ultramarines were truly heartfelt, and what answered him was the deep darkness that would suffocate anyone in the pupils of Midnight Ghost.

"Of course I know, Guilliman, of course I know what I'm doing."

"I can even tell you: If the timing wasn't right, I originally planned to carry out this kind of operation against Macragge. I wanted to visit your homeland, and I wanted to visit the monster that raised you."

"What did you call her? Mother?"

"..."

"You bastard!!!!"

Fuck cool!

go fuck bro!

Fuck Conrad-Curtz!
The monstrous raging anger broke through Guilliman's not-so-solid wall of reason in an instant, and Lord Macragge let out a roar that could make Morgan look sideways. The sword killed his own blood relative who deserved to die.

Laughing morbidly, the Midnight Ghost didn't dodge, but met Guilliman's storm head-on, fighting Macragge's short sword with his broken steel claws.

"Come on! Brother! Come and kill me!"

In the darkness, the two sons of the emperor fought together like a storm biting each other, using unimaginable speed, determination and strength, trying to cut off each other's arms and legs, and suppress each other Skull and spine, knocked his brother to the ground.

They collided, beat, and used steel and muscle to complete an invisible duel. They passed through most of the hall in an instant. The daggers and sharp claws whetted dazzling sparks in the dark. Just the aftermath of the confrontation was enough to stir up a storm. , Kill any warrior who dares to approach.

"Conrad-Coates!"

Guilliman waved his short sword panting, all kinds of standardized moves and skills have become like the blood in his veins, and become the instinct between his gestures, the cruel edge turned into an impenetrable net in the darkness , uninterruptedly left scars symbolizing superiority on Midnight Ghost's armor, and defeated the Night King in the frontal confrontation.

"You monster! Bastard! Bastard!"

The Lord of the Ultramarines had blue veins on his forehead. He tried to curse his brother with the most vicious words, but in his anger, he found that he couldn't spit out those indecent words at all. He kept his piercing laughter in his retreat, and a few words from Nostramo were enough to arouse the nausea and nausea in Guilliman's heart.

Finally, Gritting his teeth, Guilliman briefly knocked Konrad back with a heavy swing, and as the latter rose to his feet, the Ultramarines Lord, trembling with rage, pointed at his brother and let out an indignant yelp. accuse.

"Conrad of Nostramo! Do you know what you have done! You are stirring up strife between the two legions! You are casting the most terrible cloud over our heads! You are raising your Uncontrollable tide!"

"If it wasn't for our blood relative, Morgan, who was so calm and rational, able to maintain his composure in the sudden chaos, and if I didn't happen to be in communication with Morgan, I would be able to understand the situation and avoid further loss of control: If it wasn't for these, you know you Will your rash actions lead to anything! You will start a war! Thousands of lives will be lost! Fall in an infighting for no reason!"

"If this really happened! If another Legion is here today! Then even the tide of the galaxy will not wash away your sins! You will become the second lost brother! Be the belly of Leman Russ The lonely ghosts in the world! So will your legion! Everything about them will be wiped away! Vanish!"

"Do you want such a terrible tragedy to happen again! You...you..."

"madman!!!"

"Dirty bastard! Bastard crawling out of hell!"

"I will never allow you to approach my Ultramar in my life! As long as I have a breath! As long as your feet dare to set foot on the land of Macragge! I will knock you down! Until you are in my kingdom disappear!"

The anger of the Lord of Ultramar grew stronger with his words, and turned into a boiling sea of ​​flames in an instant, just because when the brothers in front of him were listening to his accusations, the only answer was the maddened big brother. He laughed, and never laughed again: but this mocking laughter was the most obvious answer.

"Robert, Robert, my most noble princely brother."

The low-pitched lingering words flowed out from the mouth of Midnight Ghost and wrapped around Guilliman's ears, causing more malice and anger to emanate from his pupils, like a beast irritated by dirty slime .

"Poor you, Robert, you can't even swear."

"But on the other hand, you have a kind of wisdom that comes from stupidity."

"You're right about some things."

Midnight Ghost, who has been retreating steadily in the face-to-face confrontation, has been forced into a corner. In a majestic formation that does not involve psionic power or other interference factors, Guilliman, who has experienced perfect education and rigorous training since childhood, especially possesses the ability to Overpowering his half-brother's martial arts, the regularity of his swordsmanship has long been a certain instinct, which supported him to become the top dueling master among the emperor's descendants.

In a noble duel, Night Ghost would never be a match for Guilliman in any way, and he was never made for it. He is good at another kind of combat, another art.

In a close attack, Conrad even grabbed Guilliman's hand armor, but the Lord of the Ultramarines smashed his own hand armor and Curze into the wall together, and succeeded in losing the hand protection. Grasp the initiative of the battle.

The shortsword from Ultramar cornered its opponent in furious, precise strikes again and again. Guilliman pushed the Midnight Ghost against the wall, his blade almost approaching the wall. Dirty neck, but despite this, the hope of conversation remained in the pupils of the Lord of Ultramar.

"You can justify yourself, even for the most basic reduction of sentence."

Guilliman's tone was full of instinctive disgust, but he still said this sentence word by word, and began to wait patiently for what kind of refutation the Midnight Ghost would have after laughing.

But the Lord of the Second Legion in the distance just saw all this in her eyes, she shook her head helplessly, and started counting down, recording when the defeat belonging to Guilliman would come.

"Hahahaha cough cough cough..."

Midnight Ghost was laughing, coughing, pouring mocking glances on Guilliman as he watched his brother, limp, slowly shed a claw, seemingly resigned to ultimate defeat .

This somewhat made Guilliman heave a sigh of relief: after all, his brother was not completely hopeless. In an instant, the Lord of Ultramar was already thinking about how to block everything that happened today, or How to plead for Curz in front of the emperor.

At this time, Midnight Ghost spoke slowly, and his first words made Guilliman frown.

"You guessed right about one thing, my brother Guilliman."

"...Guess what?"

Curtz coughed up blood.

"Civil war, sin, lost brothers, the rise of traitors, and a tidal wave of blood across the galaxy, everything will happen, and our future will dance in the saddest fragments until the day it bleeds to death."

"Until the day our father was struck down by one of us."

"I have seen, I have seen the Emperor die, and he will die at the hands of his children."

"..."

Guilliman's eyes widened. His pupils changed between shock and bewilderment. He even forgot the most basic anger. He listened to Conrad's words and understood every word, but because of this short Foul words are struck by lightning.

He...he...he...

How dare he!How could he say such foul language!What qualifications does he have...

In the next instant, the Master of Ultramarines began to tremble, and his whole body trembled in a kind of instinctive horror: just a wave caused by Midnight Ghost was enough to make Guilliman's snow-white heart crushed into pieces. A desolation of bewilderment.

"You madman! Conrad!"

"How dare you say such words! How dare you slander our brothers! How dare you curse our father! You know what kind of consequences your words will cause if other people hear them! Have you ever thought about it? ..."

"Look, Robert."

Coz giggled.

"You don't even have the courage to imagine, no wonder you've become like that: Stop lying to yourself like this, my brother, I know what you've done better than anyone, you have more guts than you think."

"Maybe you'll have your own empire: maybe that too?"

"..."

"Crazy...you are a lunatic!"

Guilliman gritted his teeth, his self-cultivation made him not know how to curse all the profane words he heard for a while, and his embarrassing situation was seen by Curze in exchange for a whisper after a maniacal laugh.

"Do you know why I say such things, Robert?"

"..."

Guilliman was silent, but he didn't deny his curiosity. When the unarmed face of Midnight Haunting slowly approached Guilliman's dagger, the Lord of Ultramarines just raised his eyebrows coldly.

"because……"

Guilliman pricked up his ears.

Then Conrad laughed.

"puff----"

In the blink of an eye, a large stream of foul-smelling blood spewed out from Midnight Ghost's mouth, and covered the face of the Lord of the Ultramarines through the sword that was close at hand.

Guilliman retreated instinctively. He was sensitively aware that something was wrong. He kept waving the short sword in his hand, eager to maintain a safe isolation zone. The chaotic swing came to one of Guilliman's arms. Looking at his wrist holding the sword, he opened his mouth wide.

bite!
"hiss--"

Severe pain accompanied by blood on the wrist, causing the Primarch to suffer at the same time, messed up the last inch, and the short sword landed, allowing Conrad to stick close to his brother, pulling the battle to his best field .

The Lord of Ultramarines quickly wiped away the blood stains on his face, but before he could open his eyes, Midnight Ghost slammed up viciously, hitting him completely, and two withered fingers pierced Kidney like lightning. Liman's eyes caused severe pain and darkness to strike again.

The Lord of the Ultramarines, who was originally bent over in a posture of protecting his mind, raised his head because of this blow. The piercing pain allowed instinct to occupy the upper part for a short time, and also allowed Midnight Ghost to grab Guilliman's head. With one of the craziest head cones, Guilliman fell to the ground completely, losing the ability to get up.

The Night King grabbed his prey, and he hugged Guilliman's neck from behind, rolling with him on the icy ground like a pair of lions fighting in a mud puddle.

In the next second, he managed to suffocate the Lord of the Ultramarines, his iron hands tightened around Guilliman's neck, and the foul-smelling whispers slowly echoed in the Primarch's ears, like is a brief description of the murderer.

"That's it, brother."

Conrad whispered.

"Feel it, feel your current situation and despair, feel that you still have 3 minutes to live, feel the suffocation and irresistible brute force, feel how small and desolate your hope is at this moment."

"This is the future: your future, our future, the future of the Empire, and the future of the Emperor: this is it, struggling helplessly, waiting for the death sentence that has been pronounced."

"We will all die, in our own despair."

"Here it is: the future I see."

"Now, do you believe it?"

"boom!"

【I do not believe. 】

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Morgan came slowly, and she waved her hand easily, nailing the two entangled Primarchs to the wall at the same time, and then walked in leisurely, stripping Midnight Ghost from Guilliman's body.

Curz didn't resist. He seemed to have expected all this. When Morgan's fingers firmly grabbed his neck, Midnight Ghost just coughed heavily and smiled.

"Are you going to tell me about your future again, sister?"

"What is it this time, the date of my death?"

【Maybe. 】

Morgan is still quiet, and her quietness can even be called a kind of weirdness.

Just when Guilliman was struggling to get up, the Midnight Ghost just let out a frenzied laugh.

"When will I die? When?"

"today?"

"Then what are you waiting for, let's do it!"

"Morgan...can't do this..."

Guilliman stopped the sound from drifting aside in a spirited manner, but the Spider Queen only evoked a smile in the silence, a smile that could kill a world.

[Maybe, Curz. 】

【But that depends on whether you can survive my next small punishment. 】

"Oh? What kind of punishment is that?"

【For example...】

【…】

【I'm going to take your lungs out of your nose. 】

Morgan spoke slowly.

She is still very quiet.

(End of this chapter)