Emperor's Bane

Chapter 35 Wine

"An unprecedented army is being assembled."

"From Holy Terra to Ultramar, countless legions and countless fleets have answered the call of the Empire. They are united, listening to the same order, carrying out the same goal, and destroying the same enemy."

"Here, there are tens of thousands of angels of death from nine legions, and millions of mortal warriors. The believers of Mars walk in the array with warriors made of steel. They are the embodiment of technology and knowledge. Realized, fighting with thoughts and commands that ordinary people cannot understand."

"And the machines of gods that keep moving forward with their mechanical neighing are driven by countless ancient great knight families. Their power will only be put into the craziest and most legendary battlefields, as the greatest giants. Fighting and dying with beasts, imprinted in the scrolls of legends that no one remembers."

"They will all die, and they will all be immortal."

"I have no doubt that such a powerful force is destined to bring about everything that this galaxy can hold: creation, destruction, war, peace, honor, betrayal, victory, and death, this invincible force The power is enough to destroy the heavens, subdue the empire, and turn the dynasty and the army into ashes in a blink of an eye, or to satisfy the craziest and most ambitious ambitions, and create a great cause for a thousand years."

"Maybe only the Emperor can harness this power, but he has distributed the power and the crown to his sons. The commander who stands at the forefront is named Leon-Jonson, a man who has just returned from the barbaric forest and castle. The Primarch, who was found in the world, was given the command scepter of millions of armies before he could even take off his ancient armor. Any one of his orders will determine the fate of countless galaxies and worlds. , any one of his wills will determine the lives and deaths of millions of people."

"I have no right to question and judge the will of the Emperor. In the Empire of Man, no one has the right to do so. All I can do is hope and pray, hoping that the eyes and will of our Lord will still shine brightly, Pray that the prowess of our Commander will be sufficient to repay the Emperor's favor."

"Lion-Jonson, may the Emperor protect him."

————Esther-Gurman, narrator of the First Legion, enjoyed the Emperor's mercy in the Second Battle of Randan.

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[The Greatest Knower] carried a hundred warriors of the Thousand Sons and nine times as many mortals. It set out from the forge world of Reza near Prospero. Before leaving, it drank energy and crossed the vast ocean. Everything needed, and then headed east all the way, and started his own journey.

The ship first arrived at the world of Olympia, and it stayed at the home planet of the Iron Warriors Legion for three days, until the expedition fleet of the Fourth Legion was finally assembled, and then it joined this huge void kingdom and headed to the galaxy In the northeast, where most of the power of the empire is sacrificing life and death.

The journey in the void was long and empty. The ships of the Sons of Magnus accompanied the Iron Warriors' fleet across solemn or desolate galaxies one after another, and shuttled between Mandeville points countless times. Their footsteps have traveled across thousands of worlds and kingdoms, but the sights they see are the same: all they see is a night sky with very few stars, exuding pure black or mixed colors. Meteors, which look so romantic when viewed from land, are just misshapen, twisted rocks riddled with holes.

The fleet of the Iron Warriors may be called spectacular and powerful. Whenever they pass through a world, they will cast a terrifying shadow that is enough to make the kings cry, but such a fleet is also without aesthetic feeling. They are nothing more than a piece of A blunt combination of pieces of steel, these warriors from Olympia worshiped their powerful genetic father, but they could not learn his sensitive and genius inside, so they could only imitate the appearance of [Steel Blood] and transform their battleships Became a monster on the battlefield.

For Ahriman, seeing these steel coffins without portholes wrapping his vision without any dead ends every day may be the second most tragic thing in his current time.

As for the first...

"I'm still too negligent, really."

The leader of the Thousand Sons Expedition was sitting on his seat, the corners of his eyebrows twisted into a painful vortex, just like a huge, distorted man-made wound entrenched on his face.

"If I knew I was in Olympia, I should have gone down with you, or reminded them—who knows that no one in this group of guys cares, wouldn't they think about it!"

Ahriman was complaining intermittently, while across from him, the theoretical number two of the Thousand Sons Expedition was listening absentmindedly. She first simply combed her long hair into a ponytail, and then flipped through the pages of her hand. while pouring himself a glass of water.

Yes, there hasn't been a single drop of wine on board since the seventh terra-standard day that the Perfect Knowing left the world of Olympia.

As for the homebrews of mortal crews and the polar spirits favored by the Iron Warriors, Ahriman wouldn't drink a drop of it with a bolter held to his forehead.

Although such worrying was not enough to break Ahriman's mentality, it was enough for him to find his mortal friends and complain a few words during the long and boring journey in the starry sky.

And Morgan's answers are always spot on.

[When we arrive at the destination, there may be wine to drink, after all, it is not only the combat command center of millions of troops, but also the logistics base of countless troops. 】

"It's hard, I can tell you."

Having said that, Ahriman's face became serious.

"The situation on the front line is even worse than we imagined. The combined force of the four Astartes legions can barely hold the forge world Shana, which is the core of the front line. As for other places, there is no time to take care of them. The Titan Legion fell in battle."

[Don't be so unconfident, Ahriman, you and your people can do it too if you destroy a Titan army. 】

Maybe not.

Ahriman thought so, but when the words came to his lips, he did not say them. One of the proudest sons of Magnus just slowly leaned his body on the seat. After a while, his attention Power then transferred to Morgan's hands.

"What are you looking at?"

[A letter. 】

[I made a pen pal in Olympia. She is a very good person. Although she is not top-notch in terms of knowledge, she has her own insights and thoughts, and she has her own thoughts on governance and society. 】

Ahriman listened lazily, not paying attention.

A small episode like this is like the cream decoration on the cake, adding a touch of interest to the boring journey, and in this kind of boring and interesting situation, the expedition fleet passed through countless newly built interstellar colonies and airports , and finally plunged headlong into the void at the very edge of the galaxy, which is already the limit of the territory of the human empire.

This is where the war broke out.

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The Geyamala Starport is a floating marvel.

It was not built by the human empire. The emperor's people did not have the ability to create such a spectacle at this time. This great void building may be a relic of the golden age of human beings, or it may be the painstaking efforts of some other outstanding intelligent races It is a masterpiece, but this does not prevent it from being requisitioned by the Dark Angels Legion, and has become a spacious abode for countless war beasts of the Empire.

This magnificent star port is built on a huge desert world, and the shadow it casts covers almost a third of the world, but what is surprising is that there is no link between the star port and the world. It relies on a certain kind of exquisite calculation and complex structure, and it stops steadily on the orbit of the dead world.

Ahriman and Morgan stood in the huge shadow cast by the starlight in the Starport, and they sighed with emotion at the miracle constructed by numbers and calculations in front of them: Geyemara seemed to connect several star castles to each other , but it is countless times larger. There are hundreds of warehouses inside it, a hall that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, a corridor with a maze as a blueprint, and even several ancient docks that can repair large ships.

Most of the space in this void kingdom has been completely necrotic, but the remaining small part can still accommodate hundreds of thousands of mortals and warriors. Battleships and transport ships come and go in and out of its dozens of ports, maintaining The huge guards and massive supplies needed for this important military hub.

"Let's go in."

After patiently waiting for the Iron Warriors' large fleet to gradually disperse and gather, Ahriman finally gave his order to the captain. Morgan even found that Ahriman at this time was even more different than usual: when he faced the mortal crew At that time, Company Commander Thousand Sons exuded an almost innate contempt and majesty.

【The Best of Knowledge】successfully docked at a relatively empty port. Ahriman walked down with Morgan and his two soldiers. When they left the ship completely, there was already a mortal in front of them. The officers were waiting for them, his clothes embroidered with the Dark Angels' emblem, which indicated which Legion of the Astartes he had sworn allegiance to.

Morgan saw Ahriman's brow furrowed.

"Thousand Sons, Ahriman."

"I think the order I received was to complete the task handover with Captain Azir of the Dark Angel Legion and send personnel to assist him in combat, so may I ask..."

"where is he?"

Facing Ahriman's questioning, the mortal in front of him did not show a timid expression. In fact, his face was rather strangely flat, and it could even be said to be stiff.

"Commander Azir couldn't come, I'm very sorry."

"Okay, so who am I going to hand over to?"

"Please wait for the notification."

"So how long?"

"Please wait for the notification."

Ahriman frowned even deeper.

He asked a few more questions in a row, and all he got was a cold sense of ceremony.

Morgan could feel a trace of anger being stirred up in Qianzi's heart, but just before this trace of anger started to blaze, a black figure walked over.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

The person who came was wearing the standard dark angel armor, and his voice was uniquely energetic. The son of Zhuang Sen walked in quickly, waved his hand, and let the official leave.

"A trick of some old men in the Legion. They think it will keep the secret longer."

The visitor showed an apologetic smile, and then he opened his mouth to solve Ahriman's doubts.

"The fleet that Captain Azir is in hasn't sent a signal since thirteen days ago. His last message was that he encountered a huge Randan fleet including combat satellites..."

He didn't say anything more, because the information was enough for Ahriman to understand everything.

"So, next, I will fight side by side with you?"

Facing Qianzi's question, the Dark Angel just smiled briskly.

"Maybe, it depends on the will of my genetic father, but in this war, we are fighting side by side anyway, aren't we?"

Ahriman's brow furrowed, and he smiled.

"Thousand Sons Legion, Black Crow School, Ahriman."

Qianzi stretched out his hand, and was held tightly.

"Dark Angels Legion, 22nd Chapter, Zahariel."

　emmmmm, the Lion King is so difficult to write...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)