Emperor's Bane

Chapter 56 Suspension
When the so-called [Overlord] chopped off, or rather ate the head of the last Dark Angel alive, Morgan was finally able to see its true nature.

It was fog, ominous, blood-red fog.

It was exactly the same as those chapters of evil that tormented her spirit for eternity.

In other words, they are of the same kind, but they are just the many sides of a dice with no difference in nature and means.

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If I succumb to the blue and purple ravings in my heart, will I also become like this?

She looked at the [Overlord] who was walking slowly, and fell into silent thinking.

Morgan's pupils reflected the current appearance of Ran Dan's greatest warrior in the past: its arms and legs were still unimaginably strong, but the once huge and ferocious head was now shriveled and ugly, with sharp fangs. The teeth can no longer pour out words, only drooling constantly, as if stupid.

Its blood flowed with no sign of stopping, and though it had killed so much blood, its own blood had not been spared.

The bulging hound's head had sucked the last of its valor and strength, barking triumphantly, yet hungry for more, insatiable.

Morgan stared at it, stared at the crimson mist that once surrounded the alien, and now completely occupied its limbs and bones. She smelled it lightly, smelling the smell of blood and brains .

【War, killing, brutality, hatred, destruction, anger, skull, deathmatch, bestiality, bravery...】

As the thick fog of blood got closer and more persuasive, countless words came along with the roar of the barbarian god, smashing into Morgan's will one after another like an angry mace, and then smashed against the Primarch's body. It turned into nothingness in front of the thick spiritual barrier.

The vicious woman frowned. She rummaged through her memory and cognition, looking for the meaning of these words and their nature.

Search one by one.

Determined one by one.

Her brow furrowed even more.

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Everything is hierarchical.

The same goes for emotions.

There are levels of joy, smiles and ecstasy are far from being on the same level, hatred also has levels, some hatred only needs one punch, and some hatred needs generations, endless entanglement, until one of them is completely disappear.

The same: gratitude, contempt, jealousy... all emotions are like this.

Morgan wasn't sure how he felt about the overwhelming fog of blood: fear?Disdain?Or is it pure fear?
There seems to be some of both.

But one thing is for sure.

She narrowed her eyes, her fingertips flashed with an invisible edge, and with a light wave, she cut off the sharp claws protruding from this menacing miasma, leaving only the endless roar of anger echoing in the sea of ​​souls .

At the moment when she wielded her psionic power, the roar seemed extraordinarily loud.

She didn't dislike the will, she loathed the voice of the gods that boasted of war, murder, and reckless destruction.

Just like this barbaric god doesn't like her either.

Unimaginable power gathered at Morgan's fingertips. She hesitated for a moment, and then swung thousands of invisible sickles almost arrogantly, causing the blood-red mist that was originally overwhelming to disappear in the blink of an eye. In a mess, not the same as before.

That angry roar was even bigger and more terrifying. It seemed that it might pounce on her at any time and tear her to pieces. In fact, she could feel that a destructive force was planning to do so.

Then, another long laugh came.

It was an extremely seductive, extremely intimate, and extremely obscene laughter, it was used from all directions, and it swept into an army in the blink of an eye.

She guessed right.

Angry battle roars and obscene laughter collided on the invisible sky, and even the endless howling wind on the desert was temporarily silenced by the collision of these two giants.

They are fighting, fighting, and wielding profane power that mortal beings can never imagine. This dispute seems to be the first time, and it seems to have been staged countless times. It seems that it only lasted for a second, and it seems that will last until the end of time.

Until the third force came late, it was another long and sharp laugh, like countless twisted eyeballs and tentacles multiplying in the void.

The three fangs of the gods are intertwined in this way, and they fight and fight each other without a bottom line: brutal offensive, cunning dodge, laughing injury...

Long stretches of wild laughter interweave and become at last a receding net, until they are lost in the furthest corners of the sea of ​​souls, never to be seen again.

Morgan looked up, looking up at those existences that she could not resist now, or even look directly at, gradually disappearing at the end of her will. She knew that these three forces were far from their serious attitude, and these were just the most terrifying of the three The weak pastime of existence, when their endless will is put on countless individuals, these three gods of blasphemy in the void have drawn out their insignificant posture and strength, and in this unknown corner Killing their never-ending emptiness.

But even so, she laughed.

Laugh at this sudden opportunity.

Everything in front of her was not her plan, but when she realized that an existence that had never been seen before but was as terrifying as the blasphemous evil gods in her mind was staying for this battle, what was in her mind The desire for provocation and observation naturally popped up.

She knew it would be fine, because the moment she cast her psionic energy, the blue and purple mist flooded from her heart again.

Even, when that provocative thought appeared in her mind, she could hear that distorted laughter.

Morgan's smile lasted only for a moment.

Everything that happened before her eyes proved that the gods are not united as one.

At the very least, when the development of the situation does not make them panic, they don't mind facing other kind with hostility and confrontation, and even regard this kind of cannibalism as a theme to kill time.

This time, she came to this conclusion.

This is enough.

Her life was long, and she felt almost instinctively how much time she had to understand her nightmare bit by bit.

Go a little deeper.

Go for a little bit of parsing.

Go for a little experiment.

One day.

She will get what she wants.

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As for the poor thing...

Her eyes moved to the former [Overlord], and as the scarlet mist was dissipated by her, the greedy big hound could only crazily suck the blood of its host. Together with the alien, there are now large pale marks on both arms.

It knelt on the ground, and its eyes finally regained a rare clarity.

Morgan looked at it silently, she was in no mood to end the suffering in front of her.

But that's okay, someone has.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Morgan didn't even need to look back to know what happened.

Peeling off the thick smoke that diffused across the entire battlefield, which would almost never dissipate.

Hector came at last.

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When the Nova of the Second Legion arrived, everything was over.

He looked at the bridge, the burning bridge, surrounded by endless smoke and flames, like a door to hell slowly opened, countless demons were occupying the other end of the bridge, using blood and last The wounded are having a carnival that cannot be tolerated in this world.

【keep going. 】

The voice sounded in his heart.

Hector didn't answer, didn't fluctuate, he just moved forward quietly.

He knew who the voice belonged to.

Therefore, under the command of this voice, he came here one step ahead of his team members, and he was silent all the way, even to the most trusted Lord Kairon, he didn't tell anything more.

Hector advanced, sword gripped tightly.

He smelled fighting.

But before that, he still had questions, many, many questions, and wanted to be answered by that voice.

He knew she would answer.

In the end, he came to the very center of the bridge, and in front of him was a monster, a distorted lump of flesh that was somewhat similar to the [Ran Dan] in his impression.

It looked as if it had been abandoned by a moody god, transforming into some formless, thoughtless, even meaningless monstrosity in its purest form.

【Kill it. 】

The voice came again, this time, it was very close.

In fact, he could see her.

"Ms. Morgan."

That's what the Dark Angels called her.

She was leaning on a pile of mysterious objects that Hector didn't know, and she was wearing a straitjacket full of runes. It was a piece of clothing with wide cuffs, with a pure white main color and jet black runes. , followed by Morgan's own blue and black long skirt and riding boots.

She sat casually on top of the pile of strange-shaped stone carvings and shackles, her knees arched, her arms were propped up, and then she stared at her chin and long silver hair, her blue pupils glanced at him casually, and then gave him a smile .

Hector looked at her.

Looking at this existence that made him respect, admire, get close to, fear, bewilder, joy, panic, and even a little bit of anger, his...

[Attack, Hector. 】

She spoke.

【Victory will not miss those who hesitate. 】

【I do not know either. 】

Hector wanted to say something more.

But before that, he had already charged at the monster.

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This is torture.

This is true for both parties.

Hector has never fought against such a powerful and crazy opponent. Maybe there is no shortage of more powerful Astartes fighters in the arena, but the contest between combat brothers is always civilized. etiquette.

But this... thing in front of him, the only thing it can do is culling it desperately, and the endless roar of pain, he can even see the real head suffering in endless distortion and regret.

kill me!

It growled, even pleaded.

Hector didn't answer, he just drained every ounce of strength from himself, and threw himself into every deadly confrontation and fight. The indescribable thing in front of him was changing all the time, from sharp claws to fangs, from snake-like From the tail to the sharp horns of the head, every moment, its attack will change its appearance.

The fight continued, seemingly for eternity.

And Morgan just watched.

She watched the battle of this tall silver armored warrior, watched him match countless offensives, relying on the most primitive strength, alert instinct and gradually solid basic skills, he contended with that twisted monster .

Morgan's eyes even briefly moved to that strange alien body. The moment she looked over, the so-called "Overlord" turned into a two-headed octopus, waving its eight-faced fangs.

Chaos egg.

The term flashed through her mind, but when she tried to find it again, it had disappeared without a trace.

And just when she was slightly distracted, the battle was over.

Hector's longsword avoided the edge, let a sharp claw cut a hideous hole in his breastplate, let the blood start to flow, and as he expected, he withstood the blow .

Afterwards, the blade that still had enough strength waved half a round of moonlight in the air, and precisely passed over the head of the [Overlord], and the head that had shriveled to the point of failure immediately fell to the ground.

That head, the last will of the [Overlord] fell into the blood donation and mud, the light in its eyes gradually dissipated, and the mouth covered with fangs opened slightly, revealing a human language.

"Good fight..."

Then, there was no more sound.

But Hector had no time to care: the monster didn't just die, on the contrary, its size was expanding uncontrollably, and the huge hound's head kept roaring, howling its last resistance.

And it was at this moment that a black shadow suddenly inserted into the center of the battlefield.

From that vain reflection, several torrents of blazing flames shot out violently, burning that huge monster into a pile of struggling ashes in the blink of an eye.

Hector's eyes widened, and he looked at the unknown spoiler in disbelief, and then he saw one dark angel after another walking out of it.

The Terran Standard Time agreed upon by the First Legion has arrived, and now they are coming to take over Andrews' position.

Several dark angels held the melt, like old farmers harvesting wheat, they burned the distorted monster into ashes without any fluctuations, while the others held weapons and walked towards the The other end of the burning bridge.

There was one last person, who gave Hector the look of an old man looking at a naughty child at home.

Then he walked over to Morgan.

"Ms. Morgan."

【it's me. 】

"Now, we have a new task and need your assistance."

【what……】

Morgan hesitated—for a split second, and then, laughing, she had roughly guessed what was going on.

[Happy to help. 】

　Well, I looked at the comment area and found that some people said that my plot has become watery and procrastinated.

　　So I flipped through these photos angrily...

　　Hmm... you're right (covers face)
　　So, let the drama begin to accelerate.

　　Try to drag the Lion King out within five chapters. I don't want to write war scenes in a short time.

　　Having said that, since the four rounds of push a few days ago, this book has neither a new recommendation notice nor a shelf reminder. Do veterans who have a starting point know what is going on?
　　


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