Emperor's Bane

Chapter 590: Zhuang Sen, but red goes with green

Lions are intimidating.

This kind of awe is impeccable. Even his blood brothers will feel nervous when facing the lion: the oppressive feeling that is so strong that it is almost tangible can easily crush the kinship in the blood and shroud the meeting between the brothers in silence.

At least, when Corax first felt the presence of Jonson, he felt it was a dark sun, rampaging across the corridors of the Aurora: although the heavy door temporarily blocked the Primarch's vision, beads of sweat suddenly seeped out of Corax's neck.

This was something he had never felt before.

In the past on the Planet of Redemption, even though the suppression forces of the slave owners and tyrants were like rolling black clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see, they had never given the Primarch such a sense of tension: he even smelled the breath of death in the air.

Corax opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Conrad beside him.

The Night Haunter is right: Jonson is such a terrifying character.

This was the first impression the Dark Angels' Primarch made on his brother: he could intimidate him without even entering the latter's field of vision, and as Jonson's heavy footsteps grew louder, Corax began to regret not being fully armed today.

The Raven King heard everything that happened outside the gate. He was amazed that those Huntsman Roses actually dared to stand in front of Jonson. He suppressed the trembling in his teeth and asked the Lord of Caliban to complete the corresponding inspection: The Primarch did not know what happened next, but fifteen seconds later, the door of the throne room made of adamantium was pushed open by the Lion himself.

Only then did Corax see his brother clearly: Jonson's face was stern, his eyebrows were sharp, and two deep green gems were inlaid in his sharp face. The stubble on his chin was just right, and the golden hair that could fall to his shoulders was neatly combed, like a wheat field after harvest.

With just one breath, he made the whole room cold.

Behind the Lion King, there were two fully armed attendants, who quickly closed the door behind the Primarch, so that the Raven King could not see the expressions of the Hunting Goddesses Roses in time. However, judging from the Lion King's face, the relationship between the two sides could not be said to be very pleasant.

For a moment, Corax felt his spine tense up, and he instinctively put on his most serious attitude, even though his brother only glanced at him curiously. The Lord of the Star of Redemption, who had already prepared a plan for this meeting a few days ago, found that he had forgotten what to say.

How should he greet her? Should he be more friendly? Or more serious?
Should he introduce himself, or wait for Morgan or Conrad to help?
damn it……

Why did he think of Dreadwing's melta bombs when he saw Jonson? He had been killed by them many times: three times if not five times. And why did the two servants behind Jonson look familiar? Did the sword at his waist make his neck cold? Did the pistol make him so uncomfortable?

Oh, right.

They all want to take his life.

In less than a second, thousands of thoughts flashed through the Crow King's mind. He just felt that everything was in a mess. Whether it was Jonson who was striding towards them, Morgan who had already gone to meet them, or even Conrad who was silent, they all brought Corax the same great feeling of irritation at this moment.

He began to understand why the prophecies troubled the Night Haunter: he shouldn't have laughed at Conrad in his heart about this.

The Raven King grinned, because he despairingly discovered the fact that he was indeed not good at this kind of social work. The relaxed atmosphere of the Aurora gave the Primarch a false impression that he had learned to deal with people: but the fact was that he was still clumsy.

It was Morgan's kingdom that gave him false achievements and confidence. Staying in heaven for too long made him forget what the human world looked like.

Corax's mouth went dry, and he took another second to clear his mind, to muster up the courage in his heart, and once again looked at the silent Caliban: but this time, his eyes were attracted by another person.

The Emperor's bloodlines all have superhuman thinking and a speed of action to match: in the two seconds that Corax hesitated, the Lord of Avalon, who had been standing in front of the throne, as quiet as a virgin, had already floated across most of the throne room and stood in front of the Calibans: the two armed servants behind the Lion King did not even see how the Spider Queen moved.

She used psychic powers?

It seems there isn't.

"Morgan."

The corners of Zhuangsen's mouth moved, trying hard to force a smile, and the cold air around him dissipated completely: Corax observed all this carefully, he wanted to learn from it how to get along with his new brothers.

【Jonson.】

Morgan nodded, more calmly than anyone else present.

Then, the Caliban man seemed to want to say something, but the Spider Queen's action rudely interrupted him: Morgan first waved her hand in the air, putting the words on the edge of Jonson's mouth back into his neck, then she frowned, pursed her lips, stretched out her right index finger, and leisurely drew an arc on the lion king's armor.

The Raven King noticed that Zhuang Sen's body became stiff because of this action, or perhaps a little submissive?

Did the Calibanite often have Morgan inspect his armor?

This is a very personal thing, right?
Corax couldn't figure it out.

But he could see clearly: with this invisible arc as the center, the Spider Queen first looked around, then explored carefully: her eyes kept flashing up and down between the Caliban people's armor, sweeping across those quaint decorations and patterns, frowning when facing the junction of the cloak and armor, and a disapproving sound came from her lips.

After a few seconds, Morgan released her anger in a shake of her head, which made Zhuang Sen stand still, not daring to move, waiting for her words.

【Tell me, Jonson.】

Morgan's voice made everyone in the room involuntarily shrink their necks.

[Who told you to dress like this: Your taste is even worse than Mortarion's. ]

"...?"

It was not until then that the Raven King standing behind reacted. Jonson's current outfit was indeed a bit different. In his impression, the Lion King always wore a pure black armor with a scarlet cloak, and occasionally a snow-white cape with ruby ​​buckles: any great knight would dress like this.

But now, the Lion King did retain his scarlet cape, but the cape and ruby ​​were nowhere to be seen: but the worst thing was that the armor he chose for himself was no longer pure black from head to toe, but was painted from head to toe...

Dark green?
Dark green armor?

A bright red cape!

And there was no compromise between the two, it was just a large-scale color clash: the bright red cloak was tightly attached to the dark green armor, as if it had been soaked in water, and there was no third color to embellish them.

"hiss……"

The Raven King frowned: he was beginning to empathize with Morgan's anger.

But what really surprised him was Jonson's reaction to Morgan's anger: this Lord of Caliban, who had made Corax's hair stand on end before, did not immediately put up his wall when facing Morgan's frown. Instead, he stood there, thinking awkwardly.

After a few seconds, he carefully gave his answer, and there was a hint of caution in his tone: if the external environment did not allow it, Corax even felt that the lion would rub his hands and then give an awkward smile.

"This was all Luther's idea."

【Luther's idea? 】

Morgan sneered.

[Jonson, has anyone ever told you that you are not good at shirking responsibility? ]

"Yes, I have."

The lion blinked innocently.

"That's what you said."

【…】

In Morgan's silence, the Caliban people recalled the past: Jonson stroked his stubble, with a smile on his face.

"You don't remember, seventy years ago, when we were exterminating Randan, you said this to me in person: You said that the attrition report I wrote to the Mechanicus was terrible, and the excuses didn't stand up to scrutiny, so I gave you all the corresponding paperwork."

"They haven't bothered me again: you're very good at passing the buck, Morgan."

"…That's a compliment, right?"

Not far away, Corax quietly approached Conrad who remained silent.

"Well, from Jonson's perspective, it's a compliment."

The Midnight Lord pondered for a moment before nodding with certainty.

"What about from Morgan's perspective?"

The Raven King couldn't help but be curious, but Conrad just snorted.

"Morgan's perspective? That's not important."

"unimportant?"

"No way, brother."

Conrad nodded.

"Believe me: no matter how Morgan behaves on the outside, when she and Zhuang Sen stand together and chat, Morgan's perspectives, preferences and even values ​​are unimportant. She will erase them with her own hands: if she doesn't do this, she and Zhuang Sen can't chat."

"You can understand it this way: if you want to chat with the barbarians, then you must..."

"Well...I think you understand?"

Corax nodded.

"I understand, but why would Morgan want to chat with a barbarian?"

“She always had wild tastes: you can look at her afternoon tea menu from sixty years ago.”

"..."

Corax fell silent: just like Morgan who was also rubbing his brow. [Well, I think I did say that.]

The Spider Queen feels a migraine: a common side effect of Jonson's.

【When did it come? 】

"After the Titan Forge, that was when we lost six Titan Legions."

[Which time? I remember you got the Titan Furnace at least five times.]

"Not so much: three times, and in one of them only four legions were lost."

【……never mind. 】

The corners of Morgan's mouth twitched: after the migraine came high blood pressure, and then there were daily activities such as chest tightness and shortness of breath.

【Let’s talk about Luther. 】

"of course."

The lion king's pupils lit up.

"He has recently been promoting the development of characteristic industries on Caliban. This dark green dye is consistent with the color of the Caliban forest. The Dark Angel recruits who are trained on Caliban will temporarily wear this armor and change to pure black after arriving at the First Legion."

【Luther's rare wrong decision.】

"Before coming here, Luther happened to send me this dark green armor, so I put it on. Is there any problem with this armor, Morgan?"

[…No, forget it.]

The Spider Queen pinched her brows and sighed as if she was used to it.

[At least Beerus is stronger...]

【Don't worry about these useless things, let's take a look at our new brother Corax. 】

Anger, helplessness and numbness all happened in a second, as if Morgan had already gotten used to it all, but Zhuang Sen's action reminded her of this memory: When the Raven King reacted, he found that the Spider Queen was standing behind him, holding his shoulders with both hands, and pushed him in front of Zhuang Sen.

Morgan was more agile than any of his brothers aboard his warship.

But the Raven King found that his previous nervousness seemed to have almost disappeared: after Morgan's frown and Jonson's stammering, the world-destroying Caliban seemed to have a new image in Corax's mind: an image that made him more relaxed.

The Raven King took a breath, and took the last step forward, holding out his hand, wanting to greet his brother: Jonson looked like he was going to do the same, for he forced a smile and shook Corax's hand, revealing his white teeth between his parted lips.

"Hello, Cora..."

"?!!"

An abrupt movement interrupted Zhuang Sen's words.

For some reason, when Corax looked up and saw Jonson open his mouth, the steady Primarch suddenly stepped back as if by instinct: although he failed because of his and Jonson's tightly clasped hands, the pulling action was still very obvious.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Corax could even hear his own breathing.

Damn: he was sweating again.

Of course, the Raven King knew what had happened just now. It was nothing more than an overreaction to Jonson's opening his mouth: after all, in that real world, Corax had been killed three times by the plasma from Jonson's mouth.

The last time, he even took his last breath after all the organs in his body were burned.

All I can say is...well...

Fortunately, Jonson wasn't followed by Dreadwing.

"?"

The Lion King raised his eyebrows, he turned his inquiring eyes to Morgan, but the Lord of Avalon could not give an answer, but Morgan knew who she should pursue this issue with: when the situation happened, the Spider Queen's cold gaze made Conrad shudder.

It took him three seconds to recover.

Then, Midnight Haunter showed an extremely shy smile. He walked forward without hesitation, facing the gaze of the Spider Queen, put his hand on Corax's shoulder, and with the other hand he casually waved hello to Zhuangsen, finally resolving the situation.

But secretly, Conrad knew exactly what he had to do.

I saw the nail on his little finger quietly pressing a button inside the armor.

Twelve seconds later, a will signed by the Primarch of the Eighth Legion will automatically appear in the printer on Sevatar's bedside.

Oh, of course.

And the rest of the month's bills.

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Although there were some minor setbacks, overall, the first meeting between the Crow King and the Lion King went smoothly: at least it was much smoother than the first meeting between the Lion King and the Wolf King on Duran.

Not fighting is victory.

Morgan has always believed so.

With unimaginable tolerance, Jonson ignored Corax's unusual behavior. He was even in a mood to introduce the two armed servants behind him to his Raven brother: when the two dark angels took off their helmets, Corax was able to accurately pronounce their respective names in his heart.

Of course: Corswayn and Alajos.

An old acquaintance.

The Raven King smiled and shook their hands, regretting not to see Astelan.

After all, the combination of these three people once brought him an unforgettable death.

Corax remembered that it was the first time he defeated Jonson, and he felt a rare pleasure in the virtual world, but what followed was a trio of warriors who fought with him to retrieve Jonson's body.

He didn't want this to happen to his offspring: it was a meaningless sacrifice.

The Raven King remembered how he had slashed off Astelan's head with his blade, then torn Alajos' chest to pieces with a casual claw, but Corswain seized upon the sacrifice of his two battle-brothers by slitting Corax's throat at the same time: the Raven King was unsure if that was a fatal wound, as the Dreadwing's indiscriminate nuclear bombardment killed them both in almost the same instant.

And all this was enough for him to remember Coswayn's iconic face.

So, the Primarch stepped forward and shook hands with the brave warrior in the flattered eyes of the Dark Angels. His enthusiastic gesture made Zhuangsen look at him in confusion, and he even became suspicious: Without Morgan, the Lion King was still the same Lion King.

But before he could ask, a certain Spider Queen who had [solved] Conrad cast an impatient look at him: Not sure why, but when Morgan saw Jonson, who she hadn't seen for a long time but was still a worry, Conrad, who had never made her worry, and Corax, who seemed well-behaved but was actually a loser.

She suddenly began to sympathize with mortal women who had families.

【…】

Forget it, just sympathize with yourself.

Morgan sighed and extended his evil hand towards the two people who were looking at each other.

The weak Spider Queen was seen holding Corax in one hand and Jonson in the other, walking towards the strategy room behind her: Midnight Haunter and two Dark Angels followed behind her, forming a neat line from tall to short, following her closely, like newborn ducklings.

At the same time, Virgo, who was busy in the small kitchen, received a message from her mother.

"Well, find a new suit of armor for Jonson?"

"Atalanta, do we have any clothing in our inventory that would fit Jonson?"

"Ah, Jonson?"

"You take your pick."

"Every piece of armor my mother made was made to Jonson's standards: Conrad's and Corax's have been taken away, and the Dawnbreakers and Mortals belong to another system, which she will not keep in her wardrobe."

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"and many more!"

"What about those torture instruments she made? Are they also of Jonson's standard?"

"Ah, those."

"..."

"That's the size of the Emperor."

(End of this chapter)