Emperor's Bane

Chapter 592 Monsters and Monsters
"What are you looking at, Hector?"

"Ah, nothing, Corswayn, I was just looking at this..."

"Looking at this ovarian spider with sixteen human heads? What does it remind you of?"

"Tonight's supper."

"what?"

For the first time, the Lion King's legion commander was distracted on the battlefield. Looking up at Hector, who was almost twice as tall as him, Corswayn began to wonder if there was something wrong with his ears: Maybe he should go see the pharmacist after the battle?

"What did you say it reminded you of?"

To be on the safe side, Costwain took another look at the paralyzed thing that he and Hector had just killed: the tight limbs and rough skeleton supported the twisted flesh, the dirty fingers were full of eyeballs and mouths, and pus-like blood. The Lion King's butler looked through his hundreds of years of service experience, but could not find many such disgusting people.

"Does this remind you of midnight snacks? Do you usually eat this kind of food?"

"Oh, of course not."

Hector shook his head.

"But these things look, well, quite appetizing, right?"

"..."

"You Dawnbreakers will be snatched away by some gluttonous demon sooner or later."

The Lion Butler opened his mouth but found himself speechless. He could only shake his head, sighing that the galaxy was so vast that there were all kinds of things in it, while throwing himself into the next battle: Fortunately, although the Dawnbreakers led by Hector were a little hard to describe in terms of taste, there was no need to worry about the combat.

But then again, hasn't the Second Legion always been like this?
Koswain had heard the old Terran seniors describe the feeling of the Second Legion: they were the most reassuring on the battlefield and could eliminate the biggest threat to you, but once they left the battlefield, these bastards would suddenly become the biggest threat.

The Lion Butler was glad that he only had to experience the first one.

As for the latter: Ms. Morgan will not continue to indulge these guys, right? She is a decisive person, and the older generation of the Dark Angels still remember her actions in the Randan War.

After all, they could no longer find a good or even qualified successor: although Zhuang Sen had changed over the years, he always gave them the feeling that something was missing.

Kos rubbed his brows in distress. He wanted to find a place to be quiet.

In the previous few hours, the joint offensive launched by his Knights and Hector's company progressed rapidly. They gradually cleared the outer positions of the Flesh Fortress, and a safe area about eight kilometers wide was built: this was their entire mission.

As for those areas that have been completely distorted and corroded, they will be left to the experts.

The Lion Butler walked up to a high ground and looked down at the current battle situation: he saw the positions occupied by the four forces of the Dark Angels, the Midnight Lords, the Dawnbreakers and their auxiliary forces lined up in sequence, with the flags of different legions guarding each other and protecting Jonson's own command center. If the achievements on other fronts were counted, a quarter of this enclave had been enlightened by the Empire.

The speed of the attack was twice as fast as the Primarchs had expected, and everyone believed that this was due to Jonson's efforts: although the Calibans lacked experience in commanding large armies to fight in a coordinated manner, Jonson's cunning and sophistication in this kind of "close combat" made up for this.

Although the Primarch had to pay two hundred tuition fees at the beginning of the war, he soon became adept at it and was able to distribute the credit impartially: the blood shed and the merits gained by the three legions were impeccable for every soldier on the front line, while the Dawnbreakers and Night Lords legions received some insignificant favoritism.

"Perhaps, Lord Jonson is indeed capable of being the Warmaster of the Empire."

Standing on a high place, with no one beside him, the Lion King Steward muttered to himself: Unlike those Astartes who are full of self-confidence, although Corswayn also knows that his gene-father desires the position of Warmaster, he never thinks that his Lion King can handle that position.

He knew the Lion King, and he was full of confidence in the Lion King's strength, but precisely because Koswain knew the Lion King too well, he was very clear that the Lion King's talents had never been demonstrated in the aspects that the Warmaster required: it would not be a good thing for the Empire for him to serve as the Warmaster.

He is not suitable for that position: In fact, many Dark Angels think so, especially those experienced Terra veterans. After all, they have experienced everything that the First Legion has experienced from its initial heyday to the present. They know that although the current situation of the Legion has improved, it is still obviously declining compared to its peak period.

You have to know that the current First Legion can only [compete] for the title of the strongest legion. If it were during their heyday, what qualifications would the younger ones like the Luna Wolves, the Ultramarines or the Imperial Fists have to compete with them for the title of the strongest legion?

Needless to say, Jonson's responsibility in this is based on the premise that he has Morgan and Luther as his two major arms: now that they are not around, Jonson is asked to be in charge of a larger legion, letting the story of the Dark Angels repeat itself eighteen times?
The Lion Butler laughed out loud.

In comparison, it was Sir Morgan who seemed more suitable for the position. Although she also lacked the majesty required of a warmaster, Zhuang Sen had it in spades: if they could merge, it would be even more perfect, even if it meant merging the First Legion and the Second Legion into one.

If this is true, who in the galaxy can stop them?

The Luna Wolves? The Adeptus Mechanicus? Or those golden Custodes?

No! The combined forces of the Dark Angels and the Dawnbreakers will crush them all.

Um…ok, that’s a bit blasphemous…

Koswain patted his head and stopped his wild thoughts during the war. The savage roars and the roars of the soldiers in the distance brought him back to reality: he suddenly saw that further behind the front line, transport planes were parked at the temporary airport, and the ballast stones of this war walked out of them one by one.

The Dark Angels' Terrorwing is divided into the Murderer Squad armed with plasma burning guns and radiation weapons, and the Navrakia Squad equipped with Terminator Armor and using phosphide cannons: the only thing in common between the two may be that due to the fatal effects of the radiation weapons in their hands, they can only maintain their combat effectiveness for a few decades at most, and then they need to undergo bionic transformation or be buried in the Dreadnought.

The Scarlet Rose Order, a subordinate of the Huntsman Rose Legion, are the craziest of the crazies, feared even by the Astartes, and even the Lion King's Steward has heard of their reputation: these crazy girls are one of the few units in the Avalon Auxiliary Army that are allowed to use radiation weapons. Their armor is painted with deodorized enemy blood, and the patterns are made of crushed heart residue.

The Dawnbreakers' Dullahan, the Destroyer Squadron composed entirely of Terran veterans, and the Scavengers who could only be dispatched with Morgan's personal approval: they were the troops that puzzled Coswayen the most, because he could actually see quite a few familiar Holy Terran faces in this team.

They are all destroyers, why can they live so long?

The Lion Butler quickly told Hector about his doubts.

"Ah, it's very simple."

Dawnbreaker's smile is very annoying.

"Because our Gene Mother forbids us to use any radiation weapons."

"Why? Genes don't allow it?"

"No, because it is harmful to your health."

"Why didn't I know before that you Dawnbreakers also pay attention to health preservation?"

The Lion Butler had to admit that there was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

The sour feeling was not dispelled until new doubts came when the dark blue Lords of Night passed by him.

"Are those the Destroyers of the Eighth Legion? What are their names?"

"Let me think."

Hector thought about it.

"I remember that it was Lord Konrad who named his Destroyer Corps himself. He seemed to call them the Midnight Sages. I also remember that their commander was called Malcharion, a very powerful guy. Konrad also forbade them to use radiation weapons."

"what?"

The Lion King's butler just laughed out loud.

"What a name that deserves them."

Koswain scoffed, finding that he could only laugh at this.

Fortunately, before the big Dawnbreaker beside him realized this, a roar that shook the sky pulled everyone back into the purgatory of war: both the two officers and the Destroyer beside them had to look up to see the enemy that had just appeared on the horizon.

It was literally a mountain.

"How high do you think it is?"

"Like a spaceship, that's not something we or the Destroyers can fight. They can kill those ordinary monsters, but only the Primarch can fight this kind of guy: otherwise we will all die here."

"You're right, Hector."

Coswayn tapped the communicator.

"The latest news is that Lord Jonson, Lord Corax, and Lord Conrad have all rushed up."

"Call your men, Hector: we cannot let the Primarch leave us too far behind."

"clear."

Hector grabbed the huge green blade.

"But what can we do once we catch up with the three Primarchs?"

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"Kill them all."

"Just...you guys?"

Basilio-F leaned against the prison wall, feeling the coldness that had never changed in hundreds of years: just a few hours ago, this was where he imprisoned his experimental subjects and those with different opinions in the team, but now it had become a cage that imprisoned his life.

However, these were things he had foreseen several months ago: when the Empire's double-headed eagle flag first flew near the Inesim space, when Fu heard that there were big men called Primarchs on the fleets coming from Terra, he knew that he would end up here.

The only problem is: Fu still can't believe it...

"That lunatic actually had the guts to create disgusting monsters like you."

Fu’s eyes widened as he saw four figures outside the cage: Morgan, who was closest to him, was sitting on a chair that he couldn’t see; Jonson was as silent as an iron tower; Corax was hiding in the shadows further back with a stern look on his face; and Conrad was lying on the stairs leading to the second floor, a faint smile wrapped around him.

With the exception of Morgan, the remaining three Primarchs were covered in blood, their armor badly damaged, and the blood of monsters congealed at their feet: this was the price paid by the Primarchs and their Legions to tear all of Fu's works into pieces, and the whole process took less than twelve hours.

[You don't seem to be the first person in the galaxy to say this. ]

Morgan, who was closest to the cage, looked at her Caliban brothers with a smile. [I remember Duran said the same thing to us back then?]

The Lion King nodded.

"But the world ruled by the tyrant Duran was at least a normal one: so I was willing to give him a chance to surrender, rather than treating him the same way as Rus did."

"amazing."

Before Morgan could say anything, Fu in the cage started laughing.

His laugh was dry, but his eyes were bright, and beneath a simple black robe he looked like a normal mortal: considering he was at least five thousand years old, this was a miracle that would make Morgan raise an eyebrow.

"Freaks like you who have integrated the power of the warp can actually distort human emotions to confuse people. I think this is why that madman dared to release monsters like you into the galaxy. Stupid mortals cannot see through this."

The genius bioengineer forced himself to stand up. The scar left on his body by the Midnight Haunter fifteen minutes ago still made Fu feel a sharp pain. He clearly remembered how these two monsters, named Conrad and Corax, killed all his proud elite works in an instant and grabbed his neck in the bunker.

By the way, if we only talk about his performance in battle, that Corax is even crazier and more terrible than Conrad: his hatred of monsters makes him a monster himself.

"It seems that my decision to leave his team at that time was the right one."

Foom walked up to Morgan, his words accompanied by a sharp voice, causing Corax in the shadows to frown.

"Do not be alarmist here, criminal: you are defaming the Emperor's name."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Fu chuckled.

"I'm not like him. I would never do anything as disgusting as yours."

"nausea?"

The lion king frowned and he peeled off a piece of flesh from the monster.

"Look at this, you made these things out of your own people and you call us disgusting."

"That's different, kid."

Fou spat.

"My art uses only the bare bones of genetics and anatomy, I tinker, edit and create answers for the future, our place in nature: I admit my ideas can be crazy at times, but even in my wildest fantasies I could not design monsters like you."

"Until I met that guy, the madman who claimed to unify Terra."

F laughed.

"You call him the Emperor?"

"I met him on Terra, which was still a wasteland at the time. Although every warlord there claimed to unify Terra, I knew that only he could succeed: he had damn courage and charisma. He didn't care about our differences on minor issues. After witnessing my skills, he invited me to become his partner."

"You are lying!"

Corax growled.

"Oh, don't be sad."

Fu spread his hands.

"You can understand it this way. We are just pure allies with interests, not true friends with the same ideals. Maybe this will make you feel better. But your father did invite me to visit the laboratory where you were made. He regarded you as the proudest work of his life."

[And then you ran away? ]

Morgan asked.

"Yes."

Fu nodded.

"The second I saw you, oh my god, you have no idea how disgusting and horrible you were. I immediately knew that the man in front of me was a complete lunatic. I could never be friends with him. I escaped from his country, started to oppose him, was defeated by him, and then escaped from Terra."

Fou sighed.

"It's a pity that I had anticipated the current situation at that time: I can escape from Terra, but I can't escape from the entire galaxy. His ambitions definitely include the entire galaxy. All the beauty and dreams in this starry sky will eventually be destroyed by his infinite desires. You monsters are the best embodiment of this."

So you created these monsters?

Morgan pointed at the blood stains on Jonson's body that had not yet been cleaned.

【To fight against the Emperor's army?】

"To fight you."

Fu's smile was very ferocious.

“I know I can’t win, but resistance itself has value.”

"I originally wanted to kill the best one among you, or several of you. I was very close to this goal, but the one named Horus suddenly left. I missed the opportunity to kill the best among you. I am disappointed that I cannot kill your future leader."

This statement drew at least three scornful objections from the four Primarchs.

"Is that your entire motivation?"

Corax then asked.

"Creating a monster that can destroy the entire world, just to resist something you know is impossible?"

"monster?"

Fu craned his neck, his pupils burning with fanatical flames.

"Maybe these things I created are indeed a group of monsters, but at least they are made of pure human parts, and they can only wreak havoc on one world and cannot spread their terror across the galaxy."

"And then? Look at you guys!"

"How much of your flesh and blood is the same as humans? You were created to burn the entire galaxy and drag everyone into an endless war. Even if my monsters spend thousands of years, they can only wreak havoc on one world, but you can destroy thousands of times that number even if you just talk!"

"You guys! Are the most terrifying things I've ever seen!"

Then he pointed unceremoniously at the Lion King of Caliban.

"Look at this guy. He has so many wronged souls that the entire galaxy can't hold them all."

"enough!"

Zhuang Sen's patience had reached its limit.

"If that's all you have to say, then prepare to repent for your sins."

"I can't ask for it."

F laughed.

"Come on, kill me."

"I don't want to live in a universe where you guys are wreaking havoc."

"There is only endless war!"

The Lion King was silent, he quickly drew his blade, but Morgan's fingers silenced him at the last moment.

【Wait, brother.】

【I have a...better idea.】

"What is that, Morgan?"

【nothing. 】

[Just some gadgets I made using the Butcher's Nails...]

The Spider Queen's smile made everyone tremble: including the three Primarchs and the scientists in the cage.

[Besides, before that, I was very interested in something in his mind: Needless to say, the transformation technology that allows humans to live for at least 5,000 years should be able to help us a lot.]

"I don't think so..."

【Luther.】

"..."

The Lion King was silent for a moment.

"Okay, Morgan... hurry up then."

(End of this chapter)