Emperor's Bane

Chapter 619 The show begins

Forty hours later, when Morgan witnessed with her own eyes how the fleet of the Human Empire surrounded the Crown of Ullanor, in her Primarch's brain that could run in multiple threads at any time, she was still constantly recalling the brief conversation with the Lord of Mankind.

From the Primarch's perspective, the voice of her genetic father, the Emperor, had become much more relaxed than in the previous decades: although the vague tone and arrogant attitude remained unchanged, and even the golden flame was still annoying, Morgan still sensed some changes.

Something was clearly different within the Emperor.

That feeling...how can I describe it...

It's like a small clerk who has been trapped in a job he doesn't like at all for most of his life, and now he has finally reached retirement age: free time, a large pension and a relaxing plan as he pleases are waiting for him.

He could finally do something he really wanted to do, whether it was a hobby or simply resting, it was much more comfortable than wasting time in a completely soulless position: this was the feeling that the Lord of Mankind gave Morgan at this moment.

In short: I'm retiring!

This deliberate tension before completely relaxing was really glaring, especially when Morgan remembered that she was still a long way from this tension: this was simply deep-rooted jealousy, which made the Spider Queen feel more resentful than Jonson's recklessness and Mortarion's sarcasm.

After all, what could be more frustrating than finding out that your teacher has gone home on paid leave, while you still have to [voluntarily] study on your own throughout Saturday or even Sunday at school? Not to mention that the Emperor's status in Morgan's heart is far from that of a gardener.

In the eyes of the Spider Queen, her genetic father is at most a dark cloud: his arrival will certainly dispel the scorching sun, but it will also block out the necessary light. His rain may nourish Morgan's growth, but along with the rain there are often thunderbolts.

Well, it's still a thundercloud.

Considering the "missions" and "rewards" that the Emperor often mentioned, this metaphor couldn't be more appropriate.

Morgan closed her eyes and muttered more complaints, but she did not stop thinking about the essence of the Emperor's words: the purpose of the Lord of Mankind's communication this time was very simple, he just wanted to discuss the war in Ullanor with Morgan, and the reason why the Emperor did not look for the nominal commander of the Eastern Front Legion, Johnson, was entirely because the current Johnson was really... a little busy.

Not even the emperor could catch this big cat happily robbing a bird's nest on the front line.

The Lord of Avalon had no objection to this. She was thinking about another thing: while maintaining psychic communication, Morgan was always hesitant about whether to tell the Emperor about Comoros now, but after thinking about it for a while, she decided to wait until the war was over.

Although using Comoros' important information to disrupt the Emperor's thinking could indeed make the upcoming war more interesting, no matter what, those currently gathered in the low-Earth orbit of Ullanor are the elite of the Human Empire, the bravest warriors of the Great Crusade. Since the Emperor is here in person and holds great power, then every thought of the Lord of Mankind will naturally determine the fate of these warriors in the future.

In this situation, disturbing the supreme commander's mind for a little fun and causing unnecessary losses on the front line is obviously not worth the loss. Although Morgan never considered herself to be a kind-hearted person, she is by no means a fool: only fools will cause huge losses to their interest group for short-term happiness.

However, Chaos often does this.

This is also one of the reasons why Morgan despises the subspace in his daily life.

【Tsk...】

Thinking of this, the chill on the back of his neck rudely interrupted the Primarch's thoughts. It was the sudden quickening of his breathing, and the wanton murmur of enjoyment in the invisible void: After feeling Morgan's contempt for himself, the Prince of Pleasure was obviously extremely happy. He could draw happiness from this natural emotional fluctuation, regardless of whether Morgan was willing or not.

Boast about it and it will be happy.

Despise it...it will be happier...

This made the Primarch even more irritated, but she quickly suppressed this emotion because based on some previous experiments, Morgan had discovered that although anger should theoretically belong to the power of the God of Blood, in reality, the Prince of Pleasure seemed to benefit from it as well. It was as if these two gods also shared the realm of killing and cruelty. The kingdoms of the evil gods were always intertwined.

She could understand why the conflict between the Blood God and the Prince of Pleasure was more prominent than that between others.

Morgan could only change her train of thought and begin to think about the primary topic the Emperor had discussed with her: that was naturally Ullanor in front of them, or to be more specific, it was the incredibly strong protective measures on the outer layer of Ullanor that had left the entire Imperial Expeditionary Force at a loss.

Morgan had seen similar things before: when they conquered the Randan Empire, the alien home planet was also protected by a protective shield that the human empire could not understand, but Ulanno's technology was obviously more powerful.

Thinking back to decades ago, Zhuang Sen's Dark Angels Legion could at least guess what technology Ran Dan's protective shield was made of, but now Ullanor...

The Primarch turned around and looked at the great mechanical sage from Ryza who had always been by her side: the Spider Queen left the genius Rand assigned to her by the Emperor at the Far Eastern frontier to take charge of the overall situation. This veteran from Ryza was the most trustworthy expert she had on mechanical technology.

[No results yet? ]

Morgan stared at the Great Sage. Since the Spider Queen could keep him by her side, he must be a person Morgan knew inside and out. The Primarch knew that the Great Sage's loyalty and ability were unquestionable, so when he shook his head, even the Spider Queen could only sigh helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Master Morgan."

"But we are unable to analyze the layers of force field technology that envelops Ullanor. Riza's database is simply unable to understand what this technology is. We even asked our colleagues on Mars for advice on this issue, but they were unable to give any explanation either. They even wanted to ask us for advice in return, because Lord Horus was also putting pressure on them."

At this point, the great sage paused for a moment due to a sense of shame.

"The only thing we can be sure of is that this force field technology makes any surface bombing of Ullanor futile: fleet bombings that are enough to flatten several hive cities can only leave a few scars on the surface; magma bombs and mass weapons used to tear apart the continental shelf cannot get through the mid-air defense network; we also tried the Destroyer nuclear bomb. Generally speaking, its radiation can put a world into a half-life of tens of thousands of years, but although the Destroyer nuclear bomb itself was successfully detonated, its impact on Ullanor lasted less than three hours, and the planet completely recovered to its original state."

[Extermination Order…]

"We have tried everything: all-round orbital bombardment, virus bombs, monopolar and bipolar cyclone torpedoes, atmospheric incineration weapons, and everything else we can think of. However, if you insist on destroying this world, the Techno-Sage allowed me to make the decision before we set out. We can try to sacrifice a mechanical ark and its attached fleet..."

[No need: If we really want to do something like this, we should let those Martians do it.]

The Great Sage of Riza did not speak, but he was obviously satisfied with Morgan's attitude.

"Since there is no other solution, perhaps we can ask Omnissiah for help..."

[He doesn't have any good ideas either.]

Otherwise they won’t communicate with me.

Morgan added the second half of the sentence in her heart. She remembered the Emperor's helplessness when communicating with her. Not even the happiness in his bones could hide this temporary helplessness: That's right, even the scientific research troops directly under the Emperor could not break through the outer defense field of Ullanor. These greenskins really do have some special skills.

Although her gene-father promised to search the Emperor's Dream to see if he had any collection that could quickly end the war, Morgan knew it was just a lie: no matter what the Emperor said, she only needed to use the Spider Queen's psychic power to scan around and she would be able to confirm one fact...

Damn Emperor's Fantasy.

Her dear genetic father was clearly on the Spirit of Vengeance right now. As long as the interface for psychic communication moved a little to the left, Morgan was sure that she would be able to see Horus' face smiling like a flower: Morgan could figure out the Emperor's thoughts with her toes.

[Rana. 】

The Primarch turned his head to the other side. Her Lord Guard had just returned from the war: although theoretically, Rana should be fully responsible for the guard work around Morgan, but since the establishment of the Mordred Guard, under Morgan's several hints, Rana has consciously let the ten colleagues in the Mordred Guard take turns in charge of the guarding of the Primarch.

In the beginning, even these veterans could not be perfect, but fortunately, their abilities and awareness allowed the ten guards of the Round Table to learn quickly. When the time came to the Ullanor Expedition, Morgan already had eleven [Captains of the Royal Guard] beside him.

Of course, Rana is still the best of all, and he is the true chief of the guards: neither Morgan nor the other round table guards have any intention of changing this established reality. At the same time, even if Rana needs to leave for something, the Lord of Avalon will always be surrounded by a complete defense system.

After all, they now have ten preliminary options.

"grown ups?"

[You go and notify everyone, every senior officer, Astartes captain and fleet commander you can find, and have them prepare all the airdrop pods and gunboats on hand, and get all the ground support firepower into action: I will personally notify the other primarchs. In short, in an hour at most, I hope that every ship under my command will be able to take action.]

"clear."

"But, my lord: Isn't this large-scale airdrop operation too bloated?"

【Bloated? 】

Morgan smiled.

Listen to me, Rana.

[For a place like Ullanor, only tens of thousands of drop pods and gunboats can completely conquer and crush it, making it impossible for a second empire to grow on this wasteland: this is also the only successful experience we can trace back. ]

"Successful...experience?"

[Yes, after all...]

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"That's what they did on Goron."

"Now that I think about it, everything there seemed like a preview of this battle."

"Powerful Orks, incredible technology, empty pods and gunships that block out the sun, and blood relatives fighting side by side: but on Goron, the only two who can fight side by side are the Emperor and Horus."

“But here, there are more of us.”

"Am I right, Morgan?"

【Of course... dear Sanguinius. 】

Morgan never imagined that when the two legions on the eastern and western fronts officially merged to launch the final attack on the Crown World of Ullanor, the Western Legion representing Horus would be the one communicating with her, the actual controller of the Eastern Legion, who would be the Archangel from Baal.

"Don't be surprised, this position originally belonged to Rogdorn."

Even though Sanguinius was separated from her by the blurry image of the holographic projector, he was still so unattainable that even a figure like Morgan would feel ashamed when facing her angel brother: perhaps the Spider Queen had defeated Sanguinius in verbal battles a few times, but this was obviously not enough to shake the archangel's innate perfect impression. [Dorn?]

The Lord of Avalon was stunned for a moment, and asked back in doubt.

"Yes."

The angel nodded.

"Horus thinks that Dorn may have some common topics with you. After all, you have been together and cooperated with each other several times, and there are no disturbing messages. If you keep a calm mind, who would hate our Invert brother?"

【Why is it you in the end? 】

"Because Dawn is busy."

"He is now... traveling with you."

The angel shrugged his shoulders, his eyes obviously looking elsewhere. Morgan knew what he was looking at, because the Spider Queen herself was doing the same thing: even for a Primarch, an airdrop operation of 100,000 people was a rare spectacle.

This is just the vanguard.

From the first minute the two arms of the Emperor officially joined together, the full-scale attack on Ullanor began. After more than ten hours of futile bombing and attempts, the leaders of the expeditionary force still honestly mobilized all the airdrop pods and gunboats they could find on their ships, preparing to adopt the classic tactics that have been tried and tested in this galaxy.

At this point, Morgan even felt a sense of incredible absurdity: whether it was the Human Empire or the Randan Empire, or even the green-skinned orcs in front of him who could not be measured by any common sense in the world, they could actually maintain a high degree of consistency on the same issue.

That is, no matter how powerful, efficient, or incredible their defenses are, they can never prevent such classical tactics as boarding or airdropping: it is as if the fundamental purpose of designing this universe is to stage bloody, brutal, and bloody close combat competitions.

It's ridiculous...

The Primarch patted his head, and at this moment, her eyes just caught up with the shadow of the first round of large-scale airborne: Morgan knew that Jonson and Fulgrim were among them, and Jaghatai Khan and his sons were the second echelon.

Since these three [dear] blood brothers broke into the greenskin battle formation in the chaos caused by the Emperor's Dream, they have never returned to the rear to participate in the meeting. At most, they threw their unfortunate confidants back: There is no doubt that this move is equivalent to throwing everything of the Eastern Front Legion to Morgan.

For a moment, the Spider Queen didn't know whether she should thank them for their trust or scold such a hands-off behavior of the boss: Forget about Jonson and Fulgrim, but wasn't Chagatai Khan quite calm before?

Could it be that there is a threshold for the calmness of this prairie eagle?
Morgan didn't have time to think about it.

At this moment, she and Sanguinius, who was sitting opposite the holographic projector, stopped talking and devoted themselves to the airdrop operations outside the porthole. The magnificent scenery temporarily soothed their tired souls. The brave figures of 100,000 Astartes warriors rushed to the battlefield. Even the Emperor's Dream hanging high above their heads could not cover up such a raging fire.

In Morgan's impression, the airdrop operation that she remembered most vividly was undoubtedly the joint airdrop operation between the Dark Angels and the Space Wolves on the planet Duran, but such a [big scene] was simply not worth mentioning compared to the grandeur in front of her.

I saw the hatches of thousands of warships opening one after another, and the gradually receding ripples of the void shield were like rolling waves in the Milky Way. The indicator lights indicating the combat status lit up quickly, rubbing against the throbbing of the explosive bolts, and the color of each one was shining like a star.

There are thousands of them.

And beneath them, countless iron fruits fell in unison with the sound of iron claws rubbing, rushing towards Ullanor's last crown with unstoppable momentum. The scorching death left trails of hot dust in the void. The gunboats followed closely behind, eager to join this grand steel journey.

The coffins of death quickly intertwined with Ullanor's outermost defense stance and the thin atmosphere. The strong friction caused their outer shells to quickly turn from black to red, then red to orange, and finally to a dazzling white color like the stars, one after another, group after group, and suddenly, the distant stars were roaring across the sky in front of them.

There are thousands of them, too.

Stars and stars: the stars of the Great Crusade now roam between heaven and earth.

They set out quickly, burned, and then rushed into the smoke and dust below, until even the Primarch could no longer see any figures: a hundred thousand vanguard warriors plunged into the iron sky of Ullanor, and these warriors came equally from every participating legion.

"Both yours and mine."

Sanguinius sighed softly.

"By the way, Horus asked me to convey that he is very grateful that you agreed to his plan."

【nothing. 】

Morgan shook his head.

[Letting all the soldiers of the legions participate in the first round of airdrops is a good deed: Compared with this matter, I am more curious about where Horus is at this time? ]

"He just disappeared from your sight, along with the Emperor's drop pod."

"Where's Jonson?"

[Perhaps he and Fulgrim will collide with the Emperor.]

"That's it."

The archangel nodded.

"Then could you please tell me who will serve as the second team with me?"

【Chagatai.】

"He is willing to be a substitute? This is not in line with the characteristics of his legion."

【Aren’t you the same? 】

Morgan's smile silenced the archangel in the holographic projection for a moment.

"how about you?"

【Me: It depends on how long I can take care of this mess. 】

"You can at least be faster than Dorn. He has no intention of going down to fight. In his opinion, it is enough to have Sigismund and a company of Templars representing him. The glory of Ullanor has nothing to do with him."

【I won’t do that.】

Morgan shook his head.

[At least a thousand of my Dawnbreakers participated in the vanguard. I will not leave so many descendants down there: but I hold the same view on another issue. I don't know the so-called glory of Ullanor. ]

"very good."

The archangel nodded.

"Do you mind telling me where you plan to land and command the battle? I hope to have the honor of fighting alongside you: after all, this is a blank area between us, and I also want to take the opportunity to witness the battle posture of the Dawnbreaker."

[Well, I’m not sure.]

Morgan shook her head at first, and when disappointment flashed in the archangel's eyes, she revealed her sly smile.

【However, I think I can tell you where Fulgrim landed.】

He reported it to me.

"Oh? Really?"

"Will you go too?"

Sanguinius laughed. He certainly understood Morgan's hidden meaning.

【how to say. 】

The Spider Queen tilted her head.

【after all……】

[I am also looking forward to being able to create a friendship between three people. ]

"Friendship must have some basis, right? For example, impressive memories?"