Emperor's Bane

Chapter 622: Rescue! Rescue! Rescue!

"Father!!!!"

Horus roared.

Rage boiled within him, fueled by an endless supply of emotions.

He felt indignant and exhausted, anxious and trembling. The glory of overcoming all obstacles and conquering the Orc capital made him arrogant, but facing a powerful enemy and Ullanor's endless desperate counterattacks, the Primarch felt a belated sense of fear.

Horus seldom showed fear. There were few powerful enemies in the galaxy that could make him hesitate. No matter if they were all-powerful alien wizards or twisted creatures that broke the laws of the world, they were no more than a few rounds of opponents under the sword of the Primarch: how could a false monster contend with a true demigod?
But today, the Primarch's ambition has been truly challenged, and the opponents he once despised are now unshakable: Horus has killed many greenskins in his life, and the heads of the beasts he has cut off with his own hands may be enough to cover the land of an entire world, but even the most powerful, difficult and impressive warlords and Dr. Wow among these achievements are far inferior to any random opponent on the surface of Ullanor.

This is simply Holy Terra drenched in the stench of greenskins, a purgatory of completely corrupted orcs: thousands of [Astartes] and [Legio Custodes] walk on this war-torn land, but these guys all have extremely ugly beast faces, and are ten times stronger and more ferocious.

Even Horus found it difficult to maintain his former composure in the face of such an opponent. His personal strength was not enough to reverse the blood that had already overflowed under the glory of victory: thousands of Luna Wolves fell on the road to victory. Even the casualties of the Imperial Guards had long exceeded expectations. More than thirty Emperor Guards alone had died in front of the Wolf God.

The ones who killed these warriors were the most terrifying beasts the Wolf God had ever seen in his life: at the foot of the imperial city of Ullanor, there were greenskins as tall and strong as the Ogryn apes everywhere. They were just [civilians], and those with a little status were even bigger than the Primarchs. Horus had witnessed with his own eyes how an ordinary orc leader killed his four best soldiers, until Ezekiel took action himself and chopped off its head after a hard battle.

The [army] on the next level up were creatures that could only appear in nightmares. Orks who were almost twice as tall as Horus were wearing full-body heavy armor. They looked rough, but the Primarch had to use a lot of strength to smash the scrap metal into pieces. And when Horus broke them into pieces, the scene inside made him freeze in place.

These... orcs?
Horus couldn't tell, but the scene before him made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave: these Orks fighting with him were not living creatures of flesh and blood at all. Their heads, torsos, and any part of their bodies that should be made of organic tissue had now been replaced with pure, rusty steel.

They are dead, a group of ugly iron men beyond the comprehension of the world.

But these beasts could still breathe, roar, expel fetid exhaust, and kill his warriors with machetes and artillery: their flesh and blood were hidden in their ugly souls, and only the sharp blades and twin storm bolts in the hands of the Primarch could tear these monsters to pieces.

Of course, there are also the warriors around him.

"I kind of regret that I couldn't stop you at that time, father."

Sejanus and the company he commanded rushed to Horus's side, covered in blood, mostly of the Ork's foul and sticky shit, which made Horus feel nauseous, but the Primarch himself was not in much better condition: the endless waves of greenskins had already torn the Moon Wolves' originally neat formation into pieces, and although the entire legion was far from collapse, it was impossible to maintain the initial solemnity.

The Wolf God estimated that his legion had lost at least 20,000 men, which was a staggering number even in the Great Crusade. Fortunately, victory was not far away, and there were a large number of reinforcements behind them. The light of the Lord of Mankind was always guiding him forward.

It's painful, but bearable. It just requires extraordinary courage and faith.

Horus knew that he had never lacked these two great qualities.

"Hasta."

Looking up, he glanced at the golden figure still shining in the shattered world: in such a chaotic battlefield, Horus certainly could not see where his genetic father was, but he could sense his position, he could empathize with his anger and killing, he could be separated from him half a world but still be as close to him as one. He knew that his proud father, the Emperor, was closer to the front line than all the soldiers, and he was now at the foot of Ullanor's crown, occupying the position that was most likely to end this war.

The Wolf God blinked, he looked at the tower that made him feel sick, and remembered the message Morgan sent him a few minutes ago: he did not doubt the authenticity of the message, after all, the Spider Queen's credibility was world-renowned, and the Emperor must have known the same information a long time ago.

So, will his genetic father be the one to receive the infinite glory of Ullanor?
Horus thought so, and then smiled.

He liked the possibility: it couldn't have ended any better.

Although there are still some regrets...

The Primarch took a deep breath and found that the stench in the air that seemed to linger forever had eased a little: his capable descendants had already cleared out the surrounding greenskins and cleared out a temporary position, using it as the center to gather the scattered companies and make full preparations for the capture of the capital of Ullanor.

Sejanus was in command of all this, and at many times, the Wolf God felt that he could entrust the entire legion to him with confidence, and that he could really do better than the Primarch: it was just that he still needed answers from Horus on some issues.

For example...

"Father, do we need to wait for the other brother legions to arrive from the rear?"

Sejanus made a rough calculation of the military strength they currently had.

"We can still fight without their help, but it's always better to fight side by side, right?"

"indeed so……"

Horus hesitated.

"However, although I also want to fight side by side with them and create a good story, if they are not willing to do so, waiting will only delay the opportunity in vain: send the situation on the front line as detailed as possible to my brothers in the rear, and let them decide for themselves what their legion should do."

After issuing the order, the Wolf Shepherd God sighed deeply.

"You know what? I have thought about how to complete this campaign perfectly, taking into account the brotherhood between the primarchs, and making the Moon Wolves gain as much glory and honor as possible. Most importantly, my father must gain the most honor. Sejanus, I have made many complicated plans for this, but I didn't realize until the war really started that all my plans were just a pile of waste paper."

"From the very first second, everything was beyond my control."

"Just like every war before."

Sejanus added silently that he sensed that his genetic father seemed to be experiencing some kind of ideological collision.

"Yes."

Horus nodded.

“My dreams never come true.”

"But at this point, this war isn't that bad for me."

"My father will achieve the highest glory of his last war, my brothers will get the freedom they want in their hearts, and I have done my best to serve the Emperor in a war that is not perfect but will end in a glorious victory: these results are enough to satisfy me."

"but……"

[Little Horus] Aximand, who came from another direction, was still a little hesitant after hearing the words of the Primarch.

"Sir, the Legion has also suffered heavy losses in this war. From the reports we just collected, many captains have lost more than half of their soldiers. The brother legions behind us, whether it is the Blood Angels, Death Guard or Imperial Fists, have not shed much blood in the war. If they were allowed to fight alongside us, the casualties would be relatively low."

"I will summon them."

The Wolf Shepherd God waved his hand. He seemed to be very sensitive about this topic.

"But whether they want to come or not is their own business."

"in addition……"

The Primarch cast a focused look at Aximand.

"Aximander, remember what I told you before: Maybe we did have some methods that sounded effective and reasonable before, but like I said, from now on, don't pin your victory on other legions."

“Don’t just rely on the sacrifices of others.”

"You have to earn it with your own hands."

"Understood, father."

Young Horus lowered his head.

Horus raised his head and looked in the direction of his father: the Primarch just looked at him quietly for a while, and then he felt that his brain, which had been messed up by the recent mess, was quiet again: at any time, the Wolf Shepherd God could draw enough power from the Emperor's light.

Horus just felt that everything was a mess.

The war was chaotic, and his brothers and descendants were also a little confused. Even the Great Crusade was not as joyful as it was at the beginning: he always felt that among these people he regarded as blood relatives, someone was hiding something from him. There were some huge secrets that he could not know, but they were indeed closely related to him. However, no matter how hard he thought, he could not figure it out.

This troubled the Wolf God. He was not sure how big the secret was, nor who was deceiving him. He did not want to and dared not doubt anyone in his mind, because everyone around him seemed to have something wrong: whether in those misty memories or on the battlefield.

What should he do...

The Primarch slapped his head irritably.

Never mind, don't think about it for now...

"grown ups."

Sejanus stepped forward at the right moment.

"The previously dispersed company has almost regrouped. What is our next combat target? Is it that tower or the palace of Ullanor? If it is that tower, we must speed up because it is closer to the Dark Angels' battle line."

"Just from..."

#Roaring sound#

The Wolf God raised his finger, wanting to point out the obvious tower. After all, he would be happy to see the Emperor personally chop off the head of the Orc Emperor in the final battle. But before he could finish his words, the battle cry of the last greenskin army swept across the entire Moon Wolf.

They were so close.

Horus felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered by the rough roar, and he suspected that the sound could ravage a mountain: in fact, this was not the Primarch's fantasy, because drops of blood really fell from his earlobes, and his offspring were even more miserable.

He saw Sejanus and little Horus beside him rolling on the ground, blood flowing from the corners of their eyes and mouths. Ezekiel in the distance was one of the few Sons of Horus who could still stand, but he and his Terminator Armor were both tottering and shaking like sieves. Beside them, more Luna Wolves were struggling, their bodies and souls seriously injured by this unreasonable sonic weapon.

As for the mortal auxiliaries, and the Lucanian Headhunters who had fought all the way with the Moon Wolves, these unfortunate creatures were not so lucky: every mortal auxiliary that Horus saw had died under the silent scythe, their facial features and even their heads were shattered, and the red and yellow substance stained the steel boots of the Astartes.

"damn it……"

These are all his confidants!

"Father……"

However, the Wolf God soon ignored all of this, because what really made him tremble was the column of light in the sky: Horus watched as the sacred light symbolizing the Emperor rose up without hesitation after the green-skinned emperor's army arrived. Nothing could make the Wolf God more excited and crazy than this scene.

He was excited, but he was also terrified.

Because the next second, the figure of the Greenskin Emperor stepped into the Primarch's sight. He had never seen such a huge and ugly monster in his life. It seemed like a combination of all the evil in the Great Crusade, moving on the ground like a Titan, and its body was probably larger than any block on Terra. The ground trembled because of its anger, and surrounding him were forty fully armed Ork warlord guards.

Each was more powerful than the greenskin warlord the Emperor slew on Ghoron.

"The throne is above..."

Archimand fell to his knees, staring at everything in front of him in a daze. The same was true for all the sons of Horus: despite the burning battlefield and mountain-like wreckage between them, they could still clearly witness the battle between the Emperor and the Ork Emperor. The sacred light collided with the mountain-like beasts, and just a hint of majesty that was inadvertently leaked was enough to suppress the vast majority of the Luna Wolves from raising their heads.

"stand up!"

Horus came back to his senses slightly, and he loudly encouraged his warriors. The Primarch's roar restored the fighting spirit of the strongest men: in just a few minutes, the Gastalins gathered around their Gene-Father again, waiting for the next order from his mouth.

But the Wolf Shepherd God hesitated.

Logically, he should head towards the tower. After all, destroying it would end this long war. If nothing unexpected happened, the Emperor of Ullanor would also be among those destroyed. Moreover, the Emperor's war did not require other Primarchs to intervene.

For no reason, Horus recalled the scene he had witnessed decades ago, the battlefield with the entire galaxy as its stage, the invincible monster that defeated several of his relatives, and his father who floated in the void like a living god: he defeated the monster in front of everyone, in just one round.

How could such an existence be possible...

Do not……

Maybe... who knows...

He couldn't entrust the Emperor's life to such an illusory thing...

"Do not!!!"

Sejanus' scream rudely interrupted Horus' memories. The wolf god looked in the direction of his trembling finger, only to see a scene that made his heart and lungs stop: he saw the golden light symbolizing the Emperor competing with the infinite savage power of the Orc Emperor, but the direction of the war was beyond everyone's expectations. The dim destructive force unfolded wantonly from the body of the beast, each one was enough to destroy a civilization, accompanied by its earth-shaking roar and the painful groans of countless Moon Wolves, and black flames filled the entire sky of Ullanor.

A little bit, a little bit, and a little bit more...

The laurel wreath that symbolizes the emperor's victory is gradually dissipating in the air.

"It...it disappeared..."

"How can it be……"

Unconsciously, Sejanus fell to his knees again, staring blankly at the great pillar of light gradually fading: although the ruins that blocked their view were still shrouded in golden light like mountains at five in the morning, proving that the Emperor had not fallen in the battle, the mere thought of the Lord of Mankind falling into a disadvantage or even danger was enough to suffocate the Astartes warriors present.

"How could the Emperor..."

Archimandre whispered like a possessed being, but did not get the chance to finish, because a violent gust of wind blew them all to the ground: when Sejanus reacted, their Primarch, Horus, Lord of the Luna Wolves, had already rushed out recklessly. He did not have time to call anyone around him. When he realized that the Emperor was in danger, the Wolf God made a choice that was completely based on instinct.

No hesitation.

No hesitation.

Without even thinking.

Horus flew into the meat-mincing battlefield ahead that required the combined strength of an entire legion to enter. The Primarch threw his own safety behind his head without hesitation, and the same was true for the legion and his brothers: when the figure of the Wolf God disappeared in the raging fire, the many Luna Wolves who remained in place looked at each other in bewilderment as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"what to do……"

Sejanus looked at Ezekiel and Ahimander in front of him, the two members of the Council of Four Kings with him, and Horus' most trusted confidants: the two bald heads just stared at each other, and finally turned their gaze to Sejanus, with their mouths open like ignorant three-year-old children.

Ask him.

"..."

"What else can I do!"

Sejanus didn't even have time to notice that his throat had been torn by the sudden rise in tone. He smashed his mad fist on Aximander's chest, causing the little Horus to fall to the ground. Then he swept his fierce eyes over Ezekel and every Gastalin until they instinctively straightened their backs.

He made sure that the entire Luna Wolves could hear his roar.

"What else can I do!"

"Now……"

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"Follow me!"

"Don't fall behind!" "We must keep up with the Primarch!"

"Support the Emperor! Support the Primarch!"

"Hurry up!"

War cries like these filled Sanguinius' eardrums, and as he flew low over the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, the Luna Wolves who saw him did not even have time to greet the [Deputy Primarch of the Legion], because their fanaticism and souls were all invested in following the footsteps of their Gene-Father.

The Archangel forgave them.

Because he is the same.

After placing the statue handed to him by the Spider Queen in a safe high place, Sanguinius rushed to the heart of the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the archangel crossed most of the battlefield and arrived at the Emperor's location. The power of the Lord of Mankind and the huge body of Emperor Ullanor were too conspicuous. When the two giants collided fists in the center of the battlefield, even the brutal war around them seemed so insignificant.

Sanguinius saw at least seven thousand Custodes fighting the last elite of the Ullanor Empire. The perfect flesh and blood creations of the Lord of Mankind and the beasts that crawled out of the abyss fell one after another, and the dirty mountains of corpses were dotted with golden fragments and the ever-increasing gray.

The vanguard of the Luna Wolves also arrived at the battlefield in a very short time. What surprised Sanguinius was that the Gastalins were the ones rushing in the front. He clearly saw Ezekiel's eye-catching plait and the orcs who were torn to pieces by him in rage, because they had not found the Primarch until now.

That Sanguinius had seen.

Amid the billowing smoke and dust, Horus had rushed to the battlefield that originally belonged to the Emperor.

The angel hesitated whether to rush down to assist his brother immediately, but deep down he still doubted one thing: Could the Emperor really fail on such a battlefield? He had heard Horus, Mortarion and others mention what happened at Randan many times.

But the angel's thoughts were quickly torn apart by the roar of the king of beasts.

King Urge was panting, his ugly head was as big as a building, and his deep red eyes reminded people of the crazy moon hanging in the sky. The roar made the archangel stagger in the sky, and the beast's posture during the battle made the archangel even forget to breathe for a moment.

This abominable monster fought the Emperor of Mankind with all its cruelty, and gained the upper hand because it was bigger, faster, and had insanely better armor, not to mention a highly modified body: on the back of this monster alone, Sanguinius saw nearly twenty mechanical arms.

Each arm is thicker than the barrel of a Warlord Titan, and each of them has only one weapon capable of killing living things: cannon, blade, chain saw, hammer, claw, lightning, fire...

There are so many of them, but not just one of them.

Emperor Ullanor used these twenty or so mechanical arms as if they were his own. His attacks were so impenetrable that even the archangels could not see the details. A single punch to the ground was enough to destroy an entire battalion or leave a terrible scar on the Emperor's sacred armor.

Cold sweat dripped from the angel's forehead.

He began to suspect that his father might not be a match for the beast.

He needs his help...

The archangel took a deep breath. He had to dodge around in the sky because the monster separated a mechanical arm to deal with him and kept throwing shells made of scrap metal and debris at him. Any scratch would be enough to make the archangel fall to the ground: but this did not affect King Urge's fanatical fight with the Lord of Mankind at all.

Under the angry glares of the two Primarchs and countless Guards, the Beast Emperor of Ullanor took the initiative, and the Lord of Mankind seemed to be gradually forced into a desperate situation: he used all his skills and mobilized every bit of psychic energy, but could only barely block the offensive of the Ork Emperor. Sweat soaked the Emperor's long black hair, and his heavy breathing spread across half of the battlefield.

"damn it……"

The Archangel gritted his teeth, dodging countless scrap iron shells in vain, and watched helplessly as the situation of the battle went in a direction that was unfavorable to the Emperor: and when Horus finally rushed onto the battlefield, perhaps out of concern, the Lord of Mankind actually took a moment to look during the battle to see which of his offspring had broken in here.

This gave King Urge an opportunity.

Another shell obscured Sanguinius's vision. It took him two or three seconds to get rid of the damn thing. In these few seconds, something had happened: when Sanguinius looked at the Emperor again, his great gene-father was helplessly being strangled by the throat by the Emperor of Ullanor.

The Orc Emperor lifted the Emperor into the air and prepared to crush his prey.
"Do not!!!"

Before Sanguinius could react, Horus rushed forward in a rage, using incredible speed, strength and skill to dodge or simply smash every attack launched by Emperor Ullanor at him. Sanguinius even doubted whether such power could really belong to a Primarch: but in any case, when he blinked again, the golden shepherd wolf god had already challenged Emperor Ullanor.

They fought each other.

The whirlwind composed of sharp blades, war hammers, mechanical claws and double storm arrows prevented the angel from getting any closer. He could only restrain the mechanical arms of Emperor Uranus from the outside to open up the situation for his brother as much as possible. He witnessed that Horus's battle was not easy. It only took a few seconds for the Orc Emperor to knock off half of the armor of the Wolf God. Horus' flesh and blood began to boil, his arms were scorched, and even the white bones were exposed under the black skin. From the fingertips to the chest, it was a miserable scene.

"Horus!"

This time, the archangel finally fell into endless rage.

He dived down, and the sound of breaking through the air attracted the attention of Emperor Ullanor. The beast was now concentrating on killing Horus, the troublemaker, and when he distracted his attention to look at Sanguinius, the wolf god who was knocked to the ground by him gritted his teeth, raised the double storm arrow in his hand, and pointed it at the key point that could change the situation of the battle.

Gunshots were fired.

With an earth-shaking roar, the cunning red eyes of Emperor Ullanor turned into a pool of scarlet spring water. His incomprehensible roar and psychic power spread uncontrollably in all directions, blowing away countless greenskins, Custodes and Astartes. Even Sanguinius was blown hundreds of meters away. He staggered in the air, about to fall, until a new force caught him.

【Be careful. 】

"I hope we're not too late."

The angel looked back, only to see Avalon's blue eyes: Morgan and Fulgrim had already arrived here, standing on the high ground chosen by Sanguinius, looking down at the battlefield in front of them with astonishment, the Phoenix had already drawn its blade, and seemed a little dazed, while Morgan was already chanting a new psychic spell.

But unfortunately, the supreme glory of Ullanor seemed destined to have nothing to do with the two primarchs who had just arrived: because just when Sanguinius and Horus attracted the attention of Emperor Ullanor, the opportunity belonging to the beast had disappeared in a flash.

The Emperor stood up.

Everyone was looking at him, whether it was the Primarch, the Custodes, the Astartes, or even the Emperor of Ullanor himself: they had never seen the Emperor in such a miserable state, his golden armor was full of dents, his long black hair was stained with dirt, his resolute face was invaded by blood, but when the Lord of Mankind stood up again, tightly grasping the flaming blue steel sword, everything was finally as it should be.

He said only one sentence.

＋Die. ＋
He pronounces judgment.

Emperor Ullanor seemed to have not yet understood that the situation had been reversed. The beast still stretched out its hand to the Emperor with a grin, but soon blinked in confusion, because its arm, which was thicker than that of a Titan, had disappeared: it was not cut off, but when the Emperor's sword lightly swept across the twisted steel, the entire blasphemous arm had been completely wiped out from the real universe.

It [died].

Pure death.

The beast opened its mouth wide, as if it didn't know whether to be horrified or to roar, but the Lord of Mankind did not have any more chances with this guy: the next blow directly pierced the beast's abdomen, and those internal organs made of steel were all melted, shattered, and disintegrated, gushing out from Emperor Ullanor's body like pent-up magma, polluting the entire plateau in an instant.

The beast stepped back again and again. These two heavy blows hurt it deeply, but it still did not die. The tenacious vitality of the greenskin allowed it to retain its last breath, but the Emperor seemed to have no strength to fight anymore, as if these two heavy blows had consumed the strength he had temporarily accumulated: and just as Sanguinius was hesitating whether they should intervene in this sacred war history, he saw that their gene-father was already holding a sword, slowly but firmly walking to the side of Horus.

【Tsk...】

Morgan's voice came faintly.

She knew what was going to happen.

But she could not stop it: neither she, Sanguinius, Fulgrim, nor the thousands of Custodes and tens of thousands of Astartes warriors present, not only could they not stop it, but they were the living witnesses of the scene that followed.

They witnessed, they witnessed the Emperor's arm resting on Horus' arm, they witnessed the divine light also burning on the broken body of the Wolf God, bursting out from the inside out, not only healing Horus' injuries at an astonishing speed, but even allowing the Primarch to pick up the sword.

"Father……"

Horus whispered, and those simple words meant the world to him.

+Lupe Carr.+
The Emperor called to him, and his voice was that of a true father.

+Just like we used to...+
The Emperor supported him, and the Lord of Mankind and Horus jointly picked up the sword that symbolized the authority of the entire Great Crusade. They enjoyed the infinite glory together, and together slashed at the opponent who symbolized all the evils of the Great Crusade and all the stubborn enemies of human civilization.

One hit, just one hit.

"Die!"

This time, it was Horus who roared.

If people had not seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for them to imagine such tremendous power: violent light burst out from the burning sword, the entire sky surrendered before it, the entire battlefield was split apart before it, this mighty force turned flesh and blood into nothingness, turned magnificent houses into ruins, and all the bodies and souls that stood in its way were inevitably turned into dust by this supreme power, and all traces of the world were wiped out.

From the real universe...

"disappear."

The Archangel whispered.

He sighed deeply.

“It’s gone.”

The Emperor of Ullanor disappeared.

There was no struggle, no roar, no memorable echo that was in keeping with such status and authority. In the face of the joint efforts of the Emperor and his dearest son, the Emperor of the Orc Empire, the symbol of the Great Crusade, disappeared silently before the eyes of everyone: perhaps until the moment of his death, the beast still did not realize what had happened.

Just like everyone else there.

“We are all clueless.”

Fulgrim's voice was one of reverence.

"We are always ignorant of the Emperor's power."

He was silent again.

"Maybe……"

"Maybe Luo Jia is not entirely wrong..."

【Who knows...】

Morgan responded softly. She was the Primarch who recovered the fastest.

[Compared to these, I am more curious about where Zhuang Sen is now? I have clearly told him about the danger here with the Emperor.]

"Oh?"

Phoenix turned his head.

"I'm not surprised at all."

Then, he looked with a smile at Sanguinius who was standing in front of them, but the archangel ignored his two brothers and flew silently in the direction of Horus: the wolf-god fell in his father's arms and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

He slept extremely peacefully.

"He must be exhausted."

Fulgrim lowered his brows.

“But he’s also going to win.”

"So, could it be possible that Zhuang Sen had foreseen this and that's why..."

This sentence is still not finished.

Because whether it was Fulgrim, Morgan, Sanguinius who was flying in the sky at this time, or the Emperor holding Horus in his arms, none of them had anticipated what would happen next. None of them had anticipated that when the Emperor of Ullanor fell completely, there seemed to be some small changes on the other side of the battlefield.

But the sound reminded them.

"boom--"

The explosion engulfed everything.

But it is far away.

Everyone looked back in astonishment, only to see that the tall tower, the symbol of the end of the entire Ullanor War, the place where Horus and Jonson should have competed together, was now burning, or had been completely destroyed: silent waves were sweeping across the entire Ullanor battlefield at an unimaginable speed, along with the crazy roars of hundreds of billions of green-skinned beasts before their death.

Ullanor is dying.

"Beyond our expectations..."

Phoenix pursed his lips, and Morgan's expression was not much better than his.

[Indeed...unexpected...]

The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes.

【Now we know where Jonson and his army were just now.】

Phoenix was silent for a moment.

"You...really informed him?"

【certainly. 】

Morgan was firm.

"So what on earth was he thinking?"

【…】

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【I don't know either. 】

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Addendum: Ah, I originally thought that this plot would only take 3,000 to 4,000 words, but it took me a whole day to write it...

But the story of the battle of Ullanor has really been written up to this point. In any case, this difficulty has been overcome. As for the remaining issues, I will consider them tomorrow. Now I just want to catch up on some good sleep...

I stayed up late to update yesterday and actually fell asleep. What a restless sleep...

(End of this chapter)