Emperor's Bane

Chapter 79 Piercing the Lion
The prestigious [Lion Sword] whipped up a hurricane in the icy air, accompanied by the smell of explosive gunpowder and the stubborn smell of metal, leaving a shocking edge in midair.

This sharp edge sliced ​​through the heads of at least five Ran Dan fighters. These tallest and ugliest opponents fell to the ground before they even had time to groan in pain, becoming fleshy flesh under the Primarch's boots .

Looking at his latest victory, Zhuang Sen fell into a brief intoxication that didn't even last for a moment: the possibility of hunting, killing, depriving life and breathing, the joy of creating these pains and killing with his own hands made his emerald green pupils turn pale. Be crystal clear.

But in the next second, he turned back into the unsmiling lord of heroes, and silence and alienation filled his face and heart again.

[Gather the team and move on! 】

The Primarch roared and ordered, his voice suppressing all the noisy voices on the battlefield. Hundreds of the best Diablos responded to their Gene Father with silent killing and the deepest battle cry in their throats. The battle near the point lasted less than 15 minutes. In front of the King of Knights and his most loyal attendants who went to the front line in person, the resistance of thousands of Randan warriors and slaves was like a stone thrown into the rolling waves. , only the weakest splashes can appear.

The battle lines were slaughtered, the fortresses were pierced, and the heavy fire points and artillery positions that suppressed the Astartes fighters were destroyed by a black hurricane: no one could resist Jonson's offensive, and his figure could not be destroyed by any Captured by the muzzle of the gun, the alien formations collapsed in the massacre and fear he caused. Behind him were those warriors who gave up their lives the most. Leading the Primarch Guard.

With the fall of the last Randan warrior, a wider land was cleared, and more airdrop pods and transport planes appeared from the gray sky, carrying more dark angels, and those The most important heavy weapons and logistics supplies.

From this moment on, the footsteps of the First Legion have completely stepped on this world, unshakable.

The Primarch of the First Legion was standing on a hill that was already stained red with blood. When he raised his head, he could only see the hazy mist in the distance.

Then he heard the sound of riding boots trampling on the sand.

【They are coming, Your Excellency, more Ran Dan troops are coming here from six directions. 】

Jonson didn't answer, he just turned his head slowly, looking at his psychic advisor who was never really at ease.

She had long hair loose, and the fine drops of sweat seemed to have never disappeared from her temples. There was a light of desire to destroy in the blue pupils, which he had never seen in her pupils before.

Something is wrong with her.

Johnson continued to look at the fog in the distance.

【go on. 】

He heard some sharp laughter.

[Yes, Your Excellency. 】

[These six army fronts are not balanced, the souls of three of them are completely Ran Dan's alien flavor, and the others are a mixture of fish and dragons. 】

[Especially the invading enemies on the front right, they have the largest number and the best quality, and even include thousands of powerful individuals worth noting. 】

As if to confirm this passage, Aragos stepped forward quickly and reported to his lord in a low voice.

"My lord, Coswayne reported that the [Indomitable Truth]'s sensors detected an extremely dense signal source about 220 kilometers ahead of us to the right, and the signal feedback there was exactly the same as the Randan command center we recorded, Coswayne is concentrating the force of the fleet to fight for the actual control of that airspace, and he predicts that it will take at least two Terra standards to complete this goal."

At the same time, a simple map of the nearby area has been turned into a communication, which is transmitted from the Queen of Glory to the receiver in the ear of the Lion King. The Primarch carefully observes this scene from the sky and thinks one time.

[Tell Coswayne that if at least [-] companies are airdropped, the fight for air supremacy can be slowed down a bit, as long as the aliens can't provide the ground with their fire cover, and he has to focus on Mander Near Weir Point, ensuring control there is the key. 】

[Then, tell Astlan that I will leave him all the artillery and half of the armor force. Before my new order arrives, his task is to ensure the safety here and delay the alien army in other directions as much as possible. 】

[Finally, call the Ninth Knights and the five hundred people. We need to split the front of Randan's army on the right front, and then advance about 100 kilometers to capture the fortress there, and then proceed to the next step. 】

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The ranks of the Rand Raiders splashed into the billowing sands of the storm, and hundreds of black-armored Astartes surrounded these mightiest war beasts, crushing every Randan army they encountered. Red Dust, and more fighters followed behind them, forming strongholds to watch and help each other, ensuring the integrity of the controlled area.

During this journey of hundreds of kilometers, they walked for about two Terra standard hours. The intermittent encounters and ambushes filled every second, but they never blocked the footsteps of any Dark Angel until they arrived. of their purpose.

It was a fortress built on a hill. It looked like a dilapidated palace. Hundreds of alien cannons and tens of thousands of Randan warriors surrounded the defense core. Thousands of muzzles and cannons The mouth played the movement of firepower without interruption, so that even the bravest dark angels could not break through this almost perfect firepower net.

The most powerful force was thus blocked by solid walls, dense firepower nets and trenches. The elite Astartes warriors were forced to fight among the trenches and boulders, while the more conspicuous armored units could not even approach. There.

Finally, after cleaning another heavy firepower point, looking at the dozens of gray marks on the shoulder armor, the Primarch lost what little patience he had.

[Destroy it. 】

Jonson's fate was neither impatient nor violent, but it was filled with the will to kill, which made the dark angels who approached him shiver uncontrollably.

They did not know to whom the order was given, but they soon found out.

[As ordered, Your Excellency. 】

When those dark angels heard this response mixed with laughter, they fell into confusion for a moment.

These two voices seemed equally terrifying.

It was like two vicious chess players adjudicating the fate of the chess pieces in endless rage and malice.

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Morgan took a deep breath, followed by a long sigh.

As her eyes fell into the purest and most merciless light of judgment, the rampant souls in the kingdom of thinking began to howl and flee uneasy, their remaining will seemed to realize that the catastrophe was imminent, but they had no Method.

Morgan's will grabbed them at will, and with a wave of her hand at will, tens of thousands of souls were gathered under her palm, accompanied by her smile, her low voice, and her psychic hands constantly With careful kneading and mastering, these howling souls were fused together in the strongest and most ruthless gesture.

As if molten iron flowed into a mould, when the last groan in these souls completely disappeared.

[Gun] appeared.

And everything is just a moment in the eyes of outsiders.

From the perspective of the Dark Angels and even Jonson, Morgan just clenched her five fingers tightly, and gave birth to countless alarming desperate wailings out of thin air. Afterwards, an invisible gun that they could perceive but was completely invisible was held high by her. rise.

She whispered softly.

【brutal. 】

This seems to be some kind of prayer, and it seems to be some kind of spell to unravel the wild power.

Accompanied by a fierce sound, the [gun] broke away from Morgan's palm, like a swift thunderbolt, leaving a piercing roar in the sky above countless Randan aliens.

Almost in the next instant, the [gun] hit the mountaintop fortress that was constantly spitting out flames. It was like a purest hurricane. It did not explode, nor did it lift up the wall. It just followed the cracks and muzzles, silently. He hurried in.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, an incomparably huge, crazy, and hysterical wail that could be heard clearly by every dark angel even thousands of meters away, and even filled with dread and pity, was suddenly remembered. Tens of thousands of aliens screamed in unison, it was thousands of aliens who were being beaten alive to kill their souls, and then died distorted in the slaughter without any mercy.

The sound was so loud and miserable that even the battlefield full of artillery fire stopped for a moment because of this unimaginable collective mourning, and even the wind stopped, and a different kind of dead silence enveloped the battlefield. Looking at the fortress that can no longer make any sound: the ugly face of Ran Dan's alien has been occupied by panic, and behind the dark angel's mask is full of fear and shock.

Until the next moment, before everyone present could react, a black hurricane had rejoined the battle.

【attack! 】

The roar of the [Lion] awakened the sleeping legion, and all the dark angels once again raised their blades. This time, they no longer had any scruples.

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Ran Dan is an ugly race, no matter what civilization in the galaxy is, their faces are unbearably ugly.

At this time, the faces of the corpses of Ran Dan piled up in the fortress took on a new level of ugliness: the unsightly faces mixed with the moment of death due to extreme pain and panic finally became Scene enough to make the Astartes long to forget.

There are at least [-] Randan warriors in this fortress, and some of them are comparable to Astartes, but now, they are all dead, at the same instant.

【You drained their souls? 】

Jonson squatted down and carefully examined the alien corpse at his feet. The Primarch's innate psionic perception told him that there was a different kind of emptiness in these corpses.

[No, Your Excellency. 】

With his back to the muzzle of the gun, Morgan's face was hidden in the already dark light, and the air around her even slightly distorted, telling the powerful power of this psyker that must be controlled at all times, as Jonson She is a spiritual consultant, she is not like other dark angels, busy constructing new lines of defense in every corner of the fortress, but this does not mean that she will be much easier.

Jonson always had questions waiting to be answered, and whenever his questions were asked, he always needed the firmest and quickest answers, and even the briefest thoughts and hesitations radiated something hideous in his eyes. suspicious atmosphere.

[I just shattered them. 】

[Shattered soul? 】

Johnson frowned. He had never known such knowledge.

[Yes, I used tens of thousands or even more souls on the battlefield to gather into a [gun]. This gun carries these souls without self-awareness. When it shoots into this fortress , it will explode, and countless strands of souls will form a sudden wave in the sea of ​​souls, crushing these alien fragile souls like a tsunami. 】

The Primarch nodded. He didn't completely believe what Morgan said, but it didn't stop him from thinking about how this move could be used by him.

The Primarch got up to leave, and Morgan followed him silently, feeling a little relieved for a little relief from the heavy burden in his mind realm.

The [gun] is powerful, and its hit means the inevitable success of the killing. Even a psychic, without prior prediction, will only be another mournful soul under its sharp edge.

But the [gun] is also expensive, and the [barbaric gun] is just the most common one in Morgan's idea, but it still consumes tens of thousands of souls.

But Morgan doesn't feel distressed, because [gun] means inevitable killing, and she herself can get new soul replenishment after killing. Filling the cracks in her heart would, on the contrary, disrupt the only remaining order in her thinking kingdom and increase troubles in vain. Their loss is naturally insignificant, even a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the battles with Ran Dan came and went in a hurry, she didn't have time to pick and choose, so she didn't bother to eat these souls. In the past five years, although she had eaten hundreds of millions of souls, the ones that could be used were actually few. That's all.

And the rest are nothing more than consumables.

Anyway, they were originally a group of aliens.

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[This move of yours can be developed. 】

After walking to the balcony of the fortress, looking at the still lingering fog in the distance, Zhuang Sen spoke slowly.

[Whether it is light weight, taking the route of winning by quantity, or sacrificing a certain amount of preparation time to make it a sharp weapon that can kill or even kill generals from a long distance, you can and need to study it as much as possible. Our war with Ran Dan There is always a need for new powers, especially when it comes to psionics. 】

A smile played on Morgan's lips.

【In the field of war, you are so talented, Mr. Zhuang Sen. 】

【Do not. 】

The Lion briefly denied.

[This is a universal talent, you can see them in every one of my brothers, we are generals and commanders under the emperor, we should be born to understand this and be proficient in this. 】

Afterwards, the Primarch felt only an eerie silence behind him, followed by a sigh.

[I'm afraid I cannot agree with this, Your Excellency. 】

[Because, as I said, the talent you have shown in the field of war is the best, the greatest, none of which I have seen so far. 】

Jonson turned his head slowly.

【Are you slandering the talents of my two brothers? 】

[I have no right to do this, Your Excellency, and I am not qualified to judge the talent of the Primarch. 】

[But I still stick to my point of view just now. 】

There was light in Morgan's eyes, and Zhuang Sen looked carefully, and he recognized that it symbolized "persistence" and "sincerity", like the light of iceberg snow.

[Because this has never been a matter of talent, Your Excellency. 】

[This is a matter of attitude. 】

[This is a question about attitude, consciousness, and dedication. 】

Jonson turned his head back, and he was silent.

[I don't intend to discredit anyone, but as I said, Mr. Johnson. 】

[You have some of the most precious stars in the galaxy shining in your heart, but you have become accustomed to them, and you don’t know that in this era where everyone is fanatical in pursuit of so-called honor and endless personal desires, those shining, those silent in your heart How precious it is to give with those. 】

[And I, have witnessed them. 】

[You are a well-deserved king in the world of war, and this crown is not given by birth, nor does it rely on superior talent, because it is a crown that is given with dedication, loyalty, and silent dedication without complaint. What is cast belongs only to your crown. 】

[You are worthy of it, Your Excellency. 】

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Morgan could hear Jonson's somewhat heavy breathing.

He didn't look at her again, just left behind a tall and silent figure, his fingers seemed to be tapping on the armor, tapping unconsciously.

Jonson's head was raised high, so that Morgan couldn't see even the slightest frontal view. He just stared at the layers of thick fog and breathed deeply, as if there was some priceless treasure there.

[Your words... are somewhat exaggerated... yes, exaggerated. 】

【In the future... I will say less...】

For some reason, Zhuang Sen's soft whisper seemed a little weak and hesitant. He turned around and walked down the balcony quickly, exuding a strange aura of not being close to strangers.

(End of this chapter)