Emperor's Bane

Chapter 80 Torch
In front of the Primarch of the First Legion, Morgan has always been a very docile person.

She will not object to any order, nor will she be found to have any behavior that is obedient to others, she always advances silently, hunts relentlessly, or pours out her thoughts in an undisguised and lazy tone at insignificant moments .

Jonson always knew there was something wrong with her.

But he has never had enough reason and motivation to eliminate this hidden danger.

This silver-haired woman has been silently following him. She has never shown real awe, but she has never let her value fall below the red line of being washed. Her abilities and achievements grow with the spread of the war, and even Even the most stubborn Dark Angels respect and understand the fact that she exists on the Indomitable Truth.

Many times, when [Lion]'s fingers lightly brushed the pattern of the hilt, he was conceiving the scene: the sharp sword unsheathed, tore through the air, cut open the snow-white neck, let the cold sword The blade and the colder air poured into the hot blood vessels, like a ruthless torrent breaking through the delicate dams, dragging the fields, cities and lives into an irresistible vortex, consuming all vitality and Grief sucks.

She might die from blood loss, or she might die from pulmonary embolism caused by a blocked airway. If he had been stronger, her beautiful head would have fallen like an abandoned crown, but that The scene was too brutal, and it would remind him of some bad memories.

But there is no doubt, but it is inevitable that there will be blood, and there will be a lot of blood, and the arrogant long neck of the white swan will be polluted by scarlet vipers, and her face, which is always full of laziness and thinking, may be There will be a slight purple color, just like the rows of mellow wine she brewed.

In the end, that thin body will fall down without even a speck of dust. She may accept it calmly, struggle angrily, curse viciously, interrogate unwillingly, or use small means of witchcraft, And other methods beyond his expectation to prove his unreal identity.

In any case, it will all end.

As long as he really swung that sword.

Everything will end, go to the right ending.

His sensibility, his instincts, his human side, the flashy armor he put on to squeeze himself into the prison of empire, all so roared, so exhorted, they yearned for his The sword was swung out, and the wanton blood splashed on the wall in the shock of everyone, and the masked girl who had malicious intentions died in a sob of astonishment.

The Primarch's fingers stroked the pattern of the hilt, feeling the sweetness soaked in blood and death.

The next moment, his fingers swept over all of this, patted the shoulder armor on the other side, and brushed away the ashes that were blown by the foul wind.

He doesn't need to do that.

It was a waste, a shameful waste, a wrong judgment, a cowardly hesitation, the most stupid act in which the pay far outweighs the gain.

Look at this silent mortal, she can do many things, she can solve many sufferings, and she can let him boldly take her to the most dangerous front line, the worst battlefield, the most extreme area, and the bloodiest place. The task, her ability is obvious to all, her attitude is worthy of recognition, and her death will not make people particularly sad, but it is just a little bit more narrow discrimination from her brother.

And more importantly, the most important factor above all these reasons is: she is being controlled.

Her residence is in his fleet, and her comrades-in-arms are his most loyal heirs. Her neck, her head, and her fragile life are all held tightly in his palm. He didn't even need his shot, the hidden devices of Coswayne and Arachos were enough to make even the most insane psyker powerless like a lamb.

There is no reason for him not to make good use of all of this, give orders to his heart's content, and wield this sword to his heart's content, until she is completely broken, or he no longer needs her.

What reason does he have to reject all this?

His rationality, his savagery, the phantom he left in the deep forest of Caliban, and the real [Leon-Jonson] hidden in his heart are all telling this truth earnestly.

This silver-haired masked girl, she still has value that has not been squeezed out, she is still controlled by herself, she has not touched her bottom line because of ambition and stupidity.

Therefore, she can still leave a small life to conceive her own plan in the shadows, and he doesn't care about all that.

She can survive, for now.

But when he no longer needs her, she must leave his army, or remain silent forever.

It won't be too long, maybe a month later, or maybe after this battle is over, he will soon drive her away and get rid of this hidden danger.

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That's what Jonson thought three years ago.

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[Something is wrong. 】

When they were within walking distance of Ran Dan's command center, Morgan finally spoke again.

【With all due respect, Mr. Zhuang Sen, don’t you think this has gone too smoothly? 】

【It was very smooth. 】

There is no unexpected opponent, and there is no real struggle to the death. This core area that controls 400 million Ran Dan warriors and hundreds of millions of slaves seems to pin all its destiny on that illusory concealment. Ran Dan Never was such a weak race.

The Primarch nodded, and then he let out a chuckle, which became a booming sound that bounced from metal to metal through the lion's helm.

【so what? 】

【so……】

Before Morgan could finish speaking, Aragos rushed up from behind them.

"My lord, Coswayne reports that a huge subspace energy suddenly appeared on our right side..."

【I've already seen it. 】

Following the words of the Lion King, in the endless gust of wind on the right side of the Dark Angel's army, a dark blue door of spiritual energy, like the mouth of a giant beast, suddenly burst from the storm, and only here, Behind them, on their left and in front, one after another portals were opened simultaneously.

They are so tall, tens of meters high, silently telling the horror of the existence on the other side of the gate.

[What do you think this will be? 】

Morgan heard Jonson's slow inquiry.

She doesn't even need to think about it.

[If it is a counterattack, it is too late. 】

[If it's a struggle, it's too early. 】

[But if this is an ambush, a trap, a gamble using Ran Dan's majestic Warmaster as bait to kill the [Lion] and [Soul Drinker] that trouble them, then it is indeed a calculation good time. 】

[I saw some familiar memories, it seems that they have already guessed what happened in the Sabis galaxy, they guessed how you hunted their compatriots in the first place, so they started a poor imitation, even though it failed. 】

[They think that the so-called hunting only needs to arrange the bait neatly, and then set up traps and hunters. These aliens will never understand that it is the noble, savage and cunning heart that really makes the hunting successful. 】

Through the steel helmet, the corners of Lion King's mouth slightly raised, and he spoke.

[It is indeed a big gamble. 】

[But I have no reason not to eat it. 】

[Arachos, call all the troops behind. 】

He spoke the order, and then turned his gaze back on Morgan, watching the mortal tilt his head slightly, putting on an innocent look.

[Behind my Ninth Knights and the 1000 people, there is an army of about 1000 people. They are all veterans brought from the Knights of Terra or Caliban. Before I come back, these [-] people will obey you command. 】

[Stop those guys in the portal, I don't care what they are, stop them, or destroy them. 】

[They are not enough to make me give up a hunt. 】

Morgan smiled, her pupils like icy blue suns standing in a storm.

[As ordered, Your Excellency. 】

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War is the most ruthless contest and the greatest teacher.

It's fair, brutal, ruthless, and methodical.

If you don't study, you will fall behind.

If you don't make progress, you will be beaten.

If you don't win, you will perish.

In the face of war, no one dares to be a lazy student. A delayed plan can lead to the collapse of a battle line. A skill that is not spread in time may cause thousands of deaths. And even if you learn the basics, Maybe after a few years, or even a few months, everything will look different, and you can only learn, continue to learn, study hard, and improve.

Because in war, no one has a second chance.

When the empire and Ran Dan were fighting in the endless stars and worlds, they were also silently competing in the greatest school in the galaxy.

On Mars and countless forge worlds, the technical bishops and priests loyal to the emperor risked the most to collect Ran Dan's weapons at all costs and crack its secrets.

In the trenches and camps, countless booklets and meetings are being held, and all the veterans share their experience, just to give others a slight chance of winning in the face of those twisted aliens.

On Terra's council, in the frontline headquarters, countless plans were turned into scrolls, proposed, refuted, revised, passed or discarded, and those most terrifying Randan individuals were frequently mentioned, how to assassinate them became One of the most important components of warfare.

No one will think that all this is unnecessary, because everyone knows that Ran Dan is also doing the same: cracking the technology of the empire, stealing the intelligence of the empire, and writing the best commanders and generals of the empire in the assassination list superior.

Both are learning, both are plagiarizing, both are making progress, and they dare not do so, because the only stake in this contest is what they must never throw away: the eternal fate of their respective races, who will die and who will live forever , who will remain unknown, who will embrace hegemony.

The weapons in the hands of the Sandalwood Brotherhood and even every dark angel are becoming more and more deadly to Ran Dan, and among the alien army, there are constantly emerging blasphemous weapons that have never been seen before, but can cause even more terrifying damage. The weapons of the Randan warriors began to appear in the hands of the Astartes, and beside them walked the Land raiders, the brutal blade...

Even……

"Titan!"

The dry roar was blown away by the wind, but everyone knew what he was going to say, because they had seen the huge monsters with their own eyes, heard the dull footsteps with their own ears, and felt the trembling of the ground for themselves.

Titans, machines of the gods, pillars of the empire, the most powerful beasts on the battlefield that every legion aspires to have.

This is what they used to be.

But now, everything has changed.

What appeared before Morgan and a thousand dark angels was the most profane creation, enough to make a mechanical bishop's skull smoke and even explode in an instant with rage and madness.

These behemoths, great behemoths, have completely completed Ran Dan's blasphemous creations: their bodies are dilapidated, and the huge chest front armor and leg armor are still covered with hideous scars, telling the story of their fall. How tragic those battles are, and at those fatal wounds, at the joints of those joints and mechanical arms, countless flesh and veins filled them, combined with the profane technology of the alien, let these dead behemoths reappear Standing up again and again, he became a sinful weapon loyal to Ran Dan.

Morgan looked at the mobile scourges in front of her eyes: War Dogs, Marauders, Wolves, Warlords... She even saw an ancient Mars-Alpha, the two triple laser blasters on its shoulders now cast an ominous shadow .

What drives these dead giants is not the power of machinery and energy, but a kind of ruthless squeeze: in the body of these titans, there is a psyker who has been squeezed to the point of exhaustion. Ran Dan's torture was completely insane, and he could only howl disorderly. Driven by those torture instruments, every trace of spiritual energy was squeezed out, and these giant beasts were accompanied by screams that resounded through the sea of ​​souls. Shouting, surrounded Morgan and a thousand dark angels.

And the moment they stepped out of the portal, the attack began, and invisible air waves shot out from the flesh and blood of these giant beasts, divided into four angles, and roared towards Morgan's location.

And Morgan just raised her scepter.

[Gun] Gathering together again.

But this time, her chanting seemed to be different.

As she whispered, her voice was shattered by the sound of the wind, and the sound of the wind was immediately pushed to the ground by those profane weapons that came striding forward, stepping on the dust in the endless yellow sand.

【what……】

[Banshee. 】

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Jonson's hunt lasted about one Terra standard hour.

When he wiped away the blood and rushed back to this battlefield, the hunting here was also over.

The Primarch raised his head and glanced around, his pupils couldn't help shrinking violently when he saw everything, and then, with some stiff steps, he threw the five hundred people who had been stunned in place. behind.

A thousand Dark Angels, most of whom are still alive today, but apparently caught in some strange oppression, the survivors lined up neatly in a circle to greet their genetic father.

And in the center of the circle, Morgan sat there, sitting on a hill made of ruins and steel.

She is laughing.

And the Dark Angels are staying away.

They stayed away from her as if it were a terrible beast that was absolutely invincible.

Zhuang Sen walked up, and he looked at the mortal advisor who had always been submissive. She was sitting there with a very rare and obvious smile on the corner of her mouth, which was obviously not for any sweet emotion.

【what have you done? 】

The Primarch looked up and asked.

She opened her mouth and seemed to feel the hoarseness of her throat, so she muttered and spit out a few letters.

【anger. 】

【……anger? 】

[That's really obvious. 】

Zhuang Sen turned around, and he looked at the completely different desert again: the sound of the wind had completely disappeared, as if swallowed by a savage god, and at this moment, the scenery had changed.

Torches, there are torches everywhere, burning torches are scattered wantonly in this endless desert, and there are billowing thick smokes that go straight to the sky everywhere, and each stack of torches symbolizes a lump of completely scrapped metal, each The thick smoke is a symbol of a completely dead war beast.

Zhuang Sen looked at them with an unprecedented solemn expression.

Afterwards, he turned around and gathered his team. Behind him, on the desert, were seventeen burning torches, which were left behind by everyone.

　Well, from today onwards, the name of this book will be changed to "Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana". As for why the name was changed... According to my various investigations, the name Emperor Calamity seems to be too detrimental to the popularity of passers-by. Many readers have a bad first impression .

　　So I decided to lure them in and kill them (not).

　　Besides, today, for the first time in my life, I pushed a book!

　　The title of the book is "Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can!" ", right at the starting point.

　　You can tell at a glance that it's about Mortarion's cub.

　　The author, like me, is a newcomer at the beginning (but I like the tulle), but he has a very good grasp of the rhythm of the story, and the progress of the plot is also very steady. The inner drama of the protagonist is occasionally active, but the overall style of Warhammer is mastered. , and the death guard, it really needs a more active character.

　　In short, let's py with him here, and hope that both of our books can make good progress.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)