Emperor's Bane

Chapter 805: Killing the False Emperor

Chapter 805: Killing the False Emperor
“This was never what I wanted.”

"I never thought of sending my legions on the offensive: my vision was only for peace."

"But since you are so determined, you are determined to crush peace into war."

"Then let it all burn."

……

"I was there the day Horus slew the Emperor."

"Right behind him, not twenty paces away: maybe thirty."

In the following years, this distance continued to change in Loken's mouth, but the core idea remained unchanged: like everyone present at the time, Loken witnessed with his own eyes how the Empire's Warmaster strangled the old man sitting on the Golden Throne.

But it is not easy to see this exciting scene: even though the one sitting on the throne in front of them is a genuine false emperor, his rule over the world under his feet is indeed long and authoritative, and he has no shortage of elite soldiers who are willing to die for him.

For example, those assassins who almost took the life of their fourth company commander.

These killers are called Absolute Shadows, a somewhat intimidating name, but they do have power equal to the name: they are armed with energy weapons that are enough to kill any Astartes warrior, and both their manpower and morale are considerable. Fighting with them is destined to be a bloody victory.

What's more important is that their cloaking device is indeed difficult to deal with. It was not until after the war that Loken learned that this pseudo-emperor actually had his own technological priests. It was these people who developed this rare force field technology, which achieves the effect of invisibility by distorting light: it can also be used for attack when necessary.

It has to be said that this arrogant king does have an arrogant trump card.

But unfortunately, this time he had to face two real monsters.

Pouring out from the teleportation array were not only warriors of the Luna Wolves and Dawnbreakers, but also their respective Primarchs, all of whom were renowned psychic powers in the galaxy: the Absolute Shadows' invisibility, physical qualities, and energy weapons all seemed ridiculous in the face of their will.

Especially the Queen of Avalon.

Morgan stepped into the battlefield with a lazy attitude like she was on vacation. She yawned sleepily and ignored the energy beams and broken limbs flying around her. Most of the Dawnbreakers gathered around her and did not enthusiastically participate in the fight for victory.

On the contrary, several of the best Dawnbreaker captains led their subordinates and took the initiative to help the Moon Wolves guard the retreat: when the false emperor's soldiers who heard the news planned to rush in from outside the throne room, they had to face the defense line of the Second Legion.

Even a crudely made line of defense is enough to pin them down, and the time left for the False Emperor's Legion is not much: as the Primarchs appear, devastating ship-borne firepower projection and legion-level airborne operations will be launched one after another within five minutes.

It can be said that the battle was over when Morgan and Horus walked out of the teleportation array one after another: no matter whether it was the fleet hidden in the gravity well of space by the false emperor, or his huge army of tens of millions, in the eyes of the two Primarchs, they were all juggling tricks that were not worthy of being put on the stage.

This leisurely mentality continued until the Jueyings began to act again. They were extremely keenly aware of the importance of the two primarchs to the legion, and then they foolishly chose the two as their next target.

Loken, who happened to be standing next to the Spider Queen, witnessed the ensuing massacre: the Primarch looked at the battlefield with some boredom, slowly raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and six delicate blood flowers bloomed in every corner of Loken's vision, followed by the sound of armor and flesh falling to the ground.

But the Primarch did not stop. After snapping his fingers, Morgan drew a few empty circles with the finger that was still extended, causing all the ashes, debris and blood-stained wreckage on the battlefield to dance: just like the plants and animals dancing with the princess in fairy tales, they jumped nimbly to the silent song.

And when the song ended, the ashes gained self-awareness, and they rushed towards Morgan's target: the cloaking devices of the Jueyings could no longer protect them, and the dust like maggots attached to their bones made the outlines of their silver armor so eye-catching in the heat-sensing traces.

As for what happened next, the two legions naturally didn't need the Primarch to worry about it anymore.

As Abaddon and his Gastalins threw themselves into the slaughter with a frenzy of revenge, Loken, who arrived last, also silently raised the contrast of his eyepiece, leaving only black and white in his field of vision, so that he could better capture the outlines of those Absolute Shadows.

Over the next few minutes, he killed three no longer invisible opponents in the ruined throne room, accidentally destroying the cloaking device of one of them, exposing him to the air.

This allowed Gavial to finally take a good look at what these arrogant resistance fighters looked like.

As expected, they are human beings, 100% human. Even the most stringent High Lord would not list them as targets to be eliminated: the Empire always welcomes such people, and war should not fall on these people.

What a shame.

Why would they resist the Empire?
Loken felt a little emotional, but as a warrior he was not at a loss.

But then, the equipment of these Absolute Shadows attracted his interest: the silver armor was extremely finely crafted, and the intricacies of the carvings and emblems far surpassed those of the Astartes' power armor. In the memory of the Moon Wolf, only the Royal Guards of the Lord of Mankind could be compared with them.

The already tall Jueyings put on these silver armors, with exquisite red silk cloaks behind them: at first glance, it seemed as if they were really fighting against the Imperial Guards.

It's really weird...

At the other end of the Milky Way, tens of thousands of miles away from Terra, they encountered a galaxy that was almost identical to the solar system, and a world that was almost identical to Terra. Here, there were also empires and lords of mankind, as well as powerful imperial guards?
And they destroyed it all with their own hands?
It's not a coincidence like this!

Loken muttered to himself, but there was no time to think too much, because his comrades were destroying the false emperor's defense line with great force: without the protection of the cloaking device, the false emperor's soldiers were simply unable to resist the emperor's cavalry, the fragile defense line melted like snowflakes, and the air was filled with the smell of metal and blood.

A total of one thousand Moon Wolves and Dawnbreakers poured out of Morgan's teleportation array. They were all the elite of their respective legions, enough to determine the situation of this war: half of them stayed in the palace, and the other half took advantage of the chaos to fight their way out, and after killing the reinforcements of the false emperor, they got in touch with their comrades who had airdropped down.

The entire war began when the sun just climbed up the sky, and ended before it reached the highest mountain in the west. The soldiers of the false emperor fell one by one, and his spacious palace and the capital city turned into a sea of fire. The residents either fled in all directions or hid in their homes with fear on their faces, looking at those deformed giants that only appeared in horror stories.

"This world is ours."

Loken's brothers declared victory behind him, but the Moon Wolves were not happy about it: slaughtering these pure human fellows who seemed to have no conflict of interest with them at all made Loken feel strange in his heart.

After arranging everything, the captain of the 10th Company of the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion walked quickly across the battlefield where he had just fought: the false emperor's magnificent palace was now in ruins, which was a compliment. Now, it was littered with broken armor and corpses, and stench and flies began to gather in the air.

The vast majority of these corpses belonged to the Absolute Shadow Guards. They were indeed admirable opponents, fighting to the last man, without fleeing or surrendering, but their results were pitifully small: the Shadow Moon Wolves had less than ten casualties, and the worst case among the Dawnbreakers was just one seriously injured soldier.

He was a young man. Locke made way and watched the pharmacists of the Second Legion carry the unconscious young man out while muttering that they should take out the gene seeds as soon as possible.

On both sides of the road, there were more Dawnbreaker soldiers. They were like groundhogs looking for food, bustling in the ruins after the battle. This made Loken feel something new and strange that he had never felt before: the Moon Wolves had never cared about the ruins after the battle.

He spent about a minute observing what these Sons of Morgan were doing: in addition to helping their comrades and counting casualties, many Dawnbreakers were tearing down the curtains or drapes that were still intact, giving their opponents who died on the ground a simple but acceptable funeral.

Gabe, bow your head, and show respect.

Then he began to search without mercy.

Loken watched as a group of Dawnbreakers murmured as they slipped towards the treasury of the false emperor, and some of the Sons of Morgan took out solid bags from somewhere, which were filled with cloaking devices and enemy equipment that Loken had never seen before. Next to these bags, the technology priests who once served the false emperor were tied up and regarded as the breathing trophies of the Dawnbreaker Legion.

Really...unique values.

After observing for about a minute, Captain Locke finally gave his own evaluation. He did not appreciate the behavior of the Dawnbreakers, but he did not think that what they did was wrong: maybe it was just that the customs of each legion were different?

Shaking his head, Loken reached his destination in the next minute: he stood at the place where Sejanus almost died, and watched from a novel perspective how the arrogant false emperor came to the end of his life.

Amazingly, this foolish old man did not flee from his palace in the chaos after the battle broke out. Even though his army collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, he still sat on the golden throne like a rock: the huge petal-shaped crystal glazed dome and steel bars came together, sprinkling an ominous blood-red color over the head of this doomed king.

That was the rising smoke from the distant battlefield.

"You have one last chance."

The Wolf God stood in front of the False Emperor, surrounded by densely packed Gastalins and gnashing teeth of the Luna Wolves: everyone had heard that their beloved Captain of the Fourth Company was almost killed here by this despicable guy, and if it hadn't been for the Primarch's insistence, they would have shot the old bastard to death.

But Horus wanted to do more.

"Your country is crumbling, your legions are ruined, all your pride and arbitrariness will be reduced to dust before sunset, but the worst is yet to come: your fate has not yet come to an end."

The Wolf God looked down at his unqualified opponent. His shadow alone was enough to devour the opponent: it was an extremely unfair comparison, the primarch's white and gold armor shone like the sun in the void, while the false emperor wore a purple robe, which was stained with smoke and the stench of blood.

The old man had what little hair he had left, which was sparse and pale. One could clearly see the bones inside his cheeks. He had thick bags under his red eye sockets, and sadness and anger were constantly flowing between his pupils.

Not to mention the comparison with the wolf-shepherd god: any captain or soldier picked out from the arrogant descendants of Horus can have more leadership aura than this so-called Lord of Mankind.

"You are the ruler here, right?"

The Wolf God nodded, not expecting any answer. "You must have seen that we are loyal to the true human empire and the true master of mankind. There is no fundamental difference between us and you. There are also countless mortal warriors in my army. They are like brothers to your people. They should not kill each other here."

"Surrender, and order your country and army to stop resisting. I will accept your territory according to the original specifications. All the unpleasant things that happened here will be forgotten. You will be active surrenderers rather than opponents, and you will have your own place in the true human empire."

Horus's speech was passionate, but the only response he received was indifference: there was deep sorrow in the eyes of the false emperor when he looked at Mu Lang, and even Loken knew that it was impossible for a man like him to surrender.

"I despise you, intruder."

The false emperor spoke, his voice thick with the local accent.

"You destroyed the human kingdom, you destroyed the ancient civilization here..."

"I'm not going to destroy it."

The wolf god interrupted him.

"If you surrender, you will continue to rule here as Governor. If you choose to resist, I will select the responsible person from my army: in any case, this inhabitant will continue to live forever as a part of the human empire."

"……Hahaha……"

The false emperor laughed.

"Put it this way: What you want to do is allow us to live in peace and safety."

"of course."

"Then why did you come?!"

He suddenly began to roar like a terminally ill lion.

"Before you came, we were living in peace and safety! I have spent my whole life protecting this world! Protecting my people! If you really want peace and safety to continue to remain in this world, then your fleet should quietly leave and never have anything to do with us again. We do not welcome you, and we will not take the initiative to stop you. It is you who imposed war on this world!"

After a brief moment of anger, the old man suddenly collapsed on the throne.

"You could have let us go."

“That’s real peace.”

"What threat do we pose to you? Why do you insist on keeping your warships in our skies?"

"..."

Horus was silent for a moment: he used a gesture to stop the angry Moon Wolves behind him from wanting to kill the false emperor.

“It’s a huge theme.”

The Wolf Shepherd God spoke steadily.

"In short, this galaxy is far more dangerous than you think. Your so-called safety is just an illusion before the storm."

"But we are different from you. We are the true descendants of mankind. We know what happened in this galaxy. We know that we must unite everyone as much as possible so that we can survive better. There will be some tragedies in this, but please believe that our fundamental purpose is correct."

"Our Lord, the Lord of Mankind, if you were lucky enough to meet him, you would know how wholeheartedly he serves humanity..."

"fart!"

The false emperor laughed.

"If he really cared about humanity, he would never have let a bunch of you fakes out to cholera the world. Look at you, a bunch of artificial giant embryos, deformed and ugly, without any mind at all. No one would start a war with their fellow human beings."

Then he pointed to his guards.

"Look at them! They are the real heroes of mankind. They fight with the crystallization of technology and the courage in their hearts, not you biological monsters..."

"enough."

There was a hint of anger in Horus' voice.

"You don't understand what technology is, nor do you understand the Emperor's contribution to all mankind..."

"If he really cares about all mankind!"

The false emperor interrupted him again.

"So after the war..."

He laughed, and there was a slight sound of wind between his broken front teeth.

"He will definitely eliminate and replace you monsters as soon as possible."

"Look at you: how dare you call yourselves human beings?"

"When you killed other human beings, did you beasts have even a trace of mercy and regret in your hearts?"

"You are nothing but a bunch of monsters in human skin."

"..."