Emperor's Bane

Chapter 88 Showdown

Many years later, when Morgan witnessed the stalwart body of the "Indomitable Truth" shattered in betrayal and burning, slowly falling towards the holy Terra in the huge shadow formed by Luna blocking the sun's rays, she was ready I will recall that quiet and noisy afternoon.

She would definitely recall the time when Jonson's edge was only one step away from her.

Like a rushing eagle, like a rising tiger, or like a waking bear, the Primarch's body cast a huge shadow in the midair, and in contrast to the darkness, the sharp edge in Zhuang Sen's palm seemed to be a huge shadow. Very dazzling.

The Primarch's attack was as swift as a thunderbolt, and he came to Morgan in an instant, so fast that the silver-haired Spider Queen had no time to use her power, and displayed her proud psychic power. [Lion Sword] The sword's edge tore through the air like a poisonous snake's letter, trying to kiss Morgan's snow-white neck in vain.

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[And in the same way, as long as the speed is fast enough, even a rusty dagger can end an alaph. 】

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In this instant, the instinct belonging to the Primarch guided Morgan, she clenched her teeth, and a curved sharp blade appeared on the top of the serpentine staff.

Using [-]% of her strength, she swung it, and the curved blade and [Lion Sword] collided in mid-air with a speed and force that even the most experienced Astartes warriors could not see clearly, and the huge steel hissing sound spread across the air. A few kilometers away, even overshadowing the roar of those terrifying inorganic killing instruments, endless storms swept out from the gap between the two weapons, and in the blink of an eye, countless forests turned into barren hills.

The first confrontation was over within a second, and the Lion King's sharp blade was deflected and swept across Morgan's left side, cutting off only a few stray strands of hair.

The silver-haired Spider Queen swayed and took a few steps back involuntarily.

The smile on Zhuang Sen's face that was determined to win froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he shook the [Lion Sword] unconsciously, as if to confirm whether it was a fake or not.

When he raised his head again and looked at Morgan, there was already a few traces of vague suspicion in his sight.

In the distance, the roar of the extinct aircraft was getting closer, and the vine-grown rainforest temporarily delayed their pace, but obviously, the delay would not last long.

Morgan clutched her numb wrist, the psychic flames began to gather on her staff, and she was facing Jonson's gaze, showing a pale smile.

【What are you going to use against me, Zhuang Sen? 】

Jonson's smile had disappeared, and his face was even a hundred times more serious than when Perturabo was at his angriest.

[Use a sword. 】

He replied.

Afterwards, the Primarch of the First Legion raised his great sword high, and while the sword was shining, his other hand suddenly drew to his waist and pulled out the plasma pistol [ Actinus flintlock].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots in a row.

Morgan swung her staff, and the psionic energy she was accumulating turned into a thick barrier, blocking the sudden blow. Afterwards, her lips pursed, and she launched a teleportation method under her contemptuous gaze.

And at this moment, Zhuang Sen moved.

The figure of the Primarch was like a ghost. He held a big sword in one hand, and with a slight lift of the other hand, he threw the plasma pistol in the air. Then, the free fingers stretched out to his waist again. , Pulled out the fuzes of two stasis grenades between the lightning and flint, and threw them viciously at Morgan's location.

Then, the fingers that were free again spread out, and caught the falling 【Achtinus Fusiliers】.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Another three shots!

This is the sword technique of Caliban!

Morgan clenched her snow-white teeth tightly, and let out a hoarse cry from the depths of her throat. The majestic spiritual energy rushed out from the fingertips and the top of the wand, and exhausted all of Jonson's attacks. drowned in the flames of nothingness.

Then, her fingers brushed the burning air, and the psionic sharp arrows turned into an invisible rainstorm in an instant, and shot at Jonson's head overwhelmingly.

Coswayne, Luthor, Nemir, Zahariel, Asmodeus, Astris...

The sharp arrows turned into countless dark angels, turned into countless Terrans, Calibans, and everyone Jonson knew. They roared, roared, and raised their big swords high, towards Zhuang Sen. Sen rushed.

The icy expression froze on Zhuang Sen's face. He narrowed his eyes and broke through these phantoms with a stride, just like a giant beast breaking through the early morning fog.

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[In the final analysis, the illusion is just a false, non-existent garden maze. As long as you can identify a direction and be firm, you can easily break through even the most real illusion. 】

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It seemed that he did remember.

Morgan sighed in his heart.

But at this time, the sword's edge was close at hand.

Morgan raised the curved blade again.

The two terrifying weapons collided again, biting and entangled like ferocious beasts vying for territory, making teeth-stinging metal friction sounds in mid-air.

The footsteps of the extinct machine are getting closer.

Finally, Zhuang Sen let out a roar like a wild beast. He used his arms with the greatest strength, swung his sword, and drew a sharp moonlight in midair.

This third confrontation finally came to a conclusion. Although Morgan's curved blade was no slower than the Lion King's great sword, its fragile blade could no longer withstand this confrontation.

With a crisp crack, the curved blade disintegrated into hundreds of scattered fragments, and in the drizzle of metal, Morgan could finally chant his spell.

Her figure began to become blurred, transformed, and quickly disappeared in place.

And there was only a grim smile on the corner of Jonson's mouth.

He flipped his wrist, revealing an instrument that even Coswayne didn't know about from the armor, and then pressed it without hesitation.

The next moment, Morgan's already blurred figure became clear again. She looked up, only to see an invisible psychic iron wall covering her and Jonson's heads.

Facing the astonished gaze, the Lion King raised his head arrogantly.

【Without my permission, you can't go out. 】

His figure was mixed with the approaching and chaotic roar of the Extinction Machine, appearing somewhat fragmented and blurred.

[Now, there are still 30 seconds before the arrival of those despicable guys. 】

He looked at Morgan, with some confused guesses flashing in his emerald green pupils, as well as a thirst for knowledge that was determined to win.

【strength. 】

【agile. 】

【reaction speed. 】

【The physical fitness you showed in those moments just now surpassed every one of my heirs. This is simply not something a mortal can possess. 】

【You better give me an explanation, Morgan. 】

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Jonson hadn't felt this way for a long time.

This feeling is called "tension".

The flames of war across the galaxy did not make him nervous, the countless alien blades did not make him nervous, and even the indifferent and resentful gazes between the children did not make him nervous either.

Since stepping into this galaxy, even the worst situation exists within Jonson's expectations.

But this time, things are different.

The Primarch of the First Legion could feel his breathing was a little short, and the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously from time to time, distorting his tense face.

When he realized this, he even felt a little angry, nameless anger.

Then, he heard laughter.

Morgan laughed.

The laugh that flowed from her pale face and lingered between those equally pale lips was neither violent nor mocking, just plain, laughing.

In this laughter, every precious second is mercilessly passing away, and the heavy steps of those ruthless and vicious machines are close at hand.

20 seconds left.

The smelly cold air was continuously sucked into the Primarch's chest along the cracks between the teeth. Jonson's eyes were already blazing, and curiosity, anger and those vague guesses were playing in his brain. Formed into a ball, like thousands of silk threads intertwined and mixed together, it made the Primarch feel a slight headache.

He raised his head and began to think about whether to rush forward, grab the snow-white neck that had always been rebellious, and use the strongest means to get what he wanted.

Just when he was thinking seriously, the laughter stopped abruptly.

[I have nothing to say, Johnson. 】

She evoked a smile, it was a white swan spreading its wings in the air.

[If you really want me to say something, then I think, I can only say one sentence, one sentence I heard, and I will give it to you. 】

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[Throwing away all the impossible, the absurd will also be reality. 】

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Those words were like the silver spoon that opened the magic box.

In the blink of an eye, countless words, countless words uttered from Morgan's mouth, countless materials and statements about Morgan, appeared in Jonson's mind very clearly.

He recalled everything.

Like a flying waterfall, it finally broke through the most stubborn rock.

He should have realized it earlier.

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"They will secretly hide their children...Morgan is the best product since the emergence of this system. She quickly became Maximilian's right-hand man after [appearing]..."

[They appeared because I was suppressing my psionic energy, not because I was overloading my power. 】

[I can have many ways to try and kill you completely. 】

"She's just like... like a monster, a monster who knows how to use psychic power to show off."

"Father……"

"I really... forgot."

[I am not Magnus. 】

[Every one of us will stop at a place in our life, and for some people, his heart is just the vast forest of Caliban. 】

[At this point, in many points, we are very similar. 】

……

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[Throwing away all the impossible, the absurd will also be reality. 】

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Jonson took a deep breath.

His face was distorted, it was obviously a stiff face like an iceberg, but his facial features twisted unconsciously like a roasted snake, his pupils suddenly enlarged, then slowly narrowed, and then enlarged again, His lips were constantly wriggling, twisting and turning into several arcs, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, but he just kept taking deep breaths, large gusts of air were sucked in by him, and his empty chest was like a bellows. Loud noise.

He subconsciously controlled his expression, keeping his facial features in a serious posture, but it was counterproductive, making his face even more black and humorous. In the end, he even lowered his head slightly instinctively, making his face uneasy. will be seen.

All of this only lasted for a short moment, because soon, Zhuang Sen remembered something, and he raised his head again. At this moment, his face was engulfed by complete anger in an instant.

[You... sneak in!my legion? 】

His answer was still laughter, big laughter.

【sneak into? 】

【No!No!No! 】

[Do you... still remember the Bilivan galaxy? 】

Zhuang Sen thought of something, and his expression became a little embarrassed again. He tried his best to suppress it, so that he still looked like the terrifying commander and hunter.

[When you left me where I was, facing Ran Dan's modified titan and army, I was wounded. 】

【From that moment on, I realized what I really am. 】

Zhuang Sen stood where he was. He used the most powerful willpower in his life to control his expression, so that no one could see what he was thinking.

He was silent, dead still, he lowered his head, without saying a word, like a perfect black iron cast, until the footsteps of Extinction Relic Machine were within reach.

Until Morgan reminded him with a whisper-like chuckle.

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[Ten seconds left...]

[My Warmaster. 】

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Jonson gritted his teeth.

He even forgot how he gave the order to contain the three extermination machines with a voice almost gnashing his teeth.

He could hear the unwilling mechanical roars of the most vicious organic killers. These defeated and restrained iron-hearted exterminators possessed a cunning nature and extreme hatred for organic life. They had no mercy or restraint. The malevolent joy of mass murder.

But in the face of Zhuang Sen's absolute supreme order, these machines had no chance of disobedience. Zhuang Sen turned his head and listened carefully to their footsteps reaching the airdrop pod, and then slowly turned his head back.

At this time, his face was once again occupied by complete indifference and firmness, but when he looked at Morgan, the brows and corners of his mouth that trembled from time to time were still expressing some embarrassing emotions.

In the end, he looked directly into Morgan's pupils, and in a tone almost gnashing his teeth, he spoke out his order word by word.

[Follow me back to the Indomitable Truth. 】

【Stay in your room, don't go anywhere! 】

After saying that, he turned around and ordered his footsteps to stay away a little bit.

And behind him, only Morgan responded in a low voice.

[As ordered. 】

【Brother~】

This address made Jonson's body tremble.

But he didn't stop himself.

(End of this chapter)