Emperor's Bane

Chapter 99 Duran's Farce ([-])

【Indomitable Truth】

While hundreds of knights watched and waited, their only lord, the King of Knights of Caliban, paced out from the shadow of the corridor leisurely, like a mythical man walking from an ancient scroll, After breaking through countless fogs and noisy dust, he descended into the ranks of mortals.

Lion-Jonson, Lord of the Dark Angels.

Holder of the sharpest blade in the entire galaxy.

He is also the king who rules Caliban and countless bloody battlefields.

But now, the former single husband is no longer alone.

Coswayne was standing on the right hand side of his immediate boss Arachos, behind them were the elite of the Ninth Knights, and farther away, the Second Knights were neatly arranged And the best group of dark angels in the sixth knight order, and the two knight lords who commanded them: Gail and Morin, were also there.

Everyone heard the sound of iron boots stomping on the ground, and no one could have heard it wrong: the sound formed by that unique strength and frequency was unique in the Legion, symbolizing the imminent arrival of their genetic father.

But this time, things seem to be a little different.

Even the slowest dark angels can clearly feel that in the steady and heavy footsteps of their genetic father, there seem to be some crisper, faster, and sharper sounds mixed in, as if A thick mountain peak was covered with snow-capped crystals, the second sound was completely different from Zhuang Sen's footsteps, but there was no more abruptness.

And soon, their questions were answered.

The king appeared in front of his knights, and beside him was the silver-haired mortal, although she was no longer wearing a long skirt, she was still so eye-catching.

Maid, advisor, confidant, buffoon, courtier...

All of a sudden, countless identities and judgments echoed in the chests of hundreds of dark angels. Some of them may have long been accustomed to Morgan following Jonson in and out of the most dangerous battlefields. In the deepest part, he didn't care about the actual situation of Zhuang Sen, but only regarded him as the most ordinary legion commander.

But in any case, no matter who it is, when they really witnessed that [a mortal] with long silver hair floating leisurely above many knight orders, in front of several knight commanders and great mentors, An Ran When Shi Li talked to their genetic father, they still instinctively felt that this scene was so dazzling.

Coswayne sighed in his heart, sighing for the scene in front of him: generals and soldiers live far below the king's steps, while commoners are proudly above the steps, whether his genetic father knows it or not What does that mean, in the highly hierarchical Six Wings, or in the culture of the Order of Caliban?
Or, he doesn't care at all?

Coswayne is not jealous of Morgan, he knows that her dedication and ability are worthy of this position, but as a figure appointed to reconcile internal conflicts in the Legion, he must think from the perspective of more people.

Coswayne's eyes drifted, and he couldn't help looking at the mortal next to Father Gene, the silver-haired lady who had been with them for several years in battle, she was wearing that black armor, and her face was A humble smile, but from her plain and straightforward eyes, proud neck and straight chest, Coswayne saw a kind of almost natural majesty and self-confidence, these auras are inadvertent What is slowly overflowing from time to time will only be captured by a few people.

He frowned.

The lion king's confidant immediately looked at his genetic father, and then turned his eyes back to Morgan. His eyes wandered vaguely between the two, and subconsciously felt that there was an inexplicable relationship between the two... similarity.

Coswayne may be the first person in the entire First Legion to have such a recognition. After all, among the Astartes Legion whose responsibilities, missions, and status are often changed and adjusted, he may be the only number The characters who have been in long-term contact with Johnson and Morgan for many years.

And now, he's using that to his advantage, reminiscing about years of memory, whether it's Morgan's uncanny psychic powers, or his genetic father's strange psyche after Sisyphus III. manner……

Coswayne didn't continue to think about it. After obtaining a vague guess, he took the initiative to stop thinking and analyzing this question: This is not his task. Since the Primarch did not speak, he must have his own There is no need to speculate about the plan.

And thinking of this, a somewhat vague memory flashed in his mind: when he led the mortal advisor to get the armor, during the intervals when she wore it, after all, Coswayne was somewhere After a long time of thinking and constant inner choices, he reminded the silver-haired lady with some cryptic words.

She is not of the same type as them.

Genre, a euphemism he had chosen so much for, rather than the more explicit ones: class, race, collective, or whatever.

As Jonson's hand-picked figure to reconcile the Terra faction and the Caliban faction, Coswayne knows very well that although those Caliban people who admire Jonson more have more affection for Ms. Morgan, those who symbolize Terran veterans of real power are dissatisfied with their gene father's trust in a mortal: Of course, this does not mean that they do not respect Morgan's power, but they are used to using this rash move as an entry point to express their disapproval. The various grievances of Jonson's many actions, nothing more.

Coswain had tried to insinuate the favored lady into keeping a low profile, and the armor incident was just one of many attempts, but Morgan didn't seem to get his point.

Of course, in hindsight, she probably just didn't want to understand.

Coswayne lowered his head.

Some voice inside him told him that from now on, he didn't have to think about anything about this lady.

Could it be that his genetic father can still be bewitched?
He was amused by his own thought.

In this kind of self-entertainment, Coswayne heard the sound of the arrival of the Stormbird of the Sixth Legion, and he subconsciously concentrated on doing his job well.

But before that, a vague thought flashed through his mind.

That Ms. Morgan.

The way she looks in armor is indeed much more pleasing to the eye than when she wears robes and skirts.

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Leman Russ arrived at the [Indomitable Truth] in a storm bird named [Helmgart], with only four Space Wolves behind him.

The Primarch of the Sixth Legion first looked around at the place that greeted him: The hangar of the [Indomitable Truth] is a wide enough but dark place, it can even be called gloomy, only the occasional flash of the servo skull Lights up the armor of some Dark Angels.

Although this kind of gloom cannot block the vision of the Primarch and the Astartes, Leman Russ still subconsciously cursed his brother in his heart. After adapting to the open-mindedness and brightness on his own battleship, these black Painted places can really make people uncomfortable.

He even smelled something he didn't like.

The wolf king glanced over the phalanx of dark angels waiting in full force, and stopped at the end of the gloomy kingdom, where the king of the kingdom, that is, his brother, was standing.

The two Primarchs had also talked before this, but it was at a collective meeting held by the Emperor, through projections and psychic powers, separated by tens of thousands of stars, leaving hasty conversations and words, and This is the first time for such face-to-face conversations.

The wolf king of Fenris looked at his brother, and Leman Russ decided at the first glance that his brother was a king: it was so obvious, he His armor, his demeanor, and even the mink he specially wore during such a war, all seemed to clearly express this point.

Perhaps at another time, his brother will also be able to establish his own kingdom, commanding thousands of vassals through his wrist, strength and sword, occupying the throne of knights, and controlling the endless stars.

When Leman Russ walked up to Jonson, he thought so.

[Riemann. 】

Johnson whispered his brother's name.

Leman from the Rus tribe, this is the true meaning of the name [Leman Russ].

[Jonson, my brother. 】

The two Primarchs called each other affectionately, but their actual actions were far from that: no hugs, no handshakes, the two Legion Lords kept a relatively safe distance, a distance enough for them to draw their weapons .

【Your fleet's performance in the void is not bad, and you yourself have kept your promise. Frankly speaking, I am a little surprised by these two points. 】

Zhuang Sen showed an insincere smile, and he softly commented on his brother, his green pupils exuded a kind of arrogance with confidence.

[Perhaps, you are not as bad as the rumors say, but your heirs may not be. 】

[At least you and I have fulfilled our promise, let this matter pass. 】

Leman Russ smiled and skipped the topic, but then he asked a question that bothered him.

[Speaking of this, Zhuang Sen, how did you find this place so quickly, tell me the truth, how did you do it? 】

The Lion of Caliban was vague.

[Observation, search, and some luck, but this is not my credit, if you really want to know...]

He turned his body to reveal the silver-haired figure standing behind him. It was only at this moment that Leman Russ really noticed the little guy hidden under his brother's incomparably dazzling figure.

[Morgan, my psychic consultant. 】

Johnson's brief introduction resounded in his ears, but Leman Russ didn't have the energy to listen. The moment he really saw Morgan, the strange feeling on her made the wolf with a keen sense of smell Wang felt something was wrong.

He glanced.

Take another look.

Then frowned.

On the other side, Jonson carefully observed the expression of Leman Russ: he looked at the expression of the Wolf King Fenris from the purest astonishment at the beginning to some kind of instinctive fear and hostility, but These narrow elements quickly disappeared in the next second, and turned into some kind of genuine thinking and observation, and then...

No then.

Things about Leman Russ always stop at thinking.

The wolf king of Fenris observed the [mortal] in amazement, and he instinctively felt that the silver-haired woman who smiled and saluted him was not simple: this was the purest instinct of a beast.

But when he thought about it, he found that he couldn't think of anything.

Anyway... something is wrong with this mortal.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Leman Russ finally came to this conclusion, so his gaze returned to Jonson as it should.

[… I thought it was enough to have one Magnus among my brothers, Jonson. 】

[Don't confuse me with him, Riemann, I just chose the fastest way to end the war. 】

The wolf king pouted.

[Morgan?Very well, I also heard this name on Ran Dan's front line, the name of the Soul Drinker, if I remember correctly, she is from the Thousand Sons Legion? 】

[Now, she is mine. 】

Facing Zhuang Sen's arrogant answer, Leman Russ just snorted softly. In an instant, a lot of confusion appeared in his heart. He wanted to ask Zhuang Sen to clarify, but he knew very well that he couldn't do it now. more important things.

As a result, the wolf king's hair was flaring, as if caught in some kind of anger.

[In other words, with the help of this psyker, you knew Duran's location early on—and then didn't tell me, even though my fleet was wandering outside for another month? 】

Zhuang Sen chuckled, now that he had the advantage, he could naturally face Leman Russ' deliberately provoked criticism with contempt.

[If you take the initiative to speak, my brother, then of course I will talk about everything, and now, this question has lost its meaning, Duran is at our feet, waiting for us to join hands to harvest the fruits of victory. 】

team up...

The word made Leman Russ frown.

[I took this mission, Jonson, and for several months, my sons spilled blood on countless galaxies and worlds for this mission. 】

Johnson just smiled.

【Did you think that during the month I took over the mission, my legion was on an outing?We are fighting too, Riemann, and we have our honor in this war. 】

The wolf king of Fenris grinds his teeth, the chilling voice overflows from his mouth, his eyes sweep over Jonson, and then he finds that there is a 100% problem with either his brother or the one next to his brother All mortals are not afraid of this inferior threat.

He lowered his voice, speaking word by word in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

[This is not about honor, Lion!You know what I mean, I have to cut off the head of that Duran tyrant with my own hands, that's the most important thing, as for those bullshit honors?fuck it. 】

Jonson didn't even take a step back. He raised his eyelids and looked directly at his brother, with a smile that made Leman Russ want to go crazy.

【You want to chop off his head?Oh, my brother, that is no difficulty. 】

[I have brought three knights, and you have brought two Dalian companies. We have enough power to completely wipe out this world, and all the fortresses and lines of defense on the ground have clearly appeared in my divination box at this time. I know Where is that Duran tyrant hiding now, and I also know how to get to his palace as quickly as possible. 】

[I have even designed a plan. I plan to let my sixth knight order resist the defense forces around the palace, let the second knight order cut off the supply of all planetary shields, and then I will personally lead the ninth knight order to pull out the palace. All the surrounding strongholds and reinforcements make this war a simple siege. Even if you don't come, I will cut off the tyrant's head within a week, or make all Duran people completely desperate. Take the initiative to offer him to me. 】

[But now, since you are here, and you bring your army that is useless except to rush forward, I don't mind changing my plan, for example, let my sons cut off the front of those Duran people, and You'll be able to lead a company, storm the palace, and I'm sure you'll kill everyone there, and claim victory. 】

[It's not snatched! 】

Leman Russ's muffled voice had now become a sort of gnashing of teeth.

[This was originally mine!I started this war, I was in charge of it from beginning to end, so it must be my sword that cut off the bastard's head too! 】

Zhuang Sen looked at Leman Ruth's distorted face, showing an expression of interest.

【If you are obsessed with these honors, please feel free. I don’t care about these. To me, the so-called Duran is no different from the countless worlds in this galaxy that are still resisting. They will just be wiped out sooner or later. There is no need to hate or bet more emotions on the rows of numbers that are removed. The only thing that really matters is the Great Crusade. 】

Leman Russ fell silent. He turned his head and looked at his brother carefully, as if trying to figure out how much sincerity there was in his words. In the end, the wolf king laughed.

This was indeed what Jonson had in mind.

So the Fenrisian confided softly.

[I don't care about them either, after all, to me, this is not a war. 】

[This is just a revenge. 】

【All I need is to set the world on fire. 】

【Yes, burning...】

It was Jonson's smile that made Ruth feel bad.

[But before that, did you forget something, Riemann? 】

Ruth's expression was a little stiff.

[Need I remind you?your oath?Or do I need to retell everything in front of everyone?I'd love to. 】

Jonson smiled, it was a kind of schadenfreude smile, his brows and eyes raised, facing Leman Russ's stiff, even purple face.

He felt a tinge of pleasure.

Leman Russ breathed heavily, his voice was like a dull storm from the god of thunder and lightning, his fingers subconsciously slid across the hilt of the saber, his eyes fixed on Jonson in front of him, and the Lion King Just looking at each other the same way.

For a moment, everything was so quiet.

Both the Dark Angel and the Space Wolves were taking deep breaths, and they were subconsciously stroking their weapons.

But after a few long seconds, the wolf king still lowered his head.

He growled, in a softer voice that everyone could hear.

[Listen up, Johnson, my brother! 】

[I'm sorry to have wronged you!So I came here to ask for your forgiveness! 】

Finally, Jonson laughed, and he offered his arm.

The brothers embraced tightly, and the moment their faces came close together, Leman Russ's altered words whispered in Jonson's ears.

【This is my oath, Johnson, to your knights. 】

[But you also remember!If you dare to open fire on my cubs again, there will only be one result between us! 】

Jonson smiled, as if he didn't care, but through his almost instinctive shaking of his shoulders, Leman Russ still knew clearly that he had successfully scared his brother.

It made him laugh, and the last gloom went away.

The Wolf King patted his brother on the shoulder again,

[Okay, now, let's discuss the next offense. Like I said, Johnson, I hope...]

And the lion of Caliban just waved his hand.

[I said, Riemann, I don't care. 】

[You can just be responsible for attacking the palace, and my men will defend outside for two hours. 】

This promise made Leman Ruth's smile a little more cordial, but he still couldn't help asking.

[Then... two hours later? 】

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[Then it's up to each other. 】

(End of this chapter)