Emperor's Bane

Chapter 100 Duran's Farce ([-])

The conversation between the two legion masters lasted about 10 minutes.

And after that, there was an orbital bombardment lasting three tera standard hours.

[Indomitable Truth], [Sword of Numark], and even the initially restored [Ned Hoag] and [Esrumnir], all imperial ships joined in this terrifying battle. During the bombing, the huge fortresses on the surface of Duran were named one by one, and the army camps and trench networks distributed among the fortress groups were constantly collapsing and disintegrating in the torrential rain composed of steel and flames. It fell on them, over and over again.

Until a certain moment, the fleets of the two legions stopped the bombing tacitly. Immediately afterwards, the invisible rays of the sensor swept over half of Duran's surface, and hundreds of shining lights instantly appeared on the electronic projection connected to it. Red dots: Each one represents a weak point where a forced landing is possible.

The next moment, the lights marking the start of the battle sounded on every battleship, and their constantly flickering lights reflected on the walls of the corridor, reflecting tall shadows one after another: thousands of dark angels and The Space Wolves were swarming into the drop pods, and these killing cages would rain down on Duran a rainstorm of retribution and death in the next TST.

With the arrival of the last soldier, the order was transmitted, the gears roared, and hundreds of death iron coffins flew out from the mouth of the huge void behemoth. Their targets were directed at the crimson planet under their feet, which was unstoppable.

When Duran's warriors look up at this time, they will find the angel of death coming.

The space of this world has turned into a kind of dim crimson, which is the result of the long-term industrial pollution and the orbital bombing just now. In this barren sky, the light of the stars has become extremely weak. Only the fragmented clouds still hang in the sky, like sand dunes ravaged by strong winds.

And in the penetration of layers of thickening things, the crimson and orange meteors came from the void, bringing the gospel of destruction and killing. They were in groups, like an angry god opening He opened the gates of heaven, and from the peaks of Olympia summoned the world-destroying meteor.

There are hundreds of giant steel rocks engulfing the angel of death. After tearing through layers of cloud walls and atmosphere, they have turned into groups of blazing and trembling pure white fireballs. It turned into wisps of swift and indistinct meteors, igniting the entire sky.

These killing cages belong to two legions, and it is very simple to recognize them: those airdrop pods belonging to the Dark Angels are quiet and heavy, as if they are equipped with ruthless machines, and those It was constantly shaking, and occasionally I could hear the howling of various beasts and the rhythm formed by beating on the wall...

But in any case, when these cages hit the ground, they are just as deadly.

Accompanied by the sound of collisions that shook the world, the wolves and knights rushed out of the dust in the sky. The bolt guns and long swords in their hands easily tore apart the first batch of resisters, and separated the land of Duran. A small landing field.

Thousands of Duran soldiers were killed within 1 minute after the airdrop pod landed. Their blood soaked the first batch of lost ground, and the gradually cold corpses were lit by various explosions and flares. The lights shone with a disgusting color, and when the thoughts of these dead finally stopped, a more powerful behemoth began to walk on the battlefield: tanks, artillery and storm birds, the empire used heavy The transport ship transported them to the surface of Duran, waving blow after blow on the resister's line of defense.

And the counterattacks of the Durans were also unrelenting: the phalanxes composed of tens of thousands of elite soldiers, with red faces, launched continuous counterattacks against the Astartes' control area amidst the sky-shattering slogans. Charge, behind them, all kinds of mobile artillery were dragged out of the bunker, doing their best to provide their own strength, and farther away, the unique land armor of the Durans came out from the shadow of the fortress, Killing and wounding the imperial army at an extremely long distance.

This world is doing its best, doing everything, and sparing no effort to protect the most precious inheritance they have obtained from the era of conflict: freedom and independence.

But in front of the empire's next hole card, the determination and belief of the Duran people are so pale.

Another airdrop pod landed, but this one was extraordinarily huge and eye-catching. At the moment it landed, at least thousands of guns were aimed at it.

The hatch opened, guns fired, and an invisible barrier lay between the two, blocking the steel barrage.

And at the moment when the firepower coverage was slightly exhausted, the cold and ruthless Caliban Lion rushed out from the shield, and he walked on the battlefield like a pure black ghost, no matter how sharp the eagle eyes were, he could not Catching his shadow, a few flukes of shrapnel hit his armor, only to leave fleeting sparks behind.

He rushed to the most dangerous places: the permanent fortresses waiting for battle, the trenches filled with soldiers and bombs, and those no-man's lands completely sealed off by heavy weapons. Strolling in the further place, harvesting the fortresses of the most core defenders, the most sophisticated heavy weapons and artillery of the Durans killed at least one squad of Dark Angels in less than 10 minutes, but in Zhuang In front of Sen's sword, they were as fragile as ice balls under the scorching sun.

Zhuang Sen walked on the battlefield and in the shadows, without any hesitation in his movements, without a moment of pity in his heart, his pure black armor was almost perfectly blended into the blood and death, only that The pair of emerald green pupils became the sad phantoms of thousands of Duran people before they died. The big sword in his hand was constantly waving, releasing flames, air waves and dark green whirlwinds, smashing every obstacle in the way. The fortress was reduced to ashes.

He walked under the pure black scorching sun, and behind him was the scarlet meteor shower across the sky, the dark angels' rapid assaults again and again, and the despair, screams and fear that no one could stop.

The crash started.

Not all Duran people are as brave as they imagined, especially when they witnessed the great deeds that are absolutely impossible for human beings, despair and fear swallowed the hearts of those temporary soldiers in an instant , the rout begins, and soon becomes unstoppable.

Thousands of Duran's warriors abandoned their positions, and many more fell to the dark angels' blasters and plasma: after the Primarch himself tore apart the most core resistance, the Legion's After the heavy weapons and fire support gradually arrived, the undefeated First Army finally returned to its original form.

The swords of the Dark Angels drove straight in, and it took them only four or ten minutes to complete the scheduled plan. The second and sixth knights began to expand their positions, preparing more strategic space for the next defensive battle, cover There are thousands of warriors under the command of the two knight commanders, Earl and Morin, and they will have to face at least hundreds of millions of enemy troops in the next time. This is not an easy task, because despair and defeat may It will aggravate the madness of the Durans, not to mention that they can pose a fundamental threat to the Astartes.

As the temporary victor, Johnson is now witnessing the last target in front of him: a fortress that is larger than any previous stronghold, its layers of high walls are like mountains and mountains, thousands of The cannons and firing holes are interspersed, and the red and black dragon banner of Tyrant Duran is hanging in the center of this difficult place, hunting.

It looks so great, strong, and invincible.

But at this moment, it was howling.

The soldiers of the Ninth Knights are flocking to this final goal overwhelmingly. Under their iron hooves, even Duran's sky is trembling and crying.

Zhuang Sen closed his eyes, feeling this moment carefully, feeling the breath of blood and ashes filling his lungs, feeling the disintegration of cities of steel under artillery fire and battle cries, feeling tens of millions of people The roars, cursing, orders, begging and crying of the endless sky are constantly intertwined, playing the beginning of a killing, the climax of a war, and the end of an empire.

He was mesmerized.

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[Yes, Johnson, it's me. 】

[It's over here for me, they are weaker than I thought, and the Durans have no way to fight against psychic power. 】

【Okay, I know, I'll go back to you right away, there's no need for you to be so unconfident about your heir. 】

【Speaking of heirs, do you remember what I said to you, the one we discussed before the airdrop. 】

[Yes, not all the battleships of the Durans were destroyed. At least one of the battleships that fought against the Space Wolves took the opportunity to escape. I noticed it at that time. There were still some Durans on that battleship, as well as a ...a creature with a very strange breath. 】

【He looks a bit like a Space Wolf, but he's not exactly the same. I can smell the rage and fury of a pure beast from that aura...】

[Okay, I know, Johnson. 】

[War is the point. 】

【I will find you right away. 】

【see you later. 】

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Osowitz could feel his left leg break.

He was breathing with some difficulty, and from between those broken teeth flowed out a sizzling blood, staining his gray beard red.

The re-enlisted Duran veteran could feel that he was being pressed under something. He tried his best to calm himself down and recalled the scene before he fainted: those extremely tall black devils broke through the fortress he was stationing, Slaughtering his comrades, blood and brains splattered on the cold gray walls, and the dead corpses formed hillocks on the floor. He still remembered that he was knocked down by a shrapnel and was buried alive in the pile of corpses .

His legs were bleeding, profusely.

He could feel: his left leg was broken, and his right leg was completely pierced by a steel bar. It seemed that two bullets had hit his stomach, messing up his intestines and stomach. He didn't know it was from friendly soldiers The accidental injury was still the masterpiece of those so-called [Astartes warriors].

those intruders...

He cursed in his heart, he knew that he could only do this, decades of military career had told him the current situation: one of his arms and one leg had been blown off, and the organs in his stomach were blown away. He was also muddied, almost all his teeth were lost, his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't even speak.

He won't live long.

He is going to die.

dead……

He thought of the word, but was not afraid.

When his eldest son and second son died on the outermost border of Duran, at the hands of those so-called space wolves, when his other two sons died in a naval battle a month ago, When his last son died right in front of his eyes, his head was directly pierced by scattered shrapnel, his limp body fell directly into his arms, and blood and brains flowed out from his fingers...

He was no longer afraid of death.

Feeling the passing of life, Osowitz decided to do something more. He raised his head, stretched out his only remaining hand, grabbed the dirt in front of him with difficulty, and pulled it on the ground little by little. with his own body.

He pushed aside the corpses and saw the situation outside: the battle was over, there was no doubt that the most terrifying black devils had won their victory, most of them had already left, only a few remained The battlefield was busy just now, and the veterans could tell that they seemed to be planting booby traps and other things.

He doesn't care.

He looked to the other side and caught the unpressed starter in an officer's hand. He recognized it. As long as he pressed that button, the explosives buried in the ground would completely blow up the place. These explosives were theirs. They had planted it with their own hands back then, and they had to make all preparations in the face of these most terrifying opponents.

Now... if he can activate it...

He stretched out his only hand, and firmly grasped the soil in front of him. Those sharp stones and iron filings cut his fingers mercilessly, but compared to the unbearable pain on his body, it was nothing. It is gentle.

He slowly pulled his body, and carefully hid behind the pile of burning corpses, avoiding the sight and footsteps of those dark angels. Fortunately, they had no interest in these burning corpses and were all focused on them On the work in hand.

near...

close again...

Almost!
soon...

[What are you doing, old sir? 】

A chuckle came, and the cold blade lazily pressed against his neck.

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Morgan watched the dying man at his feet with interest.

Originally, she was just searching for any lost souls before leaving. Although she could not eat most human souls, this did not prevent her from collecting them.

Then, she discovered such a figure who was slowly advancing among the corpses.

She looked at him, then at his target, and a kind of boring and evil taste surged in her heart: if you give a dying soul with empty hope, will his soul change in some way?

【You don't need to struggle like this, old sir. 】

Through inner sensing, her voice can directly echo in the old man's mind.

【Look at you, you are so old and seriously injured, but they still recruited you here. Such a country is not worth paying for at all. 】

[Surrender, you can choose the real path, the empire will rule the world, obedience will bring benefits, but resistance will not. 】

She chuckled and pointed her finger, and countless phantoms circulated in the dying man's mind: wealth, power, a body restored to youth, the former superior fell down at his feet like a servant, those who died The descendants of God were revived again under the mighty force, and surrounded his knees.

It's not difficult at all, she knows what the most ordinary characters want, and in her visions and words, she has seduced some of the most powerful beings in the galaxy, not to mention this tiny mortal in front of her.

Morgan felt the shaking of that old soul, and she chuckled, ready to observe its changes.

But a second passed, and then a second, and a third...

It doesn't change anything.

And until this moment, that old, weak soul, which Morgan didn't even look at, was speaking in the most resolute tone.

[With your promise, get out!devil! 】

[I don't know about power, honor, and eternal youth. I'm a brute. Everything about me is on fire. 】

[No matter what reason you have, I will never forgive you! 】

【You think you are great?Do you think you are noble? 】

【You are a vicious devil!Your words are nothing but falsehood and deceit! 】

【You yourself don't even believe it! 】

His soul was roaring, roaring, and that old body was roaring as well. His palms had been ground to blood by stones and iron filings, but he still firmly grasped every piece of soil, holding onto every piece of soil with difficulty and firmness. moving forward.

He was breathing.

He struggled.

What did he feel.

He felt the sound of the wind.

What a cold wind.

His brain thought it belatedly, and then he felt that his neck seemed to be hurting, and he realized that everything in front of him seemed to be spinning, and he felt that his head seemed to be hitting a rock.

He saw those black devils, they seemed to have noticed this side, he saw the black armor, and the long knife with blood on it, as if it was his blood.

...that's it.

His heart was sighing, belated pain was coming from every part of his neck, and he saw his own body, headless body, bleeding.

pity.

He was almost there.

He thought so, and then closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)