Emperor's Bane

Chapter 14 Dawn Redemption ([-])

"It's falling! It's going to fall!"

Neither the roar from above nor the shrieking screams of the heirs beside him attracted Perturabo's attention.

The death of a steel behemoth is destined not to be a silent whimper. The wail of [Steadfast Light] resounded from the running of countless people, and echoed for a long time in the already ruined steel jungle. Whether it is the attacker or the defender, All of them stopped in unison, and they raised their heads high, witnessing the destruction in front of them in awe.

Like the roar of the deepest part of purgatory, the sounds of explosions and steel friction constantly tormented the Primarch's ears, but Perturabo did not waver in the slightest. He held his hammer tightly and single-handedly guarded the innermost core. On the city boulevard, there were piles of destroyed tanks and armored vehicles in front of him. They were connected together, looking from a distance like a Great Wall lit up with smoke.

Perturabo was panting, and just as he was taking time to adjust his breathing, the steel ruins in front of him could not help but rumble. He looked up, only to see an Executioner tank crushing his dead colleagues, the hideous cannon The mouth was painted blood red, and it looked for its prey with a pitch-black vision.

The Primarch laughed. He stood his hammer on the ground, lowered his head, and faced the fierce provocateur silently.

The scene became awkward for a while, the Primarch several meters tall stood opposite to the larger war engine, and beside them was a mountain of corpses consisting of at least one armored regiment and three infantry brigades.

Perturabo's will was connected to every corner of his body through countless thought cables, and along with his thoughts, countless fist-sized cannonballs were sequentially arranged from the storage area of ​​the back armor, waiting for the right time.

The Primarch gave orders in a low voice, his voice was fed into the troop network from the thought cable, receiving and processing the constant stream of messages, Perturabo naturally bypassed his senior officers and advisors, Directly commanding every team guarding the key points, and even personally controlling the anti-aircraft artillery positions behind him, he compiled an air defense firepower network that was finally justified in his opinion.

Finally, the executioner acted.

Perturabo's silence for a few seconds was regarded as a mockery of disdain. The Primarch could even hear the hoarse scream of the tank behind the thick frontal armor. Launched the deadly Grim Reaper.

The Iron Lord raised his hammer, an indestructible piece of steel encased in lightning and energy, and he swung it with a roar, tearing a whirlwind through the air.

"boom!"

The cannonball was hit, and the tyrannical strength and exquisite skill of the Primarch forcibly changed the trajectory of the God of Death. The ruins, completely blowing up the last remains of the once tall building into fly ash.

Afterwards, Perturabo moved his shoulders, and with his movements, the spider-like mechanical arms and steel prosthetics stretched out in all directions, revealing the rows of ruthless destroyers below.

With a touch of the Primarch's fingertips, dozens of missiles and more energy beams whizzed out, drowning the bewildered challenger in front of him in the blink of an eye. This is the last flame wave in this torrent of steel .

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"I'm waiting for my gauss cannon and hive missiles to refill."

"What are you waiting for?"

The chuckle of the Primarch echoed in mid-air, and then, as if he had detected something, he frowned, raised his head, and looked towards the high sky in the center of Carena.

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The Behemoth is dead.

The situation of [Steadfast Light] has entered the worst situation: this magnificent ancient ship has tilted in the sky, and its bow and right-wing bridge are hanging down at a shocking angle , as if it would hit the ground directly in the next second.

Magnus narrowed his eyes, he could already hear the violent cracking sound from the central area of ​​the giant ship, he could already see large pieces of debris falling from every corner of the hull from time to time, he could already predict that when this When the first giant steel beast falls completely, its dying struggle will cause a terrible killing.

The Iron Warrior on the side carefully reminded the Primarch.

"My lord, [Steadfast Light] is not in the best condition now, our repair work is only less than 60%, its power cabin and floating device can be used, but there are a lot of tears in the hull The gap has not been fully repaired in time..."

"In other words, it may disintegrate directly in mid-air at any time?"

Magnus interrupted the report of the son of Perturabo. His red face has now added a little haze, but the gene primordial sign knows that he cannot blame anyone. In the situation just now, it is better to let the ship take off to avoid danger. The safest way.

"It is indeed possible to disintegrate, but it is more likely that the power core area is separated from the main part, causing the entire ship to lose its power source and fall directly."

Magnus raised his head and was silent for two seconds. Then, his one eye began to shine. It was the light that would go wrong when dark blue and red clashed.

"Ariman, assist me."

He summoned his heir in a low voice.

"Morgan, you are in charge of cleaning up the pests around."

The silver-haired magistrate nodded, and the Primarch felt a force gathering in the mortal that he could take seriously.

"Phosis, Amon, Enan, Barek..."

He whispered every name until every son of Prospero in the city of Carena answered their father's call, and it didn't take long, perhaps a second in the eyes of mortals.

"I need your strength."

With that, Magnus stretched out his arms, and the invisible giant stood behind him.

Ahriman raised his head, his pupils were already occupied by light blue psionic flames, like a flame spirit coming out of a myth.

The company commander of the Thousand Sons squeezed every ounce of psionic energy in his body as much as possible, and then poured it all into the invisible giant constructed by his genetic father without hesitation. He knew that now Magnus only needs to If he made a mistake, he would be torn to pieces by the huge psychic backlash, but he believed in his father from the bottom of his heart.

From the time of Prospero's catastrophe, he has been like this, like every thousand sons.

Out of the corner of Ahriman's eye, he could see a blue and purple light glowing beside Morgan, and he could see Forsyth also raising his arms, waving all his psychic powers, and those he could name He could see every Thousand Sons approaching here was rushing to join their ranks, and those who were out of his sight, Ahriman also quickly disappeared behind the invisible giant. feel their surging power.

"Okay."

Finally, Magnus moved.

With the Primarch's fingers spread out, the thousand-foot-tall void giant strode forward, every inch of it truly discernible only by the most powerful psykers in the ocean of the third eye.

Magnus' hands began to twist, and the giant composed of pure spiritual energy and will also stretched out its arms, preparing to turn this destructive fall into an acceptable forced landing.

Ahriman gritted his teeth, and he closed his eyes tightly, sweat dripping down his forehead in an instant.

There was a purple gleam in the corner of Morgan's eyes, and her consciousness drifted through thousands of souls. She picked out those individuals that exuded strangeness, and crushed their lives almost indiscriminately.

Perturabo looked at the giant ship that was falling at an extremely fast speed. No one knew what he was thinking behind his steel face. After a while, the Iron Lord turned around and gave everything and his trust to his brother .

"Stay at your posts, Iron Warriors, the battle is not over."

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In the eyes of thousands of people, in the prayers of mothers, and in the crying of children, the giant beast and the giant finally collided together. This was a war between the will of the Primarch and the mighty force of nature.

Mortals cannot witness it. The panicked refugees only saw that the giant steel beast that was supposed to fall stopped in mid-air, and the violent sound of piercing the air burst out from its belly in all directions, smashing countless People's eardrums can't stop the thunderous cheers.

But by the time the cheers of mortals reached the tower where the Primarch was, there was not much left, only the low and quick incantations and the crackling sound of everyone's sweat falling on the ground.

Despite the help of hundreds of thousands of sons, Magnus still bears great pressure. The veins as thick as a mortal's finger are now all over the forehead of the Primarch. Under Morgan's gaze, Magnus's The double pupils were exuding desperate madness.

No one can comment on Magnus, because no one can truly understand the pressure he is under now, even if all the thousand sons combined are not as strong as one-thousandth of the primarch.

The size of the [Steadfast Light] is comparable to the standard battleships of the human empire navy, not to mention that almost every piece of its material contains anti-psychic elements. Magnus only felt as if he was lifting a battleship himself. , his brain has exploded completely, countless memories, thoughts and fragments of psionic energy are twisting in his boiling mind.

"Do not……"

The Primarch moaned uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably from his fingertips to his ankles, and Magnus could only feel the mighty forces of the warp rejoicing at this mad confrontation, one after the other Flocked to him and his offspring, aiding in this miracle, and involuntarily destroying it.

"...Damn..."

Countless forces were rampaging in his brain, he could vaguely hear everyone cheering, but his mind could no longer comprehend them, Magnus could feel the saliva flowing from his teeth, his feet were Hitting deep into the soil with invisible resistance, his muscles, his brain, his tendons, and his teeth were all crackling, and they were all making tormented moans.

He saw it was raining before him, and then he realized it was his own sweat.

He felt himself wailing, and then he realized it wasn't his own voice—it was his children.

"……Do not!"

Magnus' soul roared, but the bloody prophecy had blossomed out on its own.

He saw what was coming, he saw that in his terrible confrontation with gravity, he would win one of the worst victories.

Accompanied by the successful landing of the giant steel beast, the countless concentrated psionic energy will instantly backfire, and these unstoppable forces will in turn tear apart every Thousand Sons.

He'll be stained with blood, covered in blood... the blood of his sons.

The Crimson King... that's what people would call him.

"No!"

Magnus wailed, but he couldn't stop all this, because the [Steadfast Light] was getting closer to the surface than ever before, and he could even hear the cheers of the Iron Warriors beside him witnessing the miracle, and he could even realize that The psychic giant was raising its fists, aiming at each of his unsuspecting offspring.

At this moment of despair, he heard a voice.

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[Do you need help, Your Excellency Magnus? 】

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Ahriman sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

He swore he hadn't been this crazy in a long time.

It wasn't until this time that the belated pain began to spread to his whole body, which was the inevitable result of the extreme pressure on himself. Ahriman raised his hand with difficulty, but he no longer had the right strength to heal himself.

He felt like a mortal at this moment, a mortal who was about to die of old age. The commander of the Thousand Sons raised his head and looked around, only to find that everyone in his field of vision was like this now, including Morgan.

Even she looks the most miserable.

Then, Ahriman felt the most powerful and familiar psychic energy engulfing himself, as well as everyone present. It was the healing power from his genetic father, Magnus. Seconds later, Ahriman felt that he could throw himself into a battle or the most difficult task again.

The Primarch walked among his heirs and subordinates, and he watched with satisfaction that they quickly regained their vitality. Ahriman raised his head and looked towards the center of Carena City: [Steadfast Light] has landed safely, boarding Thousands of people are leaving it like a colony of ants.

"You have performed a miracle, father!"

"It was us, we created it together."

Magnus answered his children with a smile, and then he walked to the side of the only one who hadn't recovered yet.

The Primarch bent down and carefully helped Morgan up himself.

"I need to thank you in particular, Morgan, for everything you have done for me and my son."

[Cough... It's my job, Your Excellency. 】

The silver-haired female officer seemed to be reluctant to answer, she kept coughing, spitting out a little blood from time to time.

"No, it's more important than that. You can't imagine how timely your help was."

Faced with Magnus' praise, Morgan seemed to want to answer, but she quickly bent down and coughed in despair. Even though she had covered her mouth, Ahriman could still see the unstoppable blood coming from the It flowed continuously between her fingers, and dripped on the snow-white windbreaker, like broken red plum blossoms.

Magnus' face turned serious.

"Well, it seems that the situation is worse than I imagined, but you don't have to worry, I will personally take care of your treatment until the last step, Ms. Morgan."

[I feel that this is a rift in the soul, sir, and it may be difficult. 】

"of course."

Magnus laughed, it was a smile of absolute confidence that would only appear after a miracle had been created.

"But the Warp is a treasure trove of omnipotence."

"And I am the one who holds the key."

"After the things here are over, I will take you and the most seriously injured of my heirs into the subspace again to find a way to treat your injuries."

"Trust me, leave it to me, I'm Magnus, and I'll never let things go wrong."

(End of this chapter)