Emperor's Bane

Chapter 25 Burning
Macragge was burning.

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This beautiful and prosperous world was once one of the greatest jewels of the empire of man, only barely concealed by the light of the holy Terra and Mars, its barbaric climate, its vast ocean, its tall and winding The Kyoho Mountains all speak of the vitality of this great world.

As the hometown of an emperor's heir, Macragge's originally slightly barren and harsh environment has long been different under Robert Guilliman's decades of meticulous governance. The snow-white city, gardens and squares are now All over the former wasteland, fit young people and calm old people hold their heads high, stretching their pride as the happiest citizens of the empire.

This world is so beautiful, so prosperous, so happy, so proud, so people feel unreal, jealous and even angry.

Therefore, when the flames of war ignited in the galaxy, there was naturally no reason to spare any of Macragge's people.

Thousands of meteors fell from the sky, and behind them was the sky distorted by high temperature and extreme speed. When they crashed to the ground, what came out of it were black, dark blue, bright copper and carrying Other more sinister angels of death.

Macragge began to burn.

Screams and death are now rampant on the peaceful streets of the past. Tens of thousands of iron hooves have brought the boundless malice of the traitors. They drive away the howling mortals. Desperate calls for help can draw out the beleaguered Sons of Guilliman, allowing the battle to take place in an even empty slaughterhouse.

The fighting of the Astartes is like the sparks splashed by a sledgehammer, burning in every corner of the world, from the Hera Fortress to the main city of Macragge, from the cold steel mountain peak to the fortresses at the two poles, everywhere. Roaring, bleeding everywhere, powerful fighters armed with strengthened tendons and bones and brainwashed fearless will are thrown at random like the cheapest coins. Control cannot be shaken any deeper.

Looking around, I saw the panicked crowd running wildly on the street. Most of them were children, or young mothers with children in their arms. Only a few strong young people were holding guns and running behind the team.

Mother ran staggeringly on the street, and her skin was scratched by twisted steel bars and broken glass, leaving bits and pieces of blood on the ground. Maybe it was because of the severe blood loss, or maybe it was just pure exhaustion. She didn't know Unknowingly, she deviated from the team. When a group of Ultramarines passed by in front of the crowd, she dodged with great difficulty and turned into another street alone.

Before taking two steps, she was forced to fall into the alley next to her, because a few dark red and bright copper figures suddenly appeared on the other side of the street. Those were Word Bearers, and they were obviously not horses. Defenders of Kurag.

The crackling sound of the Astartes confrontation came from behind, and the mother naturally didn't dare to stay for long, she just hugged her child tightly, groping forward in the dark alley full of gravel and debris, praying to the left and right. The rickety tall buildings can hold on for a while longer.

But no one heard her prayers, and the remnant block with three layers of concrete happened to fall, casting a shadow, a shadow enough to hide anyone, a shadow enough to snuff out any hope.

Huge chunks of concrete and steel bars crashed down, crushing the mother and her child tightly. At first, there were struggles and crying, but soon, there was only the gurgling blood flowing into a stream. .

The blood flow moistened the dark land, polluted the masonry and vegetation, until it stopped in front of the black boots and piled up into a entrenched small lake.

Morgan raised her foot and stepped across the fishy lake. Her gaze stayed on the hideous tomb for a moment, and then she returned to the sound of fighting again.

Her figure shuttled among the ruins, and she walked to the center of one battlefield after another, as if no one had noticed.

The sons of Guilliman are defending their homeland with the most fanatical attitude. Morgan can see the battle taking place in the square and next to the small fountain. It is the battle between the Ultramarines and the Word Bearers. The Red Armors used the most subtle means to release malice. Judging from the numbers, this seemed to be an overwhelming battle situation, but the Word Bearers were just the most ordinary team, and the leader of the Ultramarines was a carved helmet Samurai of Armor: A victorious warrior strong enough to serve as a Primarch's bodyguard, he single-handedly held off three opponents and quickly killed one of them.

But the course of the battle is far more complicated than imagined, because more shadows can be attracted by the sound of fighting here: at least twenty children of midnight came in raptor equipment, their claws were fierce and ruthless, and the reinforcements of the Ultramarines There is also a steady stream of emerging from the gap.

Soon after, Morgan could even see those warriors in black armor, blue armor, and even dark green armor joining the battle. They fought side by side, fought against each other, and even fought alone, and soon fell into a battle with almost no friendly troops. in the great melee.

Every fighter can only trust the same color, and just a little difference urges them to tear themselves and their opponents with a meat grinder.

And when they were about to die, a silver figure who was slightly shorter than them stood in the very center of the battlefield. In her eyes, there was only endless numbness and silence, which was the natural color of her pupils.

About half an hour later, only the panting Chang Shengjun stood with his sword, and everyone had fallen down.

Guilliman's heir seemed to be hesitating, but at this moment, a strange green light struck from behind, followed by a violent storm composed of countless dark green energy pillars, drowning him in the blink of an eye.

Morgan looked at this scene indifferently: the warrior's head was being corroded by some kind of energy, she turned her head, only to see a group of Astartes arriving late in the mist, their armors made it impossible to see clearly, But they are holding weird weapons and long swords, all of which exude a kind of faint green light that does not belong to human weapons.

In the mist, there was an exceptionally tall figure, he was at least a quarter taller than his comrades in arms, holding a very weird big sword.

The treasury in his mind quickly told Morgan the name of the green weapon.

It was a phase sword.

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That's it.

Like an unfinished movie, this vivid and vivid drama came to an abrupt end at the most seductive moment, and Morgan could hear some distant and sharp laughter, accompanied by this laughter With a sound, the entire [Macragge] turned into fly ash almost instantly.

And Morgan remained calm, because this was not the first time, she indifferently witnessed the darkness and dead silence in front of her, this is the original face of the subspace.

She had been sucked into this place since the explosion, and these real and vivid scenes of destruction kept appearing before her eyes.

She saw burning in the void, the entire fleet of the Legion Astartes ripped apart and wiped out between stars and planets, she saw the victor and the murderer in horror: strange warships passing through the wreckage , the coat of arms with swords and wings painted on it, and the warrior in black armor walking on it.

She saw the death of the Primarch, it was the scream of a stalwart giant, he did not die in battle, but died under the cry of his brother, Morgan tried hard to recall more details, but she actually did He forgot the appearance of the deceased and the murderer, and could only hear the sneering sneer in the empty memory.

She saw the whispered emperor, the second emperor, a tragedy of being used and coaxed, he was transformed from a warmaster and a loyal subject, destined to stir up trouble because of his erupting ambition, unreconciled anger and deep love for his heirs A war enough to make the gods cry, his claws pointed at the stars, and the galaxy began to burn.

She saw: betrayal, abandonment, assassination, rage, trust being spurned, innocence being betrayed, a spark ignited by the most stupid and best mortal, and the entire Holy Terra began to burn.

It was just a bullet, but it killed a generation.

But these are not important, to her, they are not important.

She doesn't care if Macragge is burning, she doesn't care which legion will disappear silently in the void, she can't understand the sadness and anger when these things happen, and she doesn't want to understand, she widens her eyes Eyes, concentrated their energy, eager to find their own traces in these illusory fragments, so as to confirm some inferences in their hearts.

And finally, she found it.

It was a trace that could not be seen clearly at a glance. She saw some kind of pushing and seduction that touched the development of the tragedy. Behind all the flames of war and death lay a silver soul that walked quietly: more stable, more complete, more Hair like a true free soul.

The sharp laughter sounded again, this time, it was extraordinarily close.

Along with this laughter, Morgan felt the approach of some kind of passage, as long as she moved a little further, she would reach an important place.

Her head slowly lifted, and then...

She hesitated.

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When Morgan walked into the new world with slow and steady steps, she had already had a lot of scars on her body. Her robe was tattered, as if she had just survived a storm, and her hair was tied up. It was also completely blown away, and the silver hair was scattered on the shoulders.

She raised her head, with a tired expression on her face, and the unhappiness brought about by extreme consumption in her eyes, even her soul seemed too weak.

It was in this attire that she appeared to her prey.

And that huge, stupid, and valuable prey was standing in front of her. He was watching left and right, calling his son constantly, and occasionally calling Morgan's name. Waves like waves.

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what……

Magnus.

(End of this chapter)