Emperor's Bane

Chapter 63

kill.

Under the scarlet stars, Morgan repeated the gesture.

There was no difficulty for her, a part of her seemed made for this purpose.

The endless steel storm engulfed tens of thousands of wreckage and blades, and with the twirling of the fingertips of the ruthless, it ran rampant among the flesh and blood, killing all the skulls and blood in an instant, leaving only a piece of blood. A wasteland that is so dead silent that it makes people shudder.

And behind the invincible storm giant, there is an endless net of whispers and contemptuous laughter. Countless strongest and best Ran Dan warriors bow their heads in this invisible ridicule and bewitchment, The deadly gun was pointed at the comrades beside him.

Slaughter and massacre played on the same land, and the blasphemous blood of the aliens rushed for thousands of miles amidst the fierce wind and the sound of crazy fighting, cutting a flat road to hell among the continuous corpses, just like a long scarlet road , All the way to greet the footsteps of the conqueror.

And Hector was just walking, walking on this bloody road full of pungent smell.

As a squire, as a soldier, as...

mount?

He didn't want to think about it.

Until a certain moment, when Hector's footsteps finally reached the edge of the most spectacular fortress, he stopped involuntarily, and then knelt on the ground on one knee.

Then, there was a rustling sound from his back, followed by the clear sound of riding boots stepping on the pool of blood, and he felt the noble lady move her arms almost lazily, smoothing out the blood at will. The mountains of corpses that get in their way
At this moment, Hector hoped that he would be a hidden psyker.

He couldn't help raising his head.

Then I felt a suffocation.

It's just a thin figure, but it makes people feel that there is a towering god standing in it.

Or, maybe there is really some unimaginable monster standing behind her, so powerful, so eye-catching, even a person like him without the slightest [talent] can clearly perceive it.

Hector took a deep breath, smelling burning and coke.

He knew what it was.

Behind them is the kingdom of flames.

When Hector, or rather, when Morgan's footsteps leave each land, everything will burn, will be reduced to ashes, dust, A desolation where even the most seasoned warrior can't find the slightest clue.

They walked along the way, and the flames they ignited have already turned thousands of miles of land into hell. The fiery light can be seen clearly even in the void. In the fire of energy, it continuously twisted and shrank, and finally turned into a scorched black body with no intelligence value.

Hector's instinct was telling him that the silver-haired lady was hiding something, and she was hiding something majestically in front of him.

But soon, he lowered his head and didn't think about anything.

He knew that he might have to adapt to this state in the future.

【Get up. 】

[You don't have to be so cautious. 】

He heard laughter, which was a kind of laughter wrapped with a trace of warmth under the cold appearance, telling the heart that was not good at expressing under the indifferent appearance.

His blood told him so.

Hector stood up, he didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, just like a deaf-mute knight, quietly followed the silver-haired lady's footsteps.

He saw her waving her hand, and a soothing wind circulated in the air. It gently brushed over the seemingly indestructible permanent fortress. Pieces of high walls and fortresses were like sand under huge waves. Like a fortress, it collapsed to the ground one after another, broken stones and alien skulls rolled on the ground, grunting.

They passed through layers of collapsed walls, passed through the silent Ran Dan army, walked on the road paved with weapons and guns, walked through harvest traps full of forts and muzzles, and passed through the barracks. Advance safely in the city of blood and tears composed of warehouses, warehouses and squares, until those distorted towers and palaces gradually occupy Hector's vision.

Everything is so quiet.

Quiet enough to make him... afraid.

The Astartes were supposed to be unafraid.

Two silver shadows are reflected on the pure black walls, and the wind between these high forts is always extraordinarily shrill, with the sound of wailing and the coldness of the soul, like a herd of beasts being chewed wantonly by unimaginable monsters.

Hector's eyes moved to the silver figure that was a distance in front of him.

Perhaps an illusion: she seemed stronger, more suffocating and awe-inspiring, as if some switch was flipping uncontrollably.

But the next moment, that terrifying aura dissipated again, as if everything was just an illusion.

Hector felt a trance, and in this sudden trance, they had come to the seemingly endless staircase.

【...eating...】

He heard the low sigh.

[Maybe, I need a chef. 】

Hector subconsciously clenched the big sword in his hand, and then heard a laugh.

【No, not you...】

Morgan smiled, and a bright light slowly emerged from the staff in her hand. She raised it up to the sky and sent out a silent message.

【Let's go. 】

[Remember to be respectful to my entree. 】

"..."

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Don't think of anything, Hector.

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Morgan did not continue to step up the steps and walked into the hall occupied by the [Manipulator].

She turned around, returned to her son, and uttered a soft word, and a burst of silver light enveloped the two of them. When the light dissipated, they still appeared in the pool of blood. This is the gate of the fortress. Clearly seeing the remains of the fort that was wiped out at Morgan's whispers.

Hector's confusion was written on his face, but Morgan was not interested in answering. She still had one last step to go, which was the last etiquette before eating.

This etiquette stems from a very simple reality.

A [controllable alpha-level psyker].

An [Astartes Warrior].

Such a combination is obviously unable to break through Ran Dan's layers of battle formations all the way, and then destroy a fortress full of Ran Dan's fighters.

She needs a reason, a reason that makes her gluttonous feast reasonable and trivial.

It's not difficult.

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A psyker and an Astartes combined certainly couldn't wipe out an army of tens of thousands of aliens.

But what if it was the [manipulator] deity who controlled all the alien souls, theoretically dying, but no one knew what its real situation was?

When dying, no matter how absurd behavior can be understood and admitted, not to mention...

Ironclad evidence.

A malicious smile spread across Morgan's face.

She stretched out her palm, and tens of thousands of souls were wrapped in her fingertips. These mourning souls that had not yet been devoured were kneaded by her into a bullet that meant framing and falsehood, and shot at that Among the fortresses.

no doubt.

It hits.

Then Morgan turned his head away.

She has one last little matter to settle.

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[You seem to have something to ask me? 】

[My blood. 】

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Morgan turned around.

She stepped on the sea of ​​countless blood, and the scarlet spots were densely covered between the riding boots and the hem of her skirt, like a pale god standing in the field of corpses.

Her hair is bathed in the void of night, dotted with the brilliance of countless giant steel beasts fighting each other to death, presenting the most intense and craziest collision between light and darkness, this endless fighting is engraved on her body Between each strand of hair, there were colorless tears of blood on the bottom of the earlobe and hair tip.

In this way, she was bathed in the infinite light intertwined with scarlet and pitch black, igniting her blue blood.

She is so small.

But when Hector couldn't help kneeling down during her question.

She is naturally tall.

She is so tall.

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Admit it!
She admitted it!

She finally admitted it!
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At this moment, all thoughts disappeared.

Hector knelt on the ground, kneeling involuntarily. He lowered his head, and the only remaining reason prevented him from putting down the sword in his hand.

He fell to his knees in a pool of blood.

What did he want to ask.

He wants to ask too much.

He didn't know what to ask.

He could only breathe deeply, feeling the respect and surrender from the heart.

He loves it.

He is suppressing himself, he has been suppressing with silence and doubt, and suppressing with the last trace of disbelief, but now, all of this is meaningless.

He lowered his head over the blade, in the most obvious gesture of submission.

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A genetic mother?
Maybe it couldn't be any worse.

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Morgan waited.

Wait patiently.

Until the heavy breathing finally ended, until he finally raised his head.

From this point of view, her heir was even somewhat handsome.

She lowered her eyes, waiting for the question.

"The legion is broken, like scattered stars in the world."

"We need you... Mother..."

He wanted to say something more, but Morgan held out a finger and silenced everything.

[Like a star. 】

【You and I are both stars, aren’t we? It’s just that I am a star, which is even more dazzling, while my descendants are like planets and meteors, seemingly dim, but in reality, they are still stars, indestructible and invincible. 】

"Can……"

[The division of the legion is due to the scarcity of soldiers, so that there is nowhere to find new blood? 】

"……no."

[Is it because of the weakening of strength, the exhaustion of Mr. Bing, and the inability to win more victories? 】

"……no."

[Is it because they are divided, they hold their own opinions, they fight openly and secretly, and the dragons have no leader? 】

Hector breathed, he didn't know how to answer.

Morgan bent down, whispering as the most sincere persuasion and reminder.

[Look, that's it. 】

【What do you expect me to do?Unite?Regulation?Or just say it? 】

[I will never do that, I will never force any of my heirs. 】

【You and I are both stars. 】

Morgan laughed again.

【Of course, this doesn't mean that I can't wait and hope. 】

[I am looking forward to a heir, a star who can burn himself. When I am dragged to the farthest place by those unspeakable fetters and tasks, I hope my heir will not wait in place, at a loss. 】

[There must always be someone who takes responsibility, and someone who can respond to my expectations. 】

[Now, do you know why, only you still have all the memories, Hector? 】

She listened to the gradual heavy breathing, and even the darkest heart laughed.

[Remember, Hector. 】

[My child, my star. 】

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【I choose you. 】

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The steel boots stepped on the ground and came into the hall.

"My lord."

The dark angel shrouded in black robe lowered his head, surrendering to the giant in the center of the hall.

"We have received a psychic message from Randan's battle moon, and it has been confirmed that it was sent by the mortal senior advisor of the No.15 Legion Task Force. She is an alpha-level psychic, Letter of assurance from Lord Magnus."

【what did she say? 】

The voice was deep, containing some kind of savage power in the deep forest.

"A position, and..."

"Warmaster, here."

The breathing was heavy.

In the next instant, the Dark Angel felt a certain breath of war rushing towards his face.

[Nemir. 】

"My lord."

[Convene five hundred people. 】

(End of this chapter)