Emperor's Bane

Chapter 73 Training
lion.

knight.

Butcher.

attendant.

dagger.

big sword.

forest.

forge.

When Leon-Jonson walked slowly, dragging his great sword, countless words burst out in an instant along with his steps, like a tyrannical giant wave hitting a fragile cliff, rushing in Morgan's mind.

It is an instinctive, uncontrollable judgment, the silent scream of every sense in the body in the face of danger.

Danger.

A more terrifying danger than Magnus, than Perturabo, than anyone she had ever faced.

Through the gap in the helmet, she could see Jonson's half-closed eyes, like a lion roaming freely in the afternoon sun, his emerald green pupils moved freely, and shot dangerous shots. light.

Morgan reacted almost instinctively.

She stretched out a hand and poured out a few notes, and a violent hurricane whizzed out from her fingertips, devouring the temperature and air in the huge venue in the blink of an eye, turning into a wave that could destroy the mountains, making this already reflected The space enhanced by the psionic device exploded with an overwhelmed sound.

Jonson raised his eyelids, watching the storm that could tear away armor and skin. His frozen face didn't change a single bit because of this ferocious wave. The Primarch of the First Legion just flipped his wrist and grabbed His big sword swung a blow from bottom to top.

Beastlike claws tore through the tough sackcloth, and brutal sounds exploded across the arena, marking the death cry of the psychic winds that could stand against the Astartes squad.

[I said... with all my strength. 】

[At all costs, by any means, you'd better understand these two words. 】

Jonson raised his head, and in his field of vision, Morgan had disappeared.

Then, he heard a slight laugh.

[As you wish, Your Excellency. 】

After the wind was stifled, Morgan's figure had disappeared in place. Johnson rolled his eyes and found her at the far end of the arena.

In the sight of the Primarch, Morgan took a deep breath, and the frozen frost spread out from all corners. The temperature in the arena dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. The edge of a sharp blade was devoured, and the sharp drop in temperature invaded through the cracks in the armor, stabbing the Primarch's senses.

Jonson spat out a long stream of hoarfrost. Along with the obvious drop in temperature, he could feel a slight sluggishness in the joints of his arms. The Primarch slightly turned his wrist, and this feeling disappeared. trace.

well.

He looked at the psyker in the distance, waiting for her next move.

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At the other end of the arena, Morgan snapped his fingers, letting an invisible shell protect his body, then frowned.

When she saw Zhuang Sen's giant-like body, she almost instinctively began to whisper about the psionic powers of the biochemical department: overloading blood, crushing the heart, or letting the blindness of darkness sweep the enemy's senses, these mainly attack the body The spells are best suited for such impenetrable opponents.

But she realized in the next moment that such a method is useless to Jonson. As both the Primarch, Morgan is very aware of the vague essence hidden under the human skin of her and Jonson. The weird creation that cannot be explained by medical knowledge is Frankenstein walking in the interstellar age.

Looking at Jonson in the distance, Morgan sighed.

This breath is entrenched in the kingdom of ice that is enough to freeze an army, and it spirals up in the endless space, like a dancing girl lifting her skirt, and suddenly explodes on the intertwined ice marks, circling a thick wall of fog , covering the entire arena.

Then Morgan snipped off a strand of hair and began her own plan.

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Johnson narrowed his eyes.

Although this powerful mist was enough to disturb the senses and instruments of the Astartes warriors, when the lion's consciousness penetrated it, it still did not receive any resistance.

Through the mist, his consciousness caught Morgan's location...

...?
……more than one?
Front, rear, left front, right front... Even the ceiling directly above him, Morgan's almost unique icy aura came from, as if she split into thousands of paths in an instant, surrounding Jonson .

And in the next moment, Zhuang Sen knew that his hunch was correct, because thousands of attacks had already struck him from all directions.

From the blinding mist, the gate of Hades was opened by the snickering traitor, and the whirlwind of death came from thousands of miles away, with the most terrifying power moving forward amidst its whimpering, intending to... Destroy everything in sight.

First of all, it is lightning, thunder, and the sound of punishment from the sky. Along with the rumbling sound, millions of people-eating currents are swept up, just like the god of thunder in the wilderness. With a crackling fist, he unstoppably tried to destroy the world, and countless clouds and storms smashed down, singing loudly with the most savage roar.

And what is more dazzling than the light of thunder and lightning is flame, an ice-blue flame that never goes out. It emerges from the endless frozen land, burning the deadliest high temperature on the deepest cold, like a A happy execution queen walked among the dead subjects, it screamed, and formed another ice-blue high-temperature storm, making the endless space constantly jump between the extremes of severe cold and extreme heat, and This gathered into a sharp whip, torturing the joints and skin, not stopping even for a moment.

After the most intense flame storm, the air was filled with the smell of corrosion and stench, and only dark sharp arrows were seen hitting from the farthest corners. When they meet, they melt into a vicious stream in an instant, rushing towards their target from the most insidious angle, the boiling bubbles and distorted air speak of its power, even the power armor of Astartes must Yield before the most corrosive turbulence.

Thunder, flames, corrosion, these three storms are rampaging in the endless fog wall, they are rapidly expanding like voracious monsters, and within a few breaths, they become enough to occupy the entire space and whip any individual. A giant, every corner has to suffer this triple baptism, there is no escape, there is no escape.

And if these are not enough, then at the top of the room, there is the last net, which is a net that is slowly tightening, it is a net made of invisible silk threads, it covers The dome covering the entire space reveals the edge poured out by the silk thread, which is enough to tear apart the mountain peak and the legion.

Everything was formed within a few breaths. Morgan's exhalation, a smile, and a light sigh swept through. She stretched out her finger and tapped, and the time of these few breaths was deleted. The vicious trend completed its mission of expansion in an instant, and became a weapon that crushed the Primarch one after another.

Jonson's blond hair danced strangely because of the sudden disappearance of a few seconds, and he closed his eyes, relying only on his own will instead of sight, in the thousands of manic, hot, or sour turbulence He moved his feet, letting the temperature change back and forth between dryness and freezing, leaving terrible scars on his power armor.

And these are not enough.

He opened his eyes, only to see that the swords, guns, swords and halberds that should have been placed on the edge were flying along with the strong wind. They pierced the ground fiercely, and the endless ice layer was wrapped around them in an instant, accompanied by a strange light, These weapons exploded like swollen bird eggs, and out of them jumped out a dozen of the most deformed beasts driven purely by spiritual energy, and the smallest of them was ten meters high.

Jonson laughed, the corners of his mouth lifted at the most miserly angle.

He raised his head and looked at all this.

The originally wide arena has become a kingdom of purgatory that only exists in endless heroes or poems of hell: the endless ice erodes the earth, and the cold air of hundreds of degrees below zero is released all the time, making his joints occasionally rattle.

Above the eternal ice kingdom, the storm is like the murmur of death, engulfed by three arrogant forces, the thunder that falls from the sky turns into a battle ax that destroys all things, and the raging flames engulf reason and body temperature, vicious filth flows in Prosperity flourished in every corner of his line of sight, turning into thousands of sharp arrows, corroding his armor.

He turned his head to avoid the slap that tore through the air, and then almost carelessly swung his knife, causing the beast's head several meters high to roll to the ground, and it was frozen and corroded in the blink of an eye.

On the contrary, the killing and death completely aroused the ferocity of these psychic beasts. These monsters like tall buildings roared continuously, casting huge shadows, in the full of wind, flames, thunder, and rotten water. In the rain of arrows, they rushed towards Zhuang Sen.

The Primarch watched all this.

He is laughing.

He's laughing from the bottom of his heart.

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When all this happened, the hair pulled out by Morgan had just fallen to the ground.

She blinked her dead pupils, feeling Jonson strolling in thousands of deadly psychic torrents, beheading those giant beasts one after another.

These little tricks might kill a thousand Astartes in a split second, but it was far too easy for a Primarch so dangerous.

After all, it's just some involvement.

There was a glint of light in her blue pupils, and when Jon Sen cut off almost all the heads and ran to the last and largest psionic beast, she finally took a chance.

A flaw, a flaw that couldn't be smaller, is just a moment of full concentration and no time for others leaked out when all energy is devoted to hunting and slaughtering.

This is enough.

Her soul was screaming, and the longbow that had been ready for firing could not wait to play, and shot out the sharp arrow of the spirit.

Some difficulties, some obstacles, but in the end, she succeeded.

She entered Jonson's memory, his heart.

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forest.

She saw a forest.

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She looked up, but couldn't see the sun.

I only saw the dark green towering giant tree, which blocked all the vision, leaving gaps in twos and threes, like five fingers that are not close together, leaking a few rays of light.

Everything is dim, but it doesn't seem to be so dim. In the forest that covers the sky and the sun, there seems to be some kind of light that allows people to see everything here clearly.

She turned her pupils and began to observe everything around her. There seemed to be no living things in this dense jungle, but she could hear the heavy breathing of those huge beasts and feel the sight of countless predators. Free on her skin.

But the point is not these, but...

call……

A calling, in the deep forest of Caliban, in a corner that Jonson remembered, something seemed to be calling her, calling her darkest side.

That seems to be...

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【you! 】

【exist! 】

【do what! 】

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The largest, most surging, and most irresistible force swung out like a tsunami. Before Morgan's soul even had time to think about it, it was blown out and rolled straight out of Jonson's world. The soul fragments wailed all the way back into the body, and the sweet blood came out from the throat all at once.

fury.

Rage burned on the Primarch.

His eyes widened, his veins protruded, the corners of his mouth pulled up, exposing the roots of his teeth, and his crooked brow released the most terrifying power and will.

He turned around, roared and swung the blade, and the endless steel storm was released with his anger, and the purgatory kingdom that was enough to destroy a thousand Astartes trembled under the boundless anger and collapsed.

When Morgan was still having a headache and coughing up blood from the impact, the black figure had already rushed in front of her from the very center of the arena.

He lowered his head, his face had returned to seriousness, only the slightly wrinkled cheeks and the messy arena behind him told everything just now.

[For yourself, you'd better explain clearly what you are doing. 】

Zhuang Sen watched the offended mortal stand upright again, and then he spoke slowly, his voice was like a living iceberg.

Morgan looked wobbly, but she managed to regain her footing and saluted.

[Follow your orders, Your Excellency. 】

Doubt paused on Jonson's face for a moment.

【play hard. 】

[At all costs. 】

[As you ordered. 】

[As a psychic who majors in the mind system, usurping and playing with memory is the most common and proudest trick we use in battle. If it is in a real battle, this will also be the deadliest part. 】

[Since the task I have been given is to simulate the most realistic psionic combat scene, then I will naturally choose such detection spells, because these are the things and dangers that will appear in real battles. 】

【An order is an order. Since I have received an order, I will spare no effort to carry it out. 】

[Although this means danger. 】

Jonson kept a straight face, his face didn't seem to be different from just now, except that the ripples wrinkled by the rage seemed to have disappeared due to time.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak in the end, but even so, Morgan could still see that he didn't seem to believe his words at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Sen turned around and returned to the center of the arena.

His new order was accompanied by bloody wind.

【continue. 】

(End of this chapter)