Emperor's Bane

Chapter 83 The Son of the Forest ([-])

He could always see the beast.

In the forests of Caliban, on that rocky sandy land, in the quietest, sultry, sparse moonlight where there is not even a breath of wind, the beast exists, breathes, longs.

It lives in his dreams.

He can see it.

It walks through the low jungle, keeping its sharp claws in the soles of its pads, its thick skin and hair freely passing through the thick net like barbed wire, just like a calm eel shuttles through sea rocks Among them, its whitish belly is almost clinging to the ground, allowing the two strong hind legs to continue to exert great power, and the hard tail is constantly shaking from side to side, whipping the soil under its feet.

Just like that, it walked quietly in the dense forest, like a dark shadow, exuding a heavy aura of hunger and bloodlust.

The huge and exaggerated head came from the depths of the dense bushes with a rustling sound. The thick mane wrapped the fragile neck and almost fell to the ground, and the one who kissed the ground with these hairs was the The foul-smelling gurgling saliva dripped into a stream.

This behemoth walks in the shadows of the tall forests, driven by endless hunger and bloodthirsty desire, casting lingering shadows on countless lands and small streams, and where it walks, huge shadows cover With the last light, only those fluorescent green pupils exude the majesty of a predator.

It looked over.

It's hungry.

It hungers for flesh, bloody flesh.

Driven by the most instinctive desire, the King of the Deep Forest cast his eyes on the fallen tree, on that strange creature standing under the moonlight, that thing no taller and stronger than a lynx, he descended from the sky, from that It climbed out of the round metal that overwhelmed countless dense forests.

He looks at it.

Then he clenched his fist.

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slash.

Constantly slashing.

Wielding the freshly sharpened stone, the dimmest instincts in his mind guided him: make it, lift it, use it until you see blood everywhere, until there's no more foul-smelling exhale, and that's safe symbol of.

Jonson remembered all that.

He is the attacker.

He pounced on the beast, the king of the deep forest that was so huge that it could easily devour a mortal, it looked like a great lion, or a huge bear waking up, when it stood upright, it might It is five meters high.

But that doesn't matter.

It is meat.

That's it.

As he approached, he could see the turbid pupils created by pure ambition filled with astonishment, followed by a savage rage, the primeval rage of the top carnivore when provoked, in the deep forest One of the rules to follow in order to survive.

The roar of the beast king echoed in the deep forest, the sound of twisting and fighting lingered in one valley after another, towering giant trees collapsed one by one, witnessing the ruthless moonlight from high in the middle of the night until it slid down to the sky.

The giant palm that could smash the rock hit his back, making Zhuang Sen's identity tremble, but he didn't react at all, he just held up the sharp stone, again and again, again and again. smashed down.

The thick hide was split open, blood flowing, and the flying hair was like a fetid wild snow, revealing the pale spine.

It roared, twisted, and struggled, and the fluorescent green pupils burst out with the light of survival.

But Jonson just swung.

Swipe, swipe, swipe.

Until the sharp rock finally cracked completely on the extremely thick fur and could no longer be used, holding the wreckage of the first tool in his hand, he suddenly fell into a certain kind of confusion.

Until he heard that roar, that weak, intermittent roar, coming from under his feet.

The beast is not dead yet.

It's not over yet.

Under the urging of some instinct in his heart, he threw down the stone, and threw it far away, and then he found his most wonderful tool.

He raised his fist.

held high.

The most terrifying power hit the beast, and he swung it selflessly, punching and punching.

He could feel that he smashed the only remaining intact fur, and pulled out the internal organs that were almost minced meat, and the numerous skeletons had long been turned into a pile of fine powder, accompanied by the last blood, flowing It's all over the place.

But it still isn't dead.

He can't stop.

He bullied himself and climbed onto its head. The dying monster seemed to have sensed something too. It raised its head with all its strength, and let out a low sound like a wild dog.

But it's too late.

He tore off the thick mane, and bit down on the softest throat. The stinky hair flowed into his throat along with the sweet blood, and his pupils couldn't help but brighten up. green.

At that moment, he felt it.

life.

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But even so, the giant beast still did not die.

It wandered in his dreams.

As night fell, it walked in the deep woods of Caliban, and so did he.

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A hoarse roar came.

Zhuang Sen opened his eyes, only to see the endless tide of beasts tore through the curtain of the deep forest. These bloody carnivores formed an unstoppable wave, and their pupils were all a void scarlet.

He raised his sword and swung it.

Not them.

They are far worse than that giant beast.

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【You peeped into my heart. 】

He wasn't asking, he was affirming.

The deep forest was silent, among the corpses of countless beast hordes, and among the stench of blood.

【I have ordered Asmodeus to cleanse your memory. I have issued such an order more than once, but obviously, his ability is not enough to complete such a task. 】

【This is my responsibility. I gave him a task that he couldn't complete. I overestimated his strength. 】

[When I was in Wollaston, I already understood all of this, and in Bilivan, it just made me more convinced of this. It is impossible for a psyker who can destroy titans and battleships to be so docile, you guys How can a hurricane whose strength is borrowed from the most violent sea be as feeble as the morning breeze. 】

He opened his mouth, held the sword, and slowly moved forward on the muddy ground covered with rotten leaves. The sparse light passed through the layers of branches and leaves, and shone on his face, like the stars at night favoring the male under the moon. lion.

The deep forest is still silent, only the faint laughter from the farthest valley can be heard.

Jonson continued to move forward. He split the rotten obstacles and shattered the vines that may have been freely multiplying for hundreds of years. He was advancing and destroying, just like the greatest monster The king is rampaging in his domain.

The instinct of the beast was guiding him, and he moved forward silently, but a terrifying smile was unconsciously lit on his face.

He split another natural wall made up of giant trees tens of meters high, and finally, a wide enough field appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a hollow valley, a burial pit, and a most efficient hunting net.

Layers upon layers of pale threads spread across every corner between hundreds of meters in dimension, wrapping the shriveled corpses of countless insects, reptiles and even carnivores. It is no surprise that this is the most successful hunting net, the deep forest China and Japan are a treasure trove of gold.

And its master is sitting on the throne in the center of the trap kingdom, it is the largest spider the Lion King has ever seen, it is pale in color, with black markings adorning its huge belly, It has twelve compound eyes like dirty blood gems, and the same number of slender legs, calmly controlling every silk thread.

This monster that can only appear in nightmares slowly raised its head, the corners of its ferocious mouth and fangs still had the juice that existed when it sucked its prey.

When it opened its mouth, it was the cold mocking voice that Zhuang Sen was all too familiar with.

【Welcome, Son of the Forest. 】

[Before everything starts, maybe we can have a short chat. 】

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[I thought you would be braver, Morgan. 】

[I am not Magnus. 】

[Similarly, I thought you would come alone, Mr. Johnson. 】

【I did come alone. 】

Two streams of laughter echoed in the deep forest at the same time, one was as indifferent as an iceberg, and the other was as hoarse as a wild beast.

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As soon as the laughter stopped, Jonson's eyes couldn't help but vicious loathing, because he was witnessing a rather profane scene.

The pale spider's head opened and cracked open with all its strength, making an emotionless and toneless laugh, and when the laughter ended, the head exploded completely.

A graceful upper body of a woman emerges from the gap. It bears a perfect head, and the long hair covers most of her body. But if you look closely, you will find that this half-beauty is a complete shadow , she didn't wear a single thread, because all the mysterious places have been occupied by the infinitely distorted shadow group, turning into the purest darkness.

She has no facial features, no limbs, only endless darkness occupying everything, as if an extremely precise black mannequin was cleverly placed on the pale body of the spider.

There was a flash of light in Jonson's pupils. It was the flames of witch hunts burning wildly. For a moment, he couldn't wait to burn something.

[You can choose a more rational puppet. 】

[All the education I have received from birth is killing and devouring, and there is nothing else. This is really a pity, Your Excellency Johnson. 】

[If Nemir did not disappoint me, then I should be sure that you were born into the world as a princess of a country, and as the daughter of a king, your rhetoric this time is extremely pale. 】

[Kings are different from kings, Mr. Johnson, some kings just want to do everything in their hands, so that every piece of land he can see starts to burn. 】

The Primarch fell silent.

The lion narrowed his pupils, and he stood his great sword on the ground, about ten meters away from the strange beast, which was a very suitable position for attacking and retreating.

【So……】

[What do you want to talk about? 】

[A very simple topic, Mr. Johnson, you will be interested in it. 】

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[Do you know... Warmaster? 】

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Warmaster.

The word made Jonson's brow furrow.

[If you only use some improvised words to maintain the so-called riddle in your heart, then this conversation will end at this moment, my spiritual consultant, you know my attitude. 】

The big sword stood on the ground, flipped over slightly, and reflected a shocking light.

【I do know it, but I am looking forward to your answer, Mr. Johnson. 】

[Warmaster?what does that mean? 】

The Lion King spoke again, but this time, the syllables between the words stayed in his mouth for an extra moment.

[Literally, Your Excellency. 】

The girl spider continued to speak, and for a moment people couldn't tell it was the spider's corpse that was making the sound, but the pure shadow girl was exuding her own will, or it was just a mighty psionic power that made the voice span Through countless dimensions and spaces, it came together with the faint song of birds on the skyline.

[Since the ruler of the empire can let the sealer become the actual manager of the empire, and become the master of all bureaucratic, taxation and political affairs in the universe, then when he chooses to return to the holy Terra due to certain things, and Why not entrust the honor and responsibility of the Great Crusade to a truly great commander? 】

Johnson was silent.

[The empire's expedition burns the galaxy, from the most sacred throne to the most distant star abyss, tens of thousands of wars are ignited every moment in the name of this great expedition, and the emperor controls this Those who go on an expedition are the undisputed masters of all wars, they are...]

【Warmaster...】

The voice reverberated for a long time, echoing in the deep forest, echoing in the valley, echoing in Zhuang Sen's chest, this voice beat on his mind and will, slowing down his heartbeat for an undetectable moment.

[Everyone will think that this is a great honor and a self-evident status. 】

Johnson was silent.

[But will there be true loyalists, what is needed to see this position is not the so-called unlimited scenery...]

The fingers wrapped in the gauntlets were bent, gripping the blade tightly.

[It is the most silent dedication, the most steadfast will, the most powerful ability...]

Jonson took a deep breath.

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[With the greatest loyalty. 】

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【enough! 】

Finally, he raised his head and growled.

The blade fluttered like a god's punishment, easily smashing the profane things in front of him.

He roared, but his face was still as cold as a glacier that would never melt.

[I don't know where you heard these illogical rumors, because as far as I know, you are a psychic who majored in the Psychic Department, although your performance has never met this point. 】

The answer to the Primarch was still ironic laughter.

【Are you going to find out which school your brother Magnus' psionic power belongs to, sir? 】

[Glib tongue. 】

Johnson didn't get angry, because the reality was more terrifying.

He is laughing.

He sneered and raised the big sword.

【I don't care about your words, your expressions, your lies and frauds, I will learn what I want from you. 】

【After I caught you. 】

　Well, to be honest, the actual performance of this book is much worse than I expected...

　　[-] fans, [-] income, [-] subscriptions...

　　Uh, melancholy, lying down, not wanting to move...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)