Emperor's Bane

Chapter 93 Name
The so-called [Duran] matter is nothing more than a bad debt.

This thing is actually not complicated, not at all.

While the Dark Angels battled among the stars in the northeastern part of the galaxy, other Legions Astartes also active in the region, such as the Space Wolves, were also engaged in their own missions.

Under a certain loose nature, Leman Russ and his sons gradually separated from the front line of the battle with Ran Dan, and the lion of Caliban was also happy to see this happen. The power to strangle the opponent.

The fleet of the Sixth Legion wandered the eastern part of the galaxy, clearing the Emperor's enemies with a playful attitude. It was in this situation that the mortal exploration fleet belonging to the Sixth Legion encountered [Duran].

Duran, also called Duranian, is also a human regime, a relatively enlightened, advanced and peaceful one among the thousands of pocket empires in the galaxy. Although the actual control territory of this pocket empire is only one There are two galaxies and two worlds, but they have their own interests in dozens of galaxies, marking their colonial territories with mining stations and orbital fortresses.

Duran's system can be simply understood as a dictatorship. A tyrant named [Duras] has been ruling for at least 1000 years. He protected and guided the country in the endless darkness of the era of disputes, so Duran People regard him as the eternal wise man and leader. Under his long rule, the Durans claim to be enlightened and hate aliens and mutants.

At the beginning, the empire's exploration force maintained a relatively friendly communication with the outpost of the Duran people. This relaxed atmosphere even made the captains of the empire think that they could discuss surrender with Duran: this independent country Possessing some very good technology, their ships are generally equipped with warp speed capabilities, and power armor, laser guns and even personal individual shields have been popularized in elite units.

Imperial envoys placed before the Durandians demands from Holy Terra: submission, taxes, military service, and obedience to Imperial truth.

Then, the atmosphere of harmony disappeared.

A few days later, the envoy's head was placed in front of Leman Russ. Before the Fenris wolf king had any reaction or anger, Duras' declaration was sent to several surrounding people through interstellar broadcasting and other means. Echoes of the Galaxy: The Durans will never succumb to [a wild dog raised by a tyrant].

Whether Leman Russ was angry because of this sarcasm, people don’t know, but Holy Terra’s reply came quickly to the Sixth Legion: The emperor’s honor cannot be slandered in any way, and Duran has to submit again The possibility of empire, but Duras had to pay for his words.

The Wolf King took over this task, and day after day, month after month, Duras was still firmly entrenched on his throne. In the seventh month, the last bit of patience of Holy Terra was exhausted. do.

Thus, a new Legion of Astartes took up the task of destroying Duran.

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"So, our task is to assist the wolf king and his legion in Fenris, my lord?"

Coswayne's doubts echoed in the room, and Jonson just watched quietly as his fleet searched another empty galaxy, and gradually disappeared into the light of Mandeville Point.

Finally, the Primarch seemed to snort.

[I never beat anyone, Kos. 】

[Since this is a war, it is natural for everyone to see what they are capable of. 】

[My brother is disgracing the Emperor, and the incompetence of his Legion is the ridicule of countless enemies in the shadows. 】

[As early as the first confrontation with the Durans, the Mortal Auxiliary Army had already discovered that our enemy had a very good shield system. The thickness of their Aegis Shield was significantly better than that of the Empire's Void Shield. Moreover, it has an amazing self-recovery ability, and it is almost impossible to break it head-on. 】

[This kind of excellent shield is everywhere in the Duran army. Whether it is battleships, armor, or those elite fighters called golden scarabs, they are all huddled under the protection of this shield and become Tough opponent. 】

[But it’s just such information, my brother didn’t pay enough attention to it, and he still needs the pack of wolf cubs under him to learn a lesson with their lives. Being led by the nose by a small number of enemy troops, until now, he has not found the home planet of the Duran people and ended the war. 】

[I thought that I had underestimated him enough, but now it seems that I still overestimated him. 】

The corners of Caliban Lion's mouth curled up, showing a bright and sarcastic smile.

[So, here we are, to end all of this. 】

Coswayne blinked, and finally decided to express his advice and concerns.

"However, my lord, we are not sure about the exact location of Duran's home planet. Although we have wiped out several Duranian fleets since this Terra standard month, we have not obtained enough information."

Johnson turned his head, looked at his heir, and listened carefully to Coswayne's worries and analysis. He seemed very happy to see this, happy to see Coswayne have more insights and independent thinking.

[Of course, Cowes, I was aware of this, from the very beginning. 】

[I will not let my legion become the second laughing stock. 】

There is a sweet breath called self-satisfaction in his voice, as if he has tasted the mellow liquor called victory in advance.

【I have both hands ready...】

His voice gradually faded, because behind them, the door of the room was slowly opening.

Even if you look at the entire Dark Angels Legion, there are not many people who can step into this room without permission. In fact, apart from the Primarch himself and Coswayne, there is only one who can receive this honor.

The dark angel's eyes moved down quietly, looking at the door that was gradually being pushed open, and his first glance caught a white ball of hair wriggling on the carpet.

The cat, the snow-white cat, set up its ears wrapped in soft black fur, and proudly patrolled the precious carpet. Consider it your own kingdom.

The snow-white hair is so fluffy that people can't even see its paws supported by the pads. When it wanders slowly and casually on the floor, at first glance, it looks like a bunch of long Mao's fat snowball rolled around on the ground.

This group of [Snowball] walked leisurely, facing the tall and burly Dark Angel, but without the slightest fear, its blue pupils stared straight at them, and let out a soft threatening voice.

Then, Coswayne heard a call, and when the slow snowball heard the sound, it burst out at an unimaginable speed, turned into a white spherical lightning, and rushed to the master's body in a hurry. feet.

Morgan picked up his pet, showed a faint smile to Coswayne, then walked steadily to Jonson's side, stood still, and slowly but regularly stroked the sleeping creature in his arms .

The Dark Angel looked at the mortal advisor who was only half a stature behind his father, and at himself who only dared to stand in the distance, and couldn't help but fall into a kind of self-doubt.

The Primarch of the First Legion didn't look back, he just continued to maintain a posture of looking into the distance, until the last ship of the Vanguard Fleet also disappeared into Mandeville Point, and he slowly turned his head.

[The task assigned to you, how is it? 】

[It has been completed, and I am here to report to you. 】

Zhuang Sen's eyes finally became serious.

[Let's talk. 】

Morgan pulled out a hand and tapped the void in front of her. The next moment, a translucent star map appeared in front of the three people. It was a star map covering several nearby star regions. On it, one could He could clearly see the position of the Dark Angels fleet, as well as where the scattered reconnaissance troops of the First Legion passed by.

Coswayne quickly discovered something that didn't fit the style of the painting: on the punctuation of a certain galaxy, there was a head of a lion. The corners of its mouth were bent downward, showing obvious displeasure.

Coswayne looked down and looked for the galaxy where the lion was.

Well... that's the galaxy they're in right now.

……

For some reason, he wasn't surprised at all.

Zhuang Sen glanced across the star map, his expression normal.

[Let's start reporting. 】

【as you wish. 】

Morgan responded slowly, and in the next second, her temperament suddenly changed. The laziness and banter just now seemed like a dream. The look in En's eyes.

When she spoke, it was a professional voice that would hold even the most skeptical Dark Angels in awe.

[Most of the Duran prisoners of war we captured have undergone special brainwashing and brain information screening. Their memories of the parent planet cannot be extracted. If they are forcibly extracted, the brain organs will be destroyed, thereby protecting the location of the parent planet. 】

[But it is not impossible. Although the position of the mother star has been blurred, there is no way to erase their itinerary. 】

With a light twist of her fingers, several crimson lines appeared on the star map.

[These are the forward routes of the Duran fleet that is at war with us. 】

She tapped again, and several yellow dots appeared.

[This is the location where they are suspected to have supplied. 】

[There are also the junctions where they rotate, the positions of the specially armed orbital fortresses, and some galaxies that have appeared many times in memory...]

Morgan's fingers made ripples on the star map. When her will left, lines of different colors were clearly visible on the star map, and at the other end of them was a circular area, A strange blank area was formed, and in this blank area, there were only a few galaxies.

Johnson nodded.

[Are you sure that the information is correct? 】

Morgan showed a smile, which made Coswayne feel instinctively vigilant.

She spoke lightly, as if discussing the synthetic steak at lunch.

[There is no doubt that the Duran elite fighters captured by us are a group of fearless characters. When I said that I wanted to extract their memories, they killed themselves in various ways, constantly refreshing my consciousness. Know. 】

[But they forget that death is not a momentary event, even the demise of the self will take a real period of time. 】

[When the human spirit decides to self-destruct, the deep-seated consciousness and physiological mechanism of the human being will be in the biological instinctive desire to survive and carry out their own struggles, that is to say, when they disintegrate their own will, the Everything did not disappear immediately. 】

[This period of time is enough for me to snatch their memories and spirits and get everything I want. 】

She told all this softly and slowly, even with a nonchalant smile remaining on her face.

Coswayne witnessed this scene in awe, his eyes almost unconsciously looked at his father, he subconsciously thought that Jonson would be angry because of this somewhat vicious behavior.

But all he saw was an iceberg-like indifference on the face of his genetic father.

He just nodded and spit out a reminder.

[We need a record, this method is not completely safe, you have to read the ancient books I found about Duran, and decipher the words and hints on it as quickly as possible, we may need it. 】

[I will do it, within three days, you will get a satisfactory answer. 】

【That's fine. 】

They discussed these issues earnestly, and soon, Coswayne also began to listen and record carefully, and no one paid any attention to those Durans who died on the "Indomitable Truth".

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After getting the order, Coswayne left.

Finally, the Lion King turned his gaze.

He was a little dissatisfied.

Because the moment Coswayne left, the cold and efficient breath disappeared from Morgan's body. She stroked her cat again, and the lazy smell began to flow from her hair and eyebrows. overflowing.

Even the snow-white creature in her arms began to become active gradually, and the fluffy ball of hair was rolling in the master's arms, looking for a more comfortable position.

Brain cat.

Jonson went out of his way to check, flipping through the books on the creature himself, to make sure it wasn't just another tiny deception by his own blood relatives.

The Primarch of the First Legion raised his eyelids, saw his lazy blood relative seemed to think of something, and showed him a somewhat sincere smile.

Hmm, looks good.

[I'm thinking of a name for my pet, Jonson. 】

She confided her brother's name softly, with a slow wave of heat, something that only happened when it was just the two of them, never losing courtesy and respect in public.

【So I was thinking...】

She smiled, a smile that made Jonson frown.

[Caliban. 】

【How about this name? 】

[I don’t know if the lord of Caliban is willing to lend me a copyright valid for decades? 】

She looked up with a smile, and saw Jonson's undisguised gaze, the gaze that wanted to draw her to the arena.

Well, it looks like he's not happy.

Morgan sighed slowly.

She turned around and walked away slowly.

Jonson also turned around. In his field of vision, the second batch of fleets were passing through Mandeville Point in an orderly manner. Jonson picked up his electronic board and planned to record the sequence of all this.

Then, his ears caught Morgan's somewhat distinct soliloquies.

In fact, she was talking to the cat.

【Our first plan has been rejected, sweetheart. 】

[But it doesn't matter, we still have a second plan. 】

[From today, you have your own name. 】

【Warmaster～】

"Crack-!"

The sound of the broken electronic board was crisp and loud, echoing in the already quiet room for a long, long time...

(End of this chapter)