Emperor's Bane

Chapter 95 Duran's Farce ([-])

"The Empire's first true power armor is the [Expedition Type] code-named MKII. It was built by the great sages of Mars according to the will and ideas of the Emperor. Commonly equipped power armor."

"And the MKI [Thunder Type] before that was actually a kind of crude equipment that had been used on a large scale by technological barbarians, and it was a transitional product during the Unification War."

"Thereafter, in order to adapt to the expansion of warfare, on the basis of Astartes' power armor and other armor equipment, Mars's foundry masters began to research and restore a kind of power armor specially prepared for mortals."

"However, subsequent experiments proved that it is difficult for mortals to fully exert the strength of power armor, and carapace armor is enough to meet the needs of large-scale deployment of mortal troops. Therefore, this project was suspended, and only some experiments were left. product."

"The First Legion specially collects such creations. They are the best quality batches of their kind. They are the final products that were personally cast, spliced ​​and blessed by the Great Sage of Mars who has been in charge of this project."

As the doors of the secret vault opened one by one, the voice of Coswayne's explanation echoed in the empty corridor. The lion king's confidant recited the one-time password composed of code words with ease, and the silver-haired mortal consultant was in front of him. The depths of the "Indomitable Truth" advanced, and the rumble of the power cabin echoed in their ears.

Finally, they stopped in an inconspicuous corner, Coswayne read out the last code, a hidden secret door slowly opened, and behind it was a not too big room, which was neatly arranged Wearing dozens of armors of different styles and styles, the Dark Angel stretched out his arm and pointed at one of them.

"That's the one."

Morgan looked over, and what caught her eyes was a well-maintained women's armor: it was a pair of pure black precision workmanship, and compared to those burly power armor of the Astartes, it looked more like It was a tights, but it was indeed tightly protected from the neck and shoulders, to the chest and lower abdomen, to the thighs and knees. Obviously, this was a set of light armor that was capable of all protection tasks.

"Although this set of power armor focuses on speed and agility, its protective power is indisputable, and it can even strengthen the user's own strength. Moreover, it has the same power source as Astartes' power armor, Without being damaged, it can remain operational almost forever."

Coswayne's explanation continued, but Morgan didn't listen carefully, because the moment she saw the armor, she remembered some fragments in her mind.

Whenever Morgan's devoured soul reaches a certain level, the darkest sky in her mind will be shattered, and countless fragments will be scattered. Some of these fragments will reveal a fragment of the future, and some will reveal a fragment of the past. In an instant, there is no connection and logic between them, like a book that has been torn apart.

But fortunately, these fragments will not actively disturb Morgan's thinking. Reading them is also a way for the Spider Queen to pass the time, and on one of the fragments, she has seen these armors, which are worn by a group of the most powerful On the body of the female warriors, those female warriors were called "Emperor's Daughters" in awe by the crowd next to them.

Those female warriors with the same silver hair, or battle nuns, were wearing exactly the same armor as the one in front of her.

Coswayne pressed a button, and a special changing room appeared from the side wall. At the same time, two female warband servants appeared in the room as if they had drilled out of the floor. Will be in charge of helping Morgan put on the armor.

The Dark Angel left the room, turned his back, and listened to the sound of the continuous collision between the ceramic steel armor, he had an idea in his heart, and began to struggle a little.

Finally, when Morgan adjusted the width of the two rather narrow front armors, Coswayne's sigh penetrated the iron wall of the room and reached Morgan's ears.

"Ms. Morgan, there is something I want to tell you."

【Speaking. 】

"How should I put it...In the final analysis, power armor is equipment made with the physical fitness and requirements of our Astartes, so even if it is a specially prepared mortal power armor, in fact, mortals can't exert its full power at all. This is not a matter of attitude and proficiency, but a physical gap."

"So, Ms. Morgan, if you find that you can't use this armor properly, please don't keep your mouth shut for the sake of dignity and other issues. You must report the problem to me. There is nothing shameful about it."

"After all, you and us are not of the same... type."

Obviously, the last word made Dark Angel really tangled up for a while.

In the room, Morgan fiddled with her fingers, adjusting the parameters and scale of the armor at will, so that it could perfectly accommodate her current body, and then she raised the corners of her lips, expressing a slight frustration after being slightly hit Answered the Dark Angel outside the room.

[Thank you for your suggestion, Kos. 】

"It's nothing."

The lion king's confidant seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

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When Morgan once again returned to the private room of the Lion King, the progress of this void battle had already taken a small solid step forward: the second space defense line of the Durans had also been broken through, and they The only inhabited world beyond the parent star was trembling in the shadow of the imperial fleet at this time, but the divination box showed that it was already empty.

Obviously, this pocket empire has pinned all its hopes on their home planet.

The sons of the Lion King drove their warships and continued to advance steadily. The most powerful imperial battleships never participated in the frontline fighting. Outside the range, the destroyers and drone groups fighting on the front line are supported with longer-range firepower.

The Primarch of the First Legion doesn't even need to pay attention to the situation of his subordinates all the time, because every battleship is guarded by the most experienced officers and veterans. Like drizzle, it corroded the Duran people's defense line little by little, dragging these defenders who were screaming and fighting into the rhythm of the Dark Angels' battle, and then strangled them mercilessly.

Entanglement - Probe - Erosion - Advance - Entanglement.

The third and fourth lines of defense of the Duran people disintegrated unknowingly, and the vanguard of the First Legion even vaguely touched the orbit of Duran's home planet.

The Duran people are still resisting, struggling, and even counterattacking constantly. The voice of the Duran tyrant Duras is still repeated in the ears of every Duran people through a special space broadcast, inspiring them to fight for their hometown. Fight, fight for every inch of the sacred homeland.

For the empire, Duran is just a slightly stronger traitor country, a world that uses and squeezes value, but for Duran's fighters, Duran is their hometown, everything to them, and theirs. The sacred Terra in their eyes is the most precious treasure in the entire galaxy worthy of their last drop of blood to protect.

They have nowhere to go, and nowhere to retreat.

Every Duran soldier is desperately resisting and swearing not to surrender. This spirit is certainly noble, great, and brave, but if it is combined with the Duran people's blind rejection of the empire, it will be difficult. The distortion had become an utter ignorance that disgusted Jonson.

Therefore, their only fate is to completely disappear from the Milky Way: Thousands of Galaxies are destined to belong to the Human Empire, and they who resist the Empire naturally have no hope and future at all.

Through the projection of real-time feedback, Zhuang Sen put all these details in his eyes. Even the lion of Caliban was really proud and proud of this perfect tactic. He even wanted to find someone Show off, just the simplest show off.

And the person he was looking for soon appeared in front of him.

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Morgan has fully adapted to this pair of power armor. The only dissatisfaction is that when she steps on the ground, the sound becomes a lot heavier, instead of the crisp sound she likes when her riding boots hit the ground.

She looks taller.

That was Jonson's first thought as he looked at Morgan in full armor.

And then, belatedly, he discovered that the appearance of his blood relative wrapped in armor was much more pleasing to the eye than when she was wearing long skirts and other mortal clothing.

She can even be called [beautiful], like a perfect castle, or a flawless sword, exuding an invisible light that makes people feel refreshed.

She walked to his side, as if she still wanted to exude that private lazy aura, but the killing aura on the armor made her sloppy look extremely uncomfortable. After a few seconds of trying and struggling, she had to Straightening his back, he stood beside the Primarch as a serious warrior.

Jonson turned his head to hide the corners of his mouth.

His mood became more and more joyful.

So, with a certain attitude of showing off, Zhuang Sen whispered about the direction of the battle, pointing his fingers between the projections of the galaxy, and soon, a phantom of a huge space station appeared in front of the two of them, It is like a cylinder floating in the void, but it has thousands of tentacles and pipes connecting it in all directions.

[This is the core of Duran's defense, and it is also the largest Duran orbital fortress we have ever seen. It stands at the end of Duran's void defense line. crash into it. 】

【This is not a simple opponent. Its shield thickness is already an astronomical figure. Even the main artillery bombardment and light spear of my [Indomitable Truth] cannot penetrate it. If this big trouble is not solved, the battle cannot advance. 】

Despite the worries in his words, Zhuang Sen's face was calm and unhurried, as if a well-thought-out counselor silently showed that he had a countermeasure. His head was slightly raised, forming an arrogant angle, until Morgan Changing his gaze, he finally fixed his gaze on [Doubt] and [Ask], Caliban's lion silently raised the corners of his mouth, and then spoke slowly.

【So, I am going to use the Spear of the Son to attack the Shield of the Son. Coswayne has already gone to inform the front fleet. 】

With a big wave of Zhuang Sen's hand, the projection in front of them changed its appearance. It was a giant battleship of Duran. This ancient and decaying void war engine was even bigger than the capital ship of the empire. Its crimson prow was larger and bloated than that of its companions, like a terrible behemoth that was already old, with deformed bones, and dying, but still possessed deadly strength.

[This is the flagship of the Durans, another tactical core of theirs. It was originally staying with that troublesome fortress, but I ordered the front lines to continue to exert pressure. Now this battleship has left it position, came to the forefront to confront my fleet. 】

[Its escort ships are running low. Immediately, as long as my fleet conducts another assault and outflank, it will be surrounded by my fleet. At that time, there will be ten squadrons of fighters, preferably 180. The dark angels jumped to its bridge, and they will capture this huge ship and let it crash all the way to Duran's orbital fortress. This level of impact is enough to shatter the shield of the fortress, and everything in the war will be It's in my hands now. 】

The male lion's palms clenched triumphantly in mid-air, as if they were kneading that huge ship.

He paused, as if waiting for something, then slowly turned his head and looked at Morgan.

His blood relatives did not marvel, nor did they make any unbelievable sounds, or words of admiration.

This is somewhat disappointing.

Under Jonson's gloomy gaze, Morgan carefully looked at the projection of the giant ship in front of her. Her brain seemed to be running at high speed, thinking about something.

【Which warship do you intend to use to carry out this mission, Jonson? 】

[We'll see the situation at that time, but it should be the Sword of Numark, which is the closest. 】

Morgan nodded.

【What are you thinking? 】

Facing Zhuang Sen's question, she just tilted her head.

[I'm wondering if I should make some preparations in advance, such as placing a spiritual shield on the Sword of Numark. 】

From Jonson's nostrils, hot air of dissatisfaction spewed out, and he was a little angry, which was not serious anger.

【Do you think there will be an accident in my plan? 】

[It's not your plan. 】

Morgan shook his head, then gave a sly smile that Jonson hated so much.

【Do you remember my cat, Johnson? 】

[...It's war time, Morgan. 】

[I know, I just want to tell you that when I picked it up, it was covered with scars. It was to protect a vine on the edge of its territory. Although cats don’t eat grapes, it doesn’t Prevent it from clashing with the canines who came to rob the grapes, and get itself covered in scars and dust. 】

The corners of Zhuang Sen's eyebrows trembled imperceptibly.

【Are you worried about my brother making trouble for me? 】

[It's our brother, Zhuang Sen. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion froze for a moment, then he snorted and slapped his palms on the table with a deafening thud.

[The Fenrisian fleet is now scattered throughout the star region without order. Even if he knows where Duran is, he can't gather a reliable army unless he is reckless enough to come here with only a few thousand people. A hard bone...]

[Canines don't tend to be cool, Jonson. 】

Before the Lion could finish speaking, Morgan's undeniably cold words interrupted him, and her voice seemed to turn cold after putting on the armor.

【You are a faction...】

The Lion King wanted to say something, but a hasty knock on the door interrupted him unceremoniously.

It's Nemir.

"Sorry to interrupt, my lord, but there is a sudden response from the Mandeville point on the other side of the galaxy: it is the Nidhogg, the battleship of the Space Wolves!"

The lion's turbulent breath stopped in an instant, as if a roaring lion was suddenly choked by the throat of fate.

He had a straight face, almost lying on the floor hard, his cheeks and forehead blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye, his pupils were full of pauses, indifference, and embarrassment and anger that were forcibly concealed by them.

Under his gaze, Morgan showed a cold, slow smile. She intentionally made herself laugh very slowly, and Jonson's face became very dark.

[I said it, Johnson. 】

[Canids tend not to be calm. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion didn't answer his blood relatives, he turned around sharply, his footsteps were so hurried that he seemed to be fleeing from something, and so heavy that he seemed to want to kill something.

In the blink of an eye, he was at the door, his body shrouded in the shadow he had rolled up, making Nemir's sweat drop involuntarily.

[For yourself. 】

Jonson's voice sounded like a rolling stone falling down a valley.

[It's best that what you say is true. 】

(End of this chapter)