Emperor's Bane

Chapter 96 Duran Farce ([-])

The addition of the Space Wolves was like throwing a large cloud of sodium into a pot of boiling water that was heating up, causing the already heated situation to explode in an instant.

The first to rush out of Mandeville Point was the battleship [Ned Hoag]. It seemed to be the leader of a pack of hungry wolves. Rumnir], the name of this battleship is even more impressive, not because of how brilliant its record is, but because it carries one of the craziest, bloodiest and most violent military forces in the entire galaxy: Li Manluth's true blood brother, his No.13 Dalian.

After these two most powerful warships, more war engines of the Space Wolves jumped out of Mandeville Point one after another. They scrambled into this final battlefield, and then fell into a kind of In the briefest shock.

The sons of Leman Russ originally thought that they would encounter an ambush and a brutal melee near Mandeville Point, but the real facts were completely contrary to their imagination. The vanguard of the Sixth Legion soon discovered that Someone got there first, and a low breath swept across the iron-gray fleet, but it didn't stay for long.

Through the divination box, Jonson carefully observed the somewhat unexpected reinforcements, watching them maintain a passable formation and launch their own attack from the other side of the battle line.

The fleet size of this Space Wolves is only about two-thirds of that of the Dark Angels, and after tirelessly scanning and distinguishing, Jonson did not find any trace of the [Herakfer], but he is very sure that his A wolf brother must be in this fleet, and he has no reason to miss the final battle, because it will hurt him more than killing him: pointless chases and strangulations for several Terra standard months , repeated work day after day, and endured the taunts, curses and insults of the Tyrant Duran who shuttled between the stars...

Unless he beheaded the tyrant himself, his brother would be like a hungry wolf forever eager to destroy something.

Jonson is hesitating, thinking, and the real process doesn't stop because of the actions of an individual, even if he is a Primarch.

After the succession of victorious songs, there was gradually unpleasant news from the front line: a Dark Angel battleship was sunk. Although it was only a destroyer, it was still enough to make people vigilant.

After subtle changes in the battlefield situation, Jonson began his command. His orders wandered among the battleships at the forefront through direct communication and Coswayne's transmission. He ordered all the battleships Continue to maintain a safe position, destroying the resistance of the Duran people with a volley of light spears at an extremely long distance, while more escort ships were thrown into the most intense battle on the front line without any fluctuations by Caliban's lions. Fighting to protect the precious battleship.

The Dark Angels faithfully carried out this order. Dozens of frigates, destroyers, and countless drones formed a frenzy of metal, confronting the fearless Duran defenders in the interstellar space. When the light spear hit, their burning remains turned into jet-black meteors, falling into Duran's blood-red atmosphere.

The sacrifices of these sacrifices were undoubtedly worthwhile. After paying at least thousands of mortal lives, the Dark Angels seized a perfect moment, taking advantage of the gap in the Duranian fleet due to a suicidal attack. , the battlecruiser [Sword of Numark] turned into the most shining edge of the First Legion, tearing through the defense line of the defenders in one fell swoop, and now it is only one step away from the flagship of Duran.

The high-ranking knight in charge of commanding the battleship personally contacted his genetic father, hoping that Jonson would approve the gang-hopping plan for Duran's flagship.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, my lord. All the Stormbirds and jumping torpedoes have been prepared, and all ten teams can be sent there at once. The divination box shows that the bridge and deck of the battleship are now in chaos. We will not encounter any scaled resistance."

Zhuang Sen listened to his son's report, and at the same time, his eyes kept scanning the electronic projection in front of him: three shining gray spots were approaching the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, which were the [Ned Hoag], [Valcam] ] and the notorious [Eslumnir], these most powerful warships of the Sixth Army had no idea of ​​protecting themselves at all, they relied on the powerful protection of the battleships, and caught The moment the Duran people's attention was sucked away by the dark angel, they rushed into the core area of ​​the defense line in one fell swoop.

This group of men who came from the ice and snow ran towards hell, laughing wildly to meet the fury and steel storm of the Duran people, and the [Eslumnir] was the best among them, but in just a few minutes, It rushed from the edge of the battlefield all the way to the front of Duran's flagship. The powerful engine was roaring, and the fire from the main gun muzzle was entangled with the ripples on the void shield, like a rainstorm in the fog.

【Sword of Numark】received a request for gang-jumping again. This time, the tone was a little anxious. Obviously, the sudden advance of the Space Wolves made the Dark Angels feel pressure: Maybe Jonson didn’t care. The honor of this war, but someone cares, a lot of people care.

The Lion of Caliban hesitated: it didn't take long.

[Yes, remember to inform those space wolves, they can cooperate best, if you don't want to cooperate, tell them not to make trouble for us. 】

His voice was deep and hoarse, but it was enough to get the frontline soldiers and pioneers busy. Hundreds of organizations and thousands of instruments were working together. Amidst the sharp hissing, 180 last dark angels rushed to Captured the Stormbird and the landing torpedo, ready to strike the decisive blow of the battle.

On the [Indomitable Truth], after giving the order, Zhuang Sen fell into a kind of silence. His eyes were firmly fixed on the battleship of the Sixth Legion, trying to figure out which battleship his brother might be on.

He was always restless, his instincts, his wildest intuitions, seemed to be screaming that something bad was about to happen.

Maybe those [civilized] brothers would disdain this almost primitive intuition, but Johnson trusted them, and they had saved him from failure and pain countless times. Although he still didn't know the principle of these intuitions, they did easy to use.

Since it is easy to use, use it.

This is Johnson's philosophy.

Thinking of this, the Primarch couldn't help but tilt his gaze. He looked to his right, where stood a versatile spider lady who could change the situation of the battle in an instant.

At this time, she was obviously in a certain state of preparation, that beautiful head lifted slightly, revealing a slender and snowy neck, which was even dazzlingly white in contrast with the black power armor, her pale lips She was muttering to herself, and accompanied by the low and fast words that could not be heard clearly, countless souls spun on her fingertips and arms, even making the dark armor a little shiny.

Looking at this scene, Jonson didn't speak, but just waited quietly. A few years of getting along with each other was enough for the Primarch to understand some of Morgan's habits and states. The scene where the hair seemed to be full of wine and fell on her neck wetly, he knew that his blood relatives were ready to cast spells on a large scale.

Compared with the long preparations during the Wollaston battle, his blood relatives seem to be more comfortable with those large-scale spells, and many spiritual powers that once required spells are now just a matter of waving hands.

How did she do it?
Occasionally, Jonson was troubled by such questions.

He thought so, and his blood relatives seemed to be able to hear his heart.

When Morgan finished reading the last psychic character slowly, her white chin naturally brushed her neck along with the movement of her lips and teeth, making her pupils look at Zhuang Sen at the moment of silence .

She opened her eyes, revealing those blue pupils that seemed to be Gujing's impassive pupils forever, and the corners of her lips curled up, slowly answering the question in Zhuang Sen's heart.

[The reason is very simple, Jonson, because in a certain battle after the Wollaston battle that we are unwilling to recall and discuss, I recognized my essence. 】

[And recognizing yourself is one of the fastest ways to become stronger in this world. 】

[When I realize what my identity can do, I can do them. 】

The sudden answer slowed the Primarch's heart, and the lion of Caliban widened his eyes, his long golden hair waving like the mane of a king of beasts, Accompanied by a low growl.

【Are you spying again?I warned you! 】

Morgan laughed, and there was still not much emotion in that light laugh, but it was enough to calm Jonson down.

The Primarch was a figure who would learn his lesson, and he knew full well that when a blood relative in front of him let out such a cold laugh, she had a way of embarrassing herself.

But this time, Morgan's words were sincere.

[Not at all, Jonson. 】

[Whenever you have doubts, your expression will have a very short hesitation and pause, and your eyes will become scattered, although this process will not exceed a second. 】

Morgan paused for a moment, and then spoke again, there was already a soft confession between his lips and teeth.

[When you are observing me, brother, I am also observing you, learning your calmness, meticulousness and fearlessness. 】

[And this kind of little secret is just an added reward, I believe you will not be stingy. 】

Jonson didn't reply, because the moment Morgan's words landed, the Primarch instinctively turned around and looked at the electronic projection of the divination box, completely covering his face from Morgan's vision.

When he spoke again, it was already three long seconds later.

[Get your spiritual shield ready, the target is the Sword of Numark and Duran's flagship. 】

And Morgan's answer had become the purest businesslike, which was Jonson's favorite tone.

[The Sword of Numark is fine, but Duran's flagship is too big, and I can't completely cover it at the moment of casting the spell. 】

[No need to worry. 】

Zhuang Sen's attention returned to the battlefield. He carefully observed the projection of Duran's flagship. The first beast seemed to be dead now, allowing the Dark Angel's fleet to swagger past it.

Everything is going according to plan.

Jonson felt the thinnest satisfaction, and his voice reached Morgan again, with a certain arrogance.

[It’s enough to focus on the Sword of Numark. The shield of the Duran flagship is just to be prepared. I have sent someone to say hello to the Space Wolves, and no matter how crazy the Duran people are, it is impossible to kill themselves. flagship. 】

The Primarch speaks to unquestionable conclusions.

But the reality is the opposite.

Because it was at the moment when Zhuang Sen's voice fell to the ground.

The [Eslumnir] opened fire.

This craziest space wolf battleship rushed in front of Duran's flagship, and fired its main lance in a position where it was impossible to miss, almost close to the face.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, whether it was Jonson, Morgan, or the commander of the Sword of Numark and his combat brothers, all the people who knew about this operation and paid attention to this operation all because of Shocked by the almost murderous attack, they didn't say anything, and they didn't have time to do anything. Between heaven and earth, only the long-planned plasma on the "Eslumnir" roared like a wild beast With that, it penetrated the deep battlefield and abyss in an instant, and ruthlessly smashed into the bow of Duran's flagship.

And the bow of the ship is where the main gun of the Duran battleship is located. The two most powerful forces collided like this, and then there was an unprecedented wave, which can be clearly seen in any corner of this galaxy. violent explosion.

The Duran flagship, which was bigger than the battleships of the empire, groaned unbearably amidst the explosion, and its huge figure even began to tilt, like a dying beast king.

The flames of the explosion enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant, illuminating the face of the Primarch who was thousands of miles away, while Zhuang Sen froze in place, like a stone sculpture, without any reaction.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

[Damn it! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

Roaring, this is a pure roaring, the closest to the fuzzy roar of a human from a beast that has torn its skin, the eyes of the Caliban lion began to burn, it was the anger enough to burn a galaxy, it was using anger, betrayal , despair and madness ignited the eternal flame.

Zhuang Sen grabbed the communicator, regardless of whether the [Sword of Numark] could hear it or not, he started his endless roar.

【what happened!I ordered you!Advance notice to Space Wolves!Now what's going on!What are those sons of bitches Ruth doing! 】

The Primarch snarled and raged, and it wasn't until his galaxy-shattering rage had subsided a little that the voice on the communicator could truly be heard.

The commander of [Sword of Numark] is also roaring and shouting, but this is more of a helpless move: the battlecruiser on the other end of the communication has obviously fallen into some kind of chaos and disorder, bursting into chaos. Sounds poured out continuously from the communicator, and the commands of [adjust muzzle] and [emergency contact] were everywhere.

"I'm calling them! Father! I've been calling them! I've been calling them since that goddam battleship came in! But they don't answer! They don't answer our comms at all! They don't fucking answer anything Do not listen!"

[Then use the highest authority!Urgent contact!No matter what, let those bastards stop! 】

Zhuang Sen was still roaring, but his roaring sound was suppressed again, because the [Sword of Numark] on the opposite side was filled with countless deafening sounds, and all the communication personnel were trying their best. As a result, countless emergency communications flooded to the [Eslumnir] like a flood.

"...Repeat! Stop attacking! Our men are up there! Space Wolves! Can you hear it? Can you answer? Repeat! Stop your attacking! This is murder! Please reply! Please answer! Sword! Repeat! Our people are on top! On Duran's battleship! Stop your attacks! Can you receive it! Please reply! This is the Dark Angel..."

Jonson's face was frozen, frozen in the noisy and chaotic calls, frozen in the flames of cannibalism, he seemed to want to roar, but it was useless.

And at the very end of his field of vision, all the Dark Angels' communication efforts were equally useless.

[Eslumnir] Against the final firepower output of Duran's fleet, they turned on their maximum horsepower and drew a savage arc in the ruins of the battlefield until they were less than Duran's flagship. At one hundred kilometers, it turned sideways.

Jonson sensed something.

[Morgan! 】

He roared almost instinctively, his voice hoarse, and at the same moment, Morgan bit his lower lip, and at a distance of thousands of kilometers, a psionic shield that appeared out of thin air protected the Duran battleship deck.

But it was too late.

The flames of the macro cannon were like a violent storm, and the second luminous spear easily tore through the last layer of protection of the Duran flagship at a distance close to the face. Under the full firepower of the miss, Duran's flagship rolled and burned, and large scarlet spider web cracks began to appear in every corner of it.

That was a call to self-destruct.

Beside it, the warships of the Space Wolves left contentedly like a pack of wolves who had eaten their fill.

And in the farthest place, big drops of sweat poured down on Morgan's forehead like a torrential rain at the end of summer. She tried her best to display her spiritual power, expanding that deadly ray from an almost impossible distance. shield.

However, it was too late.

Just when the shield was about to cover the entire battleship, like a thousand suns being lit up, a glare of red light suddenly flashed in the hinterland of Duran's flagship, and then, a wave of the largest, most explosive, most helpless The resisting power and kinetic energy surged out from its power cabin.

In an instant, the explosion is complete.

Whether it was tens of thousands of Duran people or hundreds of dark angels who jumped gangs, they were ruthlessly submerged by the flames. Duran's flagship was shattered and turned into a burning steel tomb.

Across countless stars, endless firelight shone on Zhuang Sen's face.

But even so, the current face of the Caliban Lion is still a kind of gloomy that never seems to be illuminated.

(End of this chapter)