Chapter 128 The disappearing history

The storm raged, sweeping across the heaven and earth.

Like a sudden natural disaster, like a rising tide, like the most vicious gods ravaging unfavored people who no longer receive grace, like the most ruthless judgments that continuously burn the arrogant people who have committed crimes.

The pale lady slowly raised the corners of her lips, and the world began to burn.

Long preparations and tens of thousands of souls supported this huge offensive. The huge cost even made Morgan feel the most sincere heartache, but its effect was also particularly obvious: from the scorching sun to the sunset.

, while Morgan was leisurely preparing his spell, the Astartes army could only wipe out about one-twentieth of the fortress community, and the [Soul Drinker] screamed.

It completely defeated all opponents.

Tens of thousands of Luna Wolves, Death Guards and White Scars witnessed this wave of destruction that emerged out of thin air, witnessing this ingenious thing with a state of fear, shock, awe, or simply curiosity.

The migrating natural disasters accurately avoided every soldier loyal to the Human Empire, and reduced to ashes those who blocked their path to victory.

Then, those people who reacted first turned their eyes to the silver-haired lady who seemed to be able to do everything with ease. Their eyes were mixed with the kind of instinctive respect and fear for powerful people, with only a little firmness.

The observer would maintain a calm attitude in this situation: for example, Yesugei, who was in charge of the temporary command of the Fifth Army, was observing the storm stirred up by Morgan in an extremely calm manner, even more so than before.

Thinking of this appalling storm, he was actually more curious about the first company commander of the Death Guard Legion beside him who was obviously in some uneasy state.

And all of this, whether it is the awe, fear or jealousy from these angels of death, or even the rarest hatred and prejudice, Morgan does not care, because she knows very well that these emotions will not exist for a long time in the future.

It can't have much impact on her personally. She doesn't care what attitude the soldiers of these legions will have towards her.

The silver-haired Spider Lady is a complete profit-oriented person. Even if she can feel certain emotions slowly growing in her heart, it cannot stop her from judging everything in the world from the most utilitarian and calm perspective.

In addition to certain bottom lines engraved in her heart and genes by her creator, short-term interests and long-term interests are the most important basis for her to make any choice.

On the other hand, Morgan almost instinctively feels that looking at things from a cold perspective is the wisest choice. As for the so-called nobility, she does not think that these things that only exist in legends can really be achieved.

Anything that changes the world.

At least so far, although she has indeed encountered some quite tenacious enemies or resisters, some of the characteristics that shine in them are indeed in line with those qualities that she has recognized as noble.

, such as courage, loyalty and consciousness, but this does not prevent these people from eventually being wiped out in front of her or the empire's army.

Nobility did not save them.

Gao Shang couldn't even let her remember their names.

Therefore, Morgan insists on looking at and measuring everything in this world with calm and ruthless eyes, because the facts she has experienced have repeatedly proven that this is the most effective.

But even so, Morgan is very clear that there are some things that she must not violate. For example, even this extremely vicious spider lady also desires from the bottom of her heart that all races except humans are here.

Howling in endless purgatory.

Of course, it would be great if their souls could also wail in her belly at the same time.

The alien deserves nothing but this ending.

Such thoughts circulated in Morgan's mind again, and even the golden giant sword that had not made any sound for a long time was buzzing, seeming to echo her thoughts.

Morgan closed her eyes and fell into a state of meditation. Her ears captured the shouts of the Astartes warriors and the orders to assemble and transfer troops. Obviously, the battlefield had entered the cleaning stage. These came from three

The soldiers of this legion are busy with these tasks, but that has nothing to do with Morgan.

Compared with these, Morgan cares more about the thing he is concerned about.

She was eager to end everything about the Druun sector as soon as possible, end this war, return to the First Legion, return to the front line of the war with Ran Dan, and return to the side of the Emperor's executioner.

There was a big meal waiting for her there.

Now, she has accomplished the part she was responsible for in this war. Now, the only thing left before the complete end of this war is the final beheading of the three primarchs.

Hope they don't waste too much time.

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Horus indeed did not waste much time, but this does not mean that this operation was a smooth journey.

The ruler of Druun is an alien shape as huge as a mountain. It is entrenched in an underground ancient fortress thousands of meters above the ground. It has been integrated with this indestructible building. This bloated body has tens of thousands of

The blasphemous monster with its tentacles and derivatives did not hesitate to drain the souls of those around it even before the war began, allowing its power to expand to a level that was enough to temporarily suppress the three united original bodies.

Just to let Horus and others get close to this monster, the Storm Prophets who participated in the operation failed to survive. And when the Primarchs really got close to the culprit that caused the disaster in a sector, it was so blasphemous.

The monster spit out a ruthless whirlwind from its hundreds of mouthparts. This whirlwind was mixed with the most blasphemous and craziest taboo witchcraft that would not be recorded in any book.

Mortarion and Horus, who were rushing at the front, were unable to use their full agility due to the huge psychic pressure. They were hit, temporarily lost their strength, and collapsed to the ground, unable to fight in this battle.

make their own contribution.

And just when the Druun monster was complacent about his victory, the last storm prophet present did not hesitate to pierce his heart with a spiritual blade, and his soul self-destructed, thus temporarily dispelling it.

The huge psychic position set by the alien monster.

Seizing the brief moment brought about by the noble sacrifice, the Primarch of the Fifth Legion, like a thunder on a midsummer night, used his own sharp blade to cut off the huge head of this blasphemous monster, and a shrill sound suddenly sounded,

The evil thing fell with a crash.

Black blood dripped from the curved blade of the Lord of the Ice Blue Sky, dripping onto the pure white armor of his sacrificed heir.

The battle is over.

It lasted less than twenty minutes, but killed the bravest and wisest warriors of Chagatai Khan.

Among them are the Terrans and the Chogoris, among them are the warriors who stick to the ancient routes of the legion that Chagatai deliberately alienated, and there are also the closest companions that the Khan brought from the grasslands of his homeland, but now, they all

With the same identity, he will remain in this desolate and nameless world forever.

And when the results of such a victory were spread back to the three legions, no one was surprised. Only those soldiers who had friendship with the deceased would mourn briefly in their rooms and engraved their names.

On the inside of their shoulder armor, in the future, they will fight in the name of these dead comrades.

After all, in the Great Crusade.

Opponents like this are scattered like dust.

Sacrifices like this are as numerous as the stars.

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Mortarion's injuries were serious enough that he needed extra rest and treatment.

Regardless of whether the leader of the Fourteenth Legion was willing or not, he did help his two blood brothers withstand most of the damage in the battle, using his innate talents to fight against those who could destroy the company or even destroy the company.

The Legion's psychic wave, among the honors cut down by Jaghatai Khan's sword, more than half of the contribution belongs to Mortarion.

However, the two primarchs had a tacit understanding and did not mention this matter. The Lord of the Ice Blue Sky has never cared about this, and now Mortarion has never bothered to compete with his brothers for glory, even if it involves his contribution.

When Mortarion went to rest temporarily, only Horus and Jaghatai Khan were telling each other some emotions about this battle.

[Perhaps I should mobilize the Second Legion to participate in this battle. They always have some novel means or methods when fighting against these evil creatures. 】

Horus sighed softly. His warm and radiant voice like the sun was now mixed with some vicissitudes after the bloody battle. In front of his thoughtful blood brother, Horus did not make a choice.

What to hide.

Chagatai Khan did not answer his brother immediately. He just quietly watched his children being carried away one by one by their battle brothers, and watched them gradually disappear at the end of his field of vision. This Qiao

The Great Khan of Golis used his pupils and silence to hold the briefest funeral for these victims. Then, he slowly turned his gaze. After being silent and thinking for a period of time, he looked towards his brother.

He raised his own questions.

"You often mention to me the Second Legion that is still fighting under your command, Horus."

"I even feel a little regretful. If those warriors didn't replenish their blood in the southern part of the galaxy, I might be able to meet them and see what the best auxiliary legion you say is like."

"After all, for any Legion of Astartes, the title of Auxiliary Legion will not be too popular."

[They are an exception, my Goshawk brothers. If any one of the twenty legions does not care about honor that much, I think only the Second Legion and the Twentieth Legion meet this point.]

"What about those dark angels?"

Horus chuckled, and when he mentioned the First Legion, a trace of the rarest admiration flashed across his pupils.

[Even I have to admit, Chagatai, for a very long period of time in the early days of the Great Crusade, the First Legion was the undisputed leader among many legions. How could a legion like this not care about honor, honor? It has long become a part of their history and even their souls, but their pursuit of honor has turned into a deep-rooted and natural arrogance, so it does not seem so conspicuous.】

[As for my brother Zhuang Sen, he doesn’t understand this, or in other words, he doesn’t bother to understand this. Sooner or later, he will suffer for this. 】

Khan chuckled slightly, and then spoke in a somewhat sarcastic and teasing tone.

"Horus, your tenderness at this moment reminds me of the Emperor. It reminds me of the mask the Emperor wears."

[No kidding, my brother, when did our father wear a mask?]

"You should say when he took off his mask, Horus."

Khan's sarcasm was direct and did not conceal his personal attitude towards the human master of Terra, while Horus just chuckled without any further investigation.

The Shepherd God knew from the beginning how repulsive his brother was towards his father. He understood this and even had a secret joy in his heart.

There are enough brothers who are eager to compete with him for his father's attention and favor. Although he regards all his brothers as his true blood relatives in his heart, it is always a good thing to have one or two fewer competitors.

Horus couldn't help such thoughts forming in his mind. It was as if it was an innate instinct. Although in private, when no one was around, he would examine these dark thoughts in his heart during self-examination. and felt genuine shame, but he just couldn't suppress them.

"Okay, my brother, although I can't see them yet, I think you might be able to tell me why you care so much about the soldiers of the Second Legion."

Facing Jaghatai's questions, Horus just kept his sincere smile. He spoke softly, and some mysterious historical fragments unknown to ordinary people came to him at his fingertips.

[At a certain moment during the Holy Terra Unification War, before most of the twenty legions were actually deployed on the battlefield, the First Legion had already demonstrated its power on the battlefield. ]
To be continued...