"I remember you drawing your sword against the Primarch?"

"Yes, twice, but that was a long time ago."

"Who are they?"

"That's not important. What's important is that the first time I only lasted three minutes, and the second time it was five minutes, but they were both unquestionable defeats: not a deadlock like me and Acudona.

It is a failure, but a real failure with no hope at all.”

The captain of the second company of the Dawnbreaker Legion was gasping for air. His team was the first reinforcement to arrive at the scene of the incident after hearing the explosion.

The continuous mechanisms along the way more or less hindered their progress, but after putting aside those comrades who could not escape for the time being, more than thirty elites of the Second Army successfully arrived at the former place within one minute.

Before the Primarch's private lounge.

And the reason why it is said "once" is because the place at this time is already in a mess, and there is no trace of elegance and solemnity at all. Only the billowing smoke of gunpowder obscures the corridor, making every Dawn Breaker witness such a scene.

His face turned gloomy.

In the faint smoke and dust, everyone could see that the wall of the original body's private room had been violently broken into a large hole, as if it had been smashed by some arrogant fire punch. Several people who were left guarding the door

The Old Guards had been knocked unconscious, but luckily they were not affected.

The pace of destruction did not stop there. The long corridor in front of the original body's private room and many exquisite bedrooms were also affected, and turned into collapsed ruins. In this way, extending at the core of the Glory Queen-class battleship,

A road emerged from the wasteland, leading to an unknown area at the end of the field of vision. The faint sound of explosions could still be heard echoing.

The faces of the sons of Morgan were extremely bad. They looked at each other, and under Bayar's order, a few people were left to take care of the fainting battle brothers, while the rest followed the wasteland road,

Keep moving forward, eager to find and capture the murderer, the bastard who destroyed the home of their genetic mother and brought shame to the entire Second Legion.

They had no hesitation: even though they had already guessed what kind of monster the murderer would be.

…

"She really made a monster."

Midnight Ghost panted heavily, climbing into the shadows that were the only thing that could make him feel safe. He took the time to breathe and adjust his fragmented plans and thoughts.

At this time, the King of Night was already far away from his mission goal. Because of a factor that he didn't care about at all, his entire plan had been completely overturned, and even he himself was embarrassed.

His dark blue armor was smoking, from head to toe. It was the result of him accidentally being passed by an energy beam. There were also pits on the shoulder armor and cape, as well as those on the long black hair.

The fire marks like moths silently told what kind of terrifying and ruthless firepower network he had to face: the kind that even the Primarch had to temporarily avoid the edge.

Midnight Ghost had never systematically studied the empire's war system, but his talent as a Primarch was enough for him to recognize what Morgan's creation had just pulled out to deal with him.

Gauss cannon, linear particle cannon, electromagnetic accelerator cannon, plasma torrent, volcano cannon, storm blaster, honeycomb missile...

Who knows what he just went through.

The inhuman creature simply chased his figure, and then poured firepower wantonly into every shadow where the Primarch might exist: thus, the Midnight Ghost was forcibly forced out of Morgan's room, and had to stay in the room.

Hiding in the empty corridor XZ.

He was not fast enough to avoid the constant psychic radar, and the armor on his body was only of a simple type, unable to block the continuous firepower frenzy. The King of the Night had to retreat again that night to avoid a series of hives aimed at him.

When the missile hit him, he knew that he had lost the opportunity to get a glimpse of the truth, because the most critical minutes were wasted like this.

Conrad knew that he actually didn't have any options: as long as he didn't hide in the empty corridor, but instead ran into rooms filled with people, he could quickly get rid of the firepower and make people suffer.

The pursuer behind him threw a rat weapon.

But such an idea only appeared in the heart of Midnight Ghost for a moment, and was spurned by a certain bottom line in his soul. It was completely turned into ashes and turned into evil that the current King of Night would never use.

OK.

Curze rolled back and quickly dodged a burst of hot plasma: after the initial bombardment, he could clearly feel that the pursuer's firepower was becoming sparse, although he was not sure whether it was a trap.

, but Midnight Ghost keenly found an opportunity.

After inducing the next round of offensive to smash through the wall behind him, Conrad dodged and jumped into the complex ventilation ducts in the wall. This was his kingdom, and it was also a mist that Morgan's creations could not pry into.

field.

"...like a mouse."

Hundreds of meters away, Virgo couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She stopped projecting her firepower for the first time, and while mobilizing the energy from other parts of her body to her back, she raised her head, preparing for another detection.

But just after this short pause, changes occurred: the high wall behind Morgan's maid suddenly collapsed, the high hanging ceiling was destroyed by pure violence, and the midnight ghost sprang out from it like a dark cannonball, his

The broken claws exuded a frightening light.

"!"

Virgo reacted quickly. She turned around and mercilessly split the attacker's long hair horizontally with the giant ax in her hand, but the Midnight Ghost was faster than her: before the first ray of edge arrived, the King of Night

The two claws that were ready to attack accurately grasped the wings of fire on both sides of Morgan's creation. Relying on the innate brute force of the Primarch, Conrad only showed the slightest smile, and then

The deadliest firepower hub was pulled out abruptly, revealing the tangled cables crackling inside.

Virgo, who had long lost her pain-sensing nerves, had a cold face. Her giant ax failed in the face of the midnight ghost's agility, but it still left a ferocious horizontal scar on the chest of the damaged armor.

"Don't get in the way."

The King of Night smiled indifferently. He easily grabbed the giant ax and pulled it over, leaving only the crisp sound of Virgo's two thin arms being instantly dislocated. Then, he held the ax in his hand.

The sharp weapon lightly used the handle of the ax to hit Maid Morgan's neck. This powerful blow caused Virgo to hit the wall heavily, and then fell down powerlessly, falling into a chaotic stage where she was temporarily unable to move.

.

Vaguely, Midnight Ghost could feel the psychic shield protecting Virgo's head: but in the face of the brute force of the Primarch, these protection methods were obviously not enough.

Midnight Ghost suppressed his smile. He took a serious look at the little guy who ruined his plan. After confirming that the dark cloud of death did not hang over her head, Conrad withdrew his gaze and took a second.

Let’s consider whether we should seize the time to complete the goal that has been delayed for too long.

But soon, another sound helped him end his thoughts: it was the sound of silent but solemn footsteps, closely following a person who interested the Primarch.

…

Bayar rushed through the corner of the corridor, and his first move was to determine the current location of the target, as well as the surrounding environment and available terrain advantages.

A relatively narrow corridor, a pure one-way passage, far away from the noisy area, and there are no signs of traps for the time being: if it is to be used to hinder a Primarch, then this is the perfect place.

His eyes quickly glanced at Virgo who fell at the feet of the Primarch, but he had no more time to mourn for her. The nearly two hundred year old Terran veteran just ordered everyone in the lowest voice to provide firepower here.

support and then asked a question.

"How long will it take for the Primarch?"

"About...three minutes."

Bayar nodded without any hesitation in his answer.

"I know, then leave it to me."

Then, he took a deep breath, grasped his two swords, one long and one short, and walked into the shadows of the corridor, walking into the midnight ghosts who looked at him with interest.

He looked at the monster, the culprit who caused all this, the person who could kill him countless times in three minutes, and slowly lowered his body and tightened his grip on the weapon.

"Please advise, Your Excellency."

——————

"Where is he! My brother who caused great trouble! Where is he!"

Before the light of the psychic teleportation circle had time to converge into a real entity, the fully armed Lord of Macragge rushed across the border between reality and illusion without hesitation, stepping on the ruins of the flagship of the Second Legion.

among.

Behind him, the gloomy-looking Spider Queen, as well as the best warriors of the two original bodyguards of the Astartes Legion, poured out like fallen leaves in a dense forest. Auguston and Rana were

Their leaders, two powerful warriors, have their weapons loaded and ready to fire on anyone, even if the target is another noble Primarch.

Without anyone's guidance at all, when Guilliman saw the road of ruins spreading on one side, he disappeared in front of everyone like a whirlwind. Only the Lord of the Second Legion, who also exuded terrifying pressure, could follow.

on his angry footsteps.

Like a jackal stalking his prey, the Lord of Ultramar quickly found Bayar, who was surrounded by battle brothers and looked seriously injured. There was a pool of blood at the feet of the chief swordsman of the Second Legion, except for him

His own, and those belonging to another Primarch, spread all the way to distant places.

Morgan walked up to Bayar, put his hand on his chest, and used silent spiritual energy to repair his hideous wounds: the claws of the midnight ghost pierced Bayar's chest, but it was not enough to take away

his life.

Dawnbreaker coughed heavily.

"One of my swords remains in his chest, my lord."

【……】

【I know, well done.】

Looking at the blood relatives who squatted down to heal the heir and the maid one after another, Guilliman waited in silence for a while, then raised his head and gave orders to the heir who kept coming behind him.

"You stay here, Morgan and I will go and bring back our brother who made a big mistake and make him realize how ridiculous his behavior is: everyone stays here, no one is allowed to interfere anymore, this is

Things between the Primarchs!"

Anger radiated from the Lord of Ultramar like a heat haze. No one dared to disobey his orders. After waiting politely for Morgan to heal the injured, Guilliman nodded and said with his eyes
To be continued...