Chapter 67 Lion (3)

When the reinforcements of the Dark Angels arrived, or in other words, when the news of the [Manipulator]'s death was made known to every Randan warrior through the sudden collapse of the spiritual connection, the battle was completely over.

The last Ran Dan army did not choose to surrender. Everyone knew that in a war like this, there was no option to surrender. The remaining Ran Dan warships were forced back to the edge of the galaxy by the imperial army, and were undergoing constant explosions and confrontations.

gradually disappear.

The elites of the Dark Angels are still jumping on the last alien ship one after another, but the purpose of the battle has changed from a bloody fight to capturing as many of these valuable alien creations as possible, Ran Dan's remaining battleships, arsenal and even

The injured warriors were completely "disarmed" and dragged away. What awaits them will not be a bright future: just like they did to the defeated human army before.

This is not an easy victory.

It is true that more than a hundred battleships of the Randan Empire and more small battleships are now burning between the light and darkness of the Sabis galaxy. The constantly disintegrating and collapsing battle moon symbolizes an army containing hundreds of thousands of Randan.

Dan's elite alien main force was destroyed here. Even for a super power like Ran Dan Empire that could compete for the hegemony of the galaxy, this could be regarded as a crippling failure.

From a human perspective, this is like an entire Legion of Astartes being wiped out in the same galaxy, with no one spared from the Primarch to the lowest-level Legion servants. Such a battle is enough to upset the balance among the stars.

There is no doubt that this is a great victory.

But it's also stained with blood.

More than thirty battleships belonging to the Human Empire and twice as many cruisers have been turned into wreckage in the Sabis galaxy. Under the shining of stars and flames, there are also countless corpses and severed arms of the Dark Angels. Perhaps

There were three thousand people, maybe more. They either died in brutal close combat, or they were shattered into dust in the void along with their gang-hopping vehicles by the flying artillery fire.

The most tragic losses were those hundreds of Terran veterans who served as bait and resistance on Sabis 4, and then served as vanguards to attack the Battle Moon. When Jonson and his five hundred people turned around and killed them,

After passing through the last Randan garrison and reuniting with these scarred warriors, the Primarch briefly counted the number of people: there were only more than a hundred people left.

However, several of Hector's battle brothers are still alive: the ancient warrior Chiron lived up to his identity, he seemed to be the most calm one, Ajax had a shocking scar on his chest, and Salieri

The most miserable one was that his left hand was apparently blown off in a confrontation. After a simple bandage, it was still dripping with blood.

Hector whispered a tribute to his genetic mother and returned to his companions. Before that, he did not forget to remind his mother.

"Your Excellency Luther is the person in charge of Geyemara Fortress. His work station is not too close to the Sabis system. Normally, even if he gathers troops as soon as he gets the news, his fleet will be there.

He probably won’t be able to keep up with this battle.”

[Perhaps this is the instability of subspace.]

Morgan responded in the same low voice, and of course she knew why, because the laughter in her mind became loud again - although they never disappeared.

But through the simplest volume of her voice, she also knew that she was about to witness a good show.

Morgan wasn't worried that he wouldn't get the best seat to watch the show: the Dark Angel might let Hecht and others move around as they pleased, so just go over and take some necessary small steps.

But she can't do it. After all, she is an [Alaph] who has proven her strength. No one dares to let her wander around. When she was in the Thousand Sons Legion, her psychic abilities may have been mediocre, but here is the first place.

Legion, every corridor here is packed with eight hundred minds.

Morgan watched Hector join her teammates. Then, she turned her head and felt a few gazes containing psychic power.

They have been staring at her for some time. Some are following the five hundred people beside Zhuang Sen, while others are new ones who have come with orders and secret words.

ah……

A bunch of cute little guys.

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Sweat dripped down Luther's cheeks along his somewhat messy hair.

"You'd better realize what you're doing, Director Luthor, because it's hard for me to put into words the ridiculousness and absurdity of this behavior."

Before setting off, Astralis's unabashed voice still echoed in his ears.

And his eyes, like the eyes of an old man looking at a naughty child.

"Director Luther, the [Indomitable Truth] has just sent us a message, informing us that the Primarch is about to board the ship... There is an additional encrypted message at the end of the letter, which you need to open in person."

The voices of the mortal crew echoed in his ears. Luther stretched out his sweaty hands and accepted the message almost numbly.

There are only three words on the communication board.

【Go to the deck.】

Luther read it again and again.

Finally, he took a deep breath and explained the rest of his work.

Then, like a martyr heading to the execution ground, he adjusted his armor and helmet, slowly walked out of the command room, and disappeared into the corridor.

Some mortal crew members watched him go away, while several Dark Angel veterans who were also stationed here just glanced at the nominal commander casually and no longer cared about anything about this mortal.

Luther walked in the corridor, and the array of lights continuously projected on his helmet, making his pupils and sweat droplets change colors in the interlacing of light and dark.

He walked in the light, but looked dim.

Sweat drops, more and more sweat drops gathered on his forehead and the back of his neck. He knew that this was not a failure of the temperature regulation system, but some other mistakes, some mistakes he had made himself.

"What do you think you're doing, Controller Luther?"

"You are disobeying orders, [Lion]'s orders. This is what he hates the most, because this is the characteristic of every Dark Angel. This is the connection between us. You will not understand."

"Do you really think you know him? Know a Primarch?"

Astralis's voice echoed in his ears again. He still remembered that moment, when he heard about Jonson's plan and fierce battle in the Sabis system, he ordered the battleships almost without hesitation.

Set sail and go for reinforcements.

He still remembers the way those dark angels looked at him when he gave the order...

He even doubted himself.

When he used his identity as the commander of the fortress to forcefully order the Dark Angels to take action, was he anxious about Zhuang Sen's situation or...

Is he too eager for the battlefield?

He wanted to return to the battlefield, even if it was just to watch it from a distance and smell the stench of smoke and blood mixed together.

Luther didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he knew the answer instinctively.

At this time, he also walked out of the passage and came to the deck of the battleship. The dark light emitted from the void hit him, making him dazzling for a moment.

Hundreds of Dark Angels have already gathered on the deck, all of them were [reinforcements] forcibly brought by Luther through the privilege at hand, and the grantor of this privilege was none other than the Primarch himself.

The Dark Angels were divided into two teams, looking ahead, indifferent to Luther's appearance. There was a gap of about ten meters between them, enough for Luther to stand in the middle, and both sides were far away.

Like the auditorium of a trial court.

As Luther stood there, he couldn't help but think bitterly.

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[Lion] I rushed down from the first Storm Bird, and after that, several more Storm Birds staggered down. Some injured veterans of the Dark Angels lined up from above, and there was also a silver streak mixed in.

figure.

Morgan was like a broken shadow, hiding in the jungle of Dark Angel veterans. She even chose a good location leisurely, right next to the Dark Angel think tank who was monitoring her.

The top deck of the Imperial battleship is naturally an extremely wide place. Even if there are hundreds of Dark Angels standing there, it will not be crowded. And Luther himself is respected by everyone. Therefore, when the [Lion] strode all the way to

When in front of him, it looked particularly eye-catching.

"Leon..."

Looking at the overly tall Primarch, looking at the appearance and blond hair that he was all too familiar with, Luther couldn't help but speak, calling the name of his former adopted son.

Leon Jonson, this was the name Luther personally gave him after he dissuaded his colleagues Sword and decided to adopt this strange wild child.

Leon, [Lion].

Jonson, [Son of the Forest].

He murmured the name and watched the child grow stronger and stronger too quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was far behind him: in fact, decades had passed, but Luther always felt that

It was too fast, and I always felt that the person in front of me was still the child, the child who had just put on the armor and helmet and fought alongside him.

When he came to his senses, he looked at his former adopted son again, only to find that except for his appearance and this illusory name, the person in front of him was far from the one he imagined.

He could no longer even fight with this man: it had become a dereliction of duty, a sin.

Luther said no more.

And Johnson didn't care either.

The Primarch lowered his head, and his shadow was like a black night, covering Luther's body.

【What are you doing here!】

"I……"

[I have assigned you a position, assigned tasks and goals, and none of them require you to defy my will, abuse my authorization at will, and then appear here with an army!]

The Primarch's voice echoed on the deck, clearly in the ears of every Dark Angel.

Jonson's face was always like a frost-covered bloodthirsty sword. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him: Luther, his best friend, and his left hand.

The Primarch was silent for a while. He just continued to cast those terrifying, tormenting glances, letting them inflict on Luther like torture. He did not speak anymore, but everyone felt that the air on the deck was gradually changing.

It becomes cold and scary.
To be continued...