Chapter 80 Torch

Morgan has always been a very docile person in front of the Primarch of the First Legion.

She will not oppose any orders, nor will she be found to have done anything that is either overt or covert. She always advances silently, hunts ruthlessly, or pours out her thoughts in an unabashedly lazy tone at insignificant moments.

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Jonson always knew that there was something wrong with her.

But he has never had enough reasons and motivation to eliminate this hidden danger.

This silver-haired woman has been following him silently. She has never shown true awe, but she has never let her value fall below the red line of being purged. Her abilities and achievements have grown with the spread of the war, and even

Even the most stubborn Dark Angel will respect and understand the fact that she exists on the Indomitable Truth.

Many times, when the [Lion]'s fingers lightly traced the pattern of the sword hilt, he was imagining the scene: the sword was unsheathed, tearing the air, slicing the snow-white neck, letting the cold sword

Blades and even colder air poured into the hot blood vessels, like a ruthless flood that broke through the delicate dam, sucking the fields, cities and life into an irresistible whirlpool, draining all vitality and

Sorrow sucks it all up.

She might die of blood loss, or she might die of pulmonary embolism caused by airway obstruction. If he had been stronger, her beautiful head would have fallen like an abandoned crown, but in that case

The scene was too barbaric and would remind him of some bad memories.

But there is no doubt, but it is inevitable that someone will bleed, and a lot of blood will be shed. The arrogant long neck of the white swan will be contaminated by the scarlet snake, and her face that is always filled with laziness and thinking may be

It will appear slightly purple, just like the rows of mellow wine she brewed.

In the end, that thin body will fall down without even a trace of dust rising. She may accept it calmly, struggle angrily, curse viciously, inquire unwillingly, or use small means of witchcraft.

and other unexpected methods to prove his unreal identity.

Anyway, everything will end.

As long as he really swings that sword.

Everything will end and go to the right ending.

His sensibility, his instinct, his human side, the flashy armor he put on in order to squeeze into the cage of the empire, are all roaring and admonishing, they long for his

The sword was swung out, causing wanton blood to splash onto the wall in everyone's shock, causing the malicious masked girl to die in a stunned whimper.

The Primarch's fingers rubbed the pattern of the sword's hilt, feeling the fishy sweetness soaked in blood and death.

The next moment, his fingers passed through all of this, patted the shoulder armor on the other side, and brushed away the ashes that had been blown away by the fishy wind.

He doesn't need to do that.

It is a waste, a shameful waste, a wrong judgment, a cowardly hesitation, and the most stupid behavior that costs far more than the benefits.

Look at this silent mortal. She can do many things, can overcome many sufferings, and can make him boldly take her to the most dangerous front lines, the worst battlefields, the most extreme areas, and the bloodiest places.

Her ability in the task is obvious to all, her attitude deserves recognition, and her death will not make people particularly sad. It is just a little more of her brother's narrow-minded discrimination.

And more importantly, the most important factor above all these reasons is: she is controlled.

Her residence is in his fleet, and her comrades are his most loyal children. Her neck, her head, and her fragile little life are all tightly held in his palms.

He didn't even need to take action, the hidden devices of Coswayne and Arachos were enough to make the most insane psyker as powerless as a lamb.

There is no reason for him not to make good use of all this, issue orders to his heart's content, and wield this sword to his heart's content, until she is completely broken, or he no longer needs her.

What reason does he have to refuse all this?

His rationality, his savagery, the shadow he left in the deep forest of Caliban, and the real [Leon Jonson] hidden deep in his heart all spoke of this truth earnestly.

This silver-haired masked girl still has value that has not been squeezed out. She is still controlled by herself. She has not yet touched her bottom line because of ambition and stupidity.

Therefore, she could still leave a small life to conceive her own plan in the shadows, and he didn't care about all that.

She can survive, for now.

But when he no longer needs her, she must get out of his army, or remain silent forever.

It won't take long, maybe a month later, or maybe after this battle is over, he will soon drive her away and drive away this hidden danger.

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Three years ago, Zhuang Sen thought this way.

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【Something is wrong.】

When they were only a short distance away from Randan's command center, Morgan finally spoke again.

[With all due respect, Mr. Zhuangson, don’t you think this is going too smoothly? 】

【It went very smoothly.】

There are no unexpected opponents, and there is no real death struggle. This core area that controls four million Ran Dan warriors and hundreds of millions of slaves seems to place all its destiny on that ethereal concealment.

Dan has never been such a weak race.

The Primarch nodded, and then he let out a chuckle. Through the lion helmet, the laughter turned into a loud sound that shook back and forth between the metal.

【so what?】

【so……】

Before Morgan could finish his words, Arachos rushed up from behind them.

"My Lord, Coswayne is reporting that a huge subspace energy is suddenly on our right side..."

【I've already seen it.】

Following the words of the Lion King, in the endless wind on the right side of the Dark Angel's front, a dark blue psychic door suddenly opened from the storm like the mouth of a giant beast, and it was just here,

Behind them, to their left and in front, portals were opened simultaneously.

They are so tall, dozens of meters high, silently telling the horror of the existence on the other side of the gate.

【What do you think this could be?】

Morgan heard Jonson's slow inquiry.

She didn't even need to think.

【If it is a counterattack, it will be too late.】

【If it’s a struggle, it’s too early.】

[But if this is an ambush, a trap, a big gamble using Ran Dan’s majestic war commander as bait to kill the [Lion] and [Soul Drinker] that are bothering them, then it is indeed a calculation.

good time.】

[I saw some familiar memories. It seems that they have guessed what happened in the Sabis system. They guessed how you hunted their compatriots in the first place, so they started to imitate it, although it failed. 】

[They think that the so-called hunting only requires placing the bait neatly, and then setting up traps and hunters. These aliens will never understand that what truly makes hunting successful is the noble, savage and cunning heart. 】

Through the steel helmet, the corners of the Lion King's mouth were slightly raised, and he spoke.

【It is indeed a big gamble.】

【But I have no reason not to eat it.】

[Arachos, call all the troops behind you.]

He spoke the order, and then turned his attention to Morgan again, watching this mortal tilt his head slightly, putting on an innocent look.

[Behind my Ninth Knights and five hundred people, there is a military formation of about a thousand people. They are all veterans brought from the Knights of Terra or Caliban. Before I came back, these one thousand people

Follow your command.]

[Stop those guys in the portal, I don’t care what they are, stop them, or destroy them.]

【They are not enough to make me give up a hunt.】

Morgan smiled, her pupils like the ice-blue sun standing in the storm.

【As you command, Your Excellency.】

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War is the most ruthless competition and the greatest teacher.

It is fair, brutal, ruthless, and methodical.

If you don't study, you will fall behind.

If you don't make progress, you will be beaten.

If you don't win, you will perish.

In the face of war, no one dares to be a lazy student. A delayed plan may be followed by the collapse of a front. A skill that is not spread in time may cause thousands of deaths. Even if you learn the basics,

Maybe in a few years, or even a few months, everything will look different, and you can only learn, continue to learn, study hard, and make progress.

Because in war, no one gets a second chance.

When the Empire and Ran Dan were fighting in the endless stars and worlds, they were also engaged in a silent contest in the greatest school in the galaxy.

On Mars and countless forge worlds, Tech-bishops and priests loyal to the Emperor risked everything to collect Randan's weapons and decipher their secrets, taking the greatest risks.
To be continued...