Chapter 99 Duran Farce (6)

【Unyielding Truth】

As hundreds of knights watched and waited, their only lord, the King of Knights of Caliban, walked calmly out of the shadows of the cloister. He was like a mythical man coming from an ancient scroll.

Breaking through countless fogs and noisy dust, he descended into the ranks of mortals.

Leon Jonson, Lord of the Dark Angels.

The wielder of the sharpest blade in the galaxy.

He was also the king who ruled Caliban and countless bloody battlefields.

But now, this former single husband is no longer lonely.

Coswayne is standing on the right hand side of his immediate boss Arachos. Behind them are the elites of the Ninth Knights, and further away, the Second Knights are neatly arranged.

and the best group of Dark Angels in the Sixth Knights, and the two knight lords who command them: Gale and Morion, are also there.

Everyone heard the sound of the iron boots hitting the ground, and it was impossible for everyone to hear it wrong: the unique intensity and frequency of the sound were unique among the legions, symbolizing the imminent arrival of their genetic father.

But this time, things seem to be a little different.

Even the dullest Dark Angel can clearly feel that the steady and heavy footsteps of their genetic father seem to be mixed with some crisper, faster, and sharper sounds, as if they are

A heavy mountain peak was covered with crystal clear white snow. This second sound was completely different from Zhuang Sen's footsteps, but there was no more sudden feeling.

And soon, their questions were answered.

The king appeared in front of his knights, and beside him was the silver-haired mortal. Although she was no longer wearing a long skirt, she was still so eye-catching.

Maid, advisor, confidant, buffoon, sycophant...

For a moment, countless identities and judgments echoed in the chests of hundreds of Dark Angels. Some of them may have been accustomed to Morgan following Jonson in the most dangerous battlefields. Others may have felt it from their hearts.

At the deepest level, he didn't care about Zhuang Sen's actual situation, but only regarded him as the most ordinary army commander.

But no matter who it was, when they really saw that [a mortal] with long silver hair drifting leisurely above many knights, in front of several knight captains and grand mentors, An Ran

When they were standing next to their genetic father, they still instinctively felt that this scene was so dazzling.

Coswayen sighed in his heart, sighing at the scene in front of him: the generals and soldiers were far away at the foot of the king's steps, while the commoners were proudly on top of the steps. Whether his genetic father knew it or not, no matter what

Is it in the hierarchical Seraphim or in the culture of the Knights of Caliban? What does this mean?

In other words, he doesn't care at all?

Coswayen is not jealous of Morgan. He knows that her dedication and ability are worthy of this position, but as a person who has been hand-picked to mediate the conflicts within the legion, he must think from the perspective of more people.

Coswayne's eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but look at the mortal next to the Gene Father, the silver-haired lady who had been accompanying them in the war for several years. She was wearing that black armor, with a look on her face.

A kind of humble smile, but from her plain and straightforward eyes, proud neck and straight chest, Coswayne saw a kind of almost innate majesty and confidence. These auras were inadvertently revealed.

What slowly overflows will only be captured by a few people.

He frowned.

The Lion King's confidant then looked at his genetic father, and then moved his gaze back to Morgan. His eyes wandered vaguely between the two, and he subconsciously felt that there was an inexplicable connection between the two...

Sense of similarity.

Causwayne may be the first person in the entire First Legion to have such an understanding. After all, in this Legion of Astartes, whose responsibilities, tasks and status are often changed and adjusted, he may be the only one with several figures.

Someone who has been in long-term contact with Jonson and Morgan for many years.

And now, he is taking advantage of this, recalling the traces left in his mind over the years, whether it is Morgan's extraordinary psychic power, or the strange behavior of his genetic father after Sisyphus III.

manner……

Coswayen did not think any more. After getting a vague guess, he took the initiative to stop thinking and analyzing the problem: This was not his task. Since the original gene did not speak, he must have his own

Plan, there is no need to make wild guesses.

And thinking of this, a somewhat vague memory flashed in his mind: when he led the mortal advisor to get the armor, during the intermittent time when she wore it, Coswayne finally found her somewhere.

After a long period of thinking and constant inner decision-making, I reminded the silver-haired lady in some obscure words.

She is not of the same type as them.

Type, a euphemism he chose from thousands of words, rather than more literal ones: class, race, collective, or whatever.

As a figure appointed by Jonson to reconcile the Terran and Caliban factions, Coswayne knew very well that although the Calibans who admired Jonson more had a more favorable impression of Ms. Morgan, those who symbolized

The Terran veterans of true power were dissatisfied with their genetic father trusting a mortal so much: Of course, this does not mean that they do not respect Morgan's power, but they are accustomed to using this reckless move as an entry point to express their dissatisfaction.

The dissatisfaction with Jonson's many actions is nothing more than that.

Coswayen had tried to use hints to get the favored lady to keep a low profile, and the armor incident was just one of many attempts, but Morgan didn't seem to understand what he meant.

Of course, it seems now that she just doesn't want to understand.

Coswayne lowered his head.

Some voice in his heart told him that from now on, there was no need for him to think about anything about this lady.

Could it be that his genetic father could still be bewitched?

He was amused by his own thoughts.

While amusing himself, Coswayne heard the sound of the Sixth Legion's Storm Birds arriving, and he subconsciously concentrated on doing his job well.

Before that, a vague idea flashed through his mind.

That Ms. Morgan.

The way she looks in armor is indeed much more pleasing to the eye than when she wears robes and skirts.

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Leman Russ arrived at the "Indomitable Truth" on a storm bird named "Helmgart", with only four Space Wolves behind him.

The Primarch of the Sixth Legion first looked around the place that greeted him: The hangar of the [Indomitable Truth] was a spacious but dark place. It could even be called a gloomy place, with only the occasional flash of the servo skull.

Illuminating some of the Dark Angels' armor.

Although this darkness could not block the vision of the Primarch and the Astartes, Leman Russ still subconsciously cursed his brother in his heart. After adapting to the openness and brightness on his own battleship, these dark

Painted areas are really unpleasant.

He even smelled something he didn't like.

The Wolf King's gaze passed over the phalanx of dark angels who were waiting, and stopped at the end of the gloomy kingdom. The king of this kingdom, his brother, was standing there.

The two Primarchs had talked before, but it was at a collective meeting convened by the Emperor. Through projection and psychic energy, they were separated by tens of thousands of stars, leaving behind hurried conversations and words.

This is the first time for us to have such face-to-face conversations.

The Wolf King of Fenris looked at his brother. The first time he saw Jonson, Leman Russ concluded that his brother was a king-like figure: this is really obvious.

His armor, his demeanor, and even the mink he wore specially during such a time of war, all seemed to express this clearly.

Perhaps at another moment, his brother can also establish his own kingdom, rule thousands of vassals through his wrist, strength and sword, sit high on the knight's throne, and control the endless stars.

When Leman Russ walked up to Johnson, he thought so.

【Riemann.】

Zhuang Sen called his brother's name softly.

Riemann comes from the Russ tribe. This is the true meaning of the name [Leman Russ].

【Jonson, my brother.】

The two Primarchs called each other affectionately, but their actual actions were far from that: no hugs or handshakes. The two Legion Masters maintained a relatively safe distance, a distance enough for them to draw their weapons.

.

[Your fleet performed reasonably well in the void, and you yourself kept your promise. Frankly speaking, both of these things surprised me.]

Zhuang Sen showed an insincere smile and softly commented on his brother, his green pupils exuding a hint of fearless arrogance.

[Maybe you are not as bad as the rumors say, but your descendants may not be. 】

[At least you and I have fulfilled our promises, so let this matter pass.]

Leman Russ smiled and ignored the topic, but then he raised a question that troubled him.

[Speaking of this, Zhuang Sen, how did you find this place so quickly? Tell me the truth, how did you do it? 】

The Lion of Caliban equivocates.

[Observation, searching, and some luck, but none of this is my fault, if you really want to know...]

He turned away, revealing the silver-haired figure standing behind him. It was not until this moment that Leman Russ really noticed this little guy hidden under his brother's extremely dazzling figure.

【Morgan, my psychic advisor.】

Jonson's brief introduction rang in his ears, but Leman Russ had no more energy to listen. The moment he really saw Morgan, the strange feeling on her body made the wolf with a keen sense of smell.

Wang felt something was wrong.

He took a look.

Take another look.
To be continued...