"So, the first one to arrive is you, Lord Caliban."

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For Morgan, tearing through the thin psychic defense of the Scarlet Fortress is no more difficult than defeating a Word Bearer. The Spider Queen's silent sarcasm pierced the last obstacle at the moment the Lord of the First Legion gave the order, allowing

The passage leading to the core of the fortress appeared intact in front of everyone.

At least fifty of the best knights of the Ninth Knights joined this operation, and quite a few of them were [Paladins] who also served as bodyguards. Except for the Emperor, Jonson and Arachos, they did not have to

obey no one.

The knights formed a standard battle formation around the sword-wielding Primarch, and next to Jonson stood Morgan and Arachos. The former snapped his fingers seemingly casually, and the reality in everyone's eyes

The world dissolved in the endless latitude of nothingness, and the breath of coldness, death and mourning swept through the armor, as countless hostile souls roared towards the creatures that broke into this place.

But in the next moment, all the disgusting senses completely disappeared. Even the most sensitive Dark Angels could not confirm what they had just experienced: it was as if an endless abyss flashed before their eyes. Morgan lowered his finger

Before it even hung down to the waist, the scene in front of everyone was completely different.

Different from the ruins along the way, what appeared in front of them now was the most gorgeous hall. It was like the core of a spider web, with countless doors and secret passages, connecting hundreds of thousands of people.

Rooms and halls, one can imagine how noisy this magnificent empire core must have been in the past years: courtiers, warriors and governors came and went from every entrance and exit, plotting their own interests or flattering

In front of the supreme lord, quarrels and conspiracies are happening all the time, and those high Gothic windows like hanging arches will faithfully reflect all this, no matter how noisy birds are bustling, there will never be peace.

But at this moment, at this moment, there is only silence.

Deathly silence.

The Dark Angels were looking for their opponents, looking for the most brutal death struggle they expected, but they saw nothing. The entire hall was now empty, with only the blood-red high clouds combining the endless heat waves and the weak

The light comes from the distant sky, telling the reality that the world is burning.

The Lion King raised his sharp blade and pierced the tyrant's heart, ensuring that he was completely dead.

"Dulan also knows this, so they don't even dare to let me die. There are a hundred doctors around me every day, so that my pain can continue and I can live. For Dulan, this is the most important thing

Yes, as long as I am alive, they can see hope, because it is I who have brought and raised hope over the past thousands of years, and for that, they will do anything."

[All the questions and answers in this world are worth mentioning in the face of real reality.]

The sharp edge in the Lion King's palm cut through the air, illuminating his face without sadness or joy in the dim light.

【Now, I need your answer, Tyrant of Duran.】

"Now that you are able to show off your power and brag about the so-called [reality] with me here, it is just that fate is temporarily on your side and has pronounced my death."

"You don't think that I am the oppressor, do you, little brat of Caliban? You really can't see the anger and fury in the eyes of the Duran people. What a noble people they are. You can't conquer them.

, this world does not belong to you, even if you are so greedy for the technology and wealth here, and are even willing to waste time with me here, I still have to tell you truthfully, little bastard."

"Tyrant...tyrant..."

【nothing.】

[Nobility is the fresh orange slice next to the foie gras, Johnson. It may be indispensable, pleasing to the eye and making the dish perfect, but how many people will actually let it circulate in the body? 】

"You invade my country, burn my cities, slaughter my people, and then call me a tyrant."

"Ah...you really look like..."

Morgan shook his head.

"That's really flattering."

Tyrant Duran slumped in his chair, his voice was still pure and weak. Obviously, his body did not allow him to do anything: even utter a few coherent words in the softest voice.

[The tyrant is indeed talking nonsense, but this is not the reason for you to say such nonsense. Death cannot stop everything, Morgan. There is always some spirit and belief that can defeat death and time, and we call it noble.]

"Chance?"

"No, for me, this is too luxurious."

"I really want to know..."

Zhuang Sen's silence continued for a while, and then he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but an extremely arrogant voice filled the entire hall at this time.

"Do you know how long I've been here? Whelp from Caliban?"

【Follow me closely.】

He said softly.

"You can't conquer Duran. You and the so-called empire you are loyal to can only get Duran's body."

[How are you going to explain to him the reason why you snatched his grapevine? 】

【Why does he need to explain.】

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhuang Sen's mouth.

"It's even a waste."

Zhuang Sen tilted his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his green pupils looked directly at his blood relative.

[Death doesn't stop everything, Morgan.]

"Yes, no matter what, even if your battleship blocks the sun here, no Duran people choose to surrender to you. I have no request or coercion. Every Duran person voluntarily fights for this world.

die."

[Your poor little family can only find a home in the chaos and fragments of the past. This kind of thinking does not belong to the future. The future is filled with the most terrifying behemoths and the most powerful challenges. Anyone who can defeat them

There is only one race that is united, and for the sake of unity, I don’t mind killing a world and letting everyone bleed.】

[Originally, I was thinking about something about this Duran tyrant, but now, it is no longer important. He is completely dead, so everything about him is worthless. ]

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[You have had opportunities, even more than once. The current war comes from your original choices. Even now, you still have opportunities: Surrender. At least your remaining people, and even yourself, have a chance.

, an opportunity to return to the great cause of mankind.]

"Fate will not always favor you and your country, son of Caliban. One day, you will face the same despair as us: the army is pressing down, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the pride and perseverance you once had are in the face of an invincible and powerful opponent.

The fragility is incredible, the oath is abandoned, the trust is betrayed - hahaha, maybe it happens next to you."

There was naked ridicule in his eyes. Duran's tyrant stared directly at Jonson. Then, he looked at the other original body, but the moment he looked at Morgan, his

There was a subtle stiffness in his expression, and after a moment, a string of whispers came out of his dry lips.

Morgan obeyed obediently, as if the person who was arguing with the Lion King just now was not her, but at the same time, her voice with a hint of laughter also sounded in the Lion King's ears.

[If you really love this world as you say, then this is your last chance. My brother is coming, and he is not as good-tempered as me.]

Zhuang Sen took a step forward, and he drew his sword. The sharp edge reflected the light of choosing and devouring people under the dim light.

Zhuang Sen did not speak. In the space wrapped by the double-winged helmet, he stared at the monster closely. While carefully observing and analyzing, he stepped forward resolutely. Is that majestic lion sword?

The scratches scraped against the ground under the Primarch's feet, making a harsh sound.

The Lion King's face was cold. He stuck his big sword on the ground, and he himself was the sharpest sword: everything in this room was so weak compared to his figure.

.

Finally, the Primarch reached a position where he could talk, and only his daring advisor remained by his side.

[The judgment I bring to this world is the judgment of the Lord of Mankind, and what you, the tyrant of Duran, have to do is accept it completely.]

At the end of these luxurious objects was the target of the Primarch. From the beginning, Zhuang Sen's eyes were fixed there and never shifted.

"Tell me, primarch, if such a situation happened on your home planet, within the so-called empire of the Lord of Mankind, would you still be so indifferent and ruthless? Can you do this to me?

What?"

Then, there was a thunderous sound, the sound that would be made by at least a hundred pairs of iron boots stepping on the ground.

"I am proud of this, a son of the Emperor. Nothing makes me prouder."

That is the core of Duran, a tall and luxurious dark throne. Wrapped on the throne is an extremely lonely, weak and shriveled figure. He is wrapped in a priceless scarlet silk robe, only revealing those things that have become so decayed.

His face was almost like a shriveled specimen, with no trace of flesh on it. The traces of implanted teeth and bones were clearly exposed on the skin, making people wonder whether he was an old man who deceived the God of Death, or whether he was a human.

The most innocent and escaping monster.

"Yes, the verdict..."

"Only in the face of despair are people most real."

"Ah, two... no, counting the one outside, it's three."

Zhuang Sen did not speak. His pure black figure rolled up a hurricane in front of the throne. As the sharp edge flickered, the withered head of Tyrant Duran fell to the ground, making no sound anymore.

【This makes no sense.】

She seemed a little quiet, as if she was suppressing something. Her blue eyes looked at the gradually cooling corpse of Tyrant Duran, but her eyes were distracted.

[I have encountered countless such questions: similar, identical, and hysterical. I have killed countless tyrants, and most of their last words were this, and I have always had only one answer.]

And at this moment, the roaring sound of battle outside the fortress suddenly fell into a low ebb, as if countless Duran people gave up their courage at this moment and became cowards and defeated soldiers.

The Lord of Caliban stared at the old man in front of him. He did not speak immediately, but after an almost reserved preparation, he responded loudly with his declaration.

"Only in the face of a test can a person look directly at himself."
To be continued...