Anger, which is sweeter than drops of honey, rises, boils, and burns from the human chest like smoke.
Morgan forgot which book she read this sentence from, it seemed to be some mottled ancient book on Ahriman's bookshelf, but there was no doubt that she remembered it clearly.
But at this time, she felt it equally clearly.
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anger……
She felt it so clearly, so violently, so wildly.
So...ridiculous.
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The silver-haired female official sat on the false chair. She unbuttoned her hair, and her long silky hair swam like a snake on her back and wrists, turning into armrests and a chair to lean on.
The back, and the hair tips have become naughty pets, used to entertain this unavoidably boring time.
Morgan half-squinted his eyes, his green-blue pupils hidden in his thick eyebrows, and constantly looked at the actions of the Dark Angels in front of him: Arachos was obviously an experienced commander. After a brief hesitation, his words
Echoing in the cold upper air, he commanded the Dark Angels to drag the Space Wolves to places where they would not get in the way, while other soldiers of the First Legion guarded the periphery, holding all key points in their own hands.
:The war is not over yet, at least not completely. In the smoke outside the fortress, intermittent firefights can still be heard.
Then, he laughed.
But despite this, anger and fury still supported his onslaught, and each of his fierce attacks still forced Jonson to concentrate all his energy to fight: the Fenrisian was far bigger and stronger than his brother, he could
Withstanding more damage, even if his brutal attack only hits once, it will be extremely effective.
This is simply crazy.
Blood was constantly flowing from the dilapidated power armor, mixed with mud. At this moment, neither Zhuangson nor Russ looked like great figures capable of commanding the legion and the kingdom. Instead, they looked like two gangsters, two gangsters.
Drunkards, two idiots juggling in the heavy rain.
Maybe she should thank that mortal, the old man Dulan with a gray beard who died under her knife. What was his name?
Forget it, that's not important.
Then, he saw Jonson's staggering steps.
【伱...will you...surrender?】
He laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore.
They were both crazy, just crazy together, like the two biggest fools without a brain.
【You, surrender, no, surrender!】
"boom!"
Morgan raised a brow.
Zhuang Sen swayed and walked in front of the Wolf King. Half of his body was illuminated by the flames of war still burning outside, like a blood knight hiding in the darkness.
No one gave in.
For example, when the Primarch of the First Legion unabashedly expressed his trust in his mortal advisors in public, Morgan could feel the prevailing influence on the Indomitable Truth in the following days.
, respect and etiquette for her.
And it was during this constant observation and exploration that Morgan gradually discovered an interesting thing: maybe the Dark Angels did not respect Jonson as much as the Thousand Sons did to Magnus, nor did they respect him as much as the Thousand Sons did to Magnus.
The Iron Warriors are as arrogant as Perturabo, but even the most arrogant Dark Angel veterans, their words and deeds are unintentionally moving closer to their Primarch, even though they may not like him in their hearts.
"Brother, we're like..."
If before, these senior warriors only recognized her psychic power, then now, they are indeed expressing the attitude closest to "respect" towards the existence of [Morgan] itself.
The heavy rain poured down, mixed with the sultry breath in the dark red clouds, and continued to fall on the armor of the two original bodies. The dilapidated walls continued to disintegrate in the majestic heavy rain, revealing their fragile inner parts, which even made
This viewing platform has become less safe and secretive, but despite this, the two legion masters still have no intention of stopping.
【This! Is! A! Duel!】
Now, pure anger is supporting this battle. They have long forgotten the reason for the fighting. The pure soul of the warrior and the anxious desire for victory support them, launching attacks without thinking again and again.
"Two stupid idiots."
【what are you laughing at?】
No need to say anything, just fight.
Morgan saw this in the burning heart of the Dark Angel.
[For the sake of certain established perceptions and glorious images in your mind, knight.]
Tsk…
Russ uttered these words, and then he thought about continuing to laugh, continuing to laugh crazily until the end of time for this pure joy that he had not experienced for a long time.
Of course she won't stop it.
Russ seemed to be stunned for a while before he realized that his brother was asking questions. The Wolf King was also struggling to stand. His body was a little crooked at this time because one of his ribs seemed to be almost broken.
Both his arms and legs were as stiff as steel and as heavy as mountains, but the lion's will and steel were stronger and more stubborn than mountains. He ruthlessly ordered his body: continue to fight.
"What exactly are we doing, brother?"
…
He stayed for a while.
Russ seized this opportunity and ran headlong into his brother. The two original bodies were almost face to face, grinding each other's swords back and forth, and constantly hitting the crumbling walls around them.
What are they doing?
For a moment, this question entered Russ's mind, and then spread like a virus. The Wolf King of Fenris just stood there, motionless.
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Just like Magnus.
After all, whether in the eyes of Jonson or in the perception of the Dark Angel, there are thousands of emergencies in the galaxy, which are more troublesome and more troublesome than the lazy and willful Persian cat lady.
Requires full concentration.
He looked at Zhuang Sen again: his situation was even worse.
The Executioner's mission, the Great Crusade, the diseases among the Legions, the political disputes between the Primarchs, and even the fate of the human race were all forgotten at this moment.
Damn, crazy.
The two people struggled together, each waving their fists, their whip legs protected by iron boots roaring in the air, and the ground in the rain was filled with a slippery smell. Without paying attention, the two Primarchs were both
They fell to the ground, and then they didn't bother to get up. They just tore each other on the ground, beat them, rolled around in the dirt, punched each other in the face, and added their own saliva.
And similarly, once the sound of fighting behind the broken wall stops, Arachos will immediately cross the thin red line and go to his genetic father: even if it means fighting with the terrifying psychic in front of him.
He would not hesitate to deal with the possibility of conflict with others.
Zhuang Sen hit the wall heavily and did not get up for a moment. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity for victory, but when Ruth really stood up, he saw the puddles under his feet and his own condition: scars
Tired and disheveled, pain bit at every joint of his body, and every muscle was unbearably sore and hot. Even his wolf skin had been roughly torn into pieces, leaving only pieces.
Tattered trash.
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However, in front of the Caliban Lion, who already knows Morgan well, his blood relatives can naturally be more casual and willful because they have no secrets from him.
"The Emperor's eggs, brother."
At least, he doesn't seem angry anymore.
Ruth laughed, laughing louder and louder, coughing while laughing, and kept spitting out large amounts of blood in her throat.
"...What are you talking about?"
He saw...
And all the willfulness, arrogance and arrogance are just the probing tentacles that Morgan extended towards Jonson and the First Legion.
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Especially after Johnson expressed his trust in Morgan, even the anti-psionic veterans surrounding her gradually dispersed. Morgan could freely walk among the fleet, or carry out his own small business.
.
And this is just one of her gains during this period. Using the Dark Angels Legion as a template, and supplemented by a glimpse of the Thousand Sons Legion and the Iron Warriors Legion, Morgan mentally analyzed the relationship between the Primarch and the Iron Warriors Legion.
The magical chemical reaction between the legions.
Zhuang Sen waved his lion sword, almost numbly squeezing the last bit of strength from his arms. His two hearts were beating faster and faster under the urging of his firm will, commanding every muscle and nerve tyrannically:
Just a little more strength, hold on for one more round, and attack again.
After all, her instinct told her that she seemed to have a relatively long relationship with Zhuang Sen and the First Legion.
Thinking of this, Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of funny logic about fate and success or failure. She really didn't expect that a sudden thought after a failure would become the key to her first step.
Zhuang Sen got up staggeringly. Most of his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were still blazing like a torch.
Finally, Ruth, who was superior in brute strength, took Zhuangson's blow forcefully, and then punched him on the temple. This was a successful blow, and he completely broke the lion helmet.
, even Zhuangson fell into a moment of confusion and sluggishness. Ruth seized the opportunity. He struggled to get up, kept slipping on the muddy ground, and finally took one of Zhuangson's arms and threw him away.
go out.
In front of the First Legion, who didn't know much about Morgan, as a mortal confidant of the Lion King, a powerful Alpha-level or even higher-level psyker, he naturally had to maintain a certain degree of reserve and arrogance, even relying on the Legion.
The Lord's gradually growing [arrogance] is also understandable.
Morgan always wants to truly know and grasp, in this powerful group, her authority, her degree of freedom, her status and identity, and the greatest possibility of her being able to act according to her own thoughts and thoughts.
How much, and can we go further?
A wave of laughter came from the Wolf King's throat, and waves of joy and absurdity danced in his chest. He just stood there, laughing.
Zhuang Sen rushed forward and continued to fight with his brother with his big sword. At the same time, his other hand grabbed the black wolf skin on Ruth's body, but the huge force instead tore it into pieces.
The fur was removed, leaving only the complicated rune pendant clinking on the ground.
After all, just like in front of her only blood relative: Jonson, the Spider Queen's occasional willfulness and arrogance in front of the First Legion is just a kind of temptation that never stops.
Russ swung his fist heavily, wiping the already dilapidated lion helmet, and hit the marble statue behind Jonson, which may have weighed a ton. In an instant, the precious exhibit would be genetically modified.
The blow completely shattered it into pieces, and while the bricks and stones were flying, Zhuangson also seized this opportunity, grabbed Ruth's outstretched arm, pushed his shoulder, and threw his brother into the wall on the other side:
During this time, their other hands were also holding their respective swords tightly, biting and trembling in mid-air.
Ruth couldn't help it anymore. He raised his head and laughed heartily.
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fighting.
But at the moment they stopped, the two original bodies who were separated again struggled to get up. The anger in their eyes still did not diminish at all, but: the Lion Sword had disappeared in the chaos just now, and Kraken
I don’t know which corner it rolled into.
【I don’t suggest you go in now.】
She nodded, thinking so in her heart, and at this moment, a violent impact sound came from behind her, it was like two huge hammers smashing through the rotten wall, tearing the entire
Room.
Morgan noted this secretly.
In the next moment, both men clenched their fists, and then, like pure beasts, they roared completely meaningless words and launched a charge again.
For example, the understanding of emotions.
Driven by curiosity, Miss Persian Cat secretly explored her psychic powers and observed some of the conditions inside.
Obviously, even in the First Legion, where the image of the Primarch is not so strong, Jonson's words and deeds can still easily change the attitudes and thoughts of most soldiers, which is like a brand in the blood.
This time, there is no art of fighting and no rules for fighting. The two once great and wise primarchs have become completely beasts driven by anger. Their only desire now is to completely defeat their opponents.
land, win the victory.
Jonson and Russ, at this moment, they were twisted into a ball under the influence of gravity and slippery friction. Their power armors were hooked together, and the two original bodies were like an irregular
Like an iron ball, it fell on the stairs, rolled down, smashed through the fragile building, and fell into the space at the lower level, splashing dust.
She raised her head and found that Arachos was also looking at her. The Dark Angel did not take action immediately, because after the impact, the sounds of roaring and fighting soon started again.
No one compromises.
She believes that one day, she will use this.
The never-ending battle.
Morgan even noticed that Arachos's attention was always focused on the remaining wall behind her, where the sound of the Primarch's fighting continued, and Jonson's angry shouts could even be heard from time to time:
This is the biggest reason why the Dark Angels will stay here honestly. They are sure that their genetic father is still safe and sound, and they also know that even if they rush in rashly, they will not be able to help.
The influence of the Primarch on the Legion seemed to be stronger than she imagined. No matter how the Astartes felt about their Primarch, they seemed to innately take the Primarch's cognition and behavior as a matter of course.
The laws of truth and reality.
Jonson and Russ, they struggled and clashed, tall figures lingering on the left and right sides of the platform, until the winner was briefly determined again: Caliban's King of Knights successfully captured his brother
Due to an oversight, his sword edge forced Russ all the way to the side wall of the viewing platform: this place had been damaged in the previous battle. Under the impact of the heavy rain, half of it had collapsed, exposing another room.
The stairs, and the space half a floor below.
"……What?"
"Do you know what we look like now?"
Then, she met Arachos's gaze again and showed a silent smile without emotion.
He took a step and stumbled towards his brother, his fists clenched tightly.
He saw the fist raised high and stained with blood.
On the opposite side, the situation of the Lord of Fenris is not optimistic at all: Russ's limbs are already riddled with scars, especially the wound on his right leg, which has obviously affected his performance in battle.
Rhythm and speed. Obviously, in the competition of swordsmanship and skills, the Fenrisian is far from his opponent of the Caliban brothers. Although he can also hurt his lion brothers, these injuries are far less than Jonson's counterattack.
Not worth mentioning.
Finally, under the impact of another confrontation, the side wall that had long been unable to support completely collapsed, even taking part of the floor with it, implicating the two original bodies who refused to take a step back.
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She is not too worried about the harm her actions will bring: as long as she is still the effective blood relative, as long as she is still the powerful psyker, as long as she is still the one walking in the center of the battle line, directly or indirectly saving people
With thousands or even tens of thousands of Dark Angels veterans as the backbone of the Legion, her little willful behavior would naturally be laughed off.
The iron fist was swung down, and the tall, undefended body of the original body fell down. Zhuang Sen looked at his brother, looking at his silly face that was still smiling before he was knocked unconscious.
He spit, and the last weak words slipped into Leman Russ's ears like a wisp of smoke.