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 superpower like the Ran Dan Empire that could compete for hegemony in 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.
This sentence seemed to make Morgan stunned for a moment. She raised her head, which was about to read, and was silent for a while, showing a helpless smile.
She put on the formal clothes again, holding a book and a bottle of drink in her hands, while the staff was controlled by psychic energy and floated casually to the side.
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.
At this moment, the door opened, and he caught a silver figure out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly recognized who it was.
Morgan blinked, she could hear some contempt for mortals coming from the heart of the Dark Angel next to her.
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.
[It used to be, but not anymore.]
[I regard you as my left hand, Luther, a trustworthy part of me. I have handed over some of my responsibilities and powers to you, and I don’t want you to violate them or abuse them, and I don’t want to see you either.
Every order you make without my knowledge is a complete folly.】
"You are also a warrior and the hero of this battle."
"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."
[I actually didn’t expect you to be here, Lord Luther, but now that I think about it, it’s expected.]
ah……
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[It’s human nature, isn’t it?]
The Primarch nodded.
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.
"rest?"
He even doubted himself.
A bunch of cute little guys.
[When I fought side by side with them, everything was nothing, but when the battle was over, I looked around and found that there was no place for me.]
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..."
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.
Luther bent down, and his voice sounded exceptionally calm. He struggled to force the words out of his trembling lips.
Zhuang Sen, on the other hand, straightened up, like a goddess of justice raising her sword high.
【And I am neither.】
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.
[Go back to your logistics post immediately. That is the responsibility I assigned you, and it is your task. Do not abuse my authorization at will, and do not come here again. They do not belong to you and I will not allow it.]
"Ms. Morgan."
Luther lowered his head, lowered his head, lowered his head a little...
Luther said no more.
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.
He shook his head.
[They are Astartes, and neither am I.]
He just lowered his head and said nothing, his heavy body trembling, causing the sword at his waist to make a slight sound in the sword box.
[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!]
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.
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.
【But they are soldiers, I am not.】
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 directly 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.
He was so tall, and when he stared at Luther wholeheartedly, his emerald green pupils were like the vicious full moon hidden in the clouds on the mountains, emitting a chilling light.
【So, I am still alone.】
[They are the descendants of the Primarch, a natural part of the war, the true masters and indispensable part of this battleship.]
Jonson's few words deprived him of all connections with the war, and now, except for the resting hall of the battleship, where mortal crew members could rest, he had nowhere to go.
The obedient answer made [Lion's] face look a little better, but when he looked around at all the Dark Angels present, the corners of his mouth curled up again in anger.
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.
"Your will, my lord."
"...as ordered..."
【Go back to your posts.】
And Johnson didn't care either.
Finally, he took a deep breath and explained the rest of his work.
They have been staring at her for some time. Some of them are following the five hundred people beside Zhuang Sen, while others are new ones who have come with orders and secret words.
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.
She sat down, crossed her legs, spread the books on her thighs, leaned her staff on the side, and with a click of her finger, two wine glasses came up and were slowly filled.
The Primarch lowered his head, and his shadow was like a black night, covering Luther's body.
Luther lowered his head, and after a long time, he sighed slowly.
He still remembers the way those dark angels looked at him when he gave the order...
【Go to the deck.】
Jonson, [Son of the Forest].
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.
"I……"
Luther read it again and again.
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.
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There are only three words on the communication board.
"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."
Luther looked at this outfit and smiled.
He didn't want to tell the difference either.
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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.
"Do you really think you know him? Know a Primarch?"
Finally, when Luther began to doubt whether he could really resist this silent pressure, [The Lion] spoke again.
Luther thought a little lonely.
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.
The Primarch's voice echoed on the deck, clearly in the ears of every Dark Angel.
The figure of the Thousand Sons warrior flashed through Luther's mind. He nodded and accepted this statement.
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...
[Now, your battleships and soldiers will be under my direct command. Because of the unnecessary chaos caused by all this, I will withdraw my authorization. I will appoint another person for Geyimala's fleet and fortress. You need
Focus all your energy on my orders and your mission, Luther. This is what I need you to do, instead of causing trouble for me here.】
"You can see the starry sky better in the corridor, there is no need to come to such a remote corner."
"If you are here to comfort me, Ms. Morgan, then I accept your kindness, but it is not necessary."
But through the simplest volume of her voice, she also knew that she was about to witness a good show.
Morgan watched Hector join her teammates. Then, she turned her head and felt only a few gazes containing psychic power.
She muttered to herself, as if it was an answer, as if it were a complaint, and as if it was just a meaningless and random vent.
When Luther woke up again, he was already leaning on a chair, watching the Dark Angel's small battleships cleaning the battlefield in the distance.
He walked in the light, but looked dim.
[And the reason why I came here is also very simple. Ahriman has not returned yet, and I have nowhere to go on this ship. 】
"What do you think you're doing, Controller Luther?"
[Lion] I rushed down from the first Storm Bird, and after that, several 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.
And his eyes, like the eyes of an old man looking at a naughty child.
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.
【Now, disband!】
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.
He could no longer even fight with this man: it had become a dereliction of duty, a sin.
As Luther stood there, he couldn't help but think bitterly.
His hands were folded together unconsciously, and they were covered with crackling drops of sweat.
Luther's voice was serious and hoarse.
Luther couldn't tell what it was.
【That place does not belong to me, it belongs to those soldiers.】
Luther didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he knew the answer instinctively.
He murmured the name and watched the child grow stronger and grow 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.
【What are you doing here!】
Before setting off, Astralis's unabashed voice still echoed in his ears.
Luther's expression was a little frozen.
"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."
[My mission has always been made very clear, Luther. Even the stupidest soldier can understand it. I don't think you can't do it.]
Sweat dripped down Luther's cheeks along his somewhat messy hair.
The [Male Lion] covered himself from head to toe in black armor, which was engraved with some extremely simple patterns of red gold and silver, and there were no other decorations.
【Yes, I have fought before, and I am comrades-in-arms with them.】
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.
The array of the First Legion disintegrated in silence. Hundreds of warriors passed by Luther and walked into the corridor of the battleship. Some of them, or most of them, after the [Lion] left
, then cast a unified gaze on Luther.
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.
Like the auditorium of a trial court.
Morgan laughed.
Luther forced himself to stand up, smiled, nodded in greeting, the two shook hands, and Morgan naturally sat across from Luther.
Leon, [Lion].
【There is nothing to celebrate here.】
The voices of the mortal crew echoed in his ears. Luther stretched out his sweaty hands and accepted the message almost numbly.
"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 and rushes as soon as he gets the news, his fleet will not
He probably won’t be able to keep up with this battle.”
The hall feels empty, and that's natural.
Because now, even the lowest-level mortal crew members are busy. They all have their own positions and missions. They are part of this war and can take the honors brought by victory as a matter of course.
Morgan just played with his wine glass casually, and then brought the other one in front of Luther.
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.
Hector whispered a tribute to his genetic mother and returned to his companions. Before that, he did not forget to remind his mother.
[Perhaps this is the instability of subspace.]
【There really is nowhere to go except here.】
Luther was silent for a while, and then he laughed.
It was a hoarse, bitter, sad laugh.
Then, he took the drink from Morgan and drank heavily.