In the forest of Caliban, on that rocky sandy land, in the quietest and most sultry sparse moonlight without even a sound of wind, the beast existed, breathed, and longed.
It lives in his dreams.
He can see it.
It walked through the low jungle, retracting its sharp claws into the padded soles of its feet. Its thick skin and hair moved freely through the dense net like thorns, just like a calm eel passing through the sea rocks.
Among them, its white belly was almost close to the ground, allowing its two strong hind legs to continue its majestic power, and its hard tail kept shaking left and right, beating the soil under its feet.
It was like this, walking silently in the dense forest, like a dark shadow, exuding a heavy aura of hunger and bloodthirsty.
The huge and exaggerated head emerged from the depths of the dense bushes with a rustling sound. The thick mane wrapped around the fragile neck, almost hanging to the ground. And kissing the ground with these hairs, there was also the
The gurgling saliva exuding a foul odor formed a stream.
This giant beast moved forward in the shadow of the high forest, driven by endless hunger and bloodlust, bringing lingering shadows to countless lands and streams. Wherever it walked, huge shadows covered
With the last light gone, only the pair of fluorescent green pupils exuded the majesty of a predator.
It looked over.
[I do know it, but I am looking forward to your answer, Lord Johnson.]
Urged by some instinct in his heart, he threw the stone far away, and then he discovered his most wonderful tool.
But it still didn't die.
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Zhuang Sen opened his eyes, only to see an endless tide of beasts tearing through the curtain of the deep forest. These bloody flesh-eaters formed an unstoppable wave, and their pupils were all a nihilistic scarlet color.
【What do you want to talk about?】
[This is my responsibility. I gave him a task that he cannot complete. I overestimated his power.]
He pounced on the beast, the king of the deep forest that was huge enough to easily swallow a mortal. It was like a great lion, and also like a giant bear that had awakened. When it stood upright, it might
It's five meters high.
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But it's too late.
As he approached, he could see the turbid pupils created by pure ambition filled with shock, followed by a savage fury. It was the primitive anger of the top carnivore when he was provoked, in the deep forest.
One of the rules to follow in order to survive.
Warmaster.
[I have ordered Asmodeus to cleanse your memory. This order has been issued more than once, but obviously, his ability is not enough to complete such a task. ]
Finally, he raised his head and roared.
Continuous slashing.
Until the sharp rock finally cracked completely on the extremely thick fur and could no longer be used. Holding the remains of the first tool in his hand, he fell into some kind of confusion for a moment.
It is meat.
Johnson took a deep breath.
【Before everything starts, maybe we can have a brief chat.】
【You can choose a more rational puppet.】
He raised his sword and struck.
[If Nemir did not disappoint me, then I should confirm that you were born into the world as a princess of a country. As the daughter of a king, your rhetoric seems extremely pale.]
A hoarse roar came.
The most terrifying force hit the beast, and he punched it selflessly, one punch after another.
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The Primarch's answer was still sarcastic laughter.
Wielding the stone that had just been sharpened, the vaguest instinct in his mind guided him: Make it, lift it, and use it until you see blood flowing everywhere, until there is no more foul-smelling breath, that is safety
symbol of.
[All the education I received from birth was to kill and devour, and nothing else. This is really a pity, Lord Johnson.]
The roar of the beast king echoed in the deep forest, the sounds of twisting and fighting lingered in the valleys one after another, and the towering giant trees collapsed, witnessing the ruthless moonlight from high in the middle of the night to falling down from the sky.
The beast is not dead yet.
He roared, but his face was still as cold as a glacier that would never melt.
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A huge palm that could shatter rocks struck his back, making Zhuang Sen tremble, but he didn't react at all. He just held the sharp stone high, again and again, and again and again.
smashed down.
[I don’t care about your words, your expressions, your lies and deceit, I will get what I want from you.]
He looked at it.
Lift it high.
Zhuang Sen's pupils flashed with light, it was the flames of hunting witches that were burning brightly. For a moment, he couldn't wait to burn something.
[Since the master of the empire can allow the seal bearer to become the actual manager of the empire and the master of all bureaucratic, tax and political events in the world, then when he chooses to return to Holy Terra because of certain things, what will happen?
What reason is there not to entrust the honor and responsibility of the Great Crusade to a truly great commander?]
The fingers wrapped in the gauntlet were bent and gripped the sword blade tightly.
【enough!】
【You peeked into my heart.】
It's hungry.
【So……】
The lion narrowed his pupils. He stood his sword on the ground and stood about ten meters away from the strange beast. This was an extremely suitable position for taking action and retreating.
He tore through the thick mane and bit into the softest throat. The smelly hair flowed into his throat along with the sweet blood. His pupils couldn't help but light up, and they also glowed.
green.
But despite this, the giant beast still did not die.
Just when the laughter stopped, Zhuang Sen's eyes couldn't help but filled with vicious hatred, because he was witnessing a rather blasphemous scene.
【Everyone will consider this a great honor and a self-evident status.】
The spider girl continued to speak, and for a moment it was unclear whether it was the corpse of the spider that was making the sound, but the simple shadow girl was exuding her own will, or perhaps it was just a powerful psychic power that made the voice cross the line.
Passing through countless dimensions and spaces, it came together with the faint chirping of birds on the skyline.
This is a valley, a pit of bones, and the most efficient hunting net.
Zhuang Sen was silent.
He can't stop.
[If you can only use some makeshift words to maintain the so-called riddle in your mind, then this conversation will end at this moment. My psychic consultant, you know my attitude.]
【I am not Magnus.】
Jonson remembered it all.
[But the most silent dedication, the strongest will, the strongest ability...]
Cut.
Not them.
Two laughters echoed in the deep forest at the same time, one was as cold as an iceberg, and the other was as hoarse as a beast.
【Literal meaning, Your Excellency.】
This word made Zhuang Sen's brows furrow.
【I did come alone.】
【Warmaster...】
life.
[But will there be true loyalists? Seeing that what this position requires is not the so-called unlimited scenery...]
[There is a difference between kings, Lord Zhuangson, some kings just want to use everything in their hands to make every piece of land in their sight start to burn. 】
He is laughing.
Zhuang Sen was silent.
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[Similarly, I thought you would come alone, Lord Zhuangson.]
It roared, twisted, and struggled, its fluorescent green pupils bursting with the light of survival.
That's all.
At that moment, he felt it.
The deep forest is silent, silent among the corpses of countless beasts, silent among the stench of blood.
[The Imperial Crusade burns the galaxy. From the most sacred throne to the most remote star abyss, tens of thousands of wars are started every moment in the name of this great crusade, and the Emperor rules this war.
Those who go on expeditions are undoubtedly the masters of all wars, and they are...]
[I already understood all this when I was in Wollaston, and being in Billiven only made me more convinced of this. A psyker who can destroy titans and battleships cannot be so docile. You guys
How can a hurricane whose strength is borrowed from the most violent seas be as weak as the morning breeze?]
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[Will you explore which school your brother Magnus’s psychic abilities belong to, Your Excellency?]
【Glib tongue.】
He is the attacker.
He opened his mouth, held his sword, and advanced slowly on the muddy land covered with rotten leaves. The sparse light passed through the layers of branches and leaves, shining on his face, just like the stars at night favoring the heroes under the moon.
lion.
The big sword stood on the ground, turned over slightly, and reflected a shocking light.
He was not asking, but affirming.
He could feel that he had smashed through the remaining intact fur and pulled out internal organs that were almost minced meat. The numerous skeletons had long since turned into a pile of fine powder, and along with the last blood, the flow of
All over the floor.
Layers of pale threads spread across every corner hundreds of meters across the dimension, wrapping the shriveled corpses of countless insects, reptiles and even carnivores. Not surprisingly, this is the most successful hunting net, deep forest.
China and Japan enter the treasure house of fighting for gold.
It craves flesh, bleeding flesh.
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He split open another natural wall composed of giant trees tens of meters high, and finally, a sufficiently wide field appeared in front of him.
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[I don’t know where you heard these illogical rumors, because as far as I know, you are a psyker who majors in the psychic system, although your performance has never been consistent with this.]
She had no facial features or limbs, and only endless darkness occupied everything, as if an extremely precise black mannequin had been skillfully placed on the spider's pale body.
The sound echoed for a long time, reverberating in the deep forest, reverberating in the valley, and reverberating in Zhuang Sen's chest. The sound struck his mind and will, making his heartbeat slow down for an insignificant moment.
It wandered in his dreams.
【With the greatest loyalty.】
This monster that only appears in nightmares slowly raised its head, and the corners of its ferocious mouth and fangs still retained the juices that existed when it sucked its prey.
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[A very simple topic, Mr. Johnson, you will be interested in it.]
Driven by the most instinctive desire, the King of the Deep Forest cast his gaze at the fallen trees and at the strange creature standing under the moonlight. That thing was no taller and stronger than a lynx. He fell from the sky, and from that
Climbing out of the round metal that overwhelmed countless dense forests.
【Welcome, son of the forest.】
A graceful female upper body emerged from the crack. It held a perfect head and long hair covering most of her body. But if you look closely, you will find that only half of this beauty is a complete shadow.
, she was not even covered with hair, because all the mysterious places had been occupied by the infinitely twisted shadow group, turning into the purest darkness.
Then he clenched his fists.
The Primarch fell silent.
And its owner is sitting on the throne in the center of the trap kingdom. It is the largest spider the Lion King has ever seen. It is pale in color, with black stripes decorating its huge belly.
It has twelve compound eyes that are like dirty blood gems, and an equal number of slender legs, calmly controlling every thread.
The blade of the sword flew like a divine sanction, easily cutting into pieces the blasphemy in front of him.
The instinct of the beast guided him, and he advanced silently, but a terrifying smile unknowingly lit up his face.
Zhuang Sen was not angry because the reality was more terrifying.
But Jonson just swiped.
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Zhuang Sen continued to move forward, splitting open the decayed obstacles in his way, letting the vines that may have reproduced freely for hundreds of years be broken in the blade of the sword. He moved forward and was destroying, just like the greatest Warcraft.
The king is rampaging in his own territory.
[I thought you would be braver, Morgan.]
It's not over yet.
Whenever night falls, it walks in the deep woods of Caliban, and so does he.
【Do you know...Zhanshuai?】
Until he heard that roar, that weak, intermittent roar, coming from under his feet.
The thick skin cracked, blood flowed, and the flying hair was like a foul-smelling wild snow, exposing the pale spine.
He sneered and raised the big sword.
The deep forest was still silent, and only the faint sound of disembodied laughter could be heard from the farthest valley.
【Warmaster? What does that mean?】
They are far worse than that giant beast.
Swipe, swipe, swipe again.
The pale spider's head opened as hard as it could, split open, and laughed without emotion or tone, and when the laughter ended, the head exploded completely.
When it spoke, it was the cold, taunting voice that Zhuang Sen was all too familiar with.
But that's not important.
The Lion King spoke again, but this time, the syllables in his words stayed in his mouth for a moment longer.
He raised his fist.
He bullied him and climbed onto its head. The dying beast seemed to feel something. It tried its best to raise its head and let out a low voice like a wild dog.
【After I catch you.】
Well, to be honest, the actual performance of this book was much worse than I expected...
Ten thousand fans, four thousand receipts, seven hundred subscriptions...
Well, melancholy, lying on the bed, not wanting to move...