This was a state that made the Primarch feel extremely familiar and at ease, and he even enjoyed it.
The green pupils were gently brushed by the golden hair, and shot out sharp edges, penetrating through the vast sea of vines and lush leaves, searching quietly in the empty valleys and rivers.
Zhuang Sen sniffed and smelled the scent flowing in the air: the aging fallen leaves broke away from the fragile branches, and fell to the ground under the guidance of wind and gravity, fermenting out a rancid smell; the gurgling water sent
The corpses that had been dead for many days were attacked by predators, fish and water until only a pair of white bones were left; scavenging raptors huge enough to block the sun wandered in the highest sky, their wings spreading greed and
The stench of death.
There is also the sound, the subtle sound, which is the sound of the wings of birds flapping in the wind, the sound of the soles of beasts trampling on the soil, and the countless roars of beasts that are either sharp, deep, docile or savage.
and neighing are illogically intertwined, playing a movement that only belongs to the forest and the law of the jungle.
Although there are only survival, struggle and escape, only killing, despicableness and devouring, this does not hinder the vitality and prosperity of the forest itself. Countless competitions related to life and death, chanting and writing are accompanied by those living or inanimate things.
It keeps playing, one after another, full of vitality.
When all the sounds, all the breaths, all the rhythms of life and death rushed into the Primarch's mind, he actually had the illusion of "noisy".
Everything is just like Caliban's forest, but there seems to be some differences.
He seemed to be walking in that ancient forest, passing through the trees scratched with the furs of giant beasts, carefully examining the furs and feces, and tracking his prey from these barbaric acts that marked his territory.
——————
She won't go too far, because too far distance means the loss of control. She hates, even fears, the feeling of not being able to control everything in her hands.
He found it.
[What I learned is not important, Mr. Zhuangson, but what did I see from you?]
[Your false dream is like a pile of rocks full of holes. When the wind blows, it may make a beautiful sound, but when someone walks up to it with a hammer, it is fragile.
Just like a blank sheet of paper.]
There were no fallen leaves, no running water, no sound of sparrowhawk wings cutting through the wind overhead, no huge beasts roaring and hunting in the forest.
He is like a beast, a legendary beast that will never exist in reality. They will only appear in stories around the campfire and in the ferocious scars of the most experienced hunters. They blend into the darkness,
Integrated into pure hunting, it will not be perceived by any light or sight. Only the blood of the victims drips bit by bit in the endless night, indicating their past visit.
He desperately wants to kill something.
He narrowed his eyes and bowed his waist slightly, like a real beast, his constant breathing blending quietly into the breeze. His long golden hair was covered in the fine sunlight, like vines in the dark night, heavy.
His iron boots brushed against the crispy fallen leaves that used to crackle in the past, but they didn't make even the slightest sound.
【……mean?】
【I originally thought you would show me more.】
The voice seemed to come from the sky, like a lazy goddess relying on the extravagant mountain temple, conveying her words through the breeze and invisible envoys.
[Either irritable, pedantic, or without the slightest ability or attitude to take responsibility.]
All that was left was a dead silence.
And the laughter seemed a little sharper.
What broke him was the primarch's disdainful sneer.
The forest came to life, and in just an instant, the active and violent aura swirled under the Lion King's nose.
Zhuang Sen walked, but he didn't answer immediately, he just spat out a few traces of ridicule from his clenched teeth.
The Primarch reached his conclusion mercilessly, and his tone was the same as his habitual orders and requirements for Morgan over the past few years. But this time, the answer to him was not the words "obey".
【If being mean can help win a battle, will you let yourself become mean?】
The silence lasted for a few seconds.
Zhuang Sen looked at the dead silence, listened to the dead silence, and felt the dead silence.
He heard the sound of boots scraping leaves.
There may be hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even more, but Zhuangson doesn't care. With a wave of his sword, he harvests more and more beast spirits. Everything seems to be back to what he was doing in Caliban.
Those last days: all the knights went to war together, with banners flying to the sky and bright armor. The hunting ground with the world as its curtain was raised amidst countless roars. Every day, blood was shed and sacrifices were made, more and more, forever.
Endless.
[I swear, after I catch you, I will make you understand this.]
——————
The figures of the beasts gathered into a wave of stench, and countless hairs and fangs gathered under the rare light, reflecting the bloodthirsty desire.
He still remembered that at that time, his body would pass through the woods, like a silent knight passing through an even more silent kingdom, and heading towards...
【You are great, Zhuang Sen.】
More dead laughter.
[And you, you don’t know what the real forest looks like at all. You are just imitating, carrying out the worst imitation and deduction, recording what you first saw, the original appearance of the world, and then based on your own imagination
, add some oil and vinegar, and make it a funny painting.】
etc.
【You are very powerful, Your Excellency, very powerful.】
[For you, isn’t war just a hunt? 】
The Primarch didn't pay attention. He seemed to be silent in the carnage before him. Thousands of giant beasts rushed in under silent control. Their scales and claws were flying, overwhelming, and the traces of fighting each other still remained on their fur.
The mottled marks left behind.
With the influx of these creatures, the forest seemed to come alive in an instant. Zhuang Sen could hear countless young leaves chirping in unison, making it seem extremely noisy for a while. In this most natural way of hiding,
Below, the tens of thousands of vines quietly pulled away from their bodies, sliding down quickly from the trunks and branches, like poisonous snakes without pupils and fangs, gathering into intertwined masses on all the land.
blocks, and finally turned into wisps of long whips, lashing the air and land silently.
【You are the master of war, you were born this way.】
!!!
【Extremely ridiculous.】
[If you visit according to the agreed time, then I will indeed do more. If you give me a little more time, the whole world will release the rage of destruction under my instigation and control. ]
His prey, his advisors, are nearby.
[How did you see through...]
He moved forward silently, stepping on the gurgling blood.
The sound came from all directions, echoing continuously in the sky and valleys. It neither frightened the birds nor evoked the roar of wild beasts, because everything in the forest was deathly silent, even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
The rustling sounds are trying their best to suppress their own rhythm.
The big sword swung again and chopped off dozens of beast heads.
Zhuang Sen couldn't help but frown at these words without even noticing it.
——————
[I haven’t walked in the deep forest for a long time, so I have somewhat forgotten what it looks like.]
Morgan's voice seemed to fall silent for a moment.
【Are there any options?】
…
But he admitted that there was an unidentifiable and nameless fire burning in his heart.
【sound……】
[My Olympian brother, he is a rough designer. He understands the art of war and negotiation, but he will never have the power to bring his talents into full play. As long as he cannot control himself, he will achieve nothing. He even
Worse than Horus.]
The Primarch raised his head, and he smelled the stench of the beast.
This is not an illusion.
[I know that he is jealous of me and complains about me. Although I cannot understand his emotions, even though there are so many star fields, I can still guess his thoughts: he does not want to join this war.
, he doesn’t want his heirs to bleed, but he doesn’t think anyone else can shoulder all this besides him.】
——————
【He is very suitable as a war commander.】
This was not a question, because the moment the words fell, the two people who already knew the answer burst out laughing in unison.
——————
Low roars began to appear at the end of his field of vision, one after another, one after another, hundreds and thousands, endless.
He said, but couldn't help but snort coldly.
He whispered the name softly, as if mentioning an unrelated stranger.
【Yes, despicable.】
He turned his wrist and waved a sword light, as if tearing through the false curtain with the claws of a wild beast. The lively sounds became silent in an instant.
[You have been with me for three years, but if you have learned anything during these three years, you will not regard everything in front of you as a war, it is not even hunting.]
But the voice continued, and the ruthless laughter slowly penetrated Jonson's armor, slowly melting the next words into a poisonous needle, and shot it into the heart of the Primarch.
【war?】
[But there are no ifs in war. You disrupted my steps and rhythm. At this point, you are despicable, but you are also extremely smart. 】
Finally, he laughed out loud.
But continuous laughter.
Finally, he stood the sword on the ground, and the endless tide of beasts also calmed down at this moment.
When the [Lion Sword] released a destructive storm in the endless flesh and roar, the sound penetrated the curtain of the whirlwind and came to Zhuang Sen's ears.
【He is the only choice.】
Jonson still remembered those times, from wearing tattered leaf costumes, to the standard wire cloth clothes of knights' attendants, to the neat armor needed to slay giant beasts, engraved with complicated honor marks.
[He is always favored on the surface, but he is always dissatisfied. He is soft-spoken, has a big stick in his hand, is hungry, and is greedy.]
[Magnus... Fulgrim...]
The Primarch was silent for a while, then hummed coldly.
There is only deathly silence.
【It is precisely because of this.】
Then took a deep breath.
[You have seen through it, Mr. Zhuangson, much faster than I thought.]
His green pupils flashed with unprecedented danger, and he continued to exude his will, eager to find the little thief hiding in the deep forest.
He wielded the sword with unprecedented strength, and countless huge beasts turned into dust under the light of the sword.
【A living forest?】
He missed it.
…
Don't think that nature is kind, that is just a lazy illusion. Furious nature is a manic beast that can destroy any serious human being.
Zhuang Sen was laughing, a real laugh, a laugh that contained happiness, ridicule, anger and murderous intent. In this laughter, he raised his big sword, and the ruthlessness was reflected in his green pupils.
of light.
The simplest silence.
[Each of us will stop at a place in our lives, and for some people, their hearts are nothing but the vast forest of Caliban.]
And now, Jonson is that beast.
【Horus...】
In this real dead silence, he heard laughter.
The corners of the Lion King's mouth raised slightly.
[Isn’t everything just a hunt? 】
【You are really powerful, I admit, you caught me off guard.】
Then Jonson heard laughter again.
He smiled.
But Jonson just smiled.
She thought she hid it well.
[Why not Perturabo?]
Zhuang Sen heard laughter, sharper than ever before.
[War is not for you, and you are not for it, Morgan.]
[Then why...don't you choose Guilliman? 】
【for you……】
The Primarch continued to move forward. He walked through deep forests one after another, and his figure wandered repeatedly under countless rift valleys and giant trees, until a huge sinkhole appeared in front of him, and lying quietly in it,
It is the most standard airdrop pod for the Dark Angels.
Zhuang Sen's brows furrowed.
This is a real forest, like Caliban's forest.
The voice continued to echo, but this time, it seemed to be closer, and every character rang in Zhuang Sen's ears.
Then, he charged towards the roaring herd.
——————
He understands her.
Laughter answered him.
Zhuang Sen stopped smiling, and the corners of his mouth lowered in an instant.
[A dangerous distance, Lord Johnson.]
[Your last sigh makes the whole sentence lose its meaning. Lord Zhuangson, who can be more glorious than Horus? Even in the fortress of the Dark Angel, I can hear the voice of the Wolf Shepherd.
Glory.]
This question made Zhuang Sen pause for a moment.
[You should go find Magnus or Fulgrim and learn those fancy skills.]
Her voice was almost exaggerated, mixed with barely concealed provocation. Faced with this voice, Zhuang Sen still maintained a cold expression.
This word made the Lion King frown.
[They did not stop you, and they did not even complete the deception for a moment. 】