A moment that even Morgan himself had long forgotten.
However, Zhuang Sen remembered it clearly.
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[The most efficient method and the best method are not synonymous. My Lord, reason and sensibility are a pair of conjoined twins full of contradictions. 】
[To put it lightly, if the fastest way to destroy Ran Dan is to disintegrate the First Legion, what choice will you make? 】
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Jonson remembers that day.
That was a very ordinary day.
Between the second and third years when Morgan officially became his psychic advisor, that is, around the fifth Terran standard year when Randan's army provoked this war, the Imperial fleet had just arrived in Vola
The Ston galaxy achieved an extremely difficult victory and obtained a dirty medal purely made of flesh and blood and consumption.
Zhuang Sen listened to the laughter, and once again, he frowned.
silence.
Even the Astartes warriors are not true, pure, out-and-out war machines, ruthless butchers, especially in this soaring era, in this era when every legion sings triumphant songs and is beaming with joy.
He growled in a low voice with dissatisfaction, like a hungry lion looking at its fleeing prey.
[You have chosen a method that is beneficial to everyone, but you have to bear the price. This price may be heavier than you think, Your Excellency.]
【Then the word loyalty is meaningless.】
His eyebrows were beating unconsciously.
[You are so self-disciplined that you regard weakness as betrayal.]
【You are always keen on illusions, without any value or novelty.】
[I don’t doubt your loyalty and ability, Your Excellency. I don’t think there is anyone in the entire empire who can compete with you in these two aspects at the same time. At least there is no one I know.]
【If you are not the most loyal.】
【I made it very clear, Your Excellency.】
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When the ruins of Wollaston were completely left behind, the whispers and vicious remarks on the "Indomitable Truth" had already become rampant, and even flowed into the genetic code with a deliberately provocative attitude.
body ears.
His breathing sounded shaky.
His eyes never seemed to fall on his son.
【You, please make it clear.】
This scene was so real that Zhuang Sen could even see the sweat dripping down his son's neck, the wet thick eyebrows squeezed by his pupils, and his lips that were wide open due to nervousness and fear, spitting out
Symbolizing angry saliva and heat.
Morgan just smiled, smiling insincerely.
【And you are the same now, aren't you? 】
This was the first training session after the Battle of Wollaston, and it was supposed to be an unremarkable training session.
[In the final analysis, illusion is just a false, non-existent garden maze. As long as you can identify a direction and remain firm, you can easily break through even the most real illusion. 】
Nemir also does not meet the requirements. Although this former knight of Caliban is upright and trustworthy, his suggestions will only be the most standard Knights' Charter and Imperial Decree.
[Just like the illusions just now, at the same time, I did have a better way, such as a psychic lightning, but I habitually chose illusions as a method because its cost-effectiveness is
The best, the consumption is also the smallest, and in my previous actual combat, it is also the most effective way.】
Morgan waited for a while.
[When you make this choice, no matter how much loyalty weighs in this galaxy, you are as important as loyalty.]
Heavy, indifferent, and indifferent, yet people can feel the burning and blazing like a flame.
This sudden turn was like falling from a steep mountain, causing Zhuang Sen's indifferent eyebrows to rise in an instant.
[Your loyalty is unquestionable, and for this loyalty, you chose the most effective method to deal with this war. 】
【I think I have already answered.】
[You chose the most effective method and strode forward towards victory, but you forgot that you are a giant, a great giant, and every step you take requires others to try their best to catch up. 】
【exhausted?】
He could feel and hear that on the other side of the endless thick fog, the silver-haired lady was sighing, an extremely long and genuine sigh, in a voice she was accustomed to ridiculing and mocking.
From that moment on, almost no one remembered Wollaston's name anymore. This tragic battlefield with tens of thousands of corpses and wreckage of battleships became the most ordinary of the unknown achievements of the First Army.
one of.
It wasn't until a long time later that she finally heard Zhuang Sen's laughter.
Zhuang Sen did not answer. The corners of his mouth turned downward, making an unhappy arc. His long blond hair and beard were mixed and tangled together. Under the too broad forehead, there were thick eyebrows.
Covered, emotionless sight.
For any Legion of Astartes, this is a great victory that can be engraved into any monument on the Glory Queen, and it is a moment that can be remembered with a grand military parade and a series of hymns.
【Is my answer important, Your Excellency?】
This is a rare thing. In the past training, the Primarch of the First Legion would often not speak a word from the beginning to the end.
It was as if he never cared about death and loss, and never thought that anyone besides himself could carry it all.
There are always Terrans complaining like this.
Countless honorable companies never came back after a tragic battle. Countless monasteries with outstanding merits cut off their inheritance after a bloody battle. Countless battleships were destroyed, and countless positions were left vacant.
Until those Calibans learned the skills of fighting, sat on the position stained red by the blood of their predecessors, and stretched out their hands to embrace the tradition and honor of the legion.
He has memorized this sentence.
From a long distance away, the Primarch answered with a chuckle without any emotion.
【You are unique.】
【Not a single one of my honors has been lost.】
How heartless.
The deathly silence lasted for several seconds.
[The most efficient method and the best method are not synonymous. My Lord, reason and sensibility are a pair of conjoined twins full of contradictions. 】
Luther couldn't do it. He was too far away from the war, so far away that he could no longer control the flow of blood.
The Primarch raised his eyes and looked at the mortal who was chanting the magic circle a hundred meters away.
The Primarch frowned, turned his wrist, and swung the sword in his palm with a hurricane, tearing the false heir in front of him into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Then, there was a hurricane.
Until the Primarch, who would never be tired, walked out of a bloody Shura field, then raised his head, looked around Xingyu with ruthless eyes, and then threw himself and his legion into another endless battle.
In the midst of a fierce battle.
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[In this, and in many respects, we are very similar.]
【So, compared to the best one, I chose the most effective one.】
But the First Legion was the only exception: no celebrations, no medals, not even murmurs of admiration circulated between mortals and other legions. The main force of the Dark Angels left without hesitation the moment the battle ended.
All he took away from here was the exhaustion all over his body, the blood of his comrades, and more orders from Zhuang Sen.
【None of my comrades fell down.】
[This is really great, very great. Such beliefs cannot be summarized with pale wisdom and courage, because they are not worth mentioning. 】
【You have overlooked one point, Your Excellency.】
[To put it lightly, if the fastest way to destroy Ran Dan is to disintegrate the First Legion, what choice will you make? 】
[After all, I have been fighting with you for a while, and I know your habits: changeable tactics, but down-to-earth style. You like to use everything you can, and you are also keen on the most effective means. If you can use
A small gain can lead to a big gain, or a final decision, that would be the best.】
He closed his eyes and tried his best to hear a hint of falsehood and flattery.
[But as long as my enemy pauses for a moment under this illusion: Whether it is the hesitation of a familiar person, the consternation of a terrifying thing, or the natural distraction of human energy when facing an accident,
It will become a firm step towards victory for me.】
【But the most effective may not be the best, Your Excellency.】
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【You shed sweat, but they will shed blood.】
Morgan seemed to think for a moment before answering the Primarch's anger.
He needs something new, someone who is rebellious and alternative enough and inconsequential. He needs some different voices, even if they are worthless, even if he will not seriously adopt them at all.
Then, a thick fog began to obscure the Primarch's view.
[But you still made this choice. When a victim was needed, you stood up. 】
He just lowered his head and kept laughing, a slow smile, a scary smile, just like a silent roaring lion.
[What qualifications, abilities, and reasons do I have to represent the thousands of soldiers you really want to ask about?]
The psychic flame turned into a budding stamen at Morgan's fingertips, exuding the aura of life, miracle and death intertwined.
Morgan fell silent.
Soon, he will forget these meaningless words of flattery.
【If I don’t dodge, will the phantom cause damage? 】
Just to tear through the outer defense line and invade Wollaston's main system, it took the First Army a full six months.
…?
Morgan, who was pretending to be chanting those long spells, was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was Zhuang Sen's question.
[Phantom...]
But not everyone has forgotten the name.
【You are so determined that you regard hesitation as stupidity.】
[For a psyker of my level, a crude illusion is not difficult. I only need to exhale to shape a false kingdom and become a false creator. I can create such a furious warrior in one
Pulling out a company in an instant, the mental power consumed is not even as much as me reciting half a spell.]
It's as if he alone can represent everyone.
Neither can Kaos. Jonson is not willing to let him bear the burden of this problem. He deserves more expectations and trust to accomplish truly great things.
【Of course not, Your Excellency.】
[You and your legion have endured all this, endured the pain that Ran Dan would have inflicted on the entire empire, and kept this war under the control of the empire, although the price is that the honor of the first legion will not be known
, the blood of the First Legion will not stop flowing.】
[So when you turn your head, you wonder why everyone looks so tired.]
Just like his brain.
Morgan tilted his head, letting the spiritual energy gather on his raised fingertips.
Not to mention, the Randan war engine cluster that stretches across the center of the star sector has six battle moons and thousands of capital ships. In the Dark Angel's documents, this fleet has the most harsh name: [
The most powerful, most blasphemous, craziest opponent we have ever seen, Ran Dan’s invincible fleet.]
[Of course they will be tired, Your Excellency, because they are different from you.]
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then
Jonson could only breathe.
Zhuang Sen did not dodge. He casually moved his shoulders and scattered these small tricks until the last void arrow was shot at him.
It was in this wave of whispers that the Primarch of the First Legion opened the door to the training ground.
【but.】
Zhuang Sen listened to these words without missing a word.
How crazy.
Morgan, who had been waiting for a long time, saluted him, her body still reverberating with the air waves caused by over-squeezing spiritual energy.
[Are you feeling tired, tired of this war, the endless fighting, the monotonous blood flowing in countless worlds, and feeling weak that you cannot continue this war? 】
[I can roughly guess what you are thinking, Your Excellency.]
[So, my answer is worthless, Your Excellency.]
【You are so noble that you regard tiredness as cowardice.】
The corners of Zhuang Sen's mouth curled up slightly.
[Therefore, I can vaguely guess some of your thoughts: If Ran Dan’s war will only be limited to the edge of the galaxy, if Ran Dan’s power will only make the First Legion shed blood, this will allow other members of the empire to
If the region gains security and prosperity, allowing the empire to eliminate this powerful opponent with minimal casualties, then you will do so.】
But after the longest effort, his brain ruthlessly told him that every word in these words was spoken from the bottom of his heart.
The famous [Lion Sword] roared, thirsty for the mist wrapped in spiritual energy. In the blink of an eye, the sea of smoke that filled the entire space disappeared, leaving only the two most powerful competitors.
Opposite in silence.
But despite this, the battles of attack, annihilation, encirclement and breakout that took place in the main system still lasted for more than two hundred Terran standard days, and the blood of at least five thousand Dark Angels was completely drained on this land.
The number of fallen Randan warriors was more than thirty times this number.
【Don't play riddles with me.】
【Are you tired?】
Psychic arrows were fired together with this rhetorical question, aiming overwhelmingly at the Primarch.
But when Zhuang Sen raised the [Lion Sword] and listened quietly to the roiling sound in the sea of souls, his heart was suddenly filled with a question. This was a question that he had wanted to confide a long time ago, but he had always
There was no one to talk to.
And it wasn't until the silver-haired Miss [Soul Drinker] used a long spell to tear apart the flagship and the two largest battleships of Ran Dan's fleet in one fell swoop that the vanguard of the Dark Angels caught the alien army and lost sight of one thing because of the loss of their command structure.
In the short gap, a real breath rushed into the Wollaston galaxy.
Jonson's gaze was dangerous, and his green pupils had never shone like they did now. It was the instinctive fury of a real beast when its territory was violated.
In his heart, he convinced himself this way.
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It had only been a few years since Jonson took over the war with Ran Dan, and during this fleeting period, he had consumed at least one-third of the Terran veterans in the legion, or even more.
Shana, to Sabis, and now to Wollaston, Ran Dan's arrogance remains undiminished, but the Dark Angel's army has actually lost more than 30,000 soldiers, of which at least 20,000 are Tai
Pull people.
【In fact, you are doing the same.】
How arrogant.
What kind of laughter is that.
You know, when Jonson returned to the empire, the total number of soldiers in the entire First Legion was only more than 60,000. Even if the Primarch used Caliban's new blood to increase this number to 100,000, these companies were the most basic.
The new recruits who cannot execute the tactics perfectly cannot survive the bloody Shura field with the Randan Empire. Those who succeed in this war will always be warriors from Terra.
【Because it is practical, Your Excellency.】
They, the Terran people, certainly have reason to be dissatisfied.
From the direction where Zhuang Sen was, there was only the most oppressive and dead silence.
It's as if everything he does is to chop off the next head.
In a daze, the Primarch actually saw the angry figure of Coswayne. His heir was holding a big sword high, jumping in the air, the dazzling edge aimed at his head, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
Spicy and decisive colors.
[Everything I own has not been shattered by this war. I don’t have to be at the forefront. I only need to face what I am good at, instead of exposing my fragile body to radiation and fire. 】
[Then now, it’s time for you to answer my question, Ms. Morgan.]
Zhuang Sen did not speak. He strolled in the psychic storm set off by Morgan, casually blocking countless psychic tentacles reaching towards his will. He had faced too many such attacks, starting from the very beginning.
Being caught off guard and furious, and now turning a blind eye, Zhuang Sen adapted quickly. He only needed to raise his will to easily distinguish which psychic attacks needed to be taken seriously, and which ones were just bluff cover.
As for those Terrans, there is no need to consider it. Although their suggestions may be sincere, sincere and wise, their identities are not suitable for this problem.
She was quiet for a while.
Millions of elites from the two galactic hegemonies are fighting over an entire food-producing sector. Just one cutting-edge fortress world would require the lives of 1.4 million mortal auxiliaries and a thousand Dark Angels to wipe out.
, and there are a total of twenty-two fully armed worlds like this in the entire Wollaston sector.
The Primarch dodged an attack that would have tortured a hundred Astartes, and he even had the leisure to ask an additional question.
Their whispers wandered among the legions, among the battleships, and in Jonson's ears.