Many years later, when Morgan witnessed the majestic body of the "Unyielding Truth" shattered in betrayal and burning, and slowly falling towards Holy Terra in the huge shadow formed by Luna blocking the light of the sun, she was sure
I will recall that quiet and noisy afternoon.
She will definitely recall the moment when Zhuang Sen's edge was only one step away from her.
Like a leaping eagle, like a rising tiger, or like an awakening giant bear, the Primarch's body cast a huge shadow in mid-air, and in contrast to this darkness, the sharp edge in Jonson's palm appeared...
Extremely dazzling.
The Primarch's attack was as fast as thunder, and he was in front of Morgan in an instant. The speed was so fast that the silver-haired Spider Queen had no time to activate her own power and exert her proud spiritual power, the "Lion Sword".
The sword edge tore through the air like a poisonous snake's message, trying to kiss Morgan's snow-white neck.
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[Similarly, as long as the speed is fast enough, even a rusty dagger can kill an alphaph.]
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In this moment, the instinct belonging to the Primarch guided Morgan. She gritted her teeth, and a curved sharp blade appeared on the top of the snake-shaped staff.
Using ten percent of her strength, she waved it. The curved blade and the [Lion Sword] collided in mid-air with a speed and force that even the most experienced Astartes warriors could not see clearly. A huge steel hissing sound was heard.
Several kilometers away, even overshadowing the roar of those terrifying inorganic killing instruments, endless storms swept out from the cracks in the two weapons, and in the blink of an eye, countless forests turned into barren hills.
He recalled everything.
With a crisp crack, the curved blade turned into hundreds of scattered fragments, and in the drizzle of metal, Morgan could finally chant his own spell.
He even forgot how he issued the order to contain the three extinct remnant machines with a voice that was almost gritting his teeth.
In this laughter, every precious second is passing away without mercy, and the heavy steps of those ruthless and vicious machines are already close at hand.
Like a flying waterfall, it finally penetrated the most stubborn rock.
Then, the Primarch of the First Legion raised his big sword high. As the sword shined, his other hand suddenly drew to his waist and pulled out the plasma pistol [
The flintlock of Actinus].
The sharp arrows turned into countless dark angels, countless Terrans, Calibans, and everyone Zhuang Sen knew. They roared, roared, raised the swords in their hands, and aimed at Zhuang Sen.
Sen rushed over.
When he raised his head again and looked at Morgan, there was already a hint of vague suspicion in his eyes.
[Ten seconds left...]
Finally, he looked directly into Morgan's eyes and spoke out his orders word by word in a tone that was almost gritting his teeth.
[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.]
【You'd better give me an explanation, Morgan.】
It seems that he did remember it.
He flipped his wrist, revealing an instrument that even Coswayne didn't know about, and pressed it down without hesitation.
【I have nothing to say, Jonson.】
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Johnson took a deep breath.
He was silent, dead silent, with his head lowered and silent, like the most perfect black iron statue, until the footsteps of the extinct machine were very close at hand.
She evoked a smile, and it was a white swan spreading its wings in the sky.
【What are you going to use against me, Zhuang Sen?】
Then, her fingers swept through the burning air, and the sharp arrows of psychic energy turned into an invisible rainstorm in an instant, and shot toward Zhuang Sen's head overwhelmingly.
In the distance, the roar of the extinct machine was getting closer and closer. The vine-covered rainforest temporarily delayed their progress, but obviously, it could not be delayed for long.
Her figure began to become blurred, transformed, and quickly disappeared from where she was.
When he realized this, he even felt a little angry, nameless anger.
The two terrifying weapons collided together again, biting and entangled like ferocious beasts fighting for territory, constantly making tooth-piercing metal friction sounds in mid-air.
His face was distorted. It was obviously as stiff as an iceberg, but his facial features were twisting unconsciously like a roasted snake. His pupils suddenly enlarged, then slowly narrowed, and then enlarged again.
His lips kept moving, twisting and turning into several arcs, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he just kept breathing deeply. Large jets of air were sucked in by him, and his empty chest was like a bellows.
Violent noise.
A cold expression froze on Zhuang Sen's face. He narrowed his eyes and broke through these phantoms with a single lunge, just like a giant beast breaking through the morning fog.
The footsteps of the extinct relic are getting closer and closer.
The smelly cold air was continuously sucked into the Primarch's chest along the cracks between the teeth. Zhuang Sen's eyes were already blazing with fire, and his thirst for knowledge, anger and vague speculations were playing in his brain.
It formed a ball, like thousands of intertwined threads, giving the Primarch a slight headache.
【No! No! No!】
"Father……"
Fired three shots in a row.
But in the face of Jonson's absolute highest order, these machines had no chance to disobey. Jonson turned his head and listened carefully to their footsteps as they arrived at the airdrop cabin, and then slowly turned his head back.
【Stay in your room and don’t go anywhere!】
"They will hide their children secretly...Morgan is the best product since the emergence of this system. She quickly became Maximilian's right-hand man after her [debut]..."
【With sword.】
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After saying that, he turned around and ordered his footsteps to move away little by little.
[In the final analysis, illusion is just a false, non-existent garden maze. As long as you can identify a direction and be firm, you can easily break through even the most real illusion. 】
Jonson's smile has disappeared, and his face is even a hundred times more serious than when Perturabo was the most angry.
"I really...forgot."
He should have realized it earlier.
The smile that was originally determined to win on Zhuang Sen's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye. He unconsciously shook the [Lion Sword] in his hand, as if to confirm whether it was a fake or inferior product.
【reaction speed.】
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Morgan raised the curved blade again.
[Now, there are still thirty seconds before those despicable guys arrive.]
Finally, Zhuang Sen let out a roar like a wild beast, used his arms to the maximum strength, waved the sword edge, and drew a sharp moonlight in mid-air.
The winner was finally decided in this third confrontation. Although Morgan's curved blade was no slower than the Lion King's sword, its fragile blade could no longer withstand this kind of confrontation.
The Primarch of the First Legion could feel his breathing quickening, and the muscles on his face were twitching unconsciously from time to time, making his tense face become a little distorted.
【I am not Magnus.】
His figure was mixed in with the chaotic roar of the extermination machine that was getting closer and closer, looking a little broken and blurry.
This feeling is called [tension].
Then, the fingers that were free again spread out and caught the falling [Arctinus' flintlock].
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Zhuang Sen gritted his teeth.
At this time, his face was once again occupied by complete indifference and determination, but when he looked at Morgan, the brows and corners of his mouth that twitched from time to time were still expressing some embarrassing emotions.
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he replied.
Just when he was thinking quite seriously, the laughter stopped abruptly.
He raised his head and began to think about whether to rush forward, grab the always rebellious white neck, and use the strongest means to get what he wanted.
The laughter flowed out from her pale face and lingered between the equally pale lips. It was neither fierce nor mocking, just the simplest laugh.
Zhuang Sen stood there, using the strongest willpower in his life to control his expression so that no one could tell what he was thinking.
【sneak into?】
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Facing the astonished eyes, the Lion King raised his head arrogantly.
Behind him, there was only Morgan's low response.
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These words are like the silver key that opens the magic box.
Morgan clenched her snow-white teeth tightly, and let out a low hoarse cry from deep in her throat. The majestic spiritual energy rushed out from her fingertips and the top of the staff, absorbing all Zhuangson's attacks.
Submerged in the flames of nothingness.
【Do you...remember the Billiwin Galaxy?】
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The figure of the original gene was like a ghost. He held a big sword in one hand, and with a slight lift of the other hand, he threw the plasma pistol in the air. Then, the free fingers stretched to his waist again.
, pulled out the fuses of two stasis grenades in the midst of lightning and flint, and threw them viciously towards Morgan.
Morgan sighed in his heart.
Three more shots!
Morgan covered her numb wrist, and the psychic fire began to gather on her staff. She faced Jonson's gaze and showed a pale smile.
【There are many ways I can try to kill you completely.】
[When you left me where I was, facing Ran Dan’s transformation Titan and the army, I was injured.]
The first confrontation ended within a second. The Lion King's sharp blade was deflected and passed along Morgan's left side, cutting only a few scattered strands of hair.
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【My Warmaster.】
[They appear because I am suppressing my spiritual energy, not because I am overloading my power.]
All of this lasted only a short moment, because soon Zhuang Sen remembered something. He raised his head again, and at this time, his face was swallowed up by complete anger in an instant.
The flames of war across the galaxy didn't make him nervous, the countless alien blades didn't make him nervous, and even the indifferent and resentful looks between his descendants didn't make him nervous either.
Twenty seconds left.
There was only a cold smile on the corner of Zhuang Sen's mouth.
[The physical fitness you displayed in those moments just now is better than that of every descendant of mine. This is simply not something a mortal can possess.]
"She is just like...like a monster, a monster that was born knowing how to use psychic powers to show off its power."
Zhuang Sen thought of something, and his expression once again became a little embarrassed. He tried hard to suppress it, so that he still looked like the terrifying commander and hunter.
Then, he heard laughter.
He subconsciously controlled his expression, keeping his facial features in a serious posture, but it had the opposite effect, making his face even more darkly humorous. In the end, he even instinctively lowered his head slightly to make his face look less beautiful.
[If you really want me to say something, then I think I can only say one thing, a word I heard, and give it to you.]
【strength.】
The silver-haired Spider Queen shook her body and took a few steps back involuntarily.
【agile.】
Ever since he stepped into this galaxy, even the worst situation has been within Zhuang Sen's expectations.
Morgan's laugh.
[In this, and in many respects, we are very similar.]
But at this moment, Zhuang Sen moved.
In the blink of an eye, countless words, countless words uttered from Morgan's mouth, countless information and statements about Morgan appeared clearly in Zhuangson's mind.
【You...sneak into! My legion?】
His answer was still laughter, loud laughter.
【From that moment on, I realized what I really am.】
He could hear the unwilling mechanical screams of the most vicious organic killers. These defeated and restrained iron-hearted exterminators had cunning natures and extreme hatred for organic life. They had no mercy or restraint, only hatred for organic life.
The vicious joy of mass murder.
【Throw away all impossibility, absurdity will become reality.】
This is the sword technique of Caliban!
…
He looked at Morgan, his green pupils flashing with some confused speculations and a thirst for knowledge.
【You can't go out without my permission.】
But at this time, the sword edge was already close in front of him.
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Morgan waved her staff, and the spiritual energy she was accumulating turned into a thick barrier, blocking the sudden blow. Then, she pursed her lips and activated the teleportation technique in her disdainful gaze.
【Throw away all impossibility, absurdity will become reality.】
Until Morgan reminded him with a whisper-like chuckle.
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But this time, things are different.
The next moment, Morgan's blurred figure became clear again. She looked up and saw only an invisible psychic iron wall covering her and Zhuang Sen's heads.