The addition of the Space Wolves was like throwing a large glob of sodium into a pot of boiling water, causing the already heated situation to explode in an instant.
The first thing to rush out from Mandeville Point was the battleship [Nidhogg]. It was like the leader of a group of hungry wolves, triumphantly becoming the pioneer of the army, and the [Ace] following it was
Rumnir], the name of this battleship is even more famous, not because of its brilliant achievements, but because it carries one of the craziest, bloodiest and most violent militaries in the entire galaxy: Li
Manruth's true blood brother, his Thirteenth Great Company.
After the two most powerful battleships, more Space Wolf war engines jumped out from Mandeville Point one after another. They rushed into this final battlefield, and then fell into a kind of
In the briefest moment of shock.
The descendants of Leman Russ originally thought that they would encounter a natural ambush and fierce close combat near Mandeville Point, but the real fact was completely contrary to their imagination. The vanguard of the Sixth Legion soon discovered that
Someone got there first, and a deep breath swept through the iron-gray fleet, but it didn't stay for long.
Through the divination box, Zhuang Sen carefully observed this reinforcement force that was somewhat beyond his expectation. He watched them maintain a reasonable formation and launch their own attack from the other end of the battle line.
The size of this Space Wolves fleet is only about two-thirds of that of the Dark Angels, and after taking the trouble to scan and distinguish, Jonson has not found any trace of the [Herakfennir], but he is very sure that his
The Wolf Brother must be in this fleet, and he has no reason to miss the final battle, because it will cause him more pain than killing him: a meaningless chase and strangulation for several consecutive Terran standard months.
, repeating the work day after day, and always enduring the ridicule, curses and insults of Tyrant Duran who shuttles between the stars...
Unless he cuts off the tyrant's head with his own hands, his brother will just be like a hungry wolf, always eager to destroy something.
Jonson was hesitating and thinking, but the real process would not stop because of an individual's actions, even if he was the Primarch.
After a series of triumphant songs, unpleasant news gradually came from the front line: a Dark Angel battleship was sunk. Although it was only a destroyer, it was still enough to make people vigilant.
【And recognizing yourself is one of the fastest ways to become stronger in this world.】
The flames of the explosion enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant, illuminating the face of the Primarch thousands of miles away. Zhuang Sen was stunned on the spot, like a stone sculpture, without any reaction.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
That was a call for self-destruction.
Morgan paused for a moment, then spoke again, there was already some kind of soft confession between his lips and teeth.
The Esrumnir opened fire.
But the reality is exactly the opposite.
Thinking of this, the Primarch couldn't help but tilt his eyes. He looked to his right, where stood an omnipotent spider lady who could change the situation of the battle in an instant.
Everyone was shocked by this scene, whether it was Jonson, Morgan, or the commander of the Sword of Numac and his battle brothers, everyone who knew about this operation and paid attention to it was because of this.
They were shocked by this almost murderous attack. They said nothing and had no time to do anything. Between heaven and earth, there was only the long-planned plasma on the Esrumnir roaring like a wild beast.
With that, it penetrated the deep battlefield and abyss in an instant, and struck hard into the bow of Duran's flagship.
【No need to worry.】
This is Johnson's philosophy.
How did she do it?
Occasionally, Johnson would be troubled by such questions.
【When I realize what my identity is capable of doing, I can do them.】
[Then use the highest authority! Contact us urgently! Make those bastards stop no matter what!]
[The reason is simple, Jonson, because after the Battle of Wollaston, in a battle that we no longer want to recall or discuss, I recognized my true nature.]
He was always a little uneasy, and his instincts, his wildest instincts, seemed to be screaming constantly, indicating that something bad was about to happen.
[Esrumnir] Withstood the final firepower output of Duran's fleet, they activated their maximum horsepower and drew a savage arc in the ruins of the battlefield until they were within reach of Duran's flagship.
At one hundred kilometers, it turned sideways.
The Lion of Caliban hesitated: It didn't take long.
Morgan laughed. There was still not much emotion in the light laughter, but it was enough to calm down Zhuangson.
【No need at all, Zhuang Sen.】
This abrupt answer made the Primarch's heart slow down. Then, the lion of Caliban widened his eyes, and his long golden hair waved like the mane of the King of Beasts.
Accompanied by a low growl.
[What's going on! I ordered you! Notify the Space Wolves in advance! What's going on now! What are Russ's sons of bitches doing!】
Zhuang Sen listened to his son's report, and at the same time, his eyes kept scanning the electronic projection in front of him: three shining gray bright spots were approaching the battlefield at high speed, which were the [Nidhogg] and the [Valkam]
】With the infamous "Esrumnir", these Sixth Legion's most powerful battleships had no idea of protecting themselves. They relied on the powerful protection of the battleships and captured them like astute wolves.
The moment the Durans' attention was sucked away by the Dark Angel, they rushed into the core area of the defense line.
【Damn!!!!!!】
And in the farthest place, big drops of sweat poured on Morgan's forehead like a late summer rainstorm. She exerted her spiritual power with all her strength, expanding the fatal path from an almost impossible distance.
shield.
Jonson felt the faintest satisfaction, and his voice came to Morgan again, with a certain arrogance.
She opened her eyes, revealing those blue pupils that seemed to have always been Fu Jing Fubo's. She raised the corners of her lips and slowly answered the questions in Zhuang Sen's mind.
When Morgan slowly finished reciting the last psychic character, her white chin naturally brushed her neck along with the movement of her lips and teeth, causing her pupils to look at Zhuang Sen the moment they calmed down.
.
The Primarch roared and raged, until his rage that shook the entire galaxy subsided a little, and the voice on the other end of the communicator could be truly heard.
Zhuang Sen was still roaring, but his roar was suppressed again, because the [Sword of Numac] opposite had been filled with countless deafening sounds, and all the communication personnel were struggling with their old
To save his life, countless emergency communications flooded into the [Esrumnir] like a tide.
Perhaps those [civilized] brothers would disdain this almost primitive intuition, but Jonson trusted them, and they had saved him from failure and pain countless times. Although he still did not understand the principles of these intuitions, they did
Easy to use.
[Just focus on the Sword of Numac. Regarding the shield of the Duran flagship, it is just a precautionary measure. I have already sent someone to say hello to the Space Wolves, and no matter how crazy the Duran people are, they cannot kill themselves.
flagship.]
And Morgan's answer has become the purest business-like attitude, which is Johnson's favorite tone.
He roared almost instinctively, hoarse, and at the same moment, Morgan bit his lower lip. Thousands of kilometers away, a psychic shield appeared out of thin air to protect the Duran battleship.
's deck.
Next to it, the Space Wolves' warships left with satisfaction like a pack of wolves having had a good meal.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, sir. All the Storm Birds and Jump Gang torpedoes have been prepared. All ten teams can be teleported at once. The fortune telling box shows that the bridge and deck of the battleship are now in chaos.
We will not encounter any sizable resistance."
[Prepare your psychic shield, the target is the Sword of Numac and Duran's flagship.]
But, it's too late.
[Whenever you have doubts, there will be a very brief hesitation and pause in your expression, and your eyes will become unfocused, although this process will not last more than a second.]
[And this little secret is just an additional reward, I believe you won’t be stingy.]
The Primarch spoke with unquestionable conclusions.
[Okay, remember to inform those space wolves, they will cooperate best. If they don’t want to cooperate, just tell them not to cause trouble for us. 】
If it’s easy to use, then use it.
The fire of the macro cannon was like a violent storm, and the second luminous spear easily tore through the last layer of protection of Duran's flagship at a distance that was almost close to the face. For a moment, there was no trace of anything on the [Esrumnir].
Under the full firepower of the mistake, Duran's flagship rolled and burned, and large scarlet spiderweb cracks began to appear in every corner of it.
The Duran flagship, which was larger than the empire's battleships, groaned unbearably amidst the explosion, and its huge figure even began to tilt, like a dying beast king.
Johnson sensed something.
When he spoke again, it was already three long seconds later.
Just when the shield was about to cover the entire battleship, like a thousand suns being lit up, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed in the hinterland of Duran's flagship, and then, the largest, most explosive, and most helpless wave
The resisting power and kinetic energy surged out from its power cabin.
Everything is going according to plan.
【Are you snooping again? I warned you!】
[When you are observing me, brother, I am also observing you, learning from your calmness, meticulousness and fearlessness.]
Because the moment Zhuang Sen's words fell to the ground.
The Dark Angels faithfully carried out this order. Dozens of frigates, destroyers and countless drone groups formed a metal frenzy, confronting the fearless Duran defenders in the interstellar space. Battleships were constantly being attacked by artillery or
When the light spear struck, their burning remains turned into jet-black meteors, falling into Duran's blood-red atmosphere.
He thought so, and his blood relatives seemed to be able to hear his thoughts.
[The Sword of Numac] once again sent a request for a gang-hopping operation. This time, the tone was a little anxious. Obviously, the sudden advance of the Space Wolves put the Dark Angel under pressure: maybe Jonson doesn't care.
The honor of this war, but some people care, many people care.
After the situation on the battlefield changed subtly, Jonson began his command. His orders were transmitted among the many battleships on the front line through direct communications and Coswein. He ordered all the battleships.
Continue to maintain a safe position, using volleys of light spears to destroy the resistance of the Duran people from an extremely long distance, while more escort ships were thrown into the fiercest battle on the front line by the Lion of Caliban without any fluctuations.
Fighting to protect the precious battleship.
Compared with the long preparations during the Battle of Wollaston, his blood relatives seemed to be more comfortable with those large-scale spells. Many psychic powers that once required spells were now just a matter of waving the hand.
[The Sword of Numac is no problem, but Duran’s flagship size is too big, and I can’t completely cover it at the moment of casting the spell.]
"...Repeat! Stop the attack! Our people are up there! Space Wolves! Can you receive it? Can you answer it? Repeat! Stop your attack! This is murder! Please reply! Please answer! This is the Numac
Sword! Repeat! Our people are on top! On Duran's battleship! Stop your attack! Can you receive it? Please reply! This is the Dark Angel..."
The bow of the ship is where the main gun of the Duran battleship is located. The two most powerful forces collided together, and then there was an unprecedented wave that can be clearly seen from any corner of this galaxy.
violent explosion.
And at the very end of his field of vision, all the Dark Angel's communication efforts were equally useless.
His voice was low and hoarse, but it was enough to get the frontline soldiers and pioneers busy. Hundreds of organizations and thousands of instruments were operating together. In the sharp neighing sound, the one hundred and eighty last Dark
The Angel ran towards the Stormbird and Landing Torpedo, preparing to strike the winning blow in this battle.
This craziest Space Wolf battleship rushed in front of Duran's flagship, and fired its main light spear from a position where it was impossible to miss, almost face-to-face.
But it's too late.
The high-ranking knight responsible for commanding the battleship personally contacted his genetic father, hoping that Zhuangson would approve the gang-hopping plan for Duran's flagship.
Zhuang Sen looked at this scene. He didn't speak, just waited quietly. A few years of getting along with each other was enough for the Primarch to understand some of Morgan's habits and status. Zhuang Sen didn't even need to use special timing, just from Morgan's original fluttering words.
From the moment when her hair fell wet and drunk on her neck as if she had been full of wine, he knew that his blood relative was ready to cast spells on a large scale.
But this time, Morgan's words were sincere.
Zhuang Sen grabbed the communicator, regardless of whether the [Sword of Numac] could hear it, and started his endless roar.
Zhuang Sen's attention returned to the battlefield. He carefully observed the projection of Duran's flagship. The beacon smoke symbolizing the ship seizure operation and hand-to-hand combat had burned from the deck to a more core area. The largest in the Duran fleet.
The beast seemed to be dead now, allowing the Dark Angel's fleet to strut past it.
At this time, she had obviously entered a certain state of preparation. Her beautiful head was slightly raised, revealing her slender and snowy neck, which was even white enough to be dazzling under the contrast of the black power armor. Her pale lips
She was muttering to herself, and along with those low and fast words that could not be heard clearly, countless souls were spinning on her fingertips and arms, even making the dark armor shine a little.
The commander of the [Sword of Numac] was also roaring and shouting, but this was more of a helpless move: the battlecruiser on the other end of the communication had obviously fallen into some kind of chaos and disorder, with all kinds of explosions
Sounds poured out continuously from the communicator, and commands for "Adjust the muzzle" and "Emergency Contact" were everywhere.
The sacrifices made by these sacrifices were undoubtedly worth it. After paying at least thousands of mortal lives, the Dark Angels seized an excellent opportunity and took advantage of the Duran fleet to expose a gap due to a suicidal attack.
, the battlecruiser [Sword of Numac] turned into the most shining blade of the First Legion, tearing through the defenders' defense line in one fell swoop. Now it is only one step away from Duran's flagship.
Roar, this is a pure roar, the closest to the vague roar of a human being made by a beast that has torn its skin. The eyes of the Caliban Lion began to burn. It was the fury that could burn out a galaxy. It was anger and betrayal.
, the eternal flame ignited by disappointment and madness.
This group of men who came from the ice and snow ran towards hell, laughing wildly to meet the Duran people's anger and steel storm, and the [Eslumnir] was the leader among them, but in just a few minutes,
It rushed all the way from the edge of the battlefield to the front of Duran's flagship, its powerful power engine roaring, and the fire from the main gun muzzle intertwined with the ripples on the void shield, like a heavy rain in the fog.
"I've been contacting them! Father! I've been contacting them! I've been contacting them since that damn battleship came in! But they don't answer! They don't answer our communications at all! They don't know anything about the fucking
Do not listen!"
The Primarch is a character who learns lessons. He knows very well that when the blood relative in front of him makes such a cold laugh, she will have a way to embarrass herself.
【Morgan!】
On the "Unyielding Truth", Jonson fell into silence after giving the order. His eyes were fixed on the battleship of the Sixth Army, trying to figure out which battleship his brother would be on.
Jonson did not reply, because the moment Morgan's words landed, the Primarch instinctively turned around and looked at the electronic projection of the divination box, completely shielding his face from Morgan's vision.
Zhuang Sen's face was frozen, frozen in the noisy and chaotic calls, frozen in the firelight of cannibalism. He seemed to want to roar, but it was useless.
In an instant, the explosion was complete.
Whether it was tens of thousands of Duran people or hundreds of Dark Angels who jumped into gangs, they were all mercilessly overwhelmed by the fire. Duran's flagship was shattered inch by inch and turned into a burning steel tomb.
Crossing countless stars, endless firelight shone on Zhuang Sen's face.
But even so, the face of the Caliban Lion is still gloomy that never seems to be illuminated.