Chapter 135 Lord of Fire Dragon

[Have you met Vulcan before? 】

"not at all."

"He stayed at the Emperor's side for a long time, receiving education, or fighting with his own legions in the purgatory of burning and destruction. Only Ferus had closer contact with him."

When Caliban's Lord of Knights spoke of his brother, it was as if he were referring to distant legends from another world under the same starry sky.

Compared with the scene of decline that Morgan witnessed when he just returned, the Primarch of the First Legion is now much more energetic. He wears a set of pure black armor with the logo of the First Legion on it. In addition, , there were no more decorative objects. Zhuang Sen's emerald green pupils had regained their bright fire, constantly scanning the star map in front of him that never changed.

The two Primarchs were in the most noble and elegant room in the Indomitable Truth. Jonson had specially opened up this space to entertain some distinguished guests in order to complete some of the social interactions he needed to survive within the empire. As a matter of etiquette, the Lord of the First Legion filled this circular room with the heads of giant beasts and tapestries of battles to convey the style of the Dark Angels to every visitor as quickly as possible.

Of course, in Morgan's view, Jonson's decorations... can only be said to be very pragmatic.

At this moment, her eyes were also focused on the three-dimensional star map in front of her: this illusory silent drama vividly reflected the general situation of several surrounding star regions, with the light blue symbolizing the empire and the scarlet symbolizing Ran Dan. These desolate worlds are very different from each other, and every inch of the territory of the two empires has been transformed in countless encounters and blocking battles.

In "Unyielding Truth". There is a special room responsible for receiving every battle report from the front line, and all victories and defeats are reflected on this star map as quickly and as detailedly as possible, so that Zhuangson can grasp every situation on the front line at all times.

"They stopped in the 416-15 galaxy, and the stay time has far exceeded the time required for normal assembly or repair. According to the original deduction, they only need three more Terran standard days. will come to the edge of the Takot system, but now, we must change our plans."

The King of Knights tapped his finger, and the two galaxies in the center of the star map began to flash continuously: one of them was where Ran Dan's main army was currently staying. In order to find out this accurate news, even Zhuang Sen himself did not We know how many of the Emperor's warriors perished in the icy cold void.

The other one is the Tacot galaxy, a place that no one cared about before. It is not worth mentioning except for its transportation value. However, Zhuangson used a series of exquisite layouts and plans, as well as a ruthless scorched earth strategy. After that, this place suddenly became the only key point on the way forward for Ran Dan's army that could help them advance into the Sun Star Territory. Otherwise, those alien fleets would have to take a long detour and waste their strategic opportunities.

In this way, the King of Knights chose an excellent battlefield for his war: the galaxy called Takot was empty and vast, allowing the Dark Angels enough space to place their terrifying doomsday starters safely. In any corner of this stunning battlefield, each of these catastrophes that had been tightly imprisoned and guarded before was enough to make a fragile indigenous civilization completely disappear from the galaxy. In order to win this battle, Zhuang The descendants of Mori returned these monsters to the galaxy once again.

In addition, Zhuang Sen also pressed the heaviest bargaining chip in his hand: a fully equipped First Legion, the undisputed strongest legion in the entire empire.

Except for a handful of veterans guarding the hidden places and Luther, Jonson brought the entire Dark Angels Legion. Even the recruits who had just completed their trials were pulled directly from the deep forests of Caliban. On the bloodiest battlefield in the galaxy: just like what Johnson himself suffered back then.

[I remember I once heard that before this war started, you had summoned the entire First Army. At that time, you had between 60,000 and 100,000 troops. 】

【So...what now? 】

[After all, if my memory is correct, it seems that you have never stopped recruiting new blood from Caliban during these ten years of war. 】

Morgan's blue eyes flashed with emotionless light, and she looked at Jonson who was staring at the star map. Through the flicker in Caliban's pupils, she knew that Jonson was thinking about what she proposed. this problem.

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

Finally, Caliban's King of Knights spoke out the number gently, and then, he praised his blood relatives in an unquestionably majestic tone.

"You have contributed to this. If your spiritual power had not been functioning as usual in the past ten years, I might have lost more children in this war. Maybe I would only have thirteen under my command now. Ten thousand or even fewer soldiers will go into this war."

[This is exactly why I stand by your side now, Jonson. 】

As the pace of war gets closer to everyone, Morgan's tone is filled with more and more cold breath. When she starts to laugh, her eyes will emit a light that makes any mortal fall to his knees. .

[In a sense, you really opened my eyes, Zhuangson, my brother. I thought the Dark Angels would still be around 100,000 people. After all, as far as I know, the Moon Wolves, the Empire Boxing and Ultramarines are both on this scale now. 】

“The greater the responsibility, the more we need to hold it in our hands.”

Jonson didn't answer any more, because almost at the same time he spoke, Coswayne's voice came from outside the room.

"My lord, the [Firecast] has appeared within our observation field of view. Behind it is a large fleet, at least more than a hundred of which are capital ships."

Zhuang Sen turned his head, and the additional information in the news seemed to surprise him.

"It seems like he takes this war more seriously than I thought."

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The Primarchs are the demigods who walk in the mortal world. They are the treasures that the lord of mankind who knows the world steals the waves in the clouds that do not belong to the world, and creates them with unrepeatable wisdom and ambition. They are the treasures that walk in the world. The fire of Prometheus above the earth and the sky.

And among these creations with supreme wisdom and tremendous power, if you really want to choose the strongest person who symbolizes pure power, then Morgan believes that she has found the answer.

Even though she has not yet met all of her blood relatives, an instinct that keeps echoing deep in her heart makes her more and more certain that the tall black-skinned demigod in front of her is the powerful one in this strange family she belongs to. The most terrifying individual.

Vulcan.

The name of a god born of brute force and fire.

When the Primarch of the Eighteenth Legion finally stood on the deck of the Indomitable Truth, the Dark Angels lined up on both sides to greet him were like rows of too realistic porcelain dolls, dragging the ground with hammers. There was a fragile side in his voice.

Morgan is still standing next to Jonson, with a higher status than Coswayne and Astlan. The entire First Legion has already turned a blind eye to this scene. The Spider Queen has one hand behind her back and holds the other hand. Holding the staff, she saw Zhuang Sen move his wrist unnaturally, and then slowly walked towards her blood brother.

When the Lion of Caliban walked up to his brother, most of his body was shrouded in shadow: Vulkan even looked taller and burlier than Leman Russ and Magnus. , he simply stood there, with his eyes glowing red, like a roaring dragon breaking free from the magma, giving people the most instinctive feeling of awe and fear.

This dark-skinned Primarch is wrapped in a series of powerful equipment made by his own hands: the armor [Fire Dragon Scale] on his body is a set of green baroque-style brutal weapons. As its name suggests, it has He has the tough skin of the savage Salamanders from his homeworld of Nocturne, the creature he named his Legion after in memory of his encounter with the Emperor.

His hands were protected and strengthened by the gauntlets [Forged Hands]. One hand held his war hammer [Thunderhead] tightly, and the edge of the other hand was the plasma pistol hanging on his waist [ [Heart of the Furnace], and finally, wrapping his majestic body, is the famous [Cesare Cloak]: these equipments are all made by the Lord of the Fire Dragon himself, and anyone in the starry universe will admire and covet them. The power, and the fiery heart that can create them.

Morgan is no exception.

As early as when she was collecting data and information about each original body, a different kind of desire for the Fire Dragon Lord quietly took root and sprouted in her heart, waiting for the moment to be unleashed.

But now, it's not time to let it be exposed.

Morgan stood quietly, watching Jonson greet his brother. When facing the Lord of the Fire Dragon, the Primarch of the Dark Angels showed an extremely rare attitude that could be called [respect]. This is rare for Zhuang Sen.

The two original bodies looked at each other in the shadows. Their descendants were all standing far away. Only a certain silver-haired lady stood closer. Among all the people present, only the Salamander warrior was a little slow about this. surprised.

"Welcome to you, brother, and your legion. At this time, only the true brave will come here."

Zhuang Sen's Adam's apple rolled, and he uttered the greeting words he had thought of, while Vulcan just shook his head slowly. When he spoke back, Morgan, who was not far away, was almost surprised to find that this dark man What the terrifying fire dragon spit out was actually a rather calm, steady, and even gentle language.

"I just hope my legion didn't come too late, my brother, I'm sorry, but before that I need to deal with my war zone."

"Of course you're not late."

Jonson answered quickly, but then he fell into silence. The majestic knight king of Caliban blinked, seeming to be searching for something he could say to keep the conversation going. .

And during the two seconds he hesitated, Vulkan did not stop. The fire dragon lord's voice contained the most genuine emotion: even with Morgan's thoughtful and suspicious senses, he did not feel the slightest bit of falsehood. .

"In the past few years, I have been paying attention to the news here in Ran Dan. Zhuang Sen, my brother, I know how much you and your soldiers have paid for the empire. No one can compare to you in silence. The sacrifice, and now, I just hope that my heirs and I can help."

"So I brought my people here, my brother, please tell me what I can do."

Zhuang Sen's brows were raised because of the offense in these words. The King of Knights instinctively hated this kind of [being helped] status, but when he saw the look in his brother's eyes, he could only face such sincerity. remain silent.

Such words seemed to have exhausted Vulkan's conversation. He leaned forward, as if he wanted to give his brother a hug, but the next second, he hesitantly stepped back and looked at Zhuang Sen, who was also silent. , a large piece of air centered around them solidified in a kind of mutual respect.

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Morgan took a deep breath.

Then he spit it out in his heart.

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[Salute to you, Lord Vulkan. 】

Morgan's footsteps pierced the silence of the two emperor's children. When the silver-haired lady stepped forward and saluted slowly, Vulkan's eyes were already focused on her.

"Ah, Ms. Morgan."

The Primarch stood there, extending his hand with a smile, even bending his knees slightly to ensure that Morgan could hold it.

"I have heard of your deeds. Your bravery and devotion to duty on the front lines were as great as any of the Emperor's warriors."

The original body of the 18th Legion looked at the mortal in front of him carefully. His red pupils flashed with some confusion, but these confusions were fleeting. After all, the Lord of the Fire Dragon never thought more about it. With probing put into anyone, he understands the value of respect.

"You are thinner than I thought, Ms. Morgan."

He uttered these words softly, as if they contained some obscure secret.

The silver-haired lady just smiled back.

[War always makes people tired, Mr. Vulkan, but it is more obvious in me, while in other people, such as Mr. Zhuangson beside me, this fatigue seems a bit subtle: even if he has fought for the empire Victory kept him awake for several months. 】

"There are too many people who are paying for the victory of this war, and there are too many blood and tragedies being staged in the shadow of the galaxy. Ms. Morgan, I only hope that this war can end soon. Before that, I have shouldered the responsibility of My mission did not allow me to give my share of power, and now, I am here to make up for it.”

[This is not compensation, Your Excellency. No one ordered you to come here. What supports you is the responsibility and courage in your heart. It is the most noble flash in the galaxy. Before this, I have only seen it in Lord Zhuangson. The light they radiate. 】

The Primarch of the First Legion stood aside and watched his two blood relatives speak there. Whether it was Morgan or Vulcan, Jonson only heard the most sincere beliefs in their words.

At this moment, Caliban's King of Knights' confidence in this hard-fought victory reached its climax: even counting the powerful forces in his hands over and over again could not achieve it.

But Zhuang Sen did not indulge. He stared at his silver-haired blood relative, urging her to start the real topic quickly.

He knew that Morgan understood his silent warning.

"You are ridiculous, Ms. Morgan."

The sincerity of Vulcan's voice even made Morgan feel like he was hallucinating.

"I'm just a blacksmith. I once seriously aspired to become a general, but I always failed. Maybe there's not much I can do. I just hope that I can do my best to help you. I hope You need my strength right now."

[Of course, Your Excellency, we do need the will from the flames and the forge to forge true victory. 】

Morgan smiled, and her smile even seemed more genuine than Vulcan's.

[After all, we have the same purpose. 】

[We all hope that the war will end soon, peace will come soon, and countless people in the empire will return to their peace as soon as possible, and once again embrace the happiness of life forever. 】

Such words made Vulkan stunned for a moment.

"I have to admit, Ms. Morgan, your words are very moving... and very difficult."

[Of course it’s difficult. 】.

Morgan's words were like the gentle drizzle of early spring, blowing in the ears of the two original bodies.

[But someone has to try, right? 】

[If there must be people who dedicate themselves to the world, then let me be that person. 】

[So, let's get started, Your Excellency? 】

Again, Morgan held out his hand.

Once again, Vulkan held it tightly.