Chapter 66 Lion (2)

Johnson took a deep breath.

He felt the circulation of the air and carefully smelled the smell of blood and decay carried by the cold breeze.

He loves this feeling.

Ever since he first rode a giant horse and galloped through the jungles of Caliban with a new attitude and identity, he had loved this feeling, this primitive smell of blood flowing and corpses rotting.

This makes him feel relaxed.

The Lord of the Dark Angels gently opened the door in front of him that was engraved with countless blasphemous decorations. He knew what he was about to face, from the dazzling array of sculptures and portraits on the knight's castle in the past to the one after another in the deep forest of Caliban.

From the brutal sounds to the roars, blood and burning across the stars now, what he has to face has never changed.

Iron boots filled with blood and broken bones stepped on the same hard floor. As soon as the door was pushed open, the impatient cold wind pushed Zhuang Sen's shadow to the center of the hall, to the most terrible place.

Horrible...creature.

The Primarch raised his head, and at a glance he saw the completely distorted monster.

Monsters, behemoths, cannibals...

【enough.】

Dark Angel lowered his head and said no more.

The low air pressure centered on the [Lion] who suddenly became gloomy, and spread out in the blink of an eye.

That's fear.

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As the angry footsteps gradually faded away, Morgan raised her head and watched the [Lion] and part of the five hundred people gradually disappear at the end of the field of vision. Her pupils returned to deathly silence, shining with a certain smile.

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When Morgan saw Jonson for the first time, she only saw a sword burning with raging rage.

The sound was like a beheading sword, and drops of blood fell on everyone's faces with every word.

The Primarch lowered his head and stared at Randan [Warmaster] who fell at his feet.

That's the instinct of the soul screaming to be armed.

The next moment, the most powerful offensive came.

prey.

People in the world have all kinds of strange names for them, but in his eyes, they have only one name.

【That idiot! What is he doing!】

When Jonson's furious gaze shot at them mercilessly, Hector's originally steady steps stopped for an instant, as if a small carnivorous beast was being preyed upon by the top predator in the deep forest.

As the eater watched, his knees, calves and even his head were shaking involuntarily.

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[The Lion]'s eyes quickly focused elsewhere. His heart was angered by some kind of offense and was burning with fire that could devour the world: Obviously, some people disobeyed his orders and did not follow his requirements.

With the will to act, he doesn't care what the reason is for them to choose to do so, but any offense will be punished.

He needs an imaginary enemy.

Zhuang Sen felt it. It was a wild offensive without any structure, but with its heavy strength, it was still enough for him to pay attention to.

Because of these trivial matters, there were many more knights who finally fell to the claws of giant beasts than those who were defeated openly in a frontal fight.

Invasion.

But this did not stop him. Zhuang Sen's eyes kept wandering over the distant monster, looking for an angle that would kill him.

Five hundred people, all five hundred people, lowered their heads and made no sound. They stood on the left and right of Jonson, letting the primarch's anger burn in an instant.

There may be some Astartes from other legions who can do this, but their identities are sensitive and it is difficult for them to carry out the confidentiality steps necessary for the Dark Angels' private operations.

Zhuang Sen stood in front of the dead giant beast, and next to his ears were countless subtle sounds. It was the souls of tens of thousands of aliens that were splitting and dying due to the fall of the adherents.

She, and him.

【...Luthor?】

The psychic behemoth with tens of thousands of heads and thoughts was still roaring, struggling, and roaring in search of a way to break through the Primarch's brain.

And now, it's harvest time.

Then, a little surprise happened.

Blasphemous blood flowed to the ground, staining the steel boots of the First Legion's Primarch.

He could also feel that as the alien completely died, its originally majestic power was rapidly draining away at an incredible speed, as if it was being sucked dry by the land beneath its feet.

wild.

This feeling of pride lasted for a few moments, until a Dark Angel silently walked up to him.

Jonson's appearance was reflected in Morgan's pupils: long blond hair and beard, emerald green eyes, hard brow bones and bridge of nose created a dangerous face. He wrapped himself in a cold disguise and

In the container, it still can't hide the raging anger inside, and there are some more primitive and pure things...

She understands.

His pace was very slow and steady, and the terrifying creature wandering in the hall was limiting his speed: the most chaotic spiritual energy that gathered tens of thousands of wills had turned into some kind of invisible pressure.

Let every step of the Primarch be like walking with a mountain on its back.

It is an involuntary will to fight, eager to do every defensive means.

A rushing current, a change of wind direction, or a flock of frightened birds...

Dark Angel raised a question, and soon, he got an answer.

Just like he once practiced his fighting skills in the water to hunt the giant man-eating beasts lurking in swamps and lake bottoms, he needs to understand the so-called power of spiritual energy and witchcraft, and understand their operation and power.

He could not be an Astartes, preferably not, for an Angel of Death always meant trouble: among his descendants he could not think of anyone who posed a great threat to him in the spiritual realm.

Maybe, he needs a target...a training target.

【Well done...you two have done well.】

In a sense, they are the same kind. They are the same kind that transcends the so-called blood relationship between the Primarchs, and are more similar in soul and nature.

The huge head flew up, along with the broken blood and churning flesh, and drew a trail of red and white in the broken starry sky.

And in front of this dead forest built by countless steel giants, the two silver figures that stepped into the Primarch's field of vision seemed particularly dazzling.

But it has no chance.

Morgan let Hector walk in front. She stayed safely under the shadow cast by the tall warrior and watched Jonson's outline appear in her field of vision little by little.

But even so, its only means of attack: the impact caused by the entanglement of tens of thousands of uncontrolled souls, still made Zhuang Sen's body tremble involuntarily.

A trace of cold satisfaction and elation swirled in the heart of the Primarch.

The [Male Lion] is still some distance away from his prey.

When Zhuang Sen turned around and left this worthless palace, he had already confirmed a brand new requirement and goal.

The almost fearless Astartes paused in front of the Primarch, becoming a trembling mass of metal.

It's all over.

Hunting is not a simple and reckless thing.

He doesn't allow it.

【Luthor?】

That's [the same kind].

So, he temporarily stored the idea in his mind, waiting for the right opportunity to reactivate it. He knew that he did not need to handle this matter personally, he only needed to entrust it to the right person: give it to multiple people and listen to many people.

Reports and suggestions, just like before.

A controllable, powerful psyker.

Caliban's beast-slayer listens as the most ferocious spirits of the dead roam beyond his will, tearing at the barriers he uses to protect himself and his secrets, leaving shocking scars on his soul.

【I didn't order him to come over.】

Along with the disintegration of countless souls, this powerful wizard who was plotted by despicable means finally revealed his true face: the so-called Ran Dan [War Commander] was not a tall and strong individual. His body was stooped, like a

The dwarf curled up, but even so, Zhuang Sen could still feel the power of witchcraft on it that was so majestic that no one could ignore it.

It was the wanton howling and clawing of tens of thousands of souls.

He walked out of the hall and looked at the five hundred people gathered silently at the entrance of the hall. He saw that the heir who was ordered to leave had brought the mortal psyker and the soldiers of the Second Legion.

He needs training and more practice.

But Johnson didn't notice this.

He doesn't care where they are going. At least, in the real universe and within the reach of his sword, they are no longer a threat to the human empire.
To be continued...