Chapter 85 Son of the Forest (4)

"In the past four years."

"No matter how critical the moment is."

"No matter how tense the situation is."

"On the side of the Indomitable Truth, there is always a gun port pointed at Ms. Morgan."

"It's always ready to launch."

"No matter what exists around her."

"As soon as the order comes, the cannon will fire."

"This is an order from our Gene Father."

"This order has never been rescinded."

"What don't you understand, Asmodeus? Why do we do this?"

[Am I always a symbol of disaster and misfortune in your mind? Sir, I am very curious about this.]

Under the shadow of the wings of these steel war eagles, Coswayne could clearly see those distant objects: they were the rows of gun ports of the Indomitable Truth, marking the entire firepower output of the entire side, marking the success of the ship.

Thousands of crew members and servants stood at their posts, signifying the fury of the void that could destroy a permanent fortress complex in an instant.

Asmodeus blinked, and he saw the cold-weapon weapon in Coswayen's hand. As a psyker, he instinctively wanted to stay away. The knowledge in his mind told him that this

The instrument may actually kill an [alaph] completely.

"So, we arranged all this."

"From the beginning, Asmodeus, he decided all this from the beginning. The beginning of the plan was the moment he saw Ms. Morgan's power, and the sign that the plan began to be executed was the moment Ran Dan retreated.

.”

Coswayen did not have a deeper explanation, because he knew very well that as a veteran of Terra, Asmodeus was far from naive. He just couldn't accept the sudden change in front of him.

"Now that the annoying mosquitoes have receded, it's time to clean up the spiders in the corners."

Not to mention, with this great power with infinite possibilities, the careful lady saved the lives of countless Dark Angels while constantly running and casting spells. In several years of battles, perhaps three thousand

The Dark Angels survived because of her rescue, and perhaps even more. Many Terran veterans survived the bloody assault, invisibly adding to the strength of the First Legion.

But at this moment, the voice came again, and this time, it was still a question.

Coswayen closed his eyes.

And next to the Lion King's confidant, there was the busiest scene.

Jonson accurately calculated his time and steps, constantly renovating a huge map in his mind. With Morgan's airdrop pod as the center, he had rummaged through most areas that belonged to the consciousness of the Primarch.

It has been running at high intensity, searching for clues of psychic energy.

Hearing this question, Zhuang Sen frowned involuntarily. He walked lightly, like a most focused leopard, walking in the slightly decayed jungle.

"We wouldn't go that far if we didn't have to."

"Of course we don't have to go to this step. As long as our genetic father gets what he wants, he won't make everything worse. After all, it would be an intolerable waste."

Even Coswayne himself was in awe of the mortal beside his genetic father from the bottom of his heart, because he had witnessed her power with his own eyes: only a long chant, no bloody sacrifice, no need to

With her mental exhaustion, her strength was enough to transcend the light of the stars, tearing a shocking wound on Ran Dan's fleet, and giving a victorious turn to the terrible and rotten battle situation.

"If this is a secret, Calth, then I won't ask again."

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"At this point, we have no other option except cyclone torpedoes and equivalent means of destruction."

"The things you see now, whether it is the weapons in my hand that are specifically aimed at psykers, or these storm birds and cannon muzzles, or even the cyclone torpedo that can be launched at any time, are not part of our genes.

Father’s hasty thoughts in a short time.”

"When a war breaks out, soldiers are pressing down on the territory, and alien forces occupy every galaxy and world, those who can slaughter the enemy, stand on their own, and use their power to serve the empire will naturally be my lord's confidants.

"

Coswayne's voice was like a rolling stone, falling hard to the ground, making a sound that was originally impossible to make.

Those few words will determine everything that follows.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the lion king's mouth.

"The power is enough to destroy Ran Dan's army. If it turns around one day, it will naturally threaten the human army."

He remembered something, an insignificant fragment in his memory.

"Why... do you have to do this?"

At this moment, he finally discovered her secret, her weakness, and her ridiculousness.

"But when the situation eases, the situation improves, and the endless enemy forces are left with only defeated troops and flee away, and there is no longer a hopeless situation, then such a powerful and mysterious psyker is no longer a confidant."

"My lord, have you made up your mind so early?"

The Lion King's confidant narrowed his eyes. He looked into the distance and looked at the most powerful force he could control at present: the dim figure, the round and smooth arc, and the body that symbolized the cry of the gods.

Quantity and appearance...

"Everything will end."

He looked at it, he waited, he was anxious.

"If they also fail, then they will use their lives to buy the time for the Storm Bird to pick up the [Male Lion], and then the Cyclone Torpedo will end everything."

"For this reason, our father will be the only warrior, vanguard and marshal in this battle. Once he thinks that his own power cannot control the development of the situation, then we will activate everything in front of us."

Along with this question, Zhuang Sen could feel those invisible tentacles appearing on his left and right. They were looming and distant, as if they were waiting for some kind of sound wave and consciousness to finally appear to complete their purpose.

The sound, the sound is getting closer and closer.

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"This kind of thing does not require determination. It is a choice that is almost instinctive and common sense."

Coswayen stood in a low-Earth orbit four hundred kilometers away from the surface of Sisyphus III, quietly witnessing the equally quiet world of death in front of him.

"It's a close friend... a serious problem."

Sure enough, after just a few seconds, the Dark Angel's think tank came to him calmly and asked his question again.

Five Stormbird fighter jets are parked there, and their pilots always stay at their positions, waiting for orders to set off and fight at any time. And beside these soaring engines of destruction, walk the technical sergeants of the First Legion.

They placed as many pieces of anti-psionic devices as possible on these giant iron birds, most of which they couldn't even name.

Of course, for the First Legion, these conventional weapons are just additional supplements that are better than nothing. The real power is showing its ferocity at the end of Coswayen's field of vision.

Coswayne turned around and walked slowly to the porthole, staring at the world of death at his feet. A low voice swirled between the two people.

"The fleet, destruction, and five hundred warriors equipped with the best specially-made weapons, each of them can easily kill the proudest warrior under Magnus, and these five hundred people combined,

It's just another thin dam to prevent trouble before it happens."

"The will that is enough to save countless warriors. If you are willing to control and drive, you can naturally control the entire savage world."

Coswayen stared at it for maybe a minute.

But in front of the [Mortal Psychic Advisor] next to their genetic father, all the think tanks of the First Legion are as dim as the stars under the moon, although they will not feel resentment because of this: resentment is not the Dark Angels

background, and the power Morgan displayed was enough to make these psychics feel instinctive fear and respect.

At this moment, a confused and complaining voice came from the side of the Lion King's confidant. He raised his eyelids and looked at his colleague who spoke: Asmodeus, may be the best in the entire First Legion.

think tank.

"My father has been conceiving these things in his mind, starting from the moment he saw Ms. Morgan showing off her power."

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"If safety can be guaranteed and hunger can be alleviated, even the craziest beasts will not show their fangs at will. In fact, the carnivores in the jungle are the most cautious creatures. They know how to challenge.

The unpredictability that comes with fighting.”

If possible, he hoped that everything in his field of vision would be a meaningless preparation, but of course the power of this decision was not in his hands.

And when they kept their feet on the ground and fought fiercely with Ran Dan's army in the sand and storm, the silver-haired lady's power was even more impressive: whether it was a permanent fortress that had been unable to be conquered for a long time and was thrown into the sky alive,

Or a fully armed hive city turned into fetid ashes in a long whisper, it is enough to make even the most knowledgeable Terran veterans shake their heads and marvel at the magic of psychic powers.

[Although I have already asked it once, Mr. Johnson.]

"Of course, the soundness of this method was shaken with the Battle of Billiven. Until now, we still don't know how this mortal became stronger so quickly and obviously, but she is indeed getting stronger.

, powerful enough to cause planet-level disasters, and even an orbital bombardment is not enough to truly kill her."

Johnson laughed.

"A psyker so powerful, so mysterious, so uncontrollable."

"Or everything will be fine."
To be continued...