Chapter 117 Unexpected disaster

Karas-Typhon has been keeping an eye on Morgan for some time.

Perhaps even the Spider Lady herself did not realize that among the many Astartes Legions, or in other words, among those Astartes Legions that participated in the Randan War, "Soul Drinker" is such a well-known name.

At this time, eight years had passed since the outbreak of the Second Ran Dan War, and a full six or seven years had passed since the reinforcements of the 15th Legion arrived at the front line against Ran Dan.

In this period of time that was neither long nor short, countless Astartes warriors and mortals stepped onto the front line against Ran Dan. Most of them never came back, and those who were lucky enough to survive often did not.

They were willing to mention more details about this war, but they never mentioned anything about Ran Dan or even simply forgot about it. They only had clear memories of some flashes on the human side.

In these memories, the [Soul Drinker] who fought the entire Randan War from beginning to end is one of the most mentioned characters. Almost every character who has fought side by side with the main force of the First Legion will mention it.

When it comes to this powerful psyker, even those frontline soldiers who have not participated in the battles planned by the Dark Angels can outline a terrifying figure in countless rumors and boasts.

And Morgan doesn't know all this, completely, doesn't know.

For the Pale Lady, her war experience is different from that of most: whether as an advisor to the First Legion or as a secret blood relative of the Lion King, Morgan has always followed the Primarch of the Dark Angels.

Either rush to the most brutal battlefield, or stay in the deep belly of the Queen of Glory. Her social circle is temporarily limited to the Dark Angels and a few pen pals. Naturally, these reserved figures will not mention the rumors from the outside world too much.

In a sense, Zhuang Sen imprisoned his blood relatives very well.

As a Primarch, Morgan almost instinctively ignored one thing: those things that were just a little laborious in her eyes were miracles in the eyes of others, especially after the incident on Star Sisyphus, which was accompanied by

A certain kind of slackness and laziness, this unintentional great power is increasingly displayed in front of others.

Although most of the Dark Angels' battles are to be hidden and sealed, there are always some that can be remembered by outsiders and friendly forces, and as a first-class model worker of the First Legion, Morgan did not miss any of them.

As a result, Typhon, who deliberately collected this information, accumulated a shocking report and summary. Whenever he hid from everyone and read these stories, his neck would be soaked in cold sweat, a strange feeling.

Such a ridiculous feeling would attack his heart, making him confirm the authenticity of these messages again and again.

But they are all true, at least those who preach them swear by them.

These ridiculous stories may be true, or they may be just pure rumors and lies, but even so, even if only one of them is true, it is enough to make the Captain of the Death Guard feel completely sad deep in his heart.

Fear and hesitation.

That [Soul Drinker], or rather, that Ms. Morgan.

In the Graton galaxy, relying on the local unstable star and special environment, she used her own will to distort the sun of this galaxy into a pure storm of destruction. The frantic electromagnetism and high temperature killed Ran Dan in an instant.

An entire fleet, and taking the deaths of millions of aliens as an opportunity, she invaded Ran Dan's thinking network deployed in this sector. When the empire's fleet launched a general attack, Ran Dan's sector war commander and the final

One hundred and twenty-nine important senior officers ended their lives at the same moment, and the Dark Angels blew the trumpet of victory amidst the chaos of the alien army.

In the sky of the barbaric alien world of Kustila, relying on the ancient instruments provided by the Dark Angel, her mind reigned in this tyrannical alien country with six colonial worlds, accompanied by the whispered words and invisible

With the silk thread, Krusty's alien fleet fell into deathly silence, while their legions and people were immersed in an endless dream. Billions of savage creatures sank in her whispers, from kings to soldiers.

Without exception, they were deeply involved. The weapons and warships that could destroy galaxies and worlds were abandoned, and the palaces that inherited wisdom and pride were left unguarded. This tenacious opponent who had made countless imperial generals frown was so passive.

They gave up resistance, and none of them woke up until the Dark Angel's bullets killed the last member of this thousand-year race.

And in the Titan galaxy, oh, things became even more weird and mysterious: there the First Legion annihilated Ran Dan's largest fleet since the war began, and its own casualties were less than a thousand, and no one knew about them.

How to do all this, there is only one thing that can reveal the secret of this war: after the war in the Titan galaxy ended, the navigators, psykers and even anyone with psychic potential from all the surrounding galaxies began to

They had nightmares: they heard a scream, the most charming and coldest scream. This scream resounded on thousands of bones and echoed eternally in the endless void. Until now, it

None have completely disappeared.

Compared with these rumors that are almost mythical, those more "mundane" achievements are dim: whether it is burning down alien fortresses and nests like knocking down sandcastles, or destroying dozens of aliens with a wave of the hand.

War engines hundreds of meters high turned into dust, or thousands of meritorious veterans and more new blood who had served since the Terra Unification War were saved in one bloody battle after another.

Her solid achievements are enough to make her famous among countless Astartes and psykers.

The truth and rumors are entangled, turning into a huge fog to cover up the true legend and greatness. When outsiders witness all this, they can only watch the majestic figure in the fog from a distance, and vaguely guess what is going on.

Is it just a bluffing illusion, or is it just the tip of the iceberg of real fear?

Typhon preferred the latter.

And now, such a character is right in front of him.

A person who is so powerful, so terrifying, and so feared, a psychic master who can control his own Alpha or even higher level, is an existence that everyone in the galaxy cherishes incomparably.

If he can guide her to the truly right path and let her believe in that great existence as his descendant...

Such feats should be enough for him to attract some attention from the greatest and most benevolent god. If he does well enough, given time, he may actually be able to step into the sacred garden and meet the great god.

By then, he can...

No, now is not the time to think about the future. He needs to focus on the present and the actual situation.

He should be careful, after all, this [Soul Drinker] comes from the First Legion, that extremely mysterious group of lunatics who are said to be madly loyal to the false emperor. Although she was previously a member of the more moderate Fifteenth Legion,

No one can guarantee which party will influence her more.

If she has become one of the fanatics of the pseudo-emperor, then his mission can be regarded as dying before he starts. On the contrary, if she still maintains the true wisdom of rationality and independent thinking, then he has full power.

The confidence allowed her to join the right side.

But before that...

Deep in his heart, Karas-Typhon reminded himself tirelessly.

He must be cautious, completely cautious and cautious, and he cannot let anyone know what he is thinking in his heart.

This caution comes from an experience long ago: Typhon clearly remembers how he got in touch with the great being. It was in Garaspa, after Mortarion became the Primarch of the Legion.

Chosen as the first opponent, the Legion eventually destroyed that world's resistance, wiping out its brutal rulers and replacing them with even more brutal imperial tax collectors.

And when Typhon was walking alone on the ruins of Galaspa, he couldn't help but have the faintest resonance with this sad world. He began to recall his past and sufferings: both as a human and as a human being.

Whether he was discriminated against as an alien hybrid, or he was later hidden in the shadow of Mortarion, and he couldn't even use his innate psychic powers at will. These things were like festering bile, boiling away what he thought was a firm heart.

It was in this fester that he saw the overflowing green mold in the shadows, and he heard the most familiar whisper.

A [creature] that could not be described in normal human language came to him and sent out invitations and notifications.

On that day, Typhon understood the true truth in the galaxy. He was no longer deceived or concealed. His life and knowledge were from now on more advanced than his genetic father.

But now, he is no longer satisfied with this.

He wanted to go further.

This is not difficult, after all, the person in front of you is just a mortal.

She is not nobler than him.

With this thought in mind, Typhon stretched out his hand.

"Calas-Typhon."

"At your service, ma'am."

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Morgan looked quietly at the hand stretched out to her. She could feel that it was a warm and moist palm, containing confidence and calculation.

She did not react immediately, but blinked her eyes, savoring every word deep in Typhon's heart.

Unfortunately, when the Captain of the Death Guard stepped into this corridor, the web of Spider Lady's heart invisibly enveloped the visitor's thinking.

So, she was like an ordinary traveler, listening to the thoughts about [Planning], [Coaching] and [Secret] turned into waterfalls in the valley, sloping down mightily in her heart, even

Every turn of speech in Typhon's thoughts can be demonstrated vividly in her mind.

Morgan raised the corner of her mouth. The third moment she saw Typhon, she roughly knew the background of the person in front of her.

He is the first company commander of a regiment, and all the first company commanders Morgan has seen so far are better than him.

He was a psyker, and any Dark Angels think tank Morgan had ever seen would have given him a headache at the very least.

He is a secret conspirator, and now, his inner conspiracy is echoing over and over again in the sea of ​​Morgan's mind like an echo in the valley.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly curved, and the corners of her mouth raised the slightest arc: this expression was enough to make Coswayne or Arachos sweat, because they knew what it meant.

But unfortunately, Typhon doesn't know.

【Morgan.】

She smiled slowly and stretched out her finger. This cooperative attitude even made the first company commander feel a certain joy.

Then, the two hands were held together.

"boom!"

The violent impact echoed in the corridor. At the moment of shaking hands, Typhon fell to the ground. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to prevent himself from screaming.

Hell, three of his fingers were broken, and several bones in his right arm were broken!

Typhon lowered his head because he knew how ferocious his expression was now: he only felt a kind of distortion, a feeling that his bones were being twisted alive.

【Are you okay, Lord Typhon?】

He heard the woman's voice, and that voice was indeed concerned: even if he analyzed it with the greatest malice, the voice was indeed full of concern and anxiety.

Damn...

Typhon tried hard to calm his ferocious face. He raised his head and took a closer look at Morgan's pupils: there was indeed complete concern in them, and he could not see any falsehood.
To be continued...