Chapter 119 Smart Man

Death walked into this room.

The leader of the Fourteenth Legion from Barbarus did not hide his hostility at all. His desolate eyes were focused on Morgan, as if he was wondering about this mortal's indifference, and those unfocused eyes struck James

The heart of the Moon Wolf began to take a deep breath involuntarily.

Morgan narrowed her eyes, and her hearing caught a chaotic heartbeat the moment Mortarion walked in, which came from Sejames beside her.

But after just a few breaths, the originally panicked heartbeat returned to stability. Ms. Spider turned her gaze away and saw that the fourth company commander of the Luna Wolves had completely calmed down: even if he was facing an obvious visitor.

A virtuous primarch.

This couldn't help but make Morgan value him more in his heart.

Mortarion did not stay where he was, nor did he say any nonsense. He moved towards Morgan and Sejames at a rather steady speed, as if an irresistible torrent was rolling towards the beautiful village.

By mortal standards, the conference room they were in was actually very spacious. There was a huge conference table that could seat at least fifty mortal officers. Mirrors three to four meters high were decorated among the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dim room appears wider and brighter.

But for the Primarch's majesty and pace, this place was too narrow.

In an instant, Mortarion had arrived in front of them, and just as the Lord of Death was approaching a dangerous distance, James frowned and took a step forward, vaguely blocking Morgan.

"I salute you, Lord Mortarion. I wonder why you are here?"

Mortarion seemed a little surprised by Sejames' move. He stopped his heavy steps and took a quiet breath.

[This is my flagship, the boy of the Luna Wolf, I can go anywhere.]

[Moreover, this matter has nothing to do with you. 】

【Get out of the way.】

Barbarus's voice was as hoarse and slow as ever, and his eyes did not even stay on James, but stared at the wizard with almost all his attention: Until now, she has not shown the slightest trace of panic, as if his

The sight does not bring even the slightest danger.

This is a provocation.

Mortarion thought so.

But then, he heard the real words of provocation.

"Sorry, sir."

"However, Ms. Morgan is the guest appointed by our Gene Father and the official envoy of the First Legion."

The words of the Luna Wolf did not really finish, it could be said to have stopped abruptly, but the meaning was completely expressed by James's behavior: he stood in front of Mortarion like that, not moving at all.

Do not move.

These short words and offensive actions successfully attracted Mortarion's attention. His eyes briefly left Morgan and came to Sejames. The Primarch looked indifferently at the man who dared to violate the rules.

The Luna Wolf who defies him: How long has it been since he was so openly offended?

The aura of death and withering began to appear in the Pale King's eyes. Mortarion was good at this, and no matter whether they were arrogant and domineering wizards or rebellious heirs, they would silently succumb under his eyes.

But obviously, just a little death and withering can't scare the leader of the mourning society.

Sejames just stood there, blocking between Morgan's silver hair and Mortarion's scythe. The most outstanding Luna Wolf was holding his hands behind his back at this time, not even grabbing the hilt of his sword.

Standing there, his silence was his attitude and language.

And every second of this silence made Mortarion feel more and more angry.

He took a step forward, almost clinging to the beloved son of Horus, suppressing the anger and manic sounds that came out from between his teeth.

[Listen, you brat who dares to offend death, don’t think that you can be so stupid just by relying on Horus.]

[I am the brother of Horus, the blood relative he really cares about, and you are just an unknown person among his thousands of descendants and subordinates. Even if I chop off your head here, Horus will not

He will just be angry with me for a few days. What step do you think he will go to for you? Will he go to war with me?】

【He cares about me more than you!】

[Now, get out of the way and chop off your head before I want to!]

The deep roar of the Primarch echoed in the room, as if the evil thoughts of the gods fell on the heads of the people. Even the proud Luna Wolf couldn't help but shake his body, but even so, James still didn't have the slightest intention.

Retreating, he even straightened up his chest and looked directly at the original body in front of him.

One word at a time.

"Please calm down, sir."

"Please speak the words of reason."

Mortarion seemed to be grinding his teeth, and a chilling sound slowly flowed out from his lips and teeth. The edge of the sickle blade reflected the dark light in the void, piercing the eyes.

Under this kind of pressure, cold sweat had already covered James's neck, but he still did not retreat even a little bit.

Until Morgan stepped forward.

[Okay, James, it seems that Lord Mortarion just has some minor misunderstandings with me and needs a friendly communication. 】

Morgan also took a step forward and put her palm on Sejames' back, as if conveying something. Mortarion could even see obvious changes in expression on Sejames' face: first a little shock, then

Then came silence and confusion.

After a few breaths, the Luna Wolf turned his head, his lips moved up and down, and he gave silent words of warning to Morgan.

"Don't move around, don't provoke me, just wait for me for a few minutes. I'll be back soon."

"I promise."

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When the body of the Luna Wolf disappeared at the end of the corridor, the Lord of Death snorted coldly and focused his eyes on the silver-haired wizard in front of him again.

She still didn't seem to have even the slightest bit of fear. The wizard even dared to turn her back to him and walked leisurely to the floor-length mirror beside her, arranging her face and tall ponytail. Mortarion could vaguely see her pupils.

A light-colored light flashed through it.

He wanted to laugh.

How many times have these arrogant wizards and arrogant psychic thugs relied on their own dirty power to defy truth and science, and his power and reason?

But in the end, they all fell under his own sickle. Except for the victory that was snatched away, he never failed.

Of course, the wizard in front of him is still a member of the First Legion after all. Although he is not afraid of any of his brothers, he doesn't want to cause more trouble because of the life and death of a wizard: just cut off one of her hands.

Okay, right to give warning and punishment.

Just as he was thinking this, the silver-haired wizard had walked to the end of the conference table, about fifty or sixty meters away from him. She picked a chair and sat down, even crossing her legs and raising the corners of her mouth, speaking casually and

Arrogant words.

【Nice to meet you, Lord of Death.】

Exactly the same as before.

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Morgan held his chin with one hand, and put the other hand casually on the chair, dripping invisible drops of water on the floor.

She opened her mouth and said the plain but provocative greeting, and under her gaze, Mortarion did not fall into a more obvious irritability. He regained his reserved arrogance,

The voice is neither urgent nor slow.

[You know why I'm here, wizard, put away your shameless face, no matter what time, I will never be afraid to kill a wizard: no matter who he is.]

When he said this, Mortarion's sickle blade was undulating in mid-air, exuding a terrifying color, but unfortunately, his only listener and audience did not seem to understand what fear was.

[I'm curious, why do you hate psykers so much? Is it because, as I heard, your home planet was troubled by a group of aliens with psychic powers? 】

[...This has nothing to do with you, your ugly nature is no more noble than those aliens. 】

[No, Lord Mortarion, I just want to know that you hate aliens so much that your two weapons, whether it is the scythe or the gun, do not look like the work of humans.

】

[…Shut your mouth, wizard, I have my own weapons to kill those aliens, or stupid psychic fools like you.]

[What weapon? Are you using your bad breath to smoke them to death? 】

【……】

【……】

【...You ugly witch!】

The Lord of Death let out a low roar composed of pure anger. He waved his scythe and strode forward to kill.

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resistance.

extrusion.

asphyxia.

Powerful spiritual power surrounded him in an instant, even making him feel out of breath. Every step he took was like carrying a real mountain on his back.
To be continued...