Chapter 176 The Blond Beast (2)

There were countless great deeds left unfinished by the beings in the cabin, for Horus knew they would never have the chance to fulfill them.

——Horus, his thoughts after seeing the training cabin No. 11

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apple.

Morgan suddenly thought of this word.

Apple, an apple.

A delicacy belonging to the phylum Angiosperm, Rosaceae, and Malus. In Holy Terra and most of the worlds in this empty galaxy, they have long been extinct, or they are similar to most things in the current universe.

Like common sense, it has become something that has nothing to do with the original definition thousands of years ago.

After all, how many existences can withstand the baptism of time and stand proudly at the end of the long stream of time?

…

apple.

She forgot what it looked like, she forgot its luster and color, as if she had never seen it before.

But Morgan remembered its taste. She remembered how the slightly sweet flow would nourish her when her teeth bit through the thin and crispy skin, cutting and sucking the meat and juice carefully.

The tongue played between her teeth, and then ordered her throat to move every muscle to swallow it bit by bit.

How delicious.

How sweet.

Not to mention the countless screams and cries that accompanied it.

There is rarely such a delicious food in the world.

So rare, so rare, she tried her best, but she only tasted a few of them briefly. On the battlefield of the fall of her blood relatives and the end of the world, she picked the apples and put them into her mouth.

That seems like a long time ago.

Or maybe... what happens next.

Morgan opened his eyes.

She is in darkness.

She heard a call: a weak dream, a cold invitation.

Right in that darkness.

The blond beast, or rather, part of the beast, was waiting for her.

She opened her eyes.

She smiled.

She moves forward.

She was salivating.

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"This is a spacious place, why haven't we discovered it before?"

On the wall made of pure steel, Abaddon saw a detailed map, which clearly marked all passages and rooms within dozens of kilometers.

This is a huge kingdom, which is almost completely hidden underground. On this detailed map, a corner of it is revealed at will: intricate passages, spacious rotundas and underground squares, and densely packed storage rooms.

The compartments in the dormitory were like a honeycomb, so close that it was shocking, and at the very end of the map, there was a large area that could be blurred.

Abaddon nodded, and he knew what this blurring meant: it seemed that they were lucky, and they were not far from the core of this huge underground kingdom.

Thinking like this, his eyes passed over the sign in the lower left corner of the map: this sign was also the only decoration and light source on these empty walls: they exuded a bleakness that was more terrifying than the cold air here.

It was an eagle, an eagle that was too sharp and solemn.

That's the emblem of the Eleventh Legion.

This is their place. If he guessed correctly, this should be one of the main command centers of the Eleventh Legion in the previous Randan War. It is the relic of the legion that mysteriously disappeared during the war.

Maybe they can find some clues here, or even survivors, to know what happened. Thinking of this, Abaddon looked at the figure looming in the darkness, dominating the Second Legion.

Presumably that Lord Morgan also had such a purpose, but...

It's really eerie here.

The most reckless son of the Wolf Shepherd touched his dry cheek with some scorn: Abaddon didn't like this place very much. It was dark, cold, and there was no smell of war, sweat, or blood.

But he still came: after all, the Primarch, whom his genetic father had asked him to protect, was the first person to step into this underground labyrinth.

At this time, it was already the fourth hour since the landing operation began, and the war on the ground was basically over. Under the fierce attack of the two Primarchs and 20,000 Lunar Wolves, all the aliens belonging to the alien army

Fortresses and fortresses could not even hold on for three Terran standards, and the war turned from a fortification attack to a pure cleanup activity.

After losing their Emperor, these formerly formidable opponents seemed to have lost some core strength: they still fought fiercely and fought to the death, but they were no longer worthy of being treated seriously by the Astartes.

Incomparably powerful warriors, they have gone from being throne-chasers capable of competing with the human empire to a mediocre alien threat: and for threats like this, the Luna Wolves have grown up in the past seventy years.

, and razed no less than a hundred of them.

Abaddon even felt a kind of disdain from the bottom of his heart: If this is Ran Dan, this is the so-called strongest enemy who made the Dark Angels bleed all over the ground, then it can only mean that the famous Six Wings Army also

But that's it.

Maybe the inner ring who have been famous for a long time are just a group of guys who are complacent based on their past achievements. If he can mobilize a group of gastalins, he will definitely be able to defeat the so-called inner ring veterans who are several times their number.

The son of Horus thought so, and he was extremely arrogant: he certainly had good reasons to be so arrogant,

After all, with the end of this so-called Ran Dan War, Johnson's knights can no longer challenge the reputation of the Moon Wolf.

From the moment the war ended, the Wolf Shepherd and his pack of gray and white wolves were the most glorious force of the Empire, and would continue until the Great Crusade and the end of everything.

Abaddon thought so and was so proud, but his eyes did not dwell on such an honor for too long: although compared with his companions, Abaddon may not be a very smart person, but he still

Was an excellent commander: in some respects.

The first company commander moved his eyes away from the detailed map. He looked at the cold and empty passages, assessing whether they could support Gastalin's activities. In his mind, he thought over and over again.

He recalled every detail of that kind of map over and over: the more he recalled, the more he felt that this was really a huge thing hidden underground.

This unremarkable, unadorned passage alone is enough for six Gastalin Terminators to advance side by side, with a surplus.

No wonder those aliens wanted to build a fortress to block the entrance, and if the Lord of the Second Legion hadn't walked firmly towards the hidden door, the Moon Wolves would never have discovered this place.

But then again, why do those aliens want to completely seal the entrance? If it weren't for Lord Morgan's power, they wouldn't be able to get in in a short time.

Abaddon blinked, and he ordered himself to observe the surrounding situation and things again: This underground kingdom has obviously been abandoned for a while, and all its lighting facilities have been damaged, leaving only a few people.

A darkness that even the harshest sunlight cannot touch.

In this bleakest environment, even the Astartes warriors can only rely on the automatic sensing system and optical imaging system on their helmets to move forward cautiously in this shadow.

Under the exquisite control of the Sons of Horus, the sound of the heavy armor stepping on the steel ground was no more harsh than a gently thrown stone, but in this extremely quiet situation, it was still awe-inspiring.

Hear it clearly.

Just like that, this team: one Primarch, six Sons of Morgan, fifteen Gastalin warriors, and twenty-seven battle-hardened Luna Wolves, plus First Captain A

Barton himself, a team of fifty people, advanced in this empty and uninhabited underground world, walking along an overly long corridor.

Abaddon blinked, calculating the time accurately, and always paying attention to the communicator in his palm: long before he came in, he had sent a message to his genetic father. If something happened, he needed to ensure that Horus would

Be the first to know.

But for now, everything seems to be fine.

Until the group of people reached the end of this wide passage and walked into a darkness that was too deep. Without the visual instruments on their helmets, even the Astartes warriors would not be able to see very far here with their naked eyes, but even

In this way, Abaddon can still barely recognize the environment here: this is a hall, a hall large enough to accommodate a mortal regiment. Its magnificent arc dome is at least a hundred meters away from the [ground] where they are standing, just like a reflection.

The palace beneath the ground.

In front of Abaddon, the Lord of the Second Legion could see more clearly. She knew what was in front of her with just one glance.

This is a synagogue, an unimaginably huge synagogue that can accommodate tens of thousands or even more people standing here, listening to the voice of the master of this underground kingdom.

It consists of a five-story grandstand, a broad central square and a fifty-meter-high arc-shaped embedded curtain wall. The arc dome, iron stone floor, and countless seats and standing signs exist in the tightest order.

, there is a perfect but unshakable distance between them.

Standing anywhere in this palace, the scenery you can see will be exactly the same: empty fields, cold walls, and the flag of the Imperial Sky Eagle will be hung in the highest or most conspicuous places as the only one.

Decorations, and on the left and right sides of this grand hall, are one hundred identical Doric marble columns. Starting from the entrance of the hall, they are neatly arranged, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

The underground territory surrounds it and extends all the way to the end of this magnificent building and the most noble place: the podium.

The podium is the highest point in this great hall. It stands on a base with two hundred steps. It relies on a huge and gorgeous emperor statue that is almost exaggerated. Standing on it, you can easily overlook the

In any corner, when the people below raise their heads and look up at the figures on the podium, the gap and difference in status will make anyone feel a sense of obvious admiration and emptiness.

Authority, collective, obedience, greatness.

Such words seem to echo in anyone's mind when they see this synagogue.
To be continued...