【No, Your Excellency.】

With her back to the gun, Morgan's face was hidden in the already dark light, and the air around her even slightly distorted, telling the story of the powerful power that this psyker must control at all times. As Jonson

As a psychic consultant, she is not busy constructing new defense lines in every corner of the fortress like other Dark Angels, but this does not mean that she will be much relaxed.

Zhuang Sen always has questions waiting to be answered. Whenever his questions are raised, what he needs is always the most decisive and quick answers. Even short-term thinking and hesitation exudes something disgusting in his eyes.

suspicious atmosphere.

【I just shattered them.】

[Shocked the soul?]

Zhuang Sen frowned, he had never known such knowledge.

[Yes, I used tens of thousands or more souls on the battlefield to gather into a [gun]. This gun carries these souls who have no self-awareness. When it shoots into this fortress

, it will explode, and countless souls will form a sudden wave in the sea of ​​souls, crushing these alien and fragile souls like a tsunami.]

The Primarch nodded. He did not completely believe Morgan's words, but this did not prevent him from starting to think about how this technique could be used by him.

The Primarch stood up and left, and Morgan followed him silently, feeling a little relieved that the heavy burden in the kingdom of his mind was slightly relieved.

The [Gun] is powerful, and its hit means the inevitable success of the killing. Even a psyker, without foreknowledge, will only be another mournful soul beneath its sharp edge.

But [Gun] is also expensive. [Savage Gun] is just the most common of Morgan's ideas, but it still consumes tens of thousands of souls.

But Morgan doesn't feel bad, because [gun] means inevitable killing, and she can get new souls after the killing. As for those fragile souls that were consumed during the shooting process, these low-quality goods can neither truly

Filling the cracks in her heart would disrupt the remaining order in her thinking kingdom and only increase her troubles. Their loss would naturally be insignificant, or even a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the battles with Ran Dan came and went and she didn't have time to choose, she wouldn't be too lazy to eat these souls. In the past five years, although she has eaten hundreds of millions of souls, there are only a few that can really be used.

Just that much.

And the rest are nothing more than consumables.

After all, they were originally a group of aliens.

——————

【This move of yours can be developed.】

After walking to the balcony of the fortress, looking at the thick fog that still lingered in the distance, Zhuang Sen spoke slowly.

[Whether it is lightweight, taking the route of winning with numbers, or sacrificing a certain amount of preparation time to make it a weapon that can snipe or even behead generals from a distance, you can and need to study it as much as possible, our war with Ran Dan

There is always a need for new powers, especially in the spiritual realm.]

A smile hung on the corner of Morgan's mouth.

[In the field of war, you are so talented, Lord Zhuangson.]

【No.】

The Lion King briefly denied it.

[This is a universal talent. You can see it in every one of my brothers. We are generals and commanders under the Emperor. We are born to understand this and be proficient in this.]

Then, the original gene only felt a strange silence behind him, followed by a sigh.

[I'm afraid I cannot agree with this, Your Excellency.]

[Because, as I said, the talent you have shown in the field of war is the best and greatest I have ever seen so far. 】

Zhuang Sen slowly turned his head.

[Are you criticizing the talents of my two brothers?]

[I have no right to do this, Your Excellency, nor am I qualified to judge the talent of the Primarch.]

【But I still stick to my point of view just now.】

There was a light in Morgan's eyes, and Zhuang Sen looked at it carefully, and he recognized that it was the light that symbolized "persistence" and "sincerity", like the snow on the iceberg.

[Because it has never been a question of talent, Your Excellency.]

【This is a matter of attitude.】

【This is a question about attitude, awareness, and dedication.】

Zhuang Sen turned his head and remained silent.

[I have no intention of discrediting anyone, but as I said, Lord Johnson.]

[Some of the most precious stars in the galaxy are shining in your heart, but you have become accustomed to it, and you don’t know that in this era when everyone is fanatically pursuing the so-called endless desire for honor and privacy, those shining and silent ones in your heart

How precious those efforts are.】

【And I witnessed them.】

[You are a well-deserved king in the world of war, and this crown is not given by birth, nor does it rely on superior talent, because this is a crown made with dedication, loyalty, and silent giving without complaint.

What is forged is a crown that belongs only to you.】

【You deserve it, Your Excellency.】

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Morgan could hear Jonson's somewhat heavy breathing.

He didn't look at her anymore, just leaving a tall silent figure, his fingers seemed to be tapping the armor unconsciously.

Zhuang Sen's head was raised high, so that Morgan could not see even a trace of the front. He just stared at the layers of thick fog and breathed deeply, as if there was some priceless treasure there.

[Your words...are a bit exaggerated...yes, exaggerated.]

[From now on...speak less...]

For some reason, Zhuang Sen's soft whisper seemed a little weak and hesitant. He turned around and walked quickly down the balcony, exuding a strange aura that kept strangers away from him.
Chapter completed!