Many years later, when Morgan witnessed the majestic body of the "Unyielding Truth" shattered in betrayal and burning, and slowly falling towards Holy Terra in the huge shadow formed by Luna blocking the light of the sun, she was sure

I will recall that quiet and noisy afternoon.

She will definitely recall the moment when Zhuang Sen's edge was only one step away from her.

Like a leaping eagle, like a rising tiger, or like an awakening giant bear, the Primarch's body cast a huge shadow in mid-air, and in contrast to this darkness, the sharp edge in Jonson's palm appeared...

Extremely dazzling.

The Primarch's attack was as fast as thunder, and he was in front of Morgan in an instant. The speed was so fast that the silver-haired Spider Queen had no time to activate her own power and exert her proud spiritual power, the "Lion Sword".

The sword edge tore through the air like a poisonous snake's message, trying to kiss Morgan's snow-white neck.

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[Similarly, as long as the speed is fast enough, even a rusty dagger can kill an alphaph.]

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In this moment, the instinct belonging to the Primarch guided Morgan. She gritted her teeth, and a curved sharp blade appeared on the top of the snake-shaped staff.

Using ten percent of her strength, she waved it. The curved blade and the [Lion Sword] collided in mid-air with a speed and force that even the most experienced Astartes warriors could not see clearly. A huge steel hissing sound was heard.

Several kilometers away, even overshadowing the roar of those terrifying inorganic killing instruments, endless storms swept out from the cracks in the two weapons, and in the blink of an eye, countless forests turned into barren hills.

The first confrontation ended within a second. The Lion King's sharp blade was deflected and passed along Morgan's left side, cutting only a few scattered strands of hair.

The silver-haired Spider Queen shook her body and took a few steps back involuntarily.

The smile that was originally determined to win on Zhuang Sen's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye. He unconsciously shook the [Lion Sword] in his hand, as if to confirm whether it was a fake or inferior product.

When he raised his head again and looked at Morgan, there was already a hint of vague suspicion in his eyes.

In the distance, the roar of the extinct machine was getting closer and closer. The vine-covered rainforest temporarily delayed their progress, but obviously, it could not be delayed for long.

Morgan covered her numb wrist, and the psychic fire began to gather on her staff. She faced Jonson's gaze and showed a pale smile.

【What are you going to use against me, Johnson?】

Jonson's smile has disappeared, and his face is even a hundred times more serious than when Perturabo was the most angry.

【With sword.】

he replied.

Then, the Primarch of the First Legion raised his big sword high. As the sword shined, his other hand suddenly drew to his waist and pulled out the plasma pistol [

The flintlock of Actinus].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fired three shots in a row.

Morgan waved her staff, and the spiritual energy she was accumulating turned into a thick barrier, blocking the sudden blow. Then, she pursed her lips and activated the teleportation technique in her disdainful gaze.

But at this moment, Zhuang Sen moved.

The figure of the original gene was like a ghost. He held a big sword in one hand, and with a slight lift of the other hand, he threw the plasma pistol in the air. Then, the free fingers stretched to his waist again.

, pulled out the fuses of two stasis grenades in the midst of lightning and flint, and threw them viciously towards Morgan.

Then, the fingers that were free again spread out and caught the falling [Arctinus' flintlock].

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three more shots!

This is the sword technique of Caliban!

Morgan clenched her snow-white teeth tightly, and let out a low hoarse cry from deep in her throat. The majestic spiritual energy rushed out from her fingertips and the top of the staff, absorbing all Zhuangson's attacks.

Submerged in the flames of nothingness.

Then, her fingers swept through the burning air, and the sharp arrows of psychic energy turned into an invisible rainstorm in an instant, and shot toward Zhuang Sen's head overwhelmingly.

Coswayne, Luther, Nemir, Zahariel, Asmodeus, Astralis...

The sharp arrows turned into countless dark angels, countless Terrans, Calibans, and everyone Zhuang Sen knew. They roared, roared, raised the swords in their hands, and aimed at Zhuang Sen.

Sen rushed over.

A cold expression froze on Zhuang Sen's face. He narrowed his eyes and broke through these phantoms with a single lunge, just like a giant beast breaking through the morning fog.

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[In the final analysis, illusion is just a false, non-existent garden maze. As long as you can identify a direction and remain firm, you can easily break through even the most real illusion. 】

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It seems that he did remember it.

Morgan sighed in his heart.

But at this time, the sword edge was already close in front of him.

Morgan raised the curved blade again.

The two terrifying weapons collided together again, biting and entangled like ferocious beasts fighting for territory, making a tooth-piercing sound of metal friction in mid-air.

The footsteps of the extinct relic are getting closer and closer.

Finally, Zhuang Sen let out a roar like a wild beast, used his arms to the maximum strength, waved the sword edge, and drew a sharp moonlight in mid-air.

The winner was finally decided in this third confrontation. Although Morgan's curved blade was no slower than the Lion King's sword, its fragile blade could no longer withstand this kind of confrontation.

With a crisp crack, the curved blade turned into hundreds of scattered fragments, and in the drizzle of metal, Morgan could finally chant his own spell.

Her figure began to become blurred, transformed, and quickly disappeared from where she was.

There was only a cold smile on the corner of Zhuang Sen's mouth.

He flipped his wrist, revealing an instrument that even Coswayne didn't know about, and pressed it down without hesitation.

The next moment, Morgan's blurred figure became clear again. She looked up and saw only an invisible psychic iron wall covering her and Zhuang Sen's heads.

Facing the astonished eyes, the Lion King raised his head arrogantly.

【You can't go out without my permission.】

His figure was mixed in with the chaotic roar of the extermination machine that was getting closer and closer, looking a little broken and blurry.

[Now, there are still thirty seconds before those despicable guys arrive.]

He looked at Morgan, his green pupils flashing with some confused speculations and a thirst for knowledge.

【strength.】

【agile.】

【reaction speed.】

[The physical fitness you displayed in those moments just now is better than that of every descendant of mine. This is simply not something a mortal can possess.]

【You'd better give me an explanation, Morgan.】

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Jonson hasn't felt this way for a long time.

This feeling is called [tension].

The flames of war across the galaxy didn't make him nervous, the countless alien blades didn't make him nervous, and even the indifferent and resentful looks between his descendants didn't make him nervous either.

Ever since he stepped into this galaxy, even the worst situation has been within Zhuang Sen's expectations.

But this time, things are different.

The Primarch of the First Legion could feel his breathing quickening, and the muscles on his face were twitching unconsciously from time to time, making his tense face become a little distorted.

When he realized this, he even felt a little angry, nameless anger.

Then, he heard laughter.

Morgan's laugh.

The laughter flowed out of her pale face and lingered between the equally pale lips. It was neither fierce nor mocking, just the simplest laugh.

In this laughter, every precious second is passing away without mercy, and the heavy steps of those ruthless and vicious machines are already close at hand.

Twenty seconds left.

The smelly cold air was continuously sucked into the Primarch's chest along the cracks between the teeth. Zhuang Sen's eyes were already blazing with curiosity, anger and vague speculations playing in his brain.

It formed a ball, like thousands of intertwined threads, giving the Primarch a slight headache.

He raised his head and began to think about whether to rush forward, grab the always rebellious white neck, and use the strongest means to get what he wanted.

Just when he was thinking quite seriously, the laughter stopped abruptly.

【I have nothing to say, Jonson.】

She evoked a smile, and it was a white swan spreading its wings in the sky.

[If you really want me to say something, then I think I can only say one thing, a word I heard, and give it to you.]
To be continued...