Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Father!!!!"

Horus roared.

Rage was boiling in his heart, fueled by endless emotions.

There was indignation and fatigue; there was anxiety and trembling; the glory of overcoming all obstacles and destroying the orc capital made him arrogant, but the powerful enemy and Ullanor's endless desperate counterattacks also made the Primarch feel a kind of hindsight fear.

Horus was rarely afraid. There were few powerful enemies in the galaxy that could make him hesitate. Whether it was an alien wizard with all-powerful hands and eyes or a twisted creation that broke through the common sense of the world, they were only a few enemies under the long sword of the gene Primarch: how could a false monster compete with a true demigod?

But today, the Primarch's ambition has been challenged, and the opponents he once despised are now unshakable: Horus has killed many greenskins in his life, and the heads of beasts cut off by his own hands may cover the land of an entire world, but even the most powerful, most difficult, and most impressive warlords and Dr. Wow are far inferior to any random opponent on the surface of Ullanor.

This is simply Holy Terra soaked in the stench of greenskins, a completely corrupted orc purgatory: thousands of [Astartes] and [Imperial Guards] walk on this war-torn land, but these guys all have extremely ugly beast faces, and are wrapped in ten times the toughness and ferocity.

Even Horus could not maintain his former composure in front of such an opponent. His personal strength was not enough to save the blood that had already flooded under the glory of victory: thousands of Luna Wolves fell on the road to victory, and even the casualties of the Imperial Guards had long exceeded expectations. More than thirty Emperor Guards died in front of the Wolf God alone.

The one who killed these warriors was the most terrifying beast the Wolf God had ever seen in his life: at the foot of the Imperial City of Ullanor, there were greenskins as tall and strong as the Ogryn apes everywhere. They were just [civilians], and those with a little status were even bigger than the Primarchs. Horus had seen with his own eyes how an ordinary orc leader killed his four best soldiers, until Ezekiel personally took action and chopped off its head after a hard fight.

The [army] on the next level up was a creature that only appeared in nightmares. Orcs, almost twice as tall as Horus, were wearing full-cover heavy armor. They looked rough, but the Primarch had to use force to smash these broken copper and iron into pieces: and when Horus smashed them, the scene inside made him stunned.

These... orcs?

Horus couldn't tell, but the scene in front of him made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave: these Orks fighting with him were not living flesh and blood creatures at all. Their heads, torsos, and any part of their bodies that should be made of organic tissues have now been replaced with pure, rusty steel.

They are dead, a group of ugly iron men beyond the comprehension of the world.

But these beasts can still breathe, roar, emit foul exhaust, and kill his warriors with machetes and artillery: their flesh and blood are hidden in their ugly souls, and only the sharp blades and double storm arrows in the hands of the Primarch can tear these monsters to pieces.

Of course, there are also the warriors around him.

"I kind of regret that I couldn't persuade you to stop at that time, father."

Sejanus and the company he commanded rushed to Horus' side, covered in blood, mostly the orcs' stinky and sticky dirt, which made Horus feel nauseous, but the Primarch himself was not much better now: the endless waves of green skins had already torn the Shadow Moon Wolves' originally neat array into pieces. Although the entire legion was still far from collapse, it was impossible to maintain the solemnity at the beginning.

The Wolf God estimated that his legion had lost at least 20,000 people, which was an astonishing number even in the Great Crusade. Fortunately, victory was not far away, and there were a large number of reinforcements behind them, and the light of the Lord of Mankind was always guiding him in front.

Painful, but bearable, just requires extraordinary courage and faith.

Horus knew that he had never lacked these two great qualities.

"Hasta."

Raising his head, he glanced at the golden figure that was still shining in the broken world: in such a chaotic battlefield, Horus certainly could not see where his gene father was, but he could sense his position, he could empathize with his anger and killing, he could be half a world away from him but still be as close as one person, he knew that his proud father, the Emperor, was closer to the front line than all the warriors, he was now at the foot of Ullanor's crown, occupying the position most likely to end this war.

The wolf god blinked his eyes, he looked at the tower that made him feel sick, and remembered the message Morgan sent him a few minutes ago: he did not doubt the authenticity of the message, after all, the reputation of the Spider Queen was world-renowned, and the same information must have been known to the Emperor a long time ago.

So, will his gene father be the one who gets the infinite glory of Ullanor?

Horus thought so, and then smiled.

He liked this possibility: there is no better ending than this.

Although there will still be some regrets...

The Primarch took a deep breath, but found that the stench in the air that seemed to be lingering forever had been alleviated a little: his capable descendants had cleared the surrounding greenskins and cleared a temporary position, using this as the center to gather the scattered companies and make full preparations for conquering the capital of Ullanor.

Sejanus commanded all this. In many cases, the Wolf God felt that he could trust the entire legion to him with confidence. He could really do better than the Primarch: it was just that Horus's answer was needed on some issues.

For example...

"Father, do we need to wait for other brother legions to arrive from the rear?"

Sejanus roughly calculated the current strength of their troops.

"We can fight without their help, but it is always better to fight side by side, right?"

"Indeed..."

Horus hesitated.

"However, although I also want to fight side by side with them and create a good story, if they have no intention of doing so, waiting alone will only delay the opportunity in vain: send the situation on the front line as detailed as possible to my brothers in the rear, and let them decide what their legion should do."

After issuing the order, the Wolf God sighed.

"You know? I have thought about how to complete this battle perfectly, taking into account the brotherhood between the Primarchs, and making the Moon Wolves gain glory and honor as much as possible. At the same time, the most important point is that my father must gain the most honor: Sejanus, I set up many complicated plans for this, but until the moment the war really started, I found that all my plans were a pile of waste paper."

"From the first second, everything was beyond my control."

"Just like every war before."

Sejanus added silently, he sensed that his genetic father seemed to be experiencing some kind of ideological collision.

"Yes."

Horus nodded.

"My dreams never come true."

"But now, this war is not too bad for me."

"My father will get the highest honor of his last war, my brothers will get the freedom they want in their hearts, and I have done my best to present the Emperor with a war that is not perfect, but will end with a glorious victory: these results are enough to satisfy me."

"But..."

[Little Horus] Aximand, who came from another side, was still a little hesitant after hearing the words of the Primarch.

"My lord, the legion suffered heavy losses in this war. From the reports just collected, many of the soldiers under the captains have lost more than half of their soldiers, and the brother legions behind us, whether it is the Blood Angels, the Death Guard or the Imperial Fists, they did not leave much blood in the war: if they were allowed to fight side by side with us, the relative casualties could be reduced."

"I will summon them."

The Wolf God waved his hand, he seemed to be very sensitive to this topic.

"But whether they want to come or not is their own business."

"In addition..."

The Primarch looked at Archimandre with emphasis.

"Arsimandre, remember what I said to you before: Maybe we did have some methods that sounded effective and [natural] before, but as I said, from now on, don't pin your victory on other legions."

"Don't just rely on the sacrifice of others."

"Win with your own hands."

"Understood, father."

Little Horus lowered his head.

And Horus raised his head and looked in the direction of his father: The Primarch just looked at it quietly for a while, and then he felt that his brain, which was messed up by these recent messes, was quiet again: At any time, the Wolf God can draw enough power from the light of the Emperor.

Horus just felt that everything was messy.

This war was very chaotic, and his brothers and descendants were also a little confused. Even the Great Crusade was not as refreshing as it was at the beginning: he always felt that among these people he regarded as blood relatives, someone was hiding something from him. There were some huge secrets that he could not know, but they were indeed closely related to him. However, no matter how hard he thought, he could not figure it out.

This troubled the Wolf God. He was not sure how big the secret was, nor who was deceiving him. He did not want to and dared not doubt anyone in his mind, because everyone around him seemed to have something wrong: whether in those misty memories or on the battlefield.

What should he do...

The Primarch patted his head irritably.

Forget it, don't think about it for now...

"My Lord."

Sejanus stepped forward at the right time.

"The previously dispersed companies have almost regrouped. Where is our next combat target? Is it that tower or the palace of Ullanor? If it is that tower, we must speed up because it is closer to the Dark Angels' battle line."

"From..."

#Roaring#

The Wolf God raised his finger and wanted to point out the obvious tower. After all, he was happy to see the Emperor personally cut off the head of the Orc Emperor in the last battle, but before he finished his words, the battle cry of the last greenskin army swept the entire Shadow Moon Wolf.

They were too close.

Horus felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered by this rough roar. He doubted that this sound could ravage a mountain: in fact, this was not the fantasy of the Primarch, because drops of blood really fell on his earlobes, and his offspring were even more miserable.

He saw Sejanus and Horus the Younger rolling on the ground, blood flowing from the corners of their eyes and mouths. Ezekyle in the distance was one of the few Sons of Horus who could still stand, but he and his Terminator Armor were both shaky and shaking like sieves. Beside them, more Luna Wolves were struggling, and they were all seriously injured in their bodies and souls by this unreasonable sonic weapon.

As for the mortal auxiliary army, as for those Lucanian headhunters who had fought with the Luna Wolves all the way, these unfortunate guys were not so lucky: every mortal auxiliary army that Horus saw had died under this silent sickle, their facial features and even their heads were broken, and the red and yellow things stained the steel boots of the Astartes.

"Damn..."

These are all his confidants!

"Father..." However, the Wolf God soon ignored all this, because what really made him tremble was the pillar of light in the sky: Horus watched the sacred light symbolizing the Emperor rushing forward without hesitation after the Greenskin Emperor's army came. Nothing could make the Wolf God more excited than this scene. He was excited, and he was also afraid. Because the next second, the figure of the Greenskin Emperor stepped into the eyes of the Primarch. He had never seen such a huge and ugly monster in his life, as if all the malice in the Great Crusade was combined, moving on the ground like a Titan, and the body might be larger than any block on Terra. The ground trembled because of its anger, and around him were a full forty fully armed Orc warlord guards. Each one was more powerful than the Greenskin warlord killed by the Emperor on Goron. "The throne is above..."

Asimand knelt on the ground, staring at everything in front of him in a daze. The descendants of Horus were all like this: although they were separated by the burning battlefield and the mountain-like wreckage, they could still clearly witness the scene of the Emperor fighting with the Emperor of the Orks. The sacred light collided with the beasts like mountains. Just a hint of majesty that was accidentally leaked could make most of the Shadow Moon Wolves completely unable to raise their heads.

"Stand up!"

Horus came back to his senses slightly. He encouraged his warriors loudly. The roar of the Primarch restored the fighting spirit of the strongest people: in just a few minutes, the Gastarins gathered around their gene father again, waiting for the next order from his mouth.

But the wolf god hesitated.

In theory, he should move towards the tower. After all, destroying it would end this long war. If nothing unexpected happened, the emperor of Ullanor would also be among those destroyed, and the Emperor's war did not require other gene primarchs to intervene.

For no reason, Horus remembered the scene he had witnessed decades ago, the battlefield with the entire galaxy as the stage, the invincible monster that defeated several of his blood relatives, and his father who floated in the void like a living god: he defeated the monster in front of everyone, in just one round.

How could such an existence be possible...

No...

Maybe... Who knows...

He couldn't entrust the Emperor's life to such an illusory thing...

"No!!!"

Sejanus' scream interrupted Horus's memories rudely. The wolf god looked in the direction of his trembling fingers, but saw a scene that made his heart and lungs stop suddenly: he saw the golden light symbolizing the Emperor fighting against the infinite barbaric power of the Orc Emperor, but the direction of the war was beyond everyone's expectations. The dim destructive power was wantonly unfolding from the beast's body, each of which was enough to destroy a civilization. Accompanied by its earth-shaking roar and the painful groans of countless shadow moon wolves, black flames filled the entire sky of Ullanor.

Little by little, little by little...

The victory crown symbolizing the Emperor was gradually dissipating in the air.

"It...it disappeared..."

"How could it be..."

Unconsciously, Sejanus knelt on the ground again, staring blankly at the great pillar of light gradually falling: although the ruins that blocked their sight were still like mountains at five o'clock in the morning, lingering with golden light, telling that the Emperor did not fall in the battle, but the mere imagination that the Lord of Humanity was at a disadvantage or even in danger was enough to suffocate the Astartes warriors present.

"How could the Emperor..."

Arsimander whispered like a demon, but did not get the chance to finish, because a frenzy of wind blew all of them to the ground: when Sejanus reacted, their Primarch, the Lord of the Luna Wolves, Horus, had already rushed out without hesitation. He did not have time to call anyone around him. When he realized that the Emperor was in danger, the Wolf God made a choice completely based on instinct.

No hesitation. Without hesitation.

Without even thinking.

Horus flew into the meat-mincing battlefield ahead that required the entire legion to unite to enter. The Primarch threw his own safety behind his head without hesitation, and even the legion and brothers were the same: when the figure of the Wolf God disappeared in the raging fire, the many Luna Wolves who stayed in place looked at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream. .

"What should I do..."

Sejanus looked at Ezekiel and Aximand in front of him, the two members of the Council of Four Kings and Horus's most trusted confidants: the two bald heads just stared at each other, and finally turned their eyes to Sejanus, opening their mouths like ignorant three-year-old children.

Ask him.

"..."

"What else can I do!"

Sejanus didn't even have time to realize that his throat had been torn by the sudden rise in tone. He smashed his mad fist on Aximand's chest, causing the little Horus to fall to the ground, and then his fierce eyes swept over Ezekiel and every Gastarin until they instinctively straightened their backs.

He guaranteed that the entire Luna Wolves Legion could hear his roar.

"What else can we do!"

"Now..."

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"Follow me!"

"Don't fall behind!"

"We must keep up with the Primarch!"

"Support the Emperor! Support the Primarch!"

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Such battle cries filled Sanguinius' eardrums. When he flew low over the battlefield at a very fast speed, the Luna Wolves who saw him didn't even have time to greet the [Legion Deputy Primarch], because their enthusiasm and souls were all devoted to following the footsteps of their Gene Father.

The Archangel forgave them.

Because he was the same.

After placing the statue handed to him by the Spider Queen in a safe high place, Sanguinius rushed to the core of the battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the Archangel crossed most of the battlefield and came to the location of the Emperor. The power of the Lord of Mankind and the huge body of Emperor Ullanor were too conspicuous. When these two giants collided fists in the center of the battlefield, even the tragic war around them seemed so insignificant.

Sanguinius saw at least 7,000 guardsmen fighting the last elite of the Ullanor Empire. The perfect flesh and blood creations of the Lord of Mankind and the beasts that crawled out of the abyss fell one after another, and the dirty mountains of corpses were dotted with golden fragments and the gray and white that kept coming.

The vanguard of the Luna Wolves also arrived at the battlefield in a very short time. To Sanguinius's surprise, the Gastarins were the first to rush to the front. He clearly saw Ezekiel's eye-catching braids and the orcs torn apart by him in rage, because they had not found the figure of the Primarch until now.

Sanguinius had seen it.

In the billowing smoke and dust, Horus had rushed to the battlefield that originally belonged to the Emperor.

The angel hesitated whether to rush down to assist his brother immediately, but he still doubted one thing in his bones: Could the Emperor really fail on such a battlefield? He had heard Horus and Mortarion and others mention what happened in Randan many times.

But the angel's thoughts were quickly torn apart by the roar of the beast king.

King Urg panted, his ugly head was as big as a building, and his deep red eyes reminded people of the crazy moon hanging in the sky. The roar made the archangel stagger in the sky, and the beast's posture in battle made the archangel even forget to breathe for a while.

This abominable monster used all its cruelty to fight with the human emperor and gained the upper hand, because it was bigger, faster, and its armor was extremely better, not to mention that its whole body had been highly modified: just on the back of this monster, Sanguinius saw nearly twenty mechanical arms.

Each arm was thicker than the barrel of a warlord-class Titan, and each of them had only one weapon that was enough to kill living things: cannon, blade, chain saw, war hammer, iron claw, lightning, flame...

All kinds of things, not enough.

Emperor Ullanor used these twenty mechanical arms just like his original arms. His attack was so impenetrable that even the Archangel could not see the details. A punch hitting the ground was enough to destroy an entire battalion or leave a terrible scar on the Emperor's sacred armor.

Cold sweat dripped from the Angel's forehead.

He began to doubt that his father might not really be the opponent of this beast.

He needed his help...

The Archangel took a deep breath. He had to dodge around in the sky because the monster separated a mechanical arm to deal with him, constantly throwing shells made of scrap iron and debris at him. Any scratch would be enough to make the Archangel fall to the ground: and this did not affect King Urge's fanatical fight with the Lord of Mankind at all.

Under the glares of the two Primarchs and countless guards, the Beast Emperor of Ullanor took the initiative, and the Lord of Mankind seemed to have been gradually forced into a desperate situation: he used all his skills and mobilized every bit of psychic energy, but could only barely block the attack of the Ork Emperor. Sweat soaked the Emperor's long black hair, and the heavy breathing spread across half of the battlefield.

"Damn it..."

The Archangel gritted his teeth, dodging countless scrap iron shells in vain, watching the battle go in a direction that was not favorable to the Emperor: and when Horus finally rushed to the battlefield, perhaps out of concern, the Lord of Mankind actually took a look during the battle to see which of his descendants had broken in here.

This gave King Urge an opportunity.

Another shell obscured Sanguinius's vision. It took him two or three seconds to get rid of this damn thing, and in these few seconds, something had already happened: when Sanguinius looked at the Emperor again, his great gene father was helplessly strangled by the Emperor of Ullanor.

The Orc Emperor lifted the Emperor into the air and prepared to crush the prey in his hand

"No!!!"

Before Sanguinius could react, Horus had already rushed up furiously, dodging or simply smashing every attack launched by Emperor Ullanor against him with incredible speed, strength and skills. Sanguinius even doubted whether these powers could really belong to a gene Primarch: But in any case, when he blinked again, the golden wolf god had already challenged Emperor Ullanor.

They fought together.

The whirlwind of sharp blades, war hammers, mechanical claws and double storm arrows prevented the angel from getting closer. He could only hold back the mechanical arms of Emperor Uranus from the outside to open up the situation for his brother as much as possible. He witnessed that Horus's fight was not easy. In just a few seconds, the orc emperor knocked off half of the armor of the wolf god. Horus's flesh and blood began to boil, his arms were scorched, and even the white bones were exposed under the dark skin. From the fingertips to the chest, it was a miserable scene.

"Horus!"

This time, the archangel finally fell into endless anger.

He swooped down, and the sound of breaking through the air attracted the attention of Emperor Uranus. The beast was concentrating on killing Horus, the little troublemaker, and when he distracted his attention to look at Sanguinius, the wolf god who was knocked to the ground by him clenched his teeth, raised the double storm arrow in his hand, and pointed to the key point that could change the situation.

The gun went off.

With a roar that shook the earth, the cunning red eyes of Emperor Ullanor turned into a pool of scarlet spring water. Its incomprehensible roar and psychic power spread out uncontrollably in all directions, knocking away countless greenskins, guardsmen and Astartes. Even Sanguinius was knocked hundreds of meters away. He staggered in the air and was about to fall until a new force caught him.

[Be careful. ]

"I hope we are not too late."

The angel looked back and saw only Avalon's blue eyes: Morgan and Fulgrim had already arrived here, standing on the high ground chosen by Sanguinius, looking down at the battlefield in front of them with astonishment. Phoenix had already drawn his blade, and seemed a little confused, while Morgan was already reciting a new psychic spell.

But unfortunately, the supreme glory of Ullanor seemed destined to have nothing to do with the two primarchs who had just arrived: because when Sanguinius and Horus distracted the attention of the Emperor of Ullanor, the opportunity for the beast was gone in a flash.

The Emperor stood up.

Everyone looked at him, whether it was the Primarch, the Custodians, the Astartes, or even the Emperor of Ullanor himself: they had never seen the Emperor in such a miserable state, with pits and dents all over the golden armor, a little dirt on his long black hair, and blood on his resolute face. But when the Lord of Mankind stood up again, holding the flaming blue steel sword tightly, everything was natural after all.

He only said one sentence.

+ Die. +

He pronounced the verdict.

Emperor Ullanor seemed to have not yet understood that the situation had been reversed. The beast still grinned and stretched out its hand to the emperor, but soon blinked blankly, because its arm, which was thicker than the Titan, had disappeared: it was not cut off, but when the emperor's sword gently swept across the twisted steel, the entire blasphemous arm had been completely wiped out from the real universe.

It [died].

Pure death.

The beast opened its mouth wide, and it seemed that it didn't know whether to be horrified or roar, and the Lord of Mankind didn't have more chances with this guy: the next blow directly pierced the abdomen of the beast, and the internal organs made of steel were all melted, shattered, and disintegrated, gushing out from the surface of Emperor Ullanor like accumulated magma, and instantly polluted the entire plateau.

The beast retreated back and forth. These two heavy blows hurt it deeply, but it still did not die. The tenacious vitality of the greenskin allowed it to survive for the last breath, but the Emperor seemed to be unable to fight again, as if these two heavy blows had consumed the strength he had temporarily accumulated: and just as Sanguinius was hesitating whether they should intervene in this sacred war history, he saw that their gene father had already held the sword and walked slowly but firmly to the side of Horus.

[Tsk...]

Morgan's voice came faintly.

She knew what was going to happen.

But she couldn't stop it: whether it was her, Sanguinius or Fulgrim, or the thousands of guardsmen present, and tens of thousands of Astartes warriors, they could not stop it, but they were the living witnesses of the next scene.

They witnessed, they witnessed the Emperor's arm resting on Horus's arm, they witnessed the sacred light also burning on the wolf god's broken body, bursting out from the inside out, not only healing Horus's injuries at an astonishing speed, but even allowing the Primarch to pick up the sword.

"Father..."

Horus whispered, and those simple words were his entire world.

+ Lupekar. +

The Emperor called to him, his voice that of a true father.

+Just like we used to...+

The Emperor supported him, and the Lord of Mankind and the arms of Horus jointly picked up the sword that symbolized the authority of the entire Great Crusade. Together they enjoyed the boundless brilliance, and together they slashed at the sword that symbolized all the evils of the Great Crusade, and that symbolized all the evils of the Great Crusade. The opponent of all the stubborn enemies of human civilization.

One strike, just one strike.

"Die!"

This time, it was Horus who was roaring.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be impossible for the world to imagine such a vast power: violent light burst out from the burning sword, the entire sky succumbed in front of it, and the entire battlefield was separated in front of it. This power made all flesh and blood disappear. Become nothingness, let the beautiful house become a ruin, and all the bodies and souls that stand in front of it will inevitably turn into dust under this supreme power, and all traces of the world will be erased.

From the real universe...

"disappear."

The archangel whispered.

He sighed deeply.

"It's gone."

The emperor of Ullanor disappeared.

There was no struggle, no roar, no final echo worth remembering in line with this status and authority. In the face of the joint efforts of the Emperor and his dearest son, the Emperor of the Orc Empire, the symbol of the Great Crusade, was just silent. The news disappeared in front of everyone: maybe until the moment of death, the beast still didn't realize what happened.

Like everyone here.

"We all know nothing."

Fulgrim's voice was one of admiration.

"We have always been ignorant of the Emperor's power."

He was silent again.

"Maybe……"

"Maybe Luo Jia is not entirely wrong..."

【Who knows...】

Morgan responded softly. She was the original body who recovered the fastest.

[More than these, I am more curious about where Zhuang Sen is now? I have obviously told him about the critical situation here in the Emperor. 】

"oh?"

Phoenix turned around.

"I'm not surprised at all."

Then, he looked at Sanguinius standing in front of them with a smile on his face, but the archangel ignored his two brothers. He flew silently in the direction of Horus: The Wolf Shepherd was there He fell into his father's arms and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

He slept extremely peacefully.

"He must be exhausted."

Fulgrim lowered his eyebrows.

"But he's also going to win."

"So, is it possible that Zhuang Sen has foreseen this, and then..."

This sentence is still not finished.

Because neither Fulgrim nor Morgan, nor Sanguinius flying in the sky at this time, nor the Emperor holding Horus in his arms, could have expected the scene that would happen next. Unexpectedly, when the emperor of Ullanor fell completely, some small changes seemed to occur on the other side of the battlefield.

But the sound reminded them.

"Bang--"

The explosion swept everything.

But it's far away.

Everyone looked back in shock, only to see that the high tower, which symbolized the end of the entire Ullanor War, and the place where Horus and Jonson should have competed together, was now burning, or rather Completely destroyed: the silent wave is sweeping across the entire Ullanor battlefield at an unimaginable speed, followed by the crazy roars of hundreds of billions of green-skinned beasts before they die.

Ullanor is dying.

"Unexpectedly..."

Phoenix pursed his lips, and Morgan looked no better than him.

[Indeed...unexpected...]

The Spider Queen narrowed her eyes.

[Now we know where Jonson and his legion were just now. 】

Phoenix was silent for a moment.

"You...really informed him?"

【certainly. 】

Morgan was determined.

"Then what did he think?"

【……】

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【I don't know either. 】

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Supplement: Ah, I originally thought that this plot only needed three to four thousand words, but it ended up taking me a whole day to write...

However, the battle plot of Ullanor has really been finished so far. In any case, this difficulty has been overcome. As for the remaining issues, I will consider them tomorrow. I just want to catch up on a good night's sleep...

I stayed up late to update yesterday and actually fell asleep, but it was a very restless sleep...