It's time to put an end to this.

Morgan thought.

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Although she had expected from the beginning that her disguise would not be able to deceive this lion with a keen sense of smell all the time, when she carefully recalled some of the events and details that had happened in the past few years, and deduced their results, she could still feel a flame called [Annoyance] burning in her heart.

From the moment she stepped into this world of death, Morgan realized that something was slipping away from her already fragile grasp and rhythm.

In the silent smile of the Lion of the Caliban, an unimaginable danger was galloping towards her like a meteor among the stars, unable to delay or stop.

The monster named the First Legion Genetic Prototype is really a monster mixed with countless terrifying abilities, and he is like a hedgehog that rejects people for thousands of miles; Ruthless and unscrupulous like a jackal; Swift and deadly like a peregrine falcon.

And on top of this chaos, he put on the skin of a [lion] for himself, and used the natural reverence of humans for the king of beasts to hide his actual wild aura, and put on the false cloak of the king.

Even after five years of fierce battles in the ranks of the First Legion, even after five years of walking in the silent respect and awe of most of the dark angels, Morgan was still unsure whether his words and thoughts were heavier than a feather in Johnson's heart; I still can't be sure if my steps and temptations have really stepped on the private territory of this lion's heart.

She is not a god, she is not so powerful, and she has also tried to use her voyeuristic technique to observe Johnson's heart, but she has never succeeded.

For no matter how many times she observed, she only saw a blank Caliban forest, green and quiet, gloomy and savage, no different from the first glimpse she had into Johnson's heart.

How is it possible that after truly seeing the stars and the Milky Way, someone will still be attached to the savages and the forest?

At the very beginning, such questions took over Morgan's mind and chest, and she fell into a painful reflection and cautious observation.

In Johnson's presence, she thought she was well disguised: a well-disguised advisor, a conscientious subordinate, a capable commander whom she could rely on in some way, constantly running around the stars and on the battlefield for his victory.

And in those remaining contact time, she never gave up her observation of Johnson, and a deep inner instinct drove her to do so:

In the beginning, she thought that Johnson was nothing more than the greatest actor of all, a man far more powerful than Perturabo and Magnus, so she showed her [personality] in front of him, intending to be a pawn he thought he could control.

But after seeing his almost pious zeal for war and duty, Morgan could not help but suspect that he was a hound of honor through and through, a man who would do anything for the sake of so-called victory and duty, and she turned to boasting of his devotion and loyalty, changing her position from a perverse advisor to a conquered follower.

She thinks that this identity has not been seen through.

However, after some more time, and several of the most tragic and crazy wars, Morgan truly saw the essence of the man in front of him: he was just a beast, a beast in human skin and armor that had broken into the endless starry sky from the plains and deep forests, retracting its fangs and claws, and wielding his sword stiffly.

She came to this conclusion and then began to doubt herself.

How could her kind, her blood relatives, be a beast?

Is this a disguise?

A disguise so perfect that she can't see through it?

With this question in mind, she continued to run on countless fronts, continued to act as a powerful subordinate in front of Johnson, continued to be haunted by countless souls in her mind, and continued to stage an unspoken drama with [Lion].

The First Legion's genetic protogenone seemed to be born with a mastery of squeezing, and he was always able to squeeze more value out of Morgan, and then put her down at the right time, and this went on for five years.

He didn't trust her, never did, but he was equally reluctant to be worth her and to erase her badness.

In between wars, Morgan always gets a reminder from the Lion: Johnson longs to know her secrets, to know the hidden part of her, to be his true helper and helper, rather than maintaining an awkward situation where weight and vigilance are mixed together.

Morgan never really answered, but she never made Johnson really angry.

For Johnson.

She's very competent.

But she's not that safe.

And until the moment when the war situation with Ran Dan was slightly alleviated, before Morgan could begin to rest and organize her thoughts, she found that there were hundreds of more heavily armed dark angels around her room.

And then here they were, to the star Sisyphus III.

Clearly, Johnson didn't want to drag it out any longer.

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It's not a training session.

Nor is it a battle.

This is a showdown.

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[I have encountered countless cunning beasts. 】

Through the dense forest, Johnson's voice clearly reached Morgan's ears.

[Cunning, vicious, greedy, not satisfied.] 】

But you're more angry than they all put together. 】

[Their cunning is in the instinct of animals, in the greed of predation, in the wildness of survival, in the polluted heart, but you are different, completely different, your cunning is for the complex, vicious and hidden purpose in your heart. 】

You have a secret. 】

[Secrets are always unsettling. 】

[Indulging in secrets can make people stupid and paranoid.] 】

[Just like you.] 】

The voice of the genogen is low, calm, and unwavering, as if telling the life of a stranger.

Morgan just listened quietly, she didn't use all her energy to deal with Johnson's words, she couldn't, she needed a strength to monitor the monsters and souls in her mind, she needed a strength to maintain the magic circle under her feet, and she needed a strength to support the protective shield above her head.

[You think you're hiding well? 】

[You think I can't see your problem?] 】

[You think that only you can open your eyes and observe everyone around you.] 】

[While you're watching me, Morgan, I'm watching you, watching your ambition, watching your starry minds. 】

[I have to admit that you are a very capable person, with amazing abilities and values, but you are also a person with weaknesses and fatal weaknesses. 】

Johnson's words raised Morgan's brow slightly.

As if he could see this scene, beyond the distant dense forest, the corners of Johnson's mouth pursed a slight upward arc, and he continued.

Do you know what your weaknesses are? 】

Morgan defended her circle, sitting in the glade of her choice, staring indifferently at the bright spot on the map of her mind that symbolized the original genotype.

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You're always armed. 】

[You are always careful. 】

[You are always fully prepared. 】

You always do this, step by step with caution and carefulness, to test what you can get. 】

[But you don't know, there are some boundaries, some bottom lines, once you step on it, once you break through, then the only result is to never die, and no matter how subtle the disguise is, it can't hide the reality that you cross the line. 】

[You don't know this, you only know how to advance, devour and plunder, you only know how to move forward, until you are frustrated and obstructed, and you hit your head and bleed, you don't know where your limit is. 】

Your prudence, your subtlety, and your preparation are all useless. 】

Because fundamentally, you are a greedy fellow, a greedy spider who does not know how to respect, nobility and majesty. 】

[You think you're cautious? 】

[Nope.] 】

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[You. 】

[It's hard to fill the craze. 】

[Bold. 】

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As Johnson's last words landed, one of the most noisy hisses let out a furious battle cry of his own, like a soldier who had received an order.

Morgan, who had been somewhat abrupt, sensed this, instinctively listened, and then, her face became gloomy.

She heard a hissing from the ancient world in the farthest reaches of the forest, in the drop pod of the protogen.

There are three strands.

She heard the sound of vicious joy, the grinding of the claws that kept screaming, the spewing of flames and radiation, the most instinctive and wild hatred of the organism.

She heard of danger, a real danger, capable of threatening her life and soul.

Apparently, Johnson was not lying.

He did come as a man.

Morgan frowned, curtailed the power of the circle and shield at hand, and poured out the spell with great speed, allowing the furious power to begin to gather at his fingertips, and then ......

Wait a minute!

She realized something, and then a wave of psionic probes swept around her like a tsunami.

No.

No.

No!

Or not!

Drops of sweat ran down Morgan's forehead.

Johnson's breath was gone, and at the moment when she lost her mind for that terrifying breath, and at the moment when she had been deploying by the [Lion's] side was slightly incapacitated, the breath of the original gene was completely gone.

She frowned and searched over and over again, but Johnson was like a raindrop falling into the sea, and there was no trace of him anymore, and his love in the forest was more exaggerated than she had imagined.

He was a beast indeed.

At this moment, Morgan's teeth felt a damp coolness, confirming this.

She listened to the three roars in the distance, and she didn't give up probing, she was thinking about whether to transfer, and instinctively decided to strengthen the nearby psionic shield, but in the deepest part of her heart, she was thinking about Johnson's words again.

And at this moment when her spiritual power shifted, her ears caught the sound of iron boots hitting the ground.

Morgan stretched out his palm, and the fire of psionic energy glowed with a vicious glow that chose to devour people.

But someone is faster than her.

At the moment when the voice landed, Johnson's figure rushed out of the dense forest.

In the blink of an eye, it was so close that Morgan could even clearly see the smile on his lips and hear his silent words.

[Got you.] 】

He smiled, it was the most dangerous omen.

The great sword was raised high, and in the sunlight, it emitted a dazzling light that made it impossible to look at it directly.

In that moment, in a trance.

Morgan seemed to hear the roar of a lion.

(End of chapter)