"You've always been a liar, deceived by others at the same time as you were deceived by others."

"You don't know anything, you don't know anything, you don't care about anything: you can't imagine what terrible and ridiculous things are waiting for us in the future, and the visions that torment me won't come to your sweet home."

"Do you think you know everything about the future now, huh?"

"Big mistake."

"Destiny is like a brilliant and mentally ill addict writer whose every storyline will only exceed your expectations, and every time a new book is published, the content of the previous one becomes obsolete."

"In the same way, every time an old story is renovated by her, you will be greeted with nothing but beauty beyond recognition, making you wonder if it has poured a whole river full of hedonic potions into your brain!"

In the shadows, the creature named Conrad let out a seeping laugh, and as his throat hissed like a snake, the gloom around him cracked again, forming an elongated ghost, screaming, fleeing in the face of each attack of Morgan.

"You can't see it."

"You can't see what kind of monster our so-called Father of Genes is, because even he doesn't know it: ignorance gives you the greatest faith and optimism, and makes you rush to that hell with all your might."

"You don't see what will become of our brotherhood, you can't see what a ridiculous end will come to the greatest of all, and you can't see what a tragic and tragic death will come to the noblest: there is no dignity or seriousness in their ends, and the great images of the past are but another merciless banter of fate."

"An epic showdown? Holy Remains? A great moment to admire? ”

"Hah!"

"Phew!"

Conrad licked his teeth,

"Believe me, when their end is revealed in front of you, when you become the spectator like me, you will not end up better than I am now, only the ultimate madness is our only way back."

"Come along."

"You're going to be crazy too!"

"In this hopeless world, only madness is the most merciful, no matter what kind of stubborn deworming you are, it will still be there patiently waiting for you, we will eventually go crazy, we can't escape!"

"One day, you'll understand."

"One day, you'll become a madman like me."

"One day, you will realize how ridiculous the so-called epic and serious that once existed in your heart, just like this galaxy, this universe, and this story, just a swear word! Damn it! Garbage heaps! ”

The creature named Conrad exists in a shadow large enough to envelop Morgan, constantly unleashing his curse on everything, but this is not enough to counter the wrath of the Spider Queen: this creature is not Conrad after all, and he has not yet learned the art of the Midnight Ghost to become elegant and spicy over the years.

With the power of psionic energy, the creature collapsed, boiling and shrinking from the inside out, this death in the darkness was beyond Morgan's grasp, but she could clearly feel the departure of this opponent and the gradual growth of the new opponent in the darkness.

In Morgan's ear was Conrad's last curse: more like a whisper.

"You know."

"I'm right."

"You can't understand our father, you run away from the future he has assigned to you."

"You know, it's just a mirage."

【……】

Morgan turned her back to the owner of the sentence, and she did not respond, because her quick mind could not think of a spicy enough reply.

The Genoplasma had to admit that whether these apparitions were a demonic obstacle in her heart or another product of Heydrich, they were enough to shoot sharp arrows of words, stinging the last remaining softness in the heart of the Lord of Avalon over and over again.

That was enough to make Morgan angry, and her anger rightfully burned on the next challenger: without it, she wouldn't have been confident of victory.

She had nothing but anger......

"And anger is not worth mentioning."

Ferus and his monster-like cold palms emerged from where Conrad had fallen, and he waited with disdain for Morgan to turn around, the huge Thunderhammer [Furnace Breaker] was held in the palm of his hand by the famous silver hands, and the various mechanical arms and auxiliary systems on the Medusa Armor were also methodically constructing a firepower dragon capable of burning the heavens.

"I heard that you are transforming your little robot that can't get on the stage day after day, and I want to be able to imitate the miracle behind me in her: you are always so greedy and unaware, Morgan, you know that you can't achieve this goal."

"You have not been endowed with such abilities, you have not been endowed with true reason and logic, and the calm thinking that you use to boast about yourself is nothing more than burying the cowardice in your heart into a flashy armor."

"And when this armor is forcefully stripped away, all that remains is an incompetent and furious coward: be careful, if you can't be as calm as I am, unnecessary anger will get you head-chopped off on the battlefield."

The tone of the Iron Hand's genetic prototype was very contemptuous, he launched an attack, all kinds of missiles and energy beams hit Morgan unable to raise his head, the physical destructive power and the flexible ripples constantly collided between the two primordials, easily tearing apart this hall, again and again, all destruction will usher in a rapid rebirth. Until the two emperor's heirs lost all patience, raised their respective weapons, and collided together.

"Where is your logic? With a safe environment, a rear that can make you hunch, you can't even plan a real battle! ”

Ferus roared, his molten breaker being swung with a tiger, and the large pale hand wrapped in unknown metal seized the moment of hand-to-hand combat and slammed into Morgan's left arm, causing the Spider Queen to retreat again and again.

When I looked up again, I saw only a gorgeous light.

"Where is your nobility? In the face of those difficult challenges, you can't even muster the courage to go head-on, cowardice and trembling take over your pathetic life. ”

Vogrim's accusations, accompanied by his exquisite swordsmanship, set off a storm of lilac, the haughty Imperial Aquila insignia stung Morgan's eyeballs, and even the darkness in the most corners of the room was now shrouded in a layer of vanity and perfect glory.

"You've never been good enough."

The Phoenix Lord sneered, his serpentine sword stabbed into Morgan's throat, making a ping-pong metal sound on his heavy neck guard, and the sharp wind blade slashed through one shoulder, leaving a slender scar that even the blood was sealed.

"You are only imitating us in vain, and you always fail, because you are only a pathetic half-finished product: you will never be able to transform perfection and nobility into true power like I did."

"Even if all the joys of the world were before me, even if all of us were doomed to the cold abyss, I would be the last to succumb to the sound of sin."

"Your abilities are inadequate, your loyalty is pathetic, and your bottom line is shaky and can be erased at any moment."

[What does this have to do with you?] 】

The Lord of Avalon withdrew his heavy axe blade, and Steno and Eurial Ellie, wrapped in their hands, responded to her call and transformed into a silver-white sword, barely able to withstand the magnificent sword dance of the Phoenix Maharaja.

[What qualifications do you have, what authority do you have to dictate to me? We are just two individuals who meet in the Milky Way, with a common father that exists on paper. 】

[Besides, what does you have to do with me?] ”】

"What do we have to do with each other?"

Fogham let out a contemptuous smile as he leaped backwards to dodge the deadly blade from Morgan, and then, with a flick of his long silver-white hair, his handsome face changed in the blink of an eye.

When I looked up again, it was already a wild pupil carved out of the wind and snow, full of enthusiasm and reason.

"Aren't we brothers? Aren't they partners who once fought side by side? ”

Riemannus stood there, not as coarse and violent as a brute, nor like a real wolf, but with a glittering Dionysian spear on his frost-white armor, the tip of which was formed a thick layer of frost because of the heavy sigh in his mouth.

Morgan was stunned, she looked at Riemanruth, and saw that the eyes that did not want to provoke a fight in the slightest had lost the courage to swing the next sword, even though the neck of the Fenris was within her attack.

"I really don't want to do this to you, Morgan, I've really done everything I can to stop this."

The Wolf King tightened his grip on his weapon, and he slowly approached the Spider Queen. There was pathos in the tone that was hard to hide.

"But you have disappointed me so much, you are hopeless, I can only punish you from my father."

"You should be glad that I am a qualified hound, and I will release my anger when I need to be ruthless, and I will also restrain my wildness when I need mercy."

"I'm never reckless, and I'm never impatient."

"So ......"

Riemanrus blinked, struggling to banish the pathos from his pupils, leaving only traces of determination.

"Take it."

The Bacchus spear swooped down on Morgan with the full force of Riemanrus' blow, a wave capable of tearing through an entire mountain range. It easily shook the Spider Queen's raised axe blade, causing the dawnbreaker's genetic protoplasm to stumble back, and his trembling wrists couldn't gather more power for a moment.

Morgan didn't block the blow, and she fell to the ground, half covered in dust, and her heavy cough mixed with a little blood stained support her to get up again.

You didn't kill me. 】

The Spider Empress grinned.

"That's because I don't want to."

"Until you realize the great sin you have committed against our gods, death is only an overly easy relief for you, and you do not deserve it."

Looking up again, where Riemanlus once stood, stood a pious son of God, whose face was covered with scriptures and inlaid with a pair of burning eyeballs: if only by physiognomy, Morgan suspected that the Lord of Mankind himself had been present.

"I don't even have anger at an unbeliever like you, Morgan."

Roga raised his scepter, and he walked towards Morgan step by step, posing for a head-to-head showdown.

"Physical battles don't matter, I'll defeat you on the spiritual battlefield, devotion to the truth will support me, I won't lose to anyone in the galaxy in a debate of faith: I'm not like you, I know what I'm going to do with my life."

"I will worship my gods, I will be loyal to my father, I will accept every defeat with a calm heart, and I will have enough courage to face the indescribable eternal darkness outside the window."

"I'm determined. And you? ”

"You've always been confused."

With that, Roga raised the hammer, and the light emitted by the Enlightener was blocked by the Lord of Avalon, who was doing his best, and Morgan forced back her overly weak brother, and she ordered her calves to squeeze out more strength, hurry up, and take a step forward, the edge of the blade pointed directly at the face of the Great Speaker.

The Emperor's Apostle panicked at the blow, barely parrying Morgan's lunge, and then being kicked in the abdomen by the Spider Queen's Iron Boots, and retreating repeatedly.

[Of the brothers I've seen, you're one of the bad ones, Luo Jia. 】

Morgan let out a contemptuous smile as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth that she didn't know if it was Ferrus or Riemanrus, and took the time to take a deep breath to regain the rhythm of the battle in her own hands.

"I don't think I deny that."

But before Morgan could rest, a completely different rational voice from Roga reached her ears, and the thick Otrama accent made the Spider Queen frown: she looked up and saw the overly bright cobalt blue armor.

Killiman smiled, and he stood not far from Morgan, fully armed, who seemed to see it more as a somewhat heated debate than a battle.

"Luo Jia is indeed not a very good brother, and the weakness and impatience in his personality make it impossible for him to be a character who can fully exert his strength, but even so, he is much stronger than you as a traitor."

"I'd rather fight side by side with Roga in the Five Hundred Worlds than have your name engraved on the halls of Macurag, maybe Tals, maybe Couss."

[Maybe Illyria, you must have been more impressed with that place: after all, you got the news there, and you lost your first king, didn't you?] 】

The Lord of Avalon sneered, and Killiman's cold smile was answered, and both of them were ready to charge at each other, but just before the battle, the Maculag suddenly raised a hand. Then he heard the lethal burst of the Compound Arrow Gun [Arbiter].

"Did someone tell you that my shooting skills were the best in the original?"

"I practice my shooting to protect the most important things in my life: for example, Otrama and the Human Empire, the two of them are closely linked, the Human Empire will not abandon Otrama, and Otrama will not grow a second Human Empire."

Killiman wielded his sword.

"It's like no matter how many times you pretend to look at my soul, you will only find that it is pure and fiery that you will never reach, and you are just a mean fellow."

[Despicable, but the nemesis of the whole of Otrama.] 】

Morgan wiped away the traces of being hit in the face by the explosive bullet, brandished his blade, and slashed at Killiman in front of him, while the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds raised his sincere short sword and blocked the blow, and the two genetic primitives fought together, and the heavy attack from the Spider Queen made Killiman retreat again and again, and soon he couldn't parry.

You're still so unfit to fight, Robert. 】

"Maybe, but I'll never take part in a bloody battle."

Killiman smiled, and after another collision, he rolled to the side, dodging the Spider Queen's axe swing, and then, behind him, countless Ultramarines suddenly popped up, and countless guns were aimed at the Spider Queen, who had no time to dodge.

For a while, there was a loud noise.

By the time Morgan's psionic energy roared and slashed all these endless Otlama warriors, Killiman had long since disappeared without a trace, and there were more Ultramarines standing in his place.

[Is escaping also part of calm?] 】

Morgan scoffed, clearing the remnants of the battle before turning to her next opponent, who was also engrossed in answering her question.

"No, running away is never part of being calm, and I never run away."

Dorne held the shield almost as wide as he was, his shiny golden gloves and sharp sword hiding behind him, and beneath his short silver-white hair were pupils that looked unyielding.

The Spider Empress pursed her lips, not bothering to argue with the boulder, but brandished her weapon and slashed at the Imperial Fist with all her might.

But the full blow only left a shallow white mark on the shield, and the Lord of Avalon's hands went numb: seizing this opportunity, Dorn quickly stabbed a sword, which was almost fatal and pierced Morgan's shoulder, which was almost the heaviest wound except for Riemanrus.

That's all you have? 】

Genogen gritted her teeth, feeling the weakness of her wounds and constant fighting, but she wasn't going to fall into the limelight verbally.

"That's all I need to do."

Dorne was cold like a machine.

"I will do them well and make as few mistakes as possible, and then I will win, defeat you and complete my task: this is called responsibility, something you will not understand at all."

[Yes, I don't understand them.] 】

Morgan almost laughed.

I don't know responsibility, I don't know giving, I don't know mercy, tolerance and any just rule, I don't know the value of loyalty and honor in your mouths, I don't understand anything, this is what I am made of, what do you think about that? 】

[Does saying these words make you happy?] 】

With a curse of gnashing teeth, Morgan swung his axe blade again, looked at Dorne's shield, and what appeared in front of her was a golden mist, in the mist, the hammer fell, easily smashing Morgan's heavy blow to the side.

"Nope."

It was the voice of compassion.

"I will grieve for you. Blood relation. ”

Vulcan stepped out, his tall figure casting a shadow in the room, and Morgan froze as she listened to Vulcan's words. Feeling the sincere grief in those red pupils, I couldn't speak for a while.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon took a step forward, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, just stared seriously at the silver-haired rebellious sister.

"You've never thought like this, Morgan, and you've never really asked your innermost thoughts, and if your choices are going to kill millions of people and your brothers, will you let the coldness and selfishness continue to eat at your heart? Instead of giving birth to even the slightest trace of mercy, mercy. ”

"If, kill me, it will benefit you."

"Am I going to die?"

Vulcan asked in a low voice.

This is a question that Morgan cannot answer.

Without fighting again, the Spider Empress lowered her head, she was not at all worried about the treachery from Vulcan, but quietly thought about this sentence, this question.

She thought for a long time, until the aura of the Lord of the Fire Dragon disappeared from her side, and Morgan sighed softly.

[I don't know, Vulcan. 】

[I don't know. 】

[I am just unable to protect myself, what power can I have to save you? 】

"I don't need your salvation!"

"I don't need that fake friendship of yours either! It's fucking disgusting! ”

The rude, shrill sound accompanied the rubble of Olympia, and the Lord of the Fire Dragon had long since dissipated, replaced by a lord as ruthless as steel, countless cables from his head to his armor, making Perturabo's anger grow stronger with each moment.

The Lord of Olympia stepped forward, and instead of using his own firepower, he wielded his own hammer in the same way.

"From the first moment we met, you were cheating on me."

The warhammer roared, and so did the warriors.

"Take advantage of my past."

"Use my knowledge."

"Take advantage of my kindness."

"Now you are using my heirs to send them to die on the battlefield, so that they can bear the casualties and pain in the place of your heirs, and bear the merciless attrition of war."

"You're even proud of it, aren't you? You're squandering the gifts I have given you. Trampled my friendship on the ground and became a ladder for you to climb up, how long will you still be brazen? ”

"Abomination."

Perturabo's voice roared like a plumb hammer on the ground, and his warhammer fell inexorably, intertwined with Morgan's axe blade, biting at each other, until the impatient King of Olympia threw it away, and smashed it into Morgan's chest with only a pair of iron fists, and the Spider Queen also mercilessly smashed the psionic punch into Perturab's abdomen, and the two genetic prototypes were severely injured at the same time, and they staggered backwards, falling together in the corresponding shadows.

Are you more noble, Lord of Steel? Wouldn't these questions of yours make your damned heart feel even a little ashamed? 】

"Shame is the weakling's thing."

Perturabo smiled ugly, but it wasn't Perturabor's voice: out of the shadows was an even taller god of war, a massive pearl-white terminator armor wrapped in sharp claws, and this majestic and deadly figure was only one step forward, casting a mountain of haze over Morgan's heart.

"You look tired, Morgan, you're not used to the long fight."

Horus raised a hand, his innate grace and charisma so graceful that Morgan couldn't even deny his words, and when the famous Horus claw flipped and moved, it actually took out a plate of fragrant unknown meat.

"Would you like some?"

Horus laughed.

"I know a thing or two about rest and cooking between battles, maybe you should sit down and have a bite to eat, listen to my words, and feel my craft: it's my own handmade broken bones and grilled wings, served with Bal's meat sauce."

"Eat them, and then think, do you want to be my enemy?"

After reading the author of Finality and Death 2:

("▼Dish▼") (▼Dish▼#)

(▼ヘ▼#) (╬◣д◢)

(Dish)

(σ; *Д*) σ the death penalty!

(_)⌒●~*m9(｀д)!!!!

The first time I read it, I thought it must have been the result of a big bang.

When I read it a second time: I think I got it right the first time!

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