Although this comparison might be a bit crude, if we were to extract the essence of the current situation and simplify the complexity, the reality is indeed just that—Morgan equals the world!
Although the Emperor’s Forbidden Army has the advantage in numbers and strength, they are fundantally no more than a war machine that carries out the Emperor’s orders. And they are willing to be such a war machine because only by doing so can they maintain an atmosphere of fearless valor and confront the Catastrophe Legion to the end.
As long as Morgan’s loyalty and faith in the Empire remain unchanged, the Emperor’s Forbidden Army will always stand with her and her Catastrophe ssenger, united against external threats.
Now, aside from Khorne’s Catastrophe Legion, who else could possibly contend with these two most powerful ard groups of the Empire?
Local nobility?
Don’t make laugh, can their private soldiers withstand even a single Death Charge from the Forbidden Army Knight Order?
In the end, the powers that nobles possess are granted by the Empire, while the current stability of the Empire is crafted by the Emperor’s Forbidden Army and Catastrophe ssenger. Without these two troops, the existence of the Empire is akin to nothing, and the high and mighty nobles would beco no more than livestock to be slaughtered at will by the Catastrophe Legion.
However, winning Morgan’s support is not easy. From their brief contact, Le Cheng could see that Morgan did not possess the sa dedication as Gawain, who would give everything for the Empire, nor did she, like Helena, wish to sacrifice her life for the benefit of others; to her, guarding the Empire could simply be a duty, a job.
And with that prophecy, there’s almost no chance Morgan would want to support Caster.
"It seems I will have to take matters into my own hands," Le Cheng muttered, patting his butt as he stood up.
Caster looked at him with confusion, while Guinevere curiously asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"Of course, to have a good talk with Morgan, hoping she will support Caster for my sake."
Guinevere rolled her eyes and retorted, "And who do you think you are? How big do you think your face is?"
"I am the legendary Divine Envoy, isn’t that face big enough?"
Le Cheng said proudly, seemingly having forgotten that not long ago, he, the so-called Divine Envoy, was outright chased out by Morgan.
"By the way, Caster, Guinevere, want to ride a bull?"
"Huh, ride a bull?"
"Yes, the Green Water Golden Essence Beast outside."
"Isn’t it called Fiery Red Bull?"
"Don’t sweat the small stuff like nas, let’s go, today I take you to ride the bull."
"Eh, but..."
"Alright, alright, I want to ride the bull!"
Before Caster could object, he was already being pushed out by an excited Guinevere.
Guinevere had always been extrely curious about the formidable Blood Grinding Beast. If it hadn’t been so fierce, she would have already tried to mount it sneakily. Now that Le Cheng had offered the opportunity, how could she possibly miss out?
Perhaps overly excited, Guinevere inadvertently ran ahead. Sensing the presence of a stranger, the Blood Grinding Beast imdiately showed its ferocity and let out a roar towards Guinevere, with hot breath and fla churning beneath its iron hooves.
"Ah!"
Guinevere was startled, screaming as she instinctively fell backward.
Luckily, Le Cheng reacted quickly, grabbing her waist in ti to prevent her from falling flat on her bottom.
"What’s the hurry, it’s not like you’re racing to be reincarnated."
Caught off guard and held in Le Cheng’s arms, Guinevere looked up to see his extraordinarily handso face and involuntarily blushed, feeling unexpectedly shy. Just when she thought she might be developing a crush, she heard Le Cheng’s mocking comnt and imdiately felt indignant.
"Mind your own business!"
Guinevere made a face at Le Cheng and quickly left his embrace.
"Such attitude? Be careful, or I might not let you ride Bull,"
Le Cheng said with a smile, although Guinevere often butted heads with him, he quite liked this temperant—it made teasing her all the more satisfying. Poking fun at her from ti to ti was exceptionally enjoyable. On the other hand, soone honest and straightforward like Caster wasn’t much fun to tease.
"Cut out the roaring, today’s a special day, be quiet for once."
Then, Le Cheng patted the head of the Blood Grinding Beast, giving his command.
Even though the Blood Grinding Beast had been tad by him, its volatile temperant was hard to change. Let alone riding, it would imdiately beco enraged and show a tendency to attack if a stranger even slightly approached. Therefore, Le Cheng usually kept it segregated to prevent accidental harm to ordinary people.
But now the situation was special, and it could not afford to lose its temper.
The Blood Grinding Beast sensed its master’s displeasure and lowered its head in submission.
Le Cheng mounted its back first, then gestured for Caster and Guinevere to co over.
"How... how do we ride this?" Faced with the fearso creature, Caster hesitated.
"Naturally, just like how we sleep. You sit in the middle, Guinevere in the front. Co on, there’s plenty of space on its back, don’t be scared."
"What are you waiting for? Get on!"
"Alright... okay."
Between Le Cheng’s enthusiastic invitation and Guinevere’s coaxing, Caster could not resist their will and eventually carefully sat on the bull’s back. As for Guinevere, even though the Blood Grinding Beast had crouched down, it was still quite high for her stature. With the help of both, she finally settled in securely.
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