Emperor's Bane

Chapter 52 Death ([-])
war.

In a sense, war is synonymous with civilization, and it may be the closest to [truth] in any country, any race, or even any galaxy.

No matter what race, no matter what gene, no matter what ideology and morality, when civilization is born from the ignorance of beasts, when [greed] is extracted from the instinct of survival, when the former carnivorous After the memories of animals marking territory and fighting were picked up and wiped away, and then given simple reasons such as "glory" or "faith", wars naturally emerged as the times require.

So hasty, so reasonable.

Two villages, two kingdoms, two races, maybe they have never seen each other before, maybe their production relationship and moral cognition are not the same as the past history, but this does not prevent, when one of them does not When trying to solve a problem with peace and communication, [War] will appear in the minds of both sides at the same time.

From this perspective, war is neither despicable nor cruel. It just has the same meaning as words such as civilization, communication, and survival. It is a simple talent inherent in any intelligent race.

From wrapping tattered leaves, wielding wooden sticks, and throwing sharp stones at each other; to covering the vitals with planks and cloth, and fighting with long swords and horses; Advanced tanks and self-propelled artillery, let the nightmare of nuclear fission and biological and chemical weapons completely break through all bottom lines and sense of security.

Until flying into space, contacting the sun, moon and stars that I used to worship, let my breath and the flickering of the stars echo in the same field of vision, but it was nothing more than replacing swords and shells with chainsaws and explosive bombs, making the distance several kilometers long The great battleship of the Great Warship succeeded the aircraft and cannon of the past...

That's it.

From the melee of three or five fighters, to the fight between two battle groups, to millions, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of armies selflessly destroying each other under the command of the sand table and pen tip, war has never Change.

It is the nightmare of every individual, the catastrophe of every collective, the tribulation of every country...

And, great victories of every race.

When the marshal issued an order, the general formulated a plan, the regimental commander planned the route, the battalion commander assembled the soldiers, and the company commander waved his blade and ordered the charge.

When the edge of war turns into the blades of tigers, the horseshoes of cavalry, the tracks of tanks, and the buzzing of dense drones.

No one cares about those who actually face it.

Even those people themselves don't care.

At least, Latobias, doesn't care.

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"Bombing! It's a drone!"

Chaotic shouts sounded in the trenches, and Sergeant Latobis tightly held his gun, which was the only thing he had not abandoned since he was wandering all the way.

He was clinging to the soil wall of the trench, using the engineer shovel that had just been sent out with one hand, desperately trying to dig deeper, even a centimeter of progress would be more likely to save his life.

Finally, before he heard those sharp cracking sounds that completely tore his eardrums, he was finally able to squeeze his whole body inside, leaving only a tattered boot still outside.

The bombing began.

Ran Dan's drone group may have hundreds, thousands, or even more. Anyway, Latobis heard the anti-aircraft guns firing at all costs early in the morning. He heard the soldiers in charge of the anti-aircraft guns boast. The big guys can block several kilometers of airspace, can fire thousands of shells per minute, and even a fly will be torn to pieces by their cannon fodder.

But it didn't seem to work, Latobis could only hear those anti-aircraft artillery going crazy, pouring out flames non-stop for a moment, and a chaotic song of resistance was playing from the muzzle of the entire position, but all this None of them stopped Ran Dan from throwing the bomb into the trench.

Latobis tightly covered his ears, but he couldn't stop the sound of the explosion from beating his extremely fragile eardrums. It was an irregular and frantic sound, sometimes heavy and solemn, sometimes like Like an exploded glass bottle, it is extremely sharp.

The sergeant could even hear the sound of those seemingly solid mounds being blown up with the soldiers inside. It was a unique and dull sound that was almost impossible to mishear, and it also meant that an unlucky guy or even worse Many people were buried alive in the soil.

Some shells landed on the ground, some shells landed in the trenches, and even one landed near Latobis. His exposed boots could feel the impact of the blown mud and stones on the soles of the boots. sound.

He heard all the sounds: the explosion of bombs, the firing of artillery, the strange sound and hiss of drone wings passing through the low sky, but he could not hear the screams of human beings alone: To be buried alive, or to be swallowed by flames in an instant, or even to be drained of all oxygen in the vacuum evaporated by the explosion of the shell, these are not the ways of death that can make people make any sound.

Only shells, only explosions, this nightmarish sonata sounded for 5 minutes or more.

Finally, it stopped.

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Latobis even forgot how he crawled out of the pit. He moved his weak calves and soles, and stood up reluctantly, but within a few seconds, he seemed to be drained of strength. Same, his calf went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Then, when he remembered something, he almost crawled to the side with hands and feet, and frantically dug up the dirt and rubble, even though his fingers were pricked with blood, after a while, under his pull, Tigray's head fell from the dirt. drilled out.

Neither of them spoke, they just glanced at each other, then lowered their heads, gasping for breath.

The entire position is now like a muddy quagmire trampled by thousands of troops, full of potholes and scattered corpse fragments, the mud and kidneys that were blown out were mixed together, emitting an unprecedented stench , Those soldiers who still have energy are shouting loudly, either looking for their comrades in arms, or simply calling for help. Countless shouts sounded simultaneously with the whistle of the officers and the groans of the dying and wounded. Horror Bombing is much quieter.

But soon, all the sound disappeared, because everyone stopped at the same time.

shock.

A sense of vibration hit their senses, the earth trembled, like thousands of monsters migrating around them.

Latobis struggled to stand up, and then he saw Ran Dan's army, they came from the front of the bridge, rolling down from the mountain.

It was like a living curve, a black wave, something that cannot be accurately described in any human language, like swarms of ants crawling across the field, randan soldiers and slaves one after another The earth emerged from the sunlight, forming a dense army after another, rushing towards them.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they were all over the place.

Latobis watched, he just watched, watching this terrifying and charming scene, watching perhaps hundreds of thousands of Ran Dan's army rushing towards their position, like a whole tsunami rushing towards a fishing boat.

He forgot to fight, he forgot to think, he even forgot to breathe for a moment, until the loudest and hoarse commands knocked against his ears.

"The enemy is coming!"

"Go back to the combat position! Get the fuck back to the combat position!"

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"Return to combat position!"

"The battle is not over yet! Maintain the third cruising speed and pay attention to avoiding those asteroids."

"Replenish torpedoes, repeat, replenish torpedoes!"

On Sabis [-], a battle may have just begun, but on Sabis [-], which is closest to the Mandeville point, a battle has completely ended.

Randan's screens and void drone swarms were ablaze, and less than a Tara standard hour ago they were the aftermath of a victory, swarms of haughty hunters chasing a defeated fleeing ship. The Dark Angel battleship.

But when it entered the edge of the galaxy and the asteroid belt that Ran Dan's fleet had no time to take care of, the situation turned 180 degrees. The dark angel ship that originally [fleeing in a hurry] showed its most ferocious fangs in an instant claws.

The three Randan small battleships with the most fierce firepower were destroyed almost at the same instant, but the remaining stragglers were beaten to pieces in the shadow of asteroids and meteorites before they could even tell what happened.

After less than an hour of chasing and counter-chasing, the Dark Angel's ship proudly left the scene of a chaotic melee, and began to walk along the edge of the shadow of Sabis [-], carefully observing the vicinity of Mandeville Point defense status.

"So... what are we going to do?"

From rout, to counterattack, to hunting, to the current sneaky investigation.

Ahriman was still at a loss.

He can understand every operation and every plan of the dark angels, but he just can't understand, what are these guys doing?
Want to resist?

Then why not gather forces and fight in the low-Earth orbit of Sabis [-]?

Want to avoid the enemy?

Ran Dan's warships are all over the galaxy, where can he avoid them?

Want to escape?

So what do you think this Mandeville point is doing?This is leading to Ran Dan's control area!

"call……"

Ahriman tried his best to take a deep breath, and finally, he chose to turn around and walked in front of the leader of the dark angel force.

"I guess I'm entitled to know something."

He said.

The leader of the Dark Angels on this ship was a veteran who hid himself under a hood, and Ahriman could only see his scarred jaw.

"Son of Magnus the Red, you are indeed our ally and guarantor in this battle, but that doesn't mean you know more, please realize that."

Ahriman tried his best not to be angry.

"Then can you tell me where Ms. Morgan was taken by you? She is a teammate with me, why did you let her stay on Sabis Star [-], but brought me here."

"Because this is a mission, Ms. Morgan's matter, unfortunately I can't answer, the order I received is to let you stay here as a friendly army and guarantee."

Assure?

This word made Ahriman feel bad, and he became more and more suspicious of the dark angel's purpose in taking Morgan away.

"So... I think I should at least have the qualifications and identity to know, what are we going to do? What plan is covering this galaxy?"

The Dark Angel couldn't help laughing, and after laughing for a while, he continued to shake his head.

"I really want to explain everything to you, but unfortunately, I can't do that."

"You don't want to talk?"

"No, it can't."

The Dark Angel corrected.

"I can only tell you that our task at this stage is to hide here and wait for the time."

"What time?"

"I do not know."

The Dark Angel denied it frankly.

"Because I don't know the complete plan, I am only responsible for the aspect I have accepted, and I can't even know what to do next. Only after the necessary conditions are met, the memory lock in our minds will be released." It will be opened, and the next move will be known."

"So now, even if you ask all the dark angels in the galaxy, you can only get the same answer. Before everything starts and ends, no one will know the complete and specific plans and plans."

"If you can't adapt yet, then please adapt as soon as possible."

Ahriman lowered his head, and he was silent for a while.

Then, Qianzi sighed.

"At the very least, I mean at the very least, I should know everything you know. Before the battle, fighting and death officially begin, I think I have reason to know more about the truth and details of what I'm fighting for."

This question kept Dark Angel silent for a while, and then he patted Ahriman on the shoulder.

"Son of Magnus, do you know Azir?"

"I've heard it mentioned that he has given his all for the Empire and the Emperor."

The Dark Angel nodded.

"Yes, we all know that Azir has sacrificed for the empire, but Ran Dan doesn't know."

"They thought we didn't know."

"In their analysis, we regarded the news of Azir's death as an accident. They thought they moved fast enough and were agile enough to end the battle before they started together."

"But in fact, they don't."

"Whether it's Azir, or the 244th Cruise Fleet, or even others you don't know about, they may be unknown, maybe you haven't heard of them, maybe the second they meet Ran Dan's fleet, they will be killed Totally torn to shreds.”

"But they are not silent. Ran Dan thinks they are, but in fact, they are not."

"Whether it's Azir or them."

"Their intelligence and communications were accurately sent back the moment before the entire army was wiped out. Countless communications stained with this blood have told us."

"Where did they die, when did they die, and at whose hands did they die?"

"we all know."

"And Ran Dan thought we didn't know."

As he said that, the Dark Angel pointed to the star map beside him, and following his instructions, Ahriman turned his eyes to the corners of the star map.

Those are marks, marks drawn one after another, extending from the darkness of Ran Dan's control area all the way to the Sabis galaxy, their time, appearance and memorandum quotes are even more different, but only their colors are consistent.

It was a red, a red like blood.

(End of this chapter)