Emperor's Bane

Chapter 57 The Question of the Stars
[Carmen... Carmen...]

【my child. 】

[My Carmen. 】

【You...】

【Why do you always want to disobey me...】

The great Randan Warmaster leaned on his Iron Throne, curled up like a true, pained father.

In this ruthless palace, the only ruler is the throne of the [Warmaster], and every inch of the view of this supreme throne is occupied by the [Overlord] and every senior warrior of Ran Dan The projection symbolizes their life and force.

They are like diamond-shaped crystals, glowing with jet-black light, densely packed, occupying every inch of the walls and sky of this distorted hall.

In this way, in the arrogant and barbaric soul of every Randan warrior, there stands the figure of [Warmaster].

It poured its words into thousands of mirrors, and the fleets began to run rampant, the legions began to dance, and the world began to burn.

And on top of these tens of thousands of brutal warriors is the only blood red in the hall, which is the largest and most beautiful crystallization, and is the most proud crop in the long life of the [Warmaster].

It loves this crystal, just like a craftsman loves his proudest crop.

But now, it's broken.

【My Carmen...】

While it was humming, the most noble blood-red crystal fell to the ground, smashed to pieces. Compared with its gorgeous and despicable death, those thousands of shattered black crystals were so ordinary.

【Carmen...】

It curled up, it screamed, it looked at this fallen proud creation, and let out a father's mourning.

Accompanied by this mournful cry, the supreme power of the [manipulator] ran rampant in the ocean of spirit, like an octospider venting its anger and violence, falling into endless pain in its own delicate web, even the manipulator The network of countless wills is also thrown into chaos by this sincere sadness.

【my child……】

【You make me sad...】

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"The sea of ​​souls is fluctuating, and the souls and wills of all beings in this galaxy are being affected, including our target, the most important enemy, and the prey that must die."

"Although I don't know what all this is for, this moment is indeed the best opportunity."

The voice of the Dark Angel is like a piece of land in early spring, thick but at the same time truly cold.

This is a secret room in the ground, its entrance is ingeniously embedded in the cracks of several boulders, even the most cautious Astartes warriors will find it difficult to find it without repeated searches and attempts.

And push open the hidden door, through the long and narrow corridor so dark that ordinary people can't even find a trace of light, and then turn around three secret sentries and firepower points, you will come to the central area of ​​this underground miniature fortress.

No one knows who, what, or when the building was built, but at this moment, it belongs to the Dark Angels.

As for when it began to be owned and used by the First Legion, that is another unsolved mystery destined to have no answer.

But none of this matters.

As the guide opened the final door, a group of people walked into the secret room. This is a simple meeting room. A dozen dark angels are scattered among the empty tables and chairs, and surrounded by them In the center, there is an eye-catching... thing.

Morgan looked at the twisted lump of flesh. It was a brain-like object that looked a bit like a ball of wool, and it even looked alive.

【what is this? 】

"It's just a prop for the mission, you can understand it as some kind of alternative atomic weapon."

"We seized this item when we were clearing out a strange shape. Although we still don't understand the specific principle, what is certain is that it is a one-time weapon aimed at psykers. It has enough power to make any witchcraft The power of the Alien to be wiped out."

"You can understand it as a nuclear weapon specifically aimed at psykers. Its explosion does not happen in the physical universe, but detonates in the spiritual realm. Surviving a direct attack by a weapon that cost us dearly."

Morgan was silent for a moment.

[Then what do I need to do? 】

The leading Dark Angel smiled, his laughter hidden in the shadow of his hood.

"It's simple."

"You just have to detonate it."

"Direct the power of this bomb to those wills controlled by Ran Dan's warmaster. Since it is so confident and arrogant to directly control so many souls, then we only need to release this bomb in a place where souls are dense. The seed of destruction is enough to eat it back."

"Its proud captivation will be the death knell for its fate."

"And you, Ms. Morgan, are the most direct and important part of this plan. We need your power as an alpha-level psyker. As for other things, you don't need to worry about them."

"In the previous actions, you have shown sufficient controllability and cooperative attitude, and in view of your excellent attitude, we will guarantee your safety, as long as you are not affected by the explosion."

[It's just life, not memory, right? 】

"Losing a little memory is good for us. Although everything here will be abandoned and destroyed after that, it's better for you not to have any memory about this place."

"It's for your own good."

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For a moment, looking at the swearing dark angel in front of him, Morgan actually wanted to laugh.

She tried very hard to hold back her smile.

And when she looked at the so-called think tank on the other side: a psychic of the Dark Angels, who was preparing for the ceremony of erasing memories, the power he tried his best to gather at his fingertips even made Morgan feel extraordinarily strange. cute.

She smiled, trying to balance her almost uncontrollable grin.

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[The last question, do you know that the target this time is a psyker, and if not, what will you use to guarantee victory? 】

A smile appeared on the face of the Dark Angels. Although under the cover of the hood, Morgan could only see the exposed teeth and the raised jaw, but she still felt the almost instinctive arrogance of these Angels of Death.

"Indeed, we only confirmed Ran Dan's ability in a battle with Ran Dan's main landing army, so we will find you urgently, because before we know Ran Dan's ability, we can't confirm the combat mission ourselves. Next step."

"So far, the types of Randan Warmasters we know include but are not limited to powerful warriors, cunning wizards, pure commanders, or untouchables with special abilities."

"But no matter what kind of Warmaster came, there are enough means to kill them in this world."

"There is more than one [Fortress], and there are more than one method."

"Others, you don't need to know."

"Now then, let's get started."

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"What are you thinking, Hector?"

The squad of the Second Legion temporarily stayed somewhere in the desert, and two soldiers of the First Legion held their swords, seemingly casually standing not far from them.

The wind from Sabis [-] blows on their faces, bringing a dry smell. It is the afternoon, and it is the hottest time in the desert. Even the air is constantly shaking, as if in the desert. combustion.

Under this purest scorching heat, even the Astartes, who are hardly affected by the temperature, will inevitably feel a little irritability from the bottom of their hearts.

Hecht's restlessness was particularly intense.

After [she] showed an irresistible smile, she left Hector who had just been healed by her own psychic power, and disappeared into the desert wind and sand together with the dark angel.

Only Hector was left standing uncomfortably, his eyes occasionally swept across the two dark angels, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on the long handle of the great sword.

Ajax stood there, facing the two dark angels. As for Salieri, the experimental think tank, he felt an indescribable pain since he just started. He was sitting on the ground, recovering on his own. with.

"It was like an explosion..."

He couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Someone detonated something in the sea of ​​souls..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and fell into a new round of severe pain. Even the inquiries from Kairon and Hector just made him shake his head blindly.

It wasn't until the emerging psyker performed a little better that the ancient warrior Kairon diverted his energy to another disciple who was clearly absent-minded.

"What are you thinking, Hector?"

"No... nothing... Your Excellency."

Hector shook his head, but with the hot sand blowing against his helmet, he quickly realized that he had no room to hide secrets from his teacher, at least not yet.

"If you continue your vigilance and restlessness, those dark angels will probably come to question you, my child."

Kairon's voice was full of laughter, but also with a soft but irresistible majesty.

Hector was silent for a moment.

"Your Excellency Kairon."

"I am here……"

"you say……"

He raised his head, only to see a strange battleship covering most of his field of vision. He could even see countless artillery fire hitting the battleship, causing layers of explosion sound waves, but the battleship itself was unharmed.

But even so, through the web of shadow and war, Hector could still see the tiny stars, the light and shadow cast by his eyes from the tens of thousands of years of journey in the distant world.

"Stars always revolve around bigger, greater stars, right?"

"Some aren't, they're unique."

Kairon touched his chin, thinking about what his disciple was thinking, but soon, with a chuckle, he put down this probing behavior, allowing Hector to ask questions almost to himself.

"Then why do some stars choose to deviate from their positions, insist on drifting in different directions, and leave behind the stars around them, even though they have met again, they still choose to leave..."

"Why on earth is it so different... different... incredible... leaving without saying goodbye..."

He muttered to himself, telling those words that he couldn't believe.

"What is going on..."

Kyron just listened, but after a while, he tapped Hector on the shoulder.

"Troubled thinking tends to spiral into a cycle of self-doubt and faulty logic, Hecht."

"You actually have a better way."

"……what?"

This sensitive guy has become a little dull and slow now.

"It's simple."

Kairon reached out and pointed at the surviving stars.

"Go ask them."

"The thing about the stars..."

"Only the stars themselves can answer."

(End of this chapter)