Emperor's Bane

Chapter 60 Sound

[Tears of Reason] is like the brightest and hottest fireball, falling from the sky and falling straight into the nest of ants.

Huge crashing sounds and air waves swept in all directions, setting off steel storms one after another. In this violent rain filled with blood and iron, the army of dark angels came out of the cabin one by one.

What greeted them was Ran Dan's army as densely packed as an ant colony.

Tens of thousands of Randan warriors and flesh and blood slaves gathered from all corners of the battle moon. Compared with the high-spirited Astartes warriors, these alien elites, either fanatical or forced, also have no shortage of deadly battles. With determination and motivation to the end, they continued to advance against the impenetrable firepower net, and in the blink of an eye, they covered every corner of the relic battleship.

In this way, the first battle broke out on the cabin and deck of the relic battleship. Hundreds of dark angels and dozens of times more powerful opponents fought in the corridors and cabins. The downpour of rain shines on every soldier's face and life.

At least thirty of the best Astartes warriors fell one after another in this most chaotic hand-to-hand combat, and those fighting brothers who were still alive stepped on hundreds of thousands of alien corpses to clear the Shura. field.

Then, they rushed out of the battleship and set fire to Ran Dan's land, and what awaited them there was an almost uncountable number of alien scum, just a melee confrontation, the dark angel's queue was destroyed Disappeared completely.

The complete organizational structure no longer exists, and the battle group composed of dozens, dozens, or even a few veterans has become the main force that continues to fight. The tacit understanding they have developed through intermittent communicators and long battles is In the frenzy of Ran Dan's army, one high wall of flesh and blood was erected after another.

But not all fighters are like this, some fighters are unfortunately separated from all their fighting brothers, and most of them are finally submerged in the endless Alien frenzy.

But there are always some lucky ones.

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"die."

Hector spat out a short calendar of reprimands.

Accompanied by his voice, the big sword that was constantly shining with bright green light made a piercing sound of piercing through the cold and thin air, just like a sharp sickle cutting across the wheat fields.

The Randan warrior in front of him fell, and with the fatal blow, its throat began to spew profane blood, staining the armor of the Astartes.

But the Nova of the Second Legion did not let down his vigilance. He raised the deflagration gun in his hand and fired fiery flames at the alien's chest until it became a corpse as described in the tactics book.

After all this was done, Hector raised his head and looked around: he had completely separated from the Astartes army, and now he was surrounded by various corpses of various shapes, some of which were Ran Dan. Yes, and some ghastly aliens he had never heard of.

Victory and killing are not without cost. Hector's right arm was completely pierced by a Randan warrior's dying blow. Senbai's bones were exposed to the air, feeling the bone-chilling chill, while his chest and legs Large and small wounds and knife marks are constantly repeating the eternal cycle of bleeding and scarring. The blades of Randan soldiers are often smeared with strange poisons, and even the firm nerves of Astartes warriors are deeply affected. It disturbs.

At the same time, his ears caught more gasps and growls: more and more aliens have been attracted by the battle here, like vultures around a dying lion.

He might die here.

Such thoughts flashed through Hector's mind.

But he just held the big sword and continued to move forward.

"In fact, sometimes, death is not bad news, but the so-called eternity, which will be a kind of torture."

I don't know why, at this moment, the words of the battle brother Traasin came back in his mind, and he still remembered how the humorous senior sat on the chair and said these words in a tone that could be called lonely .

He also remembered that when others continued to question him, Brother Traasin obviously didn't want to talk about this topic.

And just as Hector was immersed in the memory, he heard a strange voice.

That was howling.

Hundreds, even thousands, of aliens wailed.

The sound was so piercing, terrifying, and distorted, as if their souls were being pulled out alive by some indescribable monster.

Hector moved his shoulders, stepped on his own steps cautiously, and moved towards the source of the voice little by little.

Passing through a road that can be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, he finally came to an open gluttonous feast, where he saw that figure.

That silver-white figure.

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The... three thousandth?
Or five thousand?
Morgan yawned lazily. She closed her eyes, revealing her neat teeth and pink tongue safely inside to the cold air.

Like an idle Persian cat.

Just like that, this blue-eyed Persian cat was sitting leisurely on a hill piled up with the corpses of hundreds of Randan warriors, with its two long legs intertwined, and one arm standing on the corpse, supporting itself. It held the body that was almost sitting paralyzed, while the other hovered in mid-air, snapping its fingers from time to time.

Whenever this sound sounds, there will be collective wailing and struggling on the half of the battle moon covered by Morgan's will. Ran Dan's army looks at everything in front of them in amazement: their comrades suddenly start to frantically Roaring and suffering, constantly tearing the armor, and even biting his companions like crazy, this kind of madness will last for more than ten seconds, until everyone collapses at the same time, unable to get up again.

And Morgan only needs to open her mouth, and another wonderful meal will be delivered to her door. After digesting for a while, she snaps her fingers again, and there will be thousands of Randan warriors thousands of miles away in a new round of food. Die in pain.

She has never enjoyed such a feast. Tens of thousands of luscious souls are rushing under the net of her consciousness, and they are harvested by her in pieces. These blasphemous black crystals may not be as delicious as the Eldar, but It's better than a large amount to keep you full.

She could even feel that with this unprecedented act of gluttony, her dusty memory was slowly thawing, revealing the tip of the next iceberg.

However, the joyful laughter was also constantly debauched in the depths of her heart, getting louder and louder.

Morgan listened to it, and the act of eating and drinking stopped because of it.

Faced with this irresistible, increasingly wild and distorted laughter, she could only...

Uneasy, he continued to eat and munch.

But it was not all smooth sailing. After Morgan devoured about thirty to fifty thousand delicious meals, she realized that a column of powerful light spots began to gather around her.

Ran Dan's army has never lacked psychics, what's more, because their home planet is close to the terrifying eyeball, and blasphemous beliefs are also endless in the shadows of the Alien Empire. Ran Dan's soul Capable people are often crazier, stronger, and desperate.

More than a dozen psionic creatures second only to [Warmaster] were heading towards Morgan's location. They turned into streamers of pure black light, scrambling to snatch this incomparably powerful opponent.

It did work.

Morgan temporarily stopped eating, she touched her chin, and then thought of something.

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When Hector arrived, the scene in front of him made him silent for a while.

Alien corpses are piled up here to form a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and all the perpetrators are sitting on the top of the mountains of the dead, even their fingers are not wet.

She was holding a corpse of a strange shape, and Hector could recognize that it was a high-level psychic in Ran Dan's army. She looked at the face of the strange shape thoughtfully.

[Fear can give birth to sweetness. 】

[Those who died of fear are indeed more delicious. 】

[There are some troubles. 】

She seemed to be muttering to herself, and she seemed to be asking Hector softly.

[So, what caused the fear? 】

Hector didn't make a sound, he just stood quietly at the foot of the Mountain of Flesh, slightly lowered his head, standing like an ordinary guard.

He just stood there like a stone statue, letting Morgan's whispers wander among the flesh and blood. Then, he heard a few snaps of his fingers, and vaguely heard countless wailings. These distorted voices were accompanied by cold The sound of the wind came, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Hector listened to these voices, and his heart began to worry about his team: Salieri, Ajax, and his respected mentor Chiron. He was separated from them, which rarely happened.

He began to consider whether he should ask... to ask.

Then, he heard a chuckle.

[The light of the stars is fair. 】

[As long as the travelers don't step out of her domain, she will naturally watch each of them, and the light will shine on their shoulders, so there is no need to worry. 】

[But some travelers can only get the same universal illumination and sight, while some... can get more. 】

[After all, even the stars will favor those who are the most powerful, loyal, and talented. 】

The sound came to Hector's ears, and he still stood there, looking neither sad nor happy.

But in private, Astarte's fingers were tightly clenched, he didn't know what emotion it was, maybe it was excitement?Or consternation?
Hector didn't know.

But he knew very well that when the phrase "you can get more" came like a whisper in his ear, at that moment, his heartbeat was indeed faster for a moment.

Maybe more than a moment.

He stood, listening to whispers, laughing, and approaching footsteps, until something seemed to float from the air, with its back to him, and sit on his left shoulder.

"boom……"

Hector staggered involuntarily, and his knees made an overwhelmed sound.

Good weight……

His heart whispered involuntarily.

The Persian cat lady who was about to sit on his shoulder paused for a moment, and then Hector could feel a gaze coming from that gaze, which was an instinctive chill that made him tremble all over.

At that moment, he felt that he was so...

Weak.

But fortunately, the gaze was finally averted, and Hector could hear the incantations being whispered, quickly, so fast he couldn't even make out.

Afterwards, the weight on the shoulders lightened a lot.

He could feel the lady leaning on his backpack, crossing her legs, one hand resting on the helmet, and the high heels of her riding boots and the hem of her gauze skirt were constantly beating against his armor.

She seemed to be immersed in low air pressure for a while.

Then, there was another snap of fingers, this time the sound seemed to be extra loud, and the wailing, moaning and screaming were also extraordinarily loud.

Hector waited a little longer until the low pressure died down with a sigh of contentment.

【lets go. 】

A direction appeared in his mind out of thin air.

"Yes... ma'am."

Hector replied in a deep voice. He looked at the stars above his head and started to move forward.

Above their heads, a battle of blood and fire was unfolding, and the stars were stained red with blood, leaving scarlet shadows on the ground.

Shining on the silent carcass.

It also shines between the two who are also silent.

(End of this chapter)