Emperor's Bane

Chapter 76 Blood and Snow
Train, ponder and consider.

All of these are just fragments, a few insignificant moments in a long time.

And beyond these far-reaching thoughts is the most common, most eternal, and most powerful part of this galaxy.

war.

The war never stops.

------

Whether it is the brutal strangulation of the Sabis galaxy, or the fragments of iron and blood shed on countless galaxies and worlds over the past few Terra standard months, they cannot stop the rampant war, but instead feed this greedy and barbaric beast even more. A ferocious beast, making it yearn for more blood.

Several Astartes legions and hundreds of millions of imperial auxiliaries who listened to the emperor's orders spread all over the most fringe and desolate corners of the galaxy, piled up the heads of Randan warriors into hills, and showed off their illustrious martial arts.

And behind this monument of victory, human blood that is enough to irrigate countless worlds flows wantonly in every part of the battlefield. Under the iron hooves of Randan Empire, it turned into a living workshop of flesh and blood.

All are bleeding.

Human beings are bleeding, and Ran Dan is bleeding too.

But these are not enough to make the leaders of all legions admit defeat, and they are not enough to make the two empires eager to conquer the galaxy give up the possibility of continuing to fight and rule.

More and more sighting reports piled up on the Primarch's desk, more and more desecrated fleets emerged from the shadows of the edge of the galaxy,

The news of the annihilation of the expeditionary fleet, auxiliary fortress, and even the entire Titan Legion began to flow uncomfortably in all the corridors. The east and north of the galaxy have become a black hole that devours people, killing thousands of Imperial vanguards. Swallow it in one gulp, and never see it again.

From a certain moment on, no one knew how many soldiers the Empire had lost in this war, maybe a hundred million, maybe more, even the Emperor couldn't say a more exact figure.

And Holy Terra has only one response to this.

There is always only one.

While one battleship was utterly wrecked in the shadow of the sun, the keels of five brand new battleships were being prepared in Jupiter's shipyards.

When the three expeditionary fleets disappeared in the shadow of Randan Empire, the establishment plan of thirty new expeditionary fleets had already been placed on the table of the war council.

While 1 mothers were mourning and crying because of the death notice of their sons, 100 million mothers were shedding tears and watching their children board the troop carrier with anxiety.

courage.

volume.

determination.

sacrifice.

Everything is for one result.

For the goal set by the Emperor himself.

For the wail of all alien races.

For the Manifest Destiny of King Lin Tianyu.

For victory.

For eternal victory.

All the price.

All at no cost.

------

In the sixth month after the Battle of Sabis, Ran Dan's army has torn apart sixteen expeditionary fleets of the Human Empire, destroyed seven worlds or interstellar fortresses, and defeated at least 300 million auxiliaries and two Titan legions Ash.

In the ninth month, Randan's last stronghold in the Maelstrom region was pulled out by the dark angels, and millions of Randan's pure-blood warriors were killed, and their fingers could no longer reach the sun star field from the east.

No. 16 months after the Battle of Sabis, Ran Dan's battle moon destroyed the First Legion's Queen of Glory [The Razor of Truth] in a way of dying together, and then, the attack of Ran Dan's army forced the Death Guard Legion The six living galaxies and more uninhabited galaxies had to be completely turned into wasteland to slightly delay the offensive of these alien armies.

By the month of No.20, the Dark Angels, White Scars, Raven Guard, and some Death Guards and some Space Wolves formed a coalition force, annihilating in one fell swoop a Randan stuck in the Wollaston galaxy at the protruding part of the battle line In the heavy army group, three Ran Dan commanders were killed successively in this battle, and billions of alien souls wailed continuously on the battlefield, just like the doomsday.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels, [Lion] Zhuang Sen killed two Ran Dan's warmasters with one against two in this battle, and his psychic advisor, who was fearfully called by Ran Dan's aliens, The silver-haired lady known as [Soul Drinker] intercepted and killed the last Warmaster Ran Dan who tried to support him.

And when the Dark Angels left this world, those billions of mourning souls that once wandered on the surface of the earth seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only an empty dead desert.

Faced with such a disastrous defeat, the Ran Dan Empire was naturally not completely silent: just seven months later, Ran Dan's virus weapon completely destroyed six fortress worlds, and at least 150 Titans fell in the same battle, becoming one of the The raw materials for the alien empire to build new war engines, and the twenty galaxies and tens of billions of imperial people originally protected by these god engines did not wait for the day when the reinforcements arrived. Their bones were piled up into mountains and shaped into mockerys. Huge statue of man.

Then, the letter of accountability from Holy Terra came to the flagship of the First Legion.

Along with them, there were eleven full-staffed Titan legions as reinforcements.

At the same time, the front-line reconnaissance force also sent back the latest news: Although the Randan Legion and fleet responsible for launching the first wave of offensive in this war have been wiped out seven or eighty-eight, the Alien Empire has not flinched. In the more remote dark corners, there are at least tens of billions of Randan troops and more battle moons.

In this way, in the fifth year when the Second Ran Dan War officially broke out, after countless battles that could completely destroy other alien civilizations broke out one after another, Ran Dan's invasion army will finally reach a peak in terms of strength, tens of billions The Ran Dan army poured out of the shadows of the northern part of the galaxy like migrating ants, and there was no sign of exhaustion.

And in the same year, the No.11 Legion had completely expelled Ran Dan’s Northern Legion from the solar system. The retreat route has been traced all the way, and it is said that its forward troops have reached the vicinity of the Eye of Terror, but the information sent back has become increasingly chaotic and scarce.

At the same time, whether it is the Luna Wolves Legion, the Ultramarines Legion, or every Legion of the Astartes who have not all devoted themselves to this war, they have received orders to recruit and dispatch, from Holy Terra to Ultra Rama, the imperial conscription has once again come to the heads of countless hive worlds and forge worlds.

Except for a very lucky few, no one is spared from this war.

that's it.

The most powerful, craziest, and most paranoid gamblers in the two galaxies once again pushed all the chips in their hands, and then watched the coins of life accompanied by the blood of the fate of their own race, in a ruthless battle. The endless consumption of consumption is passing by.

until one side falls.

Or the end of all things.

------

This is war.

Eternal truth.

No one can escape.

But not everyone is intimidated.

No one is immune.

But not all resentment.

No one can win.

But not everyone is left without gains.

------

"Ms. Morgan."

Two veterans of the First Legion who came out of Terra bowed their heads to the mortals in front of them. They stood up straight and slightly staggered their bodies, revealing the guarded porch behind them.

Morgan nodded and didn't say anything, she was used to it.

Entering the corridor, you will occasionally see dark angels walking in a hurry. When these Astartes warriors with eyes above the top see the silver hair floating around, they will stop and bow their heads until Morgan walks away. After passing their side, they will continue on their way.

In this way, Morgan maintained her undisciplined pace, wandering slowly in the corridors that other mortals are not even qualified to know. door, and through the one-sided transparent glass wall on the other wall, you can have a panoramic view of the entire deck of the [Indomitable Truth].

Morgan's room was at one end of the corridor, and at the other end was an oversized door, and beyond that was Jonson's private lounge.

In fact, when Morgan just became the unknown [psychic consultant] next to the Primarch of the First Legion, she didn't live here, and the Dark Angels on the battleship were more inclined to regard her as an insignificant little ghost.

But when the flames of the galaxy continued to ignite, when Johnson led her and the First Legion to fight on countless worlds, when she burned millions of Randan warriors with her own hands, when she fought in Wollaston , in front of thousands of dark angel veterans, when she turned the almost invincible Ran Dan into a wisp of fly ash, before she knew it, her room had been moved here, and all the dark angels saw her Sometimes, I will try my best to show a gesture similar to "respect".

They still kept some of the inner mechanism a mystery from her, but that didn't stop the knights from being right about a truly strong man.

Zahariel is even a little afraid of her, oh, and that new character, named Coswayne, also likes to hang around him now, and he seems to make sure that Morgan is always in his or his genetic father's place. In view.

But this attitude of inspection did not prevent him from becoming friends with Morgan and developing a friendship fighting side by side. After all, after seeing Morgan's power, Jonson has become accustomed to carrying his Psychic advisors rushed to the most dangerous fronts, and the warriors around the Primarch had accepted a new temporary ally, and the friendship between comrades is always simple and strong.

Morgan pushed open the door, doing simple stretching exercises in the spacious room, then casually leaned on his big bed, stretched out his hand, and habitually began to play with the increasingly prosperous vines. The aroma also slowly echoed in the room.

After a while, she closed her eyes, raised the early warning shield with ease, and then went deep into her own thinking kingdom.

------

Rift.

The rift is still there.

The giant blue eyes, the purple palace and the golden sword are also there. These sources of suffering are constantly wearing out and growing with each other, maintaining a dynamic balance.

Morgan didn't look at them, all her attention was focused on the chasm in front of her.

It was snowing in the Rift Valley, and it kept falling. Since Morgan officially embarked on the road of war with Ran Dan, the snow over the Rift Valley has never stopped.

Her eyes focused on the pieces of [snowflakes], each snowflake symbolized a mourning alien soul, those larger ones were like hailstones, they were the strongest among the aliens, and those even bigger snowballs , it is the high-end delicacy such as Ran Dan Zhanshuai, which is hard to come by.

But their accumulation is not smooth sailing, even if the most common alien souls are eaten, they are useless, they are like real snowflakes, they look eloquent and piled up into a thick layer, but it won't be long It will turn into water stains, and only those bigger souls can leave a few traces and accumulations.

If she really wants to fill this deadly rift with these alien souls, then she probably needs to kill all the aliens in the galaxy, completely destroy and swallow every civilized world that is not occupied by humans, and then Those profane survivors who were hiding in the shadows were pulled out one by one, their bones turned to ashes.

For a moment, she considered the possibility of such an action.

It's not that Morgan hasn't tried to be opportunistic. Her eyes once stayed on a more bizarre alien: green skin.

This kind of spore creature born for war is like the stubborn disease of the Milky Way. It can't be cut and killed. Even at the front line of the First Legion against Ran Dan, there are green-skinned bandits. Morgan once followed the dark angels to siege Overwhelmed by these xenomorphs, and tried to devour their strange souls.

It was fine at first, but when she ate too much, a strange roar kept echoing in her head, and it got louder and louder.

She resolutely spat out all the green-skinned souls, leaving no one left: the three in her mind were enough to give her a headache.

Thinking of this, Morgan's forehead felt a dull pain.

Then, she turned her gaze to the bottom of the valley, to the largest piece of soul: In fact, even if she devoured billions or more alien souls, it was far less than even one ten-thousandth of this soul.

This is the soul fragment of Magnus, the most nourishing thing Morgan has eaten so far. It successfully covered the bottom of the valley and relieved Morgan's headache a lot.

What's more, Morgan even discovered that Magnus's soul shards are slowly increasing. Although the speed is really not fast, it is indeed expanding bit by bit, filling more cracks in the valley.

She wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was one of the Primarch's innumerable strange manifestations, or maybe it was her blood connection to Magnus.

Whatever, it's a good thing.

It was also this discovery that made Morgan more sure of the most dangerous but also the most effective plan.

A Primarch's soul is clearly a more risky trade than a terribly inefficient alien soul.

Of course, her final decision is to have both ideas. Anyway, the golden sword and the will behind it only forbid her to devour pure human souls. As for the alien and the Primarch, it seems that the will does not Belongs to humans.

The war between the Empire and Ran Dan is still going on. Although more than [-] of the most elite fighters have been lost, Zhuang Sen still has no sign of retreating. Morgan has no complaints about this. Tens of billions of Ran Dan army.

From this point of view, as long as Ran Dan is still around, then the first point is not a problem.

As for the second point...

She had a hunch that she didn't have to wait long.

(End of this chapter)