Emperor's Bane

Chapter 138 The Great Army
They are coming.

Ran Dan, it's coming.

When Morgan's soul broke through the shackles of the body and the mortal world, and came to the void filled with incomparable madness, dreams and cold breath, she felt a rather false warmth, a kind of feeling Temporary comfort and satisfaction tolerance.

Just like an eagle whose wings have been broken since childhood, at a certain lucky enough time, it returns to the sky, enjoying the freedom and natural beauty that it has never felt before. Everything is in her eyes But a pathetic creature buried in the dust, a delicacy for her to pluck or trample upon.

For a moment, Morgan even understood the stupidity of those Magnus and his sons. She understood why the Prosperians were so obsessed with letting their souls wander in the dangerous ocean, Like the most insane junkie seeking a thrill, so the most extreme warriors of the Thousand Sons, even the King of Prospero himself, are seeking the freedom and wandering of their souls.

Morgan hadn't understood it before, but now, she did.

Her soul is detached from her body, which can only be called shackles, and broke through all kinds of clouds and sky in an instant. In a world unimaginable by ordinary people, she threw the most extensive desert and the highest mountain at will. At her feet, every breath of nothingness created waves in the layers of clouds and wind, just like a young god wasting the eternal time in the clouds.

She raised her head, and the shadow of her soul threw off the gravity and vacuum that once restricted countless races trapped on her home planet, and came to the dim stars.

She stretched out her hand, and countless sun discs and stars respectfully disappeared from her field of vision. They still existed in the original place, but they and heat could no longer interfere with her senses and will, just like mediocre courtiers could never Slow the Queen's pace.

She smiled, watched, and ordered. Her will and desire transcended the gravitational force of the world, the constraints of stars, the power of the simplest galaxies and visions, and came to even the most cutting-edge technological instruments. It is also impossible to observe the place.

She stands above the stars.

She can do it if she wants.

The innate short-sightedness of living beings, the limits of machines developed after thousands of years of wisdom, the myriad methods born of countless genius ideas that have exhausted countless wise men in the world, those mortals Everything that can be done, everything that can be imagined, and everything that can be prayed for, in her eyes, is just a matter of waving hands.

She doesn't even need to pay any price or pain, she just needs to let her psychic energy start to work, and let her innate power be able to vent wantonly, and then she can do those deeds that mortals exhaust everything, those who use blood The crystallization created with tears and sweat will not be just the worst imitation of a random thought in her mind.

She can watch, she can decide, she can change, she can indulge.

In short, in a certain field, she is a legendary god.

Such thoughts persisted in Morgan's mind for less than a second, and she raised the corners of her lips. Ms. Spider's unfathomable calmness and rationality aroused waves, washing away this poor arrogance and temptation.

Maybe those Thousand Sons, maybe Ahriman or even Magnus, will be addicted to this feeling, they can be proud of it, and use it as the strength of being born excellent, noble, and superior to all living beings. Testify powerfully and indulge in it at all costs.

But Morgan will not.

The power that is too easily obtained will always make people forget what they are doing, but when Ms. Spider wants to express her talents, she will always think of the existence in her heart.

At this point, she would be reminded of the feeling of humility, and what little arrogance was left would melt away, allowing her energy to be refocused on work and purpose.

She knew that she was just an ant, and she didn't have any chance to come into contact with arrogance and stupidity.

Morgan opened her eyes, and in just a split second, she took in the entire Taxus galaxy, and summoned every life, every thought, and even every breath in this galaxy to herself. In front of the soul, carefully sift.

She could see that her blood relatives were preparing their own affairs.

She could see that the fleets belonging to the Space Wolves were swearing and sailing into the miniature universes opened up by the Dark Angels. These small spaces opened up by the First Legion were scattered throughout the galaxy. The technology and relics needed are far beyond the imagination of any empire.

She could see that Vulcan was leading his sons to familiarize themselves with every fortress and every high wall. Deflagration, melting, and various flamethrowers were piled up at their feet, and the dragon lord himself They are checking the most important locations, checking every iron wall that needs to face Ran Dan's craziest army.

She could see that Jonson was in his command room in the depths of the "Indomitable Truth", polishing the already too bright Lion King sword over and over again, he put on his armor, got up, and said in a low voice. He said, before he came to the table that decided everyone's fate, the knight commanders who commanded thousands of troops surrounded him, and they surrendered to his majesty, like the most humble servants, bowing their heads and ears.

She can see that her most important pawn is implementing her request little by little, and he will return to her side at the end of this war; she can see that tens of millions of mortals are walking into In their respective battle stations, they were encouraged, deceived, or promised as rewards to meet the war; she could see that the horrors buried in the deepest depths of broken history have been unleashed, and their every breath. Freely release the deep-seated hatred for any life and civilization.

Thousands of scenarios are unfolding in every corner of every world; thousands of ideas are jumping in every thinking of every mortal, and thousands of possibilities are advancing in every sound of every bullet .

She grabbed them in her hands and breathed greedily.

she can see.

They are ready.

She can see it too.

They have also come.

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The field of vision passed through the scattered meteorites at the outermost edge of the galaxy, came to the boundless darkness and illusion, came to the darkest field that even the bravest warriors would not set foot in, and came to the first place where this war is about to break out. The outermost edge of the confrontation.

After the first batch of ambushes of the Imperial fleet had been thrown away by her vision, Morgan's will finally broke through the scope of the galaxy, her senses rushed into the waves of the subspace, and almost in the next second, she saw Arrived at what she was looking for.

They are close at hand.

The black waves are like waves, sweeping step by step, those terrifying ships full of spikes and flails seem to have completely surrounded the galaxy of the empire, they are endless, from Morgan's most subtle senses to the vision of her soul The most extreme distance you can see is all occupied by alien warships. They are in groups, like Beelzebub from purgatory, finally tired of the endless waiting, and thus rolled up enough to swallow all things on the ground. China's monstrous locust swarms.

During the ten years that Morgan followed her brother and fought Ran Dan, she strangled Ran Dan's fleet, crushed Ran Dan's fortress, and threw millions of alien troops into death. In the cycle of reincarnation, but even so, she has never seen such a large army, and she has never seen so many Randan aliens swarming together, forming a frenzy that no legion can resist.

The alien fleet, the alien army, the alien blood, the alien breath, and the number of minds that are too numerous to be technical are clustered together, like a group of roaring dragons moving forward unscrupulously in this supreme sky, even the vicious spider The queen didn't dare to provoke directly, she hid secretly, observing this seemingly irresistible army of despair.

The Randan people may have packed all their people into these warships, or they may have put everything that can be lifted into the war, or they may have plundered things from the entire northern galaxy and condensed them into A dagger pierced into the heart of the empire.

At the very first moment, Morgan couldn't help thinking like this, because only these thoughts could support the scene in front of her: Ran Dan's large fleet has no end in sight, and there are thousands of warships as the backbone of this army. Vanguards, and the power behind them will only be more. When their vanguards have pressed the most important line of defense of the Dark Angels step by step, their main force has not even left the galaxy they occupied before, and in these After the main fleet filled an entire galaxy, those fleets responsible for the rear and supplies filled several other galaxy.

Morgan's field of vision rose higher and higher. When she saw every world and every ray of light in the entire star area, she still didn't see the real end of this alien army, just like these The creature without sorrow or joy has drained the last drop of blood of its own race without hesitation, turned its soul and despair into the last dagger for battle, held it in its hand, and swung it towards the human race. Lord's kingdom.

One galaxy, two galaxies, three galaxies...

The alien army is boundless.

One thousand ships, two thousand ships, three thousand ships...

Morgan's sight was like an invisible breeze blowing among the countless Void War Engines of the Randan people. She tried her best to control herself, and only counted those capital ships that seemed to be able to play an important role in the battle.

But when she counted [four thousand], she gave up this useless behavior, and in the dim void where she gave up counting, she could still see endless blasphemy warships constantly showing their figures Morgan was able to notice that a large part of those warships staying in the rear was not Ran Dan's style, it was more like Ran Dan spliced ​​all kinds of captured warships into his crazy fleet , she even saw some war engines that used to serve the human empire, their wounds were repaired casually, and there was only a dead breath from their bridges.

Her gaze focused on the most powerful phalanx, on Ran Dan's only three remaining war moons, and she could see that those gray-white spheres had completely turned into ominous scarlet things , she could see that the largest war moon was exuding a light that was enough to make her feel a real threat. The light was so dazzling, it was as if Ran Dan's rulers had caught a newly emerging The sun, shut it in.

But it is not the sun, because it is exuding sounds and breaths that do not belong to the sun.

Morgan listened, and she still seemed to hear something.

But someone didn't want her to listen anymore.

First there was a force probing, and then accompanied by screams in the sea of ​​souls, hundreds of thousands of souls released their malice in the endless void, and each soul could roll up in the waves of the subspace. The existence of its own splashes, they gather together to form a frenzied heavy hammer, constantly waving at the edge of the galaxy and the world, trying to drive away this sneaky thief.

Morgan's eyes swept across the army filled with righteous indignation indifferently, and she continued to focus on observing the most important targets, but she just pulled out a hand and waved it casually among Ran Dan's vanguard, counting Thousands of howls rang out at the same time, each of which represented a conceited opponent dying distortedly among his comrades.

Contempt for these rascals flashed across Morgan's eyes, but just as she continued her observation, an aura that she couldn't ignore suddenly rose from the largest Randan battleship, like A star released its anger and heat to its heart's content.

For the first time in her life, Morgan's cold sweat rolled down her neck in an instant.

She turned her gaze so that she faced the will: rising from the largest, most savage, and most twisted Randan warship, when it finally appeared in the void, thousands of Thousands of souls are cheering in unison, shouting frantically, doing everything they can, and pouring out their belief in swearing allegiance to the greatest with hoarse throats.

Morgan glanced at it, and she didn't have the idea of ​​continuing to fight. Lady Spider's soul carefully measured the distance between each other, and slowly retreated.

And what she expected was that the most terrifying opponent she had ever seen in this life didn't seem to have any intention of chasing it. It was just entrenched on her battleship, as if there was something worthy of it not leaving.

Or in other words, it cannot move easily by itself.

Morgan blinked, and she made a rough calculation: If they want to wait for this will to come to the main battlefield of the Turks, then they first need to tear up the sharp edges of thousands of Randan fleets, and let the blood of the aliens soak Every inch of Turks.

With that in mind, she left.

Before leaving, Morgan took one last look at the world that was constantly shining with the most dazzling blood-red light.

This time, she heard it again.

But this time.

She understood.

She understood the voice.

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Even Morgan, the moment she understood the voice, felt an instinctive mixture of nausea, fear and trembling, attacking her heart.

She is afraid.

Afraid of that light.

Scared of that thing.

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That was howling.

It was the last wail of hundreds of millions, billions, tens of billions of lives before being thrown into hell. It was the incalculable despair, curse, hatred and fear that were extracted in an instant, and then The terrifying incarnation that was kneaded together heartily.

Just by taking a real look at the essence of that light, Morgan can see countless dead stars dotted in the darkness of the Milky Way, and he can see how tens of millions of massacres are scared to death in a single breath. , you can see how astonishing the power it will explode as long as this ray of light pours out the most terrifying death essence in the galaxy.

It can destroy a world, easily, when it steps into the galaxy that it needs to destroy, it can be launched, no aiming, no more security environment, because of the shock that these desperate souls build It will drag an entire galaxy into complete extinction in the shortest possible time, and the price is nothing more than this ray of light itself.

Thinking of this, a most natural question also appeared in Ms. Spider's mind.

Well, for Ran Dan.

This can only be used once, enough to end the catastrophe of any war.

Where should it be released?
(End of this chapter)