Emperor's Bane

Chapter 141 Purgatory ([-])

Morgan's will echoed throughout the Tarks system as Randan's first warship finally tore through the veil of Mandeville Point.

Her soul and thinking turned into a voracious dragon in the endless void, and with the power brought to her by talent and plunder, she grasped the universe in her eyes tightly in an instant.

Her breath became the gentle breeze in every world, her eyes observed every corner like scattered meteorites, she spoke softly, and her voice twisted into an invisible rain of arrows in an instant, piercing The mist raised by Ran Dan's wave shrouded the entire galaxy, the vast imperial army, countless warships and steel engines under her protection and rule.

When she relaxed a little and let her thoughts burst out like sparks, from the brightest center where the stars can shine, to the dark corners where there is almost no light, every battleship Every navigator felt a moment of oppression and trembling, like a hare with lop ears hiding in the grass, trembling under the heavy breathing of the passing tiger.

Every astropath and communicator on every vital point is quite strange. They either stroked their third eye, or knocked on the communication device in their hands suspiciously: because there was a sound that seemed to be nothing. After chuckling, the chaotic elements in the void were cleaned up, and the communication between the battleships was unprecedentedly clear and fast. Every command, every sentence, and even every word can easily cross the distance between the world and the void. Clearly appear in the recipient's ear and mind.

Just when those psykers belonging to the No.18 Legion and the mortal fleet were still amazed by this, the soldiers from the Dark Angel Legion had long been familiar with it, and in their timely reminders and reprimands , The entire empire's large fleet once again began to operate at full strength. This time, their rhythm has been visibly improved by the naked eye. The unprecedented communication environment has made all public communication platforms busy.

"what is this?"

After all, some of Vulkan's heirs couldn't suppress their curiosity and asked the dark angel beside them, while the sons of Jonson often just patted the dust on the armor and tilted their heads.

"Ah, it should be Ms. Morgan, the [Soul Drinker]."

"Don't be surprised by this. We will not be surprised by what she does. It is a thing to celebrate and commemorate to be able to fight with her. She always brings victory."

"...Ah, by the way, if you meet her in the next battle, and she asks you to do something, do it as much as possible, and if you really can't leave the combat post, contact the First Legion , we will execute it."

The dark angel named Zahariel rubbed his neck, and answered to the dark-skinned friendly army beside him, while the son of Vulkan was silent for a while, after all, he did not suppress the questions in his heart.

"You seem to have a lot of respect for her?"

"of course."

"All the Dark Angels respect her strength and deeds, some see her as a powerful secret weapon, some see her as a different kind of high-ranking officer of the Legion, and some... regard her orders as the original level of the body."

"...That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"It's a bit exaggerated, but we have at least ten standard years of Terra and accumulated experience in no less than a hundred battles, and these experiences tell us that following her orders in battle is not a bad thing."

"Respect Ms. Morgan, my battle brother."

"She's stronger, smarter, and more reliable than you can imagine."

"More loyal."

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Even for the two closest planets in the universe, the distance between them far exceeds the most profound senses of mortals.

While the guardians on Taxus [-] were still continuing their conversations in an increasingly tense atmosphere, in the northern fringes of this barren galaxy, in the darkest corners where no stars can shine, wars had already broken out up.

Thousands of miles away, the third eye in Morgan's soul allowed her to clearly see the war on the edge of the galaxy in the First Legion's [Indomitable Truth]. On the battleship, it was like the gods in the clouds watching the kingdoms on the ground fighting endlessly in their own name.

The originally calm Mandeville Point is trembling in a silent roar at this moment, struggling in the distortion of phantasmagoria, these subspace teleportation portals that should have been carefully opened without the gravitational interference of stars or other celestial bodies are here. However, it was like a huge sail bathed in fire and rain, constantly melting out strange-shaped gaps, one after another loopholes and cracks gushed out at the edge of the galaxy, and the curtain between the subspace and the real universe became crazy due to this insanity. Continuously weakened by his actions, distortion and disillusionment appeared in the vast starry sky.

Along with these crazy scenes, there are dozens or hundreds of vanguard ships of the Randan Empire. Their deformed hulls are without exception shrouded in a strange dark green shield. Never-before-seen technology protected the alien ships, allowing them to pounce directly on the first line of defense of the Empire without waiting for the time to stabilize their stature necessary to jump from the warp to the real universe.

But these alien technologies are not perfect, and there is no price. Morgan witnessed [with his own eyes] the moment when no less than twenty alien ships broke through the curtain of the subspace and the physical universe, their dark green shields suddenly seemed to be crushed. It shattered like foam on the spikes, and the already crazy waves of the subspace devoured these poor creatures in an instant, tearing their solid hulls clean.

But in front of Ran Dana's continuous fleet, such losses are almost negligible. Alien black ships swarmed like hungry locust swarms, and countless ships appeared at Morgan's every moment. In the field of vision, they appeared, roared, and rampaged, smashing those friendly troops who stayed in place and were still struggling in vain into iron filings scattered in the dark void.

The empire's first line of defense, more than a hundred warships confronted this invincible opponent without hesitation. The frigates and drones were endless like migratory birds. Almost every second there was burning steel silently Exploded in the universe, the gunfire of the ship was even more grand and brilliant than the most gorgeous opera in the Eldar Empire, steel behemoths were torn apart in this silent fire, and then were killed by the never-ending friendly army behind them. The fleet was torn to pieces.

Giant beasts are dying at every moment, and fighting is ringing at every moment. The breathing of countless mortals stops in the roar of firing at each other again and again. The arrow of destroying the world smashed the iron armor, tore the throat, and strangled tens of millions of loyal or profane lives in the wave of blood.

What's more, when more and more warships from the First Legion joined the fierce battle, the rampant lights in the void had silently changed colors: those familiar crimson and bright white The light was slowly fading, pouring out of the Dark Angels' warships a light that even the most experienced Imperial Navy captain had never seen before.

The pure black darkness, the flying missiles, the distorted waves, the entangled energy, and even those sharp arrows that exude an inexplicable coldness like dried blood.

All kinds of grotesque means emerge from the battleships of the Dark Angels, each of them is more deadly than the macro cannon and the lance, even the most magnificent Randan battleship, as long as it dares to stay in the battle for even a moment, Will be smashed to pieces in the pouring rain of angel blood.

Anyone will be deeply impressed by this scene: the imperial warships that have been reduced to dozens of ships are like brave, greedy and brutal shrikes, flapping their fragile wings, facing opponents like two-winged dragons in the sky , under its lightning-like offensive, even the nightmare of countless races and civilizations was bruised and bruised in the short confrontation.

But all of this is just Ran Dan's vanguard. When the dark angel's battleship roared and shredded a hundred alien warships, at least five hundred more terrifying, profane, and crazier opponents rushed up. Competing for the weak imperial warships, tearing their torsos and lives amid barbaric roars.

Morgan stretched out her hand, and within a few seconds of her observing and thinking, there were already hundreds of thousands of roaring pure white souls wandering around the edge of the galaxy, each of them was enough to make greedy spiders The burning heroic soul that women fear, suffer from, and respect at a distance.

Her gaze was temporarily withdrawn from this endless bloody battle, she waved her hand, once again her will can cover the entire galaxy, and once again the emotions called "courage" and "determination" in her mind were removed from the front lines She found it in the hearts of the soldiers. She looked at the inextinguishable fighting spirit that was enough to ignite the flames in the subspace, and opened her lips lightly, and shot countless sharp arrows at the countless people who were watching these powers and souls. Greedy eyes.

Those thieves who just stuck out their heads in the shadow of the subspace and looked at these noble emotions with malicious intent, felt this irresistible force, could only mutter vicious words to themselves, and disappeared without a trace.

The front line is fighting, fighting for the front, continuously devouring every force from both sides rushing to help, just like two greedy monsters wantonly plundering the mountains and forests while using their fangs and claws to make each other bleed.

And when everything in the real universe was burning, Morgan's eyes didn't stop for a moment. Her keen senses realized something was wrong at the first moment when the war broke out: in many places in this galaxy, especially those most Near the center of the star, the curtain of the subspace is being weakened endlessly, as if something is about to burst out of the shell.

The Primarch thought of countless possibilities in an instant, and selected the one that Ran Dan was most likely to benefit from.

They were crazier than she'd imagined.

[Jonson! 】

[D—28! 】

When Morgan's spirit roared in the Primarch's ear, uttering one of their countless plans and possibilities, the Lion of Caliban grabbed his comm without hesitation. His voice, along with Morgan's soul call, played in the ears of countless dark angel captains.

In the roar of the Primarch, the Dark Angel battleships located in the center of the galaxy started their engines one after another, raising all combat preparations to the highest level.

And just when even the slowest battleships were almost ready, the silent alien screams exploded in the sea of ​​souls, and all the astropaths and navigators covered themselves in pain. ear.

Even Morgan couldn't contain this force in the first place, because it came from the craziest move in the subspace: countless small cracks emerged from the center of the galaxy, and the curtain of the subspace has come to a precarious situation at this moment. To the point, even the existence of all stars and planets began to be distorted.

And in those cracks, Ran Dan warships that had already been prepared emerged one after another, and they rushed out impatiently. A large part of them were destroyed by the firepower of the imperial warships in the first instant, and some were destroyed by the subspace It was torn apart by the waves of the planet, swallowed by the planet's gravity, and sucked in by the restless power of the star, turning into piles of burning scrap iron.

But after paying countless casualties, more Randan battleships still appeared from these cracks. The alien blasphemous technology showed its power at this moment, and the several lines of defense carefully arranged by the dark angels were instantly riddled with holes.

Jonson's low growl and the terrifying sound of grinding his teeth slowly sounded.

The next moment, the engine of [Indomitable Truth] began to roar.

(End of this chapter)