Emperor's Bane

Chapter 142 Purgatory ([-])

"The communication environment here is very hostile to us, Ulsborough."

"I know, Tatok, these humans have obviously made some preparations, they don't intend to give up here, they want to resist and struggle here."

In a haze at the edge of the Tarks system, two tall Randan noblemen stood side by side on the bridge of a battleship, dressed in different attire: one was armor that seemed to be used for charging, and the other It is no different from the crew of Ran Dan on the battleship.

"I can't get in touch with Roslow's fleet anymore, I can't even get in touch with the battleship right next to me, let alone the task force that was planning to attack the center of the galaxy. No news came back, our communication network is now as noisy as a honeycomb, there are only endless noises and electric currents rushing around my ears, and I can't even contact my adjutant."

"It's a mess everywhere, these new recruits don't know how to operate the machine of war, I'd rather they give me two thousand who have fought a war than hundreds of thousands who haven't even fired a gun much [ new blood】."

"I know what you're complaining about, Woolsborough, my troops are the same, they found me a bunch of [elites] from schools and nursing homes, and I have to take them to those human fortress worlds , to face the demons named Astartes under the mad king."

"Awful."

The Lord of the Legion spat, and the goo from his mouth corroded the floor beneath his feet.

They raised their heads, only seeing the burning universe and endless darkness in their eyes.

The battleship is advancing, advancing among the wreckage and ruins accumulated by countless companions. The torrent of steel that was originally imposing like a rainbow has become a devastating disaster in almost an instant: every battleship cannot contact its companions. The unimpeded communication fell into complete chaos after a certain mocking laugh.

The officers couldn't reach the soldiers, the sailors couldn't find the captain, there were helpless screams and confused messages everywhere, and the entire vanguard fleet was disastrously fighting each other before the Randan people restored communication with the help of countless new influx of psykers. Moving forward through collisions, the only thing that commands them is the iron fact: once they stop advancing, they will be crushed to dust by a steady stream of latecomers.

This chaos may have lasted less than an hour, but it caused even greater losses than the previous bloody battle. , before disappearing into the torrent of iron.

Ran Dan is still moving forward, this is the bad news that no one can deny, but at the same time, they are also bleeding, bleeding non-stop.

"Such psionic energy... is that special human individual, that [Soul Drinker]."

He is clearly a brutal general who controls millions of troops, but when he mentions this name, Tattok's tone is unconsciously filled with trembling and fear.

"She's here...damn it."

"That [soul drinker] is here, and we're all going to die!"

"Shut up! Don't shake the morale of the army at this time!"

Its companion refuted it, but its trembling words, heavy breathing, and unconscious licking and grinding of its teeth all showed the horror of this name.

"That gluttonous, insane, insatiable demon, shouldn't she have died in the warp storm long ago?"

"I don't know, but all I know is that we're going to shed more blood."

"Bleeding? How can it be that simple!"

"How many warships have we lost? One hundred? Or two hundred? But we haven't even touched the edge of the star."

"Okay, save your complaints, you know what this operation means, we have no retreat, once we stop moving forward, there is only slaughter waiting for us, the nature of the human emperor and his servants, you and I am very clear."

"What will the world be defeated by them look like? In the past ten years, haven't you and I seen enough? They are merciless human-eating demons, out-and-out massacre fanatics, and the demons of the entire galaxy. A terrible catastrophe, they will destroy our civilization, burn our world, and devour our fellow man."

"They are lunatics! They are beasts! They are the living dead raised from the grave!"

"We have to beat them, otherwise we will lose more than just honor and victory."

"We're going to bleed here, maybe a lot, but it's what we have to bleed."

"You know, [Engine of Destiny] is in the fleet behind us, our great master is protecting it, it is our last hope to win this war."

"For it, in order to create this [Engine of Destiny], how much price and pain we have paid, the blood of the entire empire has been shed, each of us bears the greatest pain and determination, because this is our last opportunity, an opportunity bought with hope, dignity, and the future."

"Conquer that world, destroy the resistance here, destroy all the resistance and struggle we have encountered, until we reach the galaxy named Terra, we must not stop, even if it is you and me, and our subordinates These millions of fighters all died in this place, and it is only a necessary price."

"It doesn't matter if we are all dead. Everything in the empire is in this war and in this fleet. There will always be someone to take over our positions and burdens. For the final victory, for our emperor, we will fight bloody battles." .”

"As long as the [Engine of Destiny] appears in that place called the solar system, the victory of this war will belong to us, and the crazy and evil tyrant and his beloved empire will drown in the divided lake of blood. Everything we have done so far Sacrifice will be rewarded."

"Victory is ours."

"The destiny belongs to us."

"The galaxy belongs to us."

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The greatest ambitions underpin the wildest, most futile, and bloodiest offensives.

No one knows how many warships of the Alien Empire disappeared in the blood, because in the short moment when Morgan diverted his attention, dozens of brutal confrontations and fights broke out in various parts of the galaxy.

From those new rifts torn at the edge of the stars, no less than two hundred fearless alien war engines sprang out, rushing from the waves of the warp into the strangling vortex of the real universe, and the guns fired in unison. , The engine roared, as if swarming out from the deepest purgatory, eager to ravage the world again.

Those Randan battleships that charged the fastest didn't even fire at all. Instead, like bloodthirsty dogs, they rushed towards the nearest imperial warship recklessly, using their own desperate assault and entanglement to kill the friendly warships behind them. Gaining more time, and when the warships of the Dark Angels used artillery fire, light spears, jump gangs and all kinds of unimaginable methods to wipe out these crazy dead soldiers, those resisters in the front row It was suddenly discovered that their originally intact front had been torn apart, crumbling under the charge of the alien at any cost.

And at this moment, the [Indomitable Truth] rushed into Ran Dan's battle line like a flame angel who descended into the world. No weapon could confront this greatest battleship. From its noble hull, Continuously spit out hundreds of deadly flames, sending one after another overwhelmed challengers into the eternal Hades.

Face it, be afraid.

Challenge it and die.

The appearance of [Indomitable Truth] is like the emperor of the mortal empire personally on the front line of the war. Countless shouts and battle roars sounded from the bridge and deck of all the First Legion that could see it. Cheers followed by the wailing of the last Randan dead, in the hottest light of the stars, the first massacre of this war unfolded.

The massacre, the massacre is endless, every time the clock in the subspace beats for a moment, tens of thousands of souls will rise into the sky, and tens of thousands of corpses will crash down, accompanied by the remnants of countless warriors All battleships turned into burning supernovas together, and when thousands of flames were ignited one by one in the endless void, even the darkest universe was as bright as day at this moment, and even the great scorching sun breathed in this moment Overshadowed.

The stars are dim, and at this moment, only the souls of the brave are lighting up the entire sky.

And this is just an insignificant glimpse of this war in the real universe.

The most powerful weapon of [Indomitable Truth] is not its guns, but in the deepest part of its cabin, a terrifying figure like a god in the sea of ​​souls.

The war in the soul world is even more grand, crazy, bloody, and distorted by more than ten thousand times than the confrontation in the physical universe. When the first warship of the First Legion and Ran Dan's vanguard had just exchanged fire, the spider queen of the human empire had already In the sea of ​​disillusionment, the souls of tens of thousands of Randan wizards were harvested.

The wizards of the Alien Empire were even one step ahead of their fleet. Just when Morgan's energy was slightly scattered by those crazy rifts, tens of thousands of Randan wizards were like screaming vultures jumping at the carrion, from the galaxy Edge poured into the battlefield.

Their shrill screams tore the souls of countless imperial warriors, and their twisted and evil methods turned one imperial warship after another into a blazing torch. They called out to their kind with unimaginable screams, Commanding their army, the chaotic alien fleet quickly restored order, crushing and devouring the defense lines of the empire one after another.

Morgan frowned.

As more and more cracks continued to emerge around her, the waves of the subspace were eagerly rushing towards the real universe, and she even felt that her power was constantly expanding in a vigorous manner.

So, she turned her head and looked at the edge of the galaxy again.

As for those cracks...

She waved and smiled, and millions of alien souls were burned without hesitation at the same moment. The waves of the subspace were swallowed and driven by her, like a docile splash. Her soul accompanied her will, gently She snapped her fingers lightly, and in an instant, countless forces burst out from her fingertips, even more dazzling than the brilliance of a thousand suns.

All Randan wizards, all Randan psykers, all the pathetic hoppers who dared to challenge and fight her in the sea of ​​psychic energy, all their souls wailed mournfully at this moment , Their lives were held in the hands of the evil gods, roasted by infinite flames, burned by the holy high temperature, and turned into fly ash in an instant, and no figure or trace could be seen again.

Morgan breathed, and the breeze she exhaled turned into a deadly vortex in the blink of an eye, precisely cleaning the cracks in the center of every galaxy, and in the subspace connected by those cracks, a violent small storm was rolled up.

Crazy, crying, struggling, stunned, weeping, ending...

When Morgan stopped her smile and retracted her gaze, everything in the warp was over, and all the cracks could no longer spit out more warships, because they had been filled with countless wreckage, Use burning and blood to deter more latecomers.

Those imperial psykers who were not affected even forgot their mission. Their proud and powerful souls were trembling in all the shadows at this moment, thankful that such a powerful existence was not their enemy.

Only the bravest and most reckless psykers dare to stretch out their will and look carefully at the radiant figure on the "Indomitable Truth", and the vast majority of these reckless people are here. After offending, he immediately closed his eyes, covered the smoking third eye, howled in pain, and enjoyed the price of being overwhelmed.

In that reckless glance, they only saw the most brilliant and dazzling silver-white light occupying the center of the entire galaxy, and only saw millions of alien souls howling together, thrown into the infinite flames Among them, it turned into the original power of those terrible moves that destroyed the world. I only saw the faceless lady sitting high on the throne made of nets, and the endless twisted souls piled up at her feet to form mountains. its consumption.

It was a queen.

It was a snare.

Those are countless distorted faces...

That is destruction, and catastrophe.

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Morgan is burning.

All the time, not burning.

Ten years of war, ten years of fighting, the tens of millions, or even more, of the alien souls she has saved are burning right now.

And she, sitting on the burning, felt unprecedented power and authority.

She has never been so wasteful, extravagant, squandering her reserves like this, until now, every breath and every smile of her, every wave of her hand and every scolding, are burning countless souls, are Like a storm rolled up by a manic star, it cleans the galaxy over and over again.

Ran Dan's wizards rushed into this galaxy without hesitation, thousands of them.

Then, they died.

Then, continue to rush in.

The next moment, it was wiped out.

Time and time again, the essence accumulated by the alien empire for thousands of years was crushed casually in her wanton laughter, just like a very boring dragon slowly torturing the desperate kingdom and its knights.

Until another group of wizards rushed in.

Morgan blinked.

Each of these new aliens is enough to be an officer in the Thousand Sons Legion, and she even saw dozens of figures equal to or even stronger than Ahriman, and a third of them cut themselves without hesitation Throat, the soul exploded and turned into a bloody mist, covering his companions.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining powerful wizards rushed towards the queen in the spider web without hesitation, like dead men rushing into a sea of ​​flames, and in the shadows behind them, more and more equally powerful wizards emerged continuously. He repeated the same action: cut his throat, filled with blood mist, embarked on the road of no turning back in the silent madness, turned all his knowledge and pride into a one-time assassination, and rushed towards the invincible existence.

Their strength is not stable.

Their breath is not steady.

A twisted and tormented psychic energy emanated from them, their pupils stained with the colors of the Warp.

they.

Let Morgan.

Licking the corner of his mouth.

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She was hungry.

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At this time, Ran Dan's vanguard fleet was already very close to the last line of defense on the orbit of the Taxus [-] star.

　I really don't know how to write about fleet battles and long-distance psychic battles...

　　GW doesn't have any novels to study, sadly...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)