Emperor's Bane

Chapter 143 Purgatory ([-])

The sky is burning.

And above the sky, the fortress is falling, burning, and falling, turning into a rain of steel meteors, captured by gravity, and falling into the endless desert.

The fortresses in the air were buried in the fortresses on the ground, and with their fall and death, Ran Dan's army came one after another.

The last Imperial Navy fleet is gathering on the orbit of this world, and the line of defense built around the two Glorious Queens of the two legions: [Indomitable Truth] and [Flame Forged] as the core can be said to be unshakable. Any alien warship can challenge them, supplemented by hundreds of tenacious war engines and impenetrable void fortresses, defense arrays, and the concealed bombs of the First Legion mixed among the meteorite swarms, this is a card specially designed to put A snare prepared to dry Ran Dan's blood.

Behemoths are fighting and fighting for their lives. Countless gods of death in the air that are as big as hives are destroying each other in the endless void. Any one of them is enough to easily suppress the entire world on another occasion, but in this final In the bloody steel tomb, their lives and struggles are just the most insignificant chips on the balance of war.

But now, such chips are everywhere on this battlefield. Tens of thousands of creatures control the smallest battleships, shuttling and fighting in the shadows of countless void behemoths, like midnight moths jumping towards a raging fire. , On this nightmare level battlefield, a steady stream of people died, but there was a steady stream of newcomers to fill their positions. Every fire that looked like it could not smile was harvesting the lives of tens of thousands of warriors. They are destroying the expectations of tens of thousands of mothers, and they are sublimating tens of thousands of immortal heroic souls.

The fighting continues, expands, and intensifies. Neither the King of Knights of the First Legion nor Ran Dan's fleet commanders have the slightest intention to back down. No matter what they feel in their hearts, they must be firm at this moment. Belief: Kill the opponent, kill the opponent's fleet, kill the opponent's hope, kill everything about the opponent.

at any cost.

Never die.

This is the most direct collision of the orders of the two empires, the obsessions of the two races, and the wills of destruction that will never reach any reconciliation and cooperation. Every spark they rubbed out is tens of thousands of soldiers The living beings are consumed at will, and every order they give cannot be violated by even the most powerful person: kill each other!
As a result, the war is still going on, blood is still flowing, countless warships and steel engines are still turning into piles of burning ruins in the slightest conflict, and priceless war machines are squandered at will in exchange for Even if there is only a moment of advantage, to accumulate even if there is only a slight chance of victory.

No one knows how long this war has been going on. The timer in the subspace has been faithfully fulfilling its responsibility, counting the time bit by bit, but no one cares.

People only know that all forces must be devoted to the battle at the forefront. Generals and sailors die at the same moment, battleships and destroyers burn at the same place, and there is no nobility and baseness, no importance and humbleness on the empty battlefield. In the face of burning destruction, the end and death are weighing every warrior and coward who steps on the battlefield fairly.

People only know that every order from the [Indomitable Truth] of the First Legion is still the most calm and trustworthy, as the King of Knights of Caliban proved in just a few rounds of confrontation In the long tug-of-war that followed, he also fully proved that his success was not due to temporary luck.

The Lion King is like a military god who was born for war. Even in the endless void where he didn't care about and was good at in the past, his performance is still unmatched. The knight from Caliban The king grasped every detail of this war, every opportunity, and every ray of the slightest possibility that could allow the empire to hold on and bring the empire's victory closer.

Zhuang Sen's orders are clear and unquestionable. Whenever his voice resounds on the unusually clear communication channel, even the noisiest officer will subconsciously silence his throat, listening to his orders, even if it is The officers of the No.18 Legion who had never seen him would also subconsciously obey and execute these orders when faced with these orders, and then they would be astonished by the huge results of the battle.

In the No. 30 rounds of fighting after the start of this war, everyone on the Empire side, no matter whether they are subordinates of the First Legion or not, no matter whether they have seen the King of Knights of Caliban himself, they are already in their own Instinctively, based on what he saw and heard, he obeyed any order from this voice, no matter how cold, cruel, or incredible it sounded.

Battleships are dispatched, death is ordered, and one fortress after another frequently changes its position in the ever-changing battle situation. At this moment, it will be the most critical point in deciding this battle, and it is worth any degree of casualties. Protection, and in the next moment, it will fall out of favor with the sudden change of the battle situation, and can only use its own strength to protect itself.

Under the command of Jonson, countless deaths occurred in every corner of the battlefield, and countless abandonment and utilization echoed on the heads of every imperial soldier equally. The front of the battle has always been maintained, and the Dark Angels have always held some kind of initiative.

Although on the surface, under the threat of the endless and continuous Ran Dan fleet, the empire's control area has become more and more sluggish, and even some airspace on the Taxus [-] star has been locked up by Ran Dan. It is firmly in his hands, but if you look carefully, you will find that the sky above the most important main fortresses is always guarded by the fleet of the First Legion, no matter how fierce the offensive is, it cannot be shaken at all.

When the Fire Dragon Lord and his heirs raised their heads, the huge figure covering them was painted with the imperial sky eagle logo that would make any warrior of the empire feel at ease. The [Indomitable Truth] of the First Legion: Jonson is on it. He personally guards the sky above his blood brothers. The only way to make this place no longer safe is to defeat the King of Knights of Caliban himself. Everyone knows that this is impossible.

Up to now, there may not even be [-] imperial warships surrounding the sky above and in the nearby airspace of Taxus [-], and Ran Dan's large fleet is still coming in a steady stream. It can even be said that until this time, Ran Dan's real main fleet can barely appear in the light and shadow of this galaxy, and those empire back fleets that also stay in the shadows, compared with these vast opponents, are like ships under the huge waves. paper sailboat.

But despite this, some areas of the Turks are still firmly held by the Dark Angels in their hands.

No one knows how these soldiers of the First Legion did it.

If you really want to find a suitable reason to answer, it is:
They are Dark Angels.

They are the First Legion.

But this does not mean safety. In other places, in other places that Ran Dan seized by virtue of his absolute superior force, the Ran Dan ships transporting the landing troops have already vented against the imperial defenders. The violent storm rushed to the relatively safest airdrop area. Most of them would be torn to pieces by the artillery fire of the First Legion, but the few lucky ones who arrived still dropped the first batch of landing troops.

In an instant, it rained on Taxus V, rain of steel.

Tens of thousands of airdrop pods were quickly thrown down, and these steel tombs, which were larger than similar products of the empire, turned into distorted meteorites one after another under the overwhelming artillery fire of the ground defenders, falling to the ground, splashing There was dust and gunpowder smoke, and only the lucky few were able to break through the barriers and came to the dry surface of Taxes.

Therefore, the first wave of landing troops of the Randan Empire, millions of troops, caused the flames of war in the void to burn on the ground. Before their artillery and heavy weapons were fully deployed, these were already in a hurry The impatient warriors frantically rushed to the fortress and defense line of the nearest defenders in their eyes, using their guns, swords, and even teeth and claws to cause damage and tear the body and will of the human defenders.

Every soldier guarding the ground of Taxes is a genuine veteran, a tough fighter who has fought with Ran Dan's army at least three times, and they have no time left for themselves to be stunned or frightened. It was the only way they could respond to the alien's shrieking howls.

They open fire.

The ground began to burn.

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Everything is burning.

In the void, thousands of warships are desperately fighting, igniting the twisted souls of warriors, butchers and executioners in the cold and merciless universe.

On the ground, wave after wave of Ran Dan's army was dropped, hundreds of thousands of aliens were mercilessly killed in the process of landing, and millions more will fall on the ground, they will To die of bullets, of artillery fire, of the rage of the defenders, of every moment of these endless attrition operations.

And beyond the void and the world, but within the soul and the will, on the third battlefield invisible to the mortals, everything, too, is burning.

Morgan is burning, and she is wantonly enjoying the most powerful state she can theoretically achieve now: the surging subspace energy is assisting her, and the alien souls that have been accumulated for ten years are being crazily consumed. It constitutes the terrifying and fierceness of the Spider Queen today, with invisible blood dripping from her lips and teeth, and countless wizards piled up under her feet.

But even so, she was still not satisfied.

She is craving more.

More souls, more quality alien souls.

She could eat it, eat it all.

Anyway, at this moment, she didn't need to stop eating because of the swelling and nausea in her soul sea later.

As for the problems that are bound to come from eating too much...

Leave it to her later to have a headache.

　I will briefly write the war plot as quickly as possible. The protagonist here in Taxes is actually Hector in the early stage. He will go through an adventure. In this adventure, I will write the general style of the Second Army... …I try my best
　　
　
(End of this chapter)