Emperor's Bane

Chapter 150 Hunter
"The surface has been cleared."

"Randan's enemy army has a total of 56 people, including one low-level overlord, three wizards, and 52 ordinary fighters. All of them have been killed."

"Our casualties...zero."

The raging cold wind carried the pungent smell of blood, including those that had dried up, weird redness, and those that were constantly dripping, fresh.

The war is still going on, in every corner of this world, from the ground, to the sky, from the horizon where guns are constantly ringing, to the sound of rumbling footsteps.

The massacre on the surface was only a matter of seconds, from the shadow champion cutting off the head of the first heavy fireman, to Hector whispering in the dust about the mild annihilation, from head to head The tail is just what happens between dozens of breaths.

And when this cobbled-together temporary team escaped from the rapid annihilation battle and seized all the time to rest and prepare, they also heard the footsteps of another war gradually approaching.

Obviously, the real central area of ​​Ran Dan is under the ground, where the giant engine that Hector and his party are going to destroy is there, and Ran Dan's real elite force is also there.

The entrance was not difficult to find. Following the footprints made up of dried blood, Morgan's heirs easily found those deep cave entrances that continuously exude the stench of soil and blood, and faintly, heavy breathing could be heard with chaotic pace.

The guard in charge of this place had long been killed in the previous massacre. The six Astartes warriors stood at the entrance of the cave, quietly listening to the approaching footsteps in the depths of the cave, and constantly adjusted the photoelectric light carried by their helmets. The imaging system and automatic sensing system allow oneself to maintain a good vision suitable for combat under low-light conditions.

And be able to do a job with ease in the next dazzling light.

When the last sound of adjusting the system completely dissipated, Ran Dan's army under the ground finally arrived too late. Hector, Kairon and Ezio glanced at each other, and threw out the gun in their hands without hesitation. Bright bullets.

The most dazzling light killed the deepest darkness ever in just one breath, as if forcibly opening the eyelids, making the pupils stare desperately at the scorching sun at noon, thousands of sharp snow-white arrows pierced every Menacing scarlet pupils, screams, wailing, and the rudest and most vicious curses exploded in an instant.

Before the calmest Ran Dan soldiers recovered their state, out of the corner of their eyes, they saw six tall iron towers covered with the blood of their own kind, like six unstoppable storm gods, roaring, Amidst the silence and battle roar, they crashed into their battle lines.

The alien hordes had no idea that their comrades on the ground would be wiped out so quickly, so when they faced flashing lights, or howling and screaming power swords, bolters, plasma and psionic When lightning strikes, they're no more powerful than a bunch of panicked civilians.

The old carnage is over.

A new massacre has begun.

Before carrying out this massacre, Hector still has one more important task, a goal that he must put in the first place all the time. He must find the giant engine, and he must destroy all the aliens that dare to stop him.

he must...

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find it.

Morgan's will issued the order.

In an instant, countless souls gathered into a vain hunting group, passed through the extremely weak veil in the bombarded real universe and the weird subspace, and pierced into the core fleet of Randan Empire.

She has to find it.

find that thing.

Drag it to this galaxy, drag it to the real universe.

In this way, the empire can truly destroy it, and destroy the last delusion of Ran Dan Xenomorph about winning this war.

In this way, they can truly win this war, and Morgan can truly erase her last worries, and start her long-lost, real harvest and devour.

She has given too much.

Now, she needs something in return.

The Spider Queen can clearly feel what kind of flames are burning in her heart. It is not because of anger or excitement, but because she is constantly consuming her soul reserves because of the flames of war in front of her. Putting the land into the battle that took place in Turks, she could even clearly calculate that the soul power she had consumed in this war was enough to support her to crush several worlds into ashes.

Through her will and means, they have become the invisible scythes that constantly harvest a large number of Randan wizards, they have become a superior platform for each warship to report the situation and accept orders freely, and they have become a platform for Zhuang Sen Being able to overlook everything with ease allows the King of Knights of Caliban to give full play to all his talents and create a great miracle of blocking the most terrifying opponent with the rarest troops.

She consumes, she commands, she facilitates, she uses the souls and lives of countless aliens to construct the greatest feat and glory that belongs only to herself.

Except for those treasures that are truly precious and need to be protected, the souls of all the aliens that Morgan has accumulated during the Randan War that lasted more than ten years are being burned at an astonishing speed and transformed into the most quintessential Pure energy for Morgan to drive.

Even the speed of birth and death on the most intense battlefield among the stars is far inferior to the wailing of those alien souls when they are ruthlessly consumed by the Spider Queen.

Morgan even considers himself compassionate.

These despicable, hateful, pathetic alien lives, useless garbage, can be used by her to create such wonderful power and miracles, so that their souls can pay the only value in her will: what kind of mercy is this? with acts of justice.

Therefore, she was not surprised at all when the hunting group she dispatched conveyed good news to her as quickly as possible.

Following the guidance of these souls, Morgan's eyes penetrated the boundary between reality and fantasy, and temporarily came to the subspace. She saw that Ran Dan's fleet was still flocking endlessly to this unyielding galaxy. She saw the most massive and gorgeous war engines preparing for battle one after another, hoping that their charge could completely end this long war.

But her goal didn't stay on these fragile little guys for a moment, but passed over these rough machines and came to the really dangerous object.

In the core area of ​​Ran Dan's large fleet, there are two artificial worlds that are huge enough to rival small planets. One of them is completely wrapped in endless black armor, and one can only vaguely feel the large number of people on it. With a special cable and psionic breath, Morgan can use her third eye to glimpse the world's most central secret:
A life so powerful that even she feels afraid is using a device that makes any psychic user uncomfortable, constantly consuming its own strength and even life, to produce a special kind of psychic aura, without a trace. Undoubtedly, when the soldiers of Ran Dan absorbed these breaths, they became brave and fearless on the battlefield. Even those aliens who were too young and old also possessed amazing courage.

And the price of all this is that Ran Dan's [Emperor] can hardly move, it has to be imprisoned on the instrument it chooses every moment, burning the souls of itself and other aliens to support it The courage and fearlessness of this terrifyingly large fleet.

Morgan's eyes stayed on this scene for less than a second: she could feel the pain caused by that instrument, and she could also feel what kind of determination it was to persevere in the face of such pain for so long.

But she doesn't care.

She doesn't care about the fate of a doomed alien bastard.

Afterwards, she shifted all her attention to the place that really deserved her attention, the soul assembly occupying the smaller half of the battle moon, it was obviously protected best, and the Randan battleship gathered around it Densely packed, like a depressing black forest.

Morgan looked at that thing, and in the deepest memory of the Randan wizards she extracted, she was using the most important attitude to target this so-called [Destiny Engine].

She began to count, she weighed how much soul she had left, and she estimated whether the next action would hurt herself.

It didn't take long.

Almost in the next second, the Primarch who was at the core of [Indomitable Truth] received a message from his blood relatives.

[I found it, Jonson, I can make it appear in the hunting ground when it takes about half a Terra standard. 】

The King of Knights of Caliban let a ray of light slip through his gloomy pupils, and he quietly looked at the tactical holographic projection in front of him: Despite Morgan's assistance, the battles these days are still extremely difficult, and there are countless times However, Ran Dan's battleship was almost able to tear apart the thin front of the First Legion and completely divided Zhuang Sen's subordinates.

But every attempt and attack of the aliens eventually fell at the feet of the inner ring. A large number of Lion King elites, including the Sandalwood Order, have slaughtered countless challengers, causing the blood of blasphemy to flow on every deck, and also Let there be no one in ten of these mighty fighters.

It can no longer be consumed.

When Zhuang Sen spoke, his voice had already become extremely hoarse.

"Okay, let's do it."

[Very well, Jonson, I still need something, including at least two hundred psykers singing with me, and...]

"Needless to say."

Zhuang Sen's gaze had already returned to the battle situation, and he spoke with an absolute confirmation and promise in his words.

"Whatever you want, you can just issue your own orders. I have already made the First Legion treat your orders as equal to mine. At least in this war, you and I have the power to dispatch the Dark Angels." .”

"Now, let it go."

"Give it to me, grab it in!"

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The promise from the blood relatives made Morgan feel a little happier. This was the first time since the start of this battle.

She radiated her will, conveying orders to every elemental she needed, and watched with satisfaction as the First Legion moved under her will.

But she was not slack, and she was not stupid enough to destroy Zhuang Sen's plan. Her will swept the battlefield over and over again. With the long discussion with Zhuang Sen before the battle began, she immediately saw the current situation of her blood relatives. Which plan is being used, and on the premise of not destroying Jonson's plan, Morgan mobilized the power he needed as quickly as possible.

But before everything was ready, she took a breath and glanced at the heir she was following.

Hector's situation made Morgan's brows twitch undetectably, so she left the wisp of breath there.

Her pride pawn needs it.

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massacre.

Endless carnage.

Dangerous carnage.

There is no end to the carnage.

Calculated from the straight-line distance, the storage room from the ground to the giant engine is only about 50 meters, but in battle, even the closest distance is like the moon in the water, untrustworthy.

The lighting system of the underground passage has been completely destroyed. The originally clean and serious corridors are already full of smelly corpses, wreckage and blood. Only those intermittent lights inadvertently provide a little vision.

The figures of Ran Dan's soldiers loomed in the ultraviolet light of the automatic sensor, like monsters lurking in the dark night, swarming out from every corner, every obstacle was a bloody battle, every step Many lives will be lost.

Rationality was tortured, thinking was tortured, and the team and training that had been working closely together were shattered in front of the endless black waves. Hector could feel that he was fighting alone at this moment: his companions still did not fall. Down, still fighting, he could hear their shouts, their battle cries, the sound of exploding bombs and the roar of plasma.

But they were not with him.

He rushed too fast.

He listens, he perceives, he is praying for the answer to the power of admiration in his heart, he is looking for breath other than blood and stench in the uninterrupted fighting.

He heard the crackle of heavy bolters, and the sound of plasma, but it seemed far away from him.

He heard the sound of shadows passing by, it was an order that he could expect, but before his shout came out of his throat, countless shrill roars drowned him.

He raged, he roared, he swung his blade, taking hundreds of lives breath after breath, re-wetting every inch of dry ground, until he heard the terrified gasps of the aliens, until he He saw the logo in the light that appeared in the mission, until he found a figure not far from him.

Tall, burly, arrogant.

Invincible, indescribable.

The finely crafted armor set the creature apart from every one of its fellows, and there was a power in its crimson eyes, something that made the Astartes bulge all their muscles, ready to embrace death. .

Hector took a deep breath.

He recognized the monster, the one he had faced before.

Forbidden army.

Ran Dan's imperial army.

And this time, Morgan's proud pawn is left alone.

(End of this chapter)