Emperor's Bane

Chapter 152 Be Compassionate
Despair often comes quickly.

suddenly.

very violent.

unstoppable.

Unbelievable.

Inevitable.

Four Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army] slowly came out from the darkest shadows. The details of their armors were different. Occupied by dense spikes and claws.

Hector could see clearly that the armors of the Randan Imperial Army were unprecedentedly gorgeous, especially the one in front of his eyes. It had the most complicated notches on its breastplate, and the stripes and protrusions depicted a beast they had never seen before. Surrounded by howling souls and flying banners, the monster is like the sky eagle of the human empire.

And on the shoulder armor on both sides, Hector could see countless small characters engraved with honor records one after another. During these years of war, he barely learned some twisted language of the Randan people, which was enough to support him to see Understand the meaning of those honors.

Even among the evil Forbidden Army of the Alien Empire, there were not many who had a higher status and power than the thing in front of him.

The clothes and decorations of the remaining three Randan imperial guards are far inferior to the leader in front of Hector, but they are much more luxurious than the one who died by his sword.

The most elite of these aliens have steady steps and relaxed expressions. They move their bodies and arms slowly, as if they are about to engage in a pleasant fox hunting activity.

Hector stood at the forefront of his team, he was closest to the giant engine that was slowly flowing towards the abyss, and he was also the closest to the tallest and terrifying alien.

The leisurely hunter looked at the six humans in front of him, his eyes stayed on Hector, and the lower half of his face that was not covered by the helmet showed an indescribably disgusting smile, it lightly The soft opening is actually the most standard human language.

"Ax failed us, it overestimated its strength."

"And you, human beings, you are stronger than I imagined. In the past period of time, I have ordered the elimination of no less than ten teams like you, and none of them have been able to get here."

"However, your battle has come to an end."

"right here."

Hector didn't reply, and he didn't pull out his bolter either. Instead, he held his dark green greatsword tightly with both hands, shifting his center of gravity down, ready to receive the impact at any time.

He backed away slowly, and everyone was doing this until their backs were tightly pressed together.

Morgan's proudest chess piece thus slowly exhaled his last breath of peace and silence, and he uttered his only words to this alien.

"Humans are invincible, alien."

"The end of your race is doomed."

These words only made the Randan Imperial Army in front of him smile, and its voice was so sharp that it could be called harsh.

"In the past, people have always said such things to me, human cubs."

"Where do you think they are now?"

Hector didn't answer.

No one speaks anymore.

The silence was broken, the tacit understanding was trampled on, and in the next second, accompanied by furious battle roars and silent viciousness, ten figures bloomed in the deepest darkness with the light of weapons and spiritual power.

The battle begins.

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"For the Emperor!"

"For the Legion!"

Hector is roaring, roaring silently, roaring presumptuously in the deepest valley of his heart, accompanied by his rationality and courage, he brandishes his blade, facing the almost invincible opponent.

Five meters, three meters, close to...

Everything happens in one breath.

In the blink of an eye, the face of the alien had already appeared in front of him. It was a face that could appear in any nightmare, a terrifying face that made the whole world cry in uneasiness.

Hector roared and slashed his blade at this sharp figure. The dark green light was like a sleeper in the tomb woken up by a fierce fight after a thousand years, roaring angrily.

attack!

hit!
Do not!wrong!

Resoluteness, joy, and astonishment came at the same instant, causing Hector's face to freeze in a distorted state. The touch on the blade clearly told him that his slash hit the opponent's chest, but in the next instant, he It was clearly seen that it was a phantom.

A realistic phantom, a phantom born of excessive speed.

wrong!

He looked fiercely, and quickly searched for his opponent, all cells and body parts were screaming for all preparations for defense.

Then, he felt a cold wind blowing past him.

at the same time.

A wounded whimper sounded behind Hector.

Everything is just a matter of breath.

When he turned around, he only saw that the mighty Randan Imperial Army distorted his body into the thinnest and purest phantom in a way that violated all principles and rules. Passed through the tiny gap between them.

The light of the knife flickered, and before everyone could react, Eris had already wailed and clutched his chest, and fell down. His fingertips were still accumulating spiritual energy ready to launch.

"Caron!"

Too late to do anything, and too late to say anything, the only thing Hector could do was yell at the only person he could completely trust.

He was not disappointed.

A gloom was already brewing on the face of Ran Dan's imperial army, as if he was not satisfied with this attack. At the same moment, his eyes turned to Salieri, who was also accumulating spiritual energy offensives. At the same time as the lightning rushed towards it, it swung its own sharp blade, pointing directly at the think tank's head.

But at this moment, a bright plasma shot at it, and between the lightning and flint, the sharp blade was stably hit by the never-overheated plasma, and it was deflected, leaving only a sliver of fire on Salieri's left hand. A deep scar.

"Come again!?"

The think tank let out a scream of grievance. He witnessed his psychic power overwhelm the alien in front of him, causing large and small dents to appear on that luxurious armor, but before he gritted his teeth, he called out With more psychic lightning, the Randan imperial guard behind him roared, blocked Ezio's blow with the scrapped shoulder armor, and hit Salieri on the back of the head with an iron fist .

The No.2 psyker also temporarily fell down with serious injuries, but such a record is not without price: the blade of the ancient warrior of the legion and the swiftness of Ezio arrived almost at the same time, one in front of the other, making this reckless alien It paid an unforgettable bloody price, and the huge wound was almost close to its throat, continuously gushing out blood like a spring.

It roared, and threw the ancient warrior Kairon forward, letting his back be ruthlessly strafed by Ajax's bolt gun, until Ezio's brute force lifted the alien, and heard Ajax again. Voices from Ath: The two remaining Randan Custodians have driven their blades deep into the Astartes.

Everything is just a second in the eyes of mortals.

Before this second, Hector and Ran Dan's imperial army were still facing each other, but after this long second, these two powerful barbarian warriors had once again fought together, and the collision of blades echoed continuously, It was resolved in the second round of fighting between the Astartes and the alien elite.

Roaring, roaring, sarcasm, pain...

It was too chaotic, too crazy. When the first person swung the blade for the first time, everything had turned into the most primitive savage struggle, the bloodiest endless death.

Hector used the purest bravery and talent to confront the most powerful opponent. Every time the two fighters collided, the dark room was shaken, and the invisible air and ether particles were like turbulent waves. Roaring in the ocean.

On the other side, while covering the two specially targeted psykers, with the limited support of Ajax, Kairon struggled with the manic monster in front of him. The plasma flames flickered again and again. Those ferocious claws kept leaving scars.

As for Ezio, the Shadow Champion emerged from the darkness, wielding jet-black blade and axe.

Then, face two opponents head-on.

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"Fragile."

"slow."

"sad."

"Like your race."

Like a whirlwind, like a thunderstorm, like the roar of a tsunami engulfed by the turmoil of an earthquake, like all natural disasters that were once unstoppable or even inescapable.

When Randan's Custodian began its own attack, it gave Hector a catastrophe, a despair, a terrible dream of invincibility.

"I followed my Emperor, you miserable human, I followed it, in your human terms, for 500 years."

Hector swung a blow, but at least a dozen blows landed on his shoulders and thighs, cutting through the armor and bleeding.

"I've seen its greatness, its strength, its intelligence, its determination."

"It swore to dedicate itself to our great race."

"It did!"

"500 years! A full 500 years!"

"It led our race, overcame all obstacles, and eliminated all difficulties. We rose from the ruins and began to fight for the thousands of galaxies that belong to us."

"This is our time, and we are like new stars that will last forever."

"Not you, humans, a decaying empire that has fallen."

The sharp blade is unstoppable, heavier than thousands of towering peaks, and more powerful than a hundred torrents.

The alien's face was so close that he could even smell the bloody breath.

"Look at you, what else do you have?"

"What else do you have?"

A heavy blow struck, knocking Morgan's proudest chess piece into the air.

Hector was panting, he could feel mouthfuls of blood mixed in his teeth, his chest and shoulders had been severely injured, his knee was stabbed fiercely, almost pierced, he panted Breathing, the sound is like a broken bellows.

At this moment, only the flame in his chest is still burning.

Only the rationality and faith in his heart still persisted.

He braced, staggered, and forced himself to stand up.

He cannot fall.

He could hear Chiron and his foe dying in a long standoff, an ancient warrior of the Legion who might be able to defeat his foe, but he too was doomed.

He could hear that the shadow champion's blade was ringing for a moment. He used the most exquisite martial arts to delay the two of Ran Dan's imperial troops. Until now, he still has not lost the wind, but his position is constantly retreating, constantly forced out of the shadows.

He could hear that Salieri was bleeding and Ajax was roaring. They were dying in their respective battles and struggles.

So, he can't fall down.

Absolutely, you can't.

Hold your head up, breathe, calm down.

The alien blade is already in sight.

Hector raised his blade.

again.

again.

every time.

greeted.

……

He has to win.

This is obsession.

This is faith.

This is the wave.

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And only the most stubborn obsession, the firmest belief, in the surging tide, can create its own waves in the endless ocean.

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"Good will."

Even if it was a desperate opponent, he couldn't help feeling so emotional, even though the life-threatening blade didn't hesitate at all.

"but now……"

The blade swung down.

"What can you do?"

"Ping—"

The collision of the metal raised the brows of Ran Dan's imperial army, and immediately after, this arrogant alien felt a kind of almost instinctive suffocation and trembling.

Its opponent disappeared.

Replaced by... something else.

【what……】

【At least……】

[You can warm up before meals. 】

[Although, you guys are not very qualified. 】

"Hector" looked up, his voice had changed into a cold feminine tone.

He was talking, smiling, grabbed Ran Dan's blade, pushed it lightly, and threw the unstoppable imperial army aside.

[Weak body. 】

He muttered softly, and in his pupils, blue flames were burning.

He raised his head.

The slaughter began.

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Just because the strongest martial art in the empire, in the galaxy, or even in the entire world, has now been mastered by Hector:

God descended.

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Ezio felt only a whirlwind.

A hurricane of such speed and terror that he had never felt before.

He could barely see that it belonged to Hector.

Wait... no, not him.

The shadow champion took a deep breath, and he witnessed the scene in front of him: [Hector] came in front of him, his finger tapped lightly in the shadow, and the chest of a Randan imperial army accompanied it The armor exploded, it shook its body, a little unbelievable, and then its head was removed.

Like a farmer picking grapes from his orchard.

He turned around, and before Ezio and Ran Dan's champions could make any reaction, an invisible sharp edge slashed through the air, and the next moment, the almost unstoppable alien elite was neatly divided With twenty slices, the shadow champion can even see the clear status of those severed blood vessels, as well as the blood floating in the air that has not had time to be captured by gravity.

[Hector] Smiling and acting like a patient recovering from a serious illness bathing in the sun after a long absence, he took off another Ran Dan's head, and at this moment, Ezio had no time to do anything matter.

The head flew across the air, piercing the air like a flesh-and-blood cannonball, tearing the No.3 Randan Imperial Army into pieces: its head and chest were directly pierced, and dense white bones and broken internal organs were scattered on Kai who was astonished. In front of Long.

Until this moment, the moment belonging to Ezio was barely over. The shadow champion leaned forward, raised his head, and looked at [Hector] in front of him in disbelief.

Who is he?
It was the first time that Ezio was so confused, he felt it involuntarily, and then he felt a kind of breath, a kind that made him...

Longing for the breath of surrender.

In a daze, he seemed to see something behind [Hector], he saw a faint shadow, a smiling and cozy shadow, put up a finger and put it against his lips, beckoning him to be quiet.

The shadow champion didn't speak, he looked at the illusory shadow.

He got it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ezio knelt on the dirt with one knee, his head was lowered, only his hands were raised high and flat, palms facing upwards.

In his palm is a black sharp blade that he never allows outsiders to touch.

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[Hector] walked to the only Ran Dan imperial army who did not die, that is, the guy who almost killed him.

At the very beginning, when Morgan hadn't adapted to his whole body, [Hector]'s strength was not strong, and he didn't kill the poor guy with one blow.

But now, he grabbed the dying throat, grabbed it with one hand, and held its weapon in the other, and slowly walked to the giant engine.

[Hector] raised the alien with one hand, and a whisper that was almost whispered flowed from his throat.

[Sad little guy. 】

Ran Dan's imperial guard was breathing, coughing up pieces of blood and internal organs, and as the force gripping its throat grew stronger, it could only twist and struggle to spit out the curse desperately.

"monster……"

"You... humans..."

"Monsters in the galaxy..."

[Hector] laughed, and he slowly said a familiar sentence.

[In the past, someone would always say such things to me, Ran Dan's son. 】

[Where do you think they are now? 】

[In hell, in death, howling in countless failures and distortions, burning in endless flames and burning. 】

He approached the alien and spit out every single word.

【Inside my stomach. 】

【Your race, your emperor, everything you love will be the same. 】

[Only monsters win it all, you pathetic alien, and your useless race. 】

【Your only value, the only contribution and future brought about by all your sacrifices and sweat, is to be swallowed by me. 】

[Used by me. 】

[Consumed by me. 】

"……demon……"

It gritted its teeth, but only got a contemptuous laugh.

[Hector] Laughing, he threw the incomplete alien to the engine. He swung the alien blade, piercing the broken body and the hot machinery together. When scalded to death, it can hear the last words.

【demon? 】

[No, no, no. 】

[This is not a demon. 】

[Maybe you think so. 】

【But I call it...】

[Be compassionate. 】

(End of this chapter)