Emperor's Bane

Chapter 155
death.

flames.

High temperature distortion.

A distant roar.

Everything.

endless.

never ending.

In Ulsborough's eyes, it seems that this war will continue like this, until the strongest fortress rots in the wind and sand, until the toughest warrior collapses in the fight, until everything it shoulders and cherishes is lost in all evils. Disintegrated in the lapse of time.

Facing everything in front of it, even Ulsboro, the high-ranking overlord and ever-victorious general of the Randan Empire, who commanded an army of tens of millions, had to think so.

Whenever such low thoughts pass through its mind, vicious acid will accumulate in its mouth, dripping on the ground, making large and small potholes, and an unprecedented anger and indignation will flow from it welling up in his breast, occupying its mind for a fleeting moment.

Depression, passivity, fear of war, and most importantly: incompetence.

It still remembers that when its iron boots had just stepped on the soil of this desolate world, it broke into the command room with its cronies and military police, and dragged its former commander out of the house: the two of them Know each other, and even fought side by side for a long time.

But this does not prevent Ulsboro from pointing his gun at his former colleagues, telling everyone the crimes he committed, the unforgivable crimes of dereliction of duty, shrinking and incompetence, With the reading of these crimes, it drove hot bullets into that weary skull.

Then, it's its turn.

If it can't complete these established tasks, sooner or later, a brand new bullet will also penetrate into its head. If it is normal, such a cold-blooded general will have to take into account issues related to organization and morale, but this time It's different: their [Emperor] is somewhere behind them, and its will accompanies the throne to link every soldier, whether it is collapsed, hesitant or panic, it will not affect the tenacity of every Randan soldier Courage, no matter who the commander is, will not affect the firm belief of every Ran Dan soldier.

In this war, no one is irreplaceable.

Thinking of this, Yin Yu occupied Ran Dan's overlord's mind. Its eyes moved back and forth between the holographic projection on the front line and the strategic map, constantly calculating how long it would take to tear through the next line of defense.

It has broken through countless lines of defense, destroyed countless forts and trenches, and even it itself does not remember how many battles it has achieved in this barren world. It may have led its army to wipe out millions of human troops, or even more. many.

But no matter what, there will always be more opponents blocking its path, and there will always be a steady stream of legions and defense lines appearing on the next skyline.

Ulsboro's sight was lifted up with its gloomy thoughts, and it easily saw the tallest fortress amidst layers of gunpowder smoke and strong wind: that was its ultimate goal, the defense system of the entire world As long as it captures the core fortress, it can cut off the communication lines of the entire fortress group, turning all human armies into broken groups that cannot respond one after another.

It knows that there are no less than ten Randan overlords working hard for this goal, and it is the one most likely to succeed. As early as a long time ago, it has been able to see the top of the fortress, shining so that it seems sacred Inviolable emblem of the double-headed eagle.

How long has it been since then...

Lines of defense were pierced one after another, regiments were annihilated one after another, its iron boots were soaked in human blood, and news of the defeat of other overlords came from its ears. In a daze, it looked up again, only to find that The flamboyant eagle emblem still stands high above everything, as if laughing at its powerlessness.

They are so close, as if they are within reach, but so far away, as if they are separated by a world.

It will never be able to shoot down that eagle.

Unknowingly, such thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ulsborough's eyes became more gloomy.

Accompanied by its gloomy gaze, countless flames and shrapnel are flying wantonly on the front not far from it. Below these deadly metals are rows of Randan soldiers, like the waves of the storm season, it seems There is no end in sight.

Most of these Ran Dan soldiers were not qualified fighters, and the officer in charge of them watched indifferently that these young or old amalgamated fell like a burning forest in front of the dense firepower, making the more Elite fighters can seize the opportunity to break through human defenses.

Such attrition is not in vain, for while the crossfire of the defenders is temporarily delayed by the dense vanguard, using armored vehicles or even low-altitude aircraft as cover, the best Randan fighters will be as A sharp razor pierces into every throat of the defenders. Officer Ran Dan, who was indifferent just now, will only appear at the forefront of the battle line at this moment, taking the lead and leading another attack and massacre with furious roars. victory.

The war is carried out in this kind of tragic and boring exchange, either the human warriors are slaughtering the alien army in the open ground under the cover of firepower, or Ran Dan's vanguard is washing the trenches and the trenches with blood in hand-to-hand combat. Fortress: Reincarnation repeats itself and never stops.

No one knew how long this exchange lasted, because the scorching sun never fell from the sky, no matter whether it was human beings or Ran Dan, all soldiers could only squander limited blood in the infinite light.

This is the longest day.

With the cessation of gunshots, Ran Dan's army poured into yet another lost fortress. Only scattered voices of resistance could be heard in the most remote rooms, but this did not prevent the ferocious flag from covering Reaching the smoky wreck marked another victory.

Ran Dan's overlord witnessed all this, and he didn't feel any more joy, because a message had just passed to its desk: just as it commanded to break through another line of defense, the last friendly army following it had passed away. Having suffered a devastating blow, its right wing has been completely exposed, exposed to the monstrous wrath of the human empire.

【Dragon】

In their last messages the dead Overlords spoke repeatedly of this terrible monster, unstoppable and invincible.

All this silenced Woolsborough for a moment, but it soon gave the order to continue the attack.

It must complete its tasks, and they are more important than its life, and the lives of all the soldiers under its command.

It knows that the battle situation above the sky has fallen into a situation that is not favorable to them, because it is even more necessary to achieve results on the ground, to liberate those warships that are constantly fighting for air supremacy, and to engage in real sea battles. go.

It is impossible to give up. They have spent too much time in this world and paid too much. When their emperors cannot give exact instructions due to various reasons, no one dares to abandon this situation that has opened up. ground battlefield.

The cost is too high.

and so.

It had to take down that fortress.

No matter what it will face.

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"They're coming!"

When the officer's hoarse roar resounded in the trenches, there were at least a hundred equally hoarse throats repeating his words, like an ensemble that couldn't be worse, guaranteed to torture every pair placed on this line. Ears in the trenches.

The same goes for the staff sergeant.

He picked his ears, but there was no more trembling and nervousness: he had been fighting against Ran Dan for almost five years, fighting these monsters in four different worlds, In fact, everyone in his machine-gun squad did.

Quietness prevailed in the trenches, and only the sounds of inspecting weapons and whispering prayers could penetrate his ears. He could see the positions where artillery and anti-aircraft firepower were placed, and those firepower points he could find.

On his front line, there are densely packed trenches, where tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers are stationed, there is a full regiment, responsible for meeting the first batch of frenzy, and it will be their turn after they are completely annihilated or abandon their positions. This line of defense.

The sergeant raised his head, and soon, he heard the first cry of war, so he quickly got into his bunker.

The roar of drones and cannons was far faster than Ran Dan's soldiers. Countless shells turned over every inch of land. Plasma and wreckage were scattered around with a sharp sound of death, until the empire The firepower also joined the melee.

The artillery battle was short and extremely long. When the sergeant shook his buzzing head and returned to his post, the end of his field of vision was completely occupied by dense black waves.

A wave of black waves pierced the skyline, stretching out slowly like a spear from hell, and then, countless twisted war engines accompanied by rumbling roars, joined the rampant army, almost instantly, The flames of war burned through the entire position, and hundreds of thousands of creatures fell down with painful wailing at the first moment of the war.

The sergeant didn't hesitate at all, he called his subordinates, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom--"

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A human bullet hit Ulsborough's breastplate without chipping the slightest chip.

Ran Dan's overlord did not hesitate, it waved the blade of its right hand at will, causing the human body that had lost its vitality to fall to the ground along its sharp blade, and joined the ranks of thousands of his compatriots.

It seemed to be a general, the leader of the trench: so Ulsborough's experience of men told it.

But it doesn't care, what it cares about is the breakthrough of another front: it knows that every trench captured here is more important than ten cities elsewhere, because this is the last obstacle, and behind it is A passage that leads straight to its destination.

It moved forward again, and countless elite Randan fighters closely followed its every step. It could see those fierce armored battles going on around it, and countless steel behemoths killed each other like a star. Blinding as a sun growing above the ground, it could see the last strongholds trying in vain to kill it, as every human it had encountered in its first battle would do.

It roars, it roars, it can feel hot air waves pouring out of its throat in large gusts, it wields its own weapons: the right hand is a sword, the left hand is a cannon, and it fights heartily among countless flesh and blood , no one can harm it, it is the wind of hell that brings death and fear, it blasts through tanks, chops up fortresses, and tens of thousands of troops collapse under one charge of it, turning them into hordes waiting to be killed. Remnant.

One knife, another knife.

One step, another step.

When the freshest blood splashed on its face again, Ulsborough raised his head, and it looked at the tall double-headed eagle again.

Nearly.

Very close.

Its joy was shattered by the sound of gunshots like a storm, and it could hear the sound of another group of soldiers falling, and the roar of those eager to kill it.

It laughed.

It swung its knife and moved forward again, giving those human beings the end they deserved.

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died!

all dead!
The sergeant was panting and running, the weapon in his hand had been replaced with a tattered rifle, and his original weapon and his subordinates had all fallen into the bloody mud.

Now, he was leaning on a pile of the same tattered sandbags and mud, behind him was a destroyed artillery, and the corpses of the artillery were becoming cold.

This is a high ground, and he can see everything clearly.

He saw the battle lines that were torn apart, he saw the gunpowder smoke that symbolized his subordinates, he saw the gunshots with only a few survivors still struggling to fight back, he saw Ran Dan's army, They are still going, endlessly.

The most terrifying figure was at the forefront of those aliens, a twisted creature that might be three meters high, and it killed the entire trench and fortress by itself.

he saw...

It was looking at him, looking at him.

Looking at him with a ferocious smile.

How terrible is that smile, it happened on the face of the most twisted monster, accompanied by countless broken limbs, like a frequent visitor in nightmares.

The sergeant looked at the alien, the one he had countless reasons to fear.

He knows what he has to do.

then.

He raised his gun.

aim.

at the same time.

He felt it, a fiery wind seemed to blow over his head, across the hopeless sky.

He raised his head.

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It sees all that.

Breathe, breathe deeply.

Ulsboro couldn't help but widen his eyes. He watched the hordes of iron eagles tear through the gray dust and rushed to the front of his legion along the lowest sky.

They still came.

It can feel a tension.

The iron eagle landed, the demon came out of the cage, and the warriors in green armor rushed out of the fighter planes like a crazy forest, and came to this barren land. They were covered with traces of war: rubbing, ashes, etc. , scars and disabilities, and scarlet pupils.

It saw its legion roaring, and countless Randan warriors roaring, they rushed up furiously, and the light of sharp blades and the heat of flames filled every inch of land in an instant.

It saw, it saw, the most terrifying individual among those human demons, so striking and unique: the dark-skinned berserk giant, he was taller than a whole armored war engine, bigger than a hundred madmen. Ran Dan's soldiers, who were fighting fiercely, were even more brutal. He swung the war hammer, obliterating everything around him at a speed that no one could see clearly.

He is so hideous.

so wild.

So brutal and violent.

Even if it is a living devil crawling out of hell, its terrifying face is far less than one ten-millionth of this devil.

Overlord Ran Dan could feel his acid accumulating again.

It clenched the blade tightly, pushed away the guards around it, and rushed towards the monster that was killing wantonly without hesitation.

It crashed into the green demons who tried to stop it, and its blades and cannons drew bloodstains on their necks, and despite countless lives passing by like this, in just a few breaths, it harvested Killed at least twenty Green Goblins, or Astartes, in their way.

Flames and bombs slammed into the armor wrapped around it, but it was useless. It was not afraid of these at all. When it took a deep breath, it finally tore through the last line of defense. It finally aroused the anger of the tall demon king Notice.

It saw that dark face turning towards it, what a distorted and terrifying devil's true face, as if it was a living embodiment of barbarism and slaughter, his pupils were the purest scarlet, as if telling The brutality of his own master.

It saw the war hammer, which had been dyed a disgusting crimson by countless blood. God knows how many lives it had reaped in the long fight before.

But, it's over.

it growled.

It rushed up.

It wants to kill him, this is its mission and responsibility, no one else can do it except it.

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Vulcan swung his warhammer and blasted the challenger's head in one fell swoop.

again.

The alien's head was completely shattered the first moment it came into contact with the warhammer. Its charging body didn't even break free from the shackles of speed. It rolled several times in the sand and dust before it collapsed on the ground.

The Fire Dragon Lord glanced at it. This alien had just killed many of his descendants, which made his anger intensify: Vulcan hadn't closed his eyes for hundreds of hours. He and his descendants were in the most dangerous place. He was constantly running and killing on the front line, and the one in front of him was the last one.

He roared, he shouted, and his body inspired everyone. Countless salamanders and even mortals roared to the sky and joined in this grand battle.

The alien had already collapsed, and the moment the Fire Dragon Lord appeared, all the offensive and madness disintegrated. When his anger turned into a burning flame, even the most rampant courage could not shake him at all.

at this time.

now.

Blood is flowing.

The dragon is roaring.

The fight shook the ground.

Burning fire.

　Ah... this chapter, I feel completely out of shape.

　　After all, Vulkan is a primarch, so I have to explain the situation on his side. There must be a bug in the plot, so please ignore it.

　　By the way...how on earth did I write these 5000 words?
　　Well, forget it, don't think about it, I feel like my brain is about to grow out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)