Emperor's Bane

Chapter 169 The Fall
When Morgan silently watched the metallic giant leap over the sea of ​​souls, the army of aliens had already torn the final curtain between the subspace and the real universe, and came to this nameless battlefield.

They appeared in a blood-red light, compared to the boundless in the Taxus galaxy, they have shrunk a lot, but they are still an invincible colossal force.

The army of the Alien Empire was vast, occupying a small half of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, confronting the equally boundless human fleet separated by the distance of stars and planets.

Dead silence and silence seemed to be the only theme at this moment. Whether it was the warriors of the human empire or the elites of the alien empire, they were all in a quiet atmosphere, witnessing the brilliant existence in the opponent's battle line: their light even surpassed After the bleak sun, in the farthest distance, it shines brightly.

In the human fleet, surrounded by countless battleships, the Queen of Glory, and the mechanical ark, a distant ray of light slowly rises from the [Imperial Illusion], like a lighthouse in the darkest, causing There were bursts of cheers like waves.

And in the vast ocean that only psykers can see, it is not light at all, but the coldest sun, surrounded by a giant metal dragon, roaring from time to time representing anger and fear: No matter how the giant dragon struggled and bitten, it was still tightly held in the palm of the sun.

At this moment, in someone's third eye, in this nameless galaxy, there are two suns.

No.

is three.

When the alien emperor also appeared on the battlefield, the cheers from the alien fleet also echoed in every corridor and every legion, and it never stopped for a long time.

The light of the Alien King was even more dazzling than that of the Master of Men: it was not a gentle [coldness], but pure burning, pure madness, pure self-death.

But no one can see that what ordinary people can see is only two rounds of equally powerful light that suppress the original round of sunlight in this galaxy. They are golden yellow and scarlet. conquered.

They are facing each other, silent, they are like the real sun, rising slowly in the eyes of thousands of fanatical and loyal people and soldiers, their steps broke through the obstacles of gravity and the universe, and came to the boundless Among the stars and the void, I came to the very center of this nameless galaxy, above that nameless world.

In the deepest part of the subspace that no one can see, even the warmest and most reckless applause has ceased, and the countless unborn are accompanied by the majesty of the four powerful, accompanied by countless The appearance of existence maintains the quietness and silence that is only once in their short life: quietly watching this rare drama, silently waiting for the self-evident result.

Under Valdor's silent gaze, in Skanderbeg's restless gnashing of teeth, in the chorus of countless Mechanic Bishops and Randan Wizards, in the tense moments of Horus and Mortarion Among the frowns.

In Morgan's silent eyes that were so deep that there was no gleam of light in them.

Two kings, two wills, slaves of two races, emperors of two empires.

Under all eyes, in a corner where no one can see.

walked across from each other.

This is the beginning.

is also the end.

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When it finally stepped on this land, it felt a rare tranquility, a tranquility that was almost luxurious, almost deathly.

The whispers of those gods have completely disappeared, as if they no longer have any interest in him, but it can feel their sight: they have not left, they are just quiet, letting their smiles stay there On the hideous face.

It took steps and moved forward, and it could feel that those souls driven mad by pain and death were tormenting it at all costs, just like what they had done before, putting its body and reason to eternity In the blade wrapped by the endless cold wind.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

It walks and advances.

Soon, it successfully arrived at its destination, so simple.

It has not done these simple things for a long time, so long that even it has forgotten how long.

It seems to have forgotten too much: it seems to have some plans, it seems to want some real heirs, it seems to want to meet those friends who left it, it seems to want to leave the palace and see the most ordinary Randan people What kind of life do you live...

It seems that I don't want to think about anything, I just relax, feel comfortable, and escape, lying on a beach, just lying there, asking about the salty sea breeze.

It seemed to have wanted to do that, but at some point, it had forgotten.

...that's all.

that's not important.

It raised its head, and when its gaze passed over the shadows of the stars, it would think of Skanderbeg, its last friend.

It seems to be leading a fleet, leading a small fleet, staying on the orbit of this world. Among those fleets, there are only its forbidden army and its pride.

It was a sandy land, the most barren and savage low-lying area, it was directly exposed to the void without any oxygen and radiation protection means, under the light of the dimmest star, you could barely see those The eroded rocks cast strangely shaped shadows.

He's right there waiting for it.

He was shining, he was burning, he was releasing the icy light that made it unconsciously narrow its pupils, but it didn't flinch further, it looked at him, at the Emperor who had confronted it for a long time .

Emperor of mankind.

The creator of the impossible miracle.

It has always wanted to meet him.

It has been trying to say something to him.

It has always wanted to ask how he did it: in the midst of death, he awakened a dead race.

It has always wanted to ask, what kind of world does he want: is it the same?Is it different?Is there any similarity or difference between it and the final fantasy dream in which the most ordinary Randan people elect their own leaders and decide their own destiny?
It wants to ask, it wants to say.

But when it really came to this moment, it found that it had nothing to say.

What can it say?

It smiled and walked forward.

too long.

too long.

too long.

……

Now, let this be over.

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The Lord of Humanity was wearing the most noble and sacred armor. At this moment, he was not holding the flaming golden sword, but was holding another silver-white light.

He had taken it out of Firestar's dungeon, breaking one of his promises, and it had been trying to break free ever since.

He held it tightly, letting his own strength continue to repair the scorched skin and flesh, even letting some scars appear where no one could see.

When he did all this, he was shrouded in light, so that no one could see his actions clearly, and all he could hear were praises of nobility and holiness.

Noble, sacred...

His most hated words.

Like this armor.

From the moment he put on the armor and took up his sword, he had been wondering when he would be able to take them off.

He swore that once he took them off, he'd never have to put them on again.

It may have been difficult, but he soon remembered one of his children: his Horus, his wolf-god, his Sagittarius.

With him around, this wouldn't be an illusory fantasy.

He thought so, so sure.

Then, he raised his head.

The alien has come to the front.

At this time, it was already as tall as a hive city, like an invincible dragon standing in front of an immature child, and the human lord just raised his head, holding the nameless weapon tightly.

He has faced stronger opponents, more desperate situations: countless.

Their endings are not any different.

He raised his head, and he looked at the other emperor, the ruler of Ran Dan, the alien.

that corpse.

Under the light, he could even see its body without a trace of skin and flesh: because any flesh and blood had been completely devoured at the moment of birth, he saw those souls, those crowded, roaring souls, They were howling at him like gnats on a summer night around a bright lamp.

They are vicious, they are resentment, they are demons without a master, they are countless ferocious faces, manipulated by the tittering gods from endless distances, and turned into distorted magic mirrors one after another, showing him Confidence of the future of earnestness and falsehood.

He saw it.

He saw the flames of war burning in the galaxy, from the holy Terra to Ultramar, every inch of land was struggling to survive in the poisonous gas and barrenness, the story of Arcadius and Honorius came to the over his kingdom.

He saw the scarlet fire burning in the pupils of the careerist: they are the Primarch, the Astartes, the nobles, the commoners, the most noble, and the most humble, their rage burning together, burned his empire.

He saw, he saw the enraged angel raised up the holy golden spear, under the shining of endless light, pierced the dying man under the silver hair, bloody tears leaked from his pupils, for himself Disputes with blood relatives and grief.

He saw, he saw another crown, put on the head of the reluctant perfection, three blood relatives with their own ghosts cheered his enthronement, and in sincerity and suspicion, celebrated another crown. empire.

He saw it, he saw the bullet ringing in the muzzle, one, killing a generation.

He saw, he saw the light shining in three points, one ray, destroying a world.

He saw it.

He saw the snow-white bones.

It was the bone of the Alien Emperor.

That was the pain of the alien king.

That is the eternity of the Alien King.

It screams, it pains, and in endless twists, regrets, and torments it witnesses the most horrific atrocity: the end of its race.

It's stuck there, it's stuck in the screams of the gods, it's stuck in the halls of splendor, it's stuck in the ropes of struggle, responsibility, guilt and chagrin, it's stuck in the in the hopes of...

It's stuck there.

Thousands of years, and thousands of years.

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He looks at it.

Look at the alien king.

looking at himself.

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Then he raised his weapon.

He only said one word.

That's the beginning and the end.

That is sentencing and mercy.

He said it.

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【die】

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The light shines brightly, leading to the dark place.

The roar of the dragon began under the dust.

Sentence, sanctity, glory, death...

A moment in a moment is already ten thousand years.

When Waldo, who was staying on the track of this desolate world, slowly raised his head, he happened to be able to see everything in front of him.

He saw, the gods laughing, their joy and boredom are such fickle things that when the moment of joy dies with death, their figures disappear into the sky and return to the In eternal boredom and strife.

He saw that the world was collapsing, the bright light was like a thousand suns rising at the same time in the clear sky, the dazzling colors were like ten thousand golden leaves reflecting their own light under the scorching sun at the same time, that barren world The world is collapsing, because with that blow, countless stars are falling into the world.

It was the Emperor's Strike.

Only one hit.

Everything returned to silence.

Accompanied by countless cheers, countless howls, countless undoubted hysteria, countless cheers that turned the sky upside down, countless echoes in the warships of humans and aliens, the diametrically opposite echoes from heaven and hell, from the pursuit of victory and scattered And escape the song.

Valdor raised his head, and he heard another voice, so faint, so divine, so unique.

He carefully identified.

Finally, he heard clearly.

It was a voice of aliens, it was a voice of emperors, it was a voice of eternity.

It was a sigh.

That's it.

As it dissipates slowly, there is no grandeur, no miracles and struggles, and everything is over: a declaration and promise about the galaxy, a war and competition about destiny, and a battle about eternity. fantasy.

dissipated.

ended.

no longer exists.

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An Emperor is dead.

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Valdo lowered his head, he didn't have time to think more: Ran Dan's fleet seemed to feel some irrefutable facts at this moment, when their disbelief accompanied by the golden light re-emerged, It turned into complete madness and collapse.

However, not all Ran Dan fighters are like this, at least, in the fleet supervised and confronted by Valdo's fleet, another kind of determination is burning.

Ran Dan Forbidden Army.

Valdor had heard of them, and he would not deny their power.

He opened his mouth.

"Ready to fight."

"Target: Those aliens on the track called Randan Custodians."

"The number of enemies... forty thousand."

"Unlimited means."

"Don't stay alive."

(End of this chapter)