Emperor's Bane

Chapter 278 Morgan in Alien Eyes

He has come.

That thing, He came.

Lykjavis's slender throat let out a nearly suffocating scream, and it felt that the three hearts in its chest were trembling constantly because of this terrible catastrophe, but it was held by an inexplicable force in the next second Tight, turned into a puddle of almost nothing flesh and blood.

It's afraid, it's suffocating, it's really feeling something it hasn't felt in ages: the mere thought of it is enough to make it angry, and it can't help but let out a growl like a beast The false courage that comes with being badly wounded.

The six sharp claws surrounding its slender torso fluttered in unison with the roar, grabbing a disorderly attack in mid-air, it roared manically, fearful, not daring to look at the distant galaxy edge, but always want to observe the footsteps of destruction again.

It shrinks, twitches, and vents its inner trembling in self-deceiving rage, its sharp claws like spider limbs draw twisted and uneven marks on the flesh wall, randomly grabbing the mindless slaves at its feet, Opening their heads, regardless of the usual pretentious self-cultivation, its mouthparts composed of tentacles and sharp teeth are directly stuffed into the crack, and it devours the scattered brains until it smashes the brains. Tuck it in.

One, one, and one after another, it violently overturned the restaurant that it had carefully built in the past long years. Originally, every decorative pattern here would consume the years of generations of human slaves, but now, it is like a restaurant. A starving animal, like a lunatic in a panic, a powerful psionic species frantically destroyed its precious palace, and the food that had been carefully stored was torn into pieces meaninglessly, until dozens of pieces of food could not be found. The life without resistance turned into a flowing river of blood, which did not ease the slave owner's trembling in the slightest.

He has come.

Everything is coming to an end.

Likjavis kept roaring, crying, and trembling. It took him an unknown amount of time to tear everything in front of him, until his spirit returned to his body again, dragging him out of the state of a beast. When it came back, it suddenly found that the real one was curled up in the darkest corner of the room, crying unceasingly for the non-existent wind and cranes in the corridor.

It is weeping, and for the first time in its long existence and soul it has this kind of weakness: it doesn't even know that it is crying, and it is like those food and servants who are deprived of their last bit of life. A sad and ridiculous howl.

It grows its mouth, and spits out a sound that cannot be captured in reality. Its weeping surges in the sea of ​​souls, and it is passed far and far in another world: but there is no one of its kind to laugh at it, because right in it In every inch of the field that can be heard, its fear and weeping are not a lonely existence.

It wept, until it felt that not far away, another warship of its own race was randomly and carelessly torn to pieces, and through its innate psionic sensing, it could even clearly He could hear the desperate roar very clearly, it was the frail little beast being watched by the terrible barbarian king, and then it was skinned and fleshed little by little, and thrown into the mouth to chew the hell sound.

It trembled, because it could clearly feel that the voice was getting closer and closer to its position. It seemed to ignore the unimaginably chaotic battle situation in the galaxy, like an old farmer walking among the fruit trees, picking it leisurely own property.

Running away, crying, even suicide: After realizing how close it was to that unimaginable monster, thoughts like these turned into a torrent, constantly impacting its thoughts, constantly impacting the unimaginable king in its heart. Shaking authority, its soul thoughts are constantly churning with dark plots, thinking about the possibility of escaping from this war.

Escape: Such behavior will undoubtedly kill it, because the king of Osiris psionic species controls every one of its subjects, and through the unexplainable warp plague, any betrayal of it will only end in death: Only the most powerful psionic species can avoid the price of such betrayal, but Lykjavis is obviously not included in this ranks.

However, if facing that monster...

……

It would rather die.

False courage kept beating in its heart, until an irresistible scream came into its sea of ​​souls: that was the order of the king of psionic species, it roared to order its own people, order It can also mobilize any power to stop the existence that is constantly squirming here. Although this order will expose the king of psionic species to the airdrop attack of the Ultramarine Legion at all costs, but compared to Ultramar The Lord's [-] army, but it is even more afraid of that terrifying existence.

Likjavis had no choice, its will was almost forced into the dimension of the sea of ​​souls, and it rushed from the real battlefield to the purgatory in the void. At the last moment, it passed those who controlled the ship The slave of the operating system observed the scene in the real universe.

As another human fleet appeared under the leadership of that monster, and split into two groups to attack the psychic fleet that was surrounding the Ultramarines, the situation of the entire Eurydice melee was suddenly reversed: Dawnbreaker's The attack caused the Osiris psionic plant to pay an unimaginably terrible price in a very short period of time.

The fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion was divided into two, one large and one small. The large one was a confluence of various main companies, like barbarians who were fighting fiercely, rushing towards the alien pioneers stuck on key nodes, while The smaller one was led by Morgan's flagship with a few guards, and slowly sailed towards Osiris' huge reinforcement fleet, facing an opponent hundreds of times stronger than its own with disdain.

In the first Terra standard time of the real confrontation, more than a hundred Osiris psychic-type hourglass warships fell, and the companies that launched the gang-hopping battle won their own bloody victories and praised loudly. Great name for the Mother of Genes.

There were 24 Dawnbreaker companies participating in this battle, and they also achieved the same number of temporary victories: as for the remaining huge results, they have already turned into fine debris between the lips of the Spider Queen.

Especially those alien battleships that blocked Morgan's flagship: Although these hourglass-like behemoths neither had a real exchange of fire with human warships nor encountered blows such as jumping gangs, they still fell into dead silence one after another. In the general shutdown, like a group of strange mysteries, they withdrew from this life-and-death genocidal battle.

Only the most capable human psykers can barely know the answer: on every Osiris battleship that has fallen into silence, there are lingering screams of despair when these psionic species are stripped of their souls alive, and accompanied by these The death of the slave owner, the huge alien warship is just a dead thing out of control.

By the time the soldiers of the Second Legion had fought all the way to the center of the galaxy, hundreds of Osiris' hourglass battleships had capsized silently. These often required more than ten hours of firefights and a tragic gang fight. For an opponent who can only be eliminated, in front of that ethereal smile wandering among the stars, even the last cry before dying has become a luxury.

The number of xenos warships killed by this terrible silence is even greater than the total number of warriors of the Astartes of the two legions, and at least a quarter of the power of Osiris is planted in the silence of the Dawnbreakers. They fell during the march, and their plans were completely bankrupt along with an invisible feast of gluttony. As Morgan's legion and Ultramar's vengeful army successfully merged, there was no need for more communication, Guilliman The heirs of the army began to seize more initiative in the war in an orderly manner.

Although the Ultramarines may lack advantages in all aspects, there is one advantage they have that can never be avoided: in the face of a full 12 Astartes warriors, any trick that cannot be carried out quickly will be reduced to the most tragic end .

When the 12 sons of Guilliman finally eliminated their worries with the help of their allies, and diverted all their energy and anger to the frontal fight they are best at, no matter whether it was the tricks of the psionic species or the disturbance of the green skins, they could not stop them. The balance of war has tipped desperately towards the Imperium of Man.

12 Astartes.

The power of quantity.

This is the answer to everything: In the face of this answer that seems to be the truth, the resistance of the Osiris psionic species is so weak, those most powerful alien warships wiped out hundreds of thousands of the sons of Guilliman in a desperate confrontation , killing hundreds of think tanks, but before they have the shortest rest, a brand new army of revenge, ten times the size of the previous one, will easily drown out their mournful howls.

Osiris's steady stream of reinforcements has learned the meaning of numbers in the face of the single-minded Ultramarians, while their heroic outflanking forces are fleeing separately from the scattered rounds of the Dawnbreaker fleet: at this moment, only the clouds gather in the world of Bastion The huge fleet nearby is the last force that the Psionic King can rely on. This catastrophe, which contains hundreds of the most powerful alien warships, is fighting with the "Glory of Macragge" and its courtiers. They engaged in a bloody confrontation, stopping the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds' desire to launch an airdrop strike.

And with the crazy roar of the king of psionic species, the last alien fleet was also diverted most of it without hesitation, and rushed towards the "Goddess of Aurora", which was getting closer and closer to the fortress world at this time. Hundreds of thousands of the most powerful Osiris psychic species responded to the call and order of the king of the race, released their souls from hundreds of huge hourglass-shaped warships, and poured into the battlefield of the warp in fear.

And Lykjavis is just a member of this huge army. In its long years so far, it has never seen so many of its kind gathered together just to accomplish the same goal: in its In my impression, only a thousand of the same kind at most are needed to feast on any world to their heart's content. The wars they have experienced have always been nothing but subtle calculations and a shocking appearance at the last moment.

But now, everything seems different.

Lykjavis' soul floats in the sea of ​​souls that has become somewhat crowded. Its will to enslave [-] intelligent beings allows it to clearly see the truth in the subspace, and see what is happening in Eurydice at this moment. The savage warriors fighting in the galaxy will never know the [real] world.

Although on the surface, although the three-way melee has caused the entire galaxy to be full of wars, the Eurydice galaxy is still an intact galaxy, and the biggest loss it has suffered is that the surface of the planet has been pitted by various falling damage. , other than that, the place seems to be working fine and stable.

But only after stepping through the sea of ​​souls flying to a high enough dimension, can we see the real truth of this unfortunate land at this time: most of the land is indeed complete, although those planets and voids It also exudes an unwavering dead silence, but in the center of the galaxy, billions of souls who have indulged in fighting have turned the center of the galaxy into a colorful painting, and large pieces of bright yellow and blood red tell the story of How much malice and madness are surging in the sea of ​​souls here.

But despite this, this is still a normal scene, the boiling that would be caused by any war in the void, and it is something that psionic species have long turned a blind eye to.

What really scared them was the scene that was born before their eyes.

From the Mandeville point through which the human fleets, known as the Dawnbreaker Legion, arrived in this system, to the very close quarters where they are now fighting: a winding march across half the system The road is already in front of their eyes...

Disappeared.

It's like taking a corner of a whole pizza: literally, it's completely gone, even the most powerful psionic species can't see a single trace of this twisted path, only from the black Behind the curtain-like silence, a few traces of fantasy-like existences can be vaguely seen.

Those worlds experienced by the Legion of the Dawnbreakers, or specifically, those experienced by the [Dawn Goddess], including the stars of the Eurydice galaxy, although they are still normal in the real universe, but in the subspace , they have changed their appearance.

These stars began to become weird and distorted, like phantoms constantly disturbed by stones in a pool, undulating in the unsettling pure black curtain, constantly changing their image and orientation, in some difficult-to-grasp In an instant, they even turned into flesh and blood stars covered with eyeballs and tongues, which made the psionic species feel jealous from the bottom of their hearts.

Distorted, changing, unknowable...

unknown.

In the corner of the galaxy that was eaten, it seems that some changes that they cannot guess have taken place. Some kind of entity called [unknown] has swallowed the souls of those stars, and swallowed the souls that will remain in that corner forever. The myriad Osiris xenomorphs.

It is as if there is a strange magic and attraction. Although each psionic species is full of fear in their hearts, the pathological desire for the unknown is churning in their hearts at this moment, affecting all of them. The shared communication network is churning, and even the roar of the king of psionic species becomes insignificant in the face of this plague-like desire. Hundreds of thousands of souls who can easily destroy and enslave a race are all watching The darkness, listening to the fear that is getting closer.

And almost in the next second.

Unknown and fear, appeared.

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When [He] really appeared in front of it, Lykjavis couldn't even feel what he was doing. Its soul seemed to be frozen, ordered, attracted and hooked away by some unknown existence It couldn't control any of its own actions, it could only widen its dozen or so compound eyes in vain, staring at the existence that slowly emerged from the darkness.

It does not exclude such powerlessness.

And as the [Goddess of Dawn] slowly broke through the alien's defense line and appeared within the observation range of the fortress world, the hoarse voice of the king of psionic species was gradually turning into some kind of desperate weeping, and with the strange The laughter came from the deepest part of the sea of ​​souls, piercing the soul eardrums of every psionic species with ease, and that thing finally slowly revealed a part of its existence.

The first thing that appeared was a pair of huge and pure white arms, wrapped in countless silver-white silk threads, but still unable to hide its flawless jade-like appearance, these exquisite hands did not look like the evolution of nature. Every joint and every inch of the created creature revealed a pale coldness, like a lifelike puppet made by the greatest craftsman who spent his entire life, soul and life. The white silk thread is pulling the hands, which are so huge that they can easily grasp a strange warship.

He pinched a battleship, like a gentle lady pinching a green grape, with a teasing chuckle and rubbing her fingertips, the soul of the hourglass-like alien giant ship was In an instant, hundreds of the most powerful Osiris psionic species disappeared along with their residences. Their souls exploded in an instant, turned into dust swept by the strong wind, and disappeared all the way in that pure in the darkness.

But in the real universe, amidst the surprise of the Dawnbreaker and the slight consternation of the Ultramarines, another huge Osiris giant warship turned its body, fell into dead silence in an instant, and gave up all battles And acts of resistance, while Ultramar's avengers tore it and its commanders to shreds with sheer firepower.

Once again the scales of reality have tipped, and in Sea of ​​Souls, this is just a trivial interlude, a burlesque act before the real drama begins.

Accompanied by hundreds of desperate howls before dying, under the unbelievable gaze of hundreds of thousands of Osiris psychic species, the monster finally walked out of the darkness and revealed its body in front of the Alien Empire .

Like a phantom, like a mirror image, like a nightmare in the depths of the heart, like a collection of all things that intelligent creatures can imagine in the unknown darkness, that monster, or that existence, appeared.

He is huge, it is huge that cannot be described in any words, it is an irrational structure that can only exist in the chaos and disorder of the subspace: when the soul creation named [Morgan] finally appeared in the soul When they were in front of their eyes, they suddenly discovered that from the darkness, there was a god-like shadow that was bigger than all the fleets and planets in the galaxy combined.

Just by opening his arms, He is enough to easily hold the stars in his arms. With just a wave of her white arms, he can destroy most of hundreds of alien warships. He ruthlessly watched everything that happened in front of him, Like a noble god watching a gunboat battle in a bath.

His body is invisible and cannot be looked at directly, because she has captured a kind of coldness more terrifying than death, and weaved it into a long skirt reflecting forgetfulness and calmness, covering His body that is more terrifying than the world. Huge body: His body may or may not exist. This is a concept that no one knows. It is part of the unknown itself, a field that has not yet been fully explored.

He may have a body and a lower body, or he may not have a body or a lower body: they do not know this, they cannot see it, they are not allowed, they are not entitled to know, and within the limits of their vision and soul, they can only Barely seeing the pair of huge arms, and the ethereal mist connected to the base of the arms.

In the mist, an unimaginably beautiful head is floating there. It is the sacredness that can only be matched with the concept of aesthetics in all myths, the perfection of all arts, and the most noble enthusiasm. Face, His head is beautiful, it is a beauty that transcends race, it is a concept that has been divorced from the real meaning, it is Venus, Aphrodite, Helen and Cleopatra in their The greatest reliance that mythology has.

But such a beautiful head can't describe the real face at all. When the psionic species saw his lineup, they screamed in unison, and half of the creatures were crushed in the first instant His own soul and consciousness threw his own light to death without hesitation, while the remaining half knelt on the ground in despair and began to pray.

That perfect head was wrapped in holiness and blasphemy at the same time: countless golden silver hairs were floating along with his breathing and footsteps, and they easily wrapped around the alien warships, like greed The fly-eaters were eating, while the rest were slowly hanging down, disappearing and reappearing in the misty mist, dragging those arms that were bigger than the stars.

Among the millions of silvery strands of silvery hair, there is a net that easily brought this galaxy into the cyst. The scattered strands of hair are like a clean ocean, backlashing and shining with strange brilliance. They dance, Drifting, only the most sensitive psionic species can see the horror beneath that beauty.

Every strand of hair is not a dead thing that moves with the wind. At their ends, there are snake-like pupils and sharp teeth. The so-called wandering is nothing but the constant feeding of millions of icy predators. They scrambled to pounce on every prey, biting all the souls allowed to capture, and tearing them to pieces in the most brutal and painful way.

And these wanton cold-blooded creatures were not the only inhabitants: as the unspeakable unknown moved her face, a white veil like a spider's silk was draped over its torso hidden in the mist, in the haze. Underneath, there are thousands of shadowy figures revealed.

They were spiders, countless snow-white spiders with humanoid upper bodies, blood-red compound eyes all over their human-like faces, and the originally slender jointed limbs were now so thick that they seemed to be rough imitations of human limbs. Well-known court ladies are generally busy. They walk in the void of the subspace, and with the hard work of the millions of silver hairs, they constantly spit out the same snow-white mucus and cysts, and the cysts will disappear in the next second. New spiders will be drilled and connected to each other through mucus. In the blink of an eye, a spider web will be formed in front of him. It is a terrifying giant web composed of countless wriggling spiders. They continued to spit out threads towards the gaps between them, until the big net was completely formed in His hands.

The silk thread of the white spiders is a strange and hard material that is close to glass, which makes this spider web somewhat contradictory: the wriggling white spiders wrap the vacancy that is as hard as a mirror, and between those mirror images In the middle, it reflects the hellish scene.

Countless aliens that the Osiris psionic species have seen and have not seen have turned into lumps of churning flesh and blood, suffering unimaginable torture on the other side of the mirror: it makes the Osiris aliens even more desperate What's more, among the crying sufferers, they can clearly see those same kind who have just been swallowed up by the existence in front of them.

Tens of thousands of mourning cries were heard through the psionic induction array, and finally shook the will of the psionic species. Hundreds of thousands of forced warriors woke up from their shock and false courage, and they trembled. , cringing, even those most powerful people who are used to taking the soul of a world as a meal, also chose the same method at this moment.

escape.

Escape at any cost.

The souls of hundreds of thousands of Osiris psionics screamed in unison, they were frantically eager to escape from the horror in front of them, completely ignoring the hoarse voice of the king of Osiris psionics: But even so, it was too late.

He raised his hand and tapped the spider web in front of him lightly.

In an instant, the entire sea of ​​souls was like a shattered mirror. Countless spaces and dimensions collapsed in an instant, turning into fragments capable of tearing souls apart. Detained in it, the prisoners who have been tortured to such an extent that they have lost all their sanity.

This is a river, a river of blood that belongs only to the sea of ​​souls.

The psionic species screamed and ran, but just like the fleeing crowd could never be faster than the pouring torrent, almost in the blink of an eye, the victims all caught up with their former compatriots, and countless In this way, the powerful soul was submerged alive in the irrational biting and scratching, leaving only the amused chuckle of the Spider Queen.

And at this last moment, the countless psionic species really saw that face clearly, and saw the existence that killed them, imprisoned them, and devoured them.

They see it.

On that face, there was no expression, no facial features, only countless twisted and screaming screams that were constantly changing and tumbling at an unimaginable speed. It was a face from various races, it was from The faces of each victim turned into thousands of distorted existences like broken mirrors, and were imprisoned beside him for him to constantly change his appearance and change his existence, hold their own authority.

Him.

Can't see clearly.

Cannot be defined.

Also unable to recognize.

(End of this chapter)