Emperor's Bane

Chapter 50 Death ([-])

[Preliminary reminder: From the beginning of this chapter to Chapter 51, there are mostly group portraits, side descriptions and supporting roles, mainly for patching up the plot, which can be skipped. 】

not enough!

not enough!
Far from enough!

Never enough!
damn...

It needs an opponent!
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[Overlord Carmen] was panting violently, and its ferocious eyes glanced at the soldiers and slaves in the legion. They stretched all the way, from one end of the gray skyline to the other end of the sandy skyline.

[Overlord Carmen] is commanding a large army, at least according to the standards of the Randan Empire, it is true. In the place where Carmen can see, there are more than 20 people who belong to the same level as [Overlord Warrior] Randan elite warriors, they are the true military aristocratic class of this barbaric race, and they are the absolute core of all Randan's art of war and military organization.

[Overlord] is the most powerful and arrogant warrior, most of them have never lost on the battlefield, the strange sword in their hands has drank the blood of countless powerful opponents, and Carmen is the king in [Overlord] , its power and record are enough to make these arrogant warriors instinctively learn humility.

Outside of the [Overlord], there are layers upon layers of Ran Dan soldiers. Of course, these ordinary fighters are not comparable to the elites, but they also have tall bodies, well-developed senses, and brutal strength. The harsh discipline that comes with surrender.

As an underpopulated race with ambitions in the stars, Ran Dan has a deformed social structure: In addition to core technology and military industry, the Ran Dan race throws a large number of low-level production lines to slaves and so-called allies, so as to make the His manpower was liberated, and every commoner in Ran Dan became a reserve force that he could look forward to. Combined with the extremely barbaric and martial ethos, Ran Dan successfully transformed his society into a society that is only for conquest and enslavement. The barracks of terror.

What's more, Randan's warships rarely carry weapons for bombing the ground, because for them, capturing slaves in war is as important as winning.

And after witnessing the huge size of the human empire, which is enough to make any opponent despair, the Ran Dan Empire went further and further on this path of deformity. In order to kill the creation of the emperor's ambition in one fell swoop, they did not hesitate. All the future of the race is on the line: almost all Randan civilians who are able to take up arms have become soldiers or reservists, and they are stuffed into large and small fleets, fighting crazily with brutal strength and fearless courage , Adding a negligible bargaining chip to Ran Dan's victory.

Carmen can even see some young faces among Ran Dan's soldiers. Although these immature soldiers are also terrifying war killers, it is very clear that before, Ran Dan's army would never accept this kind of new blood .

This is short-sighted folly.

[Overlord Carmen] sighed in his heart, his eyes finally skipped over these young people of the same kind, and put them on the endless slave army. Naturally, the slave army belonging to Carmen does not have those human beings and other vulnerable races who are just pretending to be numbers. Looking around, there were monsters full of brute force and wildness, Ran Dan even had to install special mind control collars around their necks to prevent accidents.

This is Carmen's corps: an absolute core, 24 elite [Overlords], more than 2 ordinary Ran Dan soldiers who act as backbones and minions, and hundreds of thousands of controlled and enslaved [Consumer Troops].

In the past, with such a corps in hand, Carmen was enough to launch a general attack on any country of any race, but now it is different, it knows exactly what it has to face.

Those [human beings] two or three meters tall, those powerful warriors who call themselves Astartes, Carmen has witnessed how they slaughtered Ran Dan's slave army, and even ordinary Ran Dan soldiers were killed by their guns. No different from a fragile child, only the [Overlord] can defeat these powerful opponents by relying on savage strength, rich experience, and superior great equipment.

Compared with these powerful fighters, the guys around them called [Mortal Auxiliary Army] are insignificant. Even an ordinary Ran Dan soldier can easily fight against three or five so-called mortal auxiliary troops. Skilled Ran Dan squads can even join forces to massacre mortal opponents ten times their size.

Under the so-called mortal auxiliary army, the human empire seems to have more fragile and smaller arms. Carmen's army just crushed a few lines of defense and killed thousands of such [warriors]. These guys have no interest, all it cares about are fighters worthy of a great duel.

Yes... opponents!
Thinking of this, [Overlord Carmen]'s slightly cooled fearless heart started beating wildly again, it continued to breathe heavily, and the nostalgia for duels and life and death burned in its chest, echoing the horror that permeated its whole body scar.

But it knows that it must be patient, and it must continue Ran Dan's tradition: first let the endless slaves rush up to consume, and then let the elite fighters decide the outcome.

It knew that this was the safest way, but another longing in its mind was also tormenting it: just now, it got information from the communications of various legions that a small corps as a vanguard was lost in an instant. Contact and whereabouts, thousands of Ran Dan warriors and 10,000+ slaves disappeared quietly.

There is a strong person, a powerful opponent, he may be a great warrior, or a psychic like his adoptive father, or even a powerful weapon that can be manipulated, but it doesn't care, it just wants to It wants to defeat the monster that can kill the legion, it just wants to enjoy a hearty fight after this boring and long voyage.

This emotion seemed extraordinarily strong... as if something was whispering in its ear.

Fight, it takes a real fight.

No... this feeling...

No, don't think about it, don't think about the battle for now, there is still a task to complete: go forward, find that hidden base, capture it, this is the most important thing now.

But... fighting...

……

damn it.

Carmen pressed his forehead, and then, it heard the voice of the assistant officer.

"grown ups……"

"Say!"

"My lord, the vanguard reports that there is a human warplane ahead of our marching route."

"Shoot it down, do you still need my instructions?"

[Overlord Carmen] I can hear my own voice becoming more violent and dissatisfied than before. Maybe it really needs to speed up, lead the army, and speed up. It remembers that the front is the only big river in the world, and it passes through it. You can reach your destination, and then destroy the guy guarding there, there should be an Astartes...

Hopefully they will be the opponents that don't let it down.

【Overlord Carmen】raised its head, at the front of the team, it saw a storm gathering.

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"The storm is gathering, Hector."

"We may need to change the route, but if that's the case, we shouldn't be able to reach the bridge before the specified time, and I'm afraid we'll have to wrestle with those dark angels again."

Think Tank Salieri walked at the forefront of the team, beside him was the silent Ajax, and behind him was the listless Hector. The ancient warrior Kairon guarded the tail of the line.

"... Hector?"

The report went unanswered, and Salieri turned his head, not surprisingly seeing a mixture of hesitation and thought on Hector's face.

"Hector!"

Think Tank raised his voice slightly, waking up the thinking team leader with a soft scream.

"What's the matter with you guy? Why have you been so preoccupied since just now?"

"Just worried about the war."

Hector answered vaguely, even Ajax frowned because of this answer, let alone Salieri who wrote the word disbelief on his face, but the ancient warrior Kairon didn't notice this , he just squinted his eyes, staring at an inconspicuous mound aside, memories and thoughts flashed in his pupils.

But under the trust and long-term friendship, Salieri finally said nothing, and the team just continued to trek in silence, heading for the bridge in the distance.

The Sabis River, which runs almost across the entire Sabis 4 star, is a huge turbulence. Even the narrowest river is almost hundreds of meters wide, and there are sharp reefs densely covered under the turbulent water. The possibility of trekking has been completely strangled.

Therefore, the few bridges across the river are very precious and even have strategic significance, and the squad of the Second Legion was sent to support one of them. Hector and others had to go on foot.

This journey was not long, and there was no exchange of fire with the enemy. Except for the ancient warrior Kairon occasionally squinting his eyes and staring at some mounds, nothing else happened, but this did not prevent Heck Te trudges through in a state of apprehension.

Just before departure, while waiting for the Stormbird that had dove them, Hector finally recovered his nerves and planned to chat with his comrades about the magical reality of the Primarch.

But the reality is...

"Primum? What Primarch?"

Everyone, whether it's Ajax, Salieri, the initiator of everything, or even the ancient warrior Kairon, are all looking at him with a kind of pure confusion and as if they don't know anything.

Hector tried to argue, but after asking a few words, he found that they really didn't know anything: the memories of discovering the traces of the Primarch and breaking into the Dark Angel's camp had inexplicably disappeared. I remember that the team was dispatched by a paper order.

Looking at the swearing faces of his combat brothers and his mentor, for a moment, even Hector himself fell into doubt: Is everything really his unconscious delusion?
If it wasn't for the silver-haired and blue-eyed face that was always clearly reflected in his mind, he might really be overwhelmed by this suspicion.

But after the doubt, a new and terrible thought took possession of his mind:
In the end what happened?
Why is he the only one who remembers it?

who?when?How did you do it?
He didn't even dare to think more.

Hector raised his head, he wanted to take a deep breath, and then use the battle and mission to temporarily forget these terrible inferences and memories.

Then, he saw a Stormbird.

A burning Stormbird.

It was obviously concentrated by something, the wing on one side was completely covered in billowing thick smoke, Hector watched it fall crookedly, drew a strange arc in the air, and then slowly disappeared into the air. ahead of their field of vision.

That's the direction of the bridge.

It is also their mission goal.

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Several dark angels, they are still staying in this rather dim secret room.

"Someone just spied on us, an ancient warrior from the Second Legion."

"Don't worry about him, why hasn't Group B reached here yet?"

"Their Stormbird was attacked by Ran Dan, and they are going to meet up with Team A guarding the bridge."

"Group A reports that a large-scale Ran Dan army is advancing towards the bridge, and their target is likely to be here."

"Do we need reinforcements?"

"The scale of Ran Dan's army?"

"About [-] [Overlords], about [-] ordinary Ran Dan soldiers, and hundreds of thousands of slave troops."

"I remember... if the two groups of ab and ab meet, there will be seven people in total, and there will be about [-] mortal guards on the bridge..."

The dark angel sitting in the middle nodded.

"enough."

"Our first task is to defend this place. Let's leave the matter of the bridge to Group A and Group B."

"Believe..."

"The power of the Dreadwing."

　I originally planned to write from multiple perspectives for a while, but today I flipped through the recent writings...

　　So I combined several perspectives into a bridge battle to have a good time, and by the way, a few were eliminated.

　　It seems that I really don't know how to write war scenes, it's uncomfortable...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)