The feeling of powerlessness she once felt when facing towering mountain-like problems was gone. Now, she was confident that she could move mountains with her bare hands. The powerful enemies that she had to fight with all her might on the battlefield in the past were like ants in front of this new force.
Huile tried to clench her fists, and with a "crack", the air seemed to burst by her, and a strong airflow whistled in all directions.
She stood up, and the thunder gathered into lightning under her feet, crackling and illuminating her resolute face.
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In that strange and unpredictable Warp, the ceremony that the Lord of Domination had carefully prepared and was almost completed was brutally interrupted by Nurgle with the surging green plague.
For a moment, the atmosphere of decay and chaos filled the space, and the situation that had been developing in an orderly manner in the established direction was instantly disrupted.
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Chapter 161: Ghoul Army
Deep in the endless divine realm, the Lord of Domination harbors a secret and burning desire.
What he truly desires is not the mundane things of this world, but a lesser god as his exclusive puppet.
Only such an extraordinary being, possessing endless divine power yet being able to submit to Him, is qualified to be placed before His majestic and cold throne shining with divine brilliance, for Him to admire and appreciate, and to demonstrate His supreme ruling authority.
For countless hours, the Lord of Domination planned and schemed to achieve this goal, expending much energy and effort, and using his own power to force the Primarch to become a lesser god.
Finally, a lesser god is about to become a puppet under a carefully planned ceremony.
But the gears of fate suddenly turned at this moment. Just as the ceremony was about to be completed, a corrupt and decadent force suddenly attacked and ruthlessly interrupted everything.
And in a distant corner of the world, due to Hui Le's sudden awakening, the 11th Legion seemed to be a lake with a stone thrown into it, causing ripples to appear and began to transform imperceptibly.
The past training modes, combat styles and even As's spirit are like the revived plants in spring, quietly sprouting new buds and nurturing unknown forces. All of this may become the key variables to rewrite the chess game of heaven and earth one day in the future.
"Ford," the adjutant said, his expression filled with curiosity and excitement. He strode hurriedly to Ford's side and asked with a burning gaze, "Have you noticed anything unusual recently?"
For raised his head slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his eyebrows raised slightly: "What?"
"Our legion has changed!" The adjutant raised his voice excitedly, clenching his fists as he spoke. The armor on his body made a slight noise as he moved.
"During this period of time, I've noticeably grown stronger. Even someone like me, who fights on the battlefield every day and knows my own strength inside out, can sense the sudden surge in strength. Furthermore, every time I draw upon my psychic energy, it feels so smooth and effortless, as if it's become an extension of my arm. It's so much easier than before!"
The adjutant paused, the light in his eyes growing increasingly intense, his words filled with a desire for the truth: "I really can't help it. I must find out the root cause of this earth-shaking change."
Forle stared quietly into the distance, a touch of tenderness and reverence gradually emerging in his eyes. After a moment, he slowly spoke in a low but firm voice:
"All these changes originate from our mother..." Fore's gaze seemed to pass through layers of space and landed on a warm and sacred place.
"She is like an ancient and eternal star, silently radiating light and nourishing us. When darkness descends and danger lurks on every side, it is she who, with her boundless energy, awakens the power dormant deep within the Legion, enabling our transformation. She is also a mentor of extraordinary wisdom, quietly adjusting the rhythm between us and psychic power, making it no longer unruly but meekly obey our commands."
The legion commander's adjutant was silent.
Although this was not wrong, he wanted to know what ability his mother used?
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When the golden-glowing figures of the Imperial Guards stepped into the territory of the Ghoul Legion, the entire legion camp was still filled with the smoke and bloody smell of post-war war.
The brutal war that just ended cost the Ghoul Corps a heavy price. The auxiliary troops - those who once fought alongside them - have been devoured by the hungry Ghouls. Now only broken pieces of debris remain on the battlefield, telling of the brutal fight that once took place.
The twisted and grotesque corpse of the alien was still tightly grasped by the ghouls. They either dug into the flesh of the corpse with their claws or held the remaining limbs in their mouths, with black and red blood stains between their teeth. The moment they saw the arrival of the imperial guards, their movements stopped abruptly, and hundreds of pairs of eyes with dim light stared at the uninvited guest.
Idamas, an important officer of the Ghoul Corps, immediately stepped forward upon seeing this and tried to strike up a conversation with the imperial guard who exuded an air of arrogance.
He was well aware of the extraordinary status of the Imperial Guards in the Empire. They were the most loyal and elite guards around the Emperor, and their every move represented the Emperor's majesty.
Idamas had a smile on his face and was about to speak when the guard raised his hand mercilessly and interrupted him.
The icy voice of the Custodian echoed in the air: "You are far from your Primarch. Your Primarch, Sanguinius, was an angel who always shone with divine light in the hellish world of Baal!"
"His every move, every word, every action, is as if the Emperor himself were present. He is the most Emperor-like of all the Primarchs. You ghouls, covered in blood and stench, are in stark contrast to the angelic Primarch. Go to Baal, to meet your Primarch, and let him decide whether you live or die."
The disdain and disgust beneath the golden helmet were not concealed in his words. After all, even the imperial guards could sense his furrowed brow, downturned mouth corners, and the deliberately distanced stance.
The Golden Guard thought to himself that every time he thought of Sanguinius, whom he had met with the Four Emperors on Baal, and who was as noble and holy as an angel, while his descendants were so barbaric and bloody, like evil spirits crawling out of the dark abyss, he would find it extremely absurd and unbelievable.
Although Idamas was angry in his heart, he did not dare to show it at all. His face was still respectful and humble. He bent down slightly, raised his hand to signal, and personally led the golden guard beside the emperor to his carriage.
The zombies along the way cast awe-inspiring glances at him. They understood what the imperial guards said and instantly dropped the alien corpses in their hands. These violent warriors who usually only knew how to kill and eat now felt a different kind of emotion in their hearts.
They knew that all members of the Legion were about to embark on a new journey, not to fight on the battlefield, but to meet the legendary Primarch - Sanguinius, the one praised by the Emperor's Golden Guard as the one who was most like the Emperor.
However, are they worthy of such a wonderful Primarch?
None of the other regular legions of the empire were willing to cooperate with this group of "monsters". They despised the brutal fighting methods and bloody habits of the Ghoul Legion, and were even more disgusted by the indelible stench of corruption on them.
When the people of the empire talked about the ghoul army, their faces were filled with fear and disgust.
The High Lords jointly wrote to the Regent many times, with earnest words and a firm attitude, demanding that the Ghoul Legion be completely wiped out. In their eyes, this legion was a stain on the Empire and a blasphemy against the glory of the Emperor.
Horus, now a powerful figure, always placed the Ghoul Legions alone in the most dangerous and cruel battlefields during previous battles, intending to eliminate them at the hands of the enemy.
Even many of the other returning Primarchs openly expressed their disgust for the Ghoul Legion, regarding them as the scum of the Primarch sequence.
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Chapter 162 Living up to the blood of Sanguinius
When the ghouls' fleet emerged from the warp like a ghost, slowly approached Baal, and finally landed on this land full of desolation and death, every ghoul felt a different kind of pressure.
This is the home planet of their Primarch father. It carries glory and heritage among all the legion members, but to these warriors who have struggled in the darkness and blood, it is unfamiliar and full of awe.
The sky of Baal was shrouded in thick haze, and the howling wind swept across the cracked earth, stirring up clouds of sand and dust, as if telling of the sufferings of the past.
All the ghouls stood quietly in this purgatory-like land, surrounded by ruins and dried-up blood-red lakes, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of decay and blood.
At this moment, they were waiting, waiting for the angel who was like a holy light - their Primarch Sanguinius, to make a judgment on these ghouls whose bodies were covered in filth and whose hands were stained with blood.
Idamas, wearing his worn armor, which bore many scars of battle, stood at the front of the team with his head held high.
As an officer of the legion, he would most likely be the first son to be chopped off when his father swung his butcher knife.
His heartbeat quickened slightly, and despite trying to remain calm, his hands unconsciously tightened around the weapon at his waist. It was an instinctive defense, but also a fear of an unknown fate.
Behind him, the dense crowd of ghoul warriors were also silent. They were usually violent and bloodthirsty, but now in this holy atmosphere, they rarely restrained their hostility. Only those pairs of eyes flashing with dim light revealed their inner tension and desire. They were also waiting for the angel's judgment, with their lives hanging by a thread.
In the distance, a dazzling golden light pierced the dark sky, and Sanguinius descended.
He stood tall and straight, with white wings slowly spreading out behind him. Every feather seemed to be flowing with divine light. Under the halo, his face was handsome, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through all the evils in the world.
Sanguinius slowly floated down, and wherever he went, the dust settled and the light dispelled the haze.
The moment the zombies saw him, many of them subconsciously felt their Adam's apples rolling, a kind of throbbing that came from the depths of their souls.
They had long been dominated by blood and killing, and under this divine pressure, the blood-thirsty instinct in their bodies began to stir again, wanting to break through the shackles of reason.
The hands of some ghouls began to tremble. They tried their best to suppress this primitive impulse, fearing that they would lose their composure in front of the Primarch and bring about a catastrophic disaster.
Sanguinius glanced at the infamous legion before him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including pain, disappointment, and a hint of expectation.
He knew very well that although these zombies were barbaric, they were his bloodline and his descendants. Now, standing on this mother planet, he had to make a decision for the future of this legion, either purification or redemption.
Sanguinius walked forward with steady steps. The gorgeous armor on his body, each plate seemed to whisper of past glory, and gleamed faintly under the dim sky of Baal, like the brightest star in the night sky.
He approached step by step, and finally stood in front of Idamas, his posture straight as a pine tree, the wings behind him slightly folded, and a holy breath filled his face, making the air around him seem clear.
"Tell me your name, warrior." Sanguinius' voice was soft but penetrating, like the sound of Sanskrit from heaven, ringing in Idamas' ears.
The primarch of the angel looked calmly at the slightly nervous ghoul in front of him, without any contempt in his eyes, only exploration and expectation.
"My name is Idamas, sir." Idamas suppressed the waves in his heart and tried to make his voice sound steady.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Sanguinius. The moment their eyes met, he felt mixed emotions.
In the end, he swallowed back the words "Father Primarch". In his opinion, as members of the Ghoul Legion, they were full of sin and blood, and were not worthy of calling the noble angel in front of them so affectionately.
Ghouls had long been despised in the empire, which made Idamas feel inferior from the bottom of his heart and he dared not hope for that kind of intimacy.
After hearing this, Sanguinius nodded slightly, his lips curled up in a faint smile: "You are the first warrior to tell me your name since I returned to the Empire."
This simple sentence, like the warm sunshine of spring, instantly dispelled the haze in Idamas' heart.
At that moment, ecstasy spread rapidly in Idamas' heart like a surging tide.
His heartbeat quickened, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. However, this intense emotional turmoil became a trigger, instantly igniting his thirst for blood. Idamas felt a surge of heat rising from the depths of his heart, his bloodlust trying to break free from the cage of reason like a wild horse.
He bit his lip tightly, fighting against his instinct.
He did not want to, nor did he dare to expose his most unbearable and brutal side in front of the Primarch. At this moment, he tried his best to hold on to the last bit of dignity under this sacred pressure.
"You want to drink my blood, don't you? You all do?"
Sanguinius asked softly, his voice full of compassion. His deep and gentle gaze slowly swept over Idamas, and then cast on the group of ghouls behind him who were suppressing their desires.
Although they tried hard to restrain themselves, the desire and struggle in their eyes were still clearly visible.
"Yes." Idamas uttered the word with difficulty, his eyes involuntarily falling on the primarch's jade-white neck and holy, shining wings. The thirst for blood in his body became more and more violent, as if it was going to completely devour his sanity.
But he still held on, trying his best to maintain a respectful attitude, lowering his head slightly, not daring to look the original body in the eye.
Seeing this, Sanguinius' expression remained unchanged. He silently untied the armor on his arm, picked up a dagger, and slashed at his arm resolutely.
In an instant, the Primarch's blood, which contained endless power and divinity, gushed out, and he calmly caught it in an exquisite cup.
The bright red blood rippled slightly in the cup, emitting a strange luster.
Sanguinius gently handed the cup to Idamas in front of him, his eyes full of expectation and trust.
Then, he repeated this action again and again, filling cup after cup with blood and handing it one by one to his eagerly awaited descendants behind him.
After all his descendants had received the blood, Sanguinius slowly knelt on one knee, his posture still upright, yet revealing a sense of humility. His voice echoed on the wind, clearly reaching the ears of every ghoul:
"You have sacrificed so much for the Empire, regardless of life or death, regardless of past deeds, good or bad. These sacrifices deserve to be remembered. I am sincerely grateful for your dedication. From today on, you will completely bid farewell to the name of ghoul, which is full of humiliation and sin. You will become true angels and join me in protecting the Empire and restoring its glory."
Idamas lifted the cup with trembling hands, tears glistening in his eyes, and he tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.
Miraculously, as the Primarch's blood entered their throats, the thirst for blood that had tormented them for so long gradually dissipated and ceased to exist under the embrace of the deep warmth between father and son.
The ghouls followed suit, and after drinking it all, the hostility in them began to fade away, and the light of hope and new life flashed in their eyes, as if they were reborn and welcomed a new destiny.
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Chapter 163: The Lord of Ran Dan recalls the golden years.
In that magnificent hall that shone with strange and dim light, Lord Randan, the alien overlord with a strange figure and a mysterious aura, quietly fell into a whirlpool of memories.
Images of the past flooded into his mind like a tide, bringing his thoughts back to the golden age of mankind that was praised by later generations. It was a prosperous age created by the Lord of Rule with supreme power.
At that time, it was just a low-ranking official with little influence in its own tribe, but it was fortunate enough to join the vast gift-giving team and move towards the core of human power.
Along the way, it witnessed countless scenes that amazed it. What a glorious and splendid country it was!
Cities are scattered across the vast territory, each one shining with the brilliance of technology and civilization.
The strength of the army is beyond imagination. Countless iron men patrol the interstellar fortress with sonorous and powerful steps. They are huge and indestructible, exuding the cold and hard luster of metal. They have built-in advanced weapon systems, and can release devastating energy with just a click of a command; and the stone men, although seemingly bulky, contain ancient and mysterious power, controlling the power of elements and guarding key strongholds.
These guards, made of steel and flesh and blood, are all loyal to humanity. Under human command, they roam the galaxy and can easily wipe out a planet or even a galaxy from the star map with just conventional warfare. That kind of devastating power shocked the Lord of Randan so much when he first witnessed it that he could not calm down for a long time.
After arriving at Terra, the pearl of human civilization and the heart of the empire, the gift-giving team did not meet the Lord of Rule as they had hoped.
According to strict regulations, they were not allowed to set foot in the palace. Being able to set foot on the land of Terra was already a great blessing.
So they could only wait quietly outside the majestic, towering and intricately carved gate of the palace.
No one dared to complain, and no one dared to cross this red line, because they knew very well that once they became angry and offended the will of heaven, the disaster that would bring about the annihilation of the entire race would be a catastrophe.
Time passed slowly in anxiety and awe, and after a long time, the emperor's attendants finally appeared.
The attendant was dressed in gorgeous brocade robes and a tall crown, with arrogance and disdain on his face. He declared in a cold and formulaic tone:
"The Supreme Ruler was greatly pleased by your loyalty and has bestowed upon your tribe the name Randan."
From that moment on, the name became their logo and has continued to this day.
After that, he spent countless years to seize the throne of the Randan tribe and became the one who gave orders to the tribe.
As time passed, the Lord of Randan gently stroked his extremely gorgeous throne inlaid with various exotic gems and metals, and his eyes swept over the Randan Imperial Guards who were serving respectfully in front of him.
The organization, training methods, and even weaponry of these imperial guards were all borrowed from humans; and the systems that permeated every aspect of the ethnic group, from administrative management to social stratification, from economic operations to military command, were all imitated from humans; this was especially true in the field of science and technology, where interstellar navigation, energy manipulation, and weapons research and development were all going further and further on the path of learning from humans.
At first, learning from humans allowed the Randan people to grow rapidly and gain the capital to compete with the surrounding forces.
However, as his understanding of humans deepened, a deep fear and inferiority complex quietly grew in the heart of Lord Randan.
It felt its own insignificance more and more clearly. Whenever it faced humans, the servants of the master, the awe in its heart was like a surging tide, forcing them to bow down involuntarily.
Because they know very well that compared with humans, their own group is just a latecomer groping forward in the dark. The heights reached and the foundation possessed by humans are something they may never be able to achieve in their entire lives.
Until one day, a shocking piece of news swept across the galaxy like a storm - the Lord of Domination disappeared.
At that moment, the Lord of Randan's dead heart to dominate the galaxy seemed to be struck by lightning, and the fire of hope was instantly ignited.
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