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It seemed as if it saw a broad road to dominance of the galaxy slowly unfolding before its eyes, and the long-desired scene kept appearing in its mind:

Countless stars are like obedient chess pieces, changing their trajectories and moving around freely according to its will; humans on various planets, regardless of gender, age, status, all prostrate themselves humbly at its feet, calling out its honorable name in trembling voices, and offering it the most sincere loyalty and endless wealth.

All these fantasies made the Lord of Randan tremble with excitement. He couldn't wait to start planning to fill the gap after the Lord of Domination left and let Randan become the new master of the galaxy.

However, reality poured cold water on it.

Although the Lord of Domination has disappeared, the strong cohesion and profound foundation displayed by mankind are still far beyond imagination.

After the disappearance of the Lord of Rule, humans united to form a parliament. Although it seems that it does not have the absolute authority of the Lord of Rule, it has a rigorous and efficient decision-making mechanism.

When those aliens are no longer loyal and rebellion comes, the congressmen only need to sit at the quaint and solemn conference table with serious expressions.

By lightly picking up the special pen with your fingers and signing your name on each resolution document, you can instantly mobilize tremendous power from all over the galaxy.

In an instant, alarms rang out across the interstellar space, and countless Iron Men awoke from their dormant bases. Their electronic eyes flashed a cold red light, their joints emitted a mechanical roar, and they rushed to the battlefield at an unimaginable speed.

These iron men are equipped with humanity's most advanced weapons technology, including laser cannons, particle beam launchers, etc. Every time they fire, they can make an area of ​​airspace as bright as day, and the energy released is enough to blow an asteroid into pieces.

Faced with aliens who attempted to challenge human authority and seize dominance of the galaxy, this coalition of iron men and stone men showed no mercy.

Laser beams crisscrossed, elemental storms roared and raged. Before the aliens could even scream, they were reduced to ashes in the light and storm. Even the timeline they were in was ruthlessly erased, as if they had never appeared in the universe.

Today, Lord Randan still feels a lingering fear when he recalls that thrilling past.

It was glad that it had not been blinded by ambition and rebelled rashly.

At that time, every time it saw the counterattack power of humans, it deeply felt the gap between itself and humans, which was like a chasm.

It is well aware that the strength of mankind does not come solely from the personal prestige of the ruler, but also from its accumulated profound technology, complete system and indomitable spirit.

This kind of cognition forced Lord Randan to continue to learn from humans silently in the following years, even though he was unwilling, and wait for a new opportunity.

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Chapter 164 The Great Achievements of Lord Randan

Amidst the long undercurrents of interstellar history, the opportunity that Lord Randan had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived like the dawn piercing through the haze.

Who could have expected that the Iron Man, who has always been regarded as the most loyal and reliable extension of human military power, would actually launch a rebellion that shocked the galaxy.

The shocking extent of this incident was so great that even the knowledgeable Lord of Randan, who was an alien, was dumbfounded.

In its cognition, the Iron Man was carefully crafted by the Golden Man, and his connection with humans is as close as limbs and bodies. He is the iron guard who executes human orders and defends human territory. His rebellion is no different from human hands and feet suddenly turning against him. It is beyond imagination and contrary to common sense.

When the news of the Iron Man rebellion spread across the galaxy like wildfire, the Lord of Randan showed extraordinary calmness and tolerance.

At that time, human society fell into a chaotic period later called the "Dark Ages", and the situation was in a mess.

The smell of blood and despair permeates every corner. In order to fight the threat of aliens, humans have resorted to cruel and bloody technological means, trying to fight violence with violence and find a glimmer of hope in despair.

On the battlefield, humans work closely together with a small number of iron men who still remain loyal. For the sake of their beliefs and their previous vows, these loyal iron men fight side by side with humans in the hail of bullets, using their steel bodies to build a line of defense for humans; the stone men also do their best.

But this protracted war is an endless nightmare that ruthlessly devours human vitality and hope.

As time went on, resources gradually became depleted, internal conflicts became numerous, and the human alliance's defenses began to crumble.

The human race, which was once so glorious and dominated the galaxy, has now lost its glory. The flame of their civilization is swaying and about to go out in the storm, just like the Eldar, who were once powerful but declined due to extravagance, debauchery and internal divisions. They can only survive in the dark corners of the universe, tasting the bitterness and despair of falling from the peak to the bottom.

And those aliens suppressed by humans have always been lurking in the dark during this long process of chaos and decline, watching everything with their cold and calculating eyes.

And now, in the gloomy and magnificent hall, Lord Randan sat high on the gorgeous throne, sternly examining the neatly arrayed imperial guards below.

These Imperial Guards, the pinnacle of their meticulous craftsmanship, exude a chilling aura of majesty and opulence. Each soldier wears specially crafted adamantine armor, intricately etched with mysterious runes. Not only does it gleam with a strange metallic sheen, but it also emanates a faint aura of energy, whispering of an ancient and powerful force.

The weapons they hold are a combination of various cutting-edge technologies. The energy spears can release high-temperature plasma beams in an instant, easily penetrating the armor of interstellar battleships; the shield generators can open a defensive light curtain in critical moments to resist the enemy's fierce attacks and rebound some of the damage.

Looking back in the past, the human empire was at its peak, ruling over the vast galaxy, and its technology and military power left all other forces far behind.

However, as always, prosperity must decline. A rebellion by a powerful Iron Man unleashed a turbulent tide, plunging the vast empire into endless darkness. Bloody civil war and resource depletion ensued, and the once glorious human civilization gradually declined, leaving behind devastation.

The Lord of Randan seized the opportunity and plundered the ruins of the declining human empire. Its scientific research team dismantled the advanced weapons left by humans and studied the lost technical blueprints. After countless experiments and improvements, it created the current elite imperial guards.

At the same time, the Randan people underwent an astonishing transformation in the long process of learning and plundering the fallen humans.

The dormant instincts in their bodies are awakened, and a mysterious power powerful enough to control the mind quietly awakens.

With this power, the Randans are invincible in their battles with other aliens.

Those aliens who attempted to compete with them for galactic hegemony would instantly fall into the quagmire of consciousness once they encountered Ran Dan. Their souls seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and they became puppets and dolls at the mercy of others.

Driven by Ran Dan, these poor aliens were forced to charge forward, becoming pawns or cannon fodder for the next war, laying the foundation for Ran Dan's expansion.

Now, the Lord of Randan feels that the time is ripe, and his ambitious eyes are turned to more distant galaxies.

It wants to emulate the style of the Lord of Rule, establish its own hegemony, and make countless lives submit to it.

Look, Ran Dan’s 222 fleets have already set out in a mighty manner. These fleets are nothing more than the vanguard sharp blades, cutting through the dark void of the universe and advancing at full speed towards the solar system - the once glorious heartland of the human empire.

The warships in the fleet have various shapes. Some are shaped like huge discs, surrounded by energy shields, and equipped with a large number of weapon systems and landing troops; others are like long and narrow spears, which can achieve high-speed shuttle with super-high-speed engines and strike the enemy unexpectedly.

Once they reach the solar system, the Lord of Randan plans a brutal conquest of the humans there.

It fantasizes about turning humans into its slaves, just as humans enslaved them with powerful force ten thousand years ago.

It firmly believes that with its own strength and careful preparations in the early stage, Ran Dan will become the next eternal master who dominates the universe, let its name be spread in every corner of the galaxy, and open a new era of cosmic rule with Ran Dan as the leader.

At that time, everything in the universe will follow its will, and the movement of stars and the rise and fall of civilizations will all be under its control.

However, the Lord of Randan felt something strange at this time, and that strange phenomenon kept lingering in his mind - why did the number "two" become so special after they awakened the power of mind slavery, as if it had subtly penetrated into every aspect of the Randan race, making the entire race seem to be firmly bound to it and could no longer be separated.

Every time the army is prepared for war, the fleet is organized into 222 ships; the division of the legions always has a two-level structure; even the key nodes where they exercise mental enslavement seem to have some mysterious connection with "two".

The Lord of Randan was also deeply puzzled by this and tried to find the reason behind it, but he could not find a definite answer no matter how hard he racked his brains.

However, over time, it seemed to take this for granted.

Perhaps when the powerful and terrifying power of mind slavery was awakened, some mysterious rule-based power in the universe quietly intervened, imprinting the number "two" deep in the soul of the Randan race; or perhaps this number itself contains a special rhythm, which creates a wonderful fit with the fluctuations of the power of mind slavery, and then continues to strengthen in the process of racial development, and eventually becomes an indelible mark.

The Lord of Randan shook his head slightly and stopped dwelling on it. After all, at this moment his mind and eyes were filled with the journey of conquest that was about to begin. As long as this "two" brought strength and good luck, so what?

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Chapter 165 The Wolf God and the Angel

In the luxurious hall of the massive and majestic Vengeful Spirit.

Horus sat lazily on the main seat, a faint smile on his face, his eyes full of admiration and teasing. He said to Sanguinius, who was leisurely eating delicious grapes not far away:

"Oh, my angel brother, you truly possess an irresistible charm. Look at those ghouls who were once despised and shunned by everyone. Because of you, they have now transformed into the highly praised Blood Angels. This is truly a miracle."

Sanguinius raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Horus, and replied with a chuckle:

"Oh, my brother, if you praise me in this tone again, I will really fly back to my Queen to avoid being teased by you here."

As he spoke, he carried the fruit plate and slowly walked to the wall to lean against it. With his other hand, he picked up a crystal clear grape and put it into his mouth gracefully, his movements showing composure.

Horus leaned forward, his eyes growing more interested, and continued:

"That's truly miraculous, isn't it? With your own strength, you changed the fate of an entire legion, transforming those ghouls, once stained with blood and sin, into something completely different. Such an ability is extremely rare and difficult to achieve, even among our many brothers."

As he spoke, he secretly rejoiced that the Emperor had entrusted him with the task of teaching Sanguinius, and that a simple plate of fruit was all it took to make his blood brother willingly accompany him. This was truly a wonderful thing.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Sanguinius's face froze slightly, and his expression became somewhat embarrassed.

He gently put down the fruit plate in his hand, his eyes dodging for a moment, obviously not wanting to dwell too much on the topic of the legion.

After all, the Blood Angels' past contains too many topics that they don't want to be mentioned.

The white wings behind Sanguinius fluttered slightly, creating a gentle breeze. His eyes moved slightly, as if he was thinking for a moment, then he looked at Horus and said slowly:

"Don't you think the Emperor has been mentioning the position of Warmaster quite often lately? I'm thinking he might be preparing it especially for you."

Just this simple sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which instantly made Horus's Adam's apple roll. His original relaxed expression quietly faded away, and his thoughts were immediately pulled away from the topic of the Holy Blood Angels Legion.

Horus was silent for a moment, then frowned slightly and said, "Mother would never allow this position to appear. After all, the Warmaster that my father mentioned controls the military power of the entire empire. That power is simply too great."

Although he did not directly admit Sanguinius's speculation that the position of Warmaster was prepared by the Emperor for him, his implicit consent was not difficult to detect.

Sanguinius snorted softly, picked up another fiery red apple, and casually threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he continued:

"But if the Emperor is determined to make this Warmaster a successor, even Mother won't be able to change his mind. Then, she'll have no choice but to do everything she can to forcefully reduce the Warmaster's power in order to maintain the balance of power in her own hands, won't she?"

The angel's tone revealed a hint of dissatisfaction with the Emperor. In his mind, the Emperor was like a father who always avoided problems and paid little attention to his children.

Moreover, his mother, who was ruling in Terra, was not much better. For such a long time, she had not sent any condolences, not even a letter with a few words. This made him feel that his mother was too cruel.

Horus nodded slightly and agreed:

"Yes, just the mention of the word 'Warmaster' from the Emperor's mouth has caused a great uproar and sparked a great debate among us, his blood relatives."

"Take Fulgrim, for example. He immediately expressed his support for Ferrus, believing him to be worthy of the position. Our blood sister Huile also stood up without hesitation to express her support for Aurora. After all, they are both extremely outstanding."

Even the ever-ambitious Guilliman must be secretly eager to try, wondering if he can get a chance."

Horus sighed softly, a look of helplessness and hidden worry emerging on his face. He knew in his heart that among this group of brothers who all had their own magical powers and ambitions, even if the Emperor had carefully prepared the Warmaster's Crown, which symbolized supreme power, for him, there was no guarantee that it would be snatched away by other brothers one day.

After all, who wouldn't want to hold the power to command the entire imperial army, facing such a tempting supreme honor?

Who can resist the position of the strongest Primarch approved by his parents?

At this moment, the wings behind Sanguinius fluttered slightly, bringing with them wisps of air. He looked at Horus with a firm gaze and said in a sincere tone with unquestionable support:

"If the crown of Warmaster is chosen by our bloodline, I will definitely support you, my Wolf Shepherd. In my heart, no one is more suitable for this position than you. Your ability, prestige, and past achievements are more than enough to shoulder this heavy responsibility."

Horus heard this and smiled gratefully, and quickly responded:

"Thank you, my angel brother. But having said that, if the time really came, I would vote for you without hesitation, if for no other reason than that I feel you might be more suitable than I am. Your pure and noble character, as well as your outstanding military command, make me firmly believe that if you become Warmaster, you will surely lead the Empire to an even more glorious future."

Upon hearing this, Sanguinius immediately waved his hands in denial. He frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of resistance, and said hastily:

"Please don't do that! If you're the only one supporting me, leaving me standing alone in the spotlight, I'll be really angry. I'll definitely challenge you to a duel."

The angel knew in his heart that he did not want to be in the spotlight at the moment, and the responsibilities of the position of Warmaster were too heavy, and the interests involved were too complicated. He really did not want to get involved. He just wanted to guard his Holy Blood Angel Legion and live a stable life.

At this moment, he only hoped that Horus could understand his feelings and stop continuing this topic that was giving him a headache.

Horus looked at Sanguinius's obvious resistance, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that was somewhat helpless and doting.

Then he slowly rose from his seat and walked to Sanguinius with steady steps.

His eyes fell on the fruit plate in Sanguinius's hand. At this moment, there were only some long green melons left on the plate, and the appearance of the melons was really not very pleasing.

Horus didn't hesitate much. He reached out and picked up the green melon from the fruit bowl, threw it casually into the air, then tilted his head back, caught it accurately with his mouth, and took a bite.

"Hmm..." Horus frowned instantly, his face full of disgust, and he muttered, "It tastes bitter."

Seeing him like this, the angel also smiled.

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Chapter 166 The Conflict between the Lion King and the Legion

The warriors of the First Legion breathed the familiar yet strange air of Caliban, their Primarch's homeworld.

Long ago, they came here at the behest of the Emperor of Mankind.

At that time, everyone heard that two or three Primarchs were about to come on the Emperor's orders to congratulate the Primarch who belonged to their legion alone, and their hearts were filled with anticipation.

But who could have expected that upon first meeting, contradictions and conflicts would be ignited instantly like a flame.

Lion the Lion, as the Primarch of the First Legion, tried to take direct control of the overall situation the moment he appeared, issuing one order after another to the Emperor's First Legion. His tone and demeanor showed no reverence for the Legion's past glory and traditions, as if he wanted to start all over again.

How could the Astartes, who had long been accustomed to the old order, tolerate this?

The discontent quickly erupted in the legion like a surging tide.

Astelan is a representative of them.

On weekdays, he often heard Brightman praising the Primarch of the Second Legion endlessly, saying how approachable and receptive he was, and how he would patiently answer any questions his descendants had.

He even solemnly wrote down the names of his descendants at the beginning of his book "The Art of War" to express his gratitude for the tactical plans and careful guidance they provided. This action won unanimous praise from the entire empire and made the Dawn Messengers feel deeply honored.

But on the other hand, his own Primarch wanted to impose the name of "Dark Angels" on the First Legion as soon as he arrived, completely disregarding the wishes of everyone.

He is arrogant and arbitrary, refuses to listen to any advice and sticks to his own opinions.

It was no surprise that conflict broke out when the situation began to collapse.

After just two sentences, the two parties with different opinions started fighting each other, and a melee began.

Under the watchful eye of the Primarch's adoptive father.

In this fierce duel between the Astartes and the Primarch, Astelan actually managed to hold out for half an hour in the Primarch's hands.

"Why do we have to go in person to welcome this brother who just returned from Caliban? Besides, it's not time yet." Aurora frowned slightly, her heart full of doubts.

Although she had no objection to welcoming the newly returned brothers, wasn't this a bit too much of a fuss?