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These auxiliary ships seemed to be frozen in time, their engines roaring wildly, but unable to move an inch.

Vera was muttering to herself, with a strange light flashing in her eyes. She stretched out her hands and aimed at the auxiliary ship trapped by the barrier.

Immediately afterwards, the energy core inside the ship began to vibrate violently and uncontrollably, making a terrifying buzzing sound.

"Boom! Boom!"

Several loud noises were heard one after another, and the energy cores of the auxiliary ships controlled by Vera overloaded and exploded one after another.

Flames shot up into the sky, and hot air waves rushed wildly in all directions, mercilessly throwing the surrounding warship fragments and the remains of Ran Dan's crew into the depths of the universe.

At the same time, Hui Le, who had turned into a thunderbird, spread his wings and flew high again. He circled over the fleet, and every flap of his wings was accompanied by countless psychic lightning bolts.

These lightning bolts accurately hit the auxiliary ships one by one. Wherever they went, the hull was instantly pierced, causing a series of explosions.

And those auxiliary ships that were lucky enough not to be hit directly by lightning had their internal systems completely paralyzed by this powerful electromagnetic interference, and became scrap metal floating in the universe.

The deputy commander of the Randan fleet was sweating profusely at this moment. He was shouting at the top of his lungs to command the crew to fight back.

However, faced with the Eleventh Primarch's overwhelming psychic advantage, all resistance seemed futile.

The secondary ship's main gun fired at full power, sending beams of energy towards Hui Le and the others.

But Hui Le easily avoided the attack with a flexible turn in the air, and then an even more powerful psychic lightning struck directly at the main gun of the secondary ship.

With a loud "crack", the main gun was instantly split in half, emitting billowing black smoke.

Lario and Vera looked at each other, and they understood each other's thoughts and joined forces to launch an attack again.

Lareo manipulated his psychic energy to form a powerful gravitational vortex around the secondary ship, trapping it tightly inside.

Vera concentrated all her psychic energy, condensed a huge psychic fireball, and threw it with all her strength towards the secondary ship.

The psychic fireball, with the momentum to destroy everything, instantly hit the secondary ship.

In an instant, the secondary ship was completely engulfed in flames, and the violent explosion tore it into countless pieces.

In just a few minutes, there was no trace of the once intact Randan fleet except for the wreckage floating in space.

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Chapter 201 Four Primitives

"Let's go! We should leave now."

Hui Le transformed into an endless thunderbird, with lightning flashing all around him. Urging words were heard along with the crackling sound of electricity, and there was a hint of urgency in his voice.

"No, wait." Lareo hurriedly stopped them, her eyes fixed on the wreckage of the Randan alien fleet, her brows knitted into a deep "chuan" shape.

"These Randan alien fleets are vastly different from the current technology of the Human Empire. But strangely, they share similarities with the White King's retainers and the technology left behind by the Golden Legacy."

As she spoke, she approached a ship that had been destroyed by psychic energy and was badly damaged. She reached out and gently stroked the twisted and deformed metal shell, her eyes full of confusion and inquiry.

"Hey, I think you shouldn't bother researching this." Lyra said boredly, throwing an alien head at Lareo's feet. Half of the head had been burned to charcoal, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

"Eat this Randan alien and you'll gain its memories. That's much easier than just figuring it out here."

Lario looked at the head with disgust and took a step back. "But this is too disgusting! How can I eat this?"

Lyra curled her lips in disapproval. "Think about it, back in ancient Terra, people there ate locusts, grasshoppers, spiders, and even monkey brains. Compared to that, a bite of this alien head is nothing."

"Then why don't you eat it? We can all get this memory anyway." Lario retorted angrily and anxiously.

"We are not so eager to understand this alien." Hui Le said, waving his wings made of lightning, urging,

"If you don't want to know, let's go quickly. We feel uneasy staying here for too long."

Lario hesitated for a long time, torn between his conscience and his desires.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, slowly squatted down, held up the alien head with trembling hands, took a deep breath, and bit the disgusting head with her teeth.

In an instant, their consciousness was connected with the alien's memory.

In that memory, countless Randan believers gathered in a dark secret church, chanting wildly: "For Lihentian! Praise the Supreme Being, the Lord of Rule."

The sounds rose and fell, echoing in the dim space.

And Lihentian seemed to really respond. A faint white light descended, bestowing them with a tiny blessing.

At this moment, the white light in the memory sensed the primarchs' surveillance.

The three Primarchs were suddenly pulled out of the memory connection, gasping for breath, their faces as pale as paper.

In that memory, they truly felt the terrifying pressure from that powerful existence, as well as an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"How is this possible? I can't believe that the mastermind behind Ran Dan is actually the regent of the empire."

Huile's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, her voice trembling slightly with shock. She could clearly feel the power in that memory, which undoubtedly came from the Regent.

"Could we be mistaken? It can't be my mother." Hui Le still held onto hope and murmured softly, but the facts before her made it impossible for her to deceive herself.

"Let's get out of here first." Lario held the alien's head tightly, his expression solemn, his tone as serious as if he was reading a decree of life and death.

"I will notify Aurora now and call back all the relatives to discuss the follow-up matters together. Before that, do not reveal any information. If the news leaks out, the consequences will be disastrous."

After hearing this, the other two Primarchs nodded solemnly, fully aware of the seriousness of the matter.

In the interior of the Sun's Glory, lights softly shine in every corner.

The Primarchs who had fought fiercely in Randan were urgently summoned here by the Warmaster.

"Aurora, what's going on? You called us here in such a hurry. We finally have some free time from the war. We should drink some mead and relax."

Leman Russ sat at the table, playing with a wine glass in his hand, his words full of dissatisfaction, and there was a bit of resentment in his eyes when he looked at Aurora.

Zhuang Sen, who was sitting at the desk next to him, also had a slightly frown on his face, with a hint of impatience on his face.

"Don't be anxious. Hui Le asked me to give you this order. She discovered something very important." Aurora sat in the middle of the table with a serious expression and an unquestionable tone.

She glanced at everyone, trying to make them realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Okay!" Leman Russ sighed helplessly and put down the wine glass in his hand.

After all, Huile has always been in charge of war logistics. She holds a very important position in everyone's heart. Since it is her opinion, everyone can only obey it.

At this moment, the door of the inner hall was opened with a bang, and Lario rushed in eagerly.

The armor on her body rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and it was obvious that she had come here in a hurry.

In Lario's hand, he was still tightly holding the head of a Randan alien, which added a bit of weird atmosphere to the originally quiet inner hall.

Lario walked quickly to the table and with a "bang", he placed the alien head that exuded a strange aura heavily on the table, and the head collided with the table top.

"Try it. Use the Primarch's ability to extract the memory of this alien. There is a big secret in it." Lario's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his eyes swept over everyone eagerly.

"So the big deal is that we have to eat the head of the Randan alien?" Leman Russ raised his lips with a hint of a smile, his eyes full of mockery. The other two Primarchs also looked suspicious and exchanged meaningful glances.

"No, mainly because there's no evidence, and I don't dare to jump to conclusions like that. That's why I called all of you here to check the memories of this Ran Dan alien together."

Lareo's expression became increasingly serious, his tone sincere and unquestionable.

"Alright, I'll try it." Leman Russ shrugged, looking nonchalant. But the moment he bit the Randan alien's head, his expression froze. His smiling eyes suddenly widened, his face filled with shock, and he blurted out, "This is impossible! The Regent of the Empire..."

The words stopped abruptly when they came to his lips. The unfinished second half of the sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Seeing this, Zhuang Sen's expression froze. Without saying a word, he snatched the alien's head and bit it hard.

After retrieving his memory, his face turned pale instantly and his lips trembled slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Then he handed the head to Aurora, who took it and also tried to retrieve her memory. After a moment, horror and disbelief appeared on her face.

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Chapter 202 Is there a traitor in the empire?

For a moment, all the Primarchs present were stunned with shock. Then, their faces became as gloomy as water, as if a storm was about to come.

The hall was filled with a suffocating silence, and everyone was speechless due to the shocking secret.

Afterwards, Aurora seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She sat in the chair, muttering, "This is impossible. This is fake. The cunning Randan alien must have done this on purpose to sow discord between the empire and the world."

The Warmaster's eyes were empty, and his mother's face kept appearing in his mind. He could hardly believe that the person who gave birth to him would be the empire's biggest enemy today.

"I called you here to discuss with you what to do about this matter." Lario frowned and glanced at everyone in turn with a serious expression.

"It must be the work of some filthy alien." Zhuang Sen stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and retorted passionately.

"In the forty-five years, nine months, and fifteen days we've been fighting those aliens, this situation has never happened before. This is definitely Ran Dan's strategy to sow discord."

The lion's face was filled with anger and unwillingness, and his tone was firm, as if this could completely deny the terrible truth.

Leman Russ was silent for a moment, his expression more serious than ever before. He slowly spoke, "Let's write to the All-Father! This is no longer something we can control."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be spoken after careful consideration.

A trace of worry flashed in Aurora's eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "What if it is true?" This question was like a heavy stone, pressing on everyone's heart.

Lareo sighed softly, looked at Aurora with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Then mother will be imprisoned to death, forever."

The words were spoken slowly and heavily, as if filled with endless sorrow.

Then, she turned her gaze to Leman Russ and nodded solemnly. "I agree with your suggestion. We should write a letter to the Emperor together. This is indeed no longer something we can control."

The room fell into a dead silence. Everyone knew that once this letter was sent, it might unleash a storm that could shake the foundation of the entire empire.

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On Ran Dan’s most magnificent flagship, the metal cabin was cold and majestic, with deep blue light flowing around, illuminating the entire space like a mysterious deep sea.

The Randan Imperial Guard, clad in heavy armor covered in mysterious runes, knelt on one knee, his posture erect, his head slightly lowered, as he reported to the Lord of Randan, who sat on the huge throne:

"My Lord, Lihentian has been blessing the warriors more frequently in recent days. In the past, only you and our close guards were eligible for such an honor."

Its voice was low and respectful, echoing in the empty cabin.

The Lord of Randan leaned lazily on the throne, his tentacle-like limbs swaying casually, and uttered a low, guttural response:

"After all, our enemy is the once glorious overlord of humanity. During this critical period, it is only natural for Lihentian, as Ran Dan's faith, to provide more assistance to his people."

"Look at us now. Their army has been holding us back in the northwest of the Milky Way for nearly 46 years. During this long period, countless Randan men have been killed and wounded. It is understandable that Lihentian is helping us at this time."

Its voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of the vicissitudes and coldness of time.

After saying that, Lord Randan slowly stood up, his huge body almost occupying half of the cabin.

It slowly walked to the huge viewing window and gazed at the vast starry sky through the reinforced glass.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past, recalling Terra during the glorious period of mankind. That magnificent scenery, even though it has now become a scattered spark among the remaining ashes, this little spark was able to block Ran Dan in the northwest direction of the Milky Way for nearly forty-six years.

This unwillingness and humiliation, instead, further ignited the desire for conquest deep within its heart. The flame burned fiercely, almost devouring its sanity.

"But in this way, won't your image among all the people of Randan become even more diluted in the end?" The Randan imperial guards were still kneeling on the ground, bravely expressing their doubts.

It raised its head slightly and looked cautiously at the Lord of Randan, waiting for its response.

The Lord of Randan slowly turned around, withdrew his cold gaze from the starry sky, and fell on the Randan imperial guards kneeling in front of him.

Because of its experiences in the Golden Age, it has an almost morbid fascination with the feeling of having everyone at its feet.

At this moment, looking at the humble figure before him, a strange arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Hmph, that Lihentian, who has no entity and was born only from the impressions and fantasies of Ran Dan's people, does not have this qualification. He is just Ran Dan's tool."

"Back off," Lord Randan ordered.

"Yes."

In the winding and deep passage of the Randan main ship that looked like the internal organs of a giant beast, a strange blue light flickered on the cold metal walls, stretching the departing figures of the Randan Imperial Guards in varying lengths.

When the footsteps of the imperial guards gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, the cabin returned to silence. Only the heavy and regular breathing of the Lord of Randan echoed in this empty space, like the low roar of an ancient giant beast.

"Have the other alien souls been extracted?" The low and hoarse voice of Lord Ran Dan suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

Its sound seemed to carry the darkness and mystery from the depths of the universe. Every syllable seemed to come from an endless abyss, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

The Randan Imperial Guards, who had already retreated to the corner of the cabin and were on standby, immediately knelt on one knee upon hearing the order, and their armor made a dull sound as it collided with the ground.

It stood straight, its head slightly lowered, and responded respectfully, "My Lord, we have done our utmost to extract all the alien souls from the northwest of the galaxy. However, the weapon you require requires an extremely vast soul base. Simply the alien souls from all the planets in the northwest are far from enough to nurture it successfully."

The Imperial Guard's voice was steady and resolute, yet it carried a hint of uneasiness that was difficult to conceal. It was fully aware of the importance of this mission and the possible consequences of its failure.

The Lord of Ran Dan nodded slightly, and his tentacle-like limbs swayed casually in the air, making a slight "rustling" sound, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long pause, it slowly spoke, "Well, forget it. This time, we only need to destroy the four opposing legions. There's no need to confront the current Lord of Humanity. Lihentian has also informed me that it's currently engaged in a fierce battle with the gods and has no time to spare for this place."

Its words revealed a calmness and confidence, as if everything was under its control.

"Then my lord, what should we do now..." Ran Dan's imperial guards bravely and cautiously asked.

It raised its head slightly, and through the gap in its helmet, it secretly looked at the expression of Lord Randan, trying to catch a hint of information from that elusive expression.