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"From now on, gather all the fleets immediately! Prepare to take down the four opposing legions in one fell swoop. I will also go out personally." Lord Randan stood up suddenly, his huge body almost hitting the top of the cabin.

Its voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty, echoing in the cabin, shaking the surrounding metal walls slightly.

"Yes!" Ran Dan's imperial guards responded loudly, their voices full of awe and obedience.

It slowly stood up, took a few steps back, then turned around and quickly left the cabin with neat and powerful steps.

As it departed, it had a determination to face death, as if it was ready to go through fire and water for the Lord of Randan.

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Chapter 203: The tragedy that happens all the time in the northwest of the Galaxy

In the trenches filled with smoke and the stench of decay, the dim light barely penetrated the layers of haze, illuminating the devastated scene.

Duke, a mortal auxiliary soldier, crouched down and carefully took out a small package tightly wrapped in oil paper from his worn backpack.

His hands were covered in dirt and dried blood, but his movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Those damn logistics," Duke muttered as he gently peeled off the oil paper, revealing the black meat inside.

"If it weren't for the letter my mom wrote, I wouldn't have known they had taken half of my flesh."

His voice was full of anger and helplessness, but his eyes revealed a hint of longing for his hometown and mother.

The comrade beside him had been dozing off against the trench wall with his eyes squinted, but was awakened instantly by Duke's poke.

The comrade yawned and said hoarsely, "Who knows when those aliens will attack?"

Duke looked at the minced meat in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then poked his comrade with a smile:

"I'll give you some. After all, we both survived the last war. Let's eat together. Let me tell you, my mom's cooking is amazing!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand holding the minced meat in front of his comrades, his face filled with simple enthusiasm.

His comrade didn't bother to be polite with him. He simply stretched out his dusty hand, grabbed a handful of minced meat on the oil paper, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and started chewing it.

Duke looked at the minced meat that was taken away, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

He felt extremely fortunate to be able to eat this hard-earned minced meat alive, even though it had been withheld by the logistics department.

Then, Duke poured the remaining minced meat into his mouth, and then stuck out his tongue to carefully lick the remaining minced meat on the oil paper, not missing a single bit of the delicious taste.

That satisfied look was as if he was enjoying a luxurious feast.

"Just for this bite of meat," the comrade finally swallowed the minced meat, patted Duke's shoulder, and said seriously,

"When we charge next time, I'll be in front of you. If I have to die, I'll be the first to die, so you can live a few more seconds."

Duke listened, smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll live a few more seconds." His smile was a bit bitter, but also full of gratitude to his comrades.

However, the smile quickly disappeared from his face and his eyes became a little dim.

Thinking of his elderly mother at home, who is now the only one left at home, his heart is filled with worry.

Will my mother be bullied?

How is she supposed to live alone?

These questions were like heavy stones weighing on his heart.

At this moment, the sharp imperial horn suddenly sounded, breaking the brief silence.

Duke suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see dense black shadows falling from the sky like dark clouds.

It was a vast army of Randan aliens, their bodies were dirty and twisted, spreading across the sky, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, the company commander's voice rang out in the trench: "Everyone, charge forward!" The voice was firm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable order.

Duke and his comrades jumped out of the trenches without hesitation and rushed forward.

The laser guns in their hands spewed out tongues of fire, and beams of light shot towards those terrifying aliens.

However, these attacks hit the hard shell of the Randan warriors, but they were like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving no trace at all, and were unable to break through the defense.

As soon as the aliens landed, the massacre began instantly.

They came like a tide, leaving screams and blood wherever they went.

Duke's comrades protected him closely and kept firing their weapons, even though they knew it might be useless.

Suddenly, a bullet hit the carapace of his comrade. The seemingly solid carapace was like paper under the attack of the alien and shattered in an instant.

The comrade's body shook and slowly fell down, blood spreading on the mud.

"No!" Duke cried out in despair, but he did not stop. The anger and courage in his heart made him continue to move forward.

However, fate did not seem to favor Duke.

A moment later, another bullet struck him.

His body shook violently and he slowly fell down.

In the last few seconds of his life, the face of his mother appeared in his mind. She was the person he cared about most.

How he wanted to see his mother again and return to his hometown, but all this had become a luxury.

At this moment, in the space of this planet, the Dark Angels' ships descended from the sky like divine soldiers.

Their warships gleamed coldly in the darkness, like the scythe of the god of death.

As beams of energy were shot out, Ran Dan's ship, on which tens of thousands of soldiers had already landed, was instantly hit and turned into countless pieces in the violent explosion.

The Dark Angels successfully occupied the planet's orbit.

However, the Dark Angels chose not to land on this planet.

"Randan has invested more and more in this war. This star region, this galaxy, and everything within it will be difficult for them to survive after we destroy Randan. We will also have to wipe out more aliens in this war."

"..."

After a brief discussion, the Dark Angels made a more cost-effective decision - to launch the Extermination Order.

As beams of destructive light shot towards the surface of the planet, the entire planet was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The land that Duke and his comrades defended with their lives was, at this moment, engulfed by the ruthless flames of war.

And their sacrifice has become part of countless tragic stories in the empire's great cause.

The Dark Angels' ships continued to sail in the boundless starry sky like silent behemoths, the dim light emitted by their engines dragging long trails in the darkness.

For the soldiers on the ship, the deaths they had just witnessed were already commonplace. They looked calm, and their eyes revealed the perseverance and numbness of having been on the battlefield for a long time.

Although they are accustomed to such life and death scenes, every sacrifice is for the great cause of the empire.

In the northwest of the galaxy, war is raging and every planet is like a huge purgatory.

The shrill wails, like a tragic elegy, echoed in the sky above the planet.

These voices all come from human beings, those young lives. They were once the expectations in the hearts of countless mothers and the hope of their families.

But the cruel war will not stop because of compassion.

In this devastated star field, the living mortals can only silently comfort themselves in their hearts - these deceased people will become immortal heroic spirits.

It seems that such thoughts can slightly alleviate the pain brought by the war and allow them to find a little strength to persevere in the endless fighting and sacrifice.

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Chapter 204: Black Technology in the Golden Age

On the planet Tux, and the dark side of half the galaxy, Jonson meticulously planned and transformed this airspace into a terrifying maze of death.

Countless invisible micro-artificial black holes are hidden in it, like lurking demons, ready to devour everything that approaches; the gravitational anchor points are like invisible giant hands, wantonly distorting time and space, making it impossible for ships that dare to break in to move forward.

"Insanely" they expanded the scope of this minefield to half the galaxy.

For a time, this originally peaceful space became full of dangers. Countless fleets of Ran Dan were destroyed here. Under the swallowing of the black hole and the tearing of gravity, the ships were destroyed and the crew members died, turning into dust in the universe.

Even the Space Wolves and other legions of the Empire had to travel very carefully when they arrived here. If they were not careful, they would fall into an irretrievable situation.

However, Randan's army seemed determined to break through the main defense line of the Empire's four legions.

Regardless of the huge losses, they continued to flock to the planet Turks.

All I saw were the muzzles of the Randan ships flashing, and countless spears of light shooting out, cutting through the dark starry sky. The scene was spectacular yet terrifying.

On every ship involved in this war, tens of thousands of operators are on high alert, but in this cruel meat grinder of war, many of them cannot escape the fate of destruction.

There is no retreat on the battlefield. Both sides are swept away by the tide of war and can only move forward bravely.

"I'm really impressed. How could Ran Dan be so obsessed with Turks and this galaxy? He dared to land even after suffering such a huge loss."

Aurora couldn't help but complain, but her eyes were always fixed on the holographic projection in front of her.

This projection was created by her sister Hui Le using psychic power, clearly projecting the chaotic battlefield in the starry sky in the form of a three-dimensional image.

On the holographic projection, the rough light produced by the exchange of fire between the two sides was so dense that it almost occupied the Primarchs' field of vision.

Those dotted lines symbolizing gravitational explosions also constantly appear on the projection, flickering and jumping, as if they are the pulse of this cruel battlefield, recording every thrilling energy release and life-and-death moment.

"Mother, news has come from the ground forces on the planet Turks," Brightman, who could only act as the Primarch's adjutant in this grand war, reported the latest situation to Aurora.

"The troops that Ran Dan landed this time are completely different from the advance troops last time. They not only carry a large number of heavy weapons, but also a large number of ultra-heavy firepower equipment."

"Very good, they have finally fallen into this trap. Use the weapons I borrowed from the White King's retainers on this planet, then tell Jonson to prepare for the harvest."

Aurora's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and she gave orders decisively, exuding unquestionable majesty.

"Yes!" Brightman took the order and left, his steps hurried as if carrying a gust of wind.

Soon, the mysterious weapon was activated, and a powerful and strange energy instantly swept across the entire Turks planet.

The planet, previously spinning continuously, suddenly stopped, as if time had been paused. Everything on the planet, from the howling winds and rushing rivers to the fierce battles between soldiers, was frozen in place, like a frozen painting.

At the same time, the Dark Angels' flagship was looming in the vast starry sky, and its huge hull exuded a cold metallic luster.

With a low roar, the flagship's hatch slowly opened, and tens of thousands of airdrop capsules fell rapidly towards the planet Turks like arrows.

These airdrop pods carry the elite forces of the Dark Angels, flashing with a cold light under the sunlight, as if they are messengers of judgment from the depths of the universe.

The Randan fleet, which had finally broken through the defense line, was also trying to launch airdrop capsules to deploy ground troops.

However, as soon as their action began, they were attacked fiercely by the Imperial Fleet.

Energy beams hit the airdrop pods of the Randan fleet accurately. Accompanied by a series of violent explosions, these airdrop pods instantly turned into countless fragments, scattering in space and becoming useless space junk.

The soldiers of the First Legion are on this stationary planet.

They were clad in pitch-black battle armor, the sword-wing emblems on their shoulder armor gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Most of the helmet was hidden beneath the hood, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes shining brightly in the darkness, revealing a chilling and murderous aura.

The leader of the team was tightly wrapped in heavy Iron Cavalry Terminator armor. The armor was like a walking fortress, exuding oppressive power.

He wielded the Terra Greatsword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and every swing brought about a sharp sound of wind; in the other hand he held a plasma projector, and dark blue energy gathered at the muzzle, as if it could spray out destructive power at any time.

"Three Terras, clean them up. Don't destroy the weapons of the Randan aliens at will. They will need to be recovered later."

The leader's voice was low and cold, and every word he spoke was like an order from hell, echoing in the dead air.

The soldiers of the First Legion quickly obeyed the order and scattered like a group of well-trained hunters.

They moved freely on this stilled planet, rushing towards the defenseless Randan warriors with a clear goal.

These warriors moved as fast as lightning, swinging dozens of swords in one second. Every sword strike was precise and deadly. The sharp blades slashed into the Randan warriors without any hindrance, splashing black blood in an instant.

After getting rid of the enemy, they quickly pulled out the weapons from the hands of the Randan warriors. Their movements were skillful and efficient. The whole process was done in one go without any delay.

As the First Order methodically carried out cleanup operations on Turks, sporadic resistance began to emerge.

Those Randan aliens that were still able to move were airdropped by the Randan fleet after the First Legion landed.

Like tenacious parasites, they are trying to launch a final struggle in this area that has already been controlled by the empire.

However, facing the well-trained First Legion, these resistances were undoubtedly futile.

The soldiers of the First Legion quickly surrounded these newly emerged Randan aliens.

Using numbers to bully the few and Caliban swordsmanship were common strategies used by the First Legion on the battlefield, and they were used to the fullest extent at this time.

With the tacit cooperation of the soldiers, these stubbornly resisting Randan aliens were quickly wiped out.

The battlefield regained its brief calm, leaving only the remains of the Randan aliens scattered all over the ground, silently telling of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

The First Legion continued to advance steadily, carrying out a comprehensive cleanup and control of the planet according to the predetermined plan.

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