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Its huge and twisted body moved slowly, and a thick tentacle stretched out towards the throne and grasped the spear inserted in it.

This spear was made according to the drawings given by Lihentian. It had slaughtered several races. Countless wronged souls were entangled on the spear. The souls of several races gathered and intertwined on it, making painful roars, full of resentment and hatred towards the Lord of Randan.

However, even so, the Lord of Randan still wielded the spear wantonly, carrying with him terrifying power as he attacked his opponent. Every swing brought up a biting cold wind, as if to drag everything around him into an endless dark abyss.

Every time the Lord of Randan swung the spear formed by the gathering of wronged souls, the terrifying power released could arouse the echoes of endless thunderbirds.

The Endless Thunderbird created by the Eleventh Primarch, under the impact of this powerful attack, let out three shrill roars that echoed in every corner of the battleship.

The Primarch is not in opposition to the Lord of Randan.

The power of this alien monarch is beyond imagination. The strange psionic energy surrounding him and his skillful use of the spear filled with endless souls make every confrontation full of deadly danger.

She began to dodge the attacks of the Lord of Randan deftly.

With his exquisite control over the power of thunder, Huile's figure shuttled between the various cabins and passages of the warship like lightning.

The Lord of Randan's attacks missed again and again, and he roared angrily, smashing the surrounding bulkheads and equipment to pieces.

Hui Le seized the opportunity, quickly formed seals with his hands, and gathered brilliant thunder power in his palms.

With a low shout, she pushed the thunder in her palm towards the battleship deck.

In an instant, countless bolts of lightning as thick as arms poured down like dragons emerging from the sea, slamming heavily onto the deck.

The thunder, with its earth-shattering power, instantly penetrated the deck and spread to every inch of the battleship.

Wherever it went, the metal decks were melted by the high temperature, turning into pools of molten iron with a pungent smell.

The equipment was shocked by the powerful electric current and exploded and caught fire, and flames and thick smoke quickly spread.

The power system inside the battleship was paralyzed by the ravages of thunder, the huge engine stopped roaring, and the energy shield that had been running stably was instantly shattered, turning into countless flashing points of light that dissipated in the air.

The dashboards and indicator lights of the control system went out one after another. The battleship completely lost the ability to navigate and attack, and slowly stopped in the universe.

The Alien Monarch was completely enraged.

During its long and almost endless years, it had lived in a humbly way in the dark corners of the universe, crawling forward for survival; after growing in strength, it had also let out deafening roars at the rebels, establishing its hegemony through bloody killings.

But now, he was being teased by a little girl.

The thick and twisted tentacles behind it danced wildly, like a group of giant pythons with bared fangs and claws, wantonly squeezing the imprisoned souls.

Every soul let out a painful wail, and the sound echoed in this gloomy warship, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

Strange hand seals were quickly formed between the tentacles of Lord Ran Dan, which was the prelude to its powerful power.

As the hand seal was completed, the squeezed soul power gathered into a torrent as thick as ink. This power was like Odin's sure-hit divine spear, locking onto the eleventh Primarch with unstoppable momentum.

The eleventh Primarch was about to launch another thunder attack when suddenly, a piercing pain came from the depths of his soul, as if tens of millions of steel needles were piercing into him at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the eleventh Primarch was like a kite with a broken string, and was suddenly knocked out of its flagship by the Lord of Randan.

Against the backdrop of the pitch-black universe, the Primarch's body streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving a long, thrilling trail.

The cosmic battlefield was still a hellish scene, with artillery fire flying and light beams crisscrossing.

The primarch who was knocked away was inevitably baptized by the intensive artillery fire.

High-energy lasers passed by her, and the scorching energy burned her armor, splashing a string of sparks; the powerful impact force generated by the missile explosion hit her again and again like a sledgehammer, making her flight trajectory even more chaotic.

At the same time, the battlefield was littered with the wreckage of destroyed ships, large and small, drifting aimlessly in the universe.

The Primarch's flight path collided heavily with them, sending huge metal fragments flying on impact.

Each collision was accompanied by a dull sound. Under the impact of these debris, the original body kept changing direction. The armor on his body also showed more cracks with each collision. Blood kept oozing out of the wounds and instantly solidified in the cold universe.

Eventually they were forced to land on the planet Atal.

The huge body of the Lord of Randan slowly separated from the ship that had stopped working and was covered with traces of burnt black and damage.

In the vast expanse of space, it walks as if on flat ground. Every step it takes causes strange ripples in the surrounding space, as if the rules of reality are no longer stable in front of it.

Its fingers waved casually, and a strange glow bloomed from its fingertips, like a ghost fire flickering in the dark.

Behind him, thick and twisted tentacles danced wildly, forming hand seals in a way that was too complex to understand. The formation of each hand seal was accompanied by violent fluctuations in the surrounding energy, as if summoning some ancient and evil power.

At this moment, the Lord of Randan was like a cold-blooded hunter patrolling his own farm.

Its gaze swept over the human warships.

It just waved its hand lightly, and an invisible powerful force surged out. Wherever it went, human warships seemed to be pinched by an invisible giant hand, instantly twisted and deformed, and then pinched into countless metal fragments, scattering in the universe.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of Randan released endless storms and whirlpools.

These storms were a strange purple-black color, and the whirlpools emitted a chilling glow. They were like greedy beasts, frantically grabbing everything around them.

Anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in it, whether it was a human soldier on a battleship or debris floating in the universe, was caught tightly and unable to break free.

As the storm and whirlpool continue to rotate, these captured objects are gradually pulled towards the center, and are eventually captured and swallowed up by the ruthless waves, disappearing without a trace.

The Geller Stands equipped on human warships can, under normal circumstances, effectively block most unknown threats.

However, in the face of such a terrifying existence as the Lord of Randan, Geller's position was fragile and vulnerable.

When the power of Lord Randan hit him, Geller's position was like a piece of thin paper, torn apart in an instant, and then easily extinguished by the surging waves.

Faced with the crazy attack of the Lord of Randan, thousands of warships made a resolute decision to leave the airspace they originally occupied and swarm towards the Lord of Randan, trying to stop its advance with the advantage of numbers.

These warships come from different legions and have different models. Some are huge and equipped with heavy weapons; some are small and flexible, good at rapid assaults.

But at this moment, they all have the same belief, which is to stop the Lord of Randan.

However, their efforts seemed so powerless in front of the Lord of Randan.

The Lord of Randan didn't even pause, but continued to wave its tentacles, releasing powerful energy waves.

The spiritual energy waves were like sharp blades, cutting through the densely packed fleet of warships.

In an instant, the warships shattered like broken porcelain.

The flames of the explosion rose and fell, illuminating the dark universe. Metal debris flew everywhere, and some were even directly vaporized by the energy waves, turning into balls of cosmic dust.

Those warships that were not completely destroyed also lost control under the impact of the violent explosion and rolled helplessly in the universe. The human soldiers on the ships shouted in despair, but were soon swallowed up by the endless darkness.

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Chapter 213 We have three mothers?

Aurora looked anxious, her eyes fixed on the flashing holographic screen, on which chaotic information from various battlefields was jumping.

She turned quickly and shouted an order into the communication device: "Go to the planet Atal! Your Primarch is there."

The voice was firm and urgent, with unquestionable majesty, and it was clearly transmitted to the warship of the White King's Son through the communication channel.

Forle, the son of the White King, was now concentrating on controlling the warship and dealing with the complex battle situation around him.

Aurora's voice suddenly rang out from the communication device, which shocked him.

He quickly adjusted himself, glanced at the dashboard in front of him, and after confirming the information was correct, he immediately responded: "Got it!"

Afterwards, Fore decisively gave the order, and the engine of the Truth Savior instantly ejected a powerful plasma beam, and the battleship quickly left the war zone like a meteor.

Behind it, the Glory of the Sun moved quickly, filling the gap left by the Truth and Savior, and continued to hold the line in this war-torn universe.

Although the Truth Savior is not the top flagship, it is already the best warship in the 11th Legion.

It has a sturdy hull, is equipped with advanced weapon systems and power plants, and has made great achievements in previous battles.

On the planet Atal, the sky was filled with yellow sand and the wind was howling.

On this desolate planet, the three Primarchs lay quietly on the sandy surface. There was deathly silence all around them, with only the whistling sound of the sand being blown by the wind.

The Primarchs' armor was badly damaged, with cracks that were shocking. Black smoke slowly emerged from the damaged areas, swaying in the wind, as if telling of the brutal battle they had just experienced.

Every inch of their bodies radiated severe pain, a double torture coming from deep within their flesh and soul.

Not only that, they are also stained with the breath of resentful souls.

The innocent souls who were cruelly enslaved and killed by the Lord of Randan in the battle seemed to have found a place to rest at this moment. They surrounded the Primarchs and let out bursts of shrill wails.

These voices were like sharp knives, piercing deep into the souls of the Primarchs, making their pain even more unbearable.

Hui Le's face was full of fatigue and pain. His once bright eyes had lost their former luster and were shrouded in a layer of painful haze.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

Lario's arm hung limply by his side. The arm part of the armor was completely shattered, revealing the bloody wound inside. Blood continued to flow out, dripping onto the yellow sand and instantly absorbed by the dry sand.

Leila was also seriously injured and unable to move. She endured the pain and tried to sit up, but fell down again because of her serious injuries.

The Truth Savior was like a ray of light that cut through the sky, breaking through the thick atmosphere of the planet Atal and landing steadily on the surface covered with yellow sand.

The hatch slowly opened, and For was the first to step out, followed by a group of fully armed sons of the White King.

They walked hurriedly, raising layers of dust from the ground.

The scene before them made everyone's breath stop. The three Primarchs lay in a mess on the sand. Their once majestic armor was now riddled with holes. Black smoke curled up, blending with the surrounding barren desert, looking particularly desolate.

The Astartes stood there in shock, the three mothers' eyes filled with shock and distress, unable to believe that the tragedy before their eyes was happening to their revered Primarch.

"What are you standing there for? Come and save me." Leila shouted with a hoarse voice. Her voice seemed particularly weak in the whistling wind, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the sons of the White King.

The Primarchs were suffering from double torture at this moment. Their souls felt as if being torn apart by thousands of sharp blades, and their bodies were in unbearable pain. Leila was the most seriously injured. Every breath she took felt like pulling at the wounds all over her body. The excruciating pain almost made her faint.

The wounds to their souls made them live and yet be eaten alive at the same time.

The sons of the White King came to their senses in an instant, "Yes!" The neat and powerful response echoed over the desert.

As the top members of the White King's Son Legion, a team of pharmacists quickly stepped forward. Their medical skills were well-known among the twenty legions.

The pharmacists skillfully took out various advanced equipment from the medical boxes and scanned the injuries of the Primarchs.

He injected the special medicine precisely with skillful and focused techniques, carefully treating each wound, hoping to relieve the pain of the Primarchs as soon as possible.

With a look of concern on his face, For asked cautiously, "Mother, how did you become three?"

At this moment, the Astartes around were all carrying out their tasks in an orderly manner. Some were assisting the pharmacist in passing tools, while others were vigilantly observing the surrounding environment.

But my ears pricked up unconsciously, full of curiosity about this question.

Huile and Leila were silent.

Lareo was so weak that she had difficulty speaking. She said weakly, "I was beaten like this."

His voice was so weak that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it away. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but coughing softly. Every cough was accompanied by a slight tremor in his body, which made everyone around him feel worried.

The Lord of Randan is in space.

Every time it attacks, it is accompanied by a crazy outpouring of endless power. That power is like a surging black tsunami, distorting space wherever it goes.

As it attacked, the Randan warriors and people burst into deafening cheers, and the sound echoed in the universe, full of fanaticism and ferocity.

Amidst the cheers, the Lion Hunting was completely unable to resist and was instantly hit by this destructive force. The hull instantly shattered like fragile glass, and countless metal fragments flew across the universe and soon disappeared into the depths of the dark universe.

But even so, the human fleet did not retreat, and warships pushed forward without hesitation.

They were arranged closely, forming steel lines of defense, trying to stop the Lord of Randan.

Seeing this, the Lord of Randan started to frantically dance with the thick and twisted tentacles behind him, and the enslaved souls wailed in pain.

The sound was sharp and miserable, echoing in this cruel battlefield.

The power of these souls was wantonly exploited by the Lord of Randan and was on the verge of breaking.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of Randan attacked again, this time targeting the Sun Glory.

It muttered something and quickly formed seals with its hands. A majestic black energy beam condensed in an instant, and with endless power to destroy the world, it roared towards the Glory of the Sun.

The crew of the Solar Glory fought with all their might, activating all energy shields and defense systems.

However, in the face of Lord Randan's terrifying attack, everything seemed so futile.

The black energy beam directly penetrated the hull of the Sun Glory. The entire warship was instantly engulfed in flames and a violent explosion occurred.

The dazzling flames bloomed in the universe, like a short but brilliant sun.

Not only that, the small ships around the Solar Glory were not spared either. Under this powerful energy impact, they were instantly annihilated and turned into dust in the universe.

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Chapter 214: God's Pawns, the Race Influenced by God

The Lord of Randan is now like an evil giant suspended in the universe, surrounded by a creepy light, slowly moving towards the place where the Thunderbird landed - the planet Atal.

Every time its huge and twisted body moved, ripples appeared in the surrounding space, as if the rules of reality were fragile in front of it and could collapse at any time.

Behind it is the endless Randan fleet.