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Its body was shaking violently, and the spiritual energy around it was surging wildly, like a volcano about to erupt.

It held the spear high in its hand, with strange patterns winding on the spear body, like a sleeping giant python.

It was like the roar of thousands of ghosts.

The tip of the gun flashed with a faint green light, as if connecting to another mysterious dimension full of death and despair.

It's only a few meters away, but it seems like the dividing line between two worlds.

In an instant, Lord Randan's attack came like thunder.

Its spear was like a black lightning, accompanied by a whistling sound, piercing Aurora's chest.

Aurora quickly raised her sword to block.

The power of both sides exploded at the moment of contact, triggering a force powerful enough to change the world.

The surging black tide, carrying the shrill roars of billions of wronged souls, rushed towards the red-gold sun like a raging tsunami.

Two completely opposite forces collided with each other, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, as if two worlds were rubbing and tearing each other apart.

The surrounding air was distorted and compressed by the powerful energy fluctuations, forming vortices visible to the naked eye. The earth was shaking, and cracks spread in all directions like spider webs. The originally white clouds in the sky were instantly dyed a strange purple-black color.

Weapons were swung in fierce clashes, swords and spears collided, splashing dazzling sparks.

Every collision was accompanied by powerful energy ripples that spread out in all directions. The surrounding warriors from both sides were blown away by this force and fell heavily to the ground, their lives or deaths unknown.

"Let's go together and chop off the alien's head!" The voices of the eleven primarchs were like rolling thunder, booming over the battlefield. Wherever the sound waves reached, the air trembled, and the soldiers' blood was instantly ignited by this roar.

The King of Knights solemnly raised the long sword that symbolized loyalty and glory.

The sword is slender, flashing with a cold light, and engraved with ancient runes.

The Wolf King was also waving the Dionysus's spear and claws wildly in his hands.

The tip of the Spear of Dionysus flashed with a strange glow, and every swing seemed to tear the space apart, leaving behind black cracks; the sharp claws flashed with cold light, like sharp blades, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The three Primarchs joined together in this fierce battle that could change the world.

Armed with a sword and a bolter, Jonson charged without hesitation at the surging alien monarch.

The sword in his hand was wrapped in a sharp gust of wind, slashing at the sticky tide again and again. The grenade launcher also kept spewing out tongues of fire, and bullets shot towards the enemy like meteors.

However, the tide seemed to have life, and the wounds caused by the King of Knights healed quickly like gurgling water, as if they had never been injured.

The thunderbird's sharp claws waved wildly in the sky, and each attack was wrapped in endless power of thunder.

The thunder roared and flashed dazzling light. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly ionized, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

But even so, these attacks were like drop in the ocean, easily swallowed up by the tide without causing any ripples.

Only the Spear of Dionysus in the hands of the Wolf King plays a key role.

He stared closely at the Lord of Ran Dan. At the moment when the tide-like attack came, his body was as fast as lightning, and the Spear of Dionysus in his hand stabbed out continuously. His movements were as fast as lightning, which made people dazzled.

Every stab accurately hit the vital points of Lord Ran Dan, causing him to scream in pain.

And the red-gold sun hanging high in the sky is now casting its light down without reservation.

The strong light shot towards the Lord of Randan like countless sharp blades.

Under the illumination of this light, the originally mysterious and terrifying figure of the Lord of Randan is now like a dark reptile in the sewer that cannot see the light. It has nowhere to hide, and every ugly detail is exposed.

Under the sun's rays, it seemed so small and fragile, yet it struggled madly because it didn't want to fail.

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Chapter 219 The Death of Lord Randan: What a fussy and humble Primarch!

The Lord of Randan is gradually approaching the end of his life.

Its huge and twisted body was now tottering under the powerful attack, and the strange spiritual energy surging around it became dim, like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.

Its limbs were twitching uncontrollably, and every inch of its muscles was twitching in pain, as if it was making its last struggle.

The huge head drooped weakly, then raised itself up stubbornly again and again, with a mixture of unwillingness and despair flashing in its eyes.

It is not afraid of death. After all, it has witnessed the disappearance of countless lives over the long years. But now, it desires to live so strongly.

Because the grand ideal in its heart has not yet been realized, the glory of restoring the Randan clan is still like a burning flame, jumping in its chest.

It and its companions once made a great ambition to make Ran Dan the master of the galaxy and rule over every inch of land in this vast universe.

In their imagination, Randan's flag will fly on every planet, and its people will travel freely between galaxies and prosper.

This vision has supported it through countless hardships and obstacles, and has also enabled it to never retreat when facing powerful enemies.

At this moment, its mind involuntarily emerged with the image of its hometown. It was a planet shrouded in mysterious fog, with mountains and rivers emitting a strange light.

Every inch of land in his hometown carries his childhood memories. Those familiar scenes and familiar atmosphere now flood into his heart like a tide.

It recalled the time when it ran freely in the fields of its hometown, and the warm scene of sitting together with its family and sharing the prey they had enslaved and hunted.

How much it longs to see its hometown again, even just for a glance, to feel the long-lost warmth and tranquility.

In the last moments of its life, its thoughts were like a wild horse running wild, galloping through the past years.

It remembered its deceased friends who had fought side by side with it and worked together for Ran Dan's future.

Their laughter and their determined eyes seem to still be ringing in my ears and in front of my eyes.

The adventures they experienced together and the life and death tests they faced together have become the most precious memories in its life.

Now, they have all gone before it, leaving it standing alone on this final battlefield.

There are also like-minded companions who have the same dream, follow its footsteps, and fight all over the universe.

The vows they made together under the starry sky and the figures supporting each other in battle were all unforgettable.

Once upon a time, they were so ambitious and discussed together how to conquer the sea of ​​stars and how to make Ran Dan the master of the universe.

But now, most of its companions have died on the battlefield, leaving it alone to face this cruel end.

It also remembered what it looked like when it was young. At that time, it was young and energetic, full of infinite vitality and confidence.

It is full of longing for the future and believes that as long as it relies on its own courage and wisdom, nothing can stop Ran Dan from moving forward.

At that time, there was a fiery light in its eyes. It dared to challenge any powerful opponent and was not afraid of unknown risks.

All these memories flickered in its mind like bright stars.

They are so beautiful and so nostalgic, and they also make it feel the preciousness of life more deeply.

It realized that it still had too many concerns and too much reluctance to leave. It didn't want to leave this world, and didn't want to give up its ideals and concerns.

However, the wheel of fate rolled forward mercilessly, and its life was disappearing bit by bit. No matter how it struggled, it could not stop all this from happening.

It was dying, its huge body collapsed powerlessly on the ground full of ravines and scorched earth.

Its psychic shield, which once emitted an eerie light, was now riddled with holes and as dim as a candle that was about to go out.

Seeing that the monarch was in imminent danger, the Randan Imperial Guards burst out with their last strength and rushed towards the center of the battlefield regardless of everything.

They were clad in heavy black armor engraved with mysterious runes. These runes once shone with a faint light, endowing them with great power, but now, under the powerful attack of the Primarchs, they seemed so vulnerable.

With the flames of loyalty burning in their eyes, they roared and brandished their blades, trying to break through the Primarchs' defenses, rescue their monarch, and defend their own responsibilities.

However, in front of the Primarch, they were like ants.

The power of the Primarchs was like a raging tsunami, unstoppable.

The Randan Imperial Guards were like delicate yet fragile porcelain tiles, shattered instantly by the impact of this force; or like thin white paper, easily torn apart.

Their bodies fell one after another under the attacks of the Primarchs, their limbs and arms scattered all over the ground, and their blood flowed on the earth, gathering into a shocking river of blood.

The other Primarchs had also gone through a hard battle at this point. They were panting, and their armor was covered with dense scars.

Each of these scars records a thrilling battle, and each bears witness to their bravery and tenacity.

The wails of souls echoed over the battlefield, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war.

But they still held on, waiting for the final moment.

"Cut off its head! Zhuangsen, it is the best proof of honor and loyalty." Aurora's voice rang out over the battlefield, her eyes revealing a calmness and fatigue after experiencing vicissitudes of life, but more of the joy and pride of victory.

She stood there quietly, staring at Jonson, waiting for his move.

"Shouldn't it be you?" Zhuang Sen looked puzzled, raised his head and looked at Aurora, his eyes full of confusion.

In his opinion, Aurora also played a vital role in this war. In terms of merit and prestige, it seemed more appropriate for her to end the life of Lord Randan.

"But you have paid the greatest price in these nearly fifty years of war. This is what you deserve. See! We have no objection." Aurora explained patiently. Her eyes swept over the Primarchs around her, and each Primarch nodded slightly in agreement.

Their eyes were full of recognition and admiration for Zhuang Sen. During the fifty years of war, Zhuang Sen had always been at the forefront. His tenacity, his wisdom, and his sacrifice were all seen and remembered by everyone.

The eleven Primarchs stood quietly by without saying a word, but from her eyes it could be seen that she also agreed with Aurora's decision.

Leman Russ seemed a little impatient, constantly urging Jonson: "Hurry up! End this damn war!"

There was a hint of fatigue and impatience in the voice of the Wolf King of Fenris. This long war had exhausted everyone physically and mentally, and he now longed to have fun on the ice fields of Fenris.

Instead of fighting for a head here.

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath and slowly raised the sword in his hand that had accompanied him in countless battles.

The Knight King took firm steps towards the massive form of the Lord of Randan. At that moment, the entire battlefield fell silent, with everyone's attention focused on Zhuangsen.

His figure appeared particularly tall in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a god of war from ancient times.

Zhuang Sen stood before the head of the Lord of Randan, staring at this once invincible enemy.

At this moment, the fierceness and arrogance of the past were no longer in the eyes of Lord Randan.

Zhuang Sen took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. Then, he raised the sword high in his hand and slashed at the neck of Lord Randan with all his strength.

With a dull sound, the huge head of the Lord of Randan left its body and rolled to the ground.

This war that lasted for nearly fifty years finally came to an end, and the sword in Zhuangsen's hand became the best witness of this victory.

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Chapter 220: Another Primarch's Gender Change Timeline: Doanthrace and Perturabo

Inside the magnificent palace hall, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified. Tall stone pillars rise into the sky, and sunlight shines through the colored glazed windows, creating brilliant rays of light and shadow.

Sigismund, a warrior with an upright figure and a resolute gaze, walked up to Dorne with steady steps.

Duo An, this admirable being, is dressed in shining yellow armor. His plump figure fills the armor to the brim, and every inch of his lines shows strength and majesty.

She has a beautiful and upright face, and her eyes reveal an innate firmness and wisdom.

"Mother, Lord Perturabo is challenging you again." Sigismund bowed slightly and reported respectfully, his voice low and powerful.

Duo Ru nodded slightly, a faint smile on her lips, and said, "Well, she is always like this, always angry. Just because others say that I am better than her, she insists on competing with me." Her voice was upright and gentle, echoing in the hall.

"Then we..." Sigismund hesitated, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Let her wait until I finish dealing with these government affairs, and then we can decide the outcome." Duo Ru's tone was unquestionable, and there was a gleam of determination in his eyes.

As the master of the Imperial Fists and the protector of the empire, government affairs are equally important and he cannot be distracted by a challenge with Perturabo.

"Yes." After receiving the order, Sigismund turned around and left the hall with neat and powerful steps.

The scene changed and they came to the tent where Pertulabo was.

The tent was decorated simply and artistically, and there was a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction on Petulabo's beautiful face.

"Is that what that guy Dorne said? Let me wait here?" Perturabo stopped and asked Sigismund in front of him with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Yes, my lord." Sigismund still maintained a respectful attitude and answered in a steady voice.

"Hmph, that's just how she is. She has no manners, doesn't know how to be humble, and likes to use pain to stimulate herself. What a masochist. Only she is as stubborn as a rock. It's simply unreasonable."

Perturabo became more and more excited as he spoke, and in front of the Imperial Fists, he openly spoke ill of Dorn.

Upon hearing this, Sigismund straightened up immediately, his eyes revealing a firm sense of defense. He retorted: "You are wrong, my lord. Mother does not stink. She smells very good, and her hands are very soft."

There was a hint of stubbornness in the Imperial Fists' tone, and his respect for Dorn was evident.

"Ha, I mean her temper, understand, kid?" Perturabo explained, feeling a little amused by Sigismund's words.

"Mother has a good temper and speaks her mind. We will all learn from her and point out her shortcomings to her." Sigismund did not back down because of Perturabo's explanation. He continued to defend Dorn firmly, and his words were full of trust and love for Dorn.

Sigismund, unflinching, looked Perturabo in the face and continued, "Unlike you, Lord Perturabo, your Iron Warriors, who are neither iron nor warriors, never once pointed out your mistakes."

His eyes revealed doubt and dissatisfaction with Petubo, and his words were as sharp as arrows.