"The so-called Ran Dan is not so much a powerful and barbaric alien civilization as a criminal alliance composed of several powerful opponents, a giant serpent hydra with countless heads, and whenever you think you have cut off all its vicious attacks, it will poke out more blasphemous legions from the darkness."

"For now, we have found different opponents on the battlefield with Randan, including Randan, Bone Eater, Brain Eater, and Worm Alien Sloth, and in addition, Randan is also a large-scale slave race, and they will drive a large number of alien races and even human slaves into the battlefield as cannon fodder to consume the ammunition and energy of the defenders."

"According to the information we have uncovered, Ran Dan's tactics have not changed much over the years: their army commanders are called [War Commanders], each [War Commander] has different powers, commanding tens of millions of troops and cannon fodder slaves, and under the [War Commander] is the elite warrior [Overlord] of the Ran Dan race, the [Overlord] is an extremely difficult opponent, their brutal strength and combat experience are comparable to the best of the Astarte warriors, and their weapons and equipment are even stronger."

"In most cases, Ran Dan is accustomed to sending their elite warriors [Overlords] to drive a large number of slave armies to storm the front, this kind of attrition battle sometimes even lasts for several days, while their main forces will wait for an opportunity under the leadership of [War Commander], looking for a chance to kill with one blow, but in the same way, once the army commander is killed, the morale of Ran Dan's army will be extremely badly damaged, and there will even be a short rout."

"On top of that, Ran Dan is also quite good at some unique tactics, such as the large-scale use of drones, and they can also control a celestial-level artificial warfare satellite, a weapon controlled by millions of slaves controlled by their nerves, and its deterrent power in void warfare is comparable to that of the Queen of Glory."

"In addition to these terrible war machines, the elite warriors of Randan are also not to be underestimated, they are almost taller than Astarte, full of savagery and cunning, very experienced in combat, and do not mind using all kinds of despicable means to achieve victory, these [overlords] are also very well-equipped, their guns and armor contain some technology that we cannot explain for the time being, and on this basis, almost every [Randan] overlord will be equipped with a personal void shield to protect themselves."

"In the fight with these beasts, make sure that you have destroyed their heads, or completely separated their limbs from their torso, otherwise please do not let your guard down even a bit, their body structure is different from that of humans, and mortal wounds to the throat and chest cannot kill them quickly, and to tell the truth...... The fighting will of these [overlords] is indeed very amazing. ”

"Destroy their heads with a chainsaw sword, shatter their limbs with explosive bombs, and if you can, smash their chests until they can no longer see their original form - if you want to kill a Ran Dan [Overlord], this is the safest way."

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Zaharel's voice roamed the room, and the cheerful dark angel was raising his face with all seriousness, telling the two guests in front of him bit by bit the information that the terrible adversary had been allowed to pass on.

Ahriman and Morgan sat across from him, the two representatives of the Thousand Sons focused most of their energy on listening and remembering the knowledge, while the remaining small part passed through the porthole into the pale and barren world beneath their feet.

Morgan was serious, but Ahriman was a little absent-minded.

Sabis 4, this is the name of this extremely barren world, as the name suggests, it is the fourth world of this stellar settlement called Sabis system, and it is also the only world in this galaxy that can allow humans to reluctantly colonize, although this world has only barren fresh water, foul-smelling creatures, a small amount of minerals, and endless winds and deserts, the only Sabis River that runs through the continent has also become the name of the galaxy.

Before the start of this war, there was only one mining agency with less than thirty people on Sabis 4, but since the wave of invasions of the Randan alien began to appear and disappear in nearby galaxies, the Sabis system has also been involved in this war, becoming a trivial footnote in the long eastern defense line of the Empire.

A mortal legion that had long since been defeated in the Xana War and suffered heavy losses was deployed here to become a defender of the place where it was better than nothing, and these pathetic mortals welcomed a group of unexpected guests.

"The 23rd Kranos...... I remember they were called by that name, right? ”

Ahriman yawned idly, unconcerned about these giftless mortals.

[Yes, the information shows that they were defeated in the stalemate phase of the Battle of Xana, and although they have been re-reinforced, their combat effectiveness is no longer enough to be trusted. 】

"An army that is not even a mortal auxiliary army is not enough to be trusted."

Ahriman's gaze passed through the porthole, and finally rested on the rather shiny point of Mandeville in the corner of the Sabis system, and he turned his head to glance at Zaharel.

"That's why we're here?"

"That's right."

Zaharel nodded.

"A Mandeville point that has never been discovered before, and so large enough to enter and exit a huge fleet, we have come here to confirm it all, and if necessary, to leave enough defenses behind."

Ahriman touched his chin, feeling the sleepiness that almost spread all over his body.

"If it's so important, why do it now?"

The Dark Angel laughed helplessly.

"One of the mechanical bishops of Xana had noticed it while he was out on patrol, but when he returned to Xana, he was soon killed in the war, and his colleagues had a little bit of a ...... about the inheritance Minor disagreements that were not resolved until recently. ”

"Then, they found out about it while they were sorting through the data, and here we are."

Zaharel spoke earnestly, but the listeners were not very engaged.

Ahriman yawned incessantly, he hadn't rested for a long time, and during these days, he constantly assigned his Thousand Sons of Warriors to ensure that they would reach the corresponding Dark Angel Company without any problems.

In the chaos and complexity caused by the Randan War, this was not an easy task, and in many cases, Ahriman could not even trust the Legion's communications, and could only determine the situation of each Thousand Sons Warrior through time-consuming and laborious psionic information transmission.

Thankfully, it was all done.

Zahariel's story continued, but Ahriman was in no mood to continue listening, he waved his hand, didn't speak, and left on his own.

Sometimes, he really sucks.

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Morgan gave Zaharel an apologetic smile, and she controlled the curvature of her mouth with precision, as she wasn't sure how much force and angle [Apology] would need, or if her eyebrows needed more to match the subject.

Thankfully, Zaharel didn't dig into it, he was always a jovial figure, and he was happy to talk to Morgan about something more without getting involved in the First Legion's secrets.

[Can you talk to me about Mr. Luther, who is also a mortal in the Astarte Legion, which is inevitably curious. 】

Zaharrell laughed at Morgan's question, and he was quick to speak.

"Lord Luther, he is a very good coordinator and logistics director, and the most trusted figure of the [Lion], a typical Caliban, serious, serious, and capable."

[However...... When we visited him before, I found out that Mr. Luthor was once a knight? 】

"Ah...... Yes, but when it comes to knights, we always think of [Lion], and all the knights of the Caliban combined can't compare to him, as for Lord Luthor, after we left the Caliban, he has been in charge of the civilian duties, he has handled it very well, and has never complained, and must be very satisfied with the current situation. ”

Morgan nodded, tilting her head slightly, silent for a moment, a few glimmers of light running through her dead pupils.

[Sometimes, I do fear that I will not be able to do my job well, and you say, if I write to Mr. Luthor for advice, will I be rejected?] 】

"Hahahaha......"

"Don't worry, don't worry, Lord Luthor has always been a very friendly person, and his self-esteem can be strong at times, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to help others, just write it, and if you're ashamed to say it, I can help you too."

"Of course, if there are any other questions, just ask them, since we will all be comrades-in-arms who will fight side by side for some time to come, then it is natural to help each other."

The warm attitude made Morgan's expression smile, and then she looked at the door.

[There is one, Mr. Zaharel.] 】

"Well, let's talk about it."

Do you know where there are grapes? 】

“…… Well? ”

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As a company commander, Zaharel was naturally not a guy who could do nothing all the time, and when it was his company's turn to land, he naturally left.

Morgan was the only one left in the room.

Morgan sat in her seat with her legs crossed, one of her hands resting on her face, her eyelids constantly flickering, her gaze wandering casually over the pure black battleships outside the porthole, which were loaded with a thousand or so dark angels who would stay in this world for a while.

In this wonderful silence, countless thoughts began to burst into Morgan's mind, and they swallowed or collided with each other, giving birth to the spark of thought.

Morgan was a little uneasy, instinctively uneasy.

Since coming to the front line of Randan, there have been many things that have made her feel jealous and uncomfortable: the layered organization of the Dark Angel Legion is only the most obvious one, which makes Morgan maintain the highest level of vigilance almost 24 hours a day, and she always feels that everything is being seen.

Morgan had tried to make contact or communicate with some dark angels, but a deep voice prevented her from doing so, and most of the time, she chose to stay with Chiko or simply alone, maintaining a cold and efficient pure white resume.

And Arthur, the commander of the company of Axel, who may have been forgotten by no one, the dark angel who was supposed to be in the hands of Ahriman and Morgan, has disappeared with his small fleet in the battle with Randan, and the fleet of Randan, which tore apart Ather's company, has never had any information back.

In the speculation of the Imperial staff, this powerful fleet containing war satellites should be the reinforcements sent by Ran Dan in order to strengthen the frontal front, and in the battle on the front line, there was indeed a message of the appearance of war satellites, and with the fierce battle on the front line gradually subsided in these few Terra standard days, the Dark Angel Legion was able to breathe for a while, and no one cared about this news for a long time.

But Morgan remained uneasy.

This uneasiness comes not only from the Dark Angel and Ran Dan, but also from the hollowness in her heart: she doesn't know what she wants to do for a while, and her goal makes her instinctively want to get close to the original genogen, but [Lion] ......

Considering the current state of the First Legion she had witnessed, she began to hesitate again, and in this hesitation, Morgan casually laid out a few dispensable pawns.

【Lion】......

She continued to think about this almost legendary figure.

Maybe she needed to see him, but before she could do that, she needed to burn a flame in this war that would be visible to all.

Sprouts of thought began to emerge, and Morgan stroked the threads of thought and began to weave his plan bit by bit, slowly.

Astarte seemed to walk outside the door, and their heavy steps seemed to pause, erupting into a brief but fierce argument before slowly disappearing into the distance.

But some of them are not worth her attention.

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"What's wrong with you, Salieri?"

Ever since he walked down the hallway, Hector had sensed that something seemed to be wrong with his fighting brother.

Every now and then he would stop abruptly, then stare at the wall or door, and then leave in disdain, and every moment he would repeat himself.

In the end, Hector almost forcibly dragged the experimental think tank out of the hallway, not wanting to lose face on the territory of the First Legion.

"What the hell is going on?"

Hector frowned.

"I ...... I ......"

Salieri, who had always been an eloquent man in his impression, stammered suddenly, and the psyker looked around for a moment before whispering.

"I seem to have felt it just now...... A strange aura was there, it seemed to call me, and I was very eager to go there, to respond to it, and even to surrender to it......"

"That feeling...... As they say, the connection between Astarte and the Primordial. ”

Hector raised an eyebrow, blinked, quickly revived his thoughts, and then turned his head to wander the hallway.

Finally, he patted Salieri on the shoulder and motioned for him to leave with him.

"Whatever happens, wait until we are down to earth before we talk about it and do it."