[Carmen. 】

[Carmen! 】

[My child! 】

[Why don't you answer?] Why not respond? 】

[Why don't you reply to me!] 】

[My child! Speak! Tell me! What the hell happened to you! Why can't I feel your consciousness! Why do those weird fogs envelop your soul! 】

Don't believe them, don't believe any voice in your head! 】

I'm sorry, my child, that I have hidden something from you: don't trust them! Don't trust those voices! Whatever they promise you, don't care what they're urging you to do, ignore it! 】

[That horrible eyeball, everything that emanates from it is false, malicious, and those stupid fellows think they can benefit from trading with them, but you don't want to know what they have become in the end. 】

[So, don't believe them, my child, my Carmen!] 】

[Answer me!] Come back to me! I give you permission to abandon your mission, return to me, and leave your army and all those other fools behind! I'll take care of all the consequences! 】

[Carmen! Reply! Carmen! 】

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The anxious words tore through the limitations of time and space like sharp arrows, and went straight from the distant Randan Battle Moon to the burning bridge of the Sabis IV star, they were so dense and so prioritized that even the overall coordination of the Randan fleet made a lot of mistakes to make way for these words.

These large sections of anxious requests and orders were shattered and reversed in the rapid transmission, but they still maintained their general meaning, and it only took them almost an instant to cross the ocean of soul and consciousness, and finally rushed to the consciousness of [Overlord Carmen], ready to break through the crimson fog that lingered around the Zandansamurai.

But in the next second, with an almost emotionless mocking laugh, they disappeared into the last step of the difficult mission, and even the arrogant Ran Dan Commander himself could no longer find them.

There was only laughter in the air, a cold sound that was neither arrogant, nor huge, nor merciful.

——————

[That's interesting......]

[Even the most filthy beings are in some ways nobler than the greatest. 】

[Although "noble" is meaningless. 】

【……】

[So it seems...... Emotions are something common to intelligent beings, and it doesn't change whether it's a damn alien or a kinder of the same kind that can tolerate it a little. 】

[Then those who have given up on it...... And for what? And how? 】

Morgan smiled, grasping the wisp of communication.

This naturally vicious soul was muttering to herself, constantly refining and conceiving her own perception of the world, and every example in her vision would plunge her into a very brief moment of thought, and in the countless times she had determined one thing after another.

But none of this is in the way of business.

She rubbed her fingers delicately, and the words of countless thoughts and infinite love, mixed with commands, hopes and supplications, were completely reduced to ashes.

Morgan didn't care what kind of affection the so-called father had for his son Carmen, and she didn't care what it was doing to send this sacrificial message.

But since it was passing through its own range, there was no reason why she shouldn't add some plug to the damn alien.

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

She felt a hint of happiness, or was it a hint of pleasure?

She couldn't tell them apart, but it didn't matter.

She didn't hate the fleeting feeling.

——————

A sergeant of the Dark Angel stood in the center of the bridge, and in front of him was the command center of the mortal defenders, as well as auxiliary mechanisms such as medical positions and communication rooms.

This vital transportation hub was originally guarded by 25,000 mortals and seven dark angels, but under Ran Dan's rounds of wear and tear and offensive, when those alien real pure-blood main legions were finally put into the front line, there were only more than 10,000 mortals left, and five dark angels who could stand, hold on, and fight to the death against these blasphemous aliens.

But even so, it was still a battle that could not be shrouded by the naked eye of a mortal, and the battle of tens of thousands of warriors was far more terrible, more vivid, and more cruel than the pale numbers and descriptions.

Crimson fires and dark purple waves of light continued to appear throughout the battlefield, each of which meant the evaporation of hundreds of lives, or the collapse of a fortified fortress.

In the line of hundreds of trenches and passages, a grand feast of light is manifesting, and countless soldiers and officers have put their lives to sustain this bloody feast of flowing water, just to keep the sound of artillery fire and tearing as long as possible to the next second.

Ran Dan's army was advancing, they once numbered tens of thousands, able to launch wave after wave of attacks arrogantly, but now, there were only thousands or even hundreds of soldiers constantly biting at the countless holes in each line of defense, looking for a good opportunity to break through.

The human legions are also attacking, countless warriors rushed out of the trenches almost frantically, the fear of the tall body and ugly face of the alien has been completely covered by the scarlet eyes, the almost suicidal counter-charge spontaneously appears on countless fronts, every time Ran Dan's sharpness is stained with human blood, they always have to pay something, just like that, all kinds of corpses are inadvertently piled up, shedding a gurgling waterfall of blood.

Both sides were bleeding, both were losing, both sides were continuing this bloody gamble with unreasonable courage and madness, the stakes were one life after another roaring towards the enemy's ranks, and they, they, all of them, fell like a tower of collapsed coins, scattered without a trace.

Perhaps only the endless laughter of the gods, which is barely noticed by anyone in the clouds, in the wind, can explain why such a kingdom of Shura came to the world.

——————

But even so, the Sergeant of the Dark Angel did not move his position, he stood in the center of the bridge, serving as the last line of defense, and the only line of defense against the dangerous man beside him.

And after another round of intense artillery fire rang out in a noticeably closer place, another question rang in his ears.

Are you sure you want to stay here? 】

[Your comrades-in-arms are struggling to hold on, they are suffering under several times the disadvantage, they are ruthlessly drowned in the tide of aliens, they can't hold their battle line, this is not a matter of ability, but a matter of reality. 】

So, are you sure you're still here?] 】

The Dark Angel didn't seem to be listening at all, and Morgan didn't really convince at all, she even yawned lazily, and while most of the Angel of Death's energy was focused on the approaching battle, she relaxed her limbs and leaned on the anti-psionic devices that made her [painful], lazily sensing where the four flickering points of light behind her were.

She didn't have to lie to him, as her senses would faithfully feed back everything as they walked the battlefield ahead.

She watched the battle as if she were watching a play without a sound or script.

She saw what had happened within these two Terra standard hours, she saw the human front slowly crumbling, she saw more and more souls belonging to the Rankan warriors begin to flash across the battlefield, from tens to hundreds, to thousands, until they completely surrounded a dark angel.

It was a battle with great disparity, without any fairness or hope to speak of, and the battle columns of the Ran Dan warriors disappeared one after another, and each time the blade slashed, it would take away the lives of several or even a dozen aliens.

But in Morgan's presence, the encircled Dark Angel was also weakening, and all his breakouts and tactics were worn out by Randan's endless numerical superiority, which was also hindering the arrival of other reinforcements.

Although his swing was still sharp and his steps were still steady, it was impossible for him to strike without paying some price, and after nearly an hour of confrontation and attrition, on top of the corpses of the Ran Dan warriors piled up into a small mountain, the warrior who did not say a word finally pulled something in his hand.

Then, an extremely violent point of light appeared in Morgan's field of vision, and as it slowly faded away, all traces of the duel disappeared without a trace.

Morgan watched as the entire front of Zandan's battle line was torn open of thin air, and then she turned her gaze to the other side, where there was also a duel.

Three dark angels, three times as powerful and powerful.

But their situation is even worse, and even dangerous.

——————

Blood flowed from his forehead and into Lieutenant Andrews's eyes.

He wasn't sure what was going on, he could only look for the fragments from his shattered memories.

The black cave that appeared out of thin air, Ran Dan's most elite [Overlord] came out of it, and it was also from that moment that the situation was completely out of control.

As the explosion rang out in the communicator, he knew he had lost another fighting brother.

No, it's two.

Andrews looked up at the palm of the only remaining Randan [Overlord], which was clutching a blood-soaked Astarte helmet, whose owner had fallen at the alien's feet.

And behind [Overlord Carmen], there are ten corpses of [Overlord] lying horizontally, which is the price to pay for letting one Dark Angel fall and seriously injure two Dark Angels.

Andrews breathed nervously, this looked like the end of a pyrrhic victory, they still had two fighters, and Ran Dan only had one [Overlord], but he knew very well that things were not so simple.

He had realized all of this since the Overlord had not hesitated to cut off the head of the assistant officer beside him.

"It's a duel, you idiot, it shouldn't be interrupted by anything......"

Carmen muttered to herself, breathing in the blood-soaked air almost in enjoyment, before she picked up her long knife and reached for her right arm.

A great battle, certainly worth remembering.

Another scar was cut off, and just like that, eight scars were neatly scattered on its two arms.

Then, it lowered its head, but let in the corners of its extremely open mouth.

Andrews heard a laugh, one of the craziest voices of all.

"Hehehe...... Hahaha...... Hahahahahahahaha ”

When the xenomorph lifted its head again, the ugly head had somehow been contaminated with blood, its teeth colliding with its tongue and muttering.

"Blood Sacrifice Blood God ......"

"Cranial sacrifice!"

It roared and rushed up.

Once again, the battle began.