【Carmen...... Carmen ......】

[My child. 】

[My Carmen.] 】

【You......】

[Why do you always want to disobey my ......]

The great commander of the Randan rested on his throne of steel, curled up like a true, painful father.

In this merciless palace, the only ruler is the throne of the [War Commander], and in every inch of this supreme throne, the projection of the [Overlord] and every high-ranking warrior of Randan is crowded, symbolizing their life and strength.

They were like diamond-shaped crystals, glowing with pitch-black light, densely packed, occupying every inch of the walls and heavenly dome of this twisted hall.

In this way, in the arrogant and savage soul of every Randan warrior, there is the figure of [Battle Shuai].

It poured out its words into thousands of lenses, and fleets began to rampage, legions began to dance, and the world began to burn.

And above these tens of thousands of brutal warriors was the only blood red in the temple, which was the greatest and most wonderful crystal, and the proudest crop in the long life of [War Marshal].

It loves this crystallization like a craftsman loves his proudest crop.

But now, it's broken.

【My Carmen ......】

In its whisper, the noblest blood-red crystal fell to the ground, shattering to pieces, and the thousands of shattered black crystals were so bland compared to its brilliant and despicable death.

【Carmen ......】

It curled up, it screamed, it looked at the fallen proud creation, and let out a father's sorrow.

With this sorrowful roar, the supreme power of the [Manipulator] ran rampant in the ocean of spirits, like an eight-clawed spider venting its anger and violence, falling into endless pain in its own delicate web, and even the web that manipulated countless wills was also plunged into chaos because of this sincere sadness.

【My Child......】

[You make me sad......]

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"The sea of souls is rippling, and the souls and wills of all life in this galaxy are being affected, including our targets, our most important enemies, and our prey that must die."

"I don't know what it's all for, but it's the perfect moment."

The voice of the dark angel was like a land of early spring, thick and at the same time truly cold.

It was a vault underground, and its entrance was cleverly embedded in the cracks of several boulders, making it difficult for even the most cautious Astarte warrior to find without repeated search and attempts.

Pushing open the hidden door, through the narrow and dark corridor where no mortal can find a glimmer of light, and then turning through three dark sentinels and firepower points, you will come to the heart of this underground miniature fortress.

No one knows by whom, for, or when the building was built, but at this moment, it belongs to the Dark Angels.

And as for when it began to be owned by the First Legion, and what it was used, it was another unsolved mystery that was destined to be unanswered.

But none of this matters.

As the guide pushed open the final door, the group entered the secret room, a humble conference room, with a dozen dark angels scattered among the empty tables and chairs, and in the center of them, placed an eye-catching ...... Stuff.

Morgan looked at the twisted piece of flesh, an object that resembled a human brain, and a bit like a ball of yarn, and even looked like it was exuding life.

What is it? 】

"It's just a prop for a mission, and you can think of it as some kind of alternative atomic weapon."

"We seized this item while we were clearing an alien, and while we don't know exactly how it works, it's certain that it's a disposable weapon against psykers, with enough power to wipe out any sorcery alien."

"You can understand it as a nuclear weapon specifically used against psionics, its explosion did not occur in the physical universe, but in the spiritual realm, even if it is an alpha-level psionic, it is difficult to survive its direct attack, in order to get this weapon, we paid a huge price."

Morgan was silent for a moment.

What do I need to do? 】

The Dark Angel at the head laughed, his laughter hidden in the shadow of his hood.

"It's simple."

"You just need to detonate it."

"Directing the power of this bomb to the will controlled by Ran Dan's commanders, since it is so confident and arrogant in controlling so many souls directly, then we only need to release this seed of destruction in a place where the souls are dense, and it will be enough to devour it."

"The souls of its pride will be the death knell of its fate."

"And you, Ms. Morgan, are the most direct and important part of this plan, we need the power of you as an alpha-level psyker, and as for other things, you don't need to worry."

"You have shown sufficient control and cooperation in your previous operations, and given your excellent attitude, we will ensure your life, as long as you are not affected by the explosion."

[It's just life, not memory, right?] 】

"It's good for us to lose a little memory, and while everything here will be scrapped and destroyed after that, it's better not to have any memories of this place."

"It's for your own good."

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For a moment, looking at the dark angel in front of him, Morgan actually wanted to laugh.

She tried hard to hold back a smile.

And when she looked at the so-called think tank on the other side: a psychic of a dark angel, preparing a ritual to erase his memory, the power he had tried his best to gather at his fingertips even made Morgan feel extremely cute.

She smiled as a way to smooth out her almost irrepressible smile.

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[Last question, do you know that this time the target is a psyker, and if not, what do you use to guarantee victory?] 】

A smile appeared on the Dark Angel's face, and although Morgan could only see the bared teeth and the hooked jaw under the hood, she still felt the almost instinctive arrogance of the Angels of Death.

"It's true that we only determined the ability of Commander Ran Dan in a battle with Ran Dan's main landing army, so we will urgently find you, because we can't confirm the next step of the combat mission ourselves until we know Ran Dan's ability."

"To date, the types of Randan Warlords we know include, but are not limited to, powerful warriors, cunning wizards, pure commanders, or untouchables with special abilities."

"But no matter which kind of warlord comes here, there are enough means in this world to kill them."

"There's more than one [fortress], and there's more than one way."

"You don't need to know the rest."

"Now, then, let it all begin."

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"What are you thinking, Hector?"

The squad of the Second Legion temporarily stopped somewhere in the desert, and the two soldiers of the First Legion stood not far from them seemingly casually, sword blades.

The wind of Sabis IV blew on their faces, bringing with them a dry smell, and it was the afternoon, the hottest time in the desert, and even the air was constantly shaking as if it were burning.

Under this purest heat, even Astarte, who is hardly affected by the temperature, will inevitably feel a little irritable from the heart.

And Hecht's irritability was particularly intense.

After [she] showed an indisobedient smile, she left Hector, who had just been healed by her own psionic energy, and disappeared into the desert wind and sand with the dark angel.

Hector was left standing uneasily, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the two dark angels, fingers tapping unconsciously on the hilt of the greatsword.

Ajax stood there, confronting the two dark angels, and as for Salieri, the experimental think tank, who had felt an indescribable pain since its beginnings, was sitting on the ground, recovering on its own.

"It's like an explosion......"

He couldn't help but mumble to himself.

"Someone detonated something in the sea of souls......"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and fell into a new round of intense pain, even the inquiries of Chiron and Hector only made him shake his head.

It wasn't until the fledgling psyker was a little better off that the ancient warrior Chiron shifted his energy to another disciple who was visibly absent-minded.

"What are you thinking? Hecht? ”

"No...... It's nothing...... Excellency. ”

Hector shook his head, but with the blazing wind and sand constantly beating on his helmet, he soon realized that he didn't have much room to hide secrets in front of his teacher, at least not now.

"If you continue your vigilance and restlessness, the dark angels will probably come and interrogate you, my child."

Chron's voice was smiling, but also with a soft but irresistible majesty.

Hector was silent for a moment.

"Your Excellency Chron."

"I'm ......"

"You say ......"

When he looked up, he saw a strange battleship obscuring most of his vision, and he could even see countless artillery fires hitting the battleship, causing sound waves of explosions, but the battleship itself was unscathed.

But even so, through the web of shadows and war, Hector could see the tiny stars, the light and shadow cast in his eyes by the distant world through tens of thousands of years of travel.

"The stars always revolve around the bigger, greater stars, right?"

"Some of them aren't, they're unique."

Chiron touched his chin and pondered what his disciple was thinking, but soon, with a chuckle, he let go of the probing and let Hecht himself ask questions almost to himself.

"Then why do some stars choose to deviate from their position, they will insist on wandering in different directions, they will leave behind those stars around them, even if they have met again, but still choose to leave ......"

"Why is it so different...... It's not the same...... Incredible...... Say goodbye without saying goodbye......"

He muttered to himself, uttering words he couldn't believe.

"What the hell is going on......"

Chiron just listened, but after a while, he patted Hecht on the shoulder.

"Distressed thinking often leads to a cycle of self-doubt and wrong logic, Hecht."

"You actually have a better way."

“…… What? ”

This agile guy is now a little sluggish and slow.

"It's simple."

Chiron held out his hand and pointed at the surviving stars.

"Go ask them."

"The Matter of the Stars......"

"Only the stars themselves can answer."