Confrontation.

unimaginable confrontation.

The sea of souls is roaring and boiling, like an ocean burning in a raging fire.

A [star] is dying, is falling towards its own death with great reluctance and resentment, this monster called the [Manipulator] is so terrible and powerful, every psionic in the galaxy is actively or forced to witness its final struggle, and those who are not firm or lucky enough are also involuntarily burning with the fall of this Ran Dan commander.

The death of the stars will never be silent, but the grandest madness, struggle and end, only the catastrophe of all the unfortunate.

And in the midst of this silent catastrophe, the war continues.

In the dark lands of the battle moon, between the shining and dark stars, on the decks and corridors of every warship of humanity and Randan, in the physical universe of reality, the war continues.

Tens of thousands of Astartes and Randan warriors battled in the massive steel coffins, crimson or blasphemous blood dancing with the neighing of swords.

More than two hundred of the greatest war engines battle each other in the cramped space of the Sabis system, filled with dim beams of electromagnetic energy, thousands of drones, and the deadliest of jumper torpedoes: each stuffed with Dark Angel veterans who have slain their way from Terra.

The arrival of the First Legion's main fleet did not collapse the army of the aliens, on the contrary, in this worst of circumstances, Ran Dan showed the reason why they were able to compete for galactic supremacy on an equal footing with the Human Empire: courage, determination, and the belief that death would be at home, and that they would be equally present and shine in these seemingly blasphemous aliens.

The battle will never stop until the last Randan alien's head is cut off, and every tactical core, every corridor, and even every room of every battleship will have to pay real blood.

Countless Randan warships launched wave after wave of near-suicidal attacks on the most dazzling [Invincible Reason], and some of them even hit the deck of the Glorious Queen, tearing off pieces of metal flesh before being completely destroyed.

And on the battleships that have been successfully jumped by the vanguard of the Dark Angels, the rounds of counter-charge and recapture battles have never stopped, and the Shura field of twisting blood and flesh is scattered in every corridor and every corner, and the last alien resisters will not hesitate to overload the battleship's reactor as a final counterattack to the fact of defeat.

The stars are bleeding, bleeding meaninglessly.

Under the almost frantic resistance of the Randan fleet, the main fleet of the empire could not make decisive progress for a while, and the two powerful fleets that were enough to level civilization and devour the world fell into a fierce war of attrition, allowing blood, attack and death to squander the hole cards in the hands of both sides little by little.

But despite this, any profound psyker can actually see that this war has lost all suspense, just waiting for the moment when the [Manipulator] completely burns his soul.

When that blasphemous star falls, the false images of the abnormal madness and bloody bravery that sustain the hearts of the Randan army will disappear, and they will be completely crushed to dust by the First Legion in a brief moment of confusion.

And now the only question is: how much blood will the First Army shed before that moment comes?

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Blood.

Invisible blood.

Morgan closed his eyes, only to feel a lot of blood running in front of his eyes.

They blended and outlined each other, merging into babbling streams and shallow rivers, and finally forming a blood-red lake, surrounded by the same scarlet blood mist, and there was no end in sight as far as the eye could see.

Morgan's eyes narrowed, her vision passed through the blood mist, and vaguely, she saw a torrent of white falling from the sky.

It was the skull, thousands of alien skulls, they had been washed of all flesh and fur, revealing only the whitest and distorted appearances, most of which were Ran Dan's skull, and some of the extraordinarily large and deformed ones were those that had not yet been discovered and recognized by the Imperial authorities.

Each of them means a soul that has been crushed or affected by Morgan.

In this moment, an instinct guided her, and she could hear the shrill laughter mixed with a bit of sincere vicious words.

You kill the enemy, but you use sorcery. 】

You seized the skull, but you did not use the blade. 】

You let the blood dry up. 】

[You make courage useless. 】

[You have desecrated the honor of death match with the method of witchcraft. 】

[You disturb the peace of the butcher in a twisted way. 】

Some guys are going to be angry. 】

[But............ Who cares about him? 】

The voice whispered, laughed, hissed, constantly disturbing her thoughts, urging her to use the most twisted force.

Morgan lowered his eyebrows, trying his best to control himself, resisting the almost irresistible force.

It was almost unimaginable before, but now the great feast had strengthened her, and Morgan could clearly feel that the echoes of those voices in her heart had weakened a little, a little indiscernible in her.

But it was enough to cheer her up.

With her thoughts, tens of thousands of skulls flew out of the pool of blood and streaked across the distant sky with a strip of white satin for Morgan to pick and choose.

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The bottom line.

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She remembered the word as countless wails passed her eyes.

She doesn't respect the word.

But she was in awe of it.

Morgan knew she needed to follow some kind of bottom line, even if it was for her own sake.

Some not-so-wonderful memories passed through her mind.

The tide of skulls was like a flock of migrating pigeons, obscuring the sky of the small half of the spiritual world, drawing the harshest white colors on the pitch-black background, and Morgan examined them carefully, and finally picked out a few.

The chosen skull was not distorted, in fact, they were human skulls, unfortunate individuals who had been enslaved by Ran Dan, and faintly, even wisps of golden souls could be seen wrapped around them.

Morgan's face darkened at the sight of the golden souls, and she thought of some bad memories, fragments of a moment of greed and long agony, and the golden greatsword slicing through her mind.

With a wave of her hand, she let the souls disappear into the endless vastness.

With all of this, she waved her hand and let thousands of skulls fall into the pool of blood once more.

The voice continued, still laughing, Morgan didn't pay attention to it, but immersed himself in one of his own ideas and designs.

She needs a weapon.

Based on these alien skulls and blood that come with the soul, she will get a [weapon].

Not now, though.

After all, in her plan, the tens of thousands of skulls, thousands of strands of blood, were completely insufficient.

She needs more.

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But before she can do that, she needs to solve other things.

The soul is devoured, the power is enhanced, but the thawing of memories also comes.

She was forced to see more things, things that happened before her consciousness was born, and she didn't even know who had crammed these fragments into her mind.

Eventually, she walked in.

And this time.

She looked up.

I saw only a golden glow.

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Involuntarily.

Morgan was trembling.

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【You should join us ......】

Voices of decay.

【You can join us~】

Sounds of joy.

You can join us. 】

Twisted sounds.

【You must join us!】 】

Voices of rage.

The roars of the gods reverberated above the stars, causing tens of thousands of kingdoms to collapse and hundreds of millions of beings to endure the devastation of the heavens in the farthest reaches of the world.

Like thunder, like torrential rain, like an unpredictable storm sweeping through the fragile village, in the blink of an eye, countless lives and wails were swallowed up.

The roar ignited, and the three thousand kingdoms fell into a river of blood, only to see the flesh and steel twisted together, from the burning wilderness to the end of the ruins, the butcher's knife raised, the mountain of corpses and the river of blood.

The distorted sound swept by, the king and the minister drew their swords against each other, the father and the son became bloodthirsty enemies, lies and deceit enveloped one peaceful kingdom after another, and the most brilliant civilization collapsed in a whispered sob.

When the words of decay are spoken, the nectar becomes maggots, and the wheat fields become thorns, and the miserable man can neither survive nor die, and out of the dead and silent city-state comes an endless army, which never ends, never ends.

The laughter of lustful pleasure resounds, beauty becomes ugliness, evil becomes good, the whip of greed, jealousy, slackness, and lust crackles in the most sacred temples, and everyone sings, and behind every ecstasy is a growing cry and emptiness.

This is the truth of the stars.

This is the sin of the world.

Invisible gods are gathered in the void, the stars that are high in the eyes of the world are trampled under their feet at will, the infinite will controls the rise and fall of thousands of civilizations and empires, and hundreds of millions of armies and believers die chanting their names just to give a glimmer of fun to the never-ending boring years of primordial sin.

No one can resist.

No one dared to resist.

Apart from......

[Needless to say. 】

He lifted his head.

He stood under the stars, in the midst of golden light.

He confronted the gods with silence, and the gods responded with endless laughter and persuasion.

[Why cling to this, everything is meaningless. 】

[Your strength, your future, why should you be confined to the humility of one race? 】

[Join us, the great game is the truth of all things in the world. 】

[The path of the gods has never been exhausted. 】

[Put it down, put it down, it's pointless.] 】

[Your ambition is nothing but a sad fantasy of a group of ignorant beasts, and all races in the world are meaningless and not worth any expectation. 】

You understand all this, don't you? 】

After all, you've been disappointed too much. 】

[So, why not give up and not compromise?] 】

[Unless ......]

The wild laughter of the gods grew more and more mad.

In this wave of wild laughter, that force slowly paced from the void.

Morgan looked at it.

It's like seeing yourself.

[Do you want to insist? 】

[Do you want to be delusional? 】

[You want to provoke! 】

You will suffer. 】

You will fail. 】

[You will be angry!] 】

You're going to die. 】

You will live. 】

Your heirs will rebel. 】

Your cause will burn. 】

Your thirst will be misinterpreted. 】

Your future will be eternal. 】

[Eternal war. 】

Eternal Fall. 】

[Eternal pain!] 】

[Now......]

Do you still want to do this? 】

For a moment, Morgan even thought he would see His hesitation, or retreat.

But actually, but what really happened was that her eyes were bright and her energy was focused, but she didn't catch the slightest wavering.

She just watched the man, the madman, the warrior, the god, slowly walk forward.

He stretched out a hand.

Hold it all tight without hesitation.

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[Let's get started.] 】