The mighty [Lion Sword] swept up a hurricane in the icy air, accompanied by the smell of bursting gunpowder and the stubborn smell of metal, leaving a shocking edge in mid-air.

The sharp edge sliced through the heads of at least five Randan warriors, and the tallest and ugliest opponents fell to the ground before they could even let out a painful snort, becoming a piece of flesh under the boots of the original genogen.

Johnson looked at his latest victory, and fell into a brief intoxication that did not even exist for a moment: the possibility of hunting, terminating, and taking away life and breath, and the joy of creating these pains and killings with his own hands made his turquoise pupils glow.

But in the next second, he was back to the unsmiling Lord of the Heroes, silence and alienation filling his face and heart again.

[Gather the team and move on!] 】

The Progenitor roared and ordered, the voice suppressed all the cacophony of the battlefield, and hundreds of the best Dark Sky responded to their Gene Father with silent killing and the lowest war cry in their throats, and the battle near the landing site lasted less than fifteen minutes, and in front of the Knight King and his most loyal attendants who went to the front line, the resistance of thousands of Randan warriors and slaves was like a stone thrown into the rolling waves, only the faintest splash.

The battle lines were slaughtered, the fortresses were pierced, and the heavy fire points and artillery positions that had suppressed the Astarte warriors were destroyed by a black hurricane: no one could resist Johnson's onslaught, his figure could not be captured by a single gun, the alien positions collapsed in the slaughter and fear he provoked, and behind him were the most desperate warriors, the Ninth Knights, the original guards led by the Grand Mentor of Arachos.

With the fall of the last of the Randan warriors, a wider expanse of land was cleared, and more drop pods and transport planes emerged from the gray sky, carrying more dark angels, and the most important heavy weapons and logistics.

From this moment on, the footsteps of the First Legion were completely trampled on this world, unshakable.

The Genogen of the First Legion stood on a blood-stained knoll, and when he looked up, he saw only a hazy mist in the distance.

Then he heard the sound of riding boots trampling on the sand.

[They are coming, Your Excellency, and more Randan troops are coming here from six sides. 】

Johnson didn't reply, he just turned his head slowly, looking at his psionic advisor who had never really settled down.

Her long hair was scattered, fine drops of sweat never seemed to disappear from her sideburns, and her turquoise pupils radiated a longing for destruction that he had never seen in her pupils before.

Something was wrong with her.

Johnson continued to look into the fog in the distance.

[Go on.] 】

He heard some shrill laughter.

Yes, Your Excellency. 】

[These six military fronts are not balanced, three of them have the soul of a complete Ran Dan alien, and the others are mixed. 】

[Especially the invading enemies on the right front, they are the most numerous and of the best quality, and even include thousands of noteworthy and powerful individuals.] 】

As if to confirm these words, Aracus stepped forward quickly and whispered to his lord.

"My lord, Coswayne reports that the sensors of the Indomitable Truth have detected an extremely dense signal source about 220 kilometers in front of us, and the signal feedback there is exactly the same as the command center of the Randan that we have recorded, Coswayne is concentrating the forces of the fleet for actual control of that airspace, and he is urging that at least two more terra standard hours will be needed to accomplish this goal."

At the same time, a simple map of the nearby area had been turned into a communication, teleporting from the Queen of Glory all the way to the receiver in the Lion King's ear, and the Genogen carefully observed the scene from the sky and pondered for a moment.

[Tell Coswayne that if at least thirty more companies are airdropped, the battle for air supremacy can be slowed down a little, as long as it is guaranteed that those aliens cannot provide their fire cover for the ground, and he will also put some energy near Mandeville Point, and ensuring control there is the focus.] 】

[Then, tell Astran that I will leave him all the artillery and half of the armor force, and until my new orders arrive, his task is to keep the place safe and delay the alien armies in other directions as much as possible.] 】

[Finally, gather the Ninth Knights and five hundred people, we need to split the front of the Ran Dan army on the right, and then advance about 100 kilometers to capture the fortress there, and then make the next move. 】

——————

The ranks of the Rand raiders splashed in the rolling yellow sand, and hundreds of black-armored Astartes surrounded these most powerful war beasts, crushing every Randan army column they encountered into crimson dust, while more warriors followed behind them, shaping strongholds to keep the area of control intact.

For hundreds of kilometers, they had walked about two Terra standards, and the intermittent encounters and ambushes filled every second, but they never stopped any of the Dark Angels until they reached their goal.

It was a fortress built on a hill, and it looked like a ruined palace, surrounded by hundreds of alien blasphemous cannons and tens of thousands of Randan warriors, thousands of muzzles and muzzles played a non-stop music of fire, so that even the bravest dark angels could not break through this near-perfect net of fire.

The most formidable force was thus held back by strong battlements, dense firepower nets, and trenches, and the elite Astarte warriors were forced to fight between the trenches and boulders, while the more visible armored forces could not even get close.

Finally, after cleaning another heavy fire point, looking at the dozens of white marks on the shoulder armor, the genetic prototype lost the only bit of patience.

Destroy it. 】

Johnson's fate was neither impatient nor furious, but it was full of a desire to kill, sending chills down the spine of the dark angels who approached him.

They didn't know who the order was for, but they soon knew.

[Yes, Your Excellency. 】

When the dark angels heard this response mixed with laughter, they were confused for a moment.

Both of these voices seem to be equally terrifying.

It's like two vicious chess players, ruling the fate of the chess pieces in endless rage and malice.

——————

Morgan breathed deeply, then let out a long sigh.

As her gaze sank into the purest and most merciless light of judgment, the souls rampaging through the realm of thought began to howl and flee in restlessness, their remaining wills as if aware of the impending calamity, but unable to do anything about it.

Morgan's will grasped them at will, and with a wave of her hand, tens of thousands of souls were gathered under her palm, and with her smile, her murmur, her psionic hand constantly kneading and grasping, these wailing souls were fused together in the toughest and most ruthless gesture.

It's as if molten iron flows into a mold, when the last moan of these souls disappears completely.

The gun appeared.

And everything is just a matter of a moment in the eyes of outsiders.

In the eyes of the Dark Angel and even Johnson, Morgan just clenched his fingers and gave birth to countless alarming wails of despair out of thin air, and then, an invisible spear that they could perceive but could not see was held high by her.

She whispered softly.

[Barbarism. 】

It seemed like some kind of prayer, as if it were some kind of mantra to unlock the power of the wilderness.

With a fierce sound, the [gun] broke away from Morgan's palm, like a swift thunderbolt, leaving a piercing roar in the sky above countless Randan aliens.

Almost instantly, the gun struck the hilltop fortress that was constantly spewing tongues of fire, and like a hurricane in the simplest of things, it did not explode or lift the walls, but rushed silently along the cracks and muzzles.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, an incomparably huge, crazy, hysterical cry that could be heard clearly by every dark angel even thousands of meters away, and even gave birth to a tragic wail of fear and compassion was suddenly remembered, it was thousands of aliens screaming in unison, it was thousands of aliens who were being slaughtered alive with their souls, and then died distorted and died in the slaughter without half mercy.

The sound was so loud and so miserable that even the battlefield was paused for a moment because of the unimaginable collective sorrow, even the sound of the wind stopped, and a different kind of dead silence hung over the battlefield, and everyone looked at the fortress that could no longer make any sound: the ugly face of the Ran Dan alien had been occupied by panic, and the dark angel's visor was full of fear and shock.

Until the next moment, before everyone present did not react, a black hurricane had returned to the fight.

[Attack! 】

The roar of the [Lion] awakened the sleeping legion, and all the dark angels raised their blades once more, and this time, they no longer had any scruples.

——————

The Randans are an ugly race, and their faces are unbearably ugly by the standards of any civilization in the galaxy.

At this time, the faces of these mountains of Ran Dan's corpses piled up in the fortress took on a whole new level of ugliness: the already unsightly faces mixed with the moment of death due to extreme pain and panic finally became a scene that Astarte longed to forget.

There were at least eight thousand Rankan warriors in the fortress, some of whom were comparable to Astarte, but now, they were all dead, dead at the same moment.

[You drained their souls? 】

Johnson crouched down and carefully examined the alien corpses beneath his feet, the Genogen's innate psionic perception told it that there was a different kind of emptiness in these corpses.

[Not really, Your Excellency. 】

With her back to the muzzle, Morgan's face was hidden in the already dark light, and the air around her even distorted slightly, telling of the powerful power of this psyker that must be controlled at all times, as Johnson was a psionic advisor, she was not busy building new defenses in all corners of the fortress like other dark angels, but that didn't mean she would be much easier.

Johnson always had questions waiting to be answered, and whenever he asked a question, he always needed the most resolute and quick answers, and even brief thoughts and hesitations exuded a certain odious and suspicious air in his eyes.

[I just shattered them.] 】

[Shattered the soul? 】

Johnson frowned, he had never known such knowledge.

[Yes, I used tens of thousands of souls or more on the battlefield to gather into a [gun], this gun carries these souls who have no self-knowledge, when it is shot into this fortress, it will explode, and countless souls will form an abrupt wave in the sea of souls, crushing these alien and fragile souls like a tsunami. 】

Genogen nodded, he didn't fully believe Morgan's words, but that didn't stop him from thinking about how this move could be used for him.

The genogen got up to leave, and Morgan followed him in silence, feeling a little relieved by the heavy burden of his own mind.

[Gun] is powerful, and its hit means the inevitable success of killing, even if it is a psyker, without foreknowledge in advance, it will only be another mourning spirit under its edge.

But [Guns] are also expensive, and [Savage Guns] are just the most ordinary of Morgan's ideas, but they still consume tens of thousands of souls.

But Morgan is not distressed, because [gun] means inevitable killing, and she herself can get new soul replenishment after killing, as for those fragile souls that are worn out during the shooting, these inferior goods can not really fill the rift in her heart, but will disturb the only remaining order in her kingdom of thought, only to increase her troubles, and their loss is naturally insignificant, even a good thing.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the battles with Ran Dan came and went in a hurry, and she didn't have time to choose, she didn't bother to eat these souls, in the past five years, although she had eaten hundreds of millions of souls, there was actually only so much that she could really use.

And the rest, it's nothing more than consumables.

Anyway, they were originally a bunch of aliens.

——————

[This move of yours can be developed.] 】

After reaching the balcony of the fortress, looking at the thick fog that still lingered in the distance, Johnson spoke slowly.

[Whether it is lightweight, taking the route of winning by numbers, or sacrificing a certain amount of preparation time to make it a sharp weapon that can snipe and even kill generals from a distance, you can and need to study it as much as possible, our war with Ran Dan always needs new strength, especially in terms of psionic energy. 】

A smile hung on Morgan's lips.

[In the realm of war, you are so gifted, Your Excellency Johnson. 】

[Nope.] 】

The Lion King briefly denied it.

[This is a universal talent, in each of my brothers, you can see them, we are the emperor's generals and commanders, we should be born to understand this, to be proficient in this. 】

Then, the genogen felt only an eerie silence behind him, followed by a sigh.

I'm afraid I can't agree with that, Your Excellency. 】

For, as I have said, the talent you have shown in the field of war is the best, the greatest, not one of the great I have ever seen. 】

Johnson turned his head slowly.

[Are you slandering the talents of my two brothers? 】

[I have no authority to do this, Your Excellency, and I am not qualified to judge the talent of the genotype. 】

[But I still stick to what I just said.] 】

Morgan's eyes were shining, and Johnson looked at them carefully, and he recognized them as symbolizing perseverance and sincerity, like the light of iceberg snow.

Because it's never a matter of talent, Your Excellency. 】

[It's a matter of attitude. 】

[It's a question of attitude, awareness, and giving.] 】

Johnson turned his head, and he was silent.

[I have no intention of discrediting anyone, but as I said, Lord Johnson. 】

[You have some of the most precious stars in the galaxy shining in your heart, but you have become accustomed to it, and you do not know how precious the sparkles, those silences, and those sacrifices in your heart are in this era when everyone is fanatically pursuing so-called honor and endless personal desires. 】

And I, having witnessed them. 】

[You are a well-deserved king in the world of war, and this crown is not given by birth, nor is it based on superior talent, because it is a crown forged with dedication, loyalty, and silent dedication without complaint, and belongs only to you. 】

You are worthy of it, Your Excellency. 】

——————

Morgan could hear Johnson's somewhat heavy breathing.

He didn't look at her again, only a tall, silent figure, his fingers seemingly tapping against the armor, unconsciously tapping.

Johnson's head was raised so high that Morgan could not see even the slightest front of it, he just stared at the layers of thick fog, breathing deeply, as if there was some priceless treasure there.

[Your Words...... It's an exaggeration...... Yes, exaggeration. 】

[Later...... Say less......]

I don't know why, Johnson's soft whisper seemed a little weak and hesitant, he turned around and walked quickly down the balcony, exuding a strange aura that no one could approach.

(End of chapter)