【Warriors! 】

[This is a heaven-sent opportunity, and it is favored by the gods. 】

[Here, in this galaxy, we will wipe out a formidable adversary for our great race. 】

This will be the most important day of our lives! 】

[Countless fronts will be victorious because of our actions, and countless compatriots will be glorified because of our courage. 】

[Our achievements will be sung from this slim galaxy all the way to our greatest and most eternal home planet, so that all human beings will bow down and tremble in the face of our might! 】

【Warriors! Warriors! Follow my footsteps through this portal, the battlefield, the great heaven where we take everything! 】

There is no doubt that we will get this victory, and we will get infinite glory. 】

[But I have no intention of deceiving you, my most loyal and mighty warriors, it will also be a difficult victory, among us, there will be death, there will be sacrifices, there will be unfortunate people who will not be able to witness the moment when the gods will bathe the light of victory on its body, everything is possible, and the victim may be you, me, any of us warriors. 】

[But I know, we all know that the possibility of death and loss will not stop us, nor will it break our will, we have faced stronger, even invincible opponents, but we never give up!] 】

[We never gave up! 】

We have never been afraid! 】

[So! We have never failed! 】

[This is the nobility of the bloodline of our race! 】

[This is the proof that our empire is favored by the gods!] 】

[This is our fate: to destroy the rotting corpse empire that is trying to resurrect from the dead!] Destroy those fragile, arrogant humans! The galaxy belongs to us! It's just us! Forever ours! 】

[Look at this powerful military array!] These war beasts that once served humanity have been driven by us! And the most powerful and advanced weapons on the home planet are also in the hands of you and me, warriors, before today, you have been rampant for decades, without encountering an opponent, and after today, your glory will also be sung by all your compatriots, until one after another! 】

[Now! Keep up with me, we will accomplish the greatest cause, we will kill the endless hunger and arrogance of the Soul Drinker, we will snipe the souls of the human commanders with the most powerful weapons, we will make them collapse, disintegrate, and die, and this is their end! 】

[Follow me!] 】

[This glorious day has come!] 】

——————

The Zandan front in the east was the fastest to advance.

A thousand dark angels did not hesitate at all, they relied on the fortress and bunker of Randan that they had just captured, and began to organize their defenses, although the weapons in the hands of these Astartes could not cause damage to those strange Titans, but they could do other things: Randan did not only dispatch these Titans who came back from the dead, in the huge shadow of the seventeen twisted behemoths, hundreds of Randan elites were moving forward at a high speed, they braved the dense firepower network of the Dark Angels, and they were desperate to advance.

Casualties were not long in coming, whether it was the Dark Angel or the warrior of Randan, and people fell to the ground and swallowed their last breath silently, blood pouring from their heads and chests, moistening the parched earth.

(I've changed it here.,A thousand dark angels still killed a lot of people.,Only five or six hundred are left.,Otherwise, this plot is too bug.。 ）

And Morgan was just chanting in a low voice.

[Banshee.] 】

She called softly, and the carefully selected souls emerged from her realm of thought, circling around her fingertips, converging into another [gun].

Unlike the [Savage Spear] that Morgan used to destroy the defenders of the fortress before, this [Banshee Spear] was specially designed: [Barbarism] is just a benchmark, the most ordinary and featureless, and it is made by grabbing the soul at will.

The [Banshee] is the enhanced type, and the silver-haired Spider Queen selects those special alien souls, most of which are powerful wizards, and she gathers these souls together to have the [Banshee Spear], and the purpose of this [gun] is also very obvious: it is specially born to snipe those psionics.

Morgan spat out the incantation, and four [Banshee Spears] surrounded her, and she stretched out her pale fingers to point at the invading enemy to the east.

[Shoot.] 】

Four invisible blades unsheathed together, setting off a monstrous wave in the ocean of mind and soul, and in the next instant, countless wails and deliverances came from the bodies of these twisted beasts, and she listened to the enslaved psionics finally stop their never-ending sorrow and fall into the heavenly kingdom constructed by eternal tranquility.

With this relief, the two Marauder-level Terra and the two War Dog-level Titans deployed by Ran Dan in the east also stopped in unison, and these giant beasts that had been forcibly summoned back to the battlefield lost their false souls and stood in place, becoming statues without a trace of threat.

Their flesh began to fall off, disintegrate, and finally fall to the ground like decaying cliffs, and even these long-corroded steel creations finally could not resist the pull of gravity, staggering, collapsing, billowing smoke and flames from their long-dead bodies, marking the belated death of the god's machine.

But Morgan was in no mood to appreciate all this, because even as she had obliterated the enemies of the East, there were already more opponents coming from the remaining three directions, and she watched the dozen or so blasphemous Titans move inexorably in her direction, crushing all the ruins and wreckage, and she saw the swift figures of the War Dogs, Wolves, and Marauders rushing at the forefront, their footsteps continuous, making all the lands groan with overwhelming burdens.

Three directions, ten units.

In addition to this, there is also a twisted warlord-class Titan in each direction, and one of them is even an alpha-class variant specially modified by Mars, and it is clear that they are the martyrs of the [Death of the Hundred Machines].

Thankfully, they're dead, they've lost most of their power as god's machines, and now they're just huge flesh shields that they've been forcibly pulled up and driven, not those that can shock the battlefield.

Otherwise......

Morgan's expression was a little hideous.

In her field of vision, twenty-six of the darkest fires were converging, and while they weren't symbolizing the devastating glow of a giant bomb, a volcano, or a laser blaster, it exuded a unique horror: it was Randan's radioactive electromagnetic bombardment lightwaves, a blasphemous technology that the Empire had not yet fully deciphered and resolved.

The silver-haired girl didn't have time to think before a myriad of psionic rays converged on her fingertips and flowed into her scepter, which she slammed into the ground, a shield thick enough to be felt with the naked eye obscuring most of the area around her.

Almost the next moment, an overwhelming beam of pure black energy rushed towards her, devouring everything that was in front of them, whether it was the fortress, the hills, or the dark angels who had not had time to be protected, their armor turned to gray in an instant, their pupils didn't even have time to panic, their throats didn't even have time to scream, the flesh and armor merged into scattered dust, and disappeared into unstoppable energy.

The devastating force slammed into Morgan's net, like a raging wave, constantly smashing against the towering cliff.

World shaking.

All at once.

In a row.

Go from bad to worse.

Shout at the top of one's lungs.

In the end, immobile as a mountain.

Until the pure black energy dissipated, Morgan's net was only half worn out.

She roared, roaring endlessly in the ocean of souls, all her will and spirit being forcibly crushed to grab the right souls and gather them into the most powerful and suitable weapons.

[Banshee's Spear], a full ten.

When they appeared around Morgan one after the other, even the completely non-psychic dark angel could feel a trace of decay enveloping her.

[Shoot! 】

Her voice was sharp.

Then, ten more puffs of wolf smoke ignited.

Until this time, there were three resurrected Titans, three warlords who had risen from the dead, their bodies tens of meters high stood on the ground, like immortal demon gods, and under the feet and around these creations, more and more Ran Dan warriors had rushed to the front of the Dark Angel's position, and fierce hand-to-hand combat broke out in the ruins.

And the assault on Morgan was much more than that: hundreds of Randan fighters swarmed out of the four portals with their twisted wings, scrambling to pounce on the scourge that Dread Randan legion.

She must die.

Morgan bit the tip of her tongue and regained some loose will, her gaze wandering over the belliels of the warlord-tier titans: if she remembers correctly, the plasma reactors that drove them were there, and the so-called heavy armor wasn't a big problem for her.

The blue-blue pupils had been filled with outright murderous intent.

She stretched out her hand and squeezed it fiercely, and a roaring storm roared out of the air, tearing the dozen or so Randan fighters rushing to the front to pieces.

Then, she groaned, and more and more abilities began to converge on her fingertips, distorting even the air that reached into the sky.

——————

The battle lasted thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes of nightmares.

The army of Randan is endless, hundreds of Randan fighters and multiplied Randan warriors are pouring out of the huge portal, they have no scruples, no fear, and even no evasion, with the most fanatical attitude, scrambling to pounce on the net intertwined with psionic energy and explosive bombs.

Burning alien engines were torn to shreds in the storm, blazing steel distorted every inch of the sky in view, and black swarms of devouring locusts stained the desert with the darkest colors, pouring blasphemous blood in the light of fire and explosions.

Almost every second, the Dark Angels die, and every second, they kill more, even several times as many enemy troops, unimaginable firepower pours out of the weapons in their hands, cleaning up Randan's ranks, destroying Randan's armor, and what's more, those unrecognizable special guns shoot into the air, tearing the unlucky Randan's fighter alive.

They resisted, killed, died, and became numb until the last loud bang came.

Morgan was bleeding, her pupils were bleeding, and that was the price of this abrupt victory.

The last warlord has also fallen.

She gasped violently, feeling a rare dilemma surrounding her: this wasn't Wollaston, this wasn't the occasion for her to prepare a few Terra standards and calmly tear those ships apart.

She instinctively felt that it wasn't over yet.

Her eyes were fixed on the massive portals, waiting for something more terrifying inside, but almost in the next moment, she sensed something.

Wrong!

She raised her scepter, instinctively gathering strength, but it was already a little too late.

The fallen Titans suddenly burst out with unimaginable power, the power of psionic energy, and the power she had never seen before.

At the moment when even the genetic prototype could not react, these energies exploded, and the silk threads from their shock were intertwined into an invisible spiritual net in the blink of an eye, completely trapping Morgan in it.

In the eyes of the dark angel, she just stood there, but in the ocean of souls, she had nowhere to go.

A frenzied roar rang out in the battle lines of the Randan, and more and more of the Randan's warriors seemed to hear some kind of call, and they rushed forward desperately, pounced on every dark angel they could find.

Behind these fanatical victims, hundreds of strange Ran Dan warriors gritted their teeth, drew a dagger engraved with strange runes at the same moment, and stabbed at their own scarred neck.

——————

Morgan forced himself to calm down.

She reached out her psionic tentacles and launched them in all directions, but they were all frustrated: for a short time, her soul could not decipher the trapped beast's cage.

The sound of the fierce battle sounded in her ears, but Morgan didn't have the heart to care, and her soul seemed to be drifting away from her body involuntarily under the effect of this strange web of psionic energy.

Everything is under control.

She thought so.

But in the next second, something strange happened.

Hundreds of Randan warriors rushed in, their souls controlled by unique secret methods, maintaining terrifying lethality and action.

There was no confrontation, no words, and the psionic killers let out oozing screams and rushed to pounce, while behind them, others held aloft soul instruments that emitted the darkest light, making Morgan feel that his psionic energy was being suppressed in the slightest.

She frowned, and with a wave of her hand, the invisible blade turned into a wave of harvesting life, and in an instant, countless Ran Dan soul killers were wiped out.

But in the next second, their souls were absorbed by those strange instruments, and they burned completely, making the darkest light more and more prosperous.

Morgan even felt a little strained.

Her pupils lit up.

She shouted angrily, and the whirlpool, hundreds of meters high, rampaged through the sea of souls, strangling the last of the Ran Dan killers, crushing them to ashes one by one.

Until only the last one remains.

Until it's already a stone's throw away.

At this time, those strange instruments completely converged in the palm of the alien shape, turning into a pure light, and Morgan looked at it and felt an inexplicable jealousy.

The last alien swooped down on her.

She struggled to raise her hand and shot out deadly psionic energy.

Then, she saw the smile.

It was a crazy, relieved, fearless, even somewhat mocking smile.

Without hesitation, the last of the Randan killers pounced on her devastating soul beam, successfully blocking the last of its obstacles before its own soul was torn to shreds, and with a final wail, the light finally pierced Morgan.

Deviated.

But not completely biased.

An undetectable opening appeared inadvertently on Morgan's arm.

At that moment, all souls could hear the almost hoarse, furious and violent scream, a song of pain, fear, and madness.

In that moment, the will in that light invaded Morgan's brain, invaded her.

She saw it.

She saw everything.

Destroy.

Treachery.

Depraved.

Rage.

Crazy.

Remorse.

Killing.

Falsehood.

Catastrophe......

She saw everything

She forgot everything.

She understood everything.

She gave up everything.

She heard the long laugh, the craziest long laugh that never ended.

She struggled, roared, cried, and fought......

In the end, at the end of everything, she just, screaming.

——————

[You guys! 】

[Both! 】

[Dead !! 】

——————

The highest scream exploded in the whirlpool of the sea of souls, and a dark angel with a slight psychic energy involuntarily raised his head, and then, he froze in place.

Even if he confronted his own original body and the emperor, he could not compare it to what he saw.

The Emperor is above, what is that, what is that...... Monster......

Indescribable, unbelievable, unacceptable, incomprehensible......

So huge, so numerous, so crazy, so abomination......

He, he saw it......

——————

What do you see? 】

Johnson asked.

And his offspring, his surviving, loyal, unfortunate offspring, only struggled to recall, and then began to tremble unconsciously, bow his head, and stiffen his limbs.

"Father's ......"

"I really...... Forget, don't remember anything. ”

Johnson lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

It was the twelfth person he had asked today, and the twelfth that he had heard the exact same answer.

He knew that his son had not lied to him.

——————

[Couss. 】

"Your Excellency."

[Find a world for me, a world of death, a little remote, without any trace of civilization, but also a forest, a vast forest, and the most ferocious beasts. 】

"Yes, sir."

"You're ......"

Johnson's eyes flashed with a hint of danger.

[Nothing. 】

[I was just thinking that maybe it's time for what she calls a real training session with my psionic advisor. 】

(End of chapter)