The crimson star fell from the sky, like the cloudy blood and tears of the gods who had escaped from the world.

For the battle situation faced by the Seventh Rank of the Death Guard, a mere hundred Dark Angels were not a force that could turn the tide, after all, it was not a stronger opponent that trapped the Sons of Motarian, but a flood caused by the absolute disparity in numbers.

An absolute slaughter was going on on on the shriveled surface of the nameless world: some five thousand soldiers belonging to the Fourteenth Legion stubbornly stood in the landing positions they clutched, their armor not painted, but a yellowish grayish-white color, with only some shoulder armor painted with dark green spray paint.

And behind them was their way of breaking through the Void Shield and landing: a battleship that crashed directly into the ground.

This was the method in which the Pale King of Barbaros tore apart Galaspa's anti-aircraft fire, and it is clear that many of his descendants were impressed and convinced by this method.

These Astarte warriors who are constantly aiming and firing are the lone star in the moonlit night, the springs in the desert, the reef islands in the ocean, and the endless waves of the dead on the periphery of their impregnable positions: this hive has killed and manipulated billions of the world's population, some powerful psionic alien drives these cold corpses through unimaginable spells, and draws a vast amount of nourishment from their broken life instincts.

These damn xenomorphs remotely controlled this fearless army of fearless defenses one after another flocked to the Empire's defenses, and at the same time maintained a strange psionic void shield through countless psionic devices, making the orbital bombardment of the Imperial fleet play a negligible role, and often a huge salvo can only solve a few dozen or even millions of walking corpses, which is a drop in the bucket for the pressure of ground forces.

In this case, the war has lost all skill and artistry, and even the most elite Astartes can only accept a never-ending slaughter: the driven corpses are endless, their shriveled heads only have pale round eyes that glow uncomfortably, and although these emaciated brainless walking corpses have no strength or fighting skills to speak of, when millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of walking corpses all carry the energy to explode themselves, Rushing to the Empire's positions from all directions, even the most seasoned son of Mortarian could only pull the trigger numbly, hastily, and without stopping for a moment.

The Death Guards fought in silence, they didn't have a battle cry, it was a gift from Mortarian, every time millions of walking corpses fell, only one or two flawed sons of Barbaros were drowned in the non-stop tide of corpses, and there was a hint of instinctive shouts from the communicator, but despite this, everyone was silent, their silent fighting, silent advancing, silent slowly grinding out a passage shaped by pure flesh and blood in the tide of the dead, Step by step towards victory.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

This kind of war of will and tenacity is a waste for any shrewd Astarte officer, and any legion, in the face of such a tug-of-war, will instinctively send out its own assault squad, either to destroy the psionic strongholds that support the Void Shield and let the fleet's wrath burn the earth, or simply hit the xenomorph's lair and end this pointless war once and for all.

But for Garrow at this point, these were some illusory illusions, as there was no place in the arsenal of the Death Guard's Legion for assault and tactical squads, and Motarian was committed to raising each of his heirs to be heavy infantry for any situation, and fighters and jetpacks were the only options that would appear when they were cornered.

With the exception of a handful of specialized areas, most of the Death Guards are pure warriors and can handle a variety of combat situations: and because of this, their victories speak for themselves.

Perhaps one more Terra standard will run over the alien lair with all its might, and even if things don't go so well, the support fleet on the way will ensure victory in the battle: only before a few more drops of blood are shed.

This is how the Death Guard is victorious, and while the sons of Mortarian are not always so stubborn, the tenacity symbolized by stubbornness is their greatest pride in the face of a battle that can only rely on blood and courage.

But for Garo, even a drop of the blood of the fighting brothers is worth the effort and compromise.

So, the army of the Dark Angels descended from the sky, like a ray of light piercing the dawn, and landed precisely at the location of the largest and most important Void Shield generator: in order to find this device, Morgan searched the surface of the entire world three times with psionic energy, and it was indeed very secretive, no wonder the death guards never found it.

Before the hatch even opened, countless walking corpses had already pounced, but then, the most manic wave of psionic energy swept through countless mountains and ruins in an instant, and even Garo, who was thousands of miles away, couldn't help frowning: as a death guard, he had rarely seen such an arrogant and domineering psionic storm.

But the effect was good: after only a few minutes, the Void Shield, which had enveloped most of the world, gradually disintegrated with a roaring explosion, and with the disappearance of this obstacle, the Imperial fleet, which had been waiting in vain in orbit, was reactivated in an instant, and thousands of guns rushed to pour out tongues of fire, and the balance of war changed in an instant.

Garo watched all this quietly, he gathered his team, ready to concentrate on preparing for the next decapitation, he didn't have any knots in his heart for the help and exploits of the Dark Angel, for the commander of the Seventh Battle, his main concern now was the meaning of this victory: this was one of the last alien strongholds in this sector, and with the recovery here, the alien named [Druon] was left with only the last lair.

They are about to be judged by the Empire: a new addition to the illustrious resume of his Genetic Father, and nothing says more about Motarian's accomplishments of the Great Expedition than the burned-out Alien Empire.

But before that, he still needs to put some thought into entertaining these surprise allies.

After all, for the Death Guard, a witch ...... Psyker Visitor.

That's rare.

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On his flagship, Garrow officially and ceremoniously hosted the two leaders from the First Legion, and the Death Guards even held a miniature military parade as a sign of respect and gratitude.

When they first met, the battle company commander discovered an interesting detail: the [Soul Drinker], who was the mortal advisor of the legion, actually walked in front of Zahariel, who was the company commander of Astarte, and the latter was not reluctant.

It seems that the mysterious interior of the First Legion is more interesting than he thought.

"Thank you for reaching out, battle brothers from the First Legion, for helping to make this fight so smoothly to a smooth end."

This was Garro's heartfelt words, and without the intervention of the First Legion, he might have to pay a few Terra standard hours and the lives of dozens of his fighting brothers to end the battle once and for all: this is still the most optimistic estimate.

The commander of the battle company stepped forward, shook hands with the two leaders of the First Legion, greeted them, and the conversation took place in a brisk and serious environment, Galo kept a straight face, but also watched the two visitors without stopping: he quickly confirmed that Zaharel was a qualified warrior, and Morgan was in a more interesting state, and her efficiency and ability in her bones could not be concealed by her charm and kindness.

Frankly, Garo admires this kind of efficient character who can make everything go smoothly and without being annoying.

So, as they walked through the corridors of the battleship, and Morgan's conversation quickly shifted to some of the big and small things happening in intelligence and the galaxy, the battle company commander talked about almost everything as he could.

"Yes, the storm, the subspace storm, even if you look at history, there are few subspace storms of such intensity in the galaxy, and now it is called [Howl of Despair]."

"The storm swept through almost half of the galaxy, its waves could be felt from Otlama to Holy Terra, thousands of fleets were said to have lost contact in the storm, and even dozens or hundreds of inhabited galaxies were lost in the storm, and until now not even a single star has been heard."

"And what can be confirmed is that this storm is related to the Randan aliens, they set off this storm and took the opportunity to launch a large-scale offensive, and thousands of galaxies have fallen."

By the time Garrow told him all this, Morgan's brow was furrowed.

[So much has happened in two Terra Standard Days?] 】

"Two Terra Standard Days?"

This time, it was Garo's turn to frown.

"Ms. Morgan, that subspace storm called Howl of Despair was a full six Terra standard months ago."

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In the midst of the anxious questions and answers that followed, Zaharel, who had been listening to the sidelines, suddenly understood two questions.

First, although the subspace counters on their ships had only traveled about two Terra standard days, they had indeed been floating in the turbulence of the subspace for a full six Terra standard months, and it was clear that the chaotic subspace had once again shown its chaotic side.

Maybe in the Dark Angel Legion, they already belong to the fallen in battle?

Zaharel couldn't help but think so.

And then, as Commander Garo recounted the words that had come from the front line little by little, Zaharel suddenly remembered Morgan's words.

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[If I'm not mistaken, the First Legion is in trouble right now, and if they hadn't been in trouble - then the situation would have been even worse.] 】

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Now, Zaharel understood.

Obviously, at that time, Morgan had already detected Ran Dan's role in this abrupt catastrophe from the strangeness of the storm fragments, and the wise lady naturally thought further:

Since he has spent his energy to set off a storm of such a scale, is Ran Dan's next step to obediently continue to shrink?

Obviously, this huge alien empire will take advantage of the damage of the human empire and pour out: this may even be all the power of the Randan Empire, the strongest and final blow of this powerful and brutal alien regime.

Thinking of the position of the front line between Ran Dan and the Empire, there are only two possibilities for the first wave to suffer this attack: either the First Army is firmly held in the northeast, once Ran Dan's spearhead is pointed at Johnson's army, then the rest of the Empire will be safe, and the blood of the Dark Angel will defend the entire galaxy.

On the contrary, if Ran Dan's all-out blow did not smash into the First Legion, then their only remaining target would be the northern front of the Human Empire, you must know that although the Eleventh Legion in charge of this front played a triumphant song, it had not sent back news for a long time.

In retrospect, the silence seems to exude some kind of eerieness.

After all, you know, behind the Northern Front is ......

"Randan's army has broken through part of the northern defense line, and its vanguard has even been infested in the solar star field, obviously, their target is the Holy Terra, the Dark Angel Legion has withdrawn their defense line in the northeast of the galaxy, and the Terra government is concentrating all its forces to hold the last line of defense outside the solar star field."

[It seems that Ran Dan has found the point of the problem. 】

Morgan's voice was soft but sure.

Although the hegemony of the Lord of Mankind now spans the entire galaxy, in a sense, the extremely powerful Human Empire is nothing more than a [Floating Sand Empire], once the core of the Holy Terra is removed, the seemingly powerful and noisy galactic hegemony will collapse in an instant, even if it does not die immediately, the Emperor's kingdom will only be left with its last breath.

Ran Dan saw this, and these cunning hegemonic chasers knew very well that this might be their last chance.

Under this resolute madness, the countless colonies, fortresses, and outposts planted by the Human Empire in the northern part of the galaxy were completely destroyed almost overnight, and the alien hegemony that was enough to dominate the galaxy sacrificed its life to tear through countless void moats all the way to the true core area of the Human Empire, allowing the flames of war to ignite wantonly in these priceless anointed places.

[In that case, then why don't you go to the Sun Star Domain, whether it is the Shadow Moon Blue Wolf or the Death Guard, they are the forces that the Human Empire needs at this time. 】

In the face of Morgan's questioning, Garo just shook his head helplessly.

"We haven't received any orders, either from the Emperor or from Terra."

"And, even if we wanted to, we would have to deal with these psionic aliens called [Druan], a race whose vicious spells were distorting the security of the subspace shipping lanes in several nearby sectors, fueling the frenzy of the subspace storms, and if we didn't destroy them, most of our military might be lost in the process of the subspace jump."

"We've gathered the mighty forces of the three legions: the Shadow Moon Wolf, the White Scar, and our Death Guard, and the primordial bodies of the three legions have also been present in this war, in fact, their fleet will soon arrive, and you will soon be able to see them in their true form."

Morgan was silent for a moment, then she reached out to the Death Guard in front of her.

[I don't want to deceive you, my comrade-in-arms Garo, I eagerly desire to return to the fleet of the Dark Angels and return to Johnson's side, this is my current obsession, so I think that my strength may be able to contribute and help this purge. 】

Garo was also silent for a moment before he grasped Morgan's cold thumb, and he muttered, without immediately answering or assuring.

"It will require the nod and permission of another adult, and I confess to you, Ms. Morgan, it will be very ...... Difficulty. ”

[Who?] 】

“…… Mortarian, the father of our genes and the sole owner of the Death Guard Legion, is nothing more than ......"

"He is indeed ...... to you psionics"

"It's not very friendly."

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[My Garrow has just sent a letter, and the last stronghold of the Druon Xenomorph has been uprooted, and we will soon be able to attack this filthy race's lair.] 】

[Congratulations, Motarian, my toughest brother, your warriors have once again proved their strength, with your vision.] 】

A soft, nasal voice came from the wide room, and in an instant, it seemed that the invisible poisonous gases had become a little arrogant.

But soon, these proud emotions were interrupted by a pair of furrowed brows.

[Garo also reported that a Dark Angel's warship suddenly jumped out of subspace during the battle and joined the battle, with a ...... on it Sorcerer, she intervened in this battle that belonged to my heir. 】

The voice became muffled, hoarse, and slow, like a rusty scythe tearing at the green ears of wheat little by little, leaving a chilling sound in its wake.

[Dark Angel? Aren't they on the other side of the galaxy? Why are they here, and are there other warships coming with them? 】

[Garo didn't say...... But I don't care. 】

[That wizard, she intervened in this battle...... With her witchcraft...... At a time when my warriors are about to achieve victory and glory! 】

[Rest easy, my brother, we don't yet know what's going on on the front lines, and as far as I know, there don't seem to be any of Johnson's descendants known for their psionic abilities. 】

[Not the son of a lion, but a courtier beside him, you should have heard her name, Horus, that is, the [Soul Drinker], the witch who was in the limelight on the front line of Randan, the banshee raised by our brother Johnson. 】

[Ah...... Morgan, I did hear my heir mention her, why is she here with us, is this Johnson's order? 】

[I said, I don't care. 】

[Don't be like this, Motarian, we all know that the mortal advisor is now a celebrity on our brother's side, and it is impossible for her to act without Johnson's will. 】

[So what, now she's just a thief, a thief who abuses her witchcraft, stealing the honor that belongs to my legion and my heirs. 】

【…… All this may be a misunderstanding and a coincidence, Motarian, we should meet them, meet these dark angels. 】

[Of course, I will go to meet her and meet the banshee raised by our brother......]

[Did you know, Horus, in Barbarus, they sometimes call me ......]

Banshee Hunter. 】

(End of chapter)