“…… Forbidden Army? ”

The Nova of the Second Legion gritted his teeth, squeezing out a voice of disbelief from between his teeth, and Hecht's brow furrowed: even when he was besieged by thousands of times more opponents before, the emperor's fangs, known for his talent and will, did not show such a look.

"Now is not the time to make any jokes, teacher, are you really ...... Are you sure? ”

"One...... Forbidden Army? ”

The ancient warrior Chiron was now extremely serious, only to see his face straight, without saying a word, his brown eyes staring at this strange and tall and terrifying opponent in front of him: Hector's team had been fighting on the front line of the dispute with Ran Dan for almost ten years, and such an opponent was unprecedented for them.

It looked incredibly tall, perhaps even four meters tall, and even Astarte looked short to its fans: although Ran Dan had always been a tall and strong alien race, such a striking individual had never been encountered before in the Empire.

The formidable adversary neither attacked first nor avoided the battle, and slowly walked ten meters away from Hecter's team, like an arrogant silent giant, casually looking at the four Astarte warriors of the Second Legion.

It was wrapped in a layer of ominous black armor, hiding itself from head to toe in that strange shadow, it was arrogant, rightfully arrogant, and the reason for its arrogance was clearly visible in front of Hector and the others: on the back of its helmet stood several spikes, on which were the blood-stained helmets of several broken Astarte warriors, and its limbs were covered with wounds and blood.

Hector could tell that there were blue, purple, iron gray, and even black, and he also saw the mark of honor belonging to the company commander or elite veteran on the best-preserved helmets, and some of the blood stains on those helmets had not even dried, obviously, before encountering Hecht's team, this extremely strange alien [forbidden army] was wantonly enjoying one killing festival after another.

Hector also discovered that the alien armor had some subtle but elaborate-looking reliefs and inscriptions, and it was clear that it was in a high position in its own race and organization.

And now, the formidable alien warrior raised his head and glanced at the burning sky, a low, fast voice sounding from behind its visor, and Hector found himself able to understand: after such a long war, both humans and Ran Dan had more or less mastered some of the words of their mortal enemies.

Hector could barely discern the alien's words: [Solve] [Quest] [Escape Experiment] [Hunt] [Capture Alive......

Hector bent down, breathing, breathing deeply, he clenched the indestructible blade in his hand, his weight shifted forward, and he pressed against the front of his team members, he narrowed his eyes, stared at the unhurried alien in front of him, and slowly spoke, asking his teacher one last time.

"Are you sure, Lord Chron?"

The ancient warrior didn't answer his proudest disciple immediately, he stared at the overly tall alien, and under the cover of the other three in the squad, his mind could temporarily pass through the fog of time, to the time he had experienced on the Holy Terra, to the glory days when he had fought side by side with the greatest creations of the Emperors, and it took him a few moments to recall the impressions of those first battles, the golden mighty warriors left in his mind

Eventually, he shook his head.

"It's not a forbidden army, at least definitely not the emperor's forbidden army, but it does exude some situations similar to the forbidden army, and I don't dare to think about the reason for this."

"But we need to kill it anyway, and if we can bring it back, so much the better."

Listening to the teacher's words, Hector couldn't help but smile, it was a bitter smile in its purest form.

"What an amazing goal......

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【Menger ......】

[Where the hell did he and his legion go, this incompetent man, the losses he caused to the empire are greater than the sum of a thousand Randan fleets, he should be sent to a court-martial, or directly hanged!] 】

As Coswayne approached his Genetic Father with a new batch of the most important military intelligence, he could hear the low, dark roar of the Lion of Caliban, like an ancient beast trapped in the bottomless abyss, roaring at the only ray of moonlight that could spill into the cavern.

The situation of the Knight King of Cariban now looks terrible, his hair is scattered, the messy golden hair sticks to his ears and cheeks, setting off the scarlet bloodshot eyes, his beard has not been shaved for a long time, and his armor has not changed for a long time, in fact, in these few Terra standard months, except for fighting on the most critical front line, Johnson has basically not left this command room that is constantly filled with more and more bad news, and has not left the [ Indomitable Truth].

Undeterred by this wave of anger, Cothwayne, one of the most trusted heirs of the Caliban, knew what a burden his genetic father was now shouldering, and what a burden of loss, loss, and dereliction of duty brings.

He just waited quietly and patiently, waiting for the anger of his genetic father to dissipate, and then Coswayne flipped through the thick pile of documents in his hand, and began to recite them one by one, reciting these messages from various fleets, various fortress worlds, and even from Holy Terra, which were of the highest priority.

The heirs of the lion king deliberately put the most inspiring part on the top.

"Good news, my lord, good news from Divine Terra."

"They've been informed of Ms. Morgan's condition: she's in good shape, she's operating with Zahariel's company, they're not being attritional, they're fighting in the western part of the galaxy with Lord Horus's Shadowmoon Legion, and for some reason they can't get out right away, but once it's over, she'll soon be back in the First Legion."

Coswayne reported the good news in one breath, and then, like the most perfect knight statue, stood by and waited for his genetic father to react.

As he expected, the moment after hearing the news, the gloomy aura that had been lingering on Johnson for several months dissipated a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye, which couldn't help but make the lion king's most trusted heir secretly breathe a sigh of relief: the emperor is above, since the inexplicable disappearance of Lady Morgan in that strange storm set off by Ran Dan, the genetic prototype of the dark angel has been shrouded in a most gloomy and terrifying aura, and in those times, the entire [Indomitable Truth] All were silent under this powerful gloom.

[OK?] Is she still safe? Still under control? 】

"Judging from the message sent back by Divine Terra, Lord Horus is full of praise for Lady Morgan's ability and attitude, and he said that he will clear the alien in front of him as soon as possible, and personally select a warship to carry her back to the First Legion with all the dark angels."

"Lord Horus also mentioned that he was willing to immediately mobilize all his forces to support the front line of Randan, if the Holy Terra agreed, and he hinted in his letter that we could ...... Mention this to the Holy Terra side. ”

[Hmph...... Horus ......】

[The most beautiful part of his body is his mouth.] 】

The Lion King snorted, but his mood was much clearer to the naked eye, and the Caliban looked up, letting his gaze wander around the room for a few seconds before converging on Cothwayne again.

In that case, we don't have to worry about Morgan's affairs anymore, and she can take care of herself and my children. 】

[Next, Couss.] 】

The Dark Angel nodded, and then he continued to flip through it, his words flipped through the bad news.

"The 446th Expeditionary Fleet and the 932nd Expeditionary Fleet have proven to be destroyed, and they have been swept into the area controlled by the subspace storm, which is the sixtieth fleet to be destroyed in this Terra standard month."

"The fortress world Yovar has proven to have fallen, and judging by the last messages from the garrison commander there, it seems that the people of the empire once ruled by Randan have been infected with a strange virus that will start a riot with the approach of the Randan fleet."

"The tug-of-war in the Duvat sector continues, mainly around the struggle for control of the two habitable worlds, Admiral Astra has encountered the support of several forces that have escaped from the subspace storm, but he still asks for direct orders from you to allow him to destroy the entire sector at any adverse moment."

"Battle ...... in Smrisler Sector"

Coswayne spoke briefly of the most anxious war zones, every word of his words swept over the lives of millions of soldiers and the wails of the people, and with his words, Johnson stared at the star map of the Sun Star Field in front of him: the last line of defense in the northern part of the galaxy had been breached, and Ran Dan's vanguard had begun to infiltrate the rich world of the Sun Star Field.

Johnson began to wonder if he needed to take a big gamble: he needed to gather his forces, gather the forces of at least three legions, and engage in a strategic battle on one of the path that Randan must pass through, to stop Randan's footsteps......

With the birth of this idea, the Lion of Caliban's gaze began to constantly rub among the thousands of stars, and his gaze swept over the important transportation arteries, sifting through the most critical parts.

And at this moment, some discordant words appeared in Coswayne's report.

"There's another message, my lord, which I personally intercepted, and I think it may contain some ...... A different state of affairs. ”

Johnson's gaze fell on his heir, and he met Coswayne in silence for a few seconds.

[Say.] 】

"According to information, shortly after the disappearance of the Eleventh Legion, the Sixth Legion, the heirs of His Excellency Riemanruth, sent a small force to the home planet of His Excellency Menger, and no news has been heard from until ......"

"Until five Terra Standard Days ago, Lord Riemanrus began to gather all of his Dalian, and seemed to be preparing to launch a ...... against Lord Menger's home planet Requisition? ”

【…… Does Terra know? 】

"The conquest fleet was specially sent by Holy Terra."

"Based on the information we have received, it appears that the exploration force of the Sixth Legion has encountered a ...... on Lord Menger's home planet."

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"Monster!"

A low curse came from Hector's clenched teeth, and the Morgan's chosen heir was now feeling the tingling of his arms, and scars appeared on his body like a sharp storm scraping against a boulder.

Hector gasped heavily, for the first time in his memory, he had the upper hand in the purest of power confrontations, knowing that even against the famous black knight Sigismund, his strength was overwhelming.

This [Forbidden Army], Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army], is like a moving, living mountain, it silently swings the heaviest blows, both in strength and speed, crushing Hector's team.

It was only in the first turn that Ajax was sent flying before everyone could react, the blasphemous weapon pointed straight at Astarte's throat, but fortunately, the other aspects of this alien [Forbidden Army] were far from being comparable to the human Forbidden Army, at the very least, both Hector and Chiron could keep up with the pace of its battles: although the strength and speed of this terrifying opponent were indeed comparable to or even surpassed those of the Emperor's golden creations, it was clearly lacking in terms of reaction speed and skill.

At the very least, when Hector rushed forward without fear, struggling to the ground under its frantic onslaught, it did not manage to deal with the gifted fangs in the first place, and when the team of four was fully assembled, the blasphemous xenomorph creature did not panic in the slightest, its claws and its blasphemous blades grinding together, and the light of psionic energy echoed in its head and vision.

The battle that followed lasted perhaps more than ten minutes, and they fought to the death on the barren hills, spilling the same blood-red blood under the blood-red sky, and everything else: spit, acid, sweat, broken bones, shouts, curses, smoking muzzles, hissing blades, and those sour or salty tears, the battle was so fierce that there was no doubt that it would awaken the sleeping monsters of the earth.

Hector had forgotten how they had survived, all he remembered was that the alien blade was like a roaring storm, and each swing of it had left a real blow on Astarte's body, and they could only dodge, they could only flee, they could only rely on Chiron's constant command and taking turns to carry their wounds.

They survived.

That's all.

He remembered Ajax's painful curses, just one of his hearts had been punctured, and the other was only half beating; He remembered that Salieri's psionic aura was declining, and his right hand had been severed again, dripping with oozing blood; He still remembered the breath, the breath of him and Lord Chellon, who took turns rushing to the front, scarring in exchange for the output of their companions.

He remembered the Iron Warriors, the allies who had joined in the middle of the battle, who apparently did not understand the horror of the alien, and before Hector could say a word to warn him, the heads of the eight sons of Perturabo flew high.

He remembered, but he had forgotten it too.

He had forgotten how the battle had ended, and only in the vague fragments he could see that Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army] seemed to be disgusted with this game of exchanging injuries for injuries, its attack became rapid in an instant, some strange spell wandered around its body, it seemed to just swing a knife lightly, and Hector fell to the ground heavily, feeling some kind of vicious spell invading his body.

But then, an unknown force beat in his heart: a force that made him feel inexplicably warm, and he propped himself up to his feet, ready to continue pounce on the opponent who could kill him.

Then he heard the howl.

Enough to make any Astarte feel a creepy howl.

He heard the powerful Ran Dan Xenomorph pouring out curses, and it shook them off, as if facing some unimaginable opponent.

Hector heard.

Hector saw it.

It's a monster.

An unimaginable monster, a monster that is more than a thousand times more terrifying than Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army].

It didn't know where it came from to the surface, letting its fat, flesh-colored twisted body wander in the dust, it looked like a flesh and blood titan made of minced flesh and bone, and like a living mountain that could walk, it kept rolling on the sand dunes, the hideous, full of more than twenty eyes of different shapes, staring at the Ran Dan alien form, with an indescribable roar, it grew its two huge mouths, revealing hundreds or sharp, or dirty, misshapen teeth.

Its body seemed to be made of all kinds of corpses, they were twisted into a ball in a random way, revealing only large and small severed arms and tentacles, dozens of such disordered limbs continued to wave with its movement, and at the bottom of this twisted body, dense hooves and feet were faintly visible, like a deformed centipede.

It roared, it went mad, it didn't hesitate to start a battle against the Randan [Forbidden Army], fanatically inflicting its pain and resentment on the only creature still standing.

Hector didn't remember much about the rest of the story, he only remembered that his badly wounded self was buried in the endless sand, and the only sound in his ears was the equally abominable twisted roar of aliens and monsters, fighting and biting at each other in the boiling flesh.

Kill each other.

Hector doesn't remember how long he was unconscious, in fact, his memories of the battle were completely shattered: he couldn't remember the details of the battle after the hideous stitching monster appeared.

He only remembered that His Excellency Chiron had pulled him out of the yellow sand, and he saw that half of Chron's face had been completely torn apart by the blade of Narandan, and the pupils that had once rolled brown and yellow eyes were now only dead silent.

He was about to say something, but he saw Chiron point to a lump of rotten meat in the distance and motioned for him to come over and take a look.

Hector was a little confused, but he still complied, he forced his body to fall apart, and came to the foul-smelling rotten meat, he quickly recognized that this was the monster that suddenly entered, as for the [forbidden army] of Ran Dan......

He saw the badly corroded armor in the acid, and the creature's disembowelment, and chose not to think about what was going on.

Then his gaze was drawn to another figure, and he stepped in, tore open the rotting pieces of flesh, and walked step by step from his stomach to his chest, where the remains of a highly decomposed Astarte lay there: or rather, the monster seemed to be pieced together with this Astarte as the core.

Hector narrowed his eyes, and he saw that the armor was still not completely corroded, and he picked up a fragment of the Astarte's shoulder armor, which had faint marks on it.

He glanced at it.

He froze in place.

"The Emperor is above, ......"

Hector froze, his arm hanging limply, letting the shard fall into the sand and rotten flesh, and through the light of the scarlet sky, the near-vanishing traces could be faintly seen:

【ⅩⅠ】

———————— Volume II, End ————————

The genetic prototype of the Eleventh Legion is named Menger, what about him...... How to say it, there is an allusion to his name.

Interested readers can look up Joseph Menger and you will probably know what kind of person Old Eleven is.

(End of chapter)