When the first battleship of Randan finally tore through the curtain at Mandeville Point, Morgan's will was reverberating throughout the Tux system.

Her soul and mind turned into a gluttonous dragon in the endless void, and with the power of talent and plunder, she held the universe in her hands in an instant.

Her breath became a gentle breeze in every world, her eyes watched every corner like scattered meteors, and she whispered softly, and her voice twisted into an invisible rain of arrows in a moment, piercing the fog raised by Ran Dan's waves, and enveloping the entire galaxy, the vast imperial army, and countless warships and steel engines under her protection and rule.

As she relaxed a little, and let her mind burst into a throbbing light like a little spark, from the brightest center of the star to the dark corners where there was hardly a glimmer of light, every navigator on every battleship felt a moment of depression and trembling, like a lop-eared hare hiding in the grass, shivering in the heavy breath of a passing tiger.

Every star whisperer and communicator at every point was quite strange, they either stroked their third eye, or tapped the communication device in their hands suspiciously: because after that seemingly non-existent chuckle, the chaotic elements in the void were cleared, and the communication between the warships was clearer and faster than ever, and every command, every word, and even every word could easily cross the distance between the world and the void, and appear clearly in the ears and minds of the recipients.

Just when those psionics belonging to the Eighteenth Legion and the mortal fleet were still extremely surprised by this, the warriors from the Dark Angel Legion had already been surprised by this, and in their timely reminders and reprimands, the entire empire's grand fleet was once again operating at full strength, this time, their rhythm had been visibly improved, and the unprecedented communication environment had made all public communication platforms busy.

"What is this?"

After all, some of Vulcan's sons couldn't suppress their curiosity and asked the dark angel beside them, while Johnson's sons often just patted the dust on their armor and tilted their heads.

"Ah, it should be Ms. Morgan, the [Soul Drinker]."

"Don't be surprised by that, it's not surprising that she's done anything, it's a blessing and a memory to be able to play alongside her, she always brings victory."

“…… Ah, by the way, if you meet her in the next battle, and she asks you to do something, do as much as you can, and if you really can't leave the combat position, contact the First Legion, and we'll do it. ”

The dark angel named Zaharel rubbed his neck and answered the dark-skinned allies beside him, while the son of Vulcan was silent for a moment, finally not suppressing the doubts in his heart.

"You seem to have a lot of respect for her?"

"Of course."

"All the Dark Angels revere her for her strength and exploits, some see her as a powerful secret weapon, some see her as an alternative Legion Officer, and still others ...... Think of her commands as if they were the level of the primordial. ”

“…… That's an exaggeration. ”

"It's an exaggeration, but we've had at least ten standard years of Terra and no less than a hundred battles, and that experience has taught us that it's not a bad thing to follow her orders in battle."

"Respect Ms. Morgan, my fighting brother."

"She's stronger, smarter, and more reliable than you think."

"More loyal."

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Even the two closest planets in the universe are far beyond the most profound senses of mortals.

While the guardians of Tux V continued their conversation in an increasingly tense atmosphere, war had broken out on the northern edge of the barren galaxy, in the darkest corners where no star could shine.

Thousands of miles away, the third eye in Morgan's soul allowed her to clearly see the war at the edge of the galaxy within the First Legion's Indomitable Truth, and her will hung high above each warship, like a god in the clouds watching the kingdom on the ground fight in its own name.

The originally calm Mandeville Point was trembling in a silent roar at this moment, struggling with the distortion of illusion, and these subspace teleportation portals that should have been opened cautiously without the gravitational interference of stars or other celestial bodies were now like a huge sail bathed in a rain of fire, constantly melting into strange-shaped gaps, one after another loopholes and fissures were pouring out at the edge of the galaxy, and the curtain between subspace and the real universe was constantly weakening because of this crazy behavior. Distortion and disillusionment manifest in the starry sky.

And along with these crazy scenes, there are dozens of hundreds of pioneer ships of the Randan Empire, their deformed hulls are all shrouded in a strange dark green shield, these never-before-seen technologies protect the alien ships, so that they do not need to wait for the time necessary to stabilize their bodies when jumping from subspace to the real universe, but directly pounce on the first line of defense of the Empire.

But these alien technologies are not perfect, there is no price, Morgan [with his own eyes] witnessed that there were no less than twenty alien ships at the moment when they broke through the curtain of subspace and physical universe, their dark green shields suddenly shattered like foam crushed on spikes, and the already crazy subspace waves devoured these poor creatures in an instant, tearing their sturdy hulls clean.

But in the face of the constant flow of fleets in Randana, such losses were almost minimal, and the alien black ships came in like a swarm of hungry locusts, and countless ships appeared in Morgan's field of vision at every moment, appearing, roaring, and rampage, knocking the allies who were stuck in place and still struggling in vain into iron filings scattered in the dark void.

The first line of defense of the Empire, more than a hundred warships did not hesitate to meet this invincible opponent, frigates and drones were as endless as migratory flocks of migratory birds, burning steel exploded in the silent universe almost every second, the ship's cannon fire was even grander and more glorious than the most splendid opera in the Spirit Empire, and the steel behemoths were torn apart in this silent stream of fire, and then torn to pieces by the never-ending friendly fleet behind them.

Every moment there are giant beasts dying, every moment there is a fight, the breathing of countless mortals stops in the roar of firing at each other again and again, the roar of light spears and cannons is like the arrow of destruction shot by the god of thunder, smashing iron armor, tearing throats, strangling tens of millions of loyal or blasphemous lives in the tide of blood.

What's more, as more and more ships from the First Legion joined the battle, the light that was rampaging through the void had silently changed color: the familiar crimson and bright white light was slowly diminishing, pouring out from the Dark Angel's warships with a light that even the most experienced Imperial Navy captain had never seen before.

Pure black darkness, glimpses of missiles, twisted waves, entangled energy, and even sharp arrows that radiated an inexplicable chill like dried blood.

All sorts of strange and strange means sprung up from the Dark Angel's warships, each of which was more deadly than the grand cannon and the spear of light, and even the most magnificent of the Randan warships would be crushed in the rain of angelic blood that dared to stay in battle for even a moment.

Anyone will be impressed by the sight of the Imperial warships, which have been reduced to dozens of ships, flapping their fragile wings like valian, greedy, and brutal shrike birds, facing a two-winged dragon in the sky, and under its lightning onslaught, even the nightmares of countless races and civilizations are bruised in a short encounter.

But all this was only the vanguard of Ran Dan, and by the time the Dark Angel's warships roared and tore apart a hundred alien warships, at least five hundred more terrifying, more blasphemous, and more frantic opponents had already rushed up, scrambling for the weak Imperial warships, tearing at their torsos and lives in the savage roar.

Morgan held out her hand, and in the few seconds she observed and pondered, hundreds of thousands of roaring pure white souls were already roaming the edge of the galaxy, each of them a burning heroic soul that the greedy Spider Lady feared, had a headache for, and revered away.

Her gaze was temporarily withdrawn from the endless bloody battle, she waved her hand, once again her will could cover the entire galaxy, once again the emotions in her mind called [Courage] and [Determination] were found in the hearts of those front-line soldiers, she looked at these immortal fighting spirits that were enough to ignite the sky-high flames in the subspace, her lips opened lightly, and she shot countless sharp arrows, shooting at the countless greedy eyes that watched these powers and souls.

Those thieves who had just stuck out their heads in the shadows of subspace and looked at these noble emotions with ill will, in the midst of feeling this irreversible force, could only murmur vicious words to themselves, and they were never seen again.

The front line is fighting, fighting, and constantly devouring every force on both sides that rushes to help, just like two greedy beasts wantonly plundering the mountains and forests while making each other bleed with their fangs and claws.

And while everything in the real universe was burning, Morgan's gaze did not stop for a moment, and her keen senses realized that something was wrong at the first moment of the outbreak of war: in many parts of the galaxy, especially in the center of those closest to the stars, the veil of subspace was being endlessly weakened, as if something was about to burst out of its shell.

The original body thought of countless possibilities in an instant, and screened out the one that Ran Dan was most likely to benefit from.

They were crazier than she had imagined.

【Johnson! 】

【D—28！ 】

As Morgan's soul roared in the ears of the progenitors, saying one of the countless plans and possible scenarios they had devoted, the lion of Caliban grabbed his communicator without hesitation, and his voice rang in the ears of countless Captain Dark Angels along with Morgan's soul call.

In the roar of the primordial body, the Dark Angel warships in the center of the galaxy started their engines one after another, raising all combat preparations to the highest level.

And just when even the dullest warships were ready, the silent screams of alien machines exploded in the sea of souls, and all the Star Whisperers and Navigators covered their ears in pain.

Even Morgan was unable to contain this force in the first place, because it came from the craziest move in subspace: countless small cracks sprung up from the center of the galaxy, and the curtain of subspace had come to a precarious point at this moment, and even the existence of all stars and planets began to distort.

And in those cracks, the already prepared Randan battleships sprung up, and they rushed out one after another, a large part of which was destroyed by the firepower of the Imperial warships in the first instant, and was torn apart by the waves of subspace, swallowed by the gravitational pull of the planets, and swept up by the restless power of the stars, becoming a mass of burning scrap metal.

But after paying countless casualties, there were still more Randan warships emerging from these cracks, and the alien blasphemy technology was powerful at this moment, and the several lines of defense carefully arranged by the Dark Angel were instantly full of holes.

Johnson's low roar and the terrifying sound of grinding his teeth slowly rang out.

The next moment, the engine of the Indomitable Truth began to roar.

(End of chapter)