Despair often comes quickly.

Very suddenly.

It's violent.

Unstoppable.

Incredible.

Inevitable.

The four Ran Dan's [Forbidden Army] slowly walked out of the darkest shadows, the details on their armor varied, some holding sharp blades, some simply with bare hands, but the two arms were already occupied by dense spikes and claws.

Hector could see clearly that the armor of these Jandans Forbidden Army was more gorgeous than ever, especially the one in front of him, its breastplate had the most intricate notches, and the stripes and bumps depicted a monster they had never seen before, and the monster was surrounded by wailing souls and flying banners, and its status was like that of the Aquila of the Human Empire.

On the shoulder armor on both sides, Hector could see countless small words engraved with columns of honor records, and during these years of war, he had barely learned some of the distorted language of the Randans, which was enough to support him to understand the meaning of those honors.

Even among the evil forbidden army of the Alien Empire, there are few who are more advanced in status and power than the things in front of him.

The remaining three Rankan Forbidden Army, their clothing and decoration were far inferior to the leader in front of Hecht, but they were much more luxurious than the one who died under his sword.

The most elite of these aliens have a steady and relaxed demeanor, and they move their bodies and arms slowly, as if they are about to go on a pleasant fox hunt.

Hector stood at the front of his squad, closest to the giant engine slowly flowing into the abyss, and closest to the tallest and terrifying-looking alien.

The leisurely hunter looked at the six humans in front of him, its gaze resting on Hecht's body, and the lower half of its face, which was not covered by a helmet, grinned into an indescribably disgusting grin, and it spoke softly, in the most standard human language.

"Axes has failed us, it has overestimated its own strength."

"And you, humans, you are stronger than I thought, and in the past some time, I have ordered the elimination of no less than ten teams like yours, and none of them have been able to make it here."

"But that's the end of your fight."

"Right here."

Hector didn't reply, and instead of drawing his blaster, he clenched his dark green greatsword in both hands, his weight shifted down, ready for the onslaught.

He slowly stepped back, all doing the same until their backs were pressed together.

Morgan's proudest pawn slowly exhaled the last breath of peace and silence, and he uttered the only word he had for the alien.

"Humans are invincible, aliens."

"The end of the race is already doomed."

These words only made the Ran Dan Forbidden Army in front of him smile, and its voice was sharp to the point of being harsh.

"In the past, there would always be people who would say things like that to me, human cubs."

"Where do you think they are now?"

Hector did not answer.

No one spoke anymore.

The silence was broken, the tacit understanding was trampled, and in the next second, with a furious battle cry and silent viciousness, ten figures bloomed in the deepest darkness with the light of blades and psionic energy.

The battle began.

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"For the Emperor!"

"For the Legion!"

Hector was roaring, roaring silently, roaring unbridled in the deepest valley of his heart, and with his reason, his courage, he brandished his blade and faced this almost invincible opponent.

Five meters, three meters, close to ......

Everything happens in one breath.

In the blink of an eye, the face of the alien was already in front of him, a face big enough to appear in any nightmare, a horror that made the whole world cry in unease.

Hector roared in rage, slashing his blade at the sharp figure, the dark green glow as if the sleeper in the crypt had been awakened by a fierce battle after a thousand years, roaring in anger.

Offensive!

Hit!

No! Wrong!

Perseverance, joy, and astonishment all came at the same moment, causing Hecht's face to froze to a distorted point, and the touch on the blade clearly told him that his slash had hit his opponent's chest, but in the next moment, he could clearly see that it was a phantom.

A realistic phantom, a phantom born out of excessive speed.

Wrong!

His gaze was fierce, and he quickly searched for his opponent, all the cells and body parts screaming for all the preparations for defense.

Then he felt a cold wind blowing through him.

Meanwhile.

A wounded whimper rang out behind Hecht.

It's just a matter of breath.

When he turned around, he only saw that the swaggering Rankan Forbidden Army had twisted his body into a thinnest and pure phantom in a way that defied all principles and rules, passing through the subtle gap between the Astarte warriors.

The sword flickered, and before everyone could react, Eris was already clutching his chest in a wail and falling, his fingertips still building up psionic energy ready to be fired.

"Chron!"

Too late to do anything, too late to say anything, the only thing Hector could do was yell at the only person he could thoroughly trust.

He was not disappointed.

A gloom was already brewing on the face of the Forbidden Army, as if he was not satisfied with this attack, and at the same moment, his gaze turned to Salieri, who was also accumulating psionic energy, and at the same time as the roaring psionic lightning pounced on it, it swung its sharp blade and pointed it directly at the head of the think tank.

And at that moment, a dazzling plasma shot at it, and between the lightning and flint, the sharp blade was steadily hit by the plasma that never gets hot, causing a deflection, leaving only a deep scar on Salieri's left hand.

"Again!?"

Think Tank let out a scream full of grievance, he watched as his psionic energy flooded the xenomorph in front of him, causing the luxurious armor to begin to appear large and small dents, but before he could grit his teeth and call out more psionic lightning, the Zandan Forbidden Army behind him roared angrily, blocking Ezio's blow with the scrapping of his shoulder armor, and slammed his iron fist into the back of Salieri's head.

The second psionoid also fell temporarily with serious injuries, but this achievement did not come without a price: the blade of the ancient warrior of the Legion arrived almost simultaneously with the swiftness of Ezio, one after the other, making the reckless xenomorph pay an unforgettable bloody price, a huge wound almost clinging to its throat, and constantly gushing blood like a fountain.

It roared and swooped down on the ancient warrior Chron, letting its back be relentlessly strafed by Ajax's blaster, until Ezio's brute force lifted the alien and heard Ajax's voice again: the two remaining Jandans had stabbed their blades deep into Astarte's body.

Everything is but a second in the eyes of mortals.

Before this second, Hector and Randan's forbidden army were still facing off, and after this long second, these two powerful barbarian warriors had once again fought together, and the collision of blades continued to echo, dissolving in the second round of fighting between Astarte and the alien elite.

Roaring, roaring, mocking, pain......

It's too chaotic, it's too crazy, and when the first person swings the first blade, everything has already turned into the most primitive savage fight, the bloodiest immortality.

Hector used the purest of bravery and talent against the most powerful opponents, and every collision between the two warriors crumbled the dark room, causing the invisible air and aether particles to roar in the ocean of souls like raging waves.

On the other side, Chiron shielded the two psionics who had been specifically targeted, and with the limited support of Ajax, he struggled with the manic monster in front of him, the plasma fire flickering again and again, leaving scars on those hideous claws.

As for Ezio, the Champion of Shadows emerged from the darkness, armed with jet-black blades and axes.

Then, face two opponents head-on.

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"Vulnerable."

"Sluggish."

"Pathetic."

"It's like your race."

Like a whirlwind, like a thunderstorm, like a tsunami wrapped up in the turmoil of an earthquake, like all once unstoppable, even inescapable natural disasters.

When Randan's forbidden army began its own attack, what it gave Hector was a natural disaster, a despair, an invincible and terrible dream.

"I follow my emperor, you pathetic human being, and I follow it, in the words of you humans, for five hundred years."

Hector swung a blow, but at least a dozen attacks had already landed on his shoulders and thighs, slicing through his armor and bleeding.

"I have witnessed its greatness, its strength, its wisdom, its determination."

"It swears to give everything it has for our great race."

"And it did!"

"Five hundred years! Exactly 500 years! ”

"It led our race, overcoming all obstacles, eliminating all difficulties, and we rose from the ruins to fight for the thousands of stars that belong to us."

"This is our time, and we are like a new star, which will never be destroyed."

"And not you, humanity, a decaying empire that has fallen."

The blade is unstoppable, heavier than thousands of towering peaks, and mightier than a hundred and ten rolling torrents.

The alien face was so close that you could even smell the bloody breath.

"Look at you, what else do you have?"

"What else do you have?"

The thump struck and knocked Morgan's proudest piece flying.

Hector gasped, he could feel a large mouthful of blood mixed in his teeth, his chest and shoulders were badly wounded, his knees were stabbed so hard that they were almost pierced, he gasped for breath, and his voice sounded like a broken bellows.

At this moment, only the flame in his chest was still burning.

Only the reason and belief in his heart still persisted.

He braced, staggered, and forced himself to his feet.

He can't fall.

He could hear that Chiron and his opponent were in a long standoff towards destruction, and that the ancient warriors of the Legion might be able to defeat his opponent, but he was already doomed.

He could hear that the blade of the Shadow Champion was not playing for a moment, and he used the most exquisite martial arts to delay the forbidden army of the two Ran Dans, until now, he still did not fall behind, but his position was constantly retreating, constantly being forced out of the shadows.

He could hear Salieri bleeding and Ajax roaring, their lives on the line as they fought and struggled.

So, he can't fall.

Absolutely, no.

Raise your head, gasp, calm down.

The blade of the alien is already in sight.

Hector raised his blade.

Again.

Again.

Every time.

Greeted him.

……

He had to win.

It's obsession.

It's faith.

It's a wave.

——————

And only the most stubborn obsession, the most firm faith, in the surging waves, can rise in the endless vast ocean of their own waves.

——————

"Not bad will."

Even if it is a desperate opponent, he can't help but sigh like this, although the sharp blade of life does not hesitate in the slightest.

"But now ......"

The blade swings down.

"What can you do?"

"Ping-"

The metal collided with the brow of the Randan Forbidden Army, and then, the arrogant alien felt an almost instinctive suffocation and trembling.

Its opponents are gone.

Changed to ...... Another thing.

[Ah......h

[At least......

[You can warm up before meals.] 】

[Although, you guys aren't very qualified.] 】

"Hecht" looked up, his voice had changed to a cold, feminine tone.

He spoke, smiling, grabbing Ran Dan's blade, and with a gentle push, he tossed the unstoppable forbidden army aside.

[Weak body. 】

He muttered softly, and in his pupils, a blue-blue flame burned with it.

He looked up.

The slaughter began.

——————

Just because the strongest martial arts in the Empire, in the Galaxy, and even in the entire world have now been mastered by Hecht:

God descended.

——————

Ezio only felt a whirlwind.

A hurricane so swift and terrifying that he had never felt before.

He could barely see that it was Hecht's figure.

Wait a minute...... No, not him.

The Shadow Champion breathed deeply, and he watched as he saw the scene in front of him: [Hectot] came to him, his finger lightly tapped in the shadows, and the chest of one of the Rankan Forbidden Army exploded along with its armor, it shook its body in disbelief, and then, it was taken off its head.

It's like a farmer picking grapes from his orchard.

He turned, and before Ezio and Randan's Crown Forbidden Army could react, an invisible blade slashed through the air, and the next moment, the almost unstoppable alien elite was neatly divided into twenty pieces, and the Shadow Champion could even see the clear status of those severed blood vessels, as well as the blood that had not had time to be captured by gravity and floated in the air.

Hector smiled and acted like a patient recovering from a serious illness in the sunshine for the first time in a long time, and he took off the head of another Randan, and at this moment, Ezio did not have time to do anything.

The skull flew sideways, piercing the air like a flesh-and-blood cannonball, tearing the third Randan Forbidden Army to pieces: its head and chest were pierced directly, and Sensen's white bones and broken internal organs were scattered in front of the stunned Kairon.

It wasn't until this moment that a moment belonging to Ezio came to an end, and the Shadow Champion leaned forward, raised his head, and looked at [Hector] in front of him with some incredulity.

Who the hell is he?

For the first time, Ezio wondered, he couldn't help but feel it, and then, he felt an aura, one that made him ......

The breath of longing for surrender.

In a trance, he seemed to see something behind [Hecht], he saw a faint shadow, a shadow that was smiling and pleasant, holding up a finger against his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

The Shadow Champion didn't speak, he looked at the illusory shadow.

He understood.

Ezio knelt on one knee in the dirt, his head bowed, only his hands raised high and flat, palms up.

In the palm of his hand was a jet-black blade that he never allowed outsiders to touch.

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[Hecht] walked up to the only Jandan Forbidden Army who didn't die, the guy who almost killed him.

In the beginning, before Morgan could adjust to his whole body, Hector was not very strong and did not kill the poor fellow with one blow.

And now, he grabbed the dying throat, grasped it in one hand, and slowly walked over to the giant engine, holding its weapon in the other.

[Hecter] lifted the alien with one hand, and a soft, almost whispered whisper flowed down his throat.

[Pathetic little guy. 】

Ran Dan's forbidden army breathed, gulping out blood and fragments of internal organs, and with the increasing force of clutching its throat, it could only spit out the curse desperately in twisting and struggling.

"Monster ......"

"You ...... Human ......"

"Monster ...... in the galaxy"

[Hectt] laughed, and he said a familiar word slowly.

[In the past, there would always be people who would say things like this to me, Ran Dan's cub. 】

Where do you think they are now? 】

[In hell, in death, wailing in countless failures and distortions, burning in endless flames and burnings. 】

He approached the alien and spat it out word by word.

[Inside my stomach.] 】

So will your race, your emperor, and all that you love. 】

Only monsters can win everything, you pathetic alien, and your good-for-nothing race. 】

[Your only value, the only contribution and future brought by all your sacrifices and sweats, is to be swallowed by me. 】

[Used by me.] 】

[Consumed by me.] 】

“…… Demonic ......"

It gritted its teeth, but only to be met with a contemptuous laugh.

[Hector] laughed, and threw the mutilated alien at the engine, and he swung the blade of the alien, piercing the broken flesh with the hot machinery, and it could hear the last words when Randan's forbidden army was burned to death by the violent backlash.

【Demons? 】

[No, no, no. 】

[This is not a demon. 】

Maybe you think so. 】

[But I call it ......]

[Compassion for the sake of compassion. 】

(End of chapter)