Despair, struggle, enlightenment, death.

In the gloomy underground passage of Tux V, between the blood shed between Astarte and the alien forbidden army, all the sorrow and competition, all the faith and glory, are just the colors that flash in another pair of pupils thousands of miles away.

In Morgan's eyes, the fangs' death fight and struggle were like a scene of a movie that she had glimpsed by chance, and when she saw Hecht being lifted up by his comrades who had rushed in, she had no interest in continuing to watch.

As for Hecht, after regaining his will a little, he was affectionately put on the shoulders by his teachers and comrades, and asked some friendly questions and other things.

She trusted him to handle it.

She has more important things.

The will of the Spider Empress roamed the fleets of the First Legion, mobilizing everything she needed, and her every command was not hindered or delayed in the slightest: perhaps not every Dark Angel obeyed her from the heart, but for various reasons, they still followed her orders and will.

As for the rest, as for what they really thought in their hearts, she didn't care.

Psykers for support, areas of absolute privacy and quiet, specially calculated and planned furnishings, and even the heads or blood of certain Randan characters that Morgan specifically requested......

In the shortest possible time, the First Legion had everything ready, tens of thousands of legionary servants running through the corridors of the battleship for Morgan's casual words, and the veterans of the Inner Ring and one long-standing order after another withstood the most intense artillery fire, forced aboard the ships of Randan, and hunted down the unfortunate ones designated by Morgan: each team did not miss in the end, and even rarely suffered, even if these Terra-descended Dark Angels had fought the entire battle.

Even Coswayne was deliberately transferred back from the front line of the battle to take charge of the command and dispatch himself: Morgan knew very well that Johnson also intended to take the opportunity to give Coswayne a minimum rest, so as not to confuse the thinking of the lion king's cronies due to the long and heavy pressure and scheduling.

Ironically, the knight king of Caliban wouldn't think so: it was just a subconscious emanation of the sensitive beastly mind within him.

Johnson as a beast would realize that his men needed to rest, but Johnson as a human would not think so.

Fortunately, Johnson's mind is always hovering and turning between man and beast, and he is not a very patient or forbearant character in his bones.

At least not now.

The last item had been neatly arranged, and Morgan finally opened his blue pupils, allowing her will to briefly return from the sea of souls to the real universe.

She began to rest, less than five breaths of rest, and she counted all that she needed, and all that she was about to accomplish, and all the chores.

In this almost never-ending attrition and confrontation, even if Morgan has accumulated rich reserves for more than ten years, there is already a trend of bottoming out at this time, and too many alien souls have been casually thrown by her in this never-ending war.

She waved her hand, and tens of thousands of souls continued to expand and twist with the random rotation of her fingers, and finally burned out, turning into a pure torrent of power, tearing another Randan battleship that had seized a favorable position to pieces, and burying at least 20,000 twisted lives by the way.

In the midst of this battle, this is just a very ordinary attrition.

Whether it is the strangulation of the vast number of wizards in Randan, or the maintenance and support of the imperial fleet, or in the face of unexpected situations that will arise anytime and anywhere in battle, they will consume an unimaginably huge amount of power, and the cost of these forces is enough to squeeze out most of the Thousand Sons in an instant, but it only makes Morgan feel a little tired and bored.

She wasn't sure how much she had paid for the war, she wasn't even sure if her gains would be worth the rewards, she could only grudgingly estimate her losses and look forward to what she had gained.

She even felt a somewhat distorted and stirred emotion: it was disgust, it was like a bitter spring, quietly appearing in Morgan's heart, staining her soul and mind with a stain.

Morgan was disgusted, disgusted that the situation was beginning to get out of her grasp, and that her well-planned plans and premeditations were being loosened by some unexpected circumstance: it was probably one of the things she hated the most.

But anyway, now, all she has to do is put an end to it all.

The five-breath break is over.

Morgan opened her eyes, and she returned to the sea of souls, back to her hunting ground.

Back to her throne.

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[I'll finish my hunt in fifteen minutes, get ready, Johnson.] 】

When the voice of the blood relatives reached his mind, the First Legion's genetic protoplasm had just made a tactical adjustment, and he ordered his [Indomitable Truth] to move forward a standard distance to replace the Glorious Queen class of the Salamander Legion, and continue to suppress the firepower of the main battlefield.

Hearing this, the gaze of the genetic prototype swept over the star map again, sweeping over the special markers distributed on the edge of the battlefield.

"I see."

Presumably, his brother must have waited impatiently, those Fenris brutes did not have the patience and civilization of the Caliban, although he had ordered people to adjust the passage of time in those miniature universes, but for those wolf cubs, doing nothing all day was probably enough to drive them crazy.

Thinking of this, the heart of the genetic body, which was exhausted by the non-stop war, actually flashed with a hint of joy and irony.

Then he heard the singing, a song that echoed in the sea of souls.

Morgan is singing.

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Morgan is singing.

It was the most beautiful, the most chaotic, the most arrogant, the most prosaic song, without the slightest ebb and flow, nor an inch of emotion, this song simply brushed over Ran Dan's fleet, and then picked out those aliens with even the lowest level of psionic potential, and let the soft voice echo in their ears.

Entangle.

Whisper.

Induce.

Obedience.

And then.

Alive.

Pull out their souls.

At that moment, no one knew how many terrible wails sounded in every corner of the Tux system, whether it was the captain or general on the high, or the sailors or soldiers running on the bridge, no one was spared, no one could escape, every alien who could evoke its own waves in the sea of souls, all suffered the same fate and end.

The eyes of these pathetic beings bulged, their jaws cracked, and their already ugly and distorted faces were now terrifying enough to reign supreme in any nightmare, even to the unhindered companions.

At this moment, all the resistance and hunting were complete, and each xenomorph captured by Morgan could only raise their heads high, show the most stupid smile, and under the frightened gaze of their companions, their knees fell to the ground, and they were killed.

And in the next moment, countless souls were uprooted, countless wails rose one after another, and countless warships and formations were torn apart because of this sudden change, like a calm lake suddenly encountered a torrential downpour.

[That's it.] 】

The Spider Empress's soft voice slowly echoed in the sea of souls, and at this moment, countless pains, countless deaths, countless struggles, and countless despairs, mixed with the part of the soul food that Morgan had taken out, and the last part of her soul food she had stored, mixed together.

This is a spear that pierces all things, this is a sharp blade that no one can hold, this is the sound of enlightenment that has absorbed countless silences and decays, and is enough to bring countless silences and decays.

Morgan held it high, brewing strength to his heart's content, waiting for the right time, letting it roam in this treasure land of countless souls until the perfect moment came.

She saw it.

She saw her prey.

【Destiny Engine】

Without the slightest hesitation, Morgan waved the indescribable weapon in her hand without hesitation, and before every Randan's soldiers and wizards could react, she struck.

Confusion, expansion, shattering, perdition.

The Spider Queen's blade accompanied her will, unstoppable, and the subspace curtain that had been so thin that it was almost nothing was completely torn to shreds by her, and just like that, the bottom line was broken, the walls were destroyed, and the passage connecting the real universe and the vast ocean was held tightly in her hands.

The stars dimmed, the galaxy shattered, countless whirlpools and cracks spread across most of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, devouring one after another Ran Dan's army of destruction, countless fantasies and distortions swept from every corner in every direction like a frenzy under the full moon, eating away at this sad place that had been deprived of all its future.

The world is dead.

And Morgan didn't care.

She succeeded.

Adhering to her will, the [weapon] that smelted all her strength and spirit ran through the entire fleet of Randan, whether it was the defense line forged by tens of thousands of wizards, or the instinctive pull of the real universe in subspace, it did not stop her power.

She could feel that her will, along with the end of the weapon, stabbed fiercely into the core part of the so-called [Destiny Engine] in Ran Dan's mouth.

She could feel countless wails and curses gushing out everywhere she could reach, countless xenomorphic wizards burning their souls and fury, scrambling to pounce on the Empress, who had penetrated reality and vanity, and then burned out the moment before they touched her.

She is the star, she is death, she is the malevolent scorching sun, sustained and built by an infinite number of blasphemous souls.

She is the malice of the Empire.

She is the mercy of humanity.

Morgan smiled.

A smile that would make anyone, whether he is a brave warrior, a seasoned inner ring, or even an arrogant Imperial Guard, feel the emotion called Fear in the instincts of a living being.

She heard, heard an angry roar, an imperial wrath that made the entire sea of souls tremble, and she felt a blazing scarlet flame leap from the imprisoned throne, it couldn't really move and walk for a while, but it wouldn't be long.

Morgan was not afraid of this fire, in fact, when she clenched the [Destiny Engine] burning with countless souls and roars in her hand, she only had mockery in her heart about the power that she once feared.

She could hear the most resolute words, coming from the mouth of Ran Dan's Emperor, thousands of miles away between the stars, and she witnessed the consciousness, pain, sorrow, and stubbornness of an entire race.

Is......

It's delicious.

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"I'm not going to let you destroy it, human, at the expense of everything I have."

[Then you...... Give it a try. 】

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She scoffed.

Then, she screamed.

With her will, an entire world broke free from the subspace, and in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield could witness the incredible scene.

Vast swaths of the Randan fleet were crushed and annihilated in the purest of will, endless subspace rifts took their place, and the next moment, a scarlet planet emerged from the cracks: it was grabbed by some kind of god-like will, forcibly taken to the dangerous universe of reality, forcibly taken to the range of the human empire.

Dead silence, at this moment, dead silence occupied the entire battlefield, and the battle of hundreds of Terra standard hours finally ushered in the first halt at this moment, everyone forgot the bloody work at hand, and quietly looked at the world glowing with scarlet light: like a child who kept crying, was pulled to the center of the Tux system, was pulled to the most bloody and cruel stage.

The humans were quiet, and they watched in a daze and bewilderment, with only a few Dark Angels at the top of the hierarchy, allowing savage smiles to take over their faces.

Ran Dan was also quiet, but their silence was pale, painful, dazed, and the most powerful officers trembled their twisted lips and said nothing.

The eerie silence didn't last long, for in the next moment, the knight king of Caliban pressed the button that was on standby by his side.

Again, the stars began to tremble.

Countless gaps, countless cracks, countless passages connecting the real universe and the small pocket universe, at this moment, slowly opened up in turn, and before these most secret corners were completely released, one after another the most barbaric and rude warships could not wait to rush out, these rude warships roared, roared, and constantly poured out the furious fire that had been squeezed for a long time.

At the forefront is the Hrafinkel, a star killer as vast as a mountain range, and the canine of the most savage, powerful, and fierce wolf kings.

Even from a distance of thousands of miles, Riemanrus's roar could still explode in the ears of his blood relatives with great clarity.

"Fuck you, Johnson, I've been in there too long! It's not the same as you said! ”

Johnson didn't choke back, he just quietly looked at the shimmering red planet.

"Did you see it?"

"I'm not blind!"

"Destroy it, take your legion, I don't care what method you use, destroy it in the shortest possible time."

The lion heard a burst of savage laughter.

"I see...... And then what? ”

"And then?"

Johnson laughed.

"And then ......"

"Whatever you want."

(End of chapter)