Under the bloody night.

The wolves are on the loose.

The sons of Riemanrus from the icy hell of Fenris, their style of fighting and fighting is very different from the lion king's own soldiers who came out of the deep forests of Caliban.

Morgan had witnessed the Celestial Army, the Wings and the Order of the First Legion pouring out, and the continuous war with Ran Dan always required even the strongest Legion to go all out, and whenever that time came, she was the most authoritative member of the Dark Angels, the terrifying force that the First Legion could expect in countless despairs and predicaments, and the figure above Coswayne and Astrand, who could witness how tens of thousands of Astartes fought, fought and died from the most noble and stable perspective.

What's more, when the knight king of the Caliban couldn't suppress his indirect desire to fight and hunt, the high-ranking knights of the Dark Angel received orders were Morgan's cold voice and ruthless planning, and many times, if it wasn't for the difference in voice, even Coswayne would be difficult to tell the difference between the two primordials just by looking at the content.

Over time, even the most stubborn Terra-Terran veterans have become accustomed to carrying out the orders of another powerful man, who expresses trivial grievances in their mouths, but does not stop carrying out their tasks.

In this way, even after ten years of fierce battles in the blood and fire of Randan, Morgan still did not touch the core secrets of the First Legion: but other than that, she knew and came into contact with everything about the Dark Angels: including most of the detailed organization and secret orders of the First Legion, some obscure war histories that Terra's veterans were not familiar with, and even some of the things and secrets that Johnson had entrusted to him by the Lord of Humanity.

In a sense, Morgan had become accustomed to and even enjoyed this state: she indifferently watched the dark angels shed blood and sacrifice in battle after battle that would never be revealed, and then delicately plucked the secrets and results poured by the blood of the lion prince's heir, devoured them, and let the loyalty and blood that had not yet dried up fill and overflow between her lips and teeth, and flowed silently on her jaw and neck, and watched her feast in the smoke of war.

And now, among the legions and columns of Riemanrus, the Spider Empress is in this position: her strength, will, and greed have turned into a dragon that sweeps through the smoke of gunpowder, and even the most powerful and withdrawn warriors have to respect her strength and choice, even though her boots are not even a trace of dust.

As far as the eye can see, from this end to the other end of Morgan's vision, it has been completely occupied by an endless number of Iron Gray Wolf soldiers, and perhaps five thousand or more sons of Riemanlus have been thrown into this batch of offensives, among which the third and thirteenth Dalian are undoubtedly the main forces, and the Yorin, who had caused a catastrophe in Duran Star, is the fastest to rush, and his roar and roar have disappeared at the end of Morgan's vision.

"He is always like this, fighting with the attitude of sacrificing his life, but it is this kind of courage that will save his life: in battle, the soft eggs who are full of life-saving thoughts are the ones who die the fastest."

"The battlefield belongs only to warriors, not to anyone else, and those who call themselves warriors, but are scholars, monks, and cool officials at heart, are not at all suitable for the battlefield, no matter how powerful they may be."

Riemanluth's words echoed in Morgan's ears, and the wolf king of Fenris breathed heavily, letting the heat turn into a whistling mist in the cold air, he was not a pure spectator of war: the blood of the alien had solidified into a sticky flesh that smelled foul along with more flowing blood.

Everything shows that the wolf king of Fenris has been fighting: the aliens who died in his hands may be slightly less than Morgan, and in the roar of the wolf king, the Sixth Legion has broken through dozens of alien lines.

Morgan didn't reply, she just breathed quietly, eating as much as she could in a latitude that no one could see, harvesting those fresh alien souls into her own hands, and eating greedily.

No one knew that she was in a relatively weak state now, and the soul she had accumulated had been depleted in the previous battle, and the current Spider Queen could only exert her original strength.

The last of her attrition had been transformed into a sight not long ago: desolation as far as the eye could see, with Randan's legions crumbling, fortresses falling, and crisscrossing trenches and fortresses turning into a burning purgatory, burning the xenomorph armies from afar into salty ashes blown to every corner.

Such a scene of decay is the final ember of a glorious victory in the eyes of every Imperial soldier: even Hecht.

The tall fangs were standing about three positions behind his Gene Mother at this time, he was still a little unaccustomed to his duties at this moment, and his gaze even stared at Riemanrus rather offended, which made the Wolf King's personal guard look back with dissatisfaction, but the genetic prototype of the Sixth Legion looked at this somewhat overly tall Astarte warrior with interest, and was amazed.

But Hector didn't care, he had the ability to stand up to any space wolf: nothing else, the desolate ruins in front of him.

Not long ago, it was a well-prepared strangulation net, hundreds of thousands of aliens distributed among impregnable fortresses and fortresses, anti-aircraft fire and void shields densely packed like stars at night: the first airborne space wolves were quickly exhausted on this battlefield, and most of them did not even fall to the ground, their airdrop bays were destroyed in mid-air, turning into violent meteors, in the process of continuous falling and disintegration, with high temperatures, Suffocation with powerful air currents killed thousands of warriors.

In the second and third rounds, the futile offensive turned into a senseless slaughter, and the presence of the Void Shield forced many subtle tactics to give way to bloody piles until an ominous ray of light appeared in the very core of Randan's position.

The battle-hardened warriors who had survived the battle with the First Legion were the first to smell something bad, and they recognized in an instant the figure who was slowly emerging from the light, and after a long time, the terrible title of "Soul Drinker" was whispered out of their mouths, fear and madness were seduced in an instant, and when Hector opened his eyes from the light, all he saw was a sea of artillery fire.

Even Hectot, who tried his best to stand in front of Morgan, did not see what was happening next, he only felt that his genetic mother seemed to raise her hand, and spit out a syllable in the most lazy and gentle tone: Then, there was light, endless light, as if it swallowed everything in an instant, whether it was the chaotic sound of cannon fire or the roar of aliens, all of which turned into a silent dead silence.

The light was fleeting, and by the time they regained their sight, the alien legions that had been holding on to the landing area had turned to dust along with their impregnable fortresses, and the less fortunate individuals had even fused with the iron walls, their wails echoing through the air for a while before the psionic fire consumed them completely.

After a long while, a new batch of space wolves crowded into their airdrop silos and hurried to the surface, and the sons of Ruth rushed out of their steel tombs panting as if they were facing a great enemy, and the distorted appearance of their faces that had been prepared for an endless bloody battle at the moment of seeing the desolation in front of them was a comical scene that Hector could never forget.

Needless to say, just by seeing a three-meter figure standing there, just by looking at those Astarte warriors standing respectfully behind her, these battle-hardened space wolves already knew what was going on.

The wolf came out and saluted Morgan respectfully, thanking her for her strength and help, and in the face of such terrible results and ruins, even the most perverse son of Riemannrus knew what to do: the wolves of the Sixth Legion moved in silence, they cleared the field, set up a defensive line, and sent squads and vanguards to test the situation ahead, and in the process, the faint sight never left Morgan's closed-eyed face, and the sight was strange, speculative, and rightfully in awe.

Riemanruth didn't even come to the ground after that: in the face of the strange power of psionic energy, the wolf king of Fenris, who set off first, was far behind his blood relatives, which made him grind his teeth in great displeasure and throw himself into the front line at all costs.

As Hector stood behind his Mother of Genes and felt the complicated gazes coming over him, an emotion that had never been seen before began to brew in his chest.

Proud.

Unusually palpable pride.

Proud of his original body.

It's a novel experience.

He could puff out his chest and face any space wolf that walked in front of him, no matter whether their rank was noble or not, no matter whether their attitude was friendly or not, he couldn't stop Hecht's chest from having a little pride alive.

Proud of his mother.

Even though it was a very brief experience, quickly dissipated by more fighting and roaring, Hector could still recall the feeling vividly when he blinked his eyes.

But now is not the time to reminisce.

Morgan's son forced his will to be vigilant once more, and his eyes were focused on his mother and the Genogen of the Sixth Legion: since Riemanlus had deliberately returned from the front, he must have had his own purpose.

In the blink of an eye, the war had been going on for a long time, and at this time, two genetic prototypes were stepping on a fortress that had been mostly reduced to ruins: it was once garrisoned by more than 3,000 Randan soldiers, as a point of firepower, blocking the path of the Space Wolf, and in order to pull it out, more than fifty of Ruth's descendants threw themselves into the arms of Mokai.

Now, the burning ruins have been transformed into blades that pierce Ran Dan's body: a neat and simple square has been bulldozed, and a steady stream of transport planes and drop pods have fallen on the land, from which more and more deadly weapons of war have emerged: the Chimera, the rhinoceros, Typhon, the Executioner......

And, of course, there are many more sons of Riemanrus.

"A whole armored corps, and a whole Dalian."

The wolf king of Fenris snorted softly from his golden-bearded nostrils, and he spoke slowly, a rather eerie contest in his tone.

"I hope they can use their combat power and kill that alien cub as much as possible, and it would be even better if they could achieve a record like yours."

The Wolf King's words were a little more trivial than his usual casual attitude, and at this moment, Morgan opened his blue eyes: there was no food in the vicinity that could be plundered by her.

[You are not fit to side-knock, my brother Ruth. 】

[Say, what's the matter with you.] 】

Riemanruth took a sip, the acid slowly corroding the ruins.

"I just came back from the front line, you know, I just tore through a few of Ran Dan's defenses with my thirteenth company, and their strength and will are even more difficult than I imagined."

[There is a stagnation on the front line? 】

"Not really, we've been making steady progress throughout, but — it's too slow."

"We have to fight through an entire world to get to our destination, and there are many fortresses and void shields in this world like the bunch of bookworms raised by Magnus, and if we continue to gnaw like this, God knows how much time we will have to waste."

"And we don't have time, my warship told me that Ran Dan's new fleet is constantly attacking and outflanking, and our forces are still at a disadvantage in general, that is, there is no time for us to slowly consume."

"We need to put the final word on it."

【…… Beheading? 】

"You may say whatever you want, but we do need a more powerful blow, a single blow, I mean, is there a way for you to teleport you and me, and one of my teams, to the area near the so-called [Destiny Engine], and the rest will be left to us."

[It's going to be dangerous, Ruth.] 】

Morgan's answer made the Wolf King smile distinctly, and he swaggered over to his own blood body, looking at her as if they had met her for the first time.

"You've been with Johnson for too long, and you've not even been bloody."

"When in this fucking world, when are we not walking with danger?"

"Will the captain be able to guarantee his safe return when he hoists the sails? When a warrior picks up a sword, can he guarantee his triumphant return? ”

"If you want to do it, you and I, the two primordials are together, what is there to be uneven."

Morgan smiled, but did not answer, she closed her eyes again, her consciousness roaring with a new momentum, covering the world with an invisible edge.

She saw, she saw the dense army of aliens coming, she saw the soul furnace that was enough to make anyone shudder, she saw the almost impenetrable walls of copper that surrounded that thing.

She turned her head, only to feel the scarlet sun trying to break free of its restraints and rush into the galaxy, its power causing Morgan to frown.

In reality, Riemanrus waited patiently for a few seconds, and his brows were tightly intertwined.

"Say it accurately, ...... in the end"

The wolf king's low roar echoed through the air, but just as his anger was halfway through it, Morgan's palm rose and stopped in front of him, blocking the second half of his anger in the Fenris's throat.

A voice even colder than Fenris's purgatory reminded Riemanrus of the Sea of Eternal Winter in his homeland.

[Yes.] 】

[I gave permission. 】

Morgan opened his eyes and looked at his brother with a nonchalant attitude.

[How many people are you going to bring?] 】

"Well, let me think about it."

Riemanrus smiled, revealing his savage canines and fangs.

"How many bodyguards can protect your little heart, huh?"

Then, the wolf king saw what he didn't like more than his smile, which came from Morgan's sarcastic smile.

[Feel free. 】

[The numbers you care about, the power you rely on, no matter when, to me. 】

[It doesn't make sense.] 】

(End of chapter)