[Vision]

The ethereal sound came slowly from the infinite void, like the whispers of a god gently passing through the endless sea of clouds that surrounded the sacred mountain.

It was a ruthless, cold, sure declaration of death, a careless hunt and gathering from a higher level of life, and it silently echoed over the core of the Randan Fortress, like a moist breeze blowing through the grass and trees of the valley.

Proud fortresses, endless trenches, and countless anti-aircraft arrays and giant engines protected by the most advanced technology and armament: these most powerful, advanced, and twisted Randan arsenals are piled up in too many places where the so-called [Destiny Engine] can be seen, and the uncountable barrels and muzzles are as numerous as the slams that pierce steens in the depths of hell, and millions of Randan elites are crowded here. Use their life and will to guard the hope behind them that constantly emits a vicious scarlet light that is enough to make any intelligent life feel instinctive fear and tremble.

The [Destiny Engine], it is so large and eye-catching, the scarlet light is clearly visible even from a distance of hundreds of kilometers, it is said that it is the Killing Hallows that Ran Dan's [Emperor] made a deal with an existence in the subspace, and finally created it: that being is not one of the four destructive powers, but second only to it.

Countless Randan soldiers guarded it day and night, and this initial line of defense alone was equipped with terrifying troops, even if it had not been challenged, but every defender did not dare to relax their vigilance.

It wasn't until the cold whisper accompanied by the invisible wind passed through the minds of every warrior in an instant, that even the most astute Randan wizard didn't have time to squeeze the warning out of his throat, and their brains were easily held in the hands of the [Soul Drinker], and fell into the slow chewing sound.

The razor-sharp gaze of the Rankan warrior stalled at the sound, and the soldiers guarding the main square and the transit station were the most serious, and their pupils were reduced to a barren ruin after a trivial struggle.

Tens of thousands of warriors, still standing at their posts, loaded with guns and straight, just a second, they were still trustworthy guardians, but after a short breath, with the dissipation of whispers, these soldiers lowered their heads and sank into the evil dream, they drooled, and continued their duties in the false dream.

No one saw that a faint blue light had appeared out of thin air in the place where countless guns were pointed, and the tall Spider Empress walked out of it with an almost idle attitude, and beside her were extremely nervous fangs.

As soon as the black riding boots stepped on the gray ground, those distant sharp sirens and whistling sounded in Morgan's ears: although countless soldiers had already sunk to her power, those far away were the Randan artillery positions and heavy fire teams that were also quickly aware of the anomaly, and their blows were overwhelming and astonishingly fast.

Morgan looked up, silently at the hundreds of cannonballs and columns of energy, and then let her lips touch each other.

【Protective Force Field】

This slight whisper, not even Hecht who was closest to her, did not hear it, but it did not prevent an invisible barrier from appearing in the next breath, like a pair of invisible divine hands, all the cannonballs and beams of destruction were thus stagnant in mid-air, and while their launchers were still confused and doubtful about this, these metals born for destruction and killing had surrendered to another, more powerful will: the power of technology and physics was stripped away, and they once again let out a savage whistling, pounced on the army of Ran Dan, who were closest to Morgan and were still in endless illusions.

Metal falls, mixed with the screams of death.

The next moment, the sky fell apart.

Morgan spread out her palms, countless heat and flames danced in her field of vision, dying wails and consternation were simply vulnerable in the face of the monstrous metal rage, tens of thousands of Randan warriors had not even woken up from that brief dream, they were blown into charred flesh and ash by friendly fire, these strong fortresses that were enough to block the most powerful attack, and in this way, most of them were destroyed by Randan's own firepower.

Morgan looked at all this in front of her, from the time she stepped out of the light to the actual destruction of Ran Dan's first line of defense, it was just one thing in a dozen seconds: if she wanted to, of course she could do it faster, but the current Spider Empress was more interested in accumulating her own strength and reserves, not to mention, being able to kill more aliens with the hand of the alien would only make her see a slight pleasure.

In the midst of this pleasure, she heard the angry roar of distant positions, the roar of countless engines and the loading of cannonballs grinding against metal: another army was gathering, the power of armor eager to crush her.

She reached out and spat out new words.

【Metal Howl】

The invisible scythe struck again, this time against the slaughter of the menacing armored army: the effect was palpable, and countless explosions and roars rang out on the distant horizon just as the last of Morgan's voice fell to the ground.

The engine exploded, the armor dissolved, and the originally safe shells and gunpowder exploded directly in the strange friction sound, and the unsuspecting Randan artillerymen were rolled into burning charred flesh with the most savage force, and the seeping wails were heard from the tanks that were being assembled one after another, and countless screams and distress voices were rampaging on the communication platform: the tank guys who once trusted them so much seemed to come to life, every part and iron plate of them was constantly restless, the engine was climbing, and the barrel was dissolving, The metal melted into a fiery wave that burned through the skin, guts, and bones......

Countless screams filled the horizon that Morgan couldn't see, causing the Spider Queen to take a deep breath almost in pleasure, and her will once again reigned in the sea of souls, witnessing her battle with satisfaction.

It was once a fortress colony, a well-prepared slaughter trap, a noisy barracks with hundreds of thousands of troops and thousands of torrents of steel.

But now, it's just a dead land.

Morgan curled the corners of her mouth, she shook her finger casually, and the light behind her suddenly expanded dozens of times, as if it had become a wide door, and then, the earth-shattering footsteps came from inside.

The first to rush out was Riemanrus, and immediately behind the Genogen of the Sixth Legion were at least five thousand of the best space wolves, most of them from the most savage and warlike Thirteenth Ranks: the wolf lord of Fenris's favorite wolf lord was among them, his gaze lingered slightly on Morgan's body, and then left under Hect's warning gaze.

At this moment, less than two minutes had passed since Morgan's light had just appeared here.

When the wolves came out, their eyes were instinctively confused by the desolation in front of them, but then, the stench of burnt flesh brought by the fierce hurricane silenced the sensitive wolf princes, who did not ask much questions, did not even dare to look directly at the tall murderer, and the warriors of Riemanlus quickly divided into small groups, went to seize the important places, check for any remaining opponents, and organized even greater formations, and rushed towards the huge scarlet light that was so striking in their eyes.

Soon, the sound of battle was heard in the distance: more and more Randan troops were pouring here, and the Space Wolves had no intention of abandoning any of the lands they had already captured.

Morgan yawned lazily, concentrating on her own food, and it was only after the last escaped soul had been thrown into her insatiable stomach pouch that the greedy lady took a leisurely step, and each time she advanced, she traveled hundreds of meters in a trance, letting her offspring chase after her, and letting the space wolves who suddenly saw her busy expressing their respect for the genetic prototype.

In just a few breaths, she was already at the forefront of the war: as far as the eye could see, there was a mixture of iron and black: the former was the emperor's vicious dog, the latter was Ran Dan's loyal servant.

Two equally filthy colors were fighting in countless fortresses and trenches, their battle lines were changing in the most drastic way with each passing second, and every corner and room had to be changed hands after paying real blood.

This was not a complete slaughter: the army of the Space Wolves did not stop and hold on to the slightest, they quickly launched round after round of charges, taking advantage of the fact that the alien army was not completely on the border, cut a bloody path from the only remaining gap, and killed the only target.

It's like a giant wasp moving forward and killing in the midst of a bunch of ferocious bees.

At the first glance of this scene, Morgan thought so.

She soon found Riemanruth, the space wolf's genetic protogen, the most striking figure on the battlefield, standing at the head of the entire team, without command or planning, what he did was unusually simple and important: wielding his battle axe, clutching his spear, forever rushing in front of each of his heirs, forever cutting off the head of one of the most formidable opponents.

Morgan glanced ahead of him and saw a huge fortress standing on the path of Riemanlus, her will churning in the sea of souls, while grabbing her heirs to her side with her invisible giant hand, she almost casually swung an invisible scythe, turning the stubborn fortress tens of meters high into flying ashes, and in an instant, the road in front of the space wolf was smooth.

There was a deafening cheer from the sons of Fenris, who scrambled to trample over the burning ruins and pounce on their next opponent on the distant horizon.

Only then did Riemanrus stand on a boulder, listen briefly to the reports of the wolf lord and the company commanders, and then roar the simplest orders: charge, cover, or attack somewhere.

By the time these roaring commands crashed into the heads of the wolf lords, Morgan had already come to Riemanruth's side.

[You've always been so rough in management? 】

More and more space wolves are hurrying by, passing the boulder, saluting their genetic father with untoned roars, roars, and noisy verses, and then hurrying to catch up with the pace of war.

Ruth breathed, moisture dripping from his beard as he laughed.

"That's how I manage, a simple but effective process."

The space wolf's genetic protoplasm couldn't help but take a sip before looking at his blood relatives.

"What are you asking for?"

[Learn. 】

The wolf king frowned, as if he smelled something allergic.

"I can't think of anything to learn from Fenris."

[Learning is not worth it, as long as it is something that can exist, it is worth learning, and whether it should be retained after learning is another question. 】

After all, learning should be a sincere exploration, not an arrogant choice. 】

Riemanruth laughed, his wolf-like fangs baring his gulps of air in the air.

"You're smarter than some people, and some people who think they're smart will kill themselves one day...... Say, what did you learn? ”

[At present, I have met some of our brothers in the management of novelty, but none of them have the same management of the legion as you...... Simple. 】

"Everything?"

The Wolf King grinned, his smile tinged with mockery and cunning, enough to overturn any foolish remarks about him.

"My legion has 60,000 men, and it will only increase in the future."

"If I want to manage every Dalian, or even every company, and be excited or annoyed by every death and failure, then what else do I need those wolf lords and company commanders to do, let alone ......"

"If you blindly stare at the prey in front of you, you will only not see the wind and snow in the distance."

"Among the brothers, I am not known for my wisdom or cleverness - well, Johnson must have told you this, so I will only keep an eye on the important things, and as for the other trivialities, I will throw them at the others."

"I'm not a god, I can't care so much, and I don't want to think about it that much."

He took another sip to end the brief conversation, and the wolf king of Fenris began to roar, and he once again rushed into his own pack, causing countless wild howls.

Morgan followed her brother closely, and with every step she walked, she saw a horde of reveling space wolves: they cheered, knocking down Randan's armored vehicles, slashing the heads of the recalcitrant aliens into the air, and the Spider Empress could even see in their expressions and souls an emotion that did not belong to war as their roars and footsteps shook the earth like thunder.

Happy?

Are they rejoicing in the war?

Morgan frowned, she continued to follow her blood relatives closely, and every now and then stingily drew a wisp or two of psionic energy to help the space wolf overturn the fortifications and fortresses that were in the way.

The Spider Empress is stingy with her spiritual power, at this moment, compared to her [heyday] in this war, her strength has shrunk greatly, and the evil consequences of excessive devouring and using soul power have attacked her at this time: her strength has temporarily fallen into a trough, making her mind even flash a trace of pain from time to time, and she urgently needs to constantly replenish her soul power to repair it little by little.

Yes......

Pain.

Long-lost pain.

She even felt a kind of anger that wanted to strangle the self that had been unscrupulous and munching happily not long ago, and that evil act threw the burden to the present.

What do you do when you eat so much......

Her strength was temporarily stagnant at about seventy percent, which was enough for her to kill every opponent or legion she saw, but for some of Morgan's thoughts, below eighty percent meant extreme uneasiness and vigilance.

In the midst of this confusion, she heard a loud voice at the forefront: it was Riemanlus, who was unstoppably single-handedly overturning several alien engines of war.

The roar of the wolves shook the earth, and the cries for Ruth and his father were endless.

Morgan watched, then clapped his hands.

【Impact】

With her whisper, the roar of the wolves expanded hundreds of times in an instant, forming an unstoppable shockwave that completely blasted the countless alien armies in front of them into pieces at once, and the red and yellow streams flowed all over the ground.

All the sons of Riemanrus couldn't help but be stunned in unison.

The next moment, with Ruth himself, all the Fenris laughed loudly, and in the midst of this wild shouting and fighting, they threw themselves into a new round of attack even more frantically.

【Go for it.】 】

It was at this moment that Morgan waved his hand at his heir, and her first syllable caused all the fangs to fall to their knees and listen.

[Go and join this war, to win your own glory, even if it's for me, don't let this group of barbarians look down on the Second Legion.] 】

[Go, my children, go and prove it:]

[You are worthy of ......]

[My blood. 】

(End of chapter)