Remember, Hecht.

Every skull you've chopped off, every drop of blood you've spilled, every inch of territory you've conquered, it's all for the Emperor and the Humans, for the Empire and for Terra, and no one else is entitled to it.

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When Morgan's proudest pawn did not hesitate to take the hundredth life he had harvested today, he remembered the teachings and rumors he had heard when he first became a son of Morgan.

Those fragmentary words, those tenacious admonitions, they came from the mouths of different predecessors: some of them are still famous today, some of them are still able to fight alongside Hecht, and many more have long since disappeared into the continuous flames of the Great Expedition, and even their appearances are difficult to remember.

Among the vast stars, there are only a handful of people who can make a name for themselves in the Empire and the fraternal forces, and there are only a few people who can spread their prestige throughout the empire and brother forces, and more are the unknown battles, contributions, contributions, and sacrifices that come and go in this great expedition, and only the sporadic memories of those former comrades-in-arms are the only tribute to them.

In the face of the great goal set by the emperor for all mankind, in the face of the unprecedented great expedition, even Astarte, and every most ordinary mortal warrior, in fact, is not much different, their exploits are not necessarily prominent, their experiences are not necessarily legendary, and even their words are not always correct.

But even so, Hector would still remember those words, and it was from this that the traditions and traditions that were not formal among the legions came from.

He remembered, he breathed, he killed, and with the roar of the countless wolves beside him, he poured into the next fortress that needed to be captured, and vaguely, he could see Ajax's tall figure joining him from the other direction, and he could see the blue pupils of the Mother of Genes watching his every move calmly.

Even the almost innate calmness brought by the bloodline could not prevent his heart from feeling uneasy at this moment, like a volcano about to erupt.

Genoplasma.

The mother of genes.

He chewed on the combination of letters over and over again.

It's like nibbling on golden apples left behind in the mortal world.

He chewed, excited, and fought at all costs, always one of the warriors at the forefront, and when his great sword cut off the heads of one tough opponent after another, even the unruly wolf lord threw a glance of approval and appreciation in his direction.

The hard-polished alien permanent fortress community was made of the most stubborn alien metal and stone, and the artillery positions and anti-aircraft arrays in the vicinity were like dense forests in the mountains, and just to get close to this last tiger, thirty of the most courageous space wolves fell on the way to the charge, and in the battle for the outer fortress group and passage, the death toll reached three digits.

Like wolves that had been hungry for too long in a cold night, the sons of Riemanrus rushed into the smoke-filled fortress of war, using chainsaws, bombs, axes, and even teeth and fists, room by room, clearing all the ground buildings as fast as they could, and completely blocking every underground passage they could find with collapse and firelight, so as to ensure that their rear would be temporarily safe in the rest of the battle.

No one knows how many space wolves have died in this disorderly strangulation battle, just as no one knows how many aliens the Son of Riemanlus slaughtered in this fortress, in short, after less than a Terra standard hour, the last gunshot also slowly dissipated in the sky at the top of the fortress, and the genetic prototype of the Sixth Legion used an unstoppable slash to cut the last Randan overlord who tried to challenge him into two lifeless pieces, and with the Fenris wolf king's long roar in the sky, the battle was temporarily over.

Ran Dan's officers had deduced their own defenses, confident that even the most powerful forces would need dozens of planetary rotation days to tear through the core fortress communities that defended the [Destiny Engine], but in fact, with the Gene Prototype leading their best offspring to the front line, it only took them a few hours to destroy anything arrogant enough to try to stop them, whether it was Ran Dan's legion or the Fortress.

But that didn't make all the aliens panic, and during the terrible tug-of-war with the Human Empire for a whole decade, Ran Dan's army had felt the power of the Empire's genetic protoplasms more than once, and they knew that the only way to stop these terrible demons was to stop them.

That's offense, it's courage, it's endless sacrifice.

And these, they are not lacking.

The final path had already been revealed, and before it came the almost endless army of Randan, the moment the heirs of Riemanrus had taken the fortress, they had to accept the reality: a battle turned into a defensive battle in the blink of an eye, Morgan's lead for the space wolf had been exhausted in countless bloody battles, and the main force of the alien had been awakened, and it was extremely ferocious.

The rare Randan overlord in the past is as numerous as a swarm of hungry locusts, and countless Randan wizards who have been involved in the war with this world have released their strength in the most desperate posture in front of the [Soul Drinker] who cannot be mentioned, just to make the possibility of victory a little more.

Ran Dan's army obscured the sky and the sun, perhaps hundreds of thousands: this time, it was no longer the alien slaves and cannon fodder who were driven, nor the old and weak who were forcibly recruited and inspired, but the real elite divisions, each of whom was a terrible warrior who had drunk countless blood, and each of them was a dead soldier who could pounce on the genetic prototype head-on.

Rather than cling to the crumbling fortresses, Riemanluth came to a wide flat ground with only a few collapsed towers, and the wolf king from Fenris raised his axe blade and roared to the sky.

"For the whole father!"

Thousands of space wolves raised their blood-drenched weapons in unison to the roar of the Father of Genes.

"For Ruth and Father!!" ”

The iron-gray wolves roared, trampling through blood and land, following in their quest for the Father of Genes, whom they had sworn eternal allegiance to, to the boundless Alien Army.

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their land.

their blood.

Hector whispered, and the dark green light turned into a whirlwind in his palm, reaping hundreds of lives in one breath after another.

In the continuous battle, he has been completely separated from those space wolves who are screaming and fighting, and the alien army is like a wave impulsive towards the battle line of the wolf pack without stopping, even the most determined battle line will be crushed by this madness, only countless battle groups are scattered in the ruins, stubbornly continuing the battle.

But fortunately, in the midst of this extreme chaos, Hector still joined his fighting brothers, and the six-man team was once again reunited in the chaos of the army: the blue light guided them from beginning to end, guiding them to tear through the chaos of frenzy, find their fighting brothers among the tens of thousands of troops, and let them fight side by side once again in front of a fortress that had been taken by Randan.

"Break it!"

Seeing that Ajax's heavy bolt was completely damaged, Hector tilted his head and gave an order to the two psykers, Salieri and Eris, and the order was quickly and thoroughly carried out.

Salieri called out his psionic powers, destroying the heavy doors of the fortress, and Eris's whisper was a little slower, but it completely crushed the entire fortress walls to ashes at once, and even the aliens that were too far forward were also wiped out with his whispers.

Dangerous people.

Hector suddenly remembered that Eris called himself so, and it seemed that he was not boasting.

But before he had time to think more, this crumbling dilapidated house completely collapsed, and then countless Ran Dan elites emerged from it.

Hector swung his broadsword and once again, led the way.

Charge, kill, bleed.

These Hecht had done countless numbing activities, and now he was already at ease, he rushed to the front, cleaving a path for his comrades, and in the corner of his eye, he could see that the Shadow Champion was rushing towards another wave of aliens, and he knew that he didn't have to worry about opponents in that direction anymore.

Hector fought and advanced all the way to the deepest part of the fortress, where several formidable opponents awaited him, some of whom exuded the air of the hegemon, and a most difficult battle was coming.

Scuffles, roars, flying blades, scalding blood......

As time passed, there were constantly opponents falling to the ground, but more alien elites were pouring out from multiple passages, and in this room where it was a little difficult to even turn around, Hector had to face more than ten opponents who could not win quickly, and the alien blades were like a rain of wind and rain, leaving dense scars on his armor.

Until he heard a familiar footstep running from this side.

"Eris!"

Hector roared, his strength surging with his roar, the greatsword accompanied by the savage brute force, temporarily forcing back several opponents in front of him, and at this time, the dangerous man also rushed into the room, he took less than a millisecond to observe the situation, and then without hesitation, he called out his psionic energy, tore several boulders from one side of the wall, hit the aliens in the back, and also blocked the passages that kept pouring out of the aliens.

Hector seized the opportunity, he took a step forward and set off the slaughter, and for a moment, countless limbs and blood flew wantonly with the dark green wind.

Hector ended his fight before the aliens who had been hit by the boulder could get up again, and he didn't give any of them a chance to swing their knives again.

It wasn't until the last of his hostile breaths suddenly cut off that Morgan's proudest pawn touched the scar on his armor and nodded to Eris in thanks.

And it was at this time that he heard some kind of collapse sound.

The wall, the wall that Eris had torn off at will, it was clear that it couldn't hold any longer, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the previous battle that had shaken it, and before Hector could think more, the insignificant stone wall collapsed with a bang.

Then, at the other end of the stone wall.

It was at least twenty heavily armed and powerful Ran Dan elites.

Hector took a deep breath, and then, he glanced at Eris.

He suddenly understood.

The true meaning of "dangerous person".

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Hecht was fighting.

The wolves are fighting.

Everyone, all fighting.

But Morgan, on the move.

After a moment's thought, the Spider Queen snapped her fingers and placed her body in an underground compartment, ensuring that no matter what the strife was, it would not really threaten her.

Then, she called her consciousness to ascend into the sea of souls, and in a few breaths, she was already witnessing the war on the surface through the eyes of the gods.

She saw that countless blood was flowing, she saw Riemann Ruth like an immortal vortex, crushing countless opponents in a frenzy, and she saw that the most powerful Randan overlords, generals, and wizards were about to join the siege of the Wolf King of Fenris: so she reached out and drained their souls, leaving behind a few random storms that threw them into the tide of Randan, reaping tens of thousands of lives.

And after sprinkling these idle people at random, Morgan finally gathered all his attention, and let her will turn into a meteor in the dark night sky, without anyone being able to perceive it, swept over the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting, swept past all the war machinery and defense methods arranged by Ran Dan, and before the next moment came, [Morgan] was already close to his goal.

And as her will drew closer to the painful aggregate, the Spider Queen gradually heard her welcome speech.

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"Welcome."

"Welcome, son of the provocateur."

"You're welcome."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I'm waiting, waiting for the emperor who is not the emperor to come to the stage, waiting for the overlord who is not the overlord to return to the throne, these are the things I have heard in the endless waves of subspace, and a long time ago, a prophecy told me that I was coming to you."

"Find you, Morgan, the most vicious son of the provocateur, a being that cannot be pinpointed in any words, not in the words of mortals: loyalty, betrayal, hatred, or any other adjective, which cannot describe your complexity."

"You and I are the same, we have something in common, and there is a basis of interest that can temporarily reach cooperation."

"Now, we can talk."

(End of chapter)