Here it comes.

Do not look directly.

Invincible.

Unstoppable.

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Morgan looked at it, at the terrifying monster that was expanding, growing stronger, and constantly twisting, and every breath of it brought about the most obvious increase in power, and every second in the eyes of mortals brought far more pressure and trembling to Morgan than the previous second.

Here it comes.

It walked in the void as if an enraged wild elephant was destroying the most fragile of trees.

All are trying to stop it, all beings are commanded to use their own courage and perseverance to stop its advance, the war of the Void that had been so tragic and vast not so long ago has now become an all-night feast near the end, and all the unfortunate people who still have their senses have to deal with their exhausted energy and body, while doing everything in their power to complete the task as best they can, and those wonderful creations that were once magnificent and majestic are now only tattered filth, forcibly driven, Once again, into the fray.

Whether it is the Empire or Ran Dan, everyone is experiencing a kind of torture, a torture that uses their firm will to squeeze the last physical strength as much as they can: in this mournful battlefield, only two forces still maintain the greatest vitality: the space wolves that have just been released and are stimulated by blood and death, and those who have been pouring into this galaxy for a long time.

And so, a battle broke out among them about blocking and opening the way.

This time, the weapon is no longer a mighty battleship and heavy firepower, but a blade, a will, and the most savage soul supported by pure madness and faith.

After all, the current situation is too dangerous even for Astarte and the alien elite: the Tux system, an already young and restless world, has been ravaged back and forth three times in the shortest possible time.

In order to smooth the war, first the dark angels ruthlessly transformed and weakened the stars and planets, and then, in the boundless war of attrition, the screams and madness from the spider queen exploited the only remaining curtain again and again, until now, this last precarious situation has been completely torn apart by the alien emperor who desperately wants to rush into this galaxy.

At this moment, the world and the stars are completely dead, and the rolling black wave symbolizes the power of the subspace, swallowing up most of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, and the endless whirlpools and storms ravage every unfortunate person they can catch, and countless warships and armies have been captured, torn apart, and swallowed by the elusive wave before they even have time to rush to the forefront of the war.

But even so, even if the danger in the void has forced each warship to take its own Geller stance, they are still vulnerable compared to the rampant scarlet stars.

Morgan opened her third eye, which would not be seen, and her will and vision penetrated distance and dimension at this moment, seeing what was happening between the stars.

The scarlet dragon was swooping in her direction, in the direction of the already crumbling [Engine of Destiny], all trying to stop it, and hundreds of warships did not hesitate to break away from the vast airspace of the star Tuckers V that they had held for so long, scrambling to stand in the way of this terrifying character who dared to use his own body to cross the now crazy and twisted void.

But it didn't work.

Crushed, shattered, torn apart and destroyed like ragdolls, any one of these mighty void engines from the Human Empire could easily crush a world, but their lives were as fragile as withered leaves in the face of the furious scarlet dragon.

It, the Emperor of Randan, slammed like a meteor into all pathetic beings who dared to stand in its way, tearing apart steel and flames, it stretched out its hand, clenched in the void, and the next moment, it was like an angry fist accumulating its strength and fury.

In the next moment, the [Illustrious Majesty], a battleship that had served in the First Legion for more than a hundred years, was like a crystal product that had been slammed with a hammer, and in an instant, it turned into endless fragments, and the tens of thousands of lives on it, like this once majestic battleship, were captured by the gravity and vortex that existed everywhere in the shattered void, and disappeared silently.

Behind it, the [Lion Eyes], another proud engine that had once repelled three of the Randan capital ships with one enemy and three, its death was even more tragic: the most violent explosion came from the deepest part of the subspace engine that occupied a quarter of its body, and in half a breath it devoured the steel beast, and the shouts of the high-ranking knight chief had just been carried out to inform the fall of his allies, and it was already occupied by the screams of raging fire and death, Every captain connected to the public communications platform could hear with great clarity how the relentless flames pierced through his clothes and skin, scorching all his bones and flesh into charred in an instant.

And at this time, the slaughter of the invincible was not over.

The Sword of Noumaki, the protagonist of the dispute in the Battle of Duran, disappeared in a burst of fiery light.

The Durlan Armor was kneaded alive by the most surging power until it became a disgusting steel pie mixed with tens of thousands of twisted bloody corpses.

The Toulouse Light, captured by a black hole that had formed, and countless pairs of eyes witnessed how it was dismantled and killed alive in a matter of seconds amid the captain's cries for help.

Azwal ......

All of it, all the death and fear, was only caused by the Emperor of Ran Dan in the moment he raised his hand: unprepared, unpremeditated, it just squandered its own strength, strengthened by the souls, the wrath, and the raging storm of subspace, and it had already set off an unprecedented blood tide in the fleets of the First Legion.

And then, it slowed down its pace slightly, and in front of it was a large fleet, a terrible army of more than a hundred warships, which felt this from all sides, forming a task force that Johnson had patched together, forming the last obstacle to the Emperor's rescue [Destiny Engine] that blocked Ran Dan.

And what greeted these warriors was the blood-red light that flickered and expanded in the palm of the Alien King.

Before the sharpest radar and divination box could react, the Emperor of Randan had already roared, and with its roar, the light unleashed its power like a sun being launched, its explosions and singing brighter than a thousand burning stars, and more than a million people were blinded by the sight of it blooming in the infinite void.

Their pain didn't last long, because in that very second, the blow from the Alien Emperor had already penetrated all the warships of the entire task force, and hundreds of deadly void engines were swallowed up by the violently expanding light in the blink of an eye, and everything was so fast that even Johnson and Morgan, who were far away, did not have time to react or give any instructions.

Like the brightest meteor in the sky, the light from the Alien Emperor was fleeting, and it was gone before the next icy breath arrived.

And with its disappearance, an entire task force fleet and hundreds of warships also disappeared into the void.

There was no wailing, no trace, not even a single fragment or debris, as if they had never appeared in this world, leaving Emperor Ran Dan with the widest and most vast passage.

This invincible alien monarch did not stop for the slightest, and it immediately turned into the most dazzling and iciest scarlet giant meteor, and crashed into the steel world equipped with the [Destiny Engine] with an unstoppable stance.

Here it comes.

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Morgan withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and was silent for a second, devouring the backlash of witnessing it.

Her eyes were bleeding, and so were the corners of her mouth, for two completely different reasons: the former, the price of wantonly spying on a powerful lifeform and soul, and the latter, the side effect of her frantically devouring every alien soul she could find before this observation.

When Morgan opened his eyes, Riemanlus and his space wolves had completed another of the bloodiest and most crazy massacres, in just a few dozen minutes, the wolf king of Fenris led his own heirs, cut off a hundred times the head of his own side, and the entire brigade of the Sixth Legion was accompanied by the wild laughter in the bloody wind, unscrupulously in the army of Randan, crushing a bloody path full of scarlets and skulls.

Morgan's sons followed this mad army, but they didn't go into battle again: Hector was now carrying his genetic prototype on his shoulder, trying to block any blades and bullets with his body as much as possible, and outside of him, there were lines of defense: the psionic shield that Salieri and Eris sang together, Ezio's relentless hunt against any alien that came into view, and all of Morgan's sons with their own strength, oaths, and bodies, Impenetrable line of defense.

Until their genetic mother wakes up from another battlefield.

Morgan awoke, her teal pupils open, which were now filled with a chilling light, the Genotype of the Second Legion waving his hand casually, and each of her heirs felt the exhaustion, the pain, and even the scars left on the limbs of the days of fighting disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Morgan didn't look at her own heirs, she just blindly searched for Riemanruth, and she quickly found them, but when she officially set out to inform her blood relatives again, the Spider Queen paused and looked down at her heirs.

She spoke softly, but her flat voice had unquestionable conviction, and in a noisy battlefield, it could clearly echo in the chest of every Morgan heir.

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[Hector, Ezio, Chiron, Salieri, Ajax, and Eris.] 】

[Your battles and bloodshed, your determination and dedication, I have always been in the sea of souls, and I have seen it really. 】

[For now, your performance has exceeded my expectations, and I can't ask you for more for the time being.] 】

But I can tell you, my bloodline, a new battle is coming, this is a battle between me and my blood relatives, even for you, everything that follows is too dangerous. 】

Therefore, I now give you a new commandment. 】

[While I am preoccupied with this battle, when this most terrible meat grinder is involving us all, my children, my children, I will not ask you to take any glory and victory, nor will I ask you to overcome the hordes of space wolves. 】

[In the next battle, I have only one request for you. 】

[Survive. 】

[Whatever it takes, survive. 】

[Survive, wait for me to return, I will return to our legion with you.] 】

She spoke, she smiled, she let a bitter smile take over her most delicate features, and then, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she slowly said her last words and feelings.

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[My children. 】

[I used to be confused, anxious, and overwhelmed. 】

[I used to be afraid of reunion and acquaintance with you. 】

But now, your performance has made me know and understood. 】

[If my heirs, my blood, are noble warriors like you. 】

Then I will willingly stand at the front of all of you, on top of all of you. 】

[Shoulder to shoulder with you.] 】

[Bear everything.] 】

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The words were hurried, like Morgan's footsteps, without the slightest pause.

The Spider Empress of the Second Legion had almost instinctively left such a message for her children, and then, she had no energy to observe their expressions: she could probably guess what could happen to Hecht's countenance.

In the next instant, she had come to Riemanrus's side.

The Wolf King did not disappoint anyone, and in this short period of time that no one could have imagined, he tore through all obstacles, unimpeded, and pointed his Bacchus spear at the vital point of the so-called [Engine of Destiny].

But another force is just as swift.

Meteors, scarlet meteors, are inexorably tearing through the thin atmosphere of the steel world and coming to the surface of the strife, causing carnage and destruction.

Morgan opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Riemanrus had already given the order.

With the roar of the Fenris Wolf King, a thousand of the best space wolves scrambled to the place where the meteor fell, and the hideous roar continued all the way.

"How long will it take?"

[The sooner the better.] 】

As he spoke, Morgan worked his soul power on his fingertips with the most selfless concentration, and after a moment, her lips touched lightly to reveal a position, and the Bacchus spear stabbed without hesitation, and immediately returned to Riemanrus's hand automatically.

Once.

Once.

Again.

It's just a matter of moments.

But just then, the Spider Empress's voice suddenly shuddered.

“…… What's wrong? ”

The wolf king frowned, and looked at his blood relatives for the first time.

【…… No, nothing. 】

Morgan closed his eyes and continued his guidance and voice.

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And as far as her third eye could perceive.

The thousand screamed and fought fiercely, and at the command of their genetic father, rushed towards the scarlet and bleeding space wolf.

Their roar.

their will.

their lives.

It's gone.

(End of chapter)