As Morgan watched as the metal dragon soared through the sea of souls, the alien army had torn through the final curtain between the subspace and the real universe and arrived on this nameless battlefield.

They emerged in a blood-red glow, much shrunk from the infinity of the Taxs system, but still an invincible behemoth.

The Alien Empire's armies were vast, occupying half of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, facing off against the equally endless human fleet, separated from stars and planets.

Silence and silence seemed to be the only theme of the moment, and both the warriors of the Human Empire and the elites of the Alien Empire were in a quiet air, witnessing the brilliant presence in the opposing battle columns: their light even surpassed the dim sun, shining brightly in the farthest distances.

In the human fleet, surrounded by countless battleships, the Queen of Glory, and the Mechanical Ark, a distant light slowly rose from the [Emperor Dream], like a lighthouse in the darkest darkness, causing bursts of cheers like the waves of the sea.

And in the vastness of the ocean, which only psionics could see, it was not a light at all, but the coldest of the suns, around which a metal dragon surrounded it, and from time to time let out a roar of rage and fear: no matter how much the dragon struggled and bitten, it was still held tightly in the sun's palm.

At this moment, in the third eye of some people, in this nameless galaxy, there are two suns.

No.

It's three.

When the alien emperor also appeared on the battlefield, the cheers from the alien fleet were also in every corridor and every legion, and they could not stop for a long time.

The light of the Alien Emperor was even more dazzling than that of the Lord of Humanity: it was not a mild coldness, but pure burning, pure madness, pure self-death.

But no one could see that the only thing that mortals could see was two equally powerful rays of light that suppressed the original round of daylight in this galaxy, which were golden and scarlet, and again, invincible.

They confronted, silent, like the real sun, slowly rising in the eyes of thousands of fanatical loyal people and warriors, their footsteps shattering the barriers of gravity and the universe, and they came to the infinite stars and voids, to the very center of this nameless galaxy, to the nameless world.

In the deepest part of the subspace, where no one could see, even the warmest and most reckless applause had ceased, and countless unborn beings accompanied by the majesty of the four great powers, accompanied by the appearance of countless powerful beings, maintained the silence and silence of their short lives once in a while: quietly watching this rare drama, silently waiting for the long-evident result.

Under Valdona's silent gaze, in Skanderbe's uneasy gnashing of teeth, in the murmurs of countless mechanical bishops and Wizards of Randan, in the frowning brows of Horus and Motarion.

In Morgan's silent, deep gaze without a glimmer of light.

Two kings, two wills, slaves of two races, emperors of two empires.

In the limelight, in a corner that no one can see.

Walked across from each other.

This is the beginning.

It's also the end.

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When it finally stepped on the land, it felt a rare tranquility, a tranquility that bordered on luxury, almost death.

The whispers of the gods had completely disappeared, as if they had lost any interest in him, but it could feel their gaze: they hadn't left, they had just been quiet, letting their smiles rest on the hideous countenance.

It took its steps, it moved forward, and it could feel the spirits driven mad by pain and death tormenting it at all costs, as they had done before, putting its body and reason under the blade of the never-ending cold wind.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

It walks, it goes.

Soon, it was successful in reaching its destination, so easy.

It's been a long time since it's done such simple things, so long that even it has forgotten how long.

It seemed to have forgotten too much: it seemed to have some plans, it seemed to want some real heirs, it seemed to want to see the best friends who had left it, it seemed to want to leave the palace to see what life was like for the most ordinary of the Randans......

It seems that you want to do nothing, just relax, cozy, escape, lie on a beach, just lie down like that, ask about the salty and wet sea breeze.

It seems to have wanted to do that, but at some point, it has been forgotten.

…… That's it.

It doesn't matter.

It lifted its head, and as its gaze crossed the shadow of the stars, it remembered Skanderbeg, its last friend.

It seems to be leading a fleet, leading a small fleet, staying in the orbit of this world, and among those fleets, there is only its forbidden army, its pride.

It was a sandy land, a low-lying area of the wildest and savage, directly exposed to the void devoid of any means of oxygen or radiation, and in the light of the faintest star, only the shadows cast by the eroded rocks could barely be seen.

He was waiting for it right there.

He was shining, he was burning, he was releasing a cold glow that made its pupils unconsciously squint, but it didn't flinch further, it looked at him, at the emperor it had fought with for so long.

The Emperor of Mankind.

The creator of the impossible miracle.

It always wanted to meet him.

It always wanted to talk to him about something.

It had always wanted to ask how he had managed to do it: in the midst of death, to awaken a dead race.

It always wanted to ask what kind of world he wanted: was it the same as it? Isn't it the same as it? Is there anything similar or different from what it fantasizes about, the ultimate dream of the most ordinary Ran Dan electing his own leader and deciding his own fate?

It wanted to ask, it wanted to say.

But when it really came to this point, it found itself with nothing to say.

What can it say?

It smiled and stepped forward.

It's been too long.

It's been too long.

It's been too long.

……

Now, let this be over.

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The Lord of Humanity wore the noblest and most sacred armor, and instead of holding the flaming golden sword, he clenched another silver-white light.

He took it out of the Martian dungeon and broke one of his promises, and from that moment on, it was constantly trying to break free.

He held it tightly, letting his strength repair the burnt skin and flesh, allowing some scars to appear in places where no one could see.

As he did all this, he was shrouded in light, so that no one could see his actions, and all he could hear was praise of nobility and holiness.

Noble, sacred......

His most hated word.

Just like this armor.

From the moment he put on this armor and picked up his sword, he was constantly thinking about when he would be able to take them off.

He swore that once he took them off, he would never need to put them on again.

It may have been difficult, but he soon remembered one of his children: his Horus, his wolf god, his Sagittarius.

With him, it wouldn't be an ethereal fantasy.

He thought so, so convinced.

Then, he looked up.

The alien had already walked in front of him.

By this time, it was as tall as a nest, like an invincible demon dragon standing in front of a young child, and the Lord of Humanity only raised his head and clutched the nameless weapon.

He's faced tougher opponents, more desperate situations: too many to count.

They don't end any differently.

He looked up, and he looked at the other emperor, the ruler of the Randan, the alien.

The corpse.

In the light, he could see even its flesh and skin: for any flesh and skin had been devoured at the moment of birth, and he saw the souls, the crowded, the roaring souls, roaring at him, like mosquitoes in a summer night.

They are malevolent, they are resentful, they are demons without masters, they are countless hideous faces, snickering at the mercy of gods from an infinite distance, turning into one distorted magic mirror after another, confiding to him a serious and false future.

He saw it.

He saw the flames of war burning in the galaxy, from Sacred Terra to Otrama, every inch of the land struggling to survive in the midst of poison gas and desolation, and the story of Arcadius and Honorius descended on his realm.

He saw the scarlet fire burning in the eyes of the careerist: they were primordials, Astartes, nobles, commoners, the nobles, the lowliest, their wrath burning in unison, burning his empire.

He saw, he saw the angry angel raise the holy golden spear, and in the light of the endless light, pierced the dying man under the silver hair, his pupils leaking bloody tears, and he grieved for his feud with his blood relatives.

He saw, he saw another crown, on the head of the reluctant Perfect, and three blood relatives with each other cheered his accession to the throne, and in sincerity and doubt, they celebrated another empire.

He saw, he saw bullets in the muzzle of a gun, one, killing a generation.

He saw, he saw the light shining in three points, a wisp, destroying a world.

He saw it.

He saw the snow-white bones.

That's the bones of an alien emperor.

That was the pain of the Alien Emperor.

That's the eternity of the Alien Emperor.

It screams, it suffers, it witnesses the most terrible atrocity of atrocities in its endless twisting, remorse, and torment: the end of its race.

It's trapped there, it's trapped in the screams of the gods, it's trapped in the palatial halls, it's trapped in the ropes of struggle, responsibility, guilt and frustration, it's trapped in its own hopes......

It's stuck there.

Ten thousand years, ten thousand years.

——————

He looked at it.

Look at the alien emperor.

Look at himself.

——————

Then he raised his weapon.

He only said one word.

That's the beginning and the end.

That is judgment and mercy.

He said.

——————

[Death]

——————

The light shines brightly, leading to a dark place.

The dragon's roar began beneath the dust.

Judgment, holiness, glory, death......

A moment in time, it is already 10,000 years.

When Waldo, who was on the orbit of this barren world, slowly raised his head, he could see everything in front of him.

He saw that the gods were laughing, and their joy and boredom were so fickle that when the joy of that moment dissipated with death, their figures disappeared from the sky, returning to the eternal boredom and strife.

He saw that the world was collapsing, the brilliant light seemed to rise a thousand suns at the same time in the clear sky, the dazzling colors were like ten thousand golden leaves reflecting their own light under the scorching sun, and the barren world was collapsing, because with that blow, the countless stars were falling in the world.

It was a blow from the emperor.

Only one hit.

All was silent again.

With countless cheers, countless wails, countless unquestionable hysteria, countless cheers and joys in the sky, countless echoes in the warships of humans and aliens, the diametrically opposite, echoes from heaven and hell, from the sonories of the pursuit of victory and the scattering of flights.

Waldo looked up, and he heard another voice, what a faint, what a sacred, what a unique voice.

He scrutinized it.

Finally, he heard clearly.

It was a voice that belonged to the aliens, it was a voice that belonged to the emperor, it was a voice that belonged to eternity.

It was a sigh.

That's all.

As it slowly dissipates, there is no vigor, no miracle and struggle, everything is over: a declaration and promise about the galaxy, a war and competition about fate, and a sacrifice and fantasy about eternity.

Dissipated.

It's over.

ceases to exist.

——————

An emperor is dead.

——————

Valdo lowered his head, he didn't have time to think about anything more: Randan's fleet seemed to feel something at this moment that could never be refuted, and when their disbelief rose again with that golden light, it turned into utter madness and collapse.

However, not all Randan warriors were like this, at least, in the fleet that Waldo's fleet supervised and confronted, another kind of determination burned.

Randan forbidden army.

Valdo had heard of them, and he would not deny their strength.

He spoke.

"Prepare for battle."

"Target: Those aliens in orbit known as the Randan Forbidden Army."

"The number of enemies...... Forty thousand. ”

"No limit to the means."

"Leave no mouth alive."

(End of chapter)