War, or rather, slaughter.

The human slaughter of Randan.

The slaughter of the victors against the losers.

It lasted for a while, a long time, and it was also spilled with untold blood: almost every warship of Randan needed a real battle to capture and destroy, and the war that broke out between the forbidden armies of the two empires was an unusually tragic strangulation battle across the galaxy.

Ran Dan's warriors have proved to everyone with facts that any race that can compete for galactic supremacy will not be a rabble that lives only by looking up to their heroes, and when any emperor rises, there will always be a legion worthy of him behind him, an empire worthy of him, and a race worthy of him.

Courage, tenacity, perseverance, determination, and even the noble consciousness of firing the last shot symbolizing the indomitable will in the face of an unstoppable opponent and fate in a desperate situation, Ran Dan has never lacked these.

And it was with such noble spirit and perseverance that they were slaughtered by the human army one by one.

Neither fate, nor the Milky Way, nor the gods in the clouds that are gradually dissipating, will shed even a single tear for their enlightenment and nobility, because the only great one who will shed tears for them has died completely.

At this moment, the Randan Empire, which once dominated all directions, was no different from those slave races that had fallen at their feet.

In this galaxy, there are too many excellent races, and they have the talent and aptitude to pursue their destiny and future: but there is only one winner's throne, one side survives, and the other side will fall.

Only this time, it was the once ambitious Alien Empire that fell, and in order to kill it, the fleet of the Lord of Terra also spent a lot of effort.

Even with a huge army including two primordials and several mechanical arks, it still took several Terra standard days for the Human Empire to completely annihilate the alien army and sink every alien warship that fought to the death in the frenzied shouts.

But the hardest victory undoubtedly belonged to the Golden Guard of the Human Empire, and in the sky above the nameless world where the Alien Emperor fell, Waldo led his brothers and sisters, who were accustomed to silence, to wipe out all the alien elites who were dubbed the [Randan Forbidden Army] in a non-stop confrontation and slaughter, which was a terrible war that would not be celebrated:

The Praetorian Army and the Sisters of Silence suffered more than half of the casualties in the desecrated Xenomorph warships, and the 40,000 guards of the Xenomorph Emperor and the best 500 Overlords were slaughtered: these Xenomorphs knew more about the meaning and value of unity than the Emperor's proud golden warriors, not to mention the fact that the desecrated labyrinth engines were familiar to them, which was the main reason why the battle was so fierce.

At least a thousand Praetorian and Silent Nuns rested in the twisted alien warships, their bodies buried in the best possible way, while their tangible, and perhaps non-existent, ethereal souls wandered slowly in the sea of souls that grew calmer, and at the end, rested quietly under the endless rays of the icy sun.

That's their reward.

The only reward.

That's enough.

They are serene.

At the very least, when Morgan observed them from afar, she did feel a kind of serenity and serenity in their aura that she envied.

The Spider Queen's third eye trembled because of this scene.

Well......

Think about it.

She was not envious.

——————

She is not envious.

Morgan thought.

Then, as covertly as she could, she stretched out her invisible cat's claws to the battleship full of the delicious souls of the alien forbidden army, and quietly grabbed a large lump, formed a ball, and showed it into her mouth.

Delicious......

Even compared to the few treasures she had left, these powerful souls known as the Randan Forbidden Army were incomparably luscious, and they even had a spicy flavor that was perhaps the spice of the most resolute spirit.

It's a pity that the number is too small.

Although Morgan thought that her appetite was as small as those hummingbirds among the lush greens, the soul of the 40,000 Randan Forbidden Army really couldn't satisfy her current appetite.

There was no other way, she could only extend her cat's claws to the souls of the alien warriors who were a lot worse in taste, but simply full: these miscellaneous pieces certainly tasted a little like chewing wax, but most of the ones who could get this far were the most essential part of the alien empire, although they were not very delicious, but they did have [nutrition].

In this way, Morgan happily enjoyed her dinner while watching with great interest how the Imperial fleet strangled the alien army step by step: she focused on the performance of Horus and Mortarian in battle, and she had a deep first impression of the human forbidden army on another battlefield.

At this moment, the Spider Empress of the Second Legion is in an extremely rare state of comfort: those mortal nurses and the medical doctors of the First Legion have been taken away by Coswayne himself, and now, Morgan has a gorgeous lounge to himself, with his feet on the soft back of [Warlord], while watching the immersive space bloody opera, while squeezing the cheeks of his soul body.

She still had some headaches, and felt the fatigue and weakness that some kind of exertion must have, which made her too lazy to bother to maintain her body, to maintain a body that seemed a little too immature: if anyone entered the room, he might wonder why a child could be so honorable.

She's resting: Of course she has the right to rest, even if the Lion of Caliban comes looking for her, she can rightly grab the fruit bowl next to her and smash him out.

Who called this the Indomitable Truth, the flagship of the First Legion, where Morgan rightfully had some wayward surplus: even her children would be stained with a lot of light.

Hector's team was guarding outside her room, preventing anyone from approaching the Mother of Genes' room, and in the room at the other end of the hallway, Johnson and Vulcan's injuries had almost healed themselves, but they hadn't woken up yet.

Everything was going so smoothly that Morgan even felt a hint of joy: her mind seemed to be becoming active, something that Morgan himself did not feel.

Unfortunately, this pleasure lasted only until Morgan's third eye swept over the most delicious of souls.

The huge soul that belonged to the Alien Emperor who was located in the barren world and exuded a wonderful poisonous aura......

Yes...... Want to eat......

……

…… No

No, no, no.

She didn't want to eat it.

She didn't want to eat at all.

The Spider Queen patted her face and forcibly shifted her gaze elsewhere, but that didn't stop the fact that the delicious soul was there: she could even ask about its taste and hear the terrible roar that haunted it.

Hundreds of billions of the most miserable, crazy death-wailing sounds, what a great accompaniment to that, she even remembered a dish she had seen on the recipes of the Spirit Empire about crying and souls......

No, don't think about it.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and quietly glanced at the icy sun that was above the [Emperor's Dream].

For some reason, the Lord of Humanity did not join the ensuing battle, and he returned to his ship, leaving his heirs and men to be honored in the slaughter.

And in the sea of souls, Morgan could see that there seemed to be some cracks in the boundless psionic light of her genetic father, which may be the reason why he was absent from the battle.

But that didn't stop her from quietly swallowing her saliva and refocusing her gaze on the safer, drier alien souls.

After all, she could see that although the Lord of Humanity had moved away from the world where Emperor Ran Dan had fallen, his light had always shone on the huge soul of the Alien Emperor, as if he was doing some follow-up work.

She didn't dare to lean over.

Jumping over those snow-white human souls, Morgan grabbed countless screaming and roaring alien souls, kneading tens of thousands of souls into delicious balls, and fell into a wanton munching on them, hiding his grief and anger with a false satisfaction.

Well......

She wasn't angry, she didn't regret, she didn't care: it was just a more powerful alien soul that had spent all her savings to eat it, and now she had found nothing......

She wasn't angry at all.

The alien soul that was enough to fill an entire legion was wantonly stuffed into his mouth by Morgan, and the Spider Queen's cheeks even bulged, and the joy of the previous moment was gone at this time.

At this moment, Morgan is like the lowest groundhog, munching in a corner where no one is looking, turning the waves of anger and resentment into a somewhat loud chewing sound.

And then......

Then she noticed that the icy sun seemed to turn with her munching.

It cast an emotionless glance at Morgan's position.

……

……

……

Morgan: (X*)

Morgan blinked.

Blinked again.

For a moment, she even thought she had a delusion: maybe it was just an unfortunate coincidence? Or maybe he was just looking at Johnson and Vulcan?

As she thought so, an emotion called panic, accompanied by the fear of sheer power and terrifying memories, swelled in Morgan's heart.

Under this fear, Morgan, who was still munching on the grain, can now only ......

Cover your mouth, get upset, and ......

Ate and munch faster.

A light called fear swirled through Morgan's blue-blue pupils, and under this light, the Lord of the Second Legion squeezed his cheeks and covered his mouth, like a flustered groundhog, chewing the food in his mouth more and more quickly.

It made her feel at ease.

……

After all......

The way she releases her fear and stress seems to be munching......

——————

While Morgan thought he was secretly and cautiously continuing his eating activities, the Lord of Humanity just sat quietly on his throne, and a golden phantom flashed in his pupils, and he saw the scene of the sea of souls in the physical universe.

Then, he saw the roaring souls of countless aliens turn into a rushing torrent, whizzing in front of him, disappearing all the way into a carefully hidden corner of the Indomitable Truth.

……

(_)

The Lord of Humanity glanced casually, and was no more concerned: it was not yet the time for him to claim his only daughter, and she had one more thing to do before she could receive the gift he had prepared.

In his mind, the Emperor somewhat approved of Machado's admonition that he might indeed need to spend some of his energy on Morgan, even if it was only the most perfunctory of spectacle.

Because, the Lord of Mankind prepared three full gifts for his only daughter.

One of them was defective, and it could hardly be called a gift.

One is a semi-finished product.

And the last one......

It is also a semi-finished product.

……

It doesn't matter, she will understand the meaning behind these gifts, after all, whether it is Johnson or Horus, they do not have a low opinion of her.

The Wolf Shepherd even enthusiastically offered his own suggestion: the Lord of the Shadow Moon Wolves longed to be the one who taught his sisters, and he swore that he would do the best.

The Emperor did not refute this opinion, and Horus was indeed trustworthy.

From the moment the Eleventh Legion was laid before the Emperor, Morgan's name appeared in the vast plan of the Lord of Humanity, and from then on, everything she encountered would be shrouded in a golden phantom.

She will get some indulgence: for the future plans of the Lord of Men.

For his purposes, the Lord of Mankind never minded doing something that seemed unreasonable to ordinary people, after all, no one could truly understand and know every gulf and every thought in the emperor's heart, not even Machado.

It's not a matter of trust, it's just that he simply doesn't want his last friend to take on more.

The gaze that stayed on Morgan may not even be for a second, and it has to be withdrawn for some reason: whether it is the follow-up treatment of the alien emperor, or the continuous suppression of the [thing] taken out of the Martian dungeon in his palm, it is all consuming the power of the emperor.

(In the information given by GW, the emperor did open the dungeon of Mars in order to end the Second Randan War, but it is never explicitly stated that he actually released the Void Dragon fragments)

What's more, the silvery-white light in his palm caused a repercussion that was more terrifying than that of the alien emperor, and the Lord of Humanity felt a real pain, but despite this, he had to hold on to it at all times: he was not sure that this power would be placed anywhere except the dungeon of Mars, the palm of his hand, and the makeshift cage that Machado had called.

Because of this, he did not participate in any more battles, nor did he immediately meet his children: he knew that he had to maintain an invincible posture even in the face of his children.

He can't have the slightest scar.

As for Morgan, his daughter ......

The Lord of Humanity narrowed his eyes, and he could still feel the greed of the Second Primordial for the alien soul that penetrated deep into the bone marrow of the distance of thousands of miles.

This is not a good thing.

But it's not a bad thing that is so important or bad.

Morgan has never touched the bottom line of the Lord of Mankind, and what she has done is somewhat shady, but not unbearable: even compared to some of her brothers, she is really the reassuring one.

The Emperor had become accustomed to strange little faults in his children, or in his children's children, even though those involved were trying to hide.

For example, his perfect winged son was worried about his heir's terrible eating habits, trying to hide it all in every possible way: but before St. Giles returned, many ghouls were already devouring human flesh in front of allies and mortals alike, and this was not even a secret that needed to be explored.

How could the emperor not know.

As for what St. Giles claimed, he healed his offspring.

Oh, yes.

Since the phoenix of Phoenicia led his children to defeat the blight, and since it only took a moment for the crimson Magnus to completely erase the flesh and blood, wouldn't it be very reasonable for the archangel from Baal to lead his children to completely overcome the genetic obstacles?

It may be reasonable, but it's not something the Lord of Humanity would worry about: he has so much to do, and since his children are so reassuring, he should trust their power.

Think of the others: Johnson, who had no desire for honor and title, Perturabo who swore to bear all the burdens, Ferrus, who was level-headed, and the child above them who was the proudest of all his kind.

Horus, his Horus, his wolf god, his Sagittarius.

He will inherit his sword, he will never wear these tiresome armors again, he will protect his empire and his people, and Holy Terra: no one can harm them.

The Lord of Humanity slowly curled the corners of his mouth, and as he thought of these faithful heirs over and over again, his gaze swept over his own daughter.

Johnson and Horus affirm her strength and attitude, believing that she is a reassuring collaborator and genetic.

And the sword he had left in her mind, the protector, was also faithfully responding to her situation: after the initial temptation, she no longer extended her claws to pure and innocent humans.

As for the Soul Drinker's prestige on the front line of Randan, there is no need to investigate it at all, you can know a lot, and her merits are even second only to those genetic primordials who already have their own legions and fight in all directions.

The emperor closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he could look forward to her abilities and loyalty, and think about how best to use her power.

It is said that during the exploration of the northeastern border of the galaxy, many vanguard troops have sent back a message: a legend about a judge who ruled the world with great power and strangled all evil and darkness.

Perhaps, he could plan it.

…… But now is not the time.

The silver-white dragon hissed restlessly in his palm, causing the Lord of Humanity to frown once more.

He suppressed it, again.

Then, he called out to Horus.

[My child, my Horus.] 】

He said.

[I'll send you a coordinate, a galaxy coordinate.] 】

[Take your sisters, and your legion, and go to that coordinate, there will be some things there that you need to solve.] 】

[I'll be there later.] 】

"I see, father."

Thousands of miles away, Horus took his father's orders, but soon he hesitated to ask a question.

"Do you need to wake Johnson? Father? ”

"After all, I'm worried that Morgan might be more accustomed to operating with the Dark Angels."

[She always has to learn to be independent, and Johnson has been fighting long enough, and now is not the time to ask him to fight again.] 】

"I see, father."

The voice of the wolf shepherd god was even happier.

"Leave it to me, I won't let you down."

(End of chapter)