Demon.

Creatures from nightmares, voices from the depths of the subspace, sacrifices of fear, blood and death, the most extreme and terrifying beings that have been summoned.

This was what Hector had read in a book in the library, and until then, he had thought it was just a rumor, one of the countless false jokes from the mouths of the Terra veterans.

Until these things really appeared in front of him: even in the form of a legion.

This is ridiculous.

But what's even more ridiculous......

Compared to the blasphemous monsters he had seen on the Dead Star, the demons in front of him, whose faces were distorted, but who could still distinguish heads and limbs, and still correspond to the images in the books, looked more intimate.

……

……

Desecrate.

It's too profane.

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No one could say exactly when the demon legions appeared on the battlefield, after all, the time of the Dead Star was already as chaotic as the flood of the flood season, the sun hidden in the clouds always seemed to hang at the very top of the sky, ignoring the turn of the world itself, and the fierce stench wind kept lapping on the faces of every warrior, reminding them of the bloodier battles in the distance.

Ever since the warriors of the Empire landed, they seemed to be engaged in a war with no end in sight, a war that took place in only one day, and which in turn never seemed to come to an end: the sun would never set, and tomorrow would never come.

No one knew what was happening, and no one cared what was happening: the stubborn Astarte warriors were bent on killing their next opponent, and the leaders of the various battle clusters were delving into the methods of annihilation of the fortresses and flesh legions, and even the genetic prototypes from the Emperor's bloodline were already mired in their own wars, and there was no time for anything else.

It was in the midst of such a staggered battle that the demon appeared.

Shocking, yet rightfully placed: whether it's the stormy subspace waves that sway here, or the rivers of blood shed in the battles of the eternal day: the appearance of demons is as normal as the truth of the world.

The first to report the demon's whereabouts was a force from the Alpha Legion, using unknown technology, to quickly and accurately inform each of the self-operating battle clusters about the demons, and after a while, the clever use of blades and flames was also sent out from their communication channels with precision.

Then, the communication channel fell into a long, eerie silence, and no one could get through to it again, even the access of the genetic protoplasm could only be silenced for a while: as if all the warriors on the other side of the channel were already standing by the emperor's side.

And in the face of the demon legion, a third party that stirred up the situation, the Dead Star War, which was already chaotic, immediately showed an exponential rise in erosion.

Faced with the flood of demonic legions, many of the Dark Angels and Space Wolves refused to abandon their fortified positions, a decision that caused thousands of casualties and war cries, roars, and sacrifices that lingered throughout the communications system for the next hour.

Until the more nimble Dawnbreaker and the Alpha Legion discovered that these subspace creatures did not seem to be attached to the battle lines attacking the Empire, and although their chaotic clusters were still filled with a large number of mindless assaults on the Imperial army, the vast majority of demons seemed to prefer to slaughter the pure and depraved flesh creations, and even use the subspace flames on their bodies to incinerate every inch of flesh and blood land in their path to ashes, until the parched surface at the bottom was revealed.

Moreover, for unknown reasons, these flesh and blood lands that cannot be completely cleared by all the means of the Human Empire are extremely vulnerable in the face of the flames of these subspaces: at the very least, they can be completely removed.

……

Although it is still unclear what is going on, at the forefront of the war, those agile captains of Astarte, or those Terra veterans with rich means, have begun to lead their respective teams, without violating the bottom line, to give up a certain channel, and let the monsters from the real universe and the monsters from the subspace kill each other there.

The Alpha Legion was the first to start this kind of behavior, and the Dawnbreaker Legion immediately began to imitate the moment they witnessed Alpha's actions: as for the Dark Angel and the Space Wolf Legion, although there is no shortage of them chanting honor and mission, those warriors who have really experienced countless wars are also quietly opening channels that facilitate those monsters to kill themselves, and by the way, dragging their stubborn combat brothers to the rear.

The contradiction between advance and retreat has caused a new round of unrest, and the Imperial crusading army, which has been divided into various battle clusters due to the erosion of the war, is like a that has been broken by a demonic wave, and is about to fall into the inevitable fate of disintegration: and it is at this time of crisis that the Primordials finally intervene.

In this chaotic hour, the emperor's heirs were not idle: Johnson and Riemanrus both used the most iron-blooded means and the most painful price to defeat their respective opponents, and the two huge fortresses occupied by the two of them became the [star torches] of the Astartes in this war, and the only remaining combat resources on the surface began to concentrate on these two huge fortresses, ready for the final decapitation operation.

Conrad, on the other hand, is on the periphery of the war, tasked with retrieving the squads that have been overwhelmed by the tide of demons: this is no easy job, the Midnight Spirit has been in danger several times, and at the most dangerous times, he has even been surrounded by an army of Tzeentch demons, and although Conrad knows these terrible tides, he is finally able to fight his way out with the help of Morgan.

At the same time, new orders are being issued one after another by Alpha on the battleship, with his deep voice, and the cold logic of the Hydra Lord reshapes the Legion's system in the shortest possible time: he did give up a lot of warriors, but most of these were Alpha Legion warriors.

Eventually, after an hour of confusion, all the fighters retreated to the west side of the battle line, where they were told that there was a safe rear.

And that's exactly what happened.

At the very least, when Hector arrived on the west side of the battle line, he didn't see any demons here.

At first, the commander of the 23rd Company was a little surprised by this phenomenon: until he saw the ruins of a battlefield in utter ruins.

It was a huge basin, a slaughter pit that didn't exist in the first place, but was created by the power of psionic energy: whether it was the scattered weapons all over the place, bullet marks large and small, or the chaotic fires that reached into the sky, they all symbolized the grandeur and gravity of the last war.

But it was strange that there was not a single corpse in the entire basin: although it was certain that a large army had been completely annihilated here, Hector and his fighting brothers could only see a bare field of corroded sand, without even blood.

“……”

Hector was silent for the first time in a long time, he knew who had made it all happen: looking up, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the man standing in the center of the battlefield.

That's the mother of his genes, and that's the direct creator of this safe western front.

There's no doubt that Morgan has fought as much as any of her blood brothers in the past Terra Hour: she single-handedly annihilated an entire army of demons, clearing a safe enough rear.

The battle was so long, so frenzied, yet so boring, that Morgan's process of annihilating this legion in the face of crushing force was not even worth writing: it was just an hour-long search, capture, and slaughter, and the demonic army that could set off a wave of blood in any world was as fragile as the knees of a great proprietor in front of the emperor's daughter.

He should come forward and salute.

Hector thought so: he didn't know exactly what his genetic mother had just done, but the affection and etiquette in his blood made him want to be closer to his mother.

But Morgan's pride had barely taken a step forward when he suddenly stopped, for a cold sensation like falling into an ice cave spread from the depths of his soul to his whole body in an instant, making the almost fearless Astarte warrior feel what fear was for a long time.

This time, Hector saw it clearly.

It was Morgan, the mother of his genes, the genetic prototype of the Dawnbreaker Legion: she stood right in the middle of the battlefield, whether it was the giant weapons scattered around her or the terrifying psionic aftermath around her skirt, telling her that she was the leader of the carnage.

But there was not the slightest hint of triumphant smugness on the Spider Empress's face: on the contrary, a ferocious aura hung over that perfect countenance, enough to make anyone fearful.

Obviously, his genes are reflected in not being in a good mood.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, Hector knew very well that this was not the time for him to bother: on the other side, several other company commanders who had arrived had agreed with him, and they quietly left the victorious place of the original body and returned to the still tragic front.

It's been a few minutes since they've been off that line, and it's been too long: with the help of this army of demons of unknown origin, it's clear that no Imperial warrior wants to cede the honor of the fallen Primordial to this group of apparently ill-intentioned subspace miners.

They may be unexpected, allies in some way, but they are never friends of the Empire: driving the tiger and devouring the wolf is a temporary ploy, and now that the Empire's crusaders have regained their footing, they should think about how to destroy this sudden enemy along with the original enemy.

With this in mind, Hector turned around and returned to his own battle cluster, and his battle was not over.

Behind him, the Lord of Avalon was silent, watching his heir go away.

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Morgan was a little irritable.

As Hecht saw it: very, irritable.

The reason for her irritability was not because of the mess at the moment: in fact, the appearance of the demon army had been expected by Morgan from the beginning, and she had even mentioned this possibility at the military meeting of the genetic prototype, but at that time, neither Johnson nor Riemanrus could understand what the concept of [a whole demon army] was.

But after all, the two primordials still had a mind: they consciously put some of the more flexible senior commanders in the position of the leader of the battle cluster, it is true that this arrangement allowed the imperial army and the demon legion to reach a minimum threshold of mutual attrition, but even so, the abrupt wave composed of this subspace creature still caused huge losses to the imperial army.

The bloodthirsty demons loyal to the sadists waved their tattered wings across the gray sky, and the flames they spat out burned Heydrich's endless army of blasphemous flesh and blood, but without hesitation it spread to the armoured clusters of the Reich not far away: until the sons of Johnson used some of their little secrets to banish these demons, the destruction they inflicted on the Imperial army continued catastrophically.

The Great Impurity and the Great Keeper led their armies through the center of the battlefield, laughing and tearing the Imperial fronts to shreds along with the profane tide of flesh, and the plague of calamity and seductive slander swooped down on every prey they could catch: if most of the Astarte warriors hadn't retreated in time enough, more ripple effects would have taken place in the Imperial army.

If these are not bad, then what happened in low earth orbit is enough to make Alfaris's voice show signs of gnashing of teeth: the demon army of the four gods did not hesitate to step into the Imperial fleet in low earth orbit, although their size was not enough to deal a devastating blow to the naval fleet, but it could completely interfere with the Imperial Navy's support activities on the ground: it was also because of this that the landing army fell into an unprecedented passivity in the face of the tide of flesh and blood.

As for the power of the Lord of Change......

These Tzeentch followers did not appear with the first wave of the attack, but they were the ones who caused the biggest obstacle to Morgan: a Lord of Change and his demon army surrounded the retreating Midnight Ghost through a hidden subspace rift, and then engaged Conrad in a ten-minute game of hunting and breakout.

And all this was proved to be just a means to attract Morgan, when the Spider Queen really descended in front of this demon army and unleashed her destruction, turning these Tzeentch's followers into ashes, the Demon Lord of Change, instead of fear, endured the psionic blade from the genetic prototype in a fanatical manner, until it usurped the words he wanted to say into a sharp arrow and shot into the realm of Morgan's thoughts.

It's not a long statement, but it speaks of the possibility of madness: the Lord of the Crystal Labyrinth unfolds all this reality to the Spider Empress by sacrificing a mediocre fragment of one of its commands.

Of course, all of the words of the Lord of Change may also be lies: originally, Morgan preferred to believe that all of what it says is a lie.

But she knew that this time, what the Lord of All Variations said might be true.

【……】

Morgan let out a long sigh.

She didn't care about the details of the war: she had prepared the Dawnbreakers with the most complete command system long before the war began, and Morgan trusted her handpicked company commanders to complete their mission, and that the cards she gave to the Riffie knights would be enough to help them turn the tables in the most dangerous situations.

She didn't care about the other genotypes, Conrad didn't have to worry about her for a long time, and Johnson and Riemanruth were heroes who could stand on their own: they were in charge of most of the war, and so far they had done everything they could, and did the best they could.

Even Alpha is doing as much as he can: look at the corpses that the Alpha Legion has left in this world, even more than the other three Astarte Legions combined.

However, there are some things that they are beyond their control, and this is also the area that Morgan really needs to be responsible for.

That's subspace.

【……】

The Lord of Avalon narrowed his eyes, and to outsiders, Morgan may have been just meditating there, but in fact, her soul had long since broken free from the shackles of her body and entered the turbulent Supreme Heaven: the subspace at this time was already a monstrous demon cave, surrounded by countless unborn beings, and their number could even be compared to the total number of all the populations under the jurisdiction of the Human Empire.

But even so, when the Spider Empress takes a step, the 100-kilometer radius with her as the center of the circle can always be clean and dusty.

The demons were afraid of her, and Morgan didn't bother to think about why.

The Lord of Avalon looked her gaze over the waves of the unborn to the deepest depths of the Most High Heaven, and she could feel the great gaze focused on her, as she was looking at them, and the gods were looking at Morgan at this moment.

Rarely, the gods did not sustain their crazy or twisted laughter, but unanimously maintained a kind of solemn silence, which seemed to urge and acquiesce, pushing Morgan's steps all the way to the depths of the vortex of war.

At this moment, even the eternal struggle that had been going on for decades in Morgan's mind fell into a real standstill, and the gods not only stopped fighting among themselves, but no longer joined forces to launch an onslaught on the Emperor's realm, as if they had suddenly become pacifist, or they were simply silent, waiting for this good show to play out that deserved their expectations.

But no matter what evil intentions they harbored, when Morgan cast her third eye on the silent realm surrounded by the gods, she understood what was really at the heart of the war.

And she also understands that from this moment on, the war has entered the countdown.

There is not much time left for them.

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Look at the eternal shadow that is engulfing the subspace itself.

Look at the planetary-level monster that is about to break out of its shell.

Look at the end product of the fusion of space necromancy, humanity and subspace, and an unknown number of other blasphemous technologies.

For the first time, Morgan felt awe.

For the first time, Morgan was aware of all of Heydrich's plans.

For the first time, Morgan saw the final plan created by her brother.

That monster......

The monster that was conceived with a whole apocalyptic war.

It even ......

Even with the face of an emperor.

【……】

【……】

Desecrate.

It's too profane.

(End of chapter)