In an epoch of strife spanning millennia, conflict and ignorance once cast a shadow of despair over the future of humanity, and a lingering cloud haunts this once-glorious race, where the past and the future are now severed, and no one knows where the future course will go.

And the emperor of mankind appeared in the world at this darkest hour.

He brought peace and truth to humanity in despair, and he brought destruction to countless aliens and chaotic beings.

He brought the swaddling human planet of Terra to an end from the chaos of warlords, and the once-rich and precious lost world was reconquered under his iron horse.

Like the suffering humans in the entire solar system, the screams of despair and sorrow that spread across the stars have never ceased. They have been calling for deliverance and salvation to the human god in the Most High Heaven with their sincere prayers—even though they were unaware of the existence of the Human Emperor from the beginning, even though they were completely ignorant of the truth of the new empire, the countless pious prayers gathered in the High Heaven seemed to have almost turned into a pain that no one could bear.

The emperor, on the other hand, took it down.

In the midst of the poignant and painful wails that almost spread across the galaxy, the torch from Terra illuminated the supreme heavens that were gradually dissipating the raging storm.

The once lost passage has been reopened, and the glittering Torch has shown the way for the nascent Empire of Humanity in this dark sea, and they have set out again from this ancient human mother planet to embark on a great journey to the sea of stars.

Yet any ship that cruises in it can be seen clearly in the light of the sparkle of the stars—a task that no one can bear, that no one can bear, that no tenacious soul will be shattered, and the slightest glance will be terrified and tremble at the pain that almost overflows within, a heavy duty that belongs to the Lord of Men alone.

In order to bring humanity back to the stars, the great kings of the Golden Throne forged incomparable sharp blades, forged through endless and terrible wars, pointing to the homeland of humanity in the starry sky that is as many as the sands of the Ganges.

A magnificent map has emerged that is about to rewrite the fate of mankind.

That was the origin of the Great Expedition.

It breaks the shackles of superstition and frees millions of worlds from tyrants and murderous xenomorphs.

It gives humanity the hope of a new lease of life.

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The majestic ramming angle gradually tore through the subspace curtain at Mandeville Point, and a majestic Glorious Queen-class battleship slowly sailed out of the pale purple waves that lingered in the gap in the supreme sky, the flagship of the Twelfth Legion, the Resolute Resolve.

This was followed by hundreds of large cruisers, destroyers, and convoys of various types from the Human Empire, as well as an expeditionary fleet from the Cult of the Mechanics, a magnificent fleet that could cover the sky and the sun.

At this moment, the breath of iron and blood and gunpowder smoke lingered in this dead space, and a huge war was coming.

Countless broken frozen corpses and space wrecks are floating silently, blood and electrolyte condensed into ice crystals symbolizing the disappearance of the twisted and filthy lives of the Inhumans, the broken limbs and internal organs are thrown into the depths of the starry sky, and the once terrible cries for help are still preserved in the communicator and played on a loop.

And the crash dents and jumps on the broken deck of the ruined space ship are all over the place, symbolizing the kind of people who have wiped out all these aliens.

That was undoubtedly the sharpest blade of the Great Expedition, Astarte.

The Battle Barges of the Children of the Mountains, the blades and sentinels of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, had been waiting at Mandeville Point in the Gorgotan Sector for a long time, and they passed through the heavy Void Shield of the Resolute Resolve at an even speed and slowly to rejoin the expeditionary fleet.

A few light-years away from this dead star field, is the target of their expedition - the Gorgotan Sector in the vicinity of the Maelstrom, which once existed in the Age of Discord and has a precious STC preserved Dark Forge World Salem.

As the site of the Age of Discord, Salem is arguably the most developed zone in this star field of chaos and death. Countless Inhumans and Xenomorphs covet this metal-clad planet, and vendettas and wars never leave every corner of the planet

The [Mechanical Paganism] that has been struggling to survive on it for a long time is the organization that launched a request for help from the Empire this time, countless materials from Mars show their current difficult situation, the infestation from the Orks and Inhumans has almost forced their range of activities under the metal surface, and even the Inhuman Empire [Brotherhood of Destruction] entrenched in the edge of the Maelstrom is also interested in the knowledge and heritage they possess, and soon, panic began to spread in the [Mechanical Paganism].

Obviously, if they continue to maintain that haughty, their lives and precious technology will be torn apart by the ferocious onslaught of the Inhumans, and all the ancient knowledge that has been carefully protected by countless generations of mechanical sages will also be burned in the sea of stars, and there will be no reason in this wild star field.

So, they connected Mars and the Foundry World of Anvis with their ancient communication bands, and launched a call for help from the now ever-expanding influence of the human empire, even if it came at the cost of their precious loyalty and technology, but in the face of threats to life and savagery... These costs have become insignificant.

They were well acquainted with the savagery and cruelty of the Gorgotan Zone, and they had a premonition of the day to come.

“… Hopefully, you'll be more efficient, and our defenses will fall completely by the 31st Martian standard. ”

"That's enough, as far as I know... The fleet of the Inhuman Miscellaneous has been reduced from 2031 to 861, leaving little of an acceptable head-to-head exchange. The flagship of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet had already passed through Mandeville Point. ”

Lotta LS Lin's cold voice replied to the other party in the communication channel in an orderly manner, although these [mechanical heretical] people seemed impatient, the female captain did not reveal more information, but just let the other party's hoarse and electronic noise-filled voice complain in the communication channel.

"Omnisaiah is on top, I just want you to be a little more efficient."

"Of course. We've skimmed over at least 42 worlds that can be reclaimed by the Human Empire, just to strangle the locust-like fleet of Inhumans and to reach Salem all the way. During this period, the 13th Fleet's losses were to be borne by the [Mechanical Paganism]. ”

"You're a bunch of vampires who don't know how to go hungry."

"Thanks for the compliment."

After recovering the current situation and the compensation that [Mechanical Paganism] will return to the 13th Fleet in the future, Salene closed the communication channel.

She slowly sorted through dozens of battle reports uploaded from the battle barges that had rejoined the expeditionary fleet—she glanced at them briefly, most of them gang hopping.

These Angels of Death are really getting more and more fond of jumping gangs.

Salene thought to herself that the war dogs she knew well, despite their love of fighting in duel pits and participating in high-intensity battle teams, were not enthusiastic about gang hopping.

And unlike in the past, there are no scarlet casualty reports in this data symbolizing the bloody massacre, so it stands to reason that if you carry out reconnaissance missions in this dangerous star field, there should be a lot of battle damage data.

Nowadays, there are only a few repair requests for the MK2 Power armor.

The increasingly silent Astarte seemed to be moving farther and farther away from the war dogs she knew.

After all... Their current name is the Children of the Mountains, and their genetic protoplasm is the same...

Looking at the Bloody Hand Badge of Honor that was extremely conspicuous on her desk, Salene seemed to remember something.

On the battlefield of the brutal alien world called Novshendak, Sareen had the privilege of witnessing the heroic appearance of the Lord of Humanity on the battlefield.

When the female captain recalled the crimson figure standing on the top of the bridge, the majestic shore.

As majestic as the golden figure she had ever seen.

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