Elaine silently lowered the chainsaw axe.

Thick, warm blood adhered to the slowly rotating serrations of the monomolecular jagged, dripping between the tattered white terracotta steel armor, flowing freely along the bright patterns of the children of the mountains, and finally converging on the face as if relieved.

The link from the depths of the soul was no longer coming from the other party's response, and the crazy and bloodthirsty Astarte had fallen under the chainsaw axe of the Mother of Genes at this moment.

On this Inhuman cruiser, there are all kinds of filthy Inhuman corpses and flesh. The mountain-lined skull is the work of the mad Astarte, including the heads of several of his compatriots.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, after the members of the 8th Company subdued them, the rest of the Astartes were expelled immediately, leaving only the original body guards to guard the bloody and dirty scene.

Elaine's pale golden eyes reflected her own heir, and she looked down at the cheek that still remained bloodthirsty and angry.

She recognized the heir in front of her, who belonged to Barney, the think tank of the Eighth Company.

Elaine also knows... The scars that lurked in the depths of the sea of souls had been touched, and even though the power of the Lord of Humanity had made up for them, the cursed knowledge was faintly exuding an ominous aura.

She knew there would come a day.

The past history has ceased to exist in the face of the new fate of the genetic prototype, and the fate that was destined and watched by prying eyes has never spared her and her children.

Elaine lowered her head slightly, but her former gentle and loving face was haunted by a layer of haze.

Including the surrounding Primordial Guards, no one could see the expression of their Genetic Mother at this time.

They could only see the gilded eyes that had shimmered with an intellectual glimmer in the past, and they were gradually fading at this moment.

The beastly atmosphere of wildness spreads around it, and the gradually cold temperature also symbolizes the suppressed mood of the original genogen.

At this moment, every son of the mountains can feel the tsunami-like turbulent waves gradually rippling in the sea of his mother's soul, and the intense sorrow contained in it even touches these emotions by the Astartes who have been suppressed to a very low level.

The majestic form of the original gene stood still in front of the dead heir, the scarlet and heavy Seiko power armor reflected the dim lights in the Inhuman cabin, and the emergency light source flickered as if it were damaged, as if it reflected Elaine's melancholy state of mind.

- It's here after all.

She muttered to herself. However, no child of the mountains could hear his mother's sigh in the turbulent sea of souls, and even their spiritual connection with each other was affected at this moment, and the voice of the soul, which used to be accessible and swift, seemed to be eroded by the waves at this moment.

Yes, Elaine is not in a good mood at the moment.

Those who play with fate will one day be played.

Even though she knew that her change would bring more changes, she even had an ominous premonition that had haunted her since the first day she returned to the Legion.

It doesn't feel good.

After personally executing her own heir, her ominous premonition did not fade.

The endless melancholy in the thoughts swept the waves in the ocean of the mind, and the huge and complex thoughts were constantly stirred in the brains of the genetic protogen.

Did he give too much love to his children?

Is he destined to bear the fate of the Legion of Destruction?

Or did the eyes of the gods never leave, pouring out their malice on themselves from the beginning, watching their comical performance in the chess game?

The answer to all these questions is unknown.

The phantom pain of the vanishing nails could no longer be found in the sea of souls, and the relief and exhaustion of the heir's deathbed almost made her feel it.

She knew where her children went, and she knew what her children saw.

It was only one part of the endless suffering she was destined to face, and it was also a part of the tragic fate she had vowed to change.

Perhaps it was a mockery of the gods, or perhaps it was the disaster she herself brought to the Legion.

The answer to everything will not be revealed until the fog clears.

Elaine didn't want to seek answers to these complex questions, the scars on her resolute soul were still unhesed, and the crucial time was looming to whip her pace.

Even though the chainsaw axe in her palm was still bleeding from the blood of her offspring—there was no trace of sadness in the pale golden eyes of the genetic protogen, and even though the uncontrollable grief in her heart was known to the offspring, she could no longer feel any more pain about it.

All sorrow is not reserved for the present.

As for now... So be it.

She thought.

She had a clear premonition that this was just a prelude, a prelude to the beginning, not even the first instrumental sound in the repertoire, and that there were many more misfortunes that shone through the ups and downs of the tune, and finally turned into fleeting meteors.

I don't have time to grieve, what matters is to bring this battle to an end, conquer this sector, and push the scales of victory on that vital expedition.

All fates will be answered in this great expedition of mankind across the stars.

The tall genetic prototype slowly turned away, and the golden eyes shrouded in the haze became more and more hot, and the bright light like stars burst out again in it, and the tsunami waves that swept in the sea of hearts were also dissipated in an instant, returning to the original calm.

It's just that the migratory birds that inhabit the reef are missing one without anyone knowing.

……

At this moment, on the surface of Salem.

"Waste, waste... A bunch of garbage!! ”

A hoarse roar of rage rang out over the throne, and the [Emperor's] almost mad face exuded unspeakable madness, and the vast and deformed filthy instruments that connected him emitted superheated white smoke.

In front of him were the corpses of several Inhuman commanders who had been shot, stupid and incompetent generals who were responsible for the current situation.

Obviously, the Inhuman Emperor was extremely annoyed by the fact that his proud fleet was on the verge of collapse in the first collision with the Human Empire, and the vast fleet that spanned the entire Gorgotin Star Sector had conquered many planets in his hands was long since he could count the number of planets he had conquered, but the current war situation showed the weakness and incompetence of his Inhuman Empire.

What he didn't know, though. The enemy they had to face would not be able to compete with even a few new generals.

The incomparably thick and advanced Void Shield alone symbolizes the most advanced and advanced technology from the Human Empire, and this shield that can transfer all artillery fire and attacks to subspace can almost be called a dimensionality reduction blow for these ridiculously backward civilizations.

Not to mention the extremely developed large macro cannon array and light spear array that condensed the efforts of the Martian casting world—in today's galaxy, almost no small and barbaric civilization can resist the iron cavalry of the human empire except for a few alien empires that have stolen the technology of the human past era of strife.

Moreover, the [Brotherhood of Destruction] was able to rely on Salem's almost substantial weapons and technology, but from the endless sea of slave corpses in the Inhuman Empire and the logistical supplies throughout the star sector - at this moment, on this planet, there are definitely more filthy corpses of modified human slaves than bullet shells.

It was only the replenishment of logistics and the number of slaves, but it was completely interrupted in the hunting tactics of the 13th expeditionary fleet.

The increasing consumption of various materials symbolizes that this Inhuman empire called the Brotherhood of Destruction is gradually losing the qualifications to continue the war.

The [Emperor's] angry roar still echoed in the hall, but at this moment, some green figures appeared in the hall, which made the crazy [Emperor] calm down for the time being.

He knew that it was their unusually powerful mercenary army and allies of the Brotherhood of Destruction, the Orks.

The tall orcs led by him brought the [Emperor] exciting news.

"I said... Huangdi, you mechanical shrimp are not very good, why do they break when you touch them, I don't like it. ”

"Speaking of which, this war... We didn't think it was interesting, but those new canned shrimps, we thought about it very fiercely, quite waaaagh! ”

"So, we've called the boss of our mercenaries, the worst and biggest warboss, Mad Eye Old Gaba, to come here and waaaaagh!"

"Go back and remember to tie up your teeth or something, and then hurry up, pack up for us, and prepare to waaaaaaagh with our warboss!!"

“waaaaaaaagh！！！！！”

“waaaaaaaagh！！！！！”

“waaaaaaaagh！！！！！”

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