"Victory."

"This is the mission entrusted to the Twelfth Legion by the Imperial Truth and the Great Expedition, and it is the only beacon of hope at the end of our hazy and unspeakable destiny."

"At the end of the curtain of subspace is our only and eternal battlefield."

"The first hundred years have passed. You have achieved enough glory and victory, my children. ”

"But that's not enough... Far from enough. ”

"The Great Expedition needs more victories, and the Empire of Man needs more victories in this war against time."

"My father, the Lord of Mankind, has entrusted me with an unparalleled responsibility."

"At the end of time, there are unimaginable enemies waiting to be conquered."

"At the end of fate, there is an unimaginable fate waiting for us to change."

"His existence is incomprehensible, His existence is incomprehensible."

"From the moment we stepped into the starry sky, His presence has been imperceptibly present to us."

"His laughter on the river of time has penetrated into each and every one of us..."

"Suffering."

"This is the inevitable fate I know."

"I never ask for more for a change of fate, and I never crave a perfect ending for greed."

"—like my father, the Emperor of mankind, who swore to bear all the suffering for mankind."

"I just want to fight side by side with my children."

"I just want to change the regrets that haven't happened yet."

"Eight hundred years of war are already unfolding before our eyes, my children."

"In the distant future, there will be only war."

……

The battle horns from the Brass Fortress echoed across the scorched earth, a long, long, thunder-like roar accompanied by countless mad bloodthirsty battle cries, the primordial wrath of the Blood God burned in it, and the hatred of the invasion of the Sadistic God's Domain made the churning sea of blood boil even more.

In response, the expeditionary fleet that covered the sky and the sun rode the bloody wind and waves slowly sailed towards the terrifying demon army that reclaimed the mountains, the hum of the cannon and the light spear became more and more harsh in the drums on the eve of the war, and even though the laws of physics were long gone, the fleet capable of conquering any dirty empire and twisted alien was still slowly moving under the unwavering will of humanity.

Yes, the corrupt corruption that originated in subspace seems to have vanished by this moment, and Geller's position has been lifted in the wails of the navigators, and only the cowardice and panic in everyone's hearts have been replaced by endless courage.

The light gold radiance burst from the majestic figure standing on the bridge, the declaration of war from the genetic prototype has bound the hearts of each individual, the cold tone permeates the perseverance that spans thousands of years, anyone can get the relief and courage born from the heart in her gilded eyes that burn with the flames of war, and the scorched earth entities of the terrastic realm that the fleet sailed through are replaced by the blazing red sand in Elaine's mind, and the runes of the brass have been erased from it. In its place was the Imperial Aquila.

Obviously, the horn of war has sounded, and a crazy war that can shed anyone's blood is presented before the eyes of the blood god.

He was satisfied.

Even the endless rage of the past was constantly quelled under the bloodthirst, and what appeared before his eyes was not a great war of revenge, but more like the unique charm of precious treasures.

Even though the Blood God's realm was bleeding, the pain had penetrated the past and the future, leaving a real scar on the skull seat.

Far from the cowardice and luck of Scarbrand, when he was bewitched by the Lord of Change, it was the precious courage shown in the face of the unimaginable horror of the Sadistic Throne.

At this moment, he had seen the end of this war.

In the reassuring roar of the Power of Destruction, the Dreadors received the divine will from the Skull Throne.

Through the wave of destruction forged by blood and madness, it began to attack these filthy humans who had invaded the Sadistic Realm.

……

Countless rains of iron were unleashed onto the scorched earth, and thousands of Astarte legions and massive Titans rushed to the battlefield paved with corpses, accompanied by hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliaries.

They fought with their lives against the onslaught of demons, the dull sound of roaring chainsaw axes and broken bones and flesh reverberating through the noisy and frantic battlefield almost all the time, and the meat grinders of demigods and mortals were tearing through the space in this crazy demonic wave, just to cover the positions behind them that were feeding the front line for the moment.

From the moment he entered the Sadistic God's Domain, the Technocratic Priest from the Mechanical Paganism began to establish the position of the Human Empire on the scorched earth of this other world under the desperate cover of countless vanguard armies, the great river of blood flowed in their forges, the ancient STC production line and the huge factory stood in the Hill of Bones under the gaze of the Blood God, and the huge artillery fire position used to cover it was also continuously established under the will of the genetic prototype, the perfect depth and deadly dense artillery fire symbolized that she had been preparing for this war for a long time, and, most importantly, the Anti-Psionic Blackstone Beacon, which reveals the end of the subspace shipping lanes for logistical fleets from the Gorgotan Sector.

From time to time, the roars of the cannon and the spear of light tore through the endless army of demons.

Every moment blood is thrown into the scorched earth, and every moment a demon or a human becomes a part of the mound of bones.

At this moment, the expeditionary fleet is no longer separated from each other, no matter what their fate will be in the future, the genetic prototype named Elaine has already linked each other's fate.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

The perfect tacit understanding that has never been felt has ever been formed in this huge army originating from the Human Empire, whether it is the various infantry of the mortal auxiliary army, the brave Titan pilot, or the blood of the genetic prototype Astarte, their hearts are connected with each other at this moment, the title of battle brother is no longer only circulated among the demigods, their will and battle intent are connected to each other in the face of the demon's blade, and the burden of blood and pain has all turned into everyone's anger and war intent for the desecration of the existence in front of them.

While everyone knew they were about to deal with unspeakable distortions, that was exactly what they faced in their hundred-year grand expedition.

The Emperors of Humanity and the Empire of Truth have illuminated the future, and no one will be frightened by the twisted and filthy alien things before their eyes.

Because for the empire of men, only war is their eternal fuel.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire.

……