Mountains of corpses converged into a river of blood.

This scene is like hell in the eyes of ordinary people, but Elaine is already very familiar with it.

She casually cleaned up the organs and minced flesh draped on the power armor, checked once again that there were no more demons around her who were still alive, and looked up at the network channel in the sky that had gradually opened, and the halo of splitting stance on the power fist slowly dissipated.

It's okay to leave.

Without staying long, Elaine led his sons back to the battle barge.

Behind the Lord of the Red Sands, the Astartes remained silent.

Judging by the mottled scars on their power armor and the blood and flesh that had almost soaked the blue and white paint into a scarlet paint, they also enjoyed their first battle with their mother.

Even though these superhuman warriors were not created for the purpose of fighting, they had already known the Achilles heel of subspace life after that subspace war - fire and blade.

By the end of this brutal battle, each of them had their armor soaked in blood, and their chainsaw teeth were filled with sticky, soft flesh.

Thousands of legions of the demons of Slaanesh were unilaterally slaughtered by the single-digit Children of the Mountains, and the leading archdemon was defeated by Elaine long before the battle began.

This is both a foreseeable and an unforeseeable outcome.

For any champion warrior who has fought their way out of the Sadistic Demon Realm, it is never unbelievable to fight a hundred.

But... These Astartes had never received the blessing of the Blood God, let alone the other three evil gods—even in the entire galaxy, which was pitiful.

In the eternal chaos of the subspace war, no being can easily intervene in the never-ending battle between the four evil gods.

But these Astartes did just that.

With a physical entity that has nothing to do with psionic energy, it completely defeated the entire Slaanesh army with incredible strength.

Elaine couldn't be happier with that.

"If nothing else, there aren't many garrisons on this demonic planet... In other words, perhaps these bastards are just trying to delay us a little, and their real target should be the Comoros, where the vast majority of the demon legions are already 'feasting'. ”

"Good work, my children."

"It's an honour to be with you again – and you deserve this credit for your performance."

In the command room, Elaine looked down on her children with relief, and she could clearly feel the web of hearts that these Astartes were connected to each other.

Calm, indifferent, and there is a little excitement hidden in fighting side by side with yourself.

This connection between the blood gave her a sense of security that she had not felt for a long time.

But it also brought her a strong sense of guilt.

"It's an honor, mother."

"It's an honour to be able to fight alongside you once again."

Karn spoke slowly, and even though he was stained with blood, the bright red mark on his helmet was still very conspicuous.

But unlike humble words, Karn had some indescribable complications at this time.

Looking up at the majestic figure in front of him, through Elaine's helmet, which was almost torn to the point of revealing half of his face, he could clearly see the exhaustion in the eyes of the Lord of the Red Sands.

During this time, the mother must have had an indescribably complicated experience.

Karn felt a little crushed at the thought of his mother, who had been spied into his dreams, and who was so frail that she had been shackled.

Whether as an heir or as a subordinate, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

As if sensing Karn's inner melancholy, Elaine slowly walked towards him.

"Mother?"

Karn was a little confused.

"Karn."

“… I'm here. ”

"How long have I been away?"

"Three standard Terra months."

Listening to Karn's humble answer, Elaine looked up at the sky with some trepidation.

"It's been too long..."

She muttered softly.

Karn didn't speak.

Vaguely, he knew that his mother might have experienced so many things during this time that even the concept of time began to blur.

For a genotype... It's not normal.

But while Karn was still thinking, Elaine's voice rang out again.

"During the time I'm away... Greer and you must have had a hard time. ”

Karn was a little surprised.

It was true that he and Greer were too busy to touch the ground because of the Legion, but why would Mother say such a thing...?

"I thought... I was able to easily take care of this legion that my father had entrusted to me, and I thought... I can easily lead you out of the shackles of fate. ”

"But—the price may be too great, and I never thought that the price of pursuing freedom would be so great."

"The greedy gaze of the evil gods follows us every step of the way."

"The further I went, the more I realized that the challenges we had to face were unimaginable."

"I didn't really realize that until you guys came back to me."

As if thinking of something, Elaine's gentle voice became more and more guilty.

"I'm sorry, kids."

"Although it may be a bit inappropriate to say this now..."

In Karn's incredulous gaze, the massive form of the progenitor suddenly fell.

"I came back too late."

Elaine half-knelt in front of her heir.

A few pieces of bright red hair floated out of the cracks in his helmet, and Karn saw an apologetic golden eye.

There is no dazzling and scorching heat of the past, no majesty and bloodthirsty, only a strong guilt that cannot be dissipated.

The Astartes were silent.

Through their psychic connection with Karn, they naturally knew how heavy the responsibility was on Karn.

It can be said that the Children of the Mountains were carried forward by Karn and Greer.

Not to mention Elaine, who was deeply connected to each of them—just through Karn's unconscious superficial thoughts, it was enough for Elaine to know the current state of the Children of the Mountains, the busyness of Karn and Greer, and the truth hidden in Karn's 'dream'.

With the advanced computing power of the Genetic Prototype, it is only in a matter of seconds that everything that has happened in just a few months can be completely sorted out, whether it is based on Karn's memories or the memories of other Prototype Guardians.

Now, in Elaine's eyes, what is presented is a crumbling and dying Twelfth Legion.

As the head of the legion, he has failed in his duties.

Even the reason why the team led by Karn was able to appear here was due to the help of the evil gods in the shadows.

And the children of the mountains paid much more in that war than in the reports she had read in Colchis.

So, anyway...

"Mother."

Karn spoke slowly, interrupting Elaine's thoughts, and slowly lifted the weakened genoplasm in front of him to his feet.

He had wondered if his dreams were being guided by some unknown being, and he had feared the self who would become Karn the Betrayal.

But... As Elaine had done for the Children of the Mountains, the pain and suffering of all those who had her blood in her blood, from the past and from the future.

For the sake of the legion he loved, Karn never regretted any of his commitments and contributions.

Even though the Legion of the Children of the Mountains is close to falling apart, even though the Twelfth Legion's control of the star field under its command is almost extinct in name.

But everything he did was for the sake of the existence in front of him.

A great being who can turn the fate of the children of the mountains around with the power of one man, and even if he does everything in his power to free them from the chains of enslavement.

Lord of the Twelfth Legion, Empress of Nukeria, Mother of War Dogs, Holy Maiden of the Mountains.

Angron Elaine.

"Welcome back."

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Shark shark shark is over, it's time to be lyrical!

(End of chapter)