Chapter 278 Morgan in Alien Eyes

He is coming.

That thing, He has come.

Likyavis's slender throat let out an almost suffocating scream. It felt that the three hearts in his chest were constantly trembling because of this terrible catastrophe, but in the next second they were gripped by inexplicable power.

It was so tight that it turned into a pool of almost nothing flesh and blood.

It is afraid, it is suffocating, and it is truly feeling something that it has never felt in the past long years: just such a thought is enough to make it angry, and it can't help but let out a roar, like a wild beast

The false courage that comes with being seriously injured.

The six sharp claws surrounding its slender body flew together with this roar, grabbing in mid-air in an unorganized attack. It roared manically, fearful, and did not dare to look at the distant galaxy.

On the edge, but always want to observe the footsteps of destruction again.

It shivered, twitched, and vented its inner trembling in self-deceptive rage. Its sharp claws like spider limbs drew twisted and uneven marks on the flesh wall, and it randomly grabbed the willless slaves at its feet.

Opening their heads, regardless of their usual pretentious manners, their mouthparts consisting of tentacles and sharp teeth were directly inserted into the cracks, chewing up the scattered brains until they destroyed the heads.

Until it is stuffed in.

One, one, and another, it violently overturned the restaurant that it had carefully built over the past long years. Originally, every decorative pattern here would have consumed the years of human slaves for several generations, but now, like a

A hungry animal, like a madman who has no choice but to go, the powerful psionic species is destroying its cherished palace crazily, and the food that was originally carefully stored is senselessly torn into pieces, until dozens of hairs

The unresisting life turned into a flowing river of blood, which did not ease the slave owner's trembling in the slightest.

He is coming.

Everything is going to end.

Likyavis kept roaring, crying, and trembling. It spent an unknown amount of time tearing apart everything in front of it, until its spirit returned to its body again, dragging it out of its beast-like state.

When it came back, it suddenly discovered that the real it was curled up in the darkest corner of the room, constantly sobbing for the non-existent noise of the wind and cranes in the corridor.

It is crying, and for the first time in its long existence and soul, it has experienced this kind of weakness: it does not even know that it can actually cry, and it will also emit this kind of sound just like those food and slaves when they are deprived of their last bit of life.

A sad and ridiculous roar.

It grew its mouth and spit out sounds that could not be captured in reality. Its cries surged in the sea of ​​souls and passed far and far in another world: but there were no similar people to laugh at it, because it was right there

In every inch of the field that can be heard, its fear and cry are not a lonely existence.

It cried until it felt that not far away, another warship carrying its own race was torn into pieces casually and carelessly. Through its innate psychic sensing, it could even clearly

He could hear the desperate roar very clearly. It was the sound of hell as the weak little beast was targeted by the terrifying barbarian king, and then his skin and flesh were peeled off little by little, and he was thrown into the mouth to chew.

It trembled because it could clearly feel that the voice was getting closer and closer to its position. It seemed to ignore the incredibly chaotic battle situation in the galaxy, just like an old farmer walking among fruit trees, picking at leisure.

own property.

Escape, cry, or even commit suicide: after realizing how close it was to the unimaginable monster, thoughts like these turned into a rolling torrent, constantly impacting its thoughts and the unstoppable king in its heart.

Shaken authority, its soul thoughts are constantly churning with dark plots, thinking about the possibility of escaping from this war.

Escape: Such an action would undoubtedly kill it, for the psionic king of Osiris controls every one of its subjects, through the inexplicable warp plague, and any betrayal against it will only end in death:

Only the most powerful psionic species can avoid the costs of such betrayal, but Likyavis is clearly not one of them.

However, if you face that monster...

…

It would rather die.

False courage continued to agitate in its heart, until an irresistible scream came into the sea of ​​its soul: that was the order of the king of psionic species. It roared to order its people, order

It can also mobilize any power to block the existence that is constantly creeping here. Although this order will expose the king of psionic species to the desperate airdrop strikes of the Ultramarines Legion, it is compared to Ultramar.

The Lord's 100,000-strong army is even more afraid of that terrifying existence.

Likyavis had no choice. Its will was almost forced to ascend into the dimension where the Sea of ​​Souls was located, and rushed from the real battlefield to purgatory in the void. At the last moment, it passed through those who controlled the ship.

The slave of the operating system took a look at the scene in the real universe.

As another human fleet appeared under the leadership of that monster, and divided into two groups to attack the psionic fleet that was surrounding the Ultramarines, the situation of the entire Eurydice melee also suddenly reversed: Dawnbreaker's

The attack caused the Osiris psychic seed to pay an unimaginable and terrible price in a very short period of time.

The fleet of the Dawnbreaker Legion was divided into two, one large and one small. The larger one was a confluence of various main companies. Like barbarians shouting and fighting fiercely, it rushed towards the alien vanguards stuck at key nodes, and

The smaller one, Morgan's flagship, led a few escorts and slowly sailed towards Osiris's huge reinforcement fleet, disdainfully facing an opponent hundreds of times more powerful than itself.

In the first Terran standard hour of the real confrontation, more than a hundred hourglass-shaped battleships of the Osiris psionic species fell. The companies that launched gang-hopping operations achieved their own bloody victories and praised loudly.

The great name of the mother of genes.

Twenty-four companies of Dawnbreakers participated in this battle, and they also achieved a temporary victory equal to this number: as for the remaining huge results, they have turned into fine crumbs between the Spider Queen's lips and teeth.

Especially those alien warships that blocked Morgan's flagship: Although these hourglass-like behemoths had neither real exchanges of fire with human warships nor suffered blows such as gang jumping, they still fell into deathly silence one after another.

Amidst the general pause, like a mysterious mystery, it emerged from this life-and-death genocide war.

Only the most capable human psykers can reluctantly know the answer: on every Osiris battleship that has fallen into deathly silence, the desperate screams of these psychic species as their souls are stripped alive are lingering, and accompanied by these

After the death of the slave owner, the huge alien warship is just a dead thing that has lost control.

When the troops of the Second Legion fought their way to the center of the galaxy, hundreds of Osiris's hourglass-shaped warships had capsized silently. These often required more than ten hours of firefights and a tragic battle.

The opponent who can only be eliminated, in front of that misty smile wandering among the stars, even the last cry before death has become a kind of luxury hope.

The number of alien warships that died in this terrible silence was even more than the total number of Astartes warriors killed by the two legions. At least a quarter of the Osiris psychic seeds were in the silence of the Dawnbreakers.

They fell during the march, and their plans were completely ruined with an invisible feast of gluttonous hyenas. As Morgan's army successfully merged with Ultramar's revenge army, no more communication was needed. Guilliman

The heirs began to seize more initiative in the war in an orderly manner.

Although the Ultramarines may lack advantages in various aspects, one advantage of them can never be avoided: in front of a total of 120,000 Astartes warriors, any trick that cannot succeed quickly will fall into the most tragic state.

ending.

When the 120,000 Sons of Guilliman finally eliminated their worries with the help of friendly forces and transferred all their energy and anger to the frontal fighting they were best at, neither the tricks of the psionic species nor the disruption of the green skins could do anything.

The balance to prevent war has begun to tilt desperately towards the human empire.

One hundred and twenty thousand Astartes.

There is power in numbers.

This is the answer to everything: in the face of this answer that seems like truth, the resistance of the Osiris psychic species is so feeble. The most powerful alien warships wiped out hundreds of Sons of Guilliman in a desperate confrontation.

, killed hundreds of think tanks, but before they could even take the shortest rest, a brand new revenge army that was ten times the size of the previous one would easily completely drown out their shrill howls.

The continuous reinforcements of Osiris understood the meaning of numbers in front of the distracted Ultramar people, and their heroic outflanking troops were fleeing for their lives in the scattered roundup of the Dawnbreaker fleet: At this moment, only the clouds gathered in the fortress world

The huge fleet nearby is the last force that the king of the psionic species can rely on. This catastrophe, which contains hundreds of the most powerful alien warships, is fighting against the "Glory of Macragge" and its ministers.

They were engaged in a bloody confrontation, preventing the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds from attempting to launch an airdrop strike.

Along with the crazy roar of the king of psionic species, this last alien fleet was mobilized by most of the fleet without hesitation, and pounced on the [Dawn Goddess], which was getting closer and closer to the fortress world at this time.

Hundreds of thousands of the most powerful Osiris psychic species responded to the call and order of the king of the race, released their souls from hundreds of huge hourglass-shaped battleships, and poured into the battlefield of subspace with fear.

And Likyavis is a member of this huge army. In its long years so far, it has never seen so many of its kind gathered together just to accomplish the same goal: in its long history

In my impression, it only takes a thousand of the same kind at most to feast on any world. The wars they have experienced have always consisted of subtle calculations and shocking appearances at the last moment.

But now, everything seems different.

Likyavis's soul floats in the quiet and crowded sea of ​​souls. Its will, which is enough to enslave a hundred thousand intelligent beings, allows it to clearly see the truth in the subspace and what is happening in Eurydice at this moment.

The [real] world that the barbaric warriors fighting in the galaxy will never know.

Although on the surface, although the three-party melee has caused the entire galaxy to be filled with flames of war, the Eurydice galaxy is still an intact galaxy. The biggest damage it has suffered is that the surface of the planet has been cratered by various falls.

, other than that, everything seems normal and stable in this place.

But only by stepping through the turbulent sea of ​​souls and arriving at a high enough dimension can we see the true truth of this unfortunate land: most of the land is indeed complete, although those planets and the void

It still exudes a dead silence without fluctuations, but in the center of the galaxy, billions of souls are fighting with abandon, turning the center of the galaxy into a colorful painting, with large blocks of bright yellow and blood red telling the story.

How much malice and madness are surging in the sea of ​​souls here.

But despite this, this is still a normal scene. It is the excitement that will be caused by any void battle. It is something that the psionic species have long turned a blind eye to.

But what really scares them is the scene that was born in front of them.

Starting from the Mandeville Point that the human fleets called the Dawnbreaker Legion passed through when they arrived in this galaxy, until they are fighting very close at hand at this moment: this is a winding march that spans half of the galaxy.

The road is already in front of them...

Disappeared.

It's like taking away a corner of a complete pizza: literally, it has completely disappeared. Even the most powerful psionic species can't see a single trace on this twisted road. They can only see from the black

Behind the curtain-like silence, there are faint traces of fantasy-like existence.

Those worlds experienced by the Dawnbreaker Legion, or specifically, those worlds experienced by the Dawn Goddess, including the stars of the Eurydice Galaxy, although they are still normal in the real universe, in the subspace

, but they changed their appearance.

These stars began to become weird and twisted, like phantoms that were constantly being disrupted by stones in a pool of water. They were rising and falling in the unsettling pure black curtain, constantly changing their images and directions, and in some difficult-to-grasp situations.
To be continued...