Chapter 57 Questions about the Stars

【Carmen...Carmen...】

【my child.】

【My Carmen.】

【You...】

【Why do you always want to disobey me...】

The great Warmaster Ran Dan leaned on his Iron Throne, curling up his body like a real, painful father.

In this ruthless palace, the only ruler is the throne of the [Warmaster], and every inch of sight of this supreme throne is occupied by the [Overlord] and every senior Ran Dan warrior.

The projection symbolizes their life and force.

They are like diamond-shaped crystals, glowing with dark light, densely packed, occupying every inch of the walls and sky of this twisted hall.

In this way, in the arrogant and savage soul of every Randan warrior, there stands the figure of the [War Commander].

It pours words into thousands of lenses, the fleet begins to rampage, the legions begin to dance, and the world begins to burn.

And above the tens of thousands of brutal warriors, there is the only blood red in the palace. It is the largest and most wonderful crystal, and it is the most proud crop of the [War Commander] in his long life.

It loves this crystal just like a craftsman loves his proudest crop.

But now, it's broken.

【My Carmen...】

In its whisper, the noblest blood-red crystal fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Compared with its gorgeous and despicable death, the thousands of broken black crystals were so ordinary.

【Carmen...】

It curled up, it screamed, it looked at this fallen proud creation, and let out the mournful cry of a father.

Along with this mournful cry, the supreme power of the [Manipulator] runs rampant in the spiritual ocean, like an eight-clawed spider venting anger and violence, falling into endless pain in its own precise web, even the manipulator

The network of countless wills is also thrown into chaos because of this sincere sadness.

【my child……】

【You made me sad...】

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"The Sea of ​​Souls is undergoing fluctuations, and the souls and wills of all life in this galaxy are being affected, including our target, the most important enemy, and the prey that must die."

"Although I don't know what all this is for, this moment is indeed the best opportunity."

The voice of Dark Angel is like a piece of land in early spring, thick but also truly cold.

This is a secret chamber located underground. Its entrance is cleverly embedded in the cracks of several boulders. Even the most cautious Astartes warriors will find it difficult to find it without repeated searches and attempts.

After pushing open the hidden door, passing through a corridor that is so narrow and dark that mortals cannot even find a trace of light, and then turning around three hidden sentries and firepower points, you will arrive at the central area of ​​this underground miniature fortress.

No one knows who built this building, why it was built, and when it was built, but at this moment, it belongs to the Dark Angels.

As for when it began to be owned and used by the First Legion, that is another unsolved mystery destined to have no answer.

But none of that matters.

As the guide opened the last door, the group walked into the secret room. This was a simple conference room with more than a dozen Dark Angels scattered among the empty tables and chairs, and surrounded by them.

In the center, there is an eye-catching... thing.

Morgan looked at the twisted piece of flesh. It was an object similar to a human brain and a bit like a ball of wool. It even looked alive.

【What's this?】

"It's just a prop for the mission. You can think of it as some kind of alternative atomic weapon."

"We seized this item while clearing out an alien. Although we still don't understand the specific principle, what is certain is that it is a one-time weapon targeted at psykers. It has enough power to defeat any witchcraft.

The power to turn aliens into ashes.”

"You can understand it as a nuclear weapon specifically targeted at psykers. Its explosion does not occur in the physical universe, but detonates in the spiritual realm. Even Alpha-level psykers will have difficulty in it.

To survive a direct attack, we paid a huge price to obtain this weapon."

Morgan was silent for a moment.

【Then what do I need to do?】

The leader of the Dark Angel smiled, his laughter hidden under the shadow of his hood.

"It's very simple."

"You just have to detonate it."

"Direct the power of this bomb to the wills controlled by Ran Dan's Warmaster. Since it directly controls so many souls so confidently and arrogantly, we only need to release this bomb in a place where souls are densely packed.

The seeds of destruction are enough to bite it back."

"Its proud soul-stirring will be the death knell of its fate."

"And you, Ms. Morgan, are the most direct and important part of this plan. We need your power as an Alpha-level psyker. As for other things, you don't need to worry."

"In previous actions, you have shown sufficient controllability and cooperative attitude. In view of your excellent attitude, we will ensure your life safety, as long as you are not affected by the explosion."

【It’s just life, not memory, right?】

"Losing a little memory is good for us all. Although everything here will be abandoned and destroyed after this, it is best not to have any memory about this place."

"This is for your own good."

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For a moment, looking at the Dark Angel swearing in front of him, Morgan actually wanted to laugh.

She tried very hard to hold back her laughter.

And when she looked at the so-called think tank on the other side: a Dark Angel psyker, who was preparing to erase his memory, the power he had tried his best to condense at his fingertips even made Morgan feel extra special.

cute.

She smiled to suppress her almost uncontrollable smile.

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[Last question, do you know that the target this time is a psyker, and if not, what will you do to ensure victory?]

A smile appeared on the face of the Dark Angel. Although under the cover of the hood, Morgan could only see the exposed teeth and raised jaw, she still felt the almost instinctive arrogance of these death angels.

"Indeed, we only confirmed the ability of War Commander Ran Dan during a battle with Ran Dan's main landing force. That's why we urgently found you, because before we learned about War Commander Ran Dan's ability, we ourselves could not confirm the combat mission.

Next step."

"So far, the types of Ran Dan Warmasters we know include but are not limited to powerful warriors, cunning wizards, pure commanders, or untouchable people with special abilities."

"But no matter what kind of warmaster comes, there are enough means in this world to kill them."

"There's more than one [fortress], and there's more than one way to do it."

"You don't need to know anything else."

"Then now, let everything begin."

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"What are you thinking, Hector?"

The team of the Second Legion temporarily stayed somewhere in the desert. Two soldiers of the First Legion were holding swords and standing not far from them seemingly casually.

The wind from Sabis No. 4 blew on their faces, bringing a dry smell. It was the afternoon, the hottest time in the desert, and even the air was constantly shaking, as if

combustion.

Under this purest heat, even Astartes, who are hardly affected by the temperature, will inevitably feel a little irritated from the bottom of their hearts.

And Hector's irritability was particularly intense.

After [she] showed an irresistible smile, she left behind Hector, who had just been healed by her own spiritual power, and disappeared into the wind and sand of the desert together with the Dark Angel.

Hector was left standing uneasily. His eyes occasionally glanced at the two Dark Angels, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on the long handle of the sword.

Ajax stood there, facing the two dark angels. As for Salieri, this experimental think tank had felt an indescribable pain since the beginning. He was sitting on the ground, minding his own recovery.

With.

"It was like an explosion..."

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Someone detonated something in the Sea of ​​Souls..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and fell into a new round of severe pain. Even Chiron and Hector's inquiries only made him shake his head.

It wasn't until the emerging psyker was performing a little better that the ancient warrior Kailon transferred his energy to another disciple who was obviously distracted.

"What are you thinking, Hector?"

"No...it's nothing...Your Excellency."
To be continued...