Chapter 58 Truth

"Everything is planned."

"Whether it's you, me, those aliens, or even every world in this galaxy, every dust, every drop of blood is part of [Lion's] plan. Everything may change, but absolutely

It won’t get out of control.”

"After all, this is not a battle."

"This is a great hunt."

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Morgan's pupils were bleeding.

Red blood.

This tiny waterfall of blood stained her eyebrows, streaked across her worryingly pale cheeks, and converged on her sharp jaw, not forgetting to contaminate her equally pale lips.

She closed her eyes tightly and calmly and carefully adjusted her state and situation.

Under the cover of the scattered silver hair, the pair of cyan-blue pupils kept turning, covering Morgan's original sight from the dark angel's sight: indifference, rejection and pure silence.

If there was really an angel of death who saw Morgan's eyes at this time, he would only fall into the most shocking confusion: what a terrifying gaze, the owner of this gaze ruthlessly weighs all living things in the world, and even

He defeated the most indifferent, cruel and selfish alien overlord in the interstellar world.

But fortunately, but unfortunately, the Dark Angel at this moment did not have the energy to take care of her.

The plan went very smoothly. When Morgan's spirit dived into the ocean of consciousness, she saw the soul and will of the so-called [War Commander Ran Dan] almost immediately. For no other reason than this wizard.

The existence of the master is so dazzling and special among countless ordinary souls. It is like a dying red giant star, emitting uneasy light and heat.

What was reflected in Morgan's pupils was a scene that could make anyone's scalp tingle: millions of souls scattered throughout this galaxy, except for those few shining spots belonging to humans and Astartes.

, those walking under the banner of Ran Dan are all the most gloomy and numb souls. They are tightly bound by twisted flesh-colored threads, and these millions of threads are intertwined with each other.

, entangled all the way to the dim star, densely covered with muddy scenes that can make anyone feel sick and queasy.

In this way, the will of this witchcraft master connects and enslaves countless souls. It does not even need any means of defense and early warning, because its star-like size and strength are the greatest defense, unless it is another

star, otherwise no one can harm it.

But now, times have changed.

When Morgan's soul slowly emerged from the countless wailing souls, the dim star began to stir uneasily. Apparently, it realized something, which was the most instinctive awe of its natural enemies.

But obviously, this Ran Dan's [War Commander] may be too old, or maybe too sad. In short, when Morgan's will fully emerged, it was not ready to fight in the vast ocean.

Preparation for a fight to the death.

Morgan did not act immediately. She first glanced at Ran Dan's [Warmaster], which was as huge and delicious as a star, and then at the millions of souls enslaved by this sinful man.

【hunger】

After a long time, this will struck her again.

She felt hungry.

In other words, she felt a desire to eat.

【Eat it, eat it all.】

【This is your right.】

【You are born powerful, so you should plunder. 】

Invisibly, a voice urged her.

Of course Morgan knew it, and of course he wanted it.

This star-like alien soul is so majestic and delicious, devouring it is even more satisfying than devouring the soul of an entire world.

There are also millions of obscure individuals. Maybe they are not worth mentioning compared to the huge main course, but such a large number can also be used to simply satisfy the hunger.

But this time, Morgan's eyes were blurred for just a moment, and her control over herself was still at a strong level.

Now is not the time.

Morgan knows this.

She needs the right time.

This won't be long.

With this in mind, Morgan first carefully observed the psychic killer floating in her palm, as if she wanted to remember every detail of it.

Then, she gently pushed the alien creation, which was no different from a disaster star to most psykers, toward the [star]. With a click of her finger, the blasphemous creation was wrapped in a protective layer.

Within the hood, Morgan stood far away, controlling it to float towards the target.

Under the control of the hypocrite, this meteor of destruction dodges among countless threads and souls, like a dazzling silver light across the dark night. When the victim's vision has just recovered from the sudden stimulation, it is approaching.

It's in front of you.

If it were an ordinary psyker, or even an Alpha level who could summon legions, destroy Titans, and ravage a civilization and the world at will, it would probably be difficult for him to achieve such precision: psionic power is the embodiment of destruction after all.

The power is so majestic and rough, and the whispers of subspace are destroying their users all the time, restricting those delicate operations.

They can only continue to destroy the complete net on the periphery of the star. Of course, they can do this quickly using powerful spiritual energy, but this also means that when the indiscriminate and devastating explosion occurs, those who are too

A guy who goes deep is hard to escape.

But at this moment, Morgan was just admiring it from a distance, and the whispers in the void accompanied the ethereal disaster star she controlled all the way until the endless light of destruction broke away from its core.

【Good dream.】

Facing the future main dish, Morgan sincerely blessed it.

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There was an explosion.

This is the destruction of the pure spiritual realm. At this moment, all the psykers in the Sabis galaxy frowned involuntarily. Those who were more powerful were able to stand calmly, while those who were not strong enough could only sit down.

On the ground, it looked even worse.

No one knows what Ran Dan [Warmaster], who is the main target, looks like now, but its state can be clearly felt: those psykers who still have some remaining strength can all hear the sound of the soul realm.

The sharpest howl in the world, the sound was like a star dying, accompanied by the screams of millions of people as their souls were extracted alive.

But those ordinary people without talent saw a more intuitive scene. The Dark Angel battleship hiding at the edge of the galaxy clearly saw the changes in the Ran Dan fleet: at a certain moment, thousands of people in the entire fleet were

All the blasphemous battleships fell into a strange and sudden stagnation, especially the core of the fleet, the battle moon with stars surrounding it. It was like a giant machine that was out of control, losing its balance and sense of direction.

Controlled collisions from left to right, crushing countless Ran Dan frigates that got too close.

Finally, it stopped, as if dead.

At this moment, all the Dark Angels witnessed it with their own eyes, or confirmed this from the communication.

The plan succeeded.

Morgan could feel that there was a minimal happiness lingering in this secret underground chamber, except for the think tank, who was barely standing.

And when the leader of the Dark Angels turned his attention from the think tank to Morgan, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that Morgan was still alive.

"...How is your situation, Ms. Morgan?"

【Well enough.】

She smiled, which made the Dark Angel feel instinctively uneasy. He could feel that this mortal was looking around at everyone in the room.

He actually felt a little dangerous.

Obviously, this is an illusion.

"So...do you have any more questions?"

Morgan brushed away the blood and opened his eyes, his pupils already filled with the exhaustion of escaping death.

"I want to know what happened, and that can be satisfied, right?"

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"sure."

During Ahriman's final questioning, the hooded Dark Angel just nodded.

The ship they were on had just sailed out of the orbital shadow of the planet and left the edge of the Sabis galaxy. When the light of the star once again made the bridge of the battleship brighter, Ahriman suddenly discovered that they had already

They made a big circle and circled all the way from Sabis 4 to the rear of Ran Dan's fleet.

The overly huge Mandeville Point was not far away from them at this time, and Ran Dan obviously had no interest in leaving more defensive forces here: more and more quickly emerged from the shadows everywhere.

The small battleships of the Dark Angels, under their attack, the few small ships Ran Dan left behind were quickly wiped out.

Ahriman quietly witnessed the end of the battle. He felt that he could no longer bear it, so he once again approached the Dark Angel responsible for everything.

"Surely the harsh system of secrecy in your mind has allowed you to know more?"

Faced with the strange annoyance of the Thousand Sons Captain, the Dark Angel just smiled.

"certainly."
To be continued...