Chapter 61 Kai

Confrontation.

An unimaginable confrontation.

The sea of ​​souls is roaring and boiling, like a vast ocean burning in a raging fire.

A [star] is dying, falling towards its own death with great unwillingness and resentment. This monster called the [Manipulator] is so terrifying and powerful that every psyker in the galaxy is taking the initiative or

They were forced to witness its final struggle, and those who were not determined enough or lucky enough were involuntarily burning with the fall of Warmaster Ran Dan.

The death of a star will never be silent, it will only be the grandest madness, struggle and death together, it will only be a catastrophe for all unfortunate people.

And amidst this silent catastrophe, the war continues.

In the dark land of the Battle Moon, among the shining and dark stars, on the decks and corridors of every battleship between humans and Randan, and in the real physical universe, the war continues.

Tens of thousands of Astartes and Randan warriors fought in giant steel coffins, red or blasphemous blood flying with the scream of swords.

More than two hundred of the greatest war engines were in close combat in the small space of the Sabis galaxy. The stars were filled with dim beams of electromagnetic energy, thousands of drones, and the most deadly jumping torpedoes.

:Each one is filled with Dark Angel veterans who have been killed all the way from Terra.

The arrival of the main fleet of the First Legion did not collapse the alien army. On the contrary, in this worst situation, Randan showed the reasons why they can compete for galactic hegemony on an equal footing with the human empire: courage, determination and a disregard for death.

The belief also exists and shines in these seemingly blasphemous aliens.

The battle will never stop until the head of the last Randan alien is chopped off. Real blood must be paid in every tactical core of every battleship, every corridor and even every room.

Countless Randan battleships feverishly launched wave after wave of almost suicidal attacks towards the most dazzling [Invincible Reason]. Some of them even actually hit the deck of the Queen of Glory and were torn off before being completely destroyed.

Pieces of metal flesh and blood.

And on those battleships that were successfully ganged up by the Dark Angel's vanguard, rounds of counterattacks and retrieval operations never stopped. Shura fields that cut blood and flesh were all over every corridor, every corner, and finally

The alien resisters will not hesitate to overload the battleship's reactor as a final counterattack against the fact of failure.

The stars are bleeding, bleeding pointlessly.

Under the almost crazy resistance of the Ran Dan fleet, the empire's main fleet was unable to make decisive progress for a while. The two powerful fleets that could level civilization and devour the world fell into a fierce attrition battle.

With blood flowing, attack and death squandered the cards in both sides' hands bit by bit.

But despite this, any profound psyker can actually see that this war has lost all suspense, and is only waiting for the moment when the [Manipulator] completely burns out his soul.

When that blasphemous star falls, the false scene that supports the abnormal madness and bloody bravery in Ran Dan's army will disappear, and they will be completely crushed into dust by the First Legion in a brief period of confusion.

The only question now is: how much more blood will the First Legion shed before that moment comes?

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Blood.

invisible blood.

Morgan closed his eyes, but felt countless blood flowing in front of his eyes.

They blend and outline each other, forming continuous gurgling streams and shallow rivers, and finally form a lake glowing with blood-red light, surrounded by the same scarlet blood mist. At a glance, there is no end in sight.

.

Morgan squinted her eyes, her sight passed through the obstruction of the blood mist, and she vaguely saw white torrents falling from the sky.

Those are skulls, thousands of alien skulls. They have been washed away of all flesh, flesh and fur, leaving only the purest white twisted appearance. Most of them are Ran Dan's skulls, and some are extremely huge and deformed.

The others are those aliens that have not yet been discovered and recognized by the official empire.

Each of them represents a soul that was crushed or affected by Morgan.

At this moment, an instinct guided her, and she could hear the sharp laughter and the vicious words mixed with some sincerity.

【You kill your enemies with witchcraft.】

[You captured the skull, but you didn’t use a sharp knife.]

【You let the blood dry up.】

【You make courage useless.】

[You use witchcraft to desecrate the honor of death battle.]

[You interfere with the butcher’s peace with your twisted ways.]

【Some guys will be angry.】

【But...who cares about him.】

The voice was whispering, laughing, and neighing, constantly interfering with her thoughts and urging her to use the most twisted power.

Morgan lowered his eyebrows and tried his best to control himself and resist this almost irresistible force.

In the past, this was almost unimaginable, but now the grand feast has enhanced her power, and Morgan can clearly feel that the echo of those voices in her heart has weakened by a tiny bit.

But it was enough to cheer her up.

Following her thoughts, tens of thousands of skulls flew out of the blood pool and drew a strip of white silk on the distant sky, allowing Morgan to carefully select them.

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Bottom line.

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When countless wailings passed by her eyes, she remembered this word.

She doesn't respect the word.

But she was in awe of it.

Morgan knew that she needed to abide by a certain bottom line, even if it was for herself.

Some not-so-good memories passed through her mind.

The tide of skulls was like a flock of migrating pigeons, covering a small half of the sky of the spiritual world, painting the most dazzling forest white color on the dark background. Morgan examined them carefully and finally picked out a few.

The selected skulls are not twisted. In fact, they are human skulls, those unfortunate individuals enslaved by Ran Dan. You can even vaguely see strands of golden souls entwining around them.

As soon as she saw these golden souls, Morgan's face turned gloomy. She thought of some bad memories, about the momentary greed and the long pain, as well as the fragments of the golden sword cutting her mind wantonly.

She waved her hand and allowed these souls to disappear into the endless vast ocean.

After doing all this, she waved her hand and let thousands of skulls fall into the pool of blood again.

The voice continued, still laughing. Morgan ignored it and was immersed in one of his own ideas and designs.

She needs a [weapon].

Based on these alien skulls and blood that come with the soul, she will get a [weapon].

But not now.

After all, in her plan, the tens of thousands of skulls and thousands of streams of blood were completely insufficient.

She needs more.

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But before that, she still needs to solve some other things.

The soul was devoured and the strength was enhanced, but the thawing of memory also followed.

She was forced to see more things, things that happened before her consciousness was born, and she didn't even know who put these fragments into her mind.

Finally, she walked in.

And this time.

She looked up.

All I saw was golden light.

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Involuntarily.

Morgan was shaking.

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【You should join us...】

The sound of decay.

【You can join us~】

The sound of joy.

【You can join us.】

Distorted sound.

【You must join us!】

The sound of anger.
To be continued...