The End

Killing.

Under the scarlet stars, Morgan repeated this move.

It was no difficulty for her, a part of her seemed born for this purpose.

The endless steel storm envelops tens of thousands of wreckage and blades, and with the fingertips of the Heartless, it runs rampant among the flesh and blood, strangling all the skulls and blood in an instant, leaving only one piece.

A wasteland so deathly silent that it makes people shudder.

Behind the invincible storm giant is an endless snare of whispers and contemptuous laughter. Countless of the most powerful and outstanding Randan warriors lowered their heads amidst this invisible ridicule and bewitchment.

The deadly gun was pointed at the comrades beside him.

Slaughter and massacre resounded on the same land, and the alien blasphemous blood poured out thousands of miles amid the fierce wind and crazy sounds of fighting, carving out a flat road to hell among the continuous corpses, just like a long scarlet road.

, greeting the conquerors all the way.

But Hector just walked, walking on this bloody road full of pungent smell.

As a squire, as a soldier, as...

Mount?

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Until a certain moment, when Hector's footsteps finally reached the edge of the most spectacular fortress, he stopped involuntarily, and then knelt on the ground on one knee.

Then, there was a rustling sound on his back, followed by the crisp sound of riding boots stepping on the blood pool. He felt that the noble lady moved her arms almost lazily, smoothing them out casually.

Those obstructive mountains of corpses before them

At this moment, Hector desperately hoped that he would be a hidden psyker.

He couldn't help but raise his head.

Then I felt suffocated.

It is obviously just a thin figure, but it makes people feel that there is a towering god standing in it.

In other words, maybe there really is some unimaginable monster standing behind her, so powerful and so eye-catching that even a person like him without any [talent] can sense it very clearly.

Hector took a deep breath and smelled the smell of burning and charcoal.

He knows what it is.

Behind them is the kingdom of flames.

When Hector, or in other words, when Morgan's footsteps leave every piece of land, everything will burn, and will be turned into ashes, into dust, into

A desolate place where even the most experienced warriors can't find the slightest clue.

As they walked along, the flames they ignited had already turned thousands of miles of land into a heaven of fire. The blazing light could be seen clearly even in the void. Millions of alien corpses were in this monstrous spirit.

It was constantly twisted and shrunk in the fire of energy, and finally turned into a charred black body with no intelligence value.

Hector's instinct told him that the silver-haired lady was hiding something, and that she was hiding something openly in front of him.

But soon, he lowered his head and didn't think about anything.

He knew that he might have to adapt to this situation in the future.

【Get up.】

【You don’t need to be so reserved.】

He heard laughter, which was a kind of laughter wrapped in a hint of warmth under the cold appearance, telling the heart that was not good at expressing under the cold appearance.

His blood told him so.

Hector stood up, saying nothing or asking anything, just like a deaf-mute knight, quietly following the steps of the silver-haired lady.

He saw her waving her hand, and a soothing wind circulated in the air. It gently blew over the seemingly indestructible permanent fortress. The high walls and fortresses were like sand under the huge waves.

Like castles, they collapsed to the ground one after another, and broken stones and alien skulls rolled down to the ground with a gurgling sound.

They passed through layers of collapsing walls, passed through Ran Dan's army that was no longer making any noise, walked on roads paved with weapons and firearms, passed through harvest traps dotted with fortresses and gunpoints, and stood in the barracks.

, moving forward peacefully in the city of blood and tears composed of warehouses and squares, until those twisted towers and palaces gradually occupied Hector's field of vision.

Everything is so quiet.

It was so quiet that it made him... afraid.

The Astartes should not be afraid.

The pure black walls reflect two silver shadows. The sound of wind between these high barriers is always particularly shrill, with wailing sounds and cold souls, as if a group of beasts are being chewed wantonly by unimaginable monsters.

Hector's eyes moved to the silver figure some distance in front of him.

Maybe it was an illusion: she seemed stronger, more suffocating and awe-inspiring, as if some switch was being activated out of control.

But the next moment, the terrifying atmosphere disappeared again, as if everything was just an illusion.

Hector felt a trance, and in this sudden trance, they had arrived in front of the seemingly endless stairs.

【...eating...】

He heard the low sigh.

【Maybe, I need a chef.】

Hector subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, and then heard a laugh.

【No, it’s not you...】

Morgan smiled, and a bright light slowly emerged from the staff in her hand. She raised it high into the sky and sent out a silent message.

【let's go.】

【Remember to be respectful to my main course.】

"..."

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Don't think about anything, Hector.

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Morgan did not continue to climb the steps and entered the hall occupied by the [Manipulator].

She turned around, returned to her son, uttered a whisper, and a burst of silver light enveloped the two of them. When the light dissipated, they still appeared in the blood pool. This was the gate of the fortress, and they could even

You can clearly see the remains of the fortress that was destroyed by Morgan's whispers.

Hector's confusion was written on his face, but Morgan was not interested in paying attention to it. She had one last step to take, which was the last etiquette before eating.

This etiquette stems from a very simple reality.

A [Controllable Alpha Level Psyker].

An [Astartes Warrior].

Such a combination is obviously unable to kill all the way through Ran Dan's battle formations and then destroy a fortress filled with Ran Dan warriors.

She needs a reason, a reason to make her gluttonous feast reasonable and trivial.

It's not difficult.

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Of course, a psyker and an Astartes joining forces could not destroy the tens of thousands of alien hordes.

But what if the one who takes action is the [Manipulator] who controls the soul of all aliens and is theoretically dying, but no one knows its true situation?

On the verge of death, no matter how absurd the behavior is, it is understandable and acceptable, not to mention...

The evidence is overwhelming.

A malicious smile appeared on Morgan's face.

She stretched out her palm and held tens of thousands of souls in her fingertips. These wailing souls that had not yet had time to be swallowed were kneaded by her into a bullet that meant frame-up and falsehood, and she shot it at those

In the fortress.

no doubt.

It hit.

Then, Morgan turned his head.

She had one last little thing to sort out.

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【You seem to have something to ask me?】

【My bloodline.】

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Morgan turned around.
To be continued...