Train, think and consider.

All of this is just a fragment, a few insignificant moments in a long time.

And beyond these far-reaching thoughts is the most common, most eternal, and most powerful part of the galaxy.

war.

The war never ends.

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Whether it is the brutal strangulation of the Sabis galaxy or the fragments of iron and blood shed in countless galaxies and worlds over the past several Terra standard months, they cannot stop the rampage of war, but instead feed this greedy and barbaric beast more and more.

The ferocious beast keeps craving for more blood.

Listening to the Emperor's orders, several legions of Astartes and hundreds of millions of Imperial auxiliaries are spread across the most desolate corners of the galaxy, piling the heads of Randan warriors into hills, showing off their illustrious martial arts.

And behind this monument of victory, enough human blood to irrigate countless worlds flows freely everywhere on the battlefield. There are millions of simple tombs that have been hastily erected. There are countless once prosperous and stable human worlds.

Under the iron heel of Ran Dan Empire, it turned into a living flesh and blood workshop.

Everyone is bleeding.

Humanity is bleeding, and Ran Dan is bleeding too.

But these were not enough to make the leaders of all the legions surrender, nor were they enough to make the two empires eager to conquer the galaxy give up the possibility of continuing to fight and rule.

More and more sighting reports are piling up on the Primarch's desk, and more and more blasphemous fleets are emerging from the shadows at the edge of the galaxy.

News of the annihilation of the expedition fleet, the auxiliary army fortress and even the entire Titan Legion began to circulate uneasily in all the corridors. The east and north of the galaxy have become a devouring black hole, killing thousands of imperial vanguards.

Swallow it in one gulp and never see it again.

From a certain point on, no one knew how many warriors the Empire had lost in this war. It might have been a hundred million, or it might have been more. Even the Emperor could not give a more precise figure.

And Holy Terra had only one response to this.

There is always only one.

When one battleship was completely destroyed in the shadow of the star, the keels of five brand-new battleships were already being prepared in the shipyards of Jupiter.

When the three expeditionary fleets disappeared in the shadow of the Randan Empire, the organization plan for thirty new expeditionary fleets was already placed on the table of the War Council.

While 10,000 mothers were mourning and crying because of the announcement of the death of their children, a million mothers were shedding tears and watching their children board the troop transport with uneasiness.

courage.

volume.

determination.

sacrifice.

Everything is just for one result.

For the purpose set by the Emperor himself.

For the cry of all alien races.

For the manifest destiny of ruling over the world.

For victory.

For eternal victory.

All costs.

All at no cost.

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In the sixth month after the Battle of Sabis, Randan's army had torn apart sixteen expedition fleets of the Human Empire, destroyed seven worlds or interstellar fortresses, and crushed at least three million auxiliary troops and two Titan legions.

Flying ashes.

In the ninth month, Randan's last stronghold in the Maelstrom region was torn out by the Dark Angels. Millions of Randan's pure-blood warriors were killed, and their fingers could no longer touch the Sun Star Domain from the east.

In the sixteenth month after the Battle of Sabis, one of Randan's battle moons destroyed the First Legion's Queen of Glory [The Razor of Truth] in a fatal manner. Subsequently, the attack of Randan's army forced the Death Guard Legion

Six inhabited galaxies and more unmanned galaxies had to be completely turned into wasteland to slightly delay the offensive of these alien armies.

By the twentieth month, the Dark Angels, White Scars, Raven Guard, some Death Guards and some Space Wolves formed a coalition and annihilated a Randan who was stationed in the Wollaston system at the protrusion of the battle line.

The heavily-armed group, three war commanders Ran Dan were killed one after another in this battle, and billions of alien souls were wailing on the battlefield, like the end of the world.

The Primarch of the Dark Angels, [Lion] Jonson, fought one against two, killing two of Ran Dan's warmasters, and his psychic advisor, who was fearfully called Ran Dan's alien,

The silver-haired lady named [Soul Drinker] intercepted and killed the last Ran Dan Warmaster who tried to support him.

And when the Dark Angel left this world, the billions of wailing souls that once floated on the surface seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only an empty, dead desert.

Faced with such a disastrous defeat, the Ran Dan Empire was not completely silent: just seven months later, Ran Dan's virus weapons completely destroyed six fortress worlds, and at least 150 Titans fell in the same battle.

, became the raw material for the alien empire to build a new war engine, and the twenty galaxies and tens of billions of imperial people originally protected by these divine engines did not wait for the day when reinforcements arrived. Their bones were piled up into mountains, shaping

It has become a giant statue that mocks mankind.

Then, Holy Terra's letter of accountability arrived on the flagship of the First Legion.

Also coming together were eleven fully-staffed Titan legions as reinforcements.

At the same time, the frontline reconnaissance force also sent back the latest news: Although the Randan army and fleet responsible for launching the first wave of offensives in this war have been wiped out, the alien empire has not flinched.

In the more remote and dark corners, there are at least tens of billions of Ran Dan's army and more fighting moons.

In this way, in the fifth year when the Second Ran Dan War officially broke out, after countless battles that could completely destroy other alien civilizations broke out one after another, Ran Dan's invading army will finally reach a peak in strength, with tens of billions of soldiers.

Like a migrating ant tide, the Randan army continues to pour out from the shadows of the Milky Way North, and there is no sign of exhaustion at all.

In the same year, the Eleventh Legion had completely expelled Ran Dan's Northern Legion from the solar system. The most [pure] Primarch was leading the main force of his legion along the route of Ran Dan's defeated army.

The retreat route has been traced all the way, and it is said that its forward troops have arrived near the Eye of Terror, but the information sent back has become increasingly confusing and sparse.

At the same time, whether it is the Luna Wolves Legion, the Ultramarines Legion, or every Astartes Legion that has not fully invested in this war, they have received orders to recruit and dispatch, from Holy Terra to Ultra

Rama, the empire's conscription order has once again descended on countless hive worlds and forge worlds.

Except for a very lucky few, no one can survive this war.

that's all.

The most powerful, craziest, and most paranoid gamblers in the two galaxies once again pushed seemingly all the chips in their hands, and then watched the currency of life accompanied by the blood of the fate of their own race, ruthlessly

The consumption flows endlessly.

Until one side falls.

Or the end of all things.

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This is war.

eternal truth.

No one can escape.

But not everyone is afraid.

No one is immune.

But not everyone is resentful.

No one can win.

But not everyone gained nothing.

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"Ms. Morgan."

The two veterans of the First Legion who came out of Terra bowed their heads to the mortals in front of them. They stood upright and slightly staggered their bodies, revealing the guarded porch behind them.

Morgan nodded and said nothing. She was already used to this.

Entering the corridor, you will occasionally see the hurried figures of the Dark Angels. When these Astartes warriors with high eyes see the flowing silver hair, they will stop and lower their heads to signal until Morgan leaves.

Only after passing them can you continue on your way.

In this way, Morgan kept her leisurely pace, wandering slowly in the corridor that other mortals were not even qualified to know. She turned around and finally came to the end of the corridor, where there were several rooms scattered on one wall.

The door, and through the one-sided transparent glass wall on the other wall, you can have a panoramic view of the entire deck of the Indomitable Truth.

Morgan's room is at this end of the corridor, and at the other end is an overly huge door, and beyond that is Jonson's private lounge.

In fact, when Morgan first became the unknown [psionic advisor] next to the Primarch of the First Legion, she did not live here, and the Dark Angels on the battleship were more inclined to regard her as an insignificant person.

Little ghost.

But when the beacon fires in the galaxy continued to ignite, when Jonson led her and the First Legion to fight on countless worlds, when she burned millions of Randan warriors with her own hands, when she was in Wollaston

, in front of thousands of Dark Angel veterans, when she turned the nearly invincible War Commander Ran Dan into a wisp of ashes, unknowingly, her room had been moved here, and all the Dark Angels saw her

Whenever possible, we will try our best to show a gesture similar to [respect].
To be continued...