[My child! Speak! Tell me! What happened to you! Why can’t I feel your consciousness! Why are those weird fogs covering your soul! 】
[Don’t believe them, don’t believe any voice in your head!]
[I am sorry, my child, that I have concealed and deceived you: do not believe them! Do not believe those voices! No matter what they promise you, no matter what they urge you, ignore it!
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[That terrifying eyeball, everything that comes out of it is false and malicious. Those stupid guys think they can get benefits from dealing with them, but you don’t want to know what they turned into in the end.
.]
[So, don’t believe them, my child, my Carmen!]
She didn't hate this fleeting feeling.
[From this point of view... the so-called emotions are common things among intelligent creatures. Whether it is a damn alien or a tolerable similar species, this will not change. 】
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She saw everything that happened within these two Terran standard times. She saw the human front slowly collapsing. She saw more and more souls belonging to Randan warriors begin to flash on the battlefield.
From dozens to hundreds, to thousands, until they completely surrounded a dark angel.
Although his swings were still sharp and his steps were still steady, it was impossible for him to make every move without paying some price. After nearly an hour of confrontation and consumption, in front of the hill of Randan warriors,
On top of the corpse, the silent warrior finally pulled the thing in his hand.
Perhaps only the endless laughter of the gods above the clouds and in the strong wind, hardly noticed by anyone, can explain why such a kingdom of Shura came to the human world.
[Although "noble" means nothing.]
That black cave appeared out of thin air, and Ran Dan's most elite [Overlords] filed out of it. From that moment on, the situation completely got out of control.
But even so, this is still a battle that cannot be covered by the naked eye. The fighting and fighting of tens of thousands of soldiers is far more terrifying, more vivid, and more cruel than the pale numbers and descriptions.
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Blood flowed from his forehead and into Lieutenant Andrews' eyes.
This long, anxious request and order became fragmented and reversed in the rapid transmission, but still maintained the general meaning. It only took almost an instant for them to cross the ocean of soul and consciousness, and finally rushed towards [
The consciousness of Overlord Carmen is ready to break through the crimson mist surrounding the Randan warrior.
But none of this gets in the way of business.
【Carmen! Answer! Carmen!】
But the next second, with an almost emotionless sarcastic laugh, they disappeared in the last step of the difficult mission. Even Warmaster Ran Dan, who was proud of his psychic abilities, could no longer find them.
【Are you sure you still want to stay here?】
But even so, the sergeant of the Dark Angels still did not move his position. He was guarding the center of the bridge, serving as the last line of defense and the only line of defense against the dangerous man next to him.
Andrews breathed nervously. This seemed to be the end of a tragic victory. They still had two warriors, and Ran Dan only had one [Overlord], but he knew very well that things were not that simple.
Then, it lowered its head, but people could see the corners of its extremely grinning mouth.
There was no need for her to lie to him. When her senses were walking on the battlefield ahead, they would faithfully feed back all the situations.
But since it passed through her range, she had no reason not to add some obstruction to the damn alien.
Ever since the [Overlord] chopped off the head of the auxiliary officer next to him without hesitation, he had realized all this.
In the defense line composed of hundreds of trenches and passages, a grand feast of light is unfolding. Countless soldiers and officers use their lives to maintain this bloody feast, just to let the sound of artillery fire and tearing disappear.
possibly extending to the next second.
Red fire and dark purple light waves continued to appear everywhere on the battlefield. Each appearance of them meant the evaporation of hundreds of lives, or the collapse of a strong fortress.
She felt a bit of [happiness], or was it a bit of [pleasure]?
She couldn't tell them apart, but that didn't matter.
[Even the filthiest creature is in some ways nobler than the greatest man.]
Both sides are bleeding, both sides are losing, and both sides are continuing this bloody gamble with unreasonable courage and madness. The bet is one life after another rushing towards the enemy's line, them, them, all of them.
Like a collapsed tower of coins, his body collapsed and scattered without a trace.
A sergeant of the Dark Angels stood in the central area of the bridge. In front of him was the command center of the mortal defenders, as well as auxiliary institutions such as medical positions and communication rooms.
But under the witness of Morgan, the surrounded Dark Angel was getting weaker and weaker. All his breakthroughs and tactics were wiped out by Ran Dan's endless numerical advantage, and this desperate advantage also
Impeding the arrival of other reinforcements.
"Hehehe...hahahaha...hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Ran Dan's army is advancing. They once numbered tens of thousands and were able to launch wave after wave of offensives with great arrogance. But now, there are only thousands or even hundreds of soldiers at each line of defense.
Constantly digging into countless loopholes, looking for opportunities to break through.
This vital transportation hub was originally guarded by 25,000 mortals and seven Dark Angels. However, under Ran Dan's rounds of attrition and attacks, when the true pure-blooded main force of the aliens
When everyone finally went to the front line, only more than 10,000 mortals and five Dark Angels were left who could stand, hold on, and fight these blasphemous aliens to the end.
But their situation is worse, it can even be said to be dangerous.
She rubbed her fingers lightly, which contained countless longings and infinite care, mixed with commands, and the words of hope and pleading were completely turned into ashes.
Morgan narrowed his eyes.
She watched the battle as if she were watching a drama without sound or script.
When the alien raised its head again, the ugly head had been contaminated by blood at some point, and its sharp teeth and tongue collided with each other, murmuring.
"This is a duel, you idiot, it shouldn't be interrupted by anything..."
No, it's two.
Behind [Overlord Carmen], there were ten corpses of [Overlord] lying in a mess. This was the price to pay for one Dark Angel to die and two Dark Angels to be seriously injured.
Carmen was mumbling to herself, breathing the blood-soaked air almost enjoying it. Then, it picked up its long knife and stretched out to its right arm.
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The Dark Angel didn't seem to be listening at all, and Morgan didn't persuade seriously at all. She even yawned lazily. When most of the Death Angel's energy was focused on the approaching war, she relaxed her focus.
Her limbs, relying on those anti-psionic devices that made her "extremely painful", lazily sensed where the four flickering light spots behind her had gone.
[Then those individuals who gave up it...why? And how did they do it?]
And after another round of fierce artillery fire sounded from a place that was obviously closer, questions came to his ears again.
[Answer me! Come back to me! I allow you to give up the mission, come back to me, and leave your army and those other idiots behind! I will bear all the consequences myself! 】
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[Your comrades are struggling to hold on. They are suffering under multiple disadvantages, being mercilessly submerged in the tide of aliens. They cannot hold their front. This is not a question of ability, but a question of reality.
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【……】
Andrews heard a kind of laughter, it was the most crazy sound.
Three Dark Angels, three times more powerful and powerful.
He wasn't sure what happened, he could only search for those fragments from the broken memories.
Another scar was cut off, and just like that, there were eight scars scattered neatly on its two arms.
A great battle, certainly worth remembering.
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There was only laughter in the air, a cold sound that was neither arrogant, nor loud, nor pitiful.
As the explosion sounded over the communicator, he knew he had lost another battle brother.
【So, are you sure you still want to be here?】
It was an extremely disparate battle without any fairness or hope. The battle lines of Ran Dan warriors disappeared one after another. Each time the soldiers crossed, several or even a dozen aliens were taken away.
life.
Morgan didn't care what kind of feelings the so-called [Father] had towards his offspring [Carmen], nor did she care why it sent this communication with great sacrifice.
Then, an extremely violent light spot appeared in Morgan's field of vision. When it slowly disappeared, all traces of the duel also disappeared without a trace.
The human corps was also attacking. Countless soldiers rushed out of the trenches almost frantically. The fear of the aliens' tall bodies and ugly faces had been completely covered by scarlet eyes, and almost suicidal counterattacks were carried out on countless fronts.
Spontaneously appearing on the body, whenever Ran Dan's sharp edges are contaminated with human blood, they will always have to pay something. Just like this, various types of corpses pile up like mountains inadvertently, and a gurgling waterfall of blood flows down.
Morgan smiled and caught the message.
This inherently vicious soul is muttering to herself, constantly improving and conceiving her understanding of the world. Every example in her field of vision will make her fall into extremely short-term thinking. And in countless such thinking,
She made sure of one thing after another.
The anxious words tore through the limitations of time and space like sharp arrows, heading straight from the distant Randan Battle Moon to the burning bridge on Sabis 4. They were so dense and prioritized that even
The overall coordination of the Ran Dan fleet made quite a few mistakes to make way for these words.
Andrews raised his head and looked at the remaining palm of Randan [Overlord]. It was holding an Astartes helmet soaked in blood, and the owner of the helmet had fallen at the feet of the alien.
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【It’s really interesting...】
Morgan witnessed the huge wounds torn out of thin air on Ran Dan's entire front, and then she shifted her gaze to the other side, where there was also a duel.