[The Tears of Reason] is like the brightest and hottest fireball, falling from the sky and falling straight into the nest of ants.
Huge crashing sounds and air waves swept in all directions, setting off one steel storm after another. In the violent rain filled with blood and iron, the Dark Angel's army filed out of the cabin.
What greeted them was Ran Dan's army, which was as dense as a swarm of ants.
Tens of thousands of Randan warriors and flesh-and-blood slaves gathered from all corners of the Battle Moon. Compared with the high-spirited Astartes warriors, these alien elites who were either fanatical or forced were no less willing to fight to the death.
Determination and motivation to the end, they kept moving forward despite the airtight fire net, and in the blink of an eye, they covered every corner of the relic warship.
In this way, the first battle broke out in the cabin and deck of the relic battleship. Hundreds of Dark Angels and dozens of times more powerful opponents fought in the corridors and cabins. The high temperature of the explosive weapons, the heat of the energy beam and the combination of explosive bombs.
The downpour of rain shines on every soldier's face and life.
At least thirty of the best Astartes warriors fell one after another in this most chaotic hand-to-hand battle, while those battle brothers who were still alive stepped on hundreds of alien corpses and cleared this Shura.
field.
Then, they rushed out of the battleship and burned the war on Ran Dan's land, where what awaited them was an almost uncountable number of alien scum. In just one close combat, the Dark Angels' queue was destroyed.
Completely washed away.
The complete organizational structure no longer exists. The battle group composed of dozens, dozens or even a few veterans has become the main force that continues to fight. The tacit understanding they have developed through intermittent communication and long battles has become the main force.
Tie, in the frenzy of Ran Dan's army, high walls of flesh and blood were erected one after another.
But not all warriors are like this. Some warriors are unfortunately separated from all their battle brothers. Most of them are eventually drowned in the endless waves after killing dozens or even hundreds of times more enemy troops.
In the midst of the alien craze.
Morgan stopped eating temporarily, touched her chin, and then thought of something.
Such thoughts flashed through Hector's mind.
At that moment, he felt so...
He could feel the lady leaning on his backpack, crossing her legs, putting one hand on her helmet, and the high heels of her riding boots and the hem of her gauze skirt were constantly knocking against his armor.
Weak.
But he knew very well that when the sentence "You can get more" came like a whisper in his ear, at that moment, his heartbeat did speed up for a moment.
When Hector arrived, the scene in front of him made him silent for a moment.
Hector waited for a while longer, until the low pressure ended with a sigh of contentment.
She seemed to be mumbling to herself, and seemed to be asking Hector softly.
Then, there was another snap of the fingers, this time the sound seemed to be particularly loud, and the wails, screams and screams that came from it were also particularly loud.
Just like this, this Persian cat with blue eyes was sitting leisurely on a hill where the corpses of hundreds of Randan warriors were piled up. Its two long legs were intertwined, and one arm stood on the corpse to support it.
The body was almost paralyzed, while the other one was hovering in mid-air, making clear finger snaps from time to time.
[As long as travelers do not step out of her territory, she will naturally look at each of them, and the light will shine on their shoulders, so there is no need to worry.]
【So, what causes fear?】
But he just held the sword and continued to move forward.
But the rising star of the Second Legion did not relax his vigilance. He raised the explosive gun in his hand and fired blazing flames at the alien's chest until it completely turned into a corpse as described in the tactics book.
However, the joyful laughter continued to grow louder and louder deep in her heart.
Whenever this sound sounded, collective wailing and struggling would appear on most of the battle moon covered by Morgan's will. Ran Dan's army looked at everything in front of them in amazement: their comrades suddenly began to fight crazily.
Roars and pain, constantly tearing at the armor, and even biting his companions like crazy. This madness will last for more than ten seconds, until everyone falls down at the same time and can no longer get up.
The sound reached Hector's ears, and he still stood there, looking neither sad nor happy.
She was holding an alien corpse. Hector could recognize it as a high-level psyker from Ran Dan's army. She looked at the alien's face thoughtfully.
The sound was so piercing, terrifying, and twisted, as if their souls were being pulled out alive by some indescribable monster.
But in private, Astartes' fingers were tightly clasped together. He didn't know what the emotion was. Maybe it was excitement? Or shock?
Hector didn't know.
And Morgan only needed to open her mouth, and another wonderful meal was delivered to her door. After a brief digestion, she snapped her fingers again, and thousands of Randan warriors would be thousands of miles away in a new round of competition.
Died painfully while struggling.
Victory and killing are not without price. Hector's right arm was completely penetrated by the dying blow of a Randan warrior. Senbai's bones were exposed to the air, feeling the bone-chilling chill, while the bones in his chest and legs
All over the body, large and small wounds and knife marks are constantly repeating the eternal cycle of bleeding and scarring. The blades of Randan soldiers are often smeared with strange poison, and even the firm nerves of the Astartes warriors are deeply affected.
Its disturbing.
The third thousandth?
Or five thousand?
Morgan yawned lazily. She closed her eyes and exposed her neat teeth and her pink tongue safely inside to the cold air.
【Fear can give birth to sweetness.】
Along with his voice, the sword that was constantly flashing a bright green light made a harsh sound in the cold and thin air, like a sharp sickle cutting through the fields of wheat.
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Just like a laid-back Persian cat.
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But there are always some lucky ones.
[But some travelers can only receive equal exposure and sight, while some... can receive more.]
Afterwards, the weight on my shoulders became much lighter.
Maybe more than a moment.
But it was not all smooth sailing. After Morgan devoured about thirty to fifty thousand delicious meals, she realized that a column of powerful light points began to gather around her.
[Things that die from fear are indeed more delicious.]
Hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of aliens wailing.
"boom……"
Hector didn't make a sound. He just stood quietly at the foot of the Mountain of Flesh, with his head slightly lowered, standing like the most ordinary guard.
【There is just some trouble.】
"die."
Hector moved his shoulders, and he stepped cautiously, moving bit by bit towards the source of the sound.
【lets go.】
He might die here.
"In fact, sometimes, death is not bad news, but the so-called eternity, which can be a kind of torture."
Alien corpses piled up here to form a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, while the person who started everything sat on the top of the mountains of the dead, without even getting his fingers wet.
Hector listened to these voices, and he began to worry in his heart about his team: Salieri, Ajax, and his respected mentor Chiron. He was separated from them, which happened rarely.
[After all, even the stars will favor those who are the most powerful, loyal, and talented. 】
A direction appeared in his mind out of thin air.
Morgan listened to it and stopped eating.
He couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
She has never enjoyed such a feast. Tens of thousands of sweet souls are rushing under the net of her consciousness, and they are harvested by her in pieces. These blasphemous black crystals may not be as delicious as the Eldar, but
The better is to have a large quantity and to manage enough.
For some reason, at this moment, battle brother Trazin's words recurred in his mind. He still remembered how the humorous senior sat on the chair and spoke these words in a tone that could be described as lonely.
.
He stood like this, like a stone statue, letting Morgan's whispers wander among the flesh and blood. Then, he heard a few snaps of fingers, and vaguely heard countless wailings. These distorted sounds were accompanied by cold
The sound of wind came and soon disappeared without a trace.
Then, he heard a chuckle.
The Randan warrior in front of him fell down, and with this fatal blow, its throat began to spurt out blasphemous blood, staining the Astartes' armor.
She seemed to be immersed in the low pressure for a while.
The Persian cat lady who was about to sit on his shoulder paused obviously, and then Hector could feel a line of sight coming from him. There was an instinctive chill in that line of sight that made his whole body tremble.
She could even feel that with this unprecedented act of gluttony, her dusty memories were slowly thawing, revealing the next tip of the iceberg.
That silver-white figure.
But fortunately, the gaze finally withdrew, and Hector could hear the whispered, rapid curse, which was spoken so fast that he couldn't even hear it clearly.
He began to consider whether to ask... to request.
After doing all this, Hector raised his head and looked around: he had been completely separated from the Astartes army, and now he was surrounded by various alien corpses, some of which were Ran Dan's.
, and some were terrifying aliens that he had never heard of.
Faced with this irresistible, increasingly crazier and distorted laughter, she could only...
"Yes...ma'am."
Good weight……
He continued to eat anxiously.
And just when Hector was immersed in memories, he heard a strange sound.
Hector let out a short-lived scolding.
At the same time, his ears also caught more gasps and roars: more and more aliens have been attracted by the battle here, like vultures surrounding a dying lion.
He also remembered that when others continued to ask questions, Brother Trazin obviously did not want to talk about this topic anymore.
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Hector couldn't help but stumbled, and his knees made an unbearable sound.
A dozen psychic creatures second only to the [Warmaster] were advancing towards Morgan's location. They turned into streams of pure black light, scrambling to snatch this extremely powerful opponent.
There has never been a shortage of psykers in Ran Dan's army, and what's more, because their home planet is close to the terrifying eyeball, and blasphemous beliefs are also growing in the dark places of the alien empire, Ran Dan's spirit The capable are often more crazy, powerful and desperate.
After passing through a road that could be described as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he finally came to an open place for a gluttonous feast, where he saw the figure.
That's howling.
He stood, listening to the whispers, laughter and the footsteps getting closer and closer, until something seemed to float from the air, with its back to him, and sat on his left shoulder.
This did make a difference.
【The light of the stars is fair.】
Hector responded solemnly, looked at the stars above his head, and then began to move forward.
Above their heads, a battle of blood and fire was taking place. The stars were dyed red with blood, leaving scarlet shadows on the ground.
It shines on the silent corpses.
It also shines between the two people who are equally silent.