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 could only breathe deeply and feel the respect and surrender from his heart.
"Can……"
At this moment, all thoughts turned into blank.
He enjoyed it very much.
But soon, he lowered his head and didn't think about anything.
He is suppressing himself. He has always used silence and doubt to suppress, and used the last bit of disbelief to suppress, but now, all this is meaningless.
【I will never do that, and I will never force any of my children.】
The steel boots stepped on the ground and came into the hall.
He knew that he might have to adapt to this situation in the future.
A genetic mother?
Maybe it's not worse.
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【No, it’s not you...】
But when Hector couldn't help but kneel down when she asked her question.
Wait patiently.
[What do you expect me to do? Uniformity? Regulations? Or just one word?]
【You seem to have something to ask me?】
[Is it because the strength is weakening and the soldiers are tired, so they are unable to win more victories? 】
[You and I are both stars, aren't we? It's just that I am a star, more dazzling, and my son is like a planet or meteor, which seems dim and dull, but in reality, he is still a star, still indestructible and invincible.
】
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Hector stood up, saying nothing or asking anything, just like a deaf-mute knight, quietly following the steps of the silver-haired lady.
From this perspective, her offspring is even somewhat handsome.
He knows what it is.
He didn't know what to ask.
[Of course, this doesn’t mean that I can’t wait and hope.]
She is naturally tall.
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.
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Of course, a psyker and an Astartes joining forces could not destroy the tens of thousands of alien hordes.
no doubt.
Hector breathed, not knowing how to answer.
It hit.
Until the heavy breathing finally ended, until he finally raised his head.
It is obviously just a thin figure, but it makes people feel that there is a towering god standing in it.
"We need you... mother..."
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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.
Admitted!
She admitted it!
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.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
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.
【Look, that's it.】
Hector knelt on the ground, kneeling uncontrollably. He lowered his head, and the only reason he had left prevented him from putting down his sword.
A [Controllable Alpha Level Psyker].
A malicious smile appeared on Morgan's face.
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"The legion is broken, just like the scattered stars in the world."
This etiquette stems from a very simple reality.
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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.
[Now, do you know why you are the only one who still retains all the memories, Hector?]
She listened to the gradually heavier breathing, and even her darkest heart was smiling.
[Remember, Hector.]
Hector subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, and then heard a laugh.
What did he want to ask?
【Get up.】
The evidence is overwhelming.
She lowered her eyes and waited for the question.
Her hair is bathed in the night sky, dotted with the countless rays of light erupting when countless giant steel beasts fight each other to death. It is presented in the most intense and crazy collision between light and darkness. This endless fighting is engraved on her hair.
Between each strand of hair, colorless blood and tears were left at the earlobe and the bottom of the hair.
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.
【Someone has to take responsibility, and someone must be able to respond to my expectations.】
【Like stars.】
[Is the division of the legion due to the scarcity of soldiers, leaving new blood nowhere to be found? 】
He wanted to ask too many questions.
He lowered his head over the blade, showing his most obvious surrender gesture.
Morgan laughed again.
【what did she say?】
In this way, she was bathed in the infinite light intertwined with scarlet and pitch black, igniting her blue blood.
Breathing heavily.
【You and I are both stars.】
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He wanted to say something else, but Morgan held out a finger and silenced everything.
[I look forward to an heir, a star that can burn me. When I am involved in the farthest place by those unspeakable bonds and tasks, I hope that my heir will not wait there, confused.
】
Morgan waited.
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.
Morgan did not continue to climb the steps and entered the hall occupied by the [Manipulator].
Don't think about anything, Hector.
She is so short.
The Astartes should not be afraid.
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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.
【...eating...】
Then I felt suffocated.
Then, Morgan turned his head.
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.
"A positioning, and..."
Behind them is the kingdom of flames.
"My Lord."
[Is it because they are torn apart, each holding his own opinions, fighting openly and secretly with each other, and having no leader? 】
"……no."
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.
【I choose you.】
【My bloodline.】
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.
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Hector's eyes moved to the silver figure some distance in front of him.
"Warmaster, here."
It's not difficult.
【You don’t need to be so reserved.】
The voice was deep, containing some kind of savage power from the deep forest.
Hector's instinct told him that the silver-haired lady was hiding something, and that she was hiding something openly in front of him.
"..."
【let's go.】
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.
His blood told him so.
He couldn't help but raise his head.
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?
"……no."
But the next moment, the terrifying atmosphere disappeared again, as if everything was just an illusion.
Morgan bent down and whispered like the most sincere advice and reminder.
She stepped on a vast ocean of countless blood, with scarlet spots densely spread between her riding boots and skirt, like a pale god standing in the realm of corpses.
Hector felt a trance, and in this sudden trance, they had arrived in front of the seemingly endless stairs.
Hector took a deep breath and smelled the smell of burning and charcoal.
She had one last little thing to sort out.
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He heard the low sigh.
She finally admitted it!
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"We received a psychic message from Ran Dan's Battle Moon. It has been determined to be sent by the mortal senior advisor of the Fifteenth Legion Task Force. She is an Alpha-level psyker.
There is a letter of assurance from Lord Magnus."
Morgan turned around.
She is so tall.
The dark angel shrouded in black robe lowered his head and surrendered to the giant in the center of the hall.
An [Astartes Warrior].
Maybe it was an illusion: she seemed stronger, more suffocating and awe-inspiring, as if some switch was being activated out of control.
He fell to his knees in a pool of blood.
【My child, my star.】
It was so quiet that it made him... afraid.
On the verge of death, no matter how absurd the behavior is, it is understandable and acceptable, not to mention...
【Remember to be respectful to my main course.】
She needs a reason, a reason to make her gluttonous feast reasonable and trivial.
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.
【Maybe, I need a chef.】
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.
And the next moment, Dark Angel felt some kind of war breath coming towards his face.