【This is the last one.】

The Shadow Champion of the Second Legion shielded his breathing and existence, integrating everything with the deepest colors. His armor, his blade, and even his motionless pupils and eyes all belonged to

The purest black is a curtain that can make him disappear from the sight of any living thing.

He lives in the shadows, he lurks in the shadows, he longs to be in the shadows, and wherever he walks, there are shadows.

Now, this is the last one.

Before the next breath came, his figure had disappeared into the mist.

The wild land of Planet Tuckers 5, like its sky, was exuding a kind of gray fog mixed with earthy color. When the shadows of hundreds of battleships swayed down from the sky, the originally vicious sunlight was

When it was twisted into a mottled interlacing of light and darkness, coupled with the bloody breath in the air and the sand that was constantly being kicked up by artillery fire and tracks, this already harsh and desolate world was completely covered up in a kind of lethargy.

In the filth that makes people sick to their stomachs.

This is the 186th Terran standard when the ground battle begins. Every trace of air above the Tuckers Desert has been completely occupied by the smell of blood and iron filings. Every heavy breath has become

It was a kind of torture that was no less than inhaling poisonous gas. The breeze that shuttled between the ruins and ruined walls did not bring refreshing clean air. Only the viscosity of sweat in the distance, the painful groans, and Ran Dan's military strength moment by moment.

The constant sound of footsteps.

The outermost fortresses and trenches have completely fallen. The blood of the aliens has soaked every inch of the land, every brick and every ball of iron filings. The mountains of corpses have become the platform for the last charge, leaving all those loyal to the Emperor

The army had to withdraw from these ruins which had no more strategic value.

And when the alien army broke through the outermost line of defense, they suddenly discovered that instead of facing a second line of defense, they were facing a tower made purely of steel, bunkers, trenches, and defenses.

The force field and the firepower points in the dark are piled up, and the steel city needs endless flesh and blood to fill it little by little.

The light of the giant void shield is still shining in the sky above most of the fortresses, which seems to be destined that this battle will not end in an too easy way.

The criss-crossing trenches and underground transportation network form the lifeline of this city. Tens of millions of permanent fortifications and artillery forts are stationed by the elite Imperial Auxiliary Army who have built all of this with their own hands and have been recharging their strength for several months.

, they constantly competed with Ran Dan's vanguard for control of every street corner, every fortress and even every low wall. Behind them, there were countless armor and artillery bunkers as well as various man-made mountains with the latest

Pure heavy firepower blocks the invaders' attack routes, ensuring that every front can maximize its value.

The commanders of Ran Dan's army soon discovered that the seemingly weak peripheral defense line was actually a trap, a trap that made them mistakenly believe that they only needed to invest more troops to remove all the resister fortresses one after another.

, the Dark Angel used no less than 200,000 blood to force the alien army to rush into this intricate killing city, like a giant trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.

The alien army had to find more ways. They were eager to use armored clusters and low-altitude advantages to seize the most important transportation hubs and strategic locations. However, they stood tall in every target selected by Ran Dan.

There were dark green figures, and when these powerful warriors from Nocturne pulled the trigger in their hands, it was the final fate of every invader to be turned into charred corpses in the endless flames.

Of course, not all places are guarded by salamanders: there are only a few guardians in some particularly important or hidden corners, and they will only discover these when the alien pioneers rush forward happily.

Appearance of the opponent: Wearing black armor, sword wing logo, helmet generally hidden in the hood, only scarlet eyes can be seen, the leading warrior is often wrapped in a cavalry type Terminator armor, waving Tai

Draw the Greatsword and Plasma Projector.

After all the more advanced tactics failed, the invaders could only use methods from those ancient wars. The army was once again assembled and thrown into this endless meat grinder.

In the void of purgatory, Ran Dan's transport fleet withstood the terrifying firepower of the imperial fleet and dropped countless heavy weapons on the surface of Tuckers 5: every self-propelled artillery or armored vehicle belonging to the alien empire

After being transported to the front line, more than five pieces of the same equipment were torn into pieces in the void together with the battleships that carried them.

Finally, when the blood had condensed into a gurgling stream, the ancient god of war once again began his roar. Tens of thousands of artillery were thrown into this war at once, but the human empire did not hesitate.

The inferior counterattack started an unprecedented artillery battle. These heavy firepowers that had appeared on the battlefield hundreds of thousands of years ago were consumed like the most ordinary soldiers. Under the unshakable will of the two empires, the huge

The fortress complex was corroded bit by bit by the endless artillery fire, supporting Ran Dan's vanguard to seize one piece after another of complete wreckage and ruins.

But even in the ruins, the counterattack from humans never stops.

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The sharp edge reflected by the jet-black blade was the only light on his body that illuminated these alien eyes.

It took the Shadow Champion less than a breath to float all the way from the corner where he was hiding to behind his last prey. In the remaining time of this breath, the sharp blade in his right hand scratched

The alien's strong neck armor allows their dirty blood to flow along the cracks in their own armor, without even a drop falling.

His sharp blade pierced the alien's trachea and flesh, breaking down the original wailing sound into a hissing airflow, and his other hand was not idle either: his left hand was armed with a unique set of sharp claws

He stood up, just like fine raindrops falling from the cracks in the window to the floor in the room. His sharp claws penetrated through the tiniest cracks in the armor, and the wound expanded several times in an instant, sharp and sharp.

The metal twisted the alien heart, lungs, intestines and other organs - if these dirty things could really be called organs - into a mess before finally giving up.

This was a strong Randan warrior, its face covered in scars: only such a thorough attack could be sure to kill it.

Thus, before his next breath came, the shadow champion's footsteps had already drifted to another place, a place that could not be traced by any vision.

A precise, obscure, and unremarkable hunt was completed in an instant. Even the flickering sunlight did not cast a shadow of the hunter, even though an Astartes witnessed the hunt.

Throughout the whole process, he would only doubt his senses in astonishment.

No happiness emerged from the shadow champion's heart, because he had already abandoned these emotions and the desire for honor in a bloody dark night. He re-embraced the most familiar shadow, with only a timer and a clock in his helmet.

The symbols on the counter kept flashing, reminding him of the progress of the task.

This is the 186th hour since the war began, and it is also the eleventh work cycle of the Shadow Champion: since being sent to this ruins, he has used every ten Terran standard hours as a cycle, summarizing

His own achievements and mistakes.

In this reincarnation, he gained a hundred results, no more, no less. Compared with the first few times, the efficiency has dropped significantly: Ran Dan is the most terrifying opponent in the galaxy.

The progress in the war was faster than imagined. When the reputation of hunters rose in these ruins, it was rare to see Ran Dan soldiers in groups of two or three, and more were seen in armored vehicles.

The fighting group with the core as the core was rampaging among the ruins with constant gunshots.

Maybe, it's time to go back.

The Shadow Champion took a moment to complete his thoughts, and then disappeared into the sound of the wind again. In a way that was almost "gone with the wind", he advanced in the corner where no Randan could see, with a heavy

The armor did not scatter a trace of dust, nor did it leave even the slightest footprint.

Before the next gust of wind blew, he had successfully passed three abandoned defense lines. Groups of Ran Dan troops and battle groups passed by his shadow. He stared lazily.

These opponents, who are constantly advancing and bleeding, recognize some sights they have never seen before:

Some of Ran Dan's soldiers were too short, and their exposed fangs were not even fully grown, showing a childishness suitable for aliens. Their scarlet eyes were constantly flashing, with blazing fire burning inside.

As for others, even on the most ugly and distorted faces in the galaxy, winding ravines can be clearly seen. The waists of these aliens are far less straight than those of the Ran Dan warriors he killed.

There was either an almost lifeless indifference in their eyes, or the same trembling as their hands.

In the past, such [warriors] would not appear in Ran Dan's military formation.

With this thought in mind, he passed through the front line of the battle between the two armies. The sound of artillery fire always accompanied his steps. The position he started from had been abandoned. Thirty-two kilometers away, he found a new position.

, and also found the salamander responsible for guarding this place.

"You came back just in time."

The person responsible for guarding this position is a typical son of Vulkan: his tall body, fierce face, and thick voice give everyone a natural sense of trust.

"A team of chasseurs from the Second Legion has just arrived at my position and is making final repairs here. They are about to pass through the ruins ahead to perform a mission."

The Shadow Champion was silent for a moment.

Just once.

Then, he spoke, and his voice was a soft sound that was unimaginable for the Astartes warriors, like fine paper gently caressing the white sand.

"where are they?"

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"In the A-13 area at the edge, there is a giant void shield engine, which is directly connected to other engines in several large areas around it."

"In previous battles, the A-13 area was abandoned in a planned manner, but now intelligence shows that the engine was not completely destroyed during the retreat. Ran Dan's army is trying to repair it and pass

It will throw electronic waste codes into other running engines, which will greatly damage the void shield above our heads, so their actions must be stopped."

The shadow champion looked at the slightly rough tactical projection in front of him, and then looked at the battle brother who was explaining to him: He had heard of him, heard of this man named Hector, with his powerful physical fitness and incredible ability.

A rising star in the Legion who is known for his rapid growth.

He thought of his team. If it hadn't been for that subspace storm, he wouldn't have been alone.

The Shadow Champion spoke.

"Your team is the only one sent to complete this mission?"

Hector shook his head.

"More than twenty teams will carry out this mission together in different directions. Our team also has another simultaneous mission: we will pass through the J-47 area, where there is still a fortress that has not fallen, and we will go there to pick up the survivors.

Let’s complete this task together.”

The Shadow Champion thought for a moment and then nodded. Under normal circumstances, he was a man who cherished his words like gold.

"Count me in."

"No problem at all."

Hector smiled, and at this moment, the dusty Chiron walked into the room. He had just been responsible for counting the last batch of supplies.

The ancient warrior of the legion patted the dust on his armor. His eyes focused on the shadow champion almost immediately. He was silent, looking at the black armor and those unique simple patterns.
To be continued...