Chapter 164 The only choice

According to legend, the master of the human empire possesses countless powerful weapons. In his personal arsenal, there are as many terrifying magical weapons that can destroy kingdoms and planets as there are stars in the sky.

At certain moments, the Lord of Mankind will also select suitable beings from these most powerful weapons and give them to outstanding people who can harness their power and gain his trust: the latter is often several times more difficult than the former.

times.

In countless years, such gifts may have occurred many times, and countless heroes, including the Lord of Death Whispers of the 14th Legion Astartes, have had such honors, but among them, the one truly known to the world

However, there are very few who sing about it, and among these few examples, the most famous ones are the two spears of the gods.

The Spear of the Sun is always held tightly in the unshakable palm of Waldo, the leader of the Forbidden Army. This powerful weapon that shows off its power in the name of the Sun God allows the Chief Imperial Guard to see every person he kills.

Memories in the mind of an opponent: Whether it is humiliation, pain, or beauty, all the sinful emotions in the world are accompanied by killing, washing Waldo's spirit over and over again, making him the purest, capable person.

While breathing, wielding a blade only for the Emperor, it does not truly lose all humanity.

Another powerful weapon that is independent of the Spear of Apollo but complements it is the Spear of Dionysus. It is the most powerful and hated weapon of Leman Russ, the King of Fenris and the Space Wolves.

, will only be used on the most urgent battlefields when absolutely necessary.

And this magic weapon also has its own powerful power: whenever the drunken Wolf Lord tears apart his silly facade and reveals his cruel and cunning fangs, he is accompanied by the weapon that is absolutely impossible to miss.

Ferocious hunting, every opponent and king injured by the Spear of Dionysus, no matter how powerful, ruthless, or depraved he is, he will involuntarily fall into the pain of memory and sobriety, facing the

The most vulnerable part of yourself returns to your original self.

In many cases, this is even a more terrifying punishment than death, and the weapon in Leman Russ's hand that inherits the name of Dionysus, the god of wine in ancient mythology, contains the power of the Lord of Humanity himself.

The power allows such terrible punishment to befall every injured opponent, no matter how powerful he is.

No matter how decisive it is.

Even a god, a weak god who walks in the mortal world and has not yet awakened himself, will never be able to escape.

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When Skanderbeg took the first batch of airdrop pods and crashed into this steel world that was already wrapped in blood and death, it felt a long-lost emotion, a feeling that had not been in it for at least five hundred years.

Emotions that have arisen in the huge heart of.

No, calm down.

Find the master.

It's not over yet.

As long as the Emperor is still here... the Empire will never come to an end.

keep Calm!

In this way, it ordered and urged itself. On its ferocious head, which was not protected by the helmet, a pair of pupils mixed with pitch black and scarlet swept across the ruins of a desolate battlefield at the fastest speed.

In one breath, he found the location of his master.

Without any hesitation, Skanderbeg turned into a black lightning and came behind his master, and behind it, more and more forces were coming.

That figure, the figure that it had sworn to follow and be loyal to until the end of time hundreds of years ago, was standing there.

When Skanderbeg walked behind the emperor of its race, he felt a trace of ancient memories: a thousand years ago, it stood on the tallest mountain of its mother planet in this posture.

Listening to the emperor's oath, he also made his own oath.

That was a long time ago, but despite this, in the hundreds of years of loyalty and killing, it has never repeated this oath.

A true vow only needs to be said solemnly once, and that's enough.

"Lord."

It lowered its head and called respectfully.

In front of it, its master, the emperor of Ran Dan, did not respond. It just looked indifferently at the [Engine of Destiny] that could no longer be restored, and indifferently watched at the endless stream of painful souls pouring out of that...

They are trapped in a cage, and because of the almost inextricable pulling power of this terrible machine, they cannot escape very far: they cannot escape, but they cannot put it into use.

Souls, those souls, those souls that were born and corrupted in endless pain and distortion, they are in groups, they are unstoppable, their numbers bring absolute power, they can easily crush any arrogant king

and the country.

Even the most greedy, despicable and vicious Spider Queen would not dare to take a bite of this hot tonic without making all preparations, because such a huge power can certainly make her powerful.

He is strong enough to face any blood relative, but also has the possibility of tearing her apart completely.

But now, facing another powerful existence, facing Ran Dan's emperor, they can't do anything: they suffer, they roar, and they use the hoarse roar of their souls to send out endless vicious curses and curses

, they broke out of the cage visible to the naked eye but were trapped in a new cage. They rushed towards the alien king in rage, but hesitated in front of its power and momentum.

The emperor of the aliens didn't even bother to give them a look. He just silently witnessed that his hopes and hard work were now only a broken body. He looked at it and didn't speak for a long time.

Skanderbeg lowered his head, waiting for his master's orders and words for a long, long time.

Until, it heard that old sigh.

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【We failed.】

[Scanderbeg, we failed.]

[The provocation to the gods is just a struggle that seeks death, and the search for destiny is just a comedy that has been predetermined. Thousands of golden thrones, dilapidated, tell the fate of every challenger. 】

[But even so, even so ridiculous and sad, but the possibility of launching a challenge alone is the most precious wealth in the void, millions of races, empires and civilizations fighting to the death to compete for one

A priceless treasure.]

[Every era, every cycle of rise and fall, is destined to have only one winner. He will get everything, he will control the galaxy, and he will have the qualifications and qualifications to challenge and gamble against the existences in the deepest void.

Possibility, die with solemn promises and beautiful expectations for your own race.】

【This is our mission, the only purpose for which we were born.】

【But now, I failed.】

【Scanderbeg.】

[I failed to win the right to challenge this challenge for my people. We fell in the first round of this cruel game. We lost all possibilities for the future: we once had them, even so.

Small.】

【But now, there is no more.】

【I only saw darkness.】

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The alien emperor's words were old, like the most ordinary old man, using the most trembling voice to tell something that made him regret the most.

And hearing this, Skanderbeg: the leader of the Randan Empire's most powerful military force, a legend of being undefeated for a thousand years, and the most trusted blade of the Randan Emperor, finally raised his head.

The Emperor, its lord, is so tall and beautiful. Even the most superb artist that the Ran Dan Empire can find cannot carve one ten thousandth of its majestic face.

In Skanderbeg's memory, everything should be like this: but all it saw was a withered figure, the most ordinary little thing, even Randan's humblest slave, who was taller than it.

A taller and stronger being: this is Ran Dan's emperor.

Every Randan warrior knows that when they look at their emperor, they will only see the greatest warrior, the greatest commander, the most heroic god: they will only see the most perfect image in their hearts,

The collection of all truth and correctness in the world.

But that's just an illusion.

Skanderbeg knew, and only Skanderbeg knew, that its master was this stooped figure in its eyes: it had once been tall, it had been majestic, it had once been more heroic and heroic than all the most boastful warriors put together.

Until that day, it made its own choice, and it carried the empire, civilization, and race.

The blood that was once boiling has turned into a vast fleet, and the heroic aura has turned into an army that is fighting to the death. The hair and face have decayed, dripping on the ground, pouring out countless flying flags, and dividing the territory of the empire.

Inserted across half of the galaxy.

This is its master.

The Emperor of Randan.

Skanderbeg raised his head.

It looked at its master, its only master, and spoke, forcing its trembling lips to make a sound.

"But...but, my lord."

"This is impossible."

"You are still here, you are still leading us and the empire, so we cannot lose victory and hope."

"We have more legions! We have more fleets! We have hundreds of millions of warriors and tens of billions of subjects. Each one of them will die for you and will always follow your footsteps until time

The end of it!”

"You have not fallen! My lord! Then the empire has not fallen!"

"You are the Empire!"

【……】

And the only answer to it was silence.

[I have never been an empire, Skanderbeg, my dearest friend.]

[I cannot represent the empire, I cannot represent my people, I cannot represent even the most ordinary Randan people. All I have done is appear in front of them and make promises to them, promises about the sea of ​​stars and the future.

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To be continued...