Chapter 169 Fall

While Morgan quietly watched the giant metal dragon leaping across the sea of ​​souls, the alien army had torn through the last curtain between subspace and the real universe and arrived at this unknown battlefield.

They appeared in a blood-red light. Compared with the boundlessness in the Tuckers Galaxy, they had shrunk a lot, but they were still an invincible and huge force.

The alien empire's army was so vast that it occupied half of the galaxy in the blink of an eye, confronting the equally boundless human fleet across the distance between stars and planets.

Dead silence and silence seemed to be the only theme at this moment. Whether they were the warriors of the human empire or the elites of the alien empire, they all witnessed the dazzling presence in the opponent's battle array in the quiet air: their light even surpassed

After the dim sun, it shines brightly in the farthest distance.

In the human fleet, surrounded by countless battleships, the Queen of Glory and the Mechanical Ark, a distant light slowly rose from the "Emperor's Dream", like a beacon in the darkest place, causing

There were waves of cheers like waves.

And in the vast ocean that only psychics can see, it is not light at all, but the coldest sun, with a giant metal dragon surrounding it, roaring from time to time representing anger and fear: no matter what

No matter how the giant dragon struggled and bitten, it was still tightly held in the palm of the sun.

At this moment, in the third eye of some people, in this nameless galaxy, there are two suns.

No.

It's three.

When the alien emperor also appeared on the battlefield, the cheers from the alien fleet also echoed in every corridor and every legion, and could not stop for a long time.

The light of the Alien Emperor is even more dazzling than that of the Lord of Mankind: it is not a gentle [coldness], but pure burning, pure madness, and pure self-death.

But no one can see that what ordinary people can see are only two rounds of equally powerful light, suppressing the original round of sunlight in this galaxy. They are golden and scarlet, and they are also inexhaustible.

victorious.

They faced each other and remained silent. Like the real sun, they rose slowly in the eyes of thousands of fervently loyal people and warriors. Their footsteps broke through the obstacles of gravity and the universe, and came to the boundless world.

Among the stars and the void, we arrived at the nameless world in the center of this nameless galaxy.

In the deepest part of the subspace that no one can see, even the warmest and most reckless applause has ceased. Countless unborn people are accompanied by the majesty of the four powerful ones, and countless people who are second only to those powerful

The presence of existence maintains the quietness and silence that only exists in their short lives: quietly watching this rare drama, silently waiting for the outcome that is already self-evident.

Under Valdor's silent gaze, in Skanderbeg's anxious gnashing of teeth, in the unison murmurings of countless mechanical bishops and Randan wizards, in the tight tension between Horus and Mortarion.

With a frown on his face.

In Morgan's silent, deep gaze without a trace of light.

Two kings, two wills, slaves of two races, emperors of two empires.

Under the spotlight, in a corner where no one can see.

We walked opposite each other.

This is the beginning.

It's also the end.

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When it finally stepped on this land, it felt a rare tranquility, a tranquility that was almost luxurious, almost like death.

The whispers of the gods have completely disappeared, as if they no longer have any interest in him, but it can feel their sight: they have not left, they are just quiet, letting their smiles stay there.

On the ferocious face.

It took steps and moved forward. It could feel that the souls driven mad by pain and death were torturing it at all costs, just like they had done before, leaving its body and reason to eternity.

Among the blades wrapped in the endless cold wind.

But that's no longer important.

It walks and advances.

Soon, it successfully arrived at its destination, so simple.

It has not done these simple things for a long time, so long that even it has forgotten how long it has been.

It seems to have forgotten too much: it seems to have had some plans, it seems to want some real heirs, it seems to want to see its close friends who have left it, it seems to want to leave the palace and see the most ordinary Randan people.

What kind of life do you live...

It seems that I don't want to think about anything, just so relaxed, comfortable, and escaping, lying on a beach, just lying there, asking about the salty sea breeze.

It seemed that it had wanted to do that, but at some point, it had forgotten about it.

...that's all.

that's not important.

It raised its head, and when its eyes passed over the shadows of the stars, it would think of Skanderbeg, its last friend.

It seems to be leading a fleet, leading a small fleet, staying in the orbit of this world. Among those fleets, there is only its imperial army, its pride.

It was a piece of sand, the most desolate and savage low-lying area. It was directly exposed to the void without any oxygen or radiation protection. Under the illumination of the dimmest star, only those who could barely see were visible.

The eroded rocks cast strange shadows.

He's waiting for it right there.

He was shining, he was burning, and he was releasing the cold light that made it narrow its pupils unconsciously, but it did not flinch further. It looked at him, at the emperor who had been fighting with it for a long time.

.

The Emperor of Mankind.

The worker of impossible miracles.

It always wanted to meet him.

It always wanted to say something to him.

It has always wanted to ask how he did it: in the midst of death, he awakened a dead race.

It has always wanted to ask what kind of world he wants: is it the same as it? Is it different from it? Is it the ultimate fantasy in which the most ordinary Randan people choose their own leaders and determine their own destiny?

, are there any similarities and differences?

It wants to ask, it wants to say.

But when it really came to this moment, it found that it had nothing to say.

What can it say?

It smiled and stepped forward.

too long.

too long.

too long.

…

Now, let this end.

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The Lord of Mankind is wearing the most noble and sacred armor. At this time, he is not holding the burning golden sword, but holding another silvery white light tightly.

He took it out of the dungeon of Mars and broke one of his promises. From that moment on, it kept trying to break free.

He held it tightly, letting his strength continue to repair the burned skin and flesh, and letting some scars appear in places where no one could see them.

When he did all this, he was shrouded in light, making it impossible for anyone to see his actions clearly. All he could hear was the praise of nobility and holiness.

Noble, sacred...

His most hated words.

Just like this armor.

From the moment he put on this armor and picked up his sword, he was always thinking about when he would be able to take them off.

He swore that once they were taken off, he would never have to put them on again.

It may have been difficult, but he soon thought of one of his children: his Horus, his faun, his Sagittarius.

With him here, this wouldn't be a fantasy.

He thought so and was so sure.

Then, he raised his head.

The alien has already walked in front of me.

At this time, it was already as tall as a hive, like an invincible dragon standing in front of an immature child, while the lord of mankind just raised his head and held the nameless weapon tightly.

He has faced stronger opponents and more desperate situations: countless.

Their endings are not any different.

He raised his head and looked at the other emperor, the ruler of Randan, and the alien.

That corpse.
To be continued...