Chapter 170 Father, daughter and rest

War, or rather, massacre.

The massacre of Ran Dan by humans.

The slaughter of the losers by the victors.

It lasted for a period of time, a long period of time, and also shed countless blood: almost every Ran Dan's warship required real fighting to capture and destroy, and that outbreak occurred between the two empires.

The war between the Imperial Guards can be regarded as an extremely brutal strangulation battle across the entire galaxy.

Ran Dan's warriors have proved to everyone with facts that any race that can compete for galactic hegemony will not be a rabble that only relies on looking up to its own heroes. When any emperor rises, there will always be those behind him.

There will be a legion worthy of him, an empire worthy of him, and a race worthy of him.

Courage, tenacity, perseverance, determination, even in desperate situations, the noble consciousness of firing the last shot that symbolizes unyielding will towards the unstoppable opponent and destiny, Ran Dan has never lacked these.

And it was with such noble spirit and perseverance that they were slaughtered to death by the human army without leaving any trace.

No matter fate, the Milky Way, or the gods in the clouds that are gradually dispersing, they will not shed even a drop of tears for their enlightenment and nobility, because the only great person who will shed tears for them has already

Completely dead.

At this moment, the Randan Empire, which once dominated all directions, is no different from the slave races that once fell at their feet.

In this galaxy, there are really too many excellent races, and they have the talents and qualifications to pursue their destiny and future: but there is only one winner's throne. If one side survives, the other side will fall.

It's just that this time, what fell was the once-satisfied alien empire, and in order to kill it, the Lord of Terra's fleet also spent a lot of effort.

Even with the deployment of a huge army including two Primarchs and several Mechanical Arks, it still took the Human Empire several full Terran Standard Days to completely annihilate the alien army, leaving each ship in a frenzy.

All the alien warships that refused to retreat despite the shouts were sunk. The Luna Wolf Legion gained the greatest glory in this battle. The head of Overlord Randan, which was beheaded by Horus himself, was enough to pile up a tower.

Spectacular hills.

But the most difficult victory undoubtedly belongs to the Golden Guards of the Human Empire. Over the nameless world where the alien emperor fell, Waldo led his brothers and sisters who were accustomed to silence in a non-stop confrontation.

In the massacre, all the alien elites named [Ran Dan Forbidden Army] were wiped out. This was a terrible war that will never be sung:

The Custodes and Sisters of Silence suffered more than half of their casualties in those blasphemous alien warships, and the 40,000 personal guards and 500 of the best Overlords of the Alien Emperor were slaughtered: these aliens knew how to unite and fight better than the Emperor's proud Golden Warriors.

The significance and value of it, not to mention that those blasphemous maze engines are their familiar home ground, which is also the main reason why this battle is so tragic.

At least a thousand Imperial Guards and Sisters of Silence slept in the twisted alien battleship. Their bodies received the best burial, and their tangible, or perhaps non-existent, ethereal souls were in the increasingly calm sea of ​​souls.

Wandering slowly, and at the end, quietly resting under the endless light of the cold sun.

That's their reward.

The only reward.

This is enough.

They are peaceful.

At the very least, when Morgan observed them from a distance, she did feel a kind of tranquility and serenity from their aura that she could envy.

The Spider Queen's third eye trembled because of this scene.

Um……

think carefully.

She is not envious.

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She is not envious.

Morgan thought so.

Then, as secretly as possible, she extended her invisible cat's claws towards the battleship filled with the delicious souls of the alien forbidden army, quietly grabbed a large lump, formed it into a ball, and stuffed it into her mouth.

tasty……

Even compared to the few collections she has left, these powerful souls known as the Ran Dan Forbidden Army are extremely sweet. They even have a spicy taste, which may be brought about by the most perseverant spirit.

seasoning.

Unfortunately, the quantity is too small.

Although Morgan believed that her appetite was as small as those hummingbirds among the lush greenery, the souls of the mere 40,000 Randan Imperial Army were indeed unable to satisfy her current appetite.

With no other choice, she could only extend her cat's claws to the souls of the alien warriors, which were much different in taste, but simply plentiful and full: although these offal tasted a bit tasteless, but

Most of those who have made it this far are the most essential part of the Alien Empire. Although they are not very delicious, they do have [nutrition].

In this way, while Morgan happily enjoyed her dinner, she watched with great interest how the empire's fleet defeated the alien army step by step: she focused on observing the performance of Horus and Mortarion in the battle.

He even had a profound first impression of the human forbidden army on another battlefield.

At this moment, the Spider Queen of the Second Legion is in an extremely rare and comfortable state: the mortal nurses and the medical staff of the First Legion have been taken away by Coswayne himself, and now, Morgan has the exclusive

Standing in a gorgeous lounge, he put his feet up on the soft back of [Warmaster], watching the immersive bloody space opera, while squeezing the cheeks of his soul body into bulges.

She still had a headache, and felt the fatigue and weakness that was inevitable after intense exertion, which even made her too lazy to spend energy to maintain her body, maintaining a body that looked a little too immature: if someone entered this room,

He may wonder why a child can be so noble.

She was resting: of course she had the right to rest. Even if the Caliban lion came to find her, she could confidently grab the fruit plate next to her and smash him out.

Who calls this the "Unyielding Truth", the flagship of the First Legion? Here, Morgan should have some willful surplus: even her heirs will get a lot of light from it.

Hector's team was guarding outside her room, preventing anyone from approaching the Gene Mother's room. In the room at the other end of the corridor, Jonson and Vulcan's injuries had almost healed themselves.

He just hasn't woken up yet.

Everything went so smoothly, and Morgan even felt a hint of happiness: her thoughts seemed to be becoming active, which was something Morgan herself didn't feel.

But unfortunately, this happiness only lasted until Morgan's third eye glanced at that big pile of the most delicious souls.

The huge soul belonging to the alien emperor that is located in the desolate world and exudes a wonderful poisonous atmosphere...

Ah...want to eat...

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……No

No, no, no.

She doesn't want to eat.

She didn't want to eat it at all.

The Spider Queen patted her face and forced her gaze to move elsewhere. However, this did not prevent the fact that the delicious soul existed there: she could even ask about its taste and hear the lingering sound.

The shrill roar beside it.

Hundreds of billions of the most miserable and crazy death cries, what a great piece of music that would be to accompany the meal. She even remembered a dish about crying and soul that she had seen on the recipes of the Eldar Empire.

Dishes…

No, don't think about it.

Morgan squinted his eyes and quietly glanced at the cold sun above the Emperor's Dream.

For some unknown reason, the Lord of Mankind did not join the ensuing battle. He returned to his ship and allowed his heirs and subordinates to gain honor in the massacre.

In the Sea of ​​Souls, Morgan could see that there seemed to be some cracks in the boundless spiritual light of her genetic father. This may be the reason why he was absent from the battle.

But this did not prevent her from quietly swallowing her saliva and turning her gaze back to those alien souls that were safer and drier.

After all, she could see that although the Lord of Humanity had moved away from the world where Emperor Randan had fallen, his light still shone on the huge soul of the Alien Emperor, as if he was doing some follow-up work.

.

She didn't dare to get close.

Jumping over those snow-white human souls, Morgan grabbed a lot of countless screaming and roaring alien souls, kneaded tens of thousands of souls into delicious balls, and fell into wanton eating.

Use a false sense of satisfaction to cover up your grief and indignation.

Um……

She's not angry, she doesn't feel sorry, and she doesn't care: it's just the soul of a more powerful alien, and she spent all her savings trying to eat it, but so far she's gotten nothing...

She is not angry at all.

The alien soul, enough to fill an entire legion, was stuffed into his mouth by Morgan wantonly. The Spider Queen's cheeks even bulged, and the joy of the previous moment was gone.

At this moment, Morgan was like the most depressed groundhog, munching in a corner where no one was paying attention, turning his anger and resentment into a somewhat too loud chewing sound.

Then……

Then she discovered that the cold sun seemed to be rotating as she munched.

It cast an emotionless glance towards Morgan's position.

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Morgan:(X*)

Morgan blinked.

Blinked again.
To be continued...