Chapter 79 Impaling the Lion

That majestic [Lion Sword] rolled up a hurricane in the icy air, accompanied by the smell of exploding gunpowder and the stubborn smell of metal, leaving a shocking edge in the air.

This sharp edge scratched the heads of at least five Randan warriors. These tallest and ugliest opponents didn't even have time to moan in pain before they fell to the ground one after another and became flesh under the Primarch's boots.

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Zhuang Sen looked at his latest victory and fell into a short-lived intoxication that lasted not even a moment: hunting, ending, depriving the possibility of life and breathing, the joy of inflicting all this pain and killing with his own hands made his green pupils change.

Get crystal clear.

But in the next second, he turned back into the unsmiling leader of the heroes, and silence and alienation once again filled his face and heart.

【Gather the team and move forward!】

The Primarch roared an order, and his voice suppressed all the noise on the battlefield. Hundreds of the best Dark Angels responded to their Gene Father with silent slaughter and the deepest war cry in their throats, before landing.

The battle near the point lasted less than fifteen minutes. In front of the King of Knights and his most loyal attendants who went to the front line, the resistance of thousands of Randan warriors and slaves was like a stone thrown into the rolling waves.

Generally, only the faintest splash can appear.

The battle lines were slaughtered, the fortresses were penetrated, and the heavy firepower points and artillery positions that originally suppressed the Astartes warriors were destroyed by a black hurricane: no one could resist Jonson's offensive, and his figure could not be defeated by any one.

Caught by the muzzle of the gun, the alien positions collapsed in the massacre and fear he caused. Behind him were those warriors who risked their lives the most. They were the Ninth Knights, commanded by Grand Master Arachos.

The Primarch's personal bodyguards led by.

With the fall of the last Randan warrior, a wider area of ​​land was cleared, and more airdrop pods and transport planes appeared from the gray sky, carrying more Dark Angels, as well as those

The most important heavy weapons and logistics supplies.

From this moment on, the First Legion's footsteps were completely set on this world, unshakable.

The genetic principle of the First Legion was standing on a hillock that was stained red with blood. He raised his head and saw only the hazy fog in the distance.

Then, he heard the sound of riding boots on the sand.

[They are coming, Your Excellency, more Ran Dan troops are rushing towards us from six directions.]

Zhuang Sen didn't reply, he just turned his head slowly and looked at his psychic advisor who had never really been at ease.

Her long hair was disheveled, and the fine drops of sweat seemed to never disappear from her temples. Her blue pupils exuded a light that longed for destruction, which he had never seen in her pupils before.

Something is wrong with her.

Zhuang Sen continued to look at the fog in the distance.

【go on.】

He heard some shrill laughter.

【Yes, Your Excellency.】

[These six military fronts are not balanced. The souls of three of them are completely Ran Dan's alien souls, while the others are a mixed bag. 】

[Especially the invading enemies on the right front, they have the largest number and the best quality, and they even include thousands of noteworthy powerful individuals. 】

As if to confirm these words, Arachos walked forward quickly and reported to his master in a low voice.

"My Lord, Coswayne reports that the sensors of the [Unyielding Truth] detected an extremely dense signal source about 220 kilometers ahead of us. The signal feedback there is completely consistent with what we recorded at the Randan Command Center.

Causwayne is concentrating the power of the fleet to fight for the actual control of that airspace, and he estimates that it will take at least two Terran standards to complete this goal."

At the same time, a simple map of the nearby area has been turned into a communication, transmitted all the way from the Queen of Glory to the receiver in the Lion King's ear. The Primarch carefully observed this scene from the air and thought about it.

one time.

[Tell Coswayne that by airdropping at least thirty more companies, the battle for air supremacy can be slowed down a bit. As long as the aliens cannot provide their fire cover for the ground, he will also focus some energy on Mander.

Near Well Point, ensuring control there is the key.】

[Then, tell Astlan that I will leave him all the artillery and half of the armor. Before my new orders arrive, his mission is to ensure the security here and delay the alien armies from other directions as much as possible.

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[Finally, summon the Ninth Knights and five hundred people. We need to split the front of Ran Dan's army on the right front, then push forward about 100 kilometers, seize the fortress there, and then take the next step. 】

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The ranks of Land Raiders splashed with flying storms in the rolling yellow sand. Hundreds of black-armored Astartes surrounded these most powerful war beasts, crushing every Randan army they encountered.

There was red dust, and more warriors followed behind them, forming strongholds to watch and help each other, ensuring the integrity of the controlled area.

On this journey of hundreds of kilometers, they walked for about two Terran standards. Intermittent encounters and ambushes filled every second, but they never stopped any Dark Angel until they arrived.

achieve their purpose.

It was a fortress built on a hill. It looked like a ruined palace. Hundreds of alien blasphemous cannons and tens of thousands of Randan warriors surrounded the defense core. Thousands of muzzles and cannons

The mouth continuously plays the music of firepower, making it impossible for even the bravest Dark Angel to break through this almost perfect firepower network.

This most powerful force was blocked by solid walls, dense fire nets and trenches. The elite Astartes warriors were forced to fight in the trenches and boulders, while the more conspicuous armored forces could not even get close.

There.

Finally, after cleaning another heavy firepower point, looking at the dozens of gray marks on the shoulder armor, the Primarch lost what little patience he had.

【Destroy it.】

Jonson's destiny is neither impatient nor furious, but is filled with the will to kill, making the dark angels who are close to him unable to stop shivers down their spines.

They didn't know who the order was given to, but they soon found out.

【As you command, Your Excellency.】

When the dark angels heard this response mixed with laughter, they fell into confusion for a moment.

These two sounds seemed equally terrifying.

It's like two vicious chess players, deciding the fate of their chess pieces in endless rage and malice.

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Morgan took a deep breath, then let out a long sigh.

As her eyes fell into the purest and most merciless light of judgment, the souls that were rampaging in the kingdom of thinking began to howl and flee uneasily. Their remaining will seemed to be aware of the impending disaster, but there was no way.

Method.

Morgan's will grabbed them at will. She waved her hand casually, and tens of thousands of souls were gathered under her palm. With her smile, her whisper, her psychic hand continued to

Kneading and grasping them, these wailing souls were fused together in the strongest and most ruthless manner.

It's like molten iron flowing into a mold, when the last groan in these souls completely disappears.

[Gun] appeared.

And everything is just a matter of a moment in the eyes of outsiders.

From the perspective of the Dark Angel and even Jonson, Morgan just clenched her five fingers and produced countless alarming desperate wails out of thin air. Then, an invisible gun that they could sense but could not see was held high by her.

rise.

She whispered softly.

【brutal.】

This seems to be some kind of prayer, and it also seems to be some kind of incantation to unlock the power of the wild.

With a fierce sound, the [Gun] left Morgan's hand, like a swift thunder, leaving a piercing roar in the sky above countless Ran Dan aliens.

Almost in the next moment, the [gun] hit the mountaintop fortress that was constantly spitting out tongues of fire. It was like the simplest hurricane. It did not explode or lift the wall. It just followed the cracks and muzzles of the gun, making no sound.

He rushed in breathlessly.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Then, there was an extremely huge, crazy, and hysterical sound that every Dark Angel even thousands of meters away could hear clearly, and even the tragic wails that gave rise to fear and compassion were suddenly remembered.

Thousands of aliens were screaming in unison, as thousands of aliens were having their souls slaughtered alive, and then died in a twisted manner in the slaughter without any mercy.

The sound was so loud and miserable that even the battlefield with heavy artillery fire paused for a moment because of this unimaginable collective cry. Even the sound of the wind stopped, and a different kind of dead silence enveloped the battlefield. Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the fortress that no longer makes any sound: Ran Dan's ugly face has been taken over by panic, and the back of the Dark Angel's visor is full of fear and shock.

Until the next moment, before everyone present could react, a black hurricane had already re-entered the battle.

【attack!】

The roar of the [Lion] awakened the sleeping legion, and all the Dark Angels raised their blades again. This time, they no longer had any scruples.

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Randan is an ugly race, no matter by the standards of any civilization in the galaxy, their faces are unbearably ugly.

At this time, the faces of these Ran Dan corpses piled up like mountains in the fortress took their ugliness to a whole new level: the already unsightly faces were mixed with the moments of death due to extreme pain and panic, and finally turned into

A scene that would make the Astartes long to forget.

There were at least 8,000 Randan warriors in this fortress, many of whom were individuals comparable to those of the Astartes, but now, they all died, at the same moment.

【Have you drained their souls?】

Zhuang Sen squatted down and carefully examined the alien corpses at his feet. The Primarch's natural psychic perception told it that these corpses had a different kind of emptiness.
To be continued...