Go to Death

【Warriors!】

【This is a God-given opportunity and the favor of the gods.】

[Here, in this galaxy, we will wipe out a powerful opponent for our great race.]

【This will be the most important day of our lives!】

【Countless fronts will be victorious because of our actions, and countless compatriots will enjoy glory because of our courage.】

[Our achievements will be sung from this tiny galaxy all the way to our greatest and most eternal home star, making all human beings kneel down and tremble in the face of our power!]

[Warriors! Warriors! Follow my steps and pass through this portal, which is the battlefield and the great paradise where we can seize everything!]

[There is no doubt that we will win this victory and gain infinite glory.]

[But I have no intention of deceiving you, my most loyal and powerful warriors, this will also be a difficult victory. Among us, there will be death, there will be sacrifices, and there will be those who are unfortunate enough to not be able to witness the generals of the gods.

The moment the glory of victory bathes in its body, everything is possible. The victim may be you, me, or any one of our warriors.】

[But I know, we all know, that the possibility of death and loss will not hinder our steps, nor will it destroy our will. We have faced stronger, even invincible opponents, but we have never given up.

!]

【We never give up!】

【We are never afraid!】

【So! We never fail!】

[This is the nobility in the blood of our race!]

[This is proof that our empire is favored by the gods!]

[This is our destiny: destroy the rotten corpse empire that is trying to resurrect! Destroy those fragile, arrogant humans! The galaxy belongs to us! Only belongs to us! It belongs to us forever!]

[Look at this powerful military formation! These war beasts that once served mankind have been driven by us! And the most powerful and advanced weapons on the mother planet are also in the hands of you and me, warriors

, Before today, you have been running rampant for decades without encountering an enemy, and after today, your glory will be sung by all your compatriots until one thousand years after another!]

[Now! Follow my pace, we will complete the greatest cause, we will kill the endless hunger and arrogance of [Soul Drinker], we will use the most powerful weapons to snipe the soul of the human commander, we

They will collapse, disintegrate, and be wiped out in ashes. This is their ending!】

【Follow me!】

【This glorious day has arrived!】

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The Randan front in the east advanced the fastest.

A thousand Dark Angels did not hesitate at all. Relying on the Randan Fortress and Bunker they had just captured, they began to organize a defense. Although the weapons in the hands of these Astartes could not cause harm to those strange Titans, they could

Can do other things: Ran Dan did not just dispatch these resurrected Titans. In the huge shadow of the seventeen twisted behemoths, hundreds of Ran Dan elites were moving forward at high speed, risking the Dark Angels.

The dense firepower network was advancing risklessly.

Casualties appeared quickly. Whether it was the Dark Angel or Ran Dan's warriors, people kept falling to the ground and breathed their last breath silently. Blood flowed from their heads and chests, moistening the dry land.

.

(I changed it a bit here. A thousand Dark Angels still killed many people in battle, and only five or six hundred were left. Otherwise, the plot would be too buggy.)

And Morgan was just singing quietly.

【Banshee.】

She called softly, and those carefully selected souls appeared from the kingdom of her mind, constantly surrounding her fingertips, and gathered into another [gun].

Different from the previous [Savage Gun] that Morgan used to destroy the fortress defenders, this [Banshee Gun] was specially designed: [Savage] is just a benchmark, the most common and featureless one, and it can be picked up casually.

Kneaded from the soul.

The [Banshee] is an enhanced type. The silver-haired Spider Queen selects those special alien souls, most of which are powerful wizards. She brings these souls together to form the [Banshee Spear]. This

The purpose of the [gun] is also very obvious: it is specially designed to kill those psychics.

Morgan whispered a spell, and four [Banshee Spears] surrounded her. She stretched out her pale fingers and pointed at the invading enemy to the east.

【Shoot.】

The four invisible sharp blades were unsheathed at the same time, setting off huge waves in the ocean of thoughts and souls. In the next moment, countless wails and relief came from these twisted giant beasts. She listened to those

The enslaved psykers finally stopped their never-ending screams and fell into a heaven constructed of eternal tranquility.

Along with this relief, the two Predator-class Terras and the two Warhound-class Titans deployed by Ran Dan in the east also stopped invariably. These behemoths that were forcibly recalled to the battlefield lost their false

The soul just stood there, becoming a statue without any threat.

The flesh and blood on their bodies began to fall off, disintegrate, and finally fell to the ground one after another like decaying cliffs. Even these long-corroded steel creations were finally unable to resist the pull of gravity, swaying, collapsing, and billowing smoke and flames.

Emerging from their long-dead bodies marked the belated death of the God Machine.

But Morgan was not in the mood to appreciate all this, because just when she obliterated the enemy in the east, more opponents were coming from the other three directions. She looked at the dozen blasphemous Titans heading in her direction.

Unstoppable advancement, crushing all the ruins and wreckage, she saw the swift figures of the war dog class, wolf class and predator class rushing at the forefront. Their continuous footsteps made all the land radiate.

Overwhelmed moans.

Three directions, ten platforms.

In addition, there is a twisted warlord-level Titan in each direction, and one of them is even an Alpha-level variant specially modified by Mars. Obviously, they are the martyrs of the "Death of One Hundred Machines".

Fortunately, they are dead and have lost most of their power as God's machines. Now they are just huge human shields that are forcibly pulled up and driven, rather than existences that can threaten the battlefield.

otherwise……

Morgan's expression was a little ferocious.

In her field of vision, a total of twenty-six darkest fires were gathering. Although it did not symbolize the destructive light of giant bombs, volcano cannons or laser blasters, it still exuded a unique terror: that was

Ran Dan's radioactive electromagnetic bombardment light wave, the Empire still does not have the blasphemous technology to completely decipher and analyze it.

The silver-haired girl didn't have time to think too much. Countless psychic rays gathered on her fingertips and flowed into her scepter. She thrust the snake-headed scepter into the ground. The layer was thick enough to be felt with the naked eye.

The protective shield that arrived covered most of the area around her.

Almost at the next moment, the overwhelming pure black energy beams rushed towards her, swallowing up everything in front of them, whether it was fortresses, hills, or the dark angels who had no time to be protected, their armor turned into nothing in an instant.

The haze, the pupils didn't even have time to panic, the throat didn't even have time to scream, the body and armor integrated into scattered sand and disappeared into the unstoppable energy.

The destructive force rushed towards Morgan's snare, just like raging waves, constantly hitting the towering cliff.

Earth-shattering.

In one go.

One after another.

The river is declining.

Hoarse.

Finally, remain as still as a mountain.

Until the pure black energy dissipated, Morgan's snare was only mostly worn away.

She roared, roaring endlessly in the ocean of souls. All her will and spirit were forcibly squeezed to grab the suitable souls, and then gathered them into the most powerful and suitable weapon.

[Banshee's Spear], ten in total.

When they appeared around Morgan one after another, even the Dark Angel, who was completely uneducated by psychic powers, could feel a trace of decay surrounding her body.

【Shoot!】

Her voice was sharp.

Then, ten more puffs of smoke ignited.

Until this moment, there are still three resurrected Titans and three resurrected warlords. Their tens of meters tall bodies stand on the ground like immortal demons. Under and around these creations, more and more people are appearing.

More and more Randan warriors rushed to the Dark Angel's position, and fierce hand-to-hand combat broke out in the ruins.

The offensive against Morgan was much more than that: hundreds of Ran Dan fighter planes shook their twisted wings, swarmed out of the four portals, and rushed towards this disaster that Ran Dan's legion was extremely afraid of.

star.

She must die.

Morgan bit the tip of her tongue and regained her somewhat loose will. Her eyes wandered around the abdominal cavities of those warlord-level Titans: If she remembered correctly, the plasma reactors that drove them were there, and the so-called

Heavy armor is not a big problem for her.

The blue pupils have been filled with outright murderous intent.

She stretched out her hand and squeezed it hard, and a roaring storm roared out in mid-air, tearing the dozens of Randan fighters rushing in front into pieces.

Then, she hummed, and more and more abilities began to gather at her fingertips, even the air reaching the sky was distorted.

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The battle lasted thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes of nightmare.

Ran Dan's army is endless. Hundreds of Ran Dan fighters and multiple Ran Dan warriors pour out of the huge portal. They have no scruples, no fear, and even no way to dodge.

With a fanatical attitude, they rushed towards the net intertwined with psychic energy and explosive bombs.

The burning alien engine was torn into pieces in the storm, the hot steel distorted every inch of the sky within sight, and the black man-eating locust swarms dyed the desert into the darkest colors, constantly pouring out in the fire and explosions.

Blasphemous blood.

Almost every second, a Dark Angel will die, and every second, they will kill more enemies, even several times more. Unimaginable firepower pours out from the weapons in their hands, cleaning up They followed Ran Dan's military columns, destroyed Ran Dan's armor, and what was even worse, those unidentifiable special bullets were shot into the air, tearing Ran Dan's unlucky fighter plane alive into pieces.
To be continued...