Elaine put down the chain ax silently.
The sticky warm blood is adhering to the slowly rotating single-molecule saw teeth, dripping between the dilapidated pure white ceramic armor, flowing freely along the bright patterns of the Son of the Mountain, and finally gathering there as if to be freed. On such a face.
The link originating from the depths of the soul no longer sent a response from the other party. The crazy and bloodthirsty Astartes just now also fell under the chain ax of the Gene Mother.
This alien cruiser was covered with the corpses and flesh of all kinds of dirty aliens. The mountain of skulls is the masterpiece of the mad Astartes just now, and there are even the heads of several of his compatriots.
Due to the suddenness of the incident, after members of the Eighth Company subdued him, the other Astartes were expelled immediately, leaving only the Primarch Guard guarding the bloody and dirty scene.
Elaine's pale golden eyes reflected her offspring, and she looked down at the cheek that still retained bloodlust and anger.
She recognized the heir in front of her, Barney, the think tank of the Eighth Company.
Elaine also knows...that her scars hidden deep in the sea of souls have been touched. Even though the power from the Lord of Humanity has made up for them, the cursed knowledge is vaguely exuding an ominous atmosphere.
She knew that this day would come.
The past history ceased to exist in the face of the Primarch's new destiny, and that destined and scrutinized fate never spared her, nor her heirs.
Elaine lowered his head slightly, but a layer of gloom lingered on his formerly gentle and loving face.
No one, including the surrounding Primarch Guards, could clearly see the expression of their genetic mother at this time.
They could only see that the gilt eyes that once shone with intellectual light were gradually dimming at this moment.
A beastly and wild atmosphere spread around it, and the gradually freezing temperature also symbolized the Primarch's depressed mood.
At this moment, every son of the mountains can feel the turbulent waves like a tsunami gradually rippling in the sea of the mother's soul. The strong sadness contained in it can even be suppressed by the Astartes who have suppressed these emotions to an extremely low level. touch.
The majestic figure of the Primarch stood in front of his dead heir as if time had stopped. The scarlet and thick finely crafted power armor reflected the dim lights in the alien cabin. The emergency light source flashed as if damaged, as if feedback Looking at Elaine's melancholy mood.
——It’s finally here.
she muttered. However, no son of the mountains can hear his mother's sigh in the turbulent sea of souls. Even their spiritual connection with each other is affected at this moment. The voice of souls that used to be accessible and swift seems to be blurred by the waves at this moment. Unclear.
Yes, Elaine is not in a good mood at the moment.
Those who play with fate will one day be played with.
Even though she knew that her changes would bring more changes, she even foresaw an unknown premonition, and this unknown feeling had always lingered in her heart since the first day she returned to the Legion.
This feeling is not good.
After personally executing her own heir, her ominous premonition did not dissipate even a little bit.
The endless melancholy in his thoughts swept huge waves in the ocean of the soul, and the complex and complicated thoughts were constantly stirred in the brain of the original gene.
Did he give his offspring too much love?
Is he destined to bear the fate of destroying the Legion?
Or is it that the eyes of the gods have never left, and they have poured out their malice on themselves from the beginning, watching their funny performances in the chess game?
All the answers are unknown.
The disappearing phantom pain of the spikes could no longer be found in the sea of souls, and the relief and exhaustion of the child before his death almost made her feel the same.
She knew where her heir had gone, and she also knew what her heir had seen.
That was just one part of the endless misery she was destined to face, and one part of the tragic fate she vowed to change.
This may be the mockery of the gods, or it may be the disaster she herself brought to the legion.
All the answers will not be revealed until the fog clears.
Elaine doesn't want to pursue the answers to these complicated questions. The scars on her determined soul have not yet been healed, and the crucial time is imminently beating her pace.
Even though the chain ax in her palm is still flowing with the blood of her descendants - the pale golden eyes of the Primarch cannot show any sadness, even though the uncontrollable grief in her heart has been known to her descendants. , but she couldn't feel hurt about it anymore.
All grief is not reserved for the present.
As for now...that's it.
she thinks.
She clearly had a premonition that this was just a prelude, just an overture before the beginning, not even the first instrumental sound in the track. There were more complicated fates that continued to shine in the ups and downs of the music, and finally turned into flames. A fleeting meteor.
I no longer have time to feel sad. What matters most is to end this battle, conquer this sector, and continue to advance the crucial Great Crusade towards victory.
All destiny will be answered in this great expedition of mankind across the stars.
The tall Primarch slowly turned around and left, and the golden pupils shrouded in the haze became more and more fiery. The bright light like stars burst out again in it, and the tsunami waves sweeping through the sea of mind were also eliminated in an instant. The original calm was restored.
It's just that one of the migratory birds that lives on the rocks is missing without anyone knowing.
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At this moment, on the surface of Salem.
"Waste, waste...a bunch of waste!!"
A hoarse and angry roar sounded from the throne. The [Emperor]'s almost insane and ferocious face exuded indescribable madness, and the many dirty instruments connected to his huge and deformed body also emitted overheated white smoke.
In front of him were the corpses of several alien commanders who had been shot. These stupid and incompetent generals were the culprits that brought the current situation to this day.
Obviously, this alien emperor was extremely annoyed that the huge fleet that he was proud of collapsed in the first collision with the human empire. The huge fleet that spanned the entire Golgotan sector had been conquered by him. It’s hard to count how many planets he has passed, but the current war situation demonstrates the weakness and incompetence of his alien empire.
However, what he didn't know was. The enemy they have to face cannot compete with them even if they change several generals.
The extremely thick and advanced void shield alone symbolizes the most advanced and developed technology from the human empire. This shield that can transfer all artillery fire and attacks to subspace is almost impossible for these ridiculously backward civilizations. Call it a dimensionality reduction strike.
Not to mention the extremely advanced large-scale macro-cannon array and light spear array that condensed the hard work of the Martian forge world - in today's galaxy, except for some alien empires that have stolen mankind's past era of strife technology, they can compete with it. Almost any small and barbaric civilization cannot withstand the iron cavalry of the human empire.
Moreover, the reason why the [Brotherhood of Destruction] was able to almost capture the foundry planet of Salem was not their extremely backward weapons and technology, but the endless sea of slave corpses and corpses from the Alien Empire. Logistics supplies scattered throughout the sector - at this moment, there are definitely more filthy corpses of Cyborg slaves than bullet casings on this planet.
It was just a replenishment of logistical supplies and slave numbers, but it was completely interrupted by the hunting tactics of the 13th Expedition Fleet.
The increasing consumption of various materials symbolizes that this alien empire named [Brotherhood of Destruction] is gradually losing the qualification to continue the war.
[Emperor]'s angry roar still echoed in the hall, but at this moment, some green figures appeared in the hall, which temporarily calmed down the crazy [Emperor].
He knew that it was their extremely powerful mercenary and an ally of the [Brotherhood of Destruction], the Orcs.
The tall orc headed by him brought exciting news to the [Emperor].
"I said...Huang Di, you mechanical shrimps are not very good at all. Why do they break when you touch them? I don't like them."
"Speaking of which, this war... we didn't think it was interesting at first, but those new canned shrimps, we thought they were quite fierce and waaaagh!"
"So, we called the boss of our mercenaries, the worst and biggest warboss - Crazy Eyes Old Gaba to come here and let's waaaaagh together!"
"Remember to get your teeth fixed later, and then quickly tidy up for us, and get ready to waaaaaagh with our warboss!!!"
"waaaaaaaagh!!!!!"
"waaaaaaaagh!!!!!"
"waaaaaaaagh!!!!!"
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