"Everything is within the plan."
"Whether it's you, me, or the xenomorphs, even every world, every grain of dust, every drop of blood in this galaxy is within the plan of the [Lion]. Everything may change, but it will never spiral out of control."
"After all, this is not a battle."
"This is a great hunt."
Morgan's pupils were bleeding.
Crimson blood.
This subtle blood waterfall dampened her eyebrows, ran across her pale, worrying cheeks, converged on her sharp jawline, and did not forget to stain her equally pale lips.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, calmly and cautiously adjusting her state and condition.
Under the cover of her scattered silver hair, her blue-green pupils constantly shifted, concealing Morgan's true gaze from the Dark Angel's view: indifference, rejection, and pure dead silence.
If a Death Angel had indeed witnessed Morgan's eyes at that moment, he would only have fallen into the most profound bewilderment: what terrifying eyes those were, the owner of which measured all living beings in the world with a ruthlessness that even surpassed the most callous, brutal, and selfish xenomorph overlords of the interstellar void.
But fortunately, and unfortunately, the Dark Angel at this moment had no energy to attend to her.
The plan was proceeding smoothly. When Morgan's spirit delved into the ocean of consciousness, she almost immediately saw the soul and will of the so-called [Ran Dan Warmaster]. The reason was simple: the existence of this sorcerous master was so dazzling and special among countless ordinary souls. It was like a dying red giant star, emitting an unsettling light and heat.
Reflected in Morgan's pupils was a sight that would make anyone's scalp crawl: millions of souls spread throughout this galaxy. Aside from the scattered few belonging to humans and Astartes, those marching under the Ran Dan banner were all the most obscure and numb souls. They were tightly bound by twisted, flesh-colored cords, and these millions of cords intertwined with each other, coiling all the way to that dim star, densely covering a putrid scene that would make anyone feel sick and nauseated.
In this way, the will of this sorcerous overlord connected and enslaved countless souls. It didn't even need any defensive or warning measures, because its stellar mass and power were the greatest defense. Unless it was another star, no one could harm it.
But now, times had changed.
As Morgan's soul slowly emerged from the countless wailing souls, that dim star began to stir restlessly. Clearly, it sensed something, an instinctive reverence for a natural predator.
But clearly, this Ran Dan [Warmaster] might have been too old, or perhaps too sad. In any case, when Morgan's will fully manifested, it was not prepared for a death match in the vast ocean.
Morgan did not act immediately. She first glanced at the Ran Dan [Warmaster]'s soul, which was as massive and delicious as a star, then looked at the millions of souls enslaved by this sinner.
[Hunger]
After a long time, this will attacked her again.
She felt hungry.
Or rather, she felt a desire to feed.
[Eat it, eat it all.]
[This is your right.]
[You were born powerful, you are meant to plunder.]
Invisibly, a voice urged her on.
Morgan, of course, knew and desired.
This star-like xenomorph soul was so magnificent and delicious; devouring it would be even more satisfying than devouring an entire world of souls.
And these millions of obscure individuals, perhaps insignificant compared to the colossal main course, but in such numbers, they could simply fill her stomach.
But this time, Morgan's pupils were only clouded for a brief moment. Her self-mastery was still at a formidable level.
It wasn't time yet.
Morgan knew that.
She needed the right moment.
It wouldn't be long.
Thinking this, Morgan first carefully observed the psychich assassin floating in her palm, as if memorizing every detail of it.
Then, she gently pushed the xenomorphic construct, which was no different from a harbinger of disaster for most psychics, towards that [star]. With a flick of her finger, this blasphemous construct was enveloped in a protective shield. Morgan stood afar, manipulating it as it drifted towards its target.
This meteor of destruction, guided by the deceiver, dodged countless threads and souls, like a dazzling silver streak of light cutting through the black night. When the victim's vision had just recovered from the sudden stimulation, it was already right before them.
If it were an ordinary psychic, or even an Alpha-class one capable of summoning legions, overthrowing Titans, and casually ravaging a civilization and a world, it would probably be difficult to achieve such precision. Psionics, after all, are the embodiment of destruction. Their power is so vast and crude, and the whispers of the warp constantly torment their users, limiting delicate operations.
They could only continuously devastate the thorough net around the star. Using powerful psychic energy could certainly achieve this quickly, but it also meant that when the indiscriminate destructive explosion occurred, those who had delved too deep would find it difficult to escape.
But at this moment, Morgan merely watched from afar, appreciating it. The whispers in the void accompanied the ethereal harbinger of disaster she controlled, until an endless light of destruction burst forth from its core.
[Sweet dreams.]
To that future main course, Morgan offered her sincere blessings.
An explosion sounded.
This was the pure destruction of the mental domain. At this moment, all psychics in the Sabis system involuntarily frowned. Those who were more powerful could still stand calmly, while those with insufficient strength could only collapse to the ground, even exhibiting more unsightly postures.
No one knew what state Ran Dan, the primary target, was in now, but its condition could be clearly felt: all psychics with residual power could hear the sharpest wails from the soul realm, a sound as if a star were dying, accompanied by the screams of millions of people having their souls forcibly extracted.
And those ordinary people without talent saw a more direct scene. Dark Angel warships, hiding at the edge of the galaxy, clearly witnessed the unusual movements of the Ran Dan fleet: at one moment, thousands of blasphemous warships in the entire fleet all fell into a strange and sudden standstill, especially the core of the fleet, the battle moon, which was like an out-of-control giant machine, losing its balance and sense of direction, crashing left and right uncontrollably, crushing countless Ran Dan escort ships that were too close.
Finally, it stopped, as if dead.
At this moment, all Dark Angels witnessed it firsthand, or confirmed it through communication.
The plan was successful.
Morgan could feel that in this secret underground chamber, a minimum level of joy lingered, except for the Librarian, who stood with difficulty.
And when the Dark Angel's team leader shifted his gaze from the Librarian to Morgan, he involuntarily paused, as if a hint of surprise registered at the fact that Morgan was still alive.
"...How are you, Lady Morgan?"
[I'm fine.]
She smiled, which instead made the Dark Angel feel an instinctive unease. He could feel this mortal surveying everyone in the room.
He even felt a little dangerous.
Clearly, this was an illusion.
"So... do you have any other questions?"
Morgan brushed away the blood, opened her eyes, her pupils now filled with the exhaustion of narrowly escaping death.
"I want to know exactly what happened. This point, can be satisfied, right?"
"Of course."
In Ahriman's final question, the hooded Dark Angel merely nodded.
The vessel they were on had just exited the planetary orbit's shadow, leaving from the outermost edge of the Sabis system. When the star's light once again illuminated the battleship's bridge, Ahriman was suddenly shocked to find that they had made a huge circle, moving from Sabis IV all the way to the rear of the Ran Dan fleet.
That excessively large Mandeville point was now not far from them, and Ran Dan evidently had no interest in leaving more defensive forces there: more small Dark Angel warships quickly emerged from various shadows, and under their pincer attack, the few small Ran Dan ships stationed there were quickly annihilated.
Ahriman quietly witnessed the end of this battle. He felt he could no longer bear it, so he once again sought out the Dark Angel responsible for everything.
"Presumably your stringent secret protocol now allows you to know more?"
Facing the Thousand Sons Captain's sarcastic tone, the Dark Angel merely smiled.
"Of course."
"Then, what exactly are we doing?"
"You just need to watch."
With that, he lowered his head and continued to operate something.
Ahriman was not angry—even he himself found this incredible. Perhaps the recent spiritual turbulence, whose true nature he didn't understand, had temporarily weakened his power and temper.
But soon, what was happening outside the viewport captured his full attention.
Several Dark Angel warships converged near the Mandeville point. They clearly possessed some kind of tacit cooperation. After a period of silence, each warship simultaneously fired a beam of faint blue light. This light first converged, then rushed towards the Mandeville point.
Then, a scene that made Ahriman's pupils widen occurred.
As if a drainage valve had been twisted open, the fluctuating tides of the Mandeville point, after swallowing this beam of light, visibly began to shrink.
Before Ahriman could utter any exclamation, it was no different from an ordinary Mandeville point. A moment later, it had already withered to the point where no slightly larger warship could pass through.
"You... what did you do... you closed it?"
"Only for a while."
The Dark Angel seemed to particularly enjoy Ahriman's shock.
"It will be closed for a few days, roughly five to seven Terran standard days, but this is enough."
"At least, for everything that's about to happen, it's enough."
"...What are you going to do?"
"A hunt, that's all. But that's not our job. It's the job of others, those lucky ones still stationed on Sabis IV. They will tell these xenomorphs what the truth in the void is."
"...What is it?"
Ahriman asked genuinely.
And the Dark Angel merely scoffed.
[All forces.]
At a certain moment, a voice simultaneously echoed across all communications of the surviving Dark Angels on Sabis IV.
As this voice reverberated in the secret chamber, Morgan could also clearly hear it.
[All warriors of the First Legion, attention. Immediately proceed to the marked location. Repeat, immediately proceed to the marked location. Abandon all combat missions and positions. Immediately proceed to the marked location.]
[From now on, our mission is one, our goal is one.]
[Immediately assemble at the marked location. Board the relic warship moored in low orbit. We will proceed directly to the Ran Dan battle moon.]
[Initiate boarding action.]
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