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Chapter 32 The time for revenge has come!

 "You went to see your daughter secretly."

Emperor's Dream.

In the golden command room, there are only two people, the Imperial Regent and the Emperor.

The Emperor sat on his throne, and next to the throne was Malcador's personal desk, which he used to process official documents.

Malcador raised his head from the endless busyness.

Staring at his master.

"How did you notice it?" This command room is located at the top of the deck tower. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the endless and deep black void in front of you.

The Emperor stared into the endless void, and the battleships sailed at a constant speed on the velvet curtain.

The light of three suns is shining, and the one that occupies the largest field of view is a red giant star with obvious abnormality, named Baal-Alpha. The other star shining with faint blue light is farther away, only the size of the moon.

Its name is Bar-Beta. The last star is a white dwarf. Because it is too far away and has problems with the star itself, the light it emits is almost invisible, but its own gravity and radiation still significantly affect the environment of the entire stellar system.

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This is the Barr Galaxy, located at the edge of the left spiral arm of the Milky Way.

But far above the arc.

From the perspective of the Emperor and Malcador, the stars and their constellations looked like they were lying on a seamless bed of pure black.

A ghostly halo of the Oort cloud shimmers in the distance above and below. The light from the triple sun is reflected on the planets rotating along the long orbit. There are flickering shimmers caused by strong reflectivity everywhere.
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"I can't detect your whereabouts."

Malcador said, "But I can see the smile on your face, my lord.

The last time we saw the same smile, we were talking about Primarch Nine, and it looked like you were really happy with your only daughter."

"I just remembered some things that happened."

The Emperor cleverly changed the subject and gave the order, "Imager."

The ceiling above my head is cracked.

A precise and thin brass pipe stretches out from the gap, and its end stretches outward like a spider's legs, revealing the microscopic glass lens hidden inside.

With the clicking sound of the microscopic lens, a strong photon projection appeared in front of the emperor and regent.

Baal and his two satellites rotate in the projection.

The red planet is full of thirsty deserts and radiation clouds left behind by cruel wars.

With the will of the human emperor.

The picture in the strong photon projection quickly zoomed in, and finally focused on a battlefield on Bawei, the final battlefield between pure-blooded people and ferocious mutants.

A brief but extremely brutal firefight had just ended. The thirsty desert was dyed red with blood. The ferocious and huge corpse of the mutant beast lay on the scrapped chariot, and its muscles were roasted by the overheated steel, making a hissing sound.
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Every detail in the picture is so clearly visible.

Even Malcador was distracted from his endless busyness.

He was really curious as to what kind of original body it was that could make his master smile twice.

He didn't wait long.

Soon.

The blood-colored sand was torn apart by a huge pure white wing, and the Valkyrie in bronze armor fell from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.

Malcador's brows furrowed.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is a bit too perfect.

There are also the pair of wings that are obviously a gift from subspace. The human body structure is destined to make it impossible to rely on wings to fly.

Her connection with subspace is too profound.

Malcador had a worried look on his face.

He raised his head and glanced at his emperor, who was shrouded in a faint glow.

Like a sculpture, there is still no expression on the face.

Of course, the emperor could also be aware of the problems he could see, and his considerations could only be deeper and more long-term than his own.

"Is this some kind of arrangement by the emperor?"

Malcador concentrated his thoughts and looked at the projection in front of him again.

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On the battlefield of Ba Wei Er.

Sanguinius glanced at the sky thoughtfully.

The wind and sand are howling, and the sky is gray. Even though the original body has visual perception capabilities that far exceed those of ordinary people, the visible range is not high.

But instinctively——

Sanguinius sensed a feeling of being watched.

"Is it the father?" Sanguinius thought, but she quickly came to her senses, "I cannot be distracted by such unimportant things."

The Order of the Scarlet Skull is a formidable enemy.

More powerful than all previous opponents put together.

Now, although this monster has been cornered, the injured and dying beast is the most dangerous.

Sanguinius did not dare to let down his guard at all.

Her eyes passed over the battlefield and finally landed on the ruins of the city.

Bloody smoke is rising slowly.

The smoke is not from the burning of the flames, but from the evil sacrifice.

Countless corpses hang down from the rusty railway tracks like bugs caught by spiders; on the huge metal billboards, the brightly colored content has been erased and replaced by bloody eight-pointed star symbols.

There are also mutants, monsters who have been contaminated by the power of chaos and have no human characteristics.

Some have huge dragon-like wings spread out from their backs, and others have compound eyes that shine like insects. These monsters seem to be spliced ​​from several completely different lives, and they exude a blasphemous and filthy haze.

Light.

"Sacrifice."

Cano said, "They were performing some kind of ritual, and I could hear the monsters screaming."

"We have to launch an attack before the ceremony is completed." The angel walked forward, holding the huge bronze spear tightly in his hand.

There are no traces of mechanical modification on this spear.

The only feature is its sturdiness.

But with the original body's inherent speed and strength, the destructive power such a spear can unleash is beyond imagination.

The heavy armor of a main battle armored vehicle can be pierced as easily as tofu.

"Now!"

The angel made up his mind and raised his spear.

She spread her wings to ride the storm, carrying her body into the air.

Light!

Star-like radiance bloomed on her body.

The dust that had been roaring for thousands of years stopped at this moment. The angel's pupils and long hair seemed to be burning, creating a bright and exploding halo in mid-air.

"Fighters, this is the time for revenge!"

"Revenge!"

The tsunami-like war roars of the mountains came from the mouths of men, women, the elderly, and children.

The long night that lasts for ten thousand years will end today. After this battle, Baal will once again regain its former purity, and those cruel variants will disappear from the stage of history.

"Kill!"

The angel flaps its wings, like a meteor of destruction piercing the darkness.

Kano roared loudly, his chest trembling.
Chapter completed!
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