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"Overlord, great Overlord."
"The Warmaster is calling you."
"A new war has begun."
"Slaughter, obliterate, conquer, burn..."
"For the great destiny of our race to conquer the galaxy, everything is permitted, everything should be insane."
Compared to its brethren, the Overlord was somewhat taller, and even more burly and grotesque. Its body, and even the sides of its face, were covered in hideous scars, but it cherished them, always refusing to have them smoothed or healed.
It awoke from its throne. Beneath its feet lay countless prostrate slaves, who came from various races. Some were once the kings and princes of various pocket empires that carved up worlds and star systems, while others were conquered individuals whose faith had been shattered in war.
Of course, the most numerous were various types of humans. They were fragile, frail, varied in form, and their numbers were immeasurable.
The quantity of this weak species, their monarchs and realms, were so numerous that the Overlord itself had personally slain nearly a dozen individuals who called themselves "Kings of Humanity" or "Lords of Humanity" in its past conquests.
"Overlord..."
The only two standing in the room were the Overlord's brethren and adjutants. They were responsible for the tedious matters that the Overlord disdained: reporting, documents, or driving those pathetic slaves to consume the enemy's ammunition and stamina, paving the way for the true assault.
"The Warmaster wishes to see you. He hopes that after you complete your rest, you will immediately go to meet him."
"I know."
"I will go, immediately."
The Overlord replied somewhat helplessly. It did not particularly want to meet the Warmaster. Although their relationship was not bad—in fact, the Warmaster was its literal adoptive father, who personally pulled it from the lowest depths of madness and filth, raising it as its most trusted arm, most proud creation, and most capable weapon.
That was a long time ago. Ever since it became the undisputed Overlord, it had always forced itself to forget that past.
"Now, where have we arrived?"
The Overlord spoke. It stood up, casually choosing a weapon from the weapons rack. The higher-ranking slaves were allowed to stand up as well, cautiously donning its armor.
"We have reached our destination, Overlord. The vanguard forces are launching probing attacks. If nothing goes wrong, we will complete our objective by passing through the star system ahead, which humans call [Sabis]."
"Sabis star system..."
The Overlord mused, it selected a weapon, playfully twirling it, seemingly enjoying this leisurely time. But its adjutant could not be as calm. This somewhat frail individual first irritably kicked over a slave, then mustered the courage to speak.
"Overlord, the Warmaster's side..."
"I said, I know, I will go!"
The Overlord spoke dully, its tone tinged with the fury unique to a warrior. It was extremely dissatisfied with such matters: everyone feared the Warmaster, everyone treated its slightest breath as a major event that could shatter heaven and earth. This made it feel annoyed and frustrated, because the more this happened, the more it realized the terrifying chasm between itself and its adoptive father.
"When the time is right, I will go. Probably just when..."
[Probably just after the battle begins? When you once again seek out so-called opponents on the battlefield?]
A sharp, unreasonable voice suddenly came from behind, echoing wantonly in the room. But the Overlord showed no further surprise. It was silent for a moment, then sighed, and turned around.
Just as it had guessed: its overly frail adjutant was now holding its head high, its eyes glowing with a faint, dark purple light, its limbs constantly twitching, like a terrifying puppet with its neck clamped, suspended in mid-air.
Here we go again...
"If you still cannot curb this interest, those old men will still not trust you, my lord."
It spoke, its tone filled with utmost respect. In any case, its adoptive father had indeed changed its originally gloomy life.
[If it were before, I would indeed care. Speaking of which, my child, you are now so indifferent to me, my dear child. I clearly remember not long ago, you would still call me father.]
[Are you still angry, my Carmen?]
"No, I am not, Warmaster."
[Overlord Carmen] maintained its humble demeanor. They spoke politely, as if they were true father and son, with occasional disagreements.
Of course, to the slaves kneeling nearby, it was just two terrifying beings arguing in a guttural, incomprehensible language.
"Then, what exactly are your commands, my lord?"
[Can't a nurturer simply care about their most proud creation?]
"War is imminent. I believe you would not do that."
This reply made the Warmaster laugh. Its laughter was a strange mixture, like a piercing cough accompanied by the sound of two rusted blades grinding against each other.
[Alright, Carmen, my child, it seems you are still angry with me. Let me think, why is this? Is it because of that human, that human warrior named Azriel? I haven't misremembered the name, have I? I still remember those humans calling him an Astartes Captain?]
"That's not important, Father."
Finally, Carmen changed his address.
"What that human is called isn't important. What's important is that he was a warrior, an opponent. And that was a single duel, a fair duel that should have ended fiercely, completely, and honorably."
"Not like the past reality: your power directly interfered in that battle, using only a whisper to turn that warrior into a fool who couldn't even breathe, making his life and martial arts vanish meaninglessly!"
[Hahahahaahaha...]
The Warmaster was laughing. Its laughter filled Carmen with genuine fear.
It finally remembered what it was afraid of.
The Warmaster, its nurturer, or rather, the name often used by its opponents and subordinates: the great and cunning Manipulator, the one among many Warmasters who instilled the deepest, coldest dread.
What kind of being was it? With just the aid of the war moon beneath their feet, coupled with millions of mind-control collars, the Warmaster, or rather the Manipulator, could control everything in its hands: a Rangdan Imperial fleet, a celestial-grade war moon, hundreds of capital warships, thousands of battle-hardened Rangdan elite warriors, and tens of thousands of Rangdan soldiers, and millions of slaves of various races.
It perfectly controlled them, controlling their every move, their life and death, their honor and disgrace. A single thought from it was enough to make hundreds of Rangdan elite warriors fearlessly charge into hell, or to arbitrarily squeeze those slaves, making the war moon beneath its feet unleash terrifying firepower that should be almost impossible.
It could do all that.
[Carmen, my beloved Carmen.]
After a while, the Warmaster seemed to have laughed enough. So, like a true father, it continuously sighed in a low voice.
[This is indeed my fault, my child. I shouldn't have let you read so many books, those so-called honors and rules... Heh...]
[Perhaps in the past, I would have magnanimously forgiven your childish tantrum. But now, it won't do, Carmen. You know what we are doing. I absolutely cannot let a so-called duel interfere with all this.]
[You know what will happen if we are exposed. In fact, when you insisted on that duel, we almost exposed ourselves.]
[Speaking of which, I think you should still remember our plan, right?]
Carmen nodded, instinctively affirming his adoptive father's reply, but this rigid dogma was met with a burst of laughter.
[Alright, it seems I need to say it again.]
[Right before us, in that star system humans call Sabis, a primordial relic is buried there: a pure technological creation from thousands of years ago, a true stargate. Through it, we can move rapidly across all nearby star sectors.]
[And now, we are about to do just that.]
[As long as the power in my hands, as long as my armies and fleets pass through there, we can appear behind the human defensive lines and, together with the rest of the main fleets on the front lines, encircle their most elite forces. This will be a great victory, an epic of glory for our race. As long as we can achieve all this, then no one can prevent the ultimate victory of this war from falling into our hands.]
[Their fleets will be annihilated, their worlds will burn, their Imperium will be drowned in blood and suffering, becoming the final stepping stone for our race to conquer the galaxy.]
[This is my grand plan, and I should have brought more power to complete it, but I cannot. They do not support me. Instead, they are obsessed with that grand plan in the northern galaxy. They crave the annihilation of the so-called Eleventh Legion. They are fixated on trivial gains.]
[But fortunately, I successfully obtained permission to use the latest camouflage technology. Our fleet will adjust to the human fleet's parameters to deceive them and gain the first move in this war.]
[But this is far from enough.]
[So, I need your power, my Carmen, my dearest child. I don't care what fantasies you hold about so-called combat, but this time, you must listen to me. You need to lead the vanguard legion and land on that planet. It possesses the essential instruments to activate that stargate. Take it, my child, for our great victory, take it.]
The Manipulator wanted to say more, but a message from the front lines interrupted it. Carmen, meanwhile, took the opportunity to take a deep breath.
[Oh, what did you say?]
[The defenders' fleet?]
[Are those the Dark Angels?]
[No problem. Proceed as planned.]
Taking advantage of the interval in his adoptive father's orders, the Overlord also opened his authority network, connecting to the front line's real-time situation, observing the ongoing firefight.
Everything was reflected in its eyes:
The Rangdan vanguard fleet slowly entered the Sabis star system from Mandeville Point. Before them were a few scattered warships, painted with swords and wings.
Using a unique camouflage technique, the Rangdan fleet successfully sent out a distress signal from a human fleet they had annihilated. And just as the human warships opposite began to slowly turn around, the invaders opened fire.
The first volley of cannon fire came from the Rangdan warships' unannounced surprise attack, blowing the horn for this invasion.
Then...
Then Carmen personally witnessed how the Dark Angels' warships unleashed a hundredfold counterattack almost simultaneously. They showed not the slightest hesitation, nor did they use communications to continue communicating, or try to resolve any possible misunderstandings.
The few Rangdan vanguard warships were destroyed before they could even open fire. And the main ship behind them was stuck within Mandeville Point, becoming the target of hundreds of torpedoes.
Under the Overlord's gaze, that warship completely turned into dust in the void.
The Dark Angels' counterattack was powerful, swift, unscrupulous, and utterly ruthless.
It was as if their cannons were specifically aimed at their own allies.
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