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The Raven Guard are a Chapter specializing in guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines and high-speed reactions to enemy strategic moves.

Created for the Great Crusade, the Legion Astartes serial number nineteen.

During the Horus Heresy, the Raven Guard were nearly destroyed by traitors during the Battle of Isstvan V.

Under the hard work of Corax and many raven guards, they finally survived and insisted on waiting for reinforcements.

The Raven Guard suffered heavy losses in that battle, and only a small number of warriors survived.

Afterwards, Corax tried to rebuild the Legion, but was destroyed by the Alpha Traitor Legion, resulting in failure.

After the multiverse empire came, the scientific research department optimized the design of this legion.

Eliminate the influence of Corax, join the transformation that is loyal to human beings and takes the survival of race as the highest mission.

It's not just the Raven Guard undergoing this transformation.

Rather, all Legions Astartes have undergone a similar transformation.

The Astartes are the most perfect soldiers, and also a sharp sword that can allow humans to deter their enemies.

But if this sharp sword fell into the hands of the enemy, it would be a big disaster.

For this reason, all fighters must add an insurance.

A recurrence of the tragedy of the Horus Heresy must be prevented.

Let them have the continuation of the human race as their highest purpose, not glory and loyalty.

The Raven Guard loves to exploit the weaknesses of their enemies to sabotage and infiltrate from within.

They are some of the best candidates for the infiltrator program.

In addition, the empire will train another batch of dedicated intelligence personnel for infiltration operations.

The two must cooperate closely to ensure that humans can obtain the core data of the main god's space.

So as to know what terrible things happened to the lost civilization of human beings.

The war orders were issued from the military strategic headquarters and conveyed to the exclusive training world of the Raven Guard.

Following the Heresy of Horus, the Legions Astartes were incorporated into the defenses of the Imperium.

All Legions Astartes have undergone a series of modifications.

Let them have more powerful abilities, and with various high-tech equipment, the combat power of the Raven Guard has also soared.

Became a true shadow.

With the transmission of the war order, the fighters of the Raven Guard Legion also rushed from all directions, gathered together, and waited for the enemy's attack.

With the help of the mechanical priest, these fighters have put on the latest type of combat armor.

Compared with their previous armor, these armors are the difference between heaven and earth.

The previous power armor was like a toy, not worth mentioning in front of the new armor.

Many soldiers gathered in the square, discussing the battle in low voices.

The wars that the multiverse empires are involved in are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Nor were the foes against which the Legions Astartes had to contend were not those they had known before.

Weirder and more incomprehensible.

For this reason, their battle armor is also more powerful, and even becomes a certain concept of existence.

These armors will ensure their victory for the benefit of the multiverse humanity.

The noisy discussion continued until a certain dark figure walked out from the corner.

His skin was pale, his hair was as black as ink, his eyes had no whites, only dark pupils.

Against the background of pale complexion, it looks like a demon walking from hell.

Even though it is weird and terrifying, this figure has a charm that makes people want to kneel and surrender.

He is Corax, the Primarch of the Raven Guard, the Supreme Commander, and the commander of this war.

"My lord, the Ministry of Strategy has sent an order, this is our war goal"~.

The company commander came up, and the window floating in front of him was jumping with data and text.

The window also bears the special mark of the Military Strategy Department of the Multiverse Empire, which means that this is a legitimate military operation authorized by the leader.

Corax didn't speak, just turned it on.

The company commander stepped back respectfully, leaving time for the primarch to think.

Corax wasn't in the Legion all the time.

All Astartes need to learn.

Even the Primarch needs to follow the Emperor to learn the ideology of the multiverse human empire.

Corax learns the application of various weapons, various tactics and enemy's strategy analysis in the Military Academy of Tiangong.

Every Primarch is an existence that amazes the students.

They are born for war, and anything for war will become extremely easy and simple in their hands.

Even in the multiverse empire where genetic technology is so popular, the talent possessed by the Primarch of War is still amazing.

"Disturb the main god's space and seize the core database of the main god's space as much as possible.

Corax whispered the main mission of the war.

"Yes, we need to seize the core database by any means. It will be related to the strategic deployment of the empire in the next stage. If we can get the core database of the main god's space, human beings will avoid many detours.""

The company commander said.

His speech is always cautious.

Even though he joined the Raven Guard Legion for the longest time, he still remained humble.

I have not used my qualifications to express any appeals.

"Let's go.

"Where to?"5

"Now that we have a target group, let's go and get rid of them as soon as possible.

Corax said. "Let those fellows know that shadows are terrible things. Go back to your posts, brothers, and we will show them the wrath of man."

The company commander bowed his head respectfully, "We will fulfill our mission.

The other fighters also cheered.

They left towards the light gate.

Imperial Military Strategy will send them where they need to go.

Crush those damn alien civilizations.

All reincarnations will taste the ubiquitous war and rebellion.

The space of the Lord God is vast and boundless, with stars and floating islands floating in it.

These stars and floating islands are the places where reincarnated people live.

They will continue to carry out the task of cosmic raids, and of course there will be moments of rest.

A magnificent suspended island stretches for tens of thousands of miles, vast and boundless, and its surface area is no less than that of the world of stars.

Here lives a power organization of reincarnation, Mozong.

Somewhere on the island echoed the noise of hammers on chisels and chisels on stones.

Skinny slaves are building palaces for their masters as best they can.

The reincarnated person wearing the Taoist robe of cultivation watched all this with no mercy in his eyes.

These are native slaves plundered from various universes.

They have no personality and rights.

They are only given to these high-ranking reincarnations as expendable flesh and blood workers.

Of course, this is not simply to build some palace, but to collect the fear and despair of these slaves, and use them to refine magic weapons.

The oppression of the natives can be seen everywhere in the space of the Lord God.

Some terrifying reincarnation cultivators even collect hundreds of thousands or millions of slaves and use them to practice their own magic skills.

Greedily absorbing the pain and despair of these people.

Continuously oppressing their spirit and body.

It wasn't until they became idiots or brain dead that they would be thrown away as food for monsters.

Some were even ground up and used as food for other slaves.

Just (good, good) formed a perfect closed loop, without any waste.

The reincarnators are patrolling the magnificent construction sites around them, and the refined magic weapon, the Six Demon Banners, is constantly absorbing the despair of those slave workers.

Every time they absorbed a wisp, the faces of these slave workers turned paler.

In the long run, the consequences can be imagined.

A slave laborer collapsed, almost dying.

But the practitioner who was in charge of guarding did not have any sympathy. As soon as he raised his hand, the slave laborer was grabbed out of thin air.

˙A lazy and disgusting guy like this should not live in this world.

As soon as he finished speaking, the practitioner felt something in his heart and turned his head to look.

Nothing was found, only a black shadow passing by in the distance, and there was nothing unusual.

His spiritual sense did not send out an alarm, and nothing could disappear without a trace under the practitioner's spiritual sense and protective array.

It should be that I have been too tired to practice during this period, and I have hallucinations.

Thinking of this, the reincarnation looked at the slave laborer who was caught in the air, and showed a cold smile.

The days here are too depressing, you need to have some fun.

A combination of work and rest is king.