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After five years of bloody battles on the periphery, the entire outer star field of Randan came under the complete control of the Empire.

Hundreds of vassal planets were completely liberated, and the alien cannon fodder hordes, the pervasive spiritual corruption, and the deep-space ambushes and annihilations that had plagued the region for years vanished into thin air. The wreckage of the battle moons crumbled into lifeless rubble deep within the cosmos, and the once impenetrable outer defense perimeter was utterly crushed into dust. The Empire's million space soldiers, hundreds of billions of auxiliary troops, endless fleets, and Titan mechs, after replenishment and rotation, were fully equipped, their formations impeccable, and their fighting spirit soared to its peak.

Inside the flagship command center, Huang Feng gazed into the depths of the star map.

At the very core of the star field, more than ten giant planets, completely shrouded in a dense, eerie purple spiritual mist, float silently. This is the primordial territory of the Randan alien civilization, the birthplace of countless high-level aberrations, and the source of spiritual pollution throughout the entire star field. Compared to the scattered, ragtag garrison on the periphery, relying on the enslavement of alien races, the garrison in the core star field consists entirely of purebred, high-level Randan aliens. Each possesses formidable individual combat strength, masterful mental manipulation, and a complete core fortress system and interstellar combat capabilities.

"Advance with the entire army and launch a full-scale attack on the core star region of Ran Dan."

At Huang Feng's command, the empire's main force, which had been lying dormant for five years, was mobilized.

Five thousand battleships formed the ultimate battle line, pressing forward, while countless escort ships and cruisers laid out a three-dimensional blockade network. The Titan swarm and the Knight mech fleet followed closely behind, and hundreds of billions of ground combat troops simultaneously completed their orbital deployment preparations. The six main legions pressed forward across the board. The Dark Angels guarded the main front, holding firm against the high-level mental storm overflowing from the core star system; the Thousand Sons Legion deployed a layered psionic barrier across the entire region, completely isolating large-scale mental manipulation; the Iron Warriors constructed progressive offensive and defensive fortifications on the spot, steadily eroding the core territory; and the Holy Blood Angels remained mobile and ready, poised to strike at the crucial moment to break the deadlock.

The army had just stepped into the boundary of the core star field when deep space suddenly trembled.

Two massive spatial rifts simultaneously tore through the sea of ​​stars, and two planetary battle moons, even larger and more sinister than the one on the outer edge, slowly appeared.

Unlike the dilapidated fortresses on the periphery, these two core battle moons are the ultimate interstellar weapons forged by the Randan civilization with its primal energy. Their surfaces are covered in immortal, distorted flesh armor, crisscrossed by gleaming spiritual patterns. Thousands of planetary-level distorted main cannons are aimed at the Imperial fleet. Inside, a massive number of high-level alien guards, a dedicated flagship cluster, and ultimate spiritual amplification cores reside. These two moons, one on the left and one on the right, lock down the entrance to the entire core star system, forming an unbreakable interstellar blockade. The surging, violent spiritual waves nearly shattered the Empire's outer psionic shield.

Countless high-level purebred Randan warships surged out from the docks of the two battle moons, forming a tight core fleet battle formation. They were no longer the miscellaneous enslaved ships of the past. Each warship was equipped with a high-level mental interference and aberration energy main cannon, releasing superimposed mental pressure in unison. The entire starry sky was instantly shrouded in a terrifying purple mist.

"Divide forces to break the deadlock."

Huang Feng remained calm and issued orders: "Saint Gilles, lead the Holy Blood Angels assault fleet to launch a strong attack on the left-side battle moon. Magnus, you lead the Thousand Sons psionic main force, in conjunction with the psionic staff, to attack the right-side battle moon. Simultaneous boarding from both sides, completely destroy both star-moon cores, leaving neither one intact."

The two original entities responded and moved.

Saint Gilles spearheaded the attack, leading the Blood Angels' all-domain assault fleet into battle. Countless assault pods and air-dropped torpedoes pierced through the barrage of artillery fire and mental fog, precisely striking the surface of the left-hand combat moon. The angelic warriors, suppressing their thirst for power throughout, displayed unparalleled brute force, their melee blades tearing through the bodies of high-level aliens, their heavy weapons shattering the distorted defensive structures. Saint Gilles charged forward alone, spear in hand, piercing through layers of flesh and blood, fighting his way to the core of the star-moon, where he personally crushed the internal mental control center.

The left-side battle moon, having lost its core support, instantly collapsed. The internal shipyard exploded in a chain reaction, all the planetary main cannons blew up, the crust cracked and collapsed layer by layer, and the massive celestial structure disintegrated in the sea of ​​stars. Endless debris, engulfed in flames, fell into deep space and vanished into nothingness.

On the other side, Magnus led his entire army of a thousand sons to unleash their power.

Relying on the Legion's enhanced resistance to psychic energy and the extreme amplification from its exclusive staff, the Thousand Sons psychic barrier withstood the mental storm raging from the right-hand battle moon. Endless psychic runes covered the star's surface, forcibly sealing the alien's mental array and dismantling all of its energy conduction and manipulation capabilities. Psychic artillery precisely pierced the star's defensive weaknesses, disintegrating its flesh and armor layer by layer and destroying its energy hubs. Magnus personally stepped into the star-moon's core, unleashing a torrent of psychic energy that utterly annihilated all the high-level aliens and the main control core within.

The battle moon on the right shattered in response, even more thoroughly than the first one. Its primordial spiritual energy was stripped away and purified layer by layer by the Thousand Sons Spiritual Energy Array. The entire ultimate interstellar fortress was forcibly dismantled and destroyed, leaving no room for further battle.

With the destruction of the Twin Star Moons, the outermost ultimate barrier of the Ran Dan core star field completely collapsed.

Without the blessing of the stars and moon, the core alien fleet was leaderless, its mental linkage completely severed, and it was quickly defeated and annihilated under the saturation bombardment of the Empire's main fleet.

From then on, the imperial army faced no further obstacles and officially began its full-scale war to reclaim more than ten core planets.

The following year was a year of overwhelming crackdown.

The Dark Angels and the 11 Legions pushed forward head-on, their willpower shields resisting the strongest mental impact from the core star system. The pitch-black battle formations did not retreat an inch, crushing the surface garrisons of every core planet. The Iron Warriors, relying on top-tier weaponry, quickly built forward fortresses, stabilizing every reclaimed territory, and their heavy firepower razed all alien nests. The Thousand Sons purified the mental pollution across the entire domain, cutting off all possibilities of alien resurrection and mental parasitism. The Holy Blood Angels moved at high speed, pinpointing and killing high-ranking alien commanders hidden in various places.

The fleet maintained sustained firepower suppression in orbit, the Titan clusters landed to launch an attack, the Knight mechs traversed the battlefield, hundreds of billions of auxiliary troops swept through the enemy lines, and the 19th and 20th Legions infiltrated to eliminate any remaining stragglers.

Over the course of a full year, the empire recovered, purified, and took control of all ten-odd core planets that had existed in Randan for tens of thousands of years.

The vast Randan star system is a land of expansive territory, numerous fortresses, and countless alien races. In the end, only one pure land remains—the Randan Throne World.

This is the spiritual origin of the entire star field, the sacred land of the Randan civilization, and the residence of the supreme emperor of Randan. The entire planet is shrouded in an endless, thick mist of primordial spirit, with countless giant spiritual spires rising from its surface and countless distorted patterns penetrating deep into its core. The entire planet itself is a weapon of spiritual warfare.

When the Imperial army approached the airspace above the Throne World, the final battle officially began.

The fog of the Throne World suddenly surged, and several towering figures stepped out of the air, standing above the planet's orbit, facing the entire imperial army.

Those were several high-level pseudo-original aliens of Ran Dan, completely replicating the original's physical form and possessing the original's physique and spiritual domain.

Unlike the weak imitation Primal Body on the outer perimeter, these are the ultimate combat forces nurtured by Emperor Ran Dan by extracting his own essence and refining the energy of the core star field. Each of them possesses physical strength, domain suppression, and combat instincts comparable to the orthodox Primal Body, and are the last gatekeepers of the Throne World.

Immediately following, the spiritual mist over the entire starry sky suddenly contracted and converged.

A supreme and colossal phantom rose from the core of the Throne World, towering above all pseudo-primitive entities, its eyes cold and its will violent, wielding all spiritual power over the entire Ran Dan Star Region.

Emperor Randan, in the present world.

The ultimate confrontation has now taken shape.

Without Huang Feng needing to say anything more, the four Primal Bodies present stepped forward in unison, their fighting spirit palpable.

Ryan, Magnus, Peturabo, and Sangilius each locked onto a Primarch-like Xenomorph, and the four Primarchs simultaneously engaged in battle, each tasked with a specific Primarch-level enemy. The Dark Angels' shadowy attacks, the Thousand Sons' psionic overload, the Iron Warriors' crushing assault, and the Blood Angels' ferocious charges all erupted simultaneously. Four Primarch-level battles raged concurrently in the Throne World's orbit, the earth-shattering clashes tearing through the stars and shattering the clouds.

On the entire battlefield, only the supreme Emperor Ran Dan remained, for Huang Feng to face off against.

Huang Feng slowly stepped out of the flagship command hall, facing the spiritual ruler of the entire star field alone.

Emperor Randan unleashed a spiritual roar that shook the starry sea. Endless primordial spiritual power transformed into a monstrous wave, attempting to instantly submerge, bewitch, and control all imperial forces. Countless distorted spiritual illusions, extreme fear, and the will to enslave all beings swept wildly in all directions.

This is the spiritual essence accumulated by the Randan civilization over thousands of years. It is the ultimate power to enslave countless races and rule the entire star field, enough to instantly overturn the mind of an army and tear apart the will of ordinary strongmen.

But in front of Huang Feng, all false spirits have nowhere to hide.

Behind her, a pure white, pristine eagle flag with sacred patterns slowly unfurled.

Without explosive artillery fire or booming combat power, the Zero Eagle Banner radiated an extremely pure and absolutely dominant light of will. All the violent mental waves instantly stopped, and all the alien thoughts that were bewitching, dominating, and corroding were imprisoned, suppressed, and guided.

Emperor Randan's spiritual domain crumbled inch by inch, its supreme spiritual power completely suppressed. It frantically urged its primal power to resist, only to find that all its spiritual power was being forcibly drawn, stripped away, and extracted by the Zero Eagle Banner.

This is a crushing defeat in terms of dimensions, an absolute suppression in terms of power.

The form of Emperor Randan began to twist and disintegrate. The ultimate spiritual source upon which it depended for its existence could not be controlled and was continuously devoured, absorbed, and assimilated along with the light patterns of the eagle banner.

It let out a final, unwilling roar, but not even a ripple of mental energy could be transmitted.

In an instant, the Supreme Emperor Ran Dan, who dominated the star field, enslaved all races, and created endless wars, had his physical body shattered and his will vanish. His entire original spiritual core was completely, cleanly, and completely absorbed by the Zero Eagle Flag.

With the fall of Emperor Randan, the spiritual mist that filled the Throne World quickly dissipated, the spiritual spires that had stood for millennia collapsed one by one, and the distorted origin deep within the Earth's core was completely extinguished.

On the other side, the four Primarchs simultaneously defeated their respective opponents, and several Primarchoid Xenomorphs were all killed, completely eradicating all of Ran Dan's high-end combat power.

The starry sky returned to its clear state, and the flames of war were completely extinguished.

The six-year-long war in the Randan Starfield has now come to an end.