Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 276 83, inheritance

In the world of Vikia, the terrible flames of war ignited this miserable world. Even though Commander Poole and Lance's fleet arrived in this world, they despairingly discovered that they were unable to save everyone.

They were unable to drive out the metal monsters that invaded this world, and could only hold on to bunkers and fortresses and save as many survivors as possible.

But even so, they can't hold on for too long. The enemy's technological weapons are more powerful than they have ever imagined. They must evacuate this world and take out the information about these metal monsters before they are completely defeated.

But this also means that not all survivors in this world can be saved, and some will inevitably be abandoned.

This was the cruelty of war, and the imperial officers present had no choice.

Every senior officer had a solemn expression on their face. They frequently went in and out of the command room with hurried steps.

The rescued survivors watched it all numbly.

Their homeland was destroyed and their enemies ravaged the place, but they were powerless to change anything.

Some nobles even approached Lance privately, hoping that the Imperial Fleet could evacuate this world as soon as possible. For this, they were willing to provide a considerable amount of funds for Lance's fleet.

As for the ugly faces of the nobles at this time, the exhausted Lance did not get angry, but silently drove them out of his office.

For the orphans who survived the war, the alien invasion left an indelible shadow in their young worldview.

When the young soldier Sano looked down from the observation hole of the fortress, he knew another cruel truth.

His teacher was killed in the battle, and as a teenager he was powerless to do anything but watch his teacher's body die.

Sano tried every possible way and finally got the recorder left by his teacher. It is a device that is equipped in every soldier's bulletproof vest. Generally speaking, these recorders will be recycled by the Military Affairs Department.

But the officer in charge of military supplies seemed to have sympathy for Sano. Unable to bear the loss of his family and teacher, he begged for mercy and finally handed the recorder to him.

In the recorder, Sano saw the teacher's last battle before his death. The man with a golden double-headed eagle tattooed on his face did not surrender until the last moment of his life.

This unyielding scene moved Sano and brought him some comfort - according to what the priests said, the souls of loyal and fearless soldiers would return to the throne after death.

As for what it means for the soul to return to the throne.

In Sano's understanding, that means going to the Emperor's divine realm. In that heaven, every loyal person will receive the due reward, gain eternal life, and accompany the eternal Emperor.

"May your soul return to the throne. You will definitely go there. As your student, one day we will meet again beside your majesty's throne, teacher." Sano murmured to himself.

Sano, who is only a teenager, cannot imagine what he will look like when he grows up. Growing up in war, the best future he can imagine is to be reunited with his family and teacher under the throne after he dies in battle.

Through the video from the recorder, he heard the teacher roaring in a hoarse voice.

The wound that penetrated the lungs made the roar lose its original tone.

The silver-white monster that looked like a metal skeleton was indifferent and had no emotions at all.

The teacher's muscular body in combat uniform was easily penetrated by the opponent's weapon.

His hands waved the monomolecular sword weakly, stabbing the enemy repeatedly and in vain.

Even until his body was lifted up by the metal skeleton, he showed no fear, but just spat blood and cursed these silver monsters.

For these low-level soldiers, they didn't know what these monsters were, but from the teacher, Sano heard the word "alien".

Although Sano was only a teenager, his eyes were filled with strong and lingering hatred. He could not tell how many alien races there were in the galaxy, but the seeds of hatred for all aliens had already been planted in his young heart.

In the brief battle recorded in the teacher's recorder, this strong warrior never retreated until the last moment of his life.

When those dark green rays flew over my head.

The cultists, chanting blasphemous slogans, also charged towards the Imperial lines at the same time.

In Sano's memory, no matter what kind of battle he encountered, this man never retreated, and always led his subordinates to fight life and death with the enemies of the empire.

Sano had asked more than once what the meaning of risking one's life was in war.

But every time this happened, the taciturn man would just smile and never give him a direct answer.

This man had witnessed the Primarch's resurrection on Ophelia VII, and on the outskirts of the Hymn Cathedral Square, he had listened to the Primarch's words and cheered for the hope that was coming for humanity.

He once followed the expeditionary corps to rescue his compatriots from the invasion of Chaos on the world of Varro, stood on the armor of the Rust tank, and cheered for the victory with countless battle brothers.

At that time, their wills came together and the whole world trembled because of them.

He had been on Belia IV, fighting alongside the Warmaster and celebrating the defeat of the demons.

He had followed countless soldiers and, at the Warmaster's coronation ceremony, he and his compatriots shouted at the top of their lungs, "Long live the Emperor, Long live the Warmaster!"

He witnessed the resurrection of the Primarch and the rise of the Warmaster, and he walked proudly among the joyful people, bringing the glory of the Empire to the suffering people.

In Sano's heart, his teacher is an angel, and the angels of the Emperor and the Warmaster have never been far away from the crowd.

He brought enlightenment and hope to this world, and now he has sacrificed his life for this world and returned to the Warmaster like an angel.

"For the Emperor, for the Warmaster, for the golden years!" In the image of the recorder, the man roared with all his might.

Sano covered his mouth. Returning to the throne is the most desired destination for every warrior, but when this moment really came, he still couldn't bear to look at it and tried his best to control his tears from falling.

The man was his teacher and also the instructor of their young army.

At that time, men always liked to say that it was the incompetence of adults like them that forced the children to go to the battlefield.

Sano disagrees.

The empire has millions of worlds, and which world has not experienced war?

Peace does not exist, and that golden age is just an unattainable dream.

The man had actually foreseen his own death a long time ago.

When those metal skeletons appeared on the battlefield, Sano saw an unprecedented heaviness on his teacher's face.

He even wrote his own suicide note and handed over all his treasured possessions to the surviving young soldiers.

It was more than half a person’s height and contained a whole bag of throne coins.

Sano was once shocked by the man's wealth. Throne coins were hard currency within the empire. In all human worlds, these throne coins were enough for a man to live an extravagant life for the rest of his life.

The man said that these throne coins were brought back from a museum by his battle-brother.

Sano couldn't understand which museum could be so rich.

In addition, there is a blood-stained family portrait and a photo of a man and a girl.

If Chaos had not invaded Ophelia VII, the second holy place, when the man was fifteen years old.
This warrior with a resolute appearance once dreamed of living an ordinary life.

At the end of the video, the man’s combat uniform was torn into pieces easily, and the dark green metal spear pierced the man’s body several times in a row.

The blade-like sharp blade pierced through his flesh and bones and came out from his back. He shook for a moment and spat out the last mouthful of blood.

Then the metal skeleton kicked his frail body out.

Watching his body twitching unconsciously and becoming motionless bit by bit.

The earth was burned by the flames of war, the sky was twisted into a huge vortex, the empire was in collapse, and the troops were constantly shrinking their defenses.

Countless soldiers roared, but were drowned out by the silent and cold space skeletons.

Soldiers fell one after another, their deaths were silent and unremembered. The prisoners who were transformed into servitors fell one after another in the trenches.

In the Imperial Command,

"We can't hold out much longer. If you want to save those poor people, do it as soon as possible."

An astropath coughed violently and spat out some green blood clots.

It's not just the Necrons that invade this world, but also the minions of Chaos.

The cultists and sorcerers decapitated the Imperial command and nearly wiped out the top commanders.

Fortunately, the conspiracy was discovered in time, and most officers were only slightly injured and did not die on the spot.

However, the Empire's psykers suffered serious trauma in their confrontation with the Chaos Wizards.

"We can't take all the survivors."

Commander Poole's virtual projection was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke,
"We can't ask for more. Lance, organize a rescue team and take as many as you can. Prioritize taking those children away from this damn hell. Their young lives should not die here."

The fighting was so bad that it was unbelievable.

They faced an entirely new situation, one never before seen in the records of the Empire.

The Necrons would unite with the defilers of Chaos.

At the beginning, the Imperial fleet was able to rely on its powerful firepower to penetrate the Necrons' defenses and enter Vikia's low-Earth orbit.

But with the emergence of Chaos, the enemy's fierce counterattack was beyond their expectations.

Under the current circumstances, if they want to evacuate safely, they must leave the battlefield before the enemy's encirclement is formed.

Countless Thunderbird gunboats flew through the air, engaging in fire bombardment with enemy aircraft to open a safe passage for the Empire's evacuation ships.

It is an established fact that the Wikia world has been abandoned.

"Commander, we may have one last way." Lance's voice suddenly sounded in the command center.

As he spoke, the young imperial hero drew a symbol on his chest with his fingers.

"You mean," Commander Poole looked over, "to set up an Imperial beacon before evacuating?"

Poole was silent. He wanted to say that this was impossible. They did not have so much time, and the Necrons and Chaos Daemons would not give them this opportunity.

But when he saw the young man's bright eyes, he swallowed back all his words of rebuttal.

"Just do it." Poole patted Lance's shoulder. Only then did he realize with surprise that this once young boy had grown into a strong and sturdy man.

Like an eagle spreading its wings, strong and unwilling to admit defeat.

"Come back alive." As the commander, Poole gave the last order to the engineer and Lieutenant Commander Lance.

"Yes, sir!"

Thanks to the efforts of the Imperial Army, a platform was cleared for transport planes to land, and an evacuation channel for the air battlefield was also established.

The young soldier Sano boarded the transport plane together with other children.

His world was riddled with holes due to the destruction of aliens and heretics.

He knew that once he stepped onto the transport plane, he and these children would become wanderers without family or homeland.

But they also have no choice.

Humiliation, or maybe anger.

There is flame rising in Sano's eyes, the seeds of hatred are taking root and sprouting, and one day they will grow into towering trees.

Sano saw that the main force of the imperial army had not yet withdrawn.

Engineers and servitors were constructing some kind of building. Dozens of state church priests gathered around the building, forming a square formation.

Further out, there are layers of defense lines built by imperial soldiers.

As the construction progressed, Sano could still hear the monsters' rapid screams even while sitting in the transport plane.

He could hear the panic in the voice.

"It turns out that these scary monsters also have things they are afraid of."

"They are afraid of us."

Sano thought with some joy in his heart that those screams filled with panic sounded so pleasant at this moment.

He saw the Anglican priests wearing scarlet clerical robes, singing loudly.

The priests' bodies were burning with flames that seemed real and unreal. They sang like martyrs, and countless anti-gravity preaching devices continued to expand their voices.

Until it spreads to the entire battlefield, to every corner of the Wikia world, and to the unspeakable sky.

Everywhere in the vast galaxy was filled with screams of pain. This was a universe shrouded in darkness.

The God-Emperor does not need the Empire, but the Empire needs the God-Emperor.

The eternal emperor praised by hundreds of millions of people.

Survival and hope, these are the only things human beings seek.

"The Divine Emperor! He is crying!"

Suddenly, Sano heard someone screaming in disbelief.

On the ruins of the shattered city, a golden teardrop dripped from the statue of the emperor, which was half destroyed but still standing.

Looking at the Emperor statue shedding tears, the priest's arms danced wildly in fanatical faith, and all the golden skulls on the scarlet priest robe collided with each other, making a rattling sound.

“He is watching over us!”

In a conclusion that seemed like the final word, all the priests with flames burning on their bodies knelt devoutly on the cold ground.

They were also shedding tears, their vocal cords bleeding from their screams, but they were still chanting devoutly.

Fanatical faith, sacred prayers.

High in the sky, a circular shadow like flaming thorns slowly emerged.

When the transport plane that Sano was on was about to leave the Vikia world, he saw countless warriors walking out of the flames and washing over the battlefield like a torrent.

The front of heretics and aliens was quickly digested like cake.

He watched this scene in disbelief, and suddenly, his pupils trembled violently, because among the group of soldiers walking out of the flames, he saw a familiar figure.

The man seemed to feel his gaze as well, and turned his head to look into his eyes across the long distance.

The transport plane quickly took off and Sano's vision was no longer clear.

But he smiled from the bottom of his heart, because he knew that the man was his teacher.

(End of this chapter)