Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 279 86, Khan's Lightning
The boarding deck was bustling with activity, as countless fitters and mechanical engineers prepared the war machinery for airdrop.

The current commander of the White Scars, Kuosaro, looked at the warriors in front of him who were making final preparations.

Kuosaro stood on the bridge, overlooking the star in front of him that was ablaze with war.

His brows were slightly furrowed, with a lingering doubt in them.

According to the analysis of the Legion think tank, even with the power of the Orcs, this world will not be able to resist the invasion of the Zerg Fleet. Even if the White Scars, who are famous for their speed, come to support at full speed, they will only get the same result.

Kuosaro thought that he would see a barren world devoured by the swarm of insects.

But it seems that the war has continued smoothly to this day, and the Zerg does not seem to have achieved a decisive victory.

Of course, he also doesn't want the world to be conquered by the Tyranid swarm, but as a commander, he must be alert to all abnormal situations.

In a rapidly changing battlefield, abnormal and unexpected situations often mean danger.

But despite his doubts, preparations for the airborne battle continued.

The tail flames of the engine burst out and flashed, and the scorching arc of light made the tall and wide deck pale.

The transport machinery was loading ammunition, and the servitors were hurriedly adjusting the cannons hanging under the cockpit.

The Thinker computer calculated the most tactically appropriate airdrop location.

"Sir, everything is ready." A think tank member came to Kuosaro's side.

"Haven't you figured out why the situation has gone beyond your expectations?"

"Sorry, we really can't come to a conclusion yet." The think tank paused and continued, "Should we continue with the tactical arrangements?"

"Of course." Kuosaro replied without any hesitation, "Unknown risks cannot make the Eagle hesitate. In the name of the Emperor and the Warmaster, victory will once again belong to the White Scars."

With Kuosaro's order, the airdrop operation officially began.

Countless airborne capsules pierced the planet's atmosphere, and along with the flames of air friction, they smashed straight into the battlefield like millions of fire meteors.

Several transport ships towed the majestic and huge Titans, bringing these terrifying war machines to the battlefield.

When these majestic Titans hit the ground, their feet smashed into the ground, creating shock waves that could be felt for kilometers.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the orcs.

They raised their heads and looked up at the sky. The appearance of these steel giants made their emotions rise again.

Those majestic and magnificent towering figures can make any living thing instinctively think of destruction.

These war machines were of astonishing scale, with fortresses and towers covered in crenellated battlements.

Even the tiniest muzzle is large enough to fit a truck.

This is a weapon of war created for destruction, and it let out a furious roar the moment it landed.

The missile roared out, emitting a bright and dazzling cloud of propulsion smoke, and a terrifying roar and explosion sounded on the ground.

Flashing flames and flying dust tore apart the lines of the Tyranid swarm, and dense firepower swept through the screaming insect tide, tearing their bodies to pieces.

A sea of ​​fire rose up, engulfing countless swarms of insects.

Next came the White Scars Space Marines, who rushed out of the drop pods.

Armed with power weapons, serrated swords, or bolters, they recklessly harvested the swarm of insects in front of them.

At this moment, they have turned into harvesters on the battlefield.

The eternally hungry swarm of insects, I wonder if a volley of bombs can fill their stomachs?
They came prepared, with enough stock to supply whatever the swarm could eat.

The Space Marines that have been upgraded through Primaris have an overwhelming advantage in the confrontation with the Zerg.

The combat power of each of them is several times greater than that of an ordinary Astartes.

For those who have been living in battle all year round, even a slight increase in speed and computing power will bring a terrifying increase in their combat effectiveness.

Their appearance dealt a heavy blow to the Zerg.

Even the swarm consciousness was in a moment of confusion at this moment.

However, the swarm consciousness quickly adjusted.

The insect swarm still did not retreat, as if something on the battlefield was attracting them and making them unwilling to leave.

Countless huge and ugly strange insects opened their mouths and made sharp explosive sounds.

Kuosaro had fought against the Zerg before and knew the characteristics of this alien race.

As long as their node organisms are not dead, they will continue to act in a coordinated manner and will not collapse even if there are many casualties.

These are a group of emotionless creatures, and the purpose of their existence is to devour as much biomass as possible.

Even if they kill them to the last one, they will try their best to tear a piece of meat from their prey.

With the help of the scanners on the battleship, the Space Marines quickly locked onto the node creatures located in the inner circle of the Zerg swarm.

As they were about to launch a decapitation campaign.

The sudden appearance of a man attracted Kuosaro's attention.

The armor on the man was a little damaged, but the commander with white scars could recognize it at a glance. It was a model produced by the Empire ten thousand years ago.

The motorcycle under the man made an incessant roar, and the sword in his hand swept through the enemy group like a pale thunder.

The speed is like a storm, the attack is like thunder.

Behind that man, countless orc bikers imitated his actions.

Every insect beast that tried to stop them was shattered into pieces, exploding with a dull explosion.

The small battlefield area within his range was covered with the flesh and blood of the alien swarm.

A warrior bug intended to launch a sneak attack on the man in the chaotic battlefield.

Then his limbs and feet all became weapons. Even if he didn't have time to draw back the sword in his hand, he could still easily knock the warrior insect away with a wave of his elbow.

Then he used the wheels of the motorcycle to crush the insect's body.

His weapon killed countless enemies, as if the swarm of insects in front of him were just a group of harmless lambs.

Kosaro was stunned.

What a powerful warrior he is, he is like a demigod on the battlefield.

Even their Space Marines who had undergone the Primaris transformation surgery were no match for the enemy.

And the opponent's tactics perfectly matched theirs.

But when he saw the speedster following that man, Kuosaro felt a subtle emotion in his heart for no reason.

He rushed to the inner circle behind the enemy, and opened a passage among the hissing insects with his blade and bullets.

Wherever the white scar passed, corpses were strewn everywhere, with broken limbs and flesh scattered all over the ground, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Kuosaro ordered his men to follow this powerful warrior and decapitate the node creatures at the core of the swarm.

The Khan was still unaware of his concern for his offspring. At this moment, he was concentrating on the pure and brutal battle in front of him. He had to win the war because behind him was the city-state home of mankind.

As long as the Emperor's statue stood there, it was his duty to protect it.

During these days, in order to delay the defeat of the war, he tried his best to suppress the rage in his heart.

These cold and emotionless insects made him very angry.

He also saw the Empire's reinforcements landing on the battlefield, but the meeting with his heir would have to be postponed.

Now, he must release his suppressed anger without reservation.

With the reinforcements from the Empire, he no longer had to worry about the orcs' defenses. Chogris's eagle fully spread its wings, soaring over the battlefield, showing off its mobility at will.

He was like a real thunder, driving his motorcycle quickly across the battlefield.

The Khan fought hard against the surging swarm of alien insects.

A giant insect with a thick shell like a high wall appeared at the end of his vision.

With the help of the Speedster who rushed over, he quickly broke through the swarm's encirclement.

Even though he maintained an extremely high movement speed, with his impressive driving skills, he could still make the sword accurately pass through the gaps in the shell.

A tyrant worm was easily cut in two. Its shell, which was harder than steel, did not seem to have the defensive performance it should have.

Stepping on the broken corpses of the insect swarm, he faced the giant insect.

In the tendrils of the Tyranid swarm, almost every huge hive fleet has a powerful messenger, which is the terminal node of the fleet and is almost equivalent to the embodiment of the hive will.

Their strength deeply frightened the soldiers of the empire.

Dante once fought with a giant insect, and this veteran who had fought for thousands of years almost died.

But the Khan, who had just walked out of the Webway, had no idea how powerful it was.

But seeing its huge body, thick shell, and ferocious fangs.

More importantly, when Khan looked into his eyes, he felt the other person's deep and ancient wisdom.

Even the Khan's wisdom felt inferior to the other party, like a drop of water that accidentally peeked at the entire ocean.

"It seems that you are not completely irrational." Khan drove over on a motorcycle. "It's time to end this farce, monster."

The giant monster insect's dozens of compound eyes stared at the little man rushing towards it. Its gaze lingered on the Khan's body, and its eyes revealed an unconcealable hunger and greed.

A giant insect that was over ten meters tall and as big as a hill made an explosive sound.

Then, brandishing its massive bloodstained appendage, the whistling sound left no doubt that even a tank's sturdy armor would be cut in two by it.

There was a determined look in the giant insect's eyes.

The Tyranids are a race that places great emphasis on profit. In their minds, there is no such thing as courage and honor. Once they discover that the benefits they can gain in the current world are less than the energy they have expended, they will...

They will retreat without hesitation.

Given the current situation in this world, they should have retreated long ago. They have been unable to conquer this world for a long time. In the eyes of the Zerg Tide, the risks and benefits are obviously not proportional.

There are so many lucrative hunting grounds in the galaxy, why bother with the hard bone on this planet?

But the premise of all this is that the Khan does not appear on the battlefield.

Ever since the Tyranids invaded the galaxy, they have shown great interest in the genes of the Primarchs.

Fighting the Ultramarines in Ultramar and the Blood Angels in Baal
What can make them do it at any cost must be the chips that match it.

Even Khan himself did not expect that the reason why the swarm of insects did not retreat was that they were greedy for his body, or more precisely, they wanted to plunder his genes.

The Khan roared, blade in hand, then charged forward.

Kosaro, who arrived late, witnessed the battle, and the commander of the White Scars was also moved by the fight between them.

Khan's battle with the giant insect almost shook the entire world.

The rumbling sound kept sounding.

The earth quickly cracked like a fragile biscuit, the topography of the plain was rapidly changed, and huge and deep canyons opened up.

It is no exaggeration to describe this moment as mountains collapsing and the earth cracking.

During the continuous battle, flashes of pale lightning appeared on Khan's body. Relying on his amazing fighting skills, he fearlessly fought hand-to-hand with the monster.

As the battle progressed, Kuosaro was shocked to find that the warrior's speed was getting faster and faster. His fight with the giant insect, which was evenly matched at the beginning, gradually turned into a one-sided massacre.

Khan's sword blade flashed with faint electric light, and every strike of the sword could easily cut through the giant insect's thick armor.

Finally, he found the right moment and stabbed his sword into the giant insect's compound eyes, almost piercing its head through.

This is a fatal blow to humanity.

But even though its brain was pierced, the strange insect still survived thanks to its strong vitality.

He swung his sickle-like forelimbs and chopped at the Khan's head.

The whistling sound of the wind made the Khan certain that if his neck was hit, he would be beheaded.

But in battle, there are no ifs.

He quickly bent down and easily dodged the attack.

For the Khan at this moment, the giant insect in front of him was too slow.

To him, any action of the opponent seemed to be slowed down countless times.

The whole world was almost frozen. The giant insect's movements were slow and sluggish, while he himself was as fast as lightning.

After dodging the giant insect's attack, he turned around and forcefully pulled back the sharp sword that had pierced the opponent's head.

The giant insect let out a painful hiss, and the sharp sword was pulled out, bringing out a large amount of dark green, corrosive body fluids.

The giant insect went mad because of this, and it swung its eight axe-like appendages wildly.

The intensive attack made it almost impossible for even the Primaris Space Marines nearby to see the specific movements of the monster insects.

Kuosaro was sweating in his heart. He was worried about the warrior because facing such an attack, even he would find it difficult to escape unscathed. There was a high probability that he would be cut with several fatal wounds.

But the Khan was dodging at an unimaginable speed, and his tall body was able to dodge every attack deftly, appearing to be extremely easy.

Then, taking advantage of the enemy's weakness, he once again rushed forward and stabbed the sharp blade in his hand into the monster insect's soft belly.

This sword almost cut the giant insect in half.

No matter how strong the giant insect's vitality is, it can no longer withstand such a heavy blow.

After letting out a final roar, the huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

With the death of the giant insect, the swarm of insects that had been surging like a tide just a second ago fell into an eerie silence.

What followed was a chaotic mess.

(End of this chapter)