Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 280 87, Khan Returns

Without the control of the node creatures, the swarms of insects on the battlefield made chaotic chirping sounds, and the originally neat battle lines suddenly scattered. At this moment, they were like insects at the bottom of the real food chain, only wanting to burrow into the dark underground, not daring to face any enemy directly.

The soldiers of the Empire drove their war machines to completely exterminate the Zerg. Although the Orcs suffered heavy casualties, their morale did not seem to be affected at all, and they still enthusiastically participated in the hunt for the Zerg.

Tanks of various models spewed out white phosphorus flames to deal with the corpses of the Zerg.

Some orc boys would sneakily catch some facehuggers and carry them with them.

Orks may be the only race in the galaxy that likes Tyranids.

They like to catch juvenile facehuggers, put them on their faces and bite each other to see whose teeth are harder.

This game is very popular among the orc boys, and they can't stop playing even if half of their faces are bitten off.

The Imperial reinforcements that landed from different places surrounded the scattered Zerg. This process had to be meticulous. In this huge planet, if they let any Zerg escape, it could lead to the return of the Tyranid Zerg.

This is the horror of the Zerg. Even the gene stealers hiding underground in human city-states were dug out and killed by them.

When it comes to the Tyranid swarm, it is necessary to wipe them out completely.

Kosaro did not participate in the war to clear the Zerg, but the victory of the war was already decided, and the White Scars commander immediately found the Khan who was active on the battlefield.

His original intention was to ask the warrior's name.

But when Kuosaro approached the warrior, he suddenly felt a strange throbbing in his heart, a tremor that he had never felt before, coming from deep in his genes.

He suddenly felt that the other person looked very familiar.

A terrible and bizarre idea emerged in Kuosaro's mind.

A thought that would never have occurred otherwise.

He couldn't believe that the thought was true, and he couldn't even hope that the thought was true.

Because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He came before the warrior, opened his mouth several times, his lips trembling, but no word came out.

"What's wrong?" Khan looked at the somewhat dull young man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up a bit of teasingly, "White Scar's boy, now you can't even speak?"

His voice was rough, and even though he was joking, his words carried the boldness that is unique to people from the grassland.

Kuosaro's somewhat confused heart, like a lost traveler on the grassland who received the guidance of an eagle, he settled down.
"Excuse me, are you the ancestor of the White Scars?"

The smile on Khan's face grew wider, and he looked at the young man in front of him with admiration, the familiar marks, and the decorative style.

Although the opponent's armor was more powerful and his body was more sturdy, he could still recognize at a glance that even after tens of thousands of years, these warriors on the grassland had not lost their original intentions.

"Although it may be a little presumptuous, please forgive me for speaking frankly." Kuosaro looked at the other person eagerly with expectant eyes.

"Are you Jaghatai Khan? Grandfather of the White Scars, genetic father of me and my twenty-four thousand two hundred and seventy-three brothers?"

The more they stared at each other, the more obvious the sense of familiarity and the throbbing in their genes became. The other party looked exactly the same as in the ancient records of their regiment.

Kosaro was looking forward to that outcome.

He was afraid of hearing a negative answer, which would make all his expectations go to waste, so his voice trembled and he was very nervous.

"If the White Scars didn't have another Primarch." The Khan patted Kusaro's shoulder, "I am the one you are talking about."

Hearing the other party's admission, all the worries in Kuosaro's heart finally disappeared.

This powerful and tenacious warrior now knelt down with his majestic body like a mountain collapsing.

Kuosaro stretched out his trembling hand to the other party, like a believer eager to touch God.

"Ten thousand years, Grandfather. Ten thousand years is such a long time. Fortunately, we have finally waited for you."

The news of Chagatai Khan's return spread as quickly as a hurricane.

Those white scar warriors who were still fighting were shocked and looked incredulous.

The soldiers who had completed their mission and had some free time came from all directions.

They uttered words of praise to the Emperor, to the Primarch.

Even the civilians in the human city-states rushed out after hearing the news. They could not get close to the Primarch, so they simply crawled on the ground and kissed the land that had been stepped on by the Primarch.

Even not long ago, these places were covered with the corpses of the Tyranids, and the burnt smell of flamethrowers still remained on them.

But they didn't care and just kissed the charred earth madly.

"Praise the Emperor, praise the Primarch, the White Scars have regained their pride and redemption."

Countless people exclaimed loudly, and their fanatical beliefs together painted a crazy picture.

In the carnival of the empire.

Only the orcs stood there, confused and bewildered for a moment.

The speedster Tietou stood blankly behind the Khan, looking at the crazy crowd, and was so shocked that he could not speak. The boss he followed these days was actually a Primarch!
But what is the original body?

Tietou scratched his forehead, still not understanding the meaning.

He heard the crowd shouting, some of which included titles such as "Emperor's Son" and "God of War Walking on Earth".

Although these names sounded waaagh, no matter how hard his brain worked, he couldn't understand their specific meaning.

It wasn't until the racing kid Tietou heard the title "War Marshal's brother".

His boss was the Primarch, and the Primarch was the Warmaster's brother. This time, Ironhead quickly sorted out the meaning.

"Waaagh! My boss is the Warmaster's brother!"

Tietou let out a loud roar, but even in this frenetic scene, the roar was quickly drowned out.

This time, he blended into the revelry crowd.

Like other citizens of the Empire, he was excited about the return of another Primarch.

When the carnival is over.

Khan returned to the White Scars.

Due to the high mobility of the White Scars, they were assigned by the Military Affairs Department to carry out rescue missions in the galaxy.

The Khan had no objection to this arrangement; in fact, it was the job most suitable for the White Scars.

And when Khan learned that they were going to Geno Star System next, using Geno as a transit station to fight against the Necrons who invaded the Empire.

And when the Imperial Regent Guilliman was on his way there,
Khan's expression was obviously stunned.

"What's wrong, sir?" Kuosaro, who was explaining the current situation of the empire to him, asked at this moment.

"Nothing." Khan waved his hand, signaling the other party to continue. But only he knew that he was not ready to meet his brother yet.

Due to the urgency of the mission, the White Scars fleet did not stay in this world for too long.

Khan, along with the White Scars, came to the Geno system as an advance force, ready to participate in the war to expel the Necrons.

The enemy's expansion speed was very fast. When the events in the Wikia world were reported, the Imperial Military Affairs Department immediately investigated the nearby star fields.

During this investigation, the Empire realized belatedly that due to the existence of the Dead Zone, the Empire had unknowingly lost dozens of worlds to the Necrons.

To the Imperium, the Necrons are not much different from the Tyranids. They are equally powerful, numerous, and good at plundering resources.

And there is no talk of morale or logistics for the enemy fleet.

The Emperors and Overlords of the Necrons are actively awakening those who are sleeping. This is what the Empire should be most alert to.

The Necrons that have resurrected today are just the tip of the iceberg.

When all the Necrons reappeared in the world, their number even far exceeded the total number of humans.

The war broke out quickly, after learning that they could no longer quietly take over the human world.

The Necrons also fully exposed their intentions, and they launched attacks on dozens of human worlds at the same time.

In order to minimize casualties among the Empire's citizens, a large number of fleets shuttled through the war zone to rescue the survivors in the evacuation ships.

The Geno system is where the Imperial army gathers, and it is here that the Empire will sound the clarion call for a counterattack against the Undead.

At the same time, this is also a refuge for survivors.

A large number of refugees poured into this galaxy, including military evacuation ships and noble escape boats.

After the Khan landed in this world, he took Khosaro and several other White Scars leaders to the capital of the Geno system.

The Khan refused the ceremony to welcome the Primarch. He did not want his arrival to bring more pressure to this already overloaded world.

At this time, the capital of the Geno galaxy was also crowded with victims from nearby star fields. Even though the Empire sent a large number of logistics officials, they could only barely maintain order.

Khan walked through the bustling streets where countless refugees gathered, dressed in rags and emitting a foul smell.

The capital of the entire Geno galaxy is almost filled with such refugee tents, and even the entire world is overcrowded.

Under such circumstances, the Khan could not imagine how many people in the empire had been displaced by this war.

These survivors were the lucky ones who did not die in the Necron invasion.

But they are also unfortunate. They have lost their homes, loved ones and property, and can only live under the care of others in this strange world.

They are crowded in makeshift shanties, looking tired and sad, suffering for the loss of their homes and loved ones.

Enormous pressure spread among them, which also led to a large number of vicious incidents.

Human beings are an emotional species, and both good and evil can be greatly aroused in extreme situations.

Even though the establishment of the Imperial Beacon has greatly increased the Empire's transportation capabilities, it is still unable to guarantee sufficient supplies in the face of such a large number of refugees.

The flashing of the Imperial beacon never stopped in the Geno galaxy, and the huge number of interstellar jumps had overloaded the starport.

But it still cannot meet the supply needs of refugees and the army.

For this reason, the government of the Geno galaxy has promulgated a series of tough management regulations for refugees.

The Khan walked through the crowd of refugees. As the Primarch, he had to be careful not to hurt these poor compatriots.

His descendants slowly cleared a path through the crowd, and if the process was accelerated, it could cause a stampede and lead to the deaths of tens of thousands of refugees.

The process was torture.

"They should be given some weapons and then allowed to go back to guard their homes, so that there won't be overcrowding."

The White Scars, who had opened a passage for the Khan, began to complain on the communication channel.

"Be patient, boy. What's the point of raising the battle flag if we let them fight?" Khan taught him at the right time. Even though there was a gap of ten thousand years between him and the White Scars, when he did these things, it still seemed very natural and no one thought it was wrong.

"Put aside your impatience, Rocco. We still have plenty of time. We shouldn't be angry with those we need to protect. Their existence is the reason why we hold weapons and wear armor."

"Well, Grandfather, you are right," White Scars warrior Rocco responded.

But even though he said this, Rocco was still extremely regretful in his heart - if they had known this would happen, they should have ridden their own jet motorcycles, which only required an application to the Military Affairs Department.

And with their driving skills, they would never hurt anyone by mistake.

But now that they have come this far, there is no other way but to keep going.

The Primarch had just returned, and he had to go through this torture with them.

This is also the most important reason why the White Scars warriors feel resentful.

Together, they made their way through the crowd and headed for the City Hall with difficulty.

But just as they moved forward, two figures suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

The overdeveloped nerves of the Primaris Space Marines subconsciously led them to attack the two men.

Their speed was beyond the imagination of mortals. From a mortal's perspective, it was impossible to see the movements of the White Scars Primaris warriors.

But there was one person who was faster than them.

As soon as they raised their hands, they were stopped by the Khan.

"You almost killed two innocent people." The Khan's voice rang in the warrior's ears.

Rocco lowered his head and saw two children, only in their teens, whose height did not even reach his waistline.

Judging from their similar appearance, they should be brother and sister.

"Thank you, sir," Rocco thanked.

Although he had no killing intent when he attacked, the two children were simply unable to withstand even a tiny bit of the strength of the Primaris Space Marines.

Although Rocco didn't like these refugees, killing two innocent children would definitely make him feel remorseful.

To express his apology, the proud Space Marine took off his helmet, revealing his face with hideous scars.
"I apologize to you for my recklessness."

Rocco was sincere, but the two children were still scared, especially when he took off his helmet.

They looked at the giants in horror, and both children were frightened stiff.

A thin woman ran over and tried to take the two children away.

But one of the boys managed to break free from the woman's skinny hands. He raised his head and looked directly at the tall warriors despite his fear.
"You are the Warmaster's angels. You will save our home, right?"

(End of this chapter)