Warhammer: Primarch's Life from the Beginning

After the orc leader was killed, the group of aliens scattered like monkeys falling from a tree, and were quickly annihilated.

This group of greenskins was never a large-scale force; it was just a vanguard force that explored and kept watch.

The entire team escaped injury or death, and the Space Marines reveled in this small victory.

"Your Highness, your fighting spirit remains as valiant as ever." After presiding over the post-battle prayer ceremony, Kara approached Leo. "News from the Holy Commandment has just arrived; the Astral Army in this nearby hive city has already assembled."

Leo found a rock to sit on and pondered his next move.

The War of the Beasts was the prelude to the Vigilant Star campaign, but how did it happen?

In fact, he couldn't remember many of the details clearly. He only remembered that countless gene-stealing aliens were hidden in all the cities of the Vigilant Planet.

Well, how should I put it?

What makes them so amazing is that they are the vanguard of the Terran swarm, their racial traits transforming them into incredibly ugly, fast-moving monsters with sharp teeth and claws.

What's disgusting is that they don't conquer planets by force, but by infiltrating local societies through reproduction. With each generation, the gene stealers become indistinguishable from ordinary people, and they can even blend into the military and high-ranking nobles.

When the time is right and the planet is sufficiently controlled, the chieftain will choose an auspicious day to hold his ascension ceremony and dismantle all the planet's defenses.

At that time, the patriarch's psionic power will act like a lighthouse, drawing the Tyranid swarm to devour the entire planet's organisms and minerals.

However, before the ascension, this alien must ensure that the planet still has enough nutrients to supply the Zerg fleet, so it cannot cause too much damage.

Hmm, that sounds a bit like Mission: Impossible.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to deal with the Vigilant Star issue; the orcs are secondary.

Sicarius sheathed his power sword, stepped forward, and asked, "Your Highness, what's the next step?"

Leo looked up at the distant Nest City, where the light of the shield flickered on and off, and it might go out at any moment.

"Let's go into the city." He stood up. "To see the commander there."

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The interior of the city is far more oppressive than it appears from the outside.

The transport boat was moored on a platform at the edge of the building, surrounded by towering buildings. Only a sliver of sky could be seen overhead, with pipes crisscrossing overhead and a light fixture at regular intervals.

The Astral Army's support personnel were already waiting on the platform. A thin man in a dark gray military uniform stood at the front, with three bronze stars on his epaulets.

"Lord Leo," he gave a crisp military salute, "Commander of the Astral Legion, Adrian Valen. By order of the Governor's Office, this force is at your command."

Leo sized up the man: "How long can the shield of this hive city hold?"

Valen's expression shifted, and he lowered his voice, "Your Highness, about this matter..."

"Just say it."

"The shield generator has been out of service for many years," Warren said. "People from the Cult of Mechanics came to see it and said that the core components were severely aged and that replacements would require parts to be ordered from them, but those parts have never arrived."

"so?"

"Add to that the catastrophic events that have torn apart the skies in recent years, and the current shield could fail completely at any moment." Valen's voice was even lower. "We've been ordered to suppress the news to prevent panic."

Sicarius frowned. "Does your planetary governor understand what the shield failure means?"

Valen did not answer; his silence was the answer.

"Commander Valen."

"exist."

"There are so many aliens outside. If the shield fails, this nest will fall immediately, causing an even greater disaster." Leo could only think of remedial measures for now. "Strengthening the defenses of the nest's perimeter—I don't need to teach you that step by step, do I?"

The warning star is too close to the Great Rift. Actually, the aging of the components is not a big problem. The main issue is the influence of the subspace waves.

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The sky was beginning to darken.

The twilight on Vigilant Star is short; the sun sinks below the horizon very quickly. The city's lighting system activates automatically, but only covers the upper levels; large areas of the middle level, where Leo is located, remain shrouded in darkness.

Leo stood on the edge of the military platform, looking at the gradually blurring horizon in the distance.

Kara walked over to him.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking, dealing with the aliens outside is easy, but how do we get rid of the aliens inside the city?" Leo said. "Gene stealers."

"Those things you saw in the prophecy?"

"That's right." Leo pondered. His psionic energy was still recovering, and his strength lay in dealing with demons. He really didn't know what to do with these hiding aliens.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Sicarius approached with a middle-aged man dressed in the robes of the Church of England.

The man wore a deep red robe with golden flame patterns embroidered along the edges, and a double-headed eagle emblem on his chest. His face was pale from long-term malnutrition.

"Your Highness Leo," he bowed deeply, almost kneeling, "I am Erich Voss, Deacon of the State Church of the Vigilant Star. I have come to greet you on the orders of His Holiness the Bishop."

Leo looked at him.

"His Holiness was deeply alarmed upon learning of His Highness's arrival," Voss's voice trembled slightly. "He said that the state church of Vigilant Star's failure to welcome the Pope in a timely manner was an unforgivable dereliction of duty. He implored you to come to the central government to receive our confession and pledge of allegiance."

He hasn't even had an inauguration ceremony yet, so how does everyone know that he's become the Pope?

"When did he receive the news about my identity?" Leo paused for a moment, then looked at Kara, who stood beside him with a proud expression.

He had originally planned to go and give the state religious institutions here a little Primarch shock, but it turned out he didn't need to bother.

Never question the fighting nuns' fervent desire to spread their message.

The cargo ship's hatch is closed.

The roar of the engine faded into the distance.

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Somewhere on the warning planet, in a tunnel that no probe can find...

There was no lighting, only a faint green glow emitted by some kind of fungus on the walls. Liquid seeping from the pipes dripped onto the metal floor, making a rhythmic sloshing sound.

In the darkness, countless eyes opened simultaneously.

Those eyes had no pupils, only pale purple irises that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

They worshipped.

Deep within the lair, a body far larger than its kind slowly began to move. Four arms supported its torso, bone blades retracted from its shoulder blades, and its carapace-covered back almost touched the ceiling of the tunnel, its face obscured in the darkness.

He is the patriarch of all gene-stealers on a series of surrounding planets, the poor prince, and the revered ancestral dragon.

A psychic message from its kin told it that a great figure had arrived on Vigilant Planet.

"Flames..." It saw an illusion within the powerful psionic energy that enveloped the entire Nakmonde Corridor.

Here, its bloodline has spread for two hundred years, permeating every layer of the city, every factory, and every garrison; its offspring are everywhere.

It originally thought that the Empire was no longer able to defend the planet.

Now, it has changed its judgment.

That important figure can keep this planet alive and lingering.

It reclaimed its psionic tentacles that had spread across the globe.

It ignored the restless, urging-to-ascend psionic whispers and, in an instant, silenced the communication networks.

"The time is not yet ripe... there is no need to rush to ascend."

Darkness closed in again.

One by one, the pale purple eyes went out, and the nest returned to its natural stillness.