Warhammer 40 Unorthodox Primarch

The other demon engine also met a tragic end. Li Dagou was parachuted directly from the track, landing right in front of the demon engine.

The plasma annihilation cannon in his hand was about to be shoved into this guy's mouth when a burst of fire completely blew him up.

The Chaos Followers, seeing such a large-scale airborne attack, did not linger but immediately ran back frantically.

Khorne, though ferocious, is no fool. Facing an airborne operation with Titans and knightly families, he's not so easy to deal with. At least two Daemon Engines held him off for a moment. To fight such Guardians of the People, we need even greater and more formidable strength. We need to rethink our battle strategy…

"Stop the pursuit! Save them first..." Li Taiji said powerfully and domineeringly.

"Father...is...is it you who has returned?" The members of the Lamenters' Legion knelt down and performed the Eagle Salute.

"Uh... no, I'm your uncle, Primarch Li Taiji of the Twenty-One Genes. We are the People's Guardians, the future Twenty-One Legion..." Li Taiji raised his hand, and the Emperor's blessing soothed and healed their wounds.

The power of chaos can also harm Astartes, but usually no one pays attention to them; they are the Emperor's currency, and even then, they're only worth small coins...

"Thank you for saving us, Primarch. Let's save the survivors first..." the leader of the weeping figures said with deep sorrow.

"Rest, heal your wounds, replenish and replace your equipment. We've taken over the battle here..." Li Taiji said.

Actually, there's nothing of value left here; the whole world has been smashed to pieces. But when chaos confronts us, there's no reason not to fight.

At this moment, the tauren also landed. Upon seeing these tauren, the Weeping Ones almost couldn't hold back their emotions, because they had been suppressed once before, and that time it almost led to their destruction. Seeing the tauren warband again this time, their grief deepened even more...

"Get the hell away from me! I'm talking to you! If you don't like it, I'll scatter you and Chaos together! Get lost..." Lin Dafa rode his psionic war beast and blocked the way, intimidating the minotaur warband.

Normally, everyone joked and played around with Lin Dafa, as if they didn't take him seriously. But at this moment, the Guardians of the People were united and formed a battle formation, with their terrifying weapons pointed at the Minotaur warriors.

Moloch didn't approach this area; instead, he wisely left.

"Brothers! It's alright now, good days are back. From now on, if anyone makes you cry, I'll make sure they have nowhere to cry! Let's go! Get some new gear! You've suffered enough..." Lin Dafa turned around and took the surviving weepers onto the warship.

Many of them were severely injured and their fate was to wait for death. After all, they had never owned anything like the Dreadnought Mech. They had some before, but they had been worn away by constant wandering and fighting.

There are very few surviving humans left, only a few hundred thousand in total, and most of them are children and women. As for the men, they have already pledged their loyalty to the emperor in the ongoing battles.

Li Taiji looked around and realized that this world was no longer of any value. The nest had been overturned, and the entire world had been plowed by Khorne. Everywhere there were Chaos Believers with Warp mutations, as well as many Warp Archdemons and other creatures that walked and hunted.

Blood and corpses utterly destroyed this world...

"Withdraw! Destroy this world!" Li Taiji said.

"Dad! We don't want this planet anymore? What a waste..." Lin Dafa asked with some reluctance.

"They've already built a demon engine here. I suspect the Khorne Demons are going to open a warp rift here. This place is no longer worthwhile. Taren is a hive world. It doesn't even have the resources we need. It's not worth wasting our energy here. It's more appropriate to find the next planet worth saving..." Li Taiji said.

"This is infuriating! Damn it, if we had reinforcements, this place wouldn't have fallen..." Many people agreed with Lin Dafu's words, but this is the messed-up empire; the enemy always comes from in front and behind.

After the hundreds of mourners entered the warship, they became very quiet. It was as if they were burdened by suffering, giving off a very somber and mournful feeling...

"Primarch, I am Malajim Fros, Chapter Master of the Lamenters Chapter. These are all my brothers..." A Lamenter with fairly good equipment bowed to Li Taiji.

"Sage Gilles will be proud of you for defeating the Abyss Watcher of Blackfury, the Lord of Destruction. You can get help under my command to restore the strength of the chapter and replenish your equipment..." Li Taiji said.

"Thank you, sir..." Everyone said, their eyes filled with tears again.

People cry not because they're scared, but because they're saddened and moved. In fact, those who weep are extremely powerful. There are no weaklings under the command of the Holy Blood Angels of Saint Gilles. If the Holy Blood Angels trigger their Black Wrath in battle, they will live as long as heaven and earth. Fighting the Holy Blood Angels is no less than mocking death.

Of course, the price is the fall of angels, and their genetic defects remain with them forever; however, there are exceptions…

That is, the Weeping Ones are cursing the military to lose its former thirst for blood and black fury. However, after each victory, they suffer huge blows as if they are cursed. At the lowest point, there are only a few dozen people left. They survive by wandering and save humanity time and time again from almost certain death.

The Empire remained highly vigilant towards them. In fact, most of the warbands in the Cursed Army had a bad fate, but the most miserable were these Lamenters.

Li Taiji, however, thought differently! What kind of curse of fate is this?

The defects in the gene seed are difficult to reverse, but the mysterious and tragic curse cannot be explained by the gene seed. If Saint Gilles had not fallen, all the Holy Blood Angels would have been the most noble Astartes in the Empire.

In other words, it's like bullying a child without a father. The other subgroups are also plagued by illnesses, and almost all of them have the potential to go crazy. They don't even know when they will trigger their dark rage or thirst for blood and be truly treated as monsters.

Li Taiji was born a Taoist priest. He understood fate but did not succumb to it. Li Taiji believed that even if there was a curse of fate, he could withstand it, because coming to this messed-up world was the most vicious curse in itself.

Li Taiji had a batch of Dreadnought mechs, and they were the improved Tramon Heavy Dreadnoughts. The Imperial Guard's Dreadnoughts were very good, at least not as torturous as other Dreadnoughts. They were previously used as technical verifications, but this time they were put to use by these mourners.

Seeing such good equipment, and that their dying comrades had a chance to continue fighting, everyone's eyes welled up with tears again...

"Come on! Line up! Get this mark to increase your luck! Good days are coming your way! This is a formation my dad made, it works really well..." Lin Dafa marked the wailing people in line with Bagua symbols.

The original paint job was yellow, but this makes it look even more like a Taoist priest! The style is a bit off...

"Dad! How about we change the brothers' helmets into Taoist hats? That would look more familiar..." Lin Dafa said with a grin.

However, after seeing the serious looks from the others, he put away his joking thoughts and obediently went to help embed the Bagua mark, but he still imprinted an extra small Bagua on the helmet...