Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

As soon as he finished speaking, the team of guards beside him took action.

They skillfully removed the guns from their shoulders and pointed the black muzzles at Ella, Helius and Clarks in front of them. A suffocating tension filled the air.

Helios' heart tightened, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He quickly took out the badly damaged gun in his arms. He had made this gun with a lot of effort using scrap iron and some copper picked up from the garbage dump.

Although the gun looks worn out, it is their only hope at the moment.

"Let us go and leave, otherwise I will definitely beat you to death at such a close distance." Helios tried his best to keep his voice calm, pointing his gun at the guard leader and said threateningly.

"I don't believe that your pistol made of scrap metal has such power to kill me?" The guard leader smiled contemptuously, his eyes full of disdain.

He didn't take the broken gun in Helius's hand seriously at all. In his view, it was just the slave's dying struggle.

"I shot." Helius' voice trembled slightly, his finger tightly on the trigger, and his heart beat violently.

"Go ahead and shoot, why don't you?" The guard leader took a step forward and shouted provocatively, his face full of arrogance and disdain, as if he was sure that Helios would not dare to shoot.

"I'm going to shoot," Helios warned again, his arms shaking slightly and beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Open it quickly!" the guard leader roared impatiently, his expression becoming more and more ferocious.

At this extremely tense moment, there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the bullet whizzed out from the worn-out pistol.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the trajectory of the bullet. They saw it pass through the leader's neck and grazed his ear. In an instant, the leader's ear was shattered and blood splattered out.

"Damn it, the weapon I made by hand is just not accurate enough. I can't even hit the head at such a close distance." Helius cursed secretly in his heart, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart, "Looks like I'm going to die here today." A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his determination.

The leader screamed and covered his ears tightly with his hands. Blood kept gushing out from between his fingers. His face was full of pain and anger.

"You bunch of losers, didn't you see that they have already shot off my ear? Where are your guns? Kill him quickly, and don't hurt the little boy." He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice distorted by pain.

A group of guards reacted immediately. They pointed their guns at Helios without hesitation. Then, gunshots rang out and bullets rained down on Helios.

Ella screamed in horror and held Clarks tightly in her arms. Her body trembled constantly and tears flowed from her eyes.

Helius gritted his teeth and desperately searched for cover, trying to avoid the dense hail of bullets. He had only one thought in his mind: No matter what, he had to protect Ella and Clarks...

But this is impossible unless a miracle happens.

Just when Helios was almost in despair and thought he was doomed, something strange happened.

On the originally calm ground, shadows suddenly began to surge rapidly, as if an invisible force was stirring.

Helios' shadow actually slowly stood up, like an indestructible black shield, blocking him steadily.

The bullets that came whistling like raindrops disappeared silently into the shadow the moment they came into contact with it, like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples, as if the fierce shooting had never happened.

Ella's eyes widened, her face full of shock and disbelief. She hugged Clarks tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably.

However, Clarks suddenly broke free from Ella's arms, and his small body rushed towards the guards in front of him like a ghost. His movements were so agile and flexible that the bullets fired by the guards could not hit him at all.

What is even more surprising is that the shadows formed by the sun on the ground seem to be driven by some mysterious force and obey Clarks' orders.

I saw a shadow like a black python, which quickly wrapped around the legs of a guard. Then, it twisted hard, and with a "click", the guard's legs were cut off alive. He screamed in pain, and blood spurted onto the sand, instantly dyeing the surrounding sand dark red.

Under the sunlight, the shadow cast by Clarks's tiny body kept changing shape, sometimes turning into a shield to protect him from attacks; sometimes turning into a sharp blade to attack the guards.

He was like the monarch of shadows, controlling all the shadows around him. Under his command, those shadows became extremely ferocious.

After a while, one of the guards suddenly widened his eyes and showed a look of horror on his face. His neck was strangled by his own shadow. No matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of this invisible force.

As the shadow continued to tighten, his face gradually turned blue and purple. Finally, in a desperate struggle, he was strangled to death by his own shadow and fell powerlessly to the ground.

The leader's face, originally distorted by anger, turned pale as paper in an instant after seeing the horrific scenes before him, and his hand no longer covered his broken ear.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his knees gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground with a thud, blood flowing from his ears.

"Please, please, don't kill me, don't kill me." His voice was trembling, with endless fear and despair. He begged for mercy at the top of his lungs and kowtowed hard. His forehead hit the ground with a "bang bang" sound. After a while, blood oozed out of his forehead.

However, at this time, the young Clarks was unable to control the surging power in his body.

His eyes were filled with a cold murderous intent, and the depths of his soul seemed to be filled with ruthless killing, as if his sanity had been swallowed by darkness.

He was born to be the master of shadows, possessing a dark and powerful force that even the Night Haunter envied.

In this shadow-shrouded area, he is the absolute king, and any life in front of him seems so fragile.

The desire to kill was like a raging fire, burning more and more fiercely in his heart, completely occupying his mind.

His movements were mechanical and cruel. Amidst a surge of black shadows, he, in his original form, lightly swung his claws, and the sharp claws scratched across the leader's neck.

The leader's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end. Before the fear in his eyes dissipated, his body fell powerlessly to the ground. Blood gushed out of his wounds, quickly dyeing the surrounding sand red, and the breath of life gradually faded away.

Looking at the leader who had been so arrogant and domineering just now, now lying in a pool of blood like a dead dog, everyone in front of him stood there in a daze, their faces full of horror and disbelief, as if they had been cast under a spell, immersed in great shock and unable to extricate themselves.

The guards who were originally holding their guns and looking aggressive now had their guns hanging down limply. Their arms were trembling slightly and their eyes were filled with fear.

They could never have imagined that this seemingly young and harmless little boy actually possessed such terrifying power that he could kill their superiors and several colleagues in an instant.

Ella and Helius also widened their eyes and opened their mouths so wide that an egg could almost fit in.

They never thought that Clarks would have such ability. Everything that happened just now was like a nightmare, which shocked them greatly.

Ella's body trembled slightly. She was surprised by the powerful strength displayed by Clarks, but also felt a little scared by the murderous aura contained in this power.

Helios frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Clarks possesses such a powerful yet difficult to control power, and the road ahead is bound to be full of unknowns and dangers.

As the saying goes: "With great power comes great responsibility."

Clarks was born here, perhaps for a greater cause.

At this moment, the air around seemed to be frozen, and there was a dead silence. Only the breeze blew gently, blowing up the dust on the ground and making a rustling sound, as if sighing for this sudden killing.

ps: Ok, the chapter has been completed.

Chapter 240: Hope of Saving Star, Clarks

Helios suddenly jumped up from the ground, his movements as agile as a cheetah, his eyes fixed on the gun in the hand of the dead guard. Without hesitation, he rushed forward and snatched the gun in his hand in the blink of an eye.

"Boom! Boom!"

Gunshots rang out one after another, echoing in the empty environment. Each shot was like a heavy hammer of fate, hitting the hearts of the remaining guards.

The guards were frightened by Clarks and trembled in fear. Under Helios's cold eyes and the black muzzle of the gun, they were completely unable to resist and could only fall one after another in a pool of blood.

"Ella, don't stand there like an idiot!" Helius shouted as he scanned the surroundings, "Hurry up and collect all their guns and ammunition now. As for these bodies, pile them up in the hole I dug." As he spoke, he gripped the shovel tightly with both hands and dug the ground vigorously. Each dig was accompanied by unquestionable strength. Beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped into the freshly turned soil.

Ella suddenly came to her senses and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, okay, okay, I'll do it right away..." Her fingers trembled a little as she fumbled around the dead guard's body anxiously, quickly pulling out the guns one by one. Her movements gradually became more skilled from the initial panic.

Every time she found a gun, she quickly put it aside. After collecting all the bodies, she and Helios began to pile the bodies one by one into the deep pit dug by Helios.

The corpse was heavy and cold, and Ella's arms began to ache, but she did not stop her movements.

"Clarks, come here quickly! Come into your sister's arms." Ella carried several long spears on her back, squatted slightly, waved to Clarks not far away, and tried to force a gentle smile on her face, motioning him to come into her arms.

"Sister." Clarks seemed to have found a safe haven. He moved his short legs quickly and dived into Ella's arms.

The Primarch hugged Ella tightly, with his tender face buried in her chest. Ella was the first person he saw after coming into this world. In his heart, his sister was the warmest and most trustworthy support.

Helius carefully took out a tiny spark from the iron ring in his arms. The spark flickered in the breeze, as if it would go out at any time.

He slowly squatted down, brought the sparks close to the soft, dry material prepared in advance, pursed his lips slightly, and blew gently and evenly.

As he blew, a hint of red gradually appeared where the sparks touched the dry material, and then the flames suddenly jumped up and quickly devoured the dry material.

Without hesitation, Helius threw the burning flames into the pit already filled with corpses.

"Remember, if something like this happens outside, you must destroy the body and leave no trace." He stood up, looked at Clarks and Ella seriously, and spoke word by word.

Young Clarks and Ella nodded vigorously, with a hint of fear of the unknown world and awe of Helios' words in their eyes.

The flames burned fiercely in the pit, making crackling sounds and accompanied by a pungent burnt smell.

Helius didn't stop for a moment. He quickly picked up a branch and carefully cleaned along the traces of dragging the body and the bloodstains on the ground.

His movements were steady and meticulous. He did not miss any corner that might have left clues, and he tried to completely erase all traces with every sweep.

As time passed, the bodies burned by the flames gradually turned into ashes.

Seeing this, Helius immediately picked up a shovel and filled the hole with soil, shovel by shovel, to cover the ashes tightly.

After filling the soil, he raised his foot and stepped on it hard again and again to ensure that the ground was flat and firm.

Finally, he used branches to restore the surrounding environment to its original state. The turned grass and trampled soil looked almost normal after his manipulation.

Helius looked around vigilantly, his nerves still tense, not missing any movement. After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he quickly put away the shovel and said hurriedly, "Let's go! We have to get out of here quickly."

"Okay." Ella responded, holding Clarks steadily with one hand and gently pinching his face with the other, caressing his soft cheek with her fingertips.

Clarks was not used to this action and subconsciously twisted his body slightly, but deep down he longed for the feeling of being touched intimately, so he just muttered softly and did not really resist.

The three of them walked along a secluded path. The silence around them was a bit depressing, with only their light footsteps and the occasional sound of birds.

Ella looked around vigilantly from time to time. Clarks in her arms opened his round eyes, looking at everything unfamiliar with curiosity and nervousness.

Helios walked in front, his eyes sharp, not missing any suspicious places, and the gun in his hand was ready to deal with any possible danger.

As they walked, Helios suddenly stopped and raised his hand to signal Ella and Clarks to be quiet.

He leaned slightly to the side, his ear pressed to one side, as if trying to catch some subtle sound.

Ella's heart suddenly hung in the air. She hugged Clarks tightly and even her breathing became much lighter.

Clarks sensed his sister's nervousness and quieted down obediently, his little hands tightly grasping the corner of Ella's clothes, but the Primarch did not sense any danger.

"Oh, it's you! Helius, follow me." Foucault, the scarred man, said in a hoarse voice, waved his hand eagerly, turned around and strode forward.

Seeing this, Helius immediately followed, his eyes still alert.

Ella, holding Clarks, also hurriedly followed behind, her steps a little flustered.

Along the way, Clarks looked at Foucault curiously with his bright big eyes, and his little hands unconsciously grabbed Ella's clothes.

"Foucault, why are you on this road?" Helius asked in confusion as he walked quickly. His right hand subconsciously reached for the pistol on his waist, and his fingers lightly rested on the handle.

Foucault didn't look back, but simply quickened his pace, saying as he walked, "It's you guys! We finished our work and discovered you two were missing, so everyone sent me to look for you. They're trying their best to cover up the evidence of our absence."

"So that's how it is!" Helius nodded, his tense nerves relaxing a little. "But our harvest this time is really good. We found a lot of guns and picked up a beautiful child." As he said that, he looked back at Clarks in Ella's arms, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Alas, Helius, when do you think we will truly succeed? This sneaky life is too uncomfortable."

Foucault's voice was low and bewildered. "Those who oppress us have far more guns and ammunition than any of us, and their numbers are many times greater than ours. I simply cannot imagine that when we raise the banner of resistance, we will not be easily destroyed."

Foucault's tone was full of helplessness and despair, as if he was shrouded in darkness and could not see a glimmer of hope.

These words made Ella's heart ache, and her arms around Clarks tightened unconsciously.

She looked down at Clarks, her eyes filled with worry, as if she saw the unknown fate that the child was about to face.

"Yeah! I don't know if we can succeed." Helius sighed, his eyes revealing determination and helplessness. "Perhaps we won't succeed at all, but sometimes it's like this. We use the sacrifice of tens of thousands of lives to ignite the song of resistance, and the awakening of billions of lives to achieve the future of Saving Planet."

His voice was low but powerful, like a horn blown in the darkness, even though he knew the road ahead was full of thorns and the hope of victory was slim.

Foucault sighed with a complicated expression, and the scar on his face twisted slightly with the change of expression: "Oh, forget it, why should I tell you this? You only have your own imaginary ideals in your mind." After that, he quickened his pace, and his figure looked a little anxious in the dim light.

"That child is no ordinary person at first glance. He's fair and beautiful. He might be the lost child of a noble. If you don't want to get into trouble, put Clarks back to his rightful place!"

Helios stopped, looked firmly into Foucault's head, and said in a decisive tone: "Foucault, I can tell you very clearly that Clarks is not some lost child of the nobility. He is the salvation given by the stars." His voice was low but full of power, echoing on the silent road.

Foucault waved his hand helplessly, his tone conciliatory. "Alright, alright. I can't argue with you. But I still think you should put Clarks back to his place. Let him suffer nothing but hardship with us slave laborers."

The two of them fell silent.

As they stepped into the mine, a mixture of dampness and staleness hit them in the face.

The mine inside is intricate, like a huge and disordered spider web, with passages intertwined and overlapping, and you will get lost if you are not careful.

"Coming here feels like coming home." Helius breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed, his tone full of familiarity and comfort.

In this dark place, although the work is hard, it is also a life he is familiar with. Every bend and every protruding rock are like old friends.

Ella nodded slightly, her soft hair swaying slightly, and her approving eyes concealed complex emotions towards this difficult place.

Over the years, the mine has witnessed her sweat and fatigue, and also carried her vague expectations for the future.

Clarks opened his eyes wide and looked around curiously.

The swaying mining lamp cast a dim light, outlining his young face with a mixture of light and dark contours.

He had never seen such a scene before: rugged rocks, winding passages, everything was new and mysterious.

To him, this unfamiliar mine was the door to a new world. He had no idea that what awaited him in the future was endless hard work deep in the mine, just like these workers.

"Let's go! Let's not stay here. It would be disastrous if the guards found out we weren't at our workstations."