Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The years when he was growing up were filled with darkness and fear, and he had never felt such warm family love. But at this moment, this sense of loss was infinitely magnified.

"Yes, me too. During the long journey to Macragge, I often hid in the air ducts of the spacecraft and in those dark and secluded corners, listening to people talk about the demeanor of Guilliman, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds. However, it is not quite the same as your description. Almost everyone thinks that Robert Guilliman is a wise monarch with great talent and strategy, and a symbol of prosperity for the Far East."

Koz stuck out his tongue and licked his lips gently, his eyes flashing with an elusive light, as if hiding some unknown secret.

"But Robert is indeed like that. He is exactly the same as the image in the rumors and passed down by word of mouth." Lady Euton nodded slightly, her eyes full of affirmation and appreciation, and her tone was firm, as if she had no doubt about Guilliman's abilities and achievements.

Hearing this, a smile slowly spread across Koz's face, but there was a subtle weirdness in that smile.

In reality, the discussions he had secretly heard about Guilliman were far more complicated than they appeared.

Most people were privately certain that Guilliman would betray the Emperor, and even among his own Ultramarines, many believed that their own Primarch was the most qualified candidate to inherit the Emperor's position, rather than the positive comments he had just made.

The reason why Curze did not tell the truth was that he was just silently pondering this secret, which was not a secret, in his heart. Looking at Ms. Euton who had unreserved trust in Guilliman, a subtle emotion spread in his heart, perhaps gloating, or perhaps anticipation for the unknown variables that were about to come.

Ms. Euden moved slightly, slowly approaching Curze who was squatting in the shadows, then reached out and took his paper-pale hand.

Koz's nails were sharp and long, flashing a cold light in the dim shadows, as if hiding endless danger.

The Night Ghost instinctively wanted to break free and escape, which was the vigilance and sensitivity developed from living in the darkness for a long time.

But when he raised his eyes and met Ms. Yuton's seemingly gentle yet irresistible gaze, his heart, which had been panicking and wanted to escape, gradually calmed down. Trembling slightly, he slowly squatted down, as if waiting for some unknown judgment.

Ms. Yuton pressed forward step by step, and her figure gradually enveloped Coze.

"Don't come over here!" Koz screamed wildly in his heart, but on the surface he could only pretend to be calm. His hands clenched unconsciously, and his fingertips dug into his palms, leaving shallow blood marks.

In the blink of an eye, Ms. Yuton was by his side. She leaned down slightly, put her lips close to Coze's ear, and began to ask him questions indirectly.

He first asked about the current situation in Nostramo, and the economic, people's livelihood, and military conditions there; then he tentatively asked about his plans for Nostramo's future development, whether to continue walking alone in the darkness or seek new changes; after that, the topic turned to the Five Hundred Worlds, asking him what he thought of this prosperous land ruled by Guilliman, and his words also vaguely revealed the idea of ​​​​Nostramo and Macragge to conclude an alliance, hoping to use the strength of both sides to achieve broader development.

Finally, she seemingly casually asked Curze about his opinion of Guilliman.

Hearing these questions, Coze sighed inwardly. "What a completely mortal mindset!" He silently lamented, but he had to admit, "She is indeed a good mother. Just by listening to her words and looking at her, you can tell she is just like his biological mother."

Faced with a series of indirect inquiries from Ms. Euton, Coates either remained silent with a faint smile on his face, or cleverly changed the subject and talked about something completely irrelevant.

After all, as the owner of Nostramo, he himself has never seriously thought about the future plans of Nostramo, so how can he give a definite answer?

In his world, he always acts based on instinct and intuition, and the future is a vague fog to him.

However, recently, my condition has indeed improved a lot.

The prophecies that used to come flooding back like curses no longer frequently come to mind.

It was like a long-awaited rain, moistening his heart that had been disturbed for a long time. He himself was still a little uncomfortable with it.

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Chapter 244 Ran Dan’s dying counterattack?

Guilliman was extremely anxious and hurried towards the banquet.

The neck that was previously strangled by the hard shell still had a shocking mark, and every slight movement caused a slight pain.

In order to cover up this mark, he hurriedly changed into a high-necked dress to cover his neck tightly.

At his waist, the Chicheng dagger hung quietly, its blade flashing with a cold light, but it couldn't hide his inner uneasiness. The image of that ruthless man kept appearing in his mind, and worry surged over him like a tide: Would that guy attack the guests at the banquet? Once this thought appeared, it was like a cancer attached to the bone, difficult to dispel.

Guilliman walked quickly forward, his steps were urgent and heavy, and every step seemed to crush the fear in his heart. He shook his head unconsciously, trying to dispel these terrible thoughts, and comforted himself in his heart that as long as his mother was there, everything would be safe.

But in a flash, Koz's crazy and determined look appeared in front of him again, and his heart sank suddenly. Maybe even his mother, that crazy man would not let go... This thought made him more and more uneasy, and his steps became faster and faster, almost jogging forward.

Finally, he stepped into the banquet hall.

The hall was brightly lit, with elegantly dressed people, and the guests were laughing and talking happily.

The Lord of Ultramar suppressed his inner anxiety, put on a polite and distant smile on his face, and exchanged a few polite words with the guests around him.

His eyes never stopped for a moment, and he looked vigilantly at the empty area of ​​the banquet center. Then, with extremely sharp eyes, he carefully scanned every corner around him, not missing any suspicious signs.

At this moment, he saw Curze chatting happily with Lady Euton and the Regent. The scene before him was completely different from the cold, ruthless and terrifying Night Haunter in his impression.

Guilliman's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, and he walked towards them steadily, one hand quietly falling on the hilt of the Sincere Dagger, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

Curze's eloquent voice reached Guilliman's ears clearly. "Ladies, you should know that I am a Primarch created by the Emperor himself, possessing a computing power comparable to that of a celestial computer. It is precisely because of this that, during the fierce battle with the nobles of Nostramo, I was able to stand out and successfully become the master of Nostramo."

Guilliman couldn't help but frown slightly after hearing these self-boasting words, and an indescribable disgust and vigilance surged in his heart.

The dagger hanging at Guilliman's waist reflected a cold light under the lamplight, as if it was also waiting for its master's order to be unsheathed at any time.

As if he had noticed Guilliman's arrival, Curze raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Guilliman a meaningful look in his eyes while talking with Lady Euton and the Regent. The look seemed to contain some unknown deep meaning that was hard to understand.

Koz had an exaggerated expression on his face and shouted, "Look, who is here? Our honorable Lord of Five Hundred Worlds! Oh, his achievements are extraordinary. He has closely connected the major worlds in the Extreme Star Field." The tone was half teasing and half mocking, and the voice was particularly harsh in the banquet hall.

Guilliman walked quickly to the side of Lady Euton, his eyes fixed on Curze, his expression stern: "Well, brother, you should also plan well for the days to come. After this welcome banquet for you is over, I will personally guide you so that you can gain knowledge in various fields." There was unquestionable majesty in his words. He knew in his heart that Curze's actions had long deviated from the right track and must be corrected.

At this moment, Guilliman looked at the pale and slender Night Haunter in front of him with caution.

Koz stood there like a monster out of place, emitting an unsettling aura.

Guilliman thought to himself that to teach a "Midnight Haunter" that was eroded by darkness to become a mentally normal person would be as difficult as transforming a real ghost into a human being, but even if the road ahead was difficult, he would never back down.

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In the depths of the northwest of the Milky Way, in the vast expanse of starry sky, countless fleets are densely packed together.

The huge ship's hull gleamed with a cold metallic light in the darkness, like a jungle made of steel.

"My lord, the Emperor has made major arrangements for this expedition to Randan's home planet. Due to changes on the front line, he personally dispatched three legions to support you." Kos Wayne stood respectfully in front of Zhuangsen, his expression serious, and there was a bit of awe in his voice.

"Are the Legion of the Dawnbringers and the Legion of the White King's Sons among them?" Zhuang Sen frowned slightly, looking into the distance with deep eyes, and a hint of urgency revealed in his tone.

The Lord of the Dark Angels is well aware of the strength of these two legions. If they can join this expedition, it will surely add even more power.

"Yes, my lord. Not only that, but also the Space Wolves Legion." Kos Wayne straightened his back and responded in an orderly manner.

Hearing this answer, the corners of Zhuang Sen's mouth, which had been slightly raised and showing a hint of smile, were instantly suppressed again.

Zhuang Sen wondered to himself, why did Leman Russ bring the Space Wolves to join in the fun?

With the White King's Sons providing logistical support and the Dawnbringers and Dark Angels working together, the entire battle could have been fought steadily and there was really no need for the Space Wolves to intervene.

Zhuang Sen seemed to have suddenly grasped the key idea, and then asked: "The Emperor has given me full responsibility for this matter this time? I should have the power to command other legions, right?" There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and he attached great importance to the command of this expedition.

"Yes, my lord. Both the Emperor and the Regent have personally ordered that you have the right to deploy these four legions while dealing with the affairs of the Randan home planet." Kos Wayne leaned forward with an extremely respectful attitude, and his words were full of respect for Jonson.

After receiving a positive answer, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but smile with determination.

After a moment's deliberation, he calmly gave the order, "Then have the Space Wolves contain the enemy outside the Randan homeworld, disrupting their support and supply. The White King's Sons will continue to utilize their expertise to oversee the logistics of the entire operation, ensuring a secure supply of supplies. The Dawnbringers and Dark Angels will form an elite assault force to thoroughly clean up the Randan homeworld and eradicate the resistance completely."

"Yes, sir." After receiving the order, Cos Wayne retreated respectfully with quick and steady steps, ready to convey Zhuangsen's order as soon as possible.

After Cale Wayne left, Jonson stood alone in the command cabin, his lips curling up unconsciously, his whole body radiating an irrepressible sense of joy. He tilted his head back slightly, his eyes full of self-satisfaction, and wondered to himself: Is this the wonderful feeling of holding power and commanding your own blood?

The feeling of commanding other Primarchs was even more wonderful than he had imagined.

When he thought of Leman Russ, the guy who always annoyed him, and who was now leading the Space Wolves Legion to guard the periphery and carry out the containment mission he ordered, Zhuangsen felt extremely happy.

The other three legions that arrived obeyed Zhuangsen's orders without complaint and quickly rushed to their respective mission posts.

Meanwhile, in the distant outer battlefield, Leman Russ was unhappy. He paced back and forth on the command bridge with big strides, complaining at the top of his voice.

"I give up! Why did the All-Father hand over the power to that guy Jonson? It seems that this time we can't even get a piece of meat or bones. We can only stare at the outside, smell the aroma of meat inside, but can't even get a step closer!" Leman Russ's voice echoed in the bridge, shocking the surrounding crew members so much that they dared not speak.

"Jonson, just be as proud as you can! Who can compare with you? I'm really impressed by this cat's arrangement!"

……

Randan's chief prime minister, as the most loyal servant of the Lord of Randan, is now standing high on the palace, gazing at the sky with a solemn gaze.

Above the sky, the servants of the God of Death are approaching the Peony Planet step by step.

This planet was once rich and prosperous, with towns full of vitality and vigor, and every inch of land witnessed the hard work and wisdom of the Randan people.

But now, danger looms like a dark cloud.

They are already here.

Wherever these uninvited guests go, they bring only destruction and despair.

The prosperous towns will be reduced to ruins, and everything that was gloriously created by our ancestors with sweat and blood will be ruthlessly crushed under their iron hooves.

If the Lord of Randan had not made preparations before the war and left behind the blessing of protection, perhaps by now the planet Randan would have been completely destroyed and turned into a dead dust in the universe.

The Lord of Korandan, to whom the Chief Vizier had devoted his life, had been slain at the hands of his enemies.

When the prime minister thought of this, his eyes instantly turned red, and grief and anger surged in his heart like a tide.

He seemed to see his master's noble head being held high by the enemy as a medal to show off their military achievements, and perhaps it would be carefully preserved to demonstrate their so-called "glory".

Every time the invaders set foot on Randan's land, every time they slaughtered a Randan citizen, it became an "outstanding achievement" in their war record.

The Prime Minister sighed, his voice filled with loneliness and helplessness. He slowly raised his hand, his gaze fixed on the scepter in his hand, a symbol of power and responsibility. But at this moment, his fingers were like dry branches, lifeless, and every inch of his skin was covered with the vicissitudes of life.

He knew that his life was like the sand in an hourglass, slipping away quietly bit by bit, and his body was gradually decaying like rotten wood.

Suddenly, memories of the past flooded back into his mind. Once upon a time, he had followed the Lord of Randan, full of vigor and ambition.

At that time, they fought side by side, fearlessly for more resources of Randan, a larger star field, and more and more powerful Randan warriors.

But now, time has passed and everything has changed beyond recognition.

Its eyes were full of confusion and helplessness. Looking at the enemy troops gradually approaching from a distance, it couldn't help but ask itself: What ability did it have to fight against these wolf-like and tiger-like invaders?

The Randan race has gone through many hardships and no longer has enough foundation and opportunity to give birth to a second Randan master.

Today, Ran Dan is like a lone boat drifting in a storm, which may be swallowed by the surging waves at any time. He has a lot of passion but feels powerless to change the situation.

In the abyss of despair, Ran Dan's prime minister seemed to catch a glimmer of hope.

It secretly thought that perhaps it still had a way to turn the tide, even if this method would come at an extremely painful price. It decided to take a gamble and use the few remaining Randan people as bargaining chips to exchange for the temporary defeat of the two huge armies on the opposite side, and to gain a glimmer of hope for the continuation of the race.

With a resolute mood, Prime Minister Randan stepped into the Randan Palace with heavy steps.

Deep within the palace lies a mysterious and massive altar, the most secret source of power for the entire race. At this moment, it is about to become the key to turning the tide.

The Prime Minister knew very well that what he had to do was to dedicate his soul, or any precious things of equal value, to the great will of the Most High Heaven, and pray that they would bring down divine punishment on these thugs who wantonly trampled on the land of Randan.

It wants to make the existence that the Randan race fears the most engage in a life-and-death battle with its current mortal enemy, fighting poison with poison, and perhaps it can break this desperate dilemma.

Having made up his mind, Prime Minister Ran Dan began to use forbidden techniques.

As he moved, the ancient runes on the altar lit up one by one, emitting a mysterious and strange light.

Those unspeakable words slowly emerged in the air, as if telling of ancient secrets and power.

The powerful and terrifying psychic energy erupted like a surging tide, attracting the High Heavens, begging for their gaze to be fixed upon them again.

At the same time, the people in the royal palace and the surrounding areas who fled to avoid the slaughter by the two legions encountered a nightmarish disaster.

Their souls were forcibly extracted by an invisible force, and their shrill wails resounded through the sky, like a lament against the cruel world.

Aurora tightly grasped the sword that belonged to her alone. The sword shone with a cold light, which echoed her eyes at the moment.

The Primarch gazed at the Randan people who were fleeing in panic near the palace, whose souls were eventually stripped away and used as sacrifices. A serious expression flashed across his face, and his tone was filled with hesitation:

"Do we still need to charge forward? From my perspective, the power of this summoning ritual is so astonishing. I'm sure the Randans have already activated their hidden tricks, right?"

Zhuang Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep and calm, as if he was thinking about Aurora's words.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice steady and firm: "Don't act hastily. Send out scouts from the Legion to investigate. No matter how hard they struggle, the planet of Randan cannot escape its fate of destruction. Even if they fight desperately now, it will be in vain. Destruction is their inevitable end."

There was no trace of mercy in the Lion King's tone. In his eyes, the destruction of the planet Randan was just a drama that had been predetermined, and he was the director of this drama, controlling the direction of everything.

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Chapter 245: Ran Dan’s tragic song, abandoned by fate, and the final tragic choice.

Under the ruthless control and rampage of mankind, Ran Dan's home planet is gradually falling apart.

The two legions belonging to the Lord of Mankind are the most loyal.

The chainsaw sword in the warrior's hand flashed with cold light, and the teeth rotated at high speed, making a terrifying buzzing sound; the grenade launcher continuously spewed out tongues of fire, and dense bombs whizzed out, destroying everything in its path.

With their endless attacks, they cruelly deprive the alien life on the planet before them of its vitality.

The mournful howls of Randan's people were like an invisible giant net, covering the entire planet.

The voice was filled with fear, despair and pain, and it seemed that even the vast space could not block it, as if it could reach the ears of every soldier.

The people of Randan were in dire straits and chose to flee to the palace. What awaited them was the palace's huge and mysterious formation, which could rip their souls off in an instant. If they did not go, they would face the legion's ruthless execution, and death would be imminent.

The commander-in-chief of this operation, Lord Zhuang Sen of the First Legion, gave the order without hesitation the moment he witnessed the powerful energy erupting from the Randan Palace: "No need to hesitate, slaughter these aliens immediately!"

In this galaxy where the strong prey on the weak, there is no room for mercy.

Since the Randan clan has already failed in its fight for the position of galactic overlord, it must bear the cruel price of failure - extinction, allowing the entire race to completely disappear from the history of the galaxy without leaving a trace.