Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

In the chaotic and mysterious dimension of the subspace, a surging soul power exploded like a dazzling supernova, instantly causing an uproar.

This force brought with it the despair, pain, and unwillingness of the Randan race's demise, disrupting the tranquility of the subspace.

The outbreak of this power alarmed all the unborn beings lurking in the warp, those twisted and terrifying beings, their eyes flashing with greed and desire; and the demons, these evil messengers from the abyss, they have a natural sensitivity and covetousness for soul power; even the gods were alarmed, they were high above, but they were also attracted by this majestic soul power.

For a moment, countless pairs of eyes turned their gazes towards the real universe, focusing on the northwest direction of the Milky Way - where Randan's mother planet is located.

The scale and severity of this sacrifice caused by the genocide of the Randan race are beyond imagination.

The Randan race, once a race that could compete for galactic dominance, is now on the verge of extinction. This cruel reality, and the many complex emotions that followed, such as despair, fear, and anger, have become a special kind of "offering."

These emotions gathered and fermented in the subspace, and their power was enough to make one of the eight great directions of the Supreme Heaven send its confidants into the real universe to deal with the possible temporary counterattack that Ran Dan might face.

However, the strange thing is that although all parties are salivating over this soul power, no one acts rashly.

The unborn are hiding in the darkness. They are well aware of the power and means of the demons, so they are waiting for the gods' trusted demons to take the first action, trying to reap the benefits.

The demons were also watching. They did not dare to act on their own and were waiting for clear instructions from the Supreme Heaven. After all, in this complicated situation, they could fall into an irretrievable situation if they were not careful.

As for the gods, they have more far-reaching considerations.

They would never easily offend the now prosperous empire and the two supreme gods behind the empire just because of the sacrifice of the extinct race Ran Dan.

After all, in this vast universe, the balance of power and the weighing of interests are crucial.

Furthermore, the rise of the Randan race within the galaxy and their current status are rooted in complex causes and conditions. They are the product of greed dissolving that other thought. This unique background has also made all parties more cautious and thoughtful in their approach to the Randan issue.

Randan's prime minister stood beside the altar, watching the number of souls filling the altar increase.

The people of Randan who once respected it now looked at it with fear and despair in their eyes, as if the once amiable prime minister had turned into the ultimate murderer with his hands stained with blood.

As his people's lives faded away, tears of blood slowly flowed from the prime minister's dry eyes.

It was emaciated, with almost no flesh on its body. Only dry skin barely covered its skeleton, making it look scary and miserable.

"I don't want this to happen either, but why is fate so fickle? We've already been defeated, but even at this point, before the Randan race is completely wiped out, humanity must pay the price in blood!"

"It would be best... it would be best if after the Randan race is destroyed, the entire galaxy would also be destroyed! Even if that is not possible, all life after the galaxy must be forever struggling on the brink of life and death, with no peace!"

The prime minister muttered to himself, oblivious to the people around him. His bones, which looked particularly protruding and uneven due to dryness, looked even more hideous in his excited movements.

However, in reality, time passes mercilessly and too many souls have been sacrificed.

Ran Dan's prime minister had lost count of how many times he had been stung by his people's gazes filled with betrayal and resentment; he also lost count of how many times his ears were filled with the shrill wails of Ran Dan's people, but there was never a single human voice.

"Why? Why is this happening? Where are the demons? Where are the unborn? Where is the promise of the Most High? At the height of Randan's power, you vowed that as long as we can pay the price and tear the veil between the real universe and the warp, you will come to help us."

The prime minister at this time was almost crazy, and his voice became hoarse and sharp due to excessive excitement.

"What about now? Where are you?" Ran Dan's prime minister roared at the top of his lungs in the royal palace, but all he got in response was empty silence, with no one answering.

But in the warp, there was a faint snickering sound, as if laughing at it for actually believing in the promise of the warp. At the same time, those beings in the warp, with fear in their eyes, cast their gazes in two directions of the warp, which was where the two supreme gods of the human empire were.

"It turns out that we have long been ruthlessly abandoned by fate. Even the chance to put a perfect end to Ran Dan's epic in this galaxy was destroyed by my own hands."

The prime minister was filled with sorrow. He leaned on the scepter that symbolized the supreme power of the Randan race, dragged his heavy steps, and slowly walked out of the palace that no longer had its glory.

The Randan mother planet before us has long been unrecognizable. The former beauty is no longer there, replaced by devastation and scorched earth.

Except for the area near the palace, there is no sign of life on the entire planet.

Their home planet is the battlefield.

On the battlefield, the corpses of compatriots were burning, emitting a pungent smell, which was the tragic song of the Randan race's demise.

The palace guards of Randan, wearing armor that was worn but still shone with the glory of the past, held on to this last position in the thick smoke and flames of war.

When they saw the Prime Minister's haggard and staggering figure slowly approaching, an expression of extraordinary respect instantly appeared on their originally tired and resolute faces.

One of the guards, enduring the excruciating pain from his wounds, stepped forward. His voice, though slightly weakened by blood loss, still held a touch of resolve and anticipation. "Prime Minister, according to the energy shield's monitoring data, we can hold out for another hour at most. May I ask if the preparations for the ceremony you're presiding over have been successful?"

Every soldier guarding the palace knew very well that Ran Dan’s demise was an inevitable outcome.

So when the Prime Minister arrived, they all cast eager glances at him, their gazes burning with determination to die, and even more so with a crazy obsession to drag other lives towards destruction.

In their view, since the throne of the galactic overlord does not belong to Ran Dan, the galaxy has lost its meaning of existence, and countless lives should no longer continue to exist.

Every soldier defending the palace at this moment holds this thought.

Seeing the Prime Minister remained silent, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness, the palace guard paused and continued, "Is the sacrificial soul insufficient? If so, I am willing to become a part of the altar ritual soul."

The warrior's voice was firm and resolute, as if death was only a shortcut to revenge for him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other guards all rushed to shout, "Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"I do too!"

Their voices intertwined, echoing in this crumbling palace. It was a desperate cry of a mad counterattack after death, willing to turn their souls into toys of the warp.

Prime Minister Ran Dan raised his head with difficulty and looked at these loyal guards. His cracked lips trembled slightly. After a long time, he finally spoke slowly.

Under the guards' gazes, filled with expectation and a touch of tragic grandeur, his voice was hoarse and heavy, as if every word was filled with endless despair and anger: "We have been deceived. Those damned beings from the Warp have been deceiving us from beginning to end! The promises they made so solemnly in the past are now nothing but empty words, not fulfilled at all. Now, we no longer have any rage for revenge and can only rely on ourselves..."

Prime Minister Randan originally thought that he would be subjected to harsh curses from the remaining Randan people for bringing such cruel news. After all, it was Randan who led the ceremony of trading with the subspace, but now it has become a complete scam.

However, the only response was dead silence.

The originally straight spines of the palace guards were slightly bent, and their faces were full of fatigue and disbelief.

The initial anticipation in their eyes had already turned into a deep void.

For a long time before, they fought desperately, and every time they swung their weapons, they were determined to protect their homeland and seek revenge.

Even though they could hear the miserable cries of their compatriots, even though the wounds on their bodies were increasing and the blood almost dyed the ground beneath their feet red, they never retreated.

They gritted their teeth and, relying on their tenacious will, repeatedly blocked the attacks of the human legions, just to buy time for the ceremony in the palace, and looked forward to the arrival of the power of the warp, bringing about a destruction that would overturn all life.

But now, everything has become a bubble.

When they learned that it was all a scam, the anger and despair in their hearts surged like a raging tide.

"Bring explosives, those melta bombs, time bombs, black hole bombs... as long as they are powerful, use them all!" A palace guard roared in a hoarse voice full of endless anger. The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the soul, and every word was filled with unwillingness and determination.

"All guards, take action!" This order was like a fire, igniting the guards' last fighting spirit.

They are no longer silent and desperate lambs, but have transformed into angry beasts.

The team that was originally neatly arranged to guard the palace dispersed in an instant, and the soldiers rushed to the last armory of the palace, holding those powerful bombs tightly in their hands.

Some soldiers tied the melta bombs tightly to their bodies, with a determined look in their eyes; some carried the time bombs and walked hurriedly, as if racing against time; and some carefully held the black hole bombs, which were the most deadly weapons in their hands and also their last hope.

"Move! Kill those invading humans, and before you die, blow up a team of Space Marines!"

Following this roar, the Randan warriors stopped guarding the palace. Like a flood that broke through a dam, they launched a final attack on the two human legions that were besieging them.

Their figures shuttled through the smoke, their steps staggering but extremely firm.

They have only one belief in their hearts - to make the enemy pay a heavy price at the last moment of their lives.

Prime Minister Ran Dan stood alone and silent, his bony body looking even more isolated in the light of the war. His gaze was fixed, staring unblinkingly at the backs of his soldiers who were determined to die. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, and all kinds of emotions collided and intertwined with each other like turbulent undercurrents.

At this moment, deep in its heart, it felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden that had been carried for thousands of years had finally been lifted off the ground.

For a long time, it has been wandering and struggling in the illusory transaction with the warp. The heavy expectations that almost suffocated it have now inexplicably dissipated a little as those devilish scams have been exposed.

But at the same time, endless sorrow and guilt were like a surging tide, completely drowning it.

Every figure of a soldier rushing to the battlefield is like a sharp blade, piercing straight into its heart, making it breathless and feeling extremely heavy, as if falling into an endless dark abyss.

It looked at the soldiers who were rushing towards the human army without hesitation like moths to a flame, and the memories of the past surged back like a surging tide.

Once, at the crossroads of choice, it was deceived by the mysterious and deceptive promises of the warp and plunged into false hope.

Looking back now, it realizes very clearly that perhaps this was a fatal mistake from the very beginning.

It should have soberly led its people to rise up in resistance. Even though it knew that the outcome had already been written by the giant hand of fate and that destruction was inevitable, it should not have been complacent and pinned the fate of the entire race on those illusory and dreamlike promises.

Now, the wheel of time cannot be reversed, and everything is beyond redemption.

The soldiers guarding the palace are about to rush to the tragic battlefield with Ran Dan's last and only remaining dignity and unforgettable hatred, and dye this land that is about to fall red with blood.

Their lives will disappear in the flames of war like shooting stars, but they will also stand forever in the long river of Randan's history like monuments.

"Warp, warp, damn warp." The Prime Minister's lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, like a curse squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

Those three words, wrapped in endless anger, regret and unwillingness, echoed in the smoke-filled air.

In its mind, the existence of the subspace is undoubtedly a terrifying nightmare.

It wove a gorgeous web with false hope, luring Ran Dan to step into it step by step, and ruthlessly dragged this race that once shone brightly and brilliantly in the galaxy into an abyss of darkness from which there was no escape, turning all the glory and dreams into the ruins and devastation of today.

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Chapter 246: Completely Vanished from the History of This Galaxy

In an instant, the palace guards and Randan warriors rushed into the legion's field of vision like a black tide.

Immediately afterwards, deafening roars rang out one after another, and the sound seemed to shatter the entire world.

The Randan soldiers completely ignored their injuries and rushed towards the enemy at an almost crazy speed.

There was a fire of determination burning in their eyes.

A palace guard rushed towards the Dark Angels Legion team and quickly pulled the time bomb in his hand without hesitation.

"boom!"

The bomb exploded, and the mysterious power of time was like a surging wave, instantly enveloping the Dark Angel team.

The bodies of the team members were rapidly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally sturdy ceramic steel armor became fragile under the erosion of the power of time, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

But in the blink of an eye, this Dark Angel team completely died of old age under the power of time.

Almost at the same time, another palace guard decisively pulled out the black hole bomb.

"boom!"

The small black hole, which was originally only the size of an egg, expanded rapidly like a lit firework at the moment of the explosion, and became the size of a tent in the blink of an eye.

The terrifying gravitational force raged instantly, and the Dawn Messenger team and all nearby existences were ruthlessly sucked into the black hole under this powerful gravitational force. Yi Mingqi completely annihilated them, as if they had never existed in this world.

"Bang!" Another loud noise was heard.

"I'm really impressed by these lunatics. Can't they just die peacefully? Oh my God, my veterans!" Aurora's face was full of pain and anger. You know, the system of the Second Legion is that a veteran leads a group of recruits to form a team.

Next to him, Zhuang Sen's face was also twitching with pain.

However, the number of palace guards was too large, densely packed like a tide, seemingly endless.

The eyes of the two Primarchs collided fiercely in the air. With just a glance, they could see through each other's thoughts.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Aurora shouted at the top of her lungs. As the Primarch, she had to turn around and run away at this moment.

The two legions that had originally surrounded the Randan Palace tightly like a sheepfold had to retreat in the face of those crazy Randan warriors.

During the retreat, the soldiers panicked and fired their grenade launchers at the Randan warriors who were charging madly, trying to stop them.

"I'm so impressed! Why did the Randan warriors who were desperately defending the palace suddenly stop? Can't they just die quickly? They have to die together with all kinds of bombs. It would be great if these bombs were left to me as trophies!"

Aurora was in the last row of the evacuation, running backwards, firing the grenade launcher in her hand continuously and cursing angrily as she ran.

Meanwhile, Jonson and his guards hid behind some ruins.

There was war all around, explosions were heard constantly, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The Lion King used the communication equipment urgently, and Zhuang Sen's voice came through the electricity: "Huile, quickly send three Titan Legions to me! We can't hold on in this situation without Titan reinforcements!"

A calm and composed voice responded from the other end of the line: "Jonson, I'm watching this! In my opinion, there's no need to unleash the Titan Legion on these Randan lunatics in a bloody massacre. Look, their suicidal attack won't leave any valuable weapons behind. Continuing this way is too costly. You and the elite warriors of the Aurora Legion will suffer countless casualties. I suggest deploying the Glorious Queen's firepower to put an end to this once and for all."

Zhuang Sen fell into deep thought, with various thoughts running rapidly in his mind.

The Primarch carefully reviewed the various situations he had encountered before, and after repeatedly weighing the pros and cons, he had to admit that the suicide-style self-destruction tactics in front of him were really tricky.

The crazy enemy, completely disregarding their own safety, launched an attack with the idea of ​​dying together. Each attack was like a surging tide, one wave after another, making it impossible to defend against.

In response to this completely reckless style of play, our conventional strategies will be completely ineffective, and we will suffer greater sacrifices if we are not careful.

Zhuang Sen calmed down his slightly anxious mood and made a quick decision to contact Corswayn. Only with the help of the powerful firepower of the Indomitable Truth could the deadlock be broken.

The Primarch skillfully operated the communication equipment and sent out a call signal.

A moment later, the respectful voice of Coswayn came from the communication channel: "Sir." The voice was clear and steady.

Zhuang Sen frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Randan Palace. He quickly calculated various parameters in his mind and thought about the best plan of attack.

After careful consideration and estimation, he finally gave the order: "Send a luminous spear towards the Randan Palace."