Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

In his judgment, considering the current distance, the enemy's defense and the power of the light spear, one light spear should be enough to solve the problem and completely reverse the situation.

Moreover, most of the Astartes and friendly forces were also led to retreat by Aurora.

In the orbit of Randan’s home planet, the Indomitable Truth is quietly suspended.

Its surface was covered with complex energy patterns and weapon ports, emitting a cold metallic luster. The imperial emblem on the hull flashed menacingly in the dim light of the universe.

Inside the battleship, the energy core was running at full capacity, emitting a low and powerful humming sound, accumulating tremendous energy for the upcoming attack.

On the operating console, indicator lights kept flashing and dense data jumped rapidly on the screen. The crew members were busy and focused, executing various instructions tensely and orderly.

"Prepare to launch the light spear!" Koswain's voice echoed in the command cabin.

Following this order, the crew quickly completed the final preparations and accurately set the launch parameters of the light spear.

On one side of the Queen's ship, a huge launch device slowly started up, and the metal hatch slowly opened, revealing a spear of light shining with a faint blue light.

This spear of light is several meters long, with mysterious energy runes flowing on its surface and terrifying energy contained inside, like a small sun that may explode at any time.

"Fire!" Cos Wayne gave the order, and in an instant, the launch device released a powerful energy pulse. The light spear was like a flash of lightning, rushing towards the direction of the Randan Palace at a speed faster than the speed of light.

The spear of light dragged a long, brilliant blue trail, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, or a sharp blade tearing through the darkness of the universe.

Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted by this terrifying energy, and the light of the surrounding stars appeared dim under the reflection of this light.

Just a few seconds later, the spear of light crossed the long distance and arrived above the Randan Palace.

The prime minister and a small number of palace guards stayed here to protect the palace, because it was the last symbol of Ran Dan's existence.

A strong light shone on them.

At that moment, the entire palace was shrouded in this dazzling light, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the spear of light exploded, releasing unparalleled energy, forming a huge energy vortex that instantly swallowed up the Randan Palace.

Intense light and shock waves spread in all directions. The surrounding buildings were reduced to dust under this force. The earth also trembled violently under this terrifying impact, raising dust that covered the sky.

The bright light was as dazzling as a supernova explosion, illuminating the area several kilometers around the Randan Palace as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, and the sound waves spread in all directions with the power of destruction. Wherever they went, buildings collapsed, bricks, stones and rubble were thrown high into the air, and then turned into powder under the huge impact force, wreaking havoc along with the diffuse smoke and dust.

The earth seemed to be shaken violently by an invisible giant hand. Cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, deep and bottomless. Boiling magma gushed out from the cracks, instantly engulfing everything around it. The originally neat and beautiful streets and exquisite palaces were instantly reduced to a sea of ​​fire and ruins.

In the center of this destructive storm, the royal palace that once symbolized Randan's supreme power has disappeared, leaving behind only a huge deep pit with billowing smoke. The surrounding land was melted and cooled by the high temperature, forming a layer of hard and distorted glass-like substance that reflected strange light.

The survivors were so frightened by this sudden disaster that they stood there in shock, their faces filled with fear and despair.

The palace guards were once as strong as steel. For a long time, no matter what threats they faced, they guarded the palace with fearlessness.

At this moment, they seemed to have their spines pulled out, and all the strength in their bodies was drained away in an instant.

Those figures who were biting the enemy like hounds just now have completely lost their fighting spirit.

Tears flowed down their cheeks covered in blood and dust, and they couldn't stop them.

Some of them felt their legs go weak and they collapsed to the ground, staring at the ruins that were still emitting thick smoke, with empty eyes, as if their souls had been severely torn away by this disaster.

For them, the palace is not only a building, but also their lifelong faith and sustenance, and the obsession of protection flowing in their blood.

In their cognition and belief, the palace can be destroyed after the guards have shed their last drop of blood and their lives have ended, but it must never disappear while they are still alive and guarding it with their lives.

The collapse of this faith is more deadly than any enemy's sharp sword, causing them to fall into endless confusion and pain at this moment.

At this moment, the palace guards had lost all will to resist after their faith collapsed.

They either slumped on the ground with empty eyes, or sobbed softly with despair on their faces, completely without the strength to fight.

Seeing this, Aurora's eyes flashed with complex emotions, and then she waved her hand, leading the soldiers of the two legions to rush forward like a tide.

The Astartes moved swiftly, their weapons flashing with cold light.

Faced with the remnants of the Randan army who had no power or intention to fight back, they did not hesitate at all and launched a swift and fierce attack.

For a moment, the sounds of chainsaw swords cutting through flesh intertwined.

Ran Dan's last resistance was soon wiped out.

With the fall of the last Randan, the Randan race, which once occupied a place in the galaxy, completely went to extinction.

Since then, the stars in the universe are still shining, but there is no trace of the Randan people. Their civilization and history seem to have been wiped out and dissipated in the vast universe.

Perhaps, only in the distant future, when the descendants of mankind want to explore the magnificent yet arduous years of the Great Crusade, they will open the dusty historical books and know through complex translation that in the long river of time, there was a name like Ran Dan, which shone briefly, briefly competed with humans, and then quickly disappeared.

……

In the magnificent flagship hall, the lights were bright and the primarchs sat together, their faces filled with the joy of victory.

Four bottles of attractively colored mead were held high.

"cheers!"

Four loud voices echoed in the hall, and the crisp sound of colliding wine glasses announced that this hard-won victory was hard-won.

Aurora took a sip of the mead. The spicy liquid slid down her throat, bringing a warm burning sensation, which made her squint slightly.

"This time, it's all thanks to Zhuang Sen. Otherwise, I don't know how many of my veteran soldiers who have fought bravely would have been killed."

"Yes, yes, yes." Hui Le raised his head and took a big gulp of mead. His throat rolled and his face showed a bit of nonchalance. It seemed as if he was already accustomed to Aurora's praise, but also as if he vaguely disapproved.

After all, this guy always loves to praise people.

On the side, Leman Russ listened to this, playing with his wine glass in his hand, frowning slightly, obviously not interested in such topics.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." His response was low and perfunctory, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing a sense of reluctance.

For the Wolf King, praising Zhuangsen in front of him was like praising an elegant and aloof cat in front of a loyal and protective mastiff. It was so awkward, even more uncomfortable than swallowing a bitter pill.

On the other hand, Zhuang Sen always had a smile on his face, and his smile showed confidence and satisfaction.

From planning and deployment to commanding operations, he put his heart and soul into every step of this victory.

He felt more and more that he deserved the position of commander-in-chief of the Fourth Army. Every victory in a battle was a strong proof of his ability, and he enjoyed this honor.

At this moment, he seemed like a cat surrounded by the rich scent of catnip, exuding comfort and contentment.

The smile on his face was unbridled, his eyes were gleaming with irrepressible excitement, and his every move revealed unconcealable joy, he almost rolled on the ground with joy.

ps: Okay, now the chapter about Ran Dan’s alien has come to an end, and it’s just right to talk about it at the end of the month.

In fact, after I finished writing it, I felt that the death of Lord Randan was too hasty, and it lacked the final sense of splendor. It was that kind of feeling that was hard to describe.

And every time I write it, I feel like something is missing?

It's that feeling where you're thinking, "Oh my god, this is so awesome, and then how come it ends up like this?"

But in short, thank you, thank you, thank you! All the book lovers for your support.

Also, please ask again for tickets for next month, after all, it has become a habit.

Chapter 247 Robert and Coz

In Macragge's Primarch's teaching room, the atmosphere was solemn and subtle.

Today, the Lord of Ultramar's schedule is becoming increasingly tight. He has to race against time every day with his numerous official duties and spare plenty of time to teach his brothers.

Guilliman enjoyed it very much, especially fulfilling his duty as a mentor to his brothers. This was a different kind of mission and satisfaction for him.

"I really don't think you need to, nor should you, teach me. As the master of Nostramo, I know exactly how to govern my own planet."

Curze put his feet up on the table, not taking Guilliman seriously at all.

Guilliman frowned slightly and looked at Curze calmly, not angry at his rude behavior.

As the Primarch who cherished brotherhood the most, he had privately conducted in-depth research on Nostramo before deciding to teach Curze.

To be honest, the situation on that planet was very difficult for him. He even thought to himself that if he were in their place, he would probably find it difficult to govern Nostramo better.

It was simply a world full of villains. In his opinion, the only way to completely solve the problem might be to eradicate all the people there.

"I understand your system of governance. Your fear-based system is unsuitable for planetary governance. It will only plunge your people into deeper trouble."

"So what's your secret? Don't keep telling me my methods aren't good. Is there a better way to manage that bunch of trash?"

Koz was a little excited. In Nostramo, murders of fathers, wives, sons, teachers, and friends were common. But even so, these were not among the worst. The crimes there were beyond imagination.

"You are too kind, brother. I think you should massacre them. Those Nostramos don't deserve to live."

Guilliman's words were powerful, but they shocked Curze. In his opinion, Guilliman's ideas were too extreme.

For a moment, the room fell into a dead silence, only silence spread in the air...

"Is this the solution you came up with? Is this what the Primarch wanted to teach me? Are you still holding a grudge against me for knocking you down with one blow?"

Curze's face was full of doubt, and his series of words were filled with a strong sense of tension. In his eyes, Guilliman seemed to have exposed his unknown ambitions at this moment.

Guilliman spoke calmly, "The people of Nostramo are beyond redemption. There is no need for the two Primarchs to expend so much energy on them. Curze, do you know what? After seeing your homeworld with my own eyes, I even feel that letting them die would be a mercy."

He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "As for our previous fight, you took advantage of my unpreparedness and launched a surprise attack. I was careless for a moment, so you succeeded. If we were to fight again, I would definitely be the winner. And that fight when we first came out..."

In the first few sentences, Guilliman's tone was steady, as calm as if he was stating a very ordinary matter.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, my brother!" Curze looked at the Primarch who was gradually ignited by anger, and thought to himself that this guy who had no ability but liked to show off must have lost his temper again.

There was a hint of mocking smile on his face, his eyes full of mockery, and he looked at Guilliman, who was out of control, with interest.

"You, you don't believe it? I know you don't believe it! Let's PK!"

Guilliman's face flushed red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he almost shouted these words, his chest heaving violently. It was obvious that he was completely enraged by Curze's attitude. His rationality had been shattered by anger, and he only wanted to prove himself with a duel.

In the heyday of human civilization in the past, a virtual war game console came out of nowhere and quickly became popular, becoming a hot toy at the time.

It possesses incredibly precise debugging capabilities, and even when facing a powerful being like the Primarch, it can rely on its unique mechanisms to comprehensively transform and configure the combat simulation.

Coze put on the helmet that came with the game console. In an instant, the prophetic images flooded into his eyes like a tide.

"Huh, so you're here to prove yourself now? And you have to drag me into this?" There was a hint of teasing in Koz's voice.

At the same time, Guilliman was also immersed in this virtual simulation.

In his mind, he seemed to be on a battlefield filled with smoke. He personally led 50 Extreme Warriors and confronted the 50 troops controlled by Curze fiercely.

Every soldier's movement and every roar of the weapon are clearly felt, as if this is not virtual, but a real life-and-death battle.

On this devastated and ruined planet, Curze shoulders the heavy responsibility of defense and commands 500,000 Midnight Haunter warriors.

To be honest, this was the first time he led such a large army, and he felt nervous and a little overwhelmed.

Koz knew very well that he was not good at micro-management and did not have the innate command talent like Ji Li.

In desperation, he could only order the soldiers to disperse in small teams and hide in the shadows of the ruins, like lurking hunters, waiting to launch a fatal blow to the enemy hiding in the dark and not yet appearing.

On the other side, Guilliman arrived with his army in full force, and organized the troops carefully, with each 1000 people forming a battle group. They advanced towards their target in a neat and orderly manner.

As time went by, the tension in the air grew stronger and stronger. Finally, the battle between the two sides officially began, and a war that shook the planet broke out.

The fierce exchange of fire instantly turned this ruined planet into a hell on earth.

The Midnight Haunter, with his familiarity with shadows, moves among the ruins like a ghost.

Their team worked in perfect harmony, making use of every cover in the ruins. Sometimes they would suddenly rush out and accurately harvest the lives of the Extreme Marines with their bolters, and sometimes they would quickly hide and disappear into the darkness.

The Extreme Warriors maintained a strict battle formation and advanced steadily.

Their power armor gleamed coldly under the illumination of the artillery fire, and with their solid defense, they withstood the repeated attacks of the Night Haunter.

Each regiment has a dedicated fire support team, heavy grenade launchers and melta weapons spewing flames, turning large areas of ruins into a sea of ​​fire, trying to force out hidden enemies.

A captain of the Night Haunter squad discovered a flaw in the flank of an Ultramarines regiment. He waved his hand and three team members rushed out like arrows.

They moved forward in a low posture, using collapsed buildings and piled debris for cover.

When they were less than twenty meters away from the Ultramarines, the Night Haunters suddenly stood up and fired wildly with their grenade launchers.

The Ultramarines reacted quickly and immediately formed a defensive formation, using shields to block firepower while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Meanwhile, Guilliman calmly directed his troops through the communication channel.

He analyzed the battlefield situation and constantly adjusted the direction of the regiment's advance, trying to compress the Night Ghost's activity space or gather them together.

Curze, on the other hand, was closely monitoring every battlefield development in the rear, issuing flexible instructions to each team through communication, allowing the Night Haunters to constantly change tactics in street fighting and deal with the Extreme Warriors.

The sounds of explosions, weapons firing, and soldiers' shouts were intertwined on the battlefield.

In a ruined square, two teams met head-on.

The Ultramarines stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a tight firepower network. Their grenade launchers fired in unison, and the gunfire intertwined into a barrage of bullets, smashing the ruins in front into flying pieces.

The Night Haunters were scattered in the ruined buildings around them, using windows and broken walls to respond with precise bursts of fire.