Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

After an unknown amount of time, Sevatar slowly woke up, feeling dizzy and his body strangely unfamiliar.

When he was fully awake, he was shocked to find that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes. His figure became increasingly slender, and when he measured his height, it was more than 2 meters. He could feel the surge of strange power in every move he made.

In a trance, Sevatar's vision was filled with a blur of light and shadow. When the surrounding scene gradually became clear, he was already in Ultramar.

"Was I thrown out by those oil guys?" While thinking this, I could still feel my butt as if it had been kicked.

Sevatar looked up from this planet, his gaze instantly drawn to a figure. It was his Primarch, pale and slender, standing quietly before him, radiating an invisible majesty, as if he were the master of all things in this world.

"Father? The Primarch?" Sevatar murmured, his voice filled with disbelief and deep awe. His body trembled involuntarily, every cell in his body leaping with joy, as if cheering for the Primarch's arrival. The excitement welling up from the depths of his soul made it almost impossible for him to contain himself.

"Just call me father, Sevatar. I've been waiting for you for too long." Koz spoke, his voice low but full of power, as if penetrating the barriers of time and space and going straight into Sevatar's heart.

"Me?" Prince Sevatar of the Crows pointed at himself in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment. His father, the Primarch Curze, once the supreme idol of Nostramo, was actually waiting for him.

What a shocking and great glory this is!

"...What have I done to deserve this?" Sevatar thought to himself. He knew clearly that he was just a small-time thug from a gang. In this world full of powerful people, he was too small and humble.

"Sevata, come with me, learn with me, and work together to build a beautiful Nostramo." Coz's eyes were serious, his expression was extremely serious, and every word he said seemed to carry unquestionable power.

"Okay." As an Astartes, as a descendant of the Primarch, who could refuse such a sincere personal invitation from the Primarch?

In Guilliman's teaching hut.

Koz and Sevatar, father and son, sat side by side, both of them standing upright, staring straight ahead, listening attentively.

Guilliman stood tall and straight at the podium. He raised his hand and pointed at the large characters on the blackboard. His words exuded undeniable authority. "Sevatar, tell me, how can we win people's hearts?"

As an exceptional mentor, Guilliman understood the importance of guiding his students to consider these crucial questions.

Upon hearing this, Sevatar quickly stood up, straightened his posture, and reported loudly: "Report! When I was a gangster in Nostramo, they told me to distribute all the spoils I couldn't use to my subordinates in order to win their hearts."

Guilliman listened to Sevatar's answer, nodded slightly, and a hint of recognition flashed in his eyes.

Guilliman's gaze was deep. After a moment's contemplation, he said, "Rewarding your men with spoils of war can indeed boost their enthusiasm in the short term, allowing them to feel the benefits of following you. This can, to a certain extent, unite the team. Just like in war, timely material rewards can boost soldiers' morale. However, this is only a temporary measure. Winning over people with material gains alone will not hold a strong foundation."

He paced slowly, his expression serious as he continued his assessment. "Once the spoils are scarce, or someone else offers a more generous reward, your subordinates are likely to waver and defect. Furthermore, over-reliance on material incentives can easily lead team members to focus solely on immediate gains, lacking long-term goals and loyalty."

Then, Guilliman stood still, his expression serious, and offered his insights and guidance: "The key to truly winning people's hearts lies in building shared ideals and beliefs. When everyone strives for the same lofty goal, a powerful cohesion and centripetal force will be generated."

"You must make your men understand that what they do has profound significance, and is a matter of honor, responsibility, and mission. Take the Ultramarines Legion that I lead as an example. We fight to protect the Imperium of Man and for the continuation of civilization. This belief unites countless warriors, and they will not retreat even in the face of the most difficult difficulties."

“Only when you provide spiritual guidance to your subordinates and allow them to find their own value in the pursuit of their ideals will they follow you wholeheartedly and never abandon you.”

After Guilliman finished speaking, Curze and Sevatar were lost in thought, their expressions solemn, their brows slightly furrowed, as if they were chewing over the profound truths they had just conveyed. The air around them seemed to be frozen by their earnestness, their eyes filled with concentration and inquiry.

Seeing this, Guilliman smiled gently and clapped his hands, breaking the somewhat serious atmosphere: "Okay, everyone, there is no need to delve into such profound questions in the first lesson. Let's play a game to relax." There was a hint of intimacy and ease in the Primarch's voice, which instantly dispelled the tense atmosphere in the classroom.

Koz was the first to come back to his senses. He turned to look at Sevatar with a hint of expectation in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips. He said teasingly, "Do you want to come together, son?" The tone was half joking, half invitation, familiar and intimate.

When Sevatar heard this, he was stunned for a moment, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't imagine that he would have the honor of participating in the game between the Primarchs. To him, it was like an unattainable dream.

But he quickly came back to his senses, his expression instantly becoming serious. He nodded vigorously, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Of course, it's a great honor!"

Then Guilliman, Curze and Sevatar stood in the gaming area filled with advanced equipment.

Guilliman reached out first, picked up the metallic gaming helmet, and put it on his head neatly. The built-in sensor device of the helmet instantly adapted to his nerves, and the blue indicator light flashed, reflecting his resolute profile.

Koz had an unruly smile on his face, and he put the helmet on his head with a casual movement, showing his casualness. After adjusting it, he raised his eyebrows at Sevatar.

Sevatar held up the helmet with trembling hands, his eyes full of awe and nervousness. After taking a deep breath, he slowly put on the helmet.

As the helmet fitted his head, he felt an electric connection, as if he had merged into a new virtual world full of infinite possibilities, standing shoulder to shoulder with the two Primarchs, and then fighting against them.

After putting on the gaming helmet, the virtual battlefield unfolds instantly.

The Ultramarines Legion led by Guilliman was on full alert on a scorched earth, their azure power armor gleaming with a cold luster in the dim light.

He stood high up, his gaze piercing, and calmly gave orders through the Legion's communication channel: "Ultramarines, hold your line, shields fully activated, and wait for the opportunity to launch a counterattack!"

The Night Ghost controlled by Curze was hiding in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield like a ghost. Beside him were the Night Lords led by Sevatar, who exuded a terrifying aura.

Coze let out a low, strange laugh and issued an order through the communicator: "Midnight Lords, give them a midnight scare. Don't engage in a head-on confrontation and disrupt their rhythm!"

Sevatar took the lead, leading his elite troops to attack the flank of the Ultramarines like black lightning. Their power claws and power swords flashed coldly in the darkness, cutting through everything that stood in their way.

The Ultramarines quickly adjusted their formation and used a solid shield wall to resist the attack of the Night Lords.

Guilliman keenly grasped the enemy's offensive flaw and immediately ordered: "Second and third squads, outflank the Night Lords and cut off their retreat!"

Seeing this, Curze remained calm. He ordered the Night Haunters to use the complex terrain of the battlefield to continuously interfere with the Ultramarines' encirclement operations, creating multiple small-scale conflicts and making the battlefield situation more chaotic.

Sevatar discovered Guilliman's location during the fierce battle, and a desire for challenge surged in his heart. He thought that this was just a game anyway, and he wanted to test the real gap between himself and the Primarch. Then, regardless of danger, he led several of the most loyal Night Lords and rushed towards Guilliman's location.

Guilliman noticed Sevatar's movements and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It seems that some people can't hold back anymore. It's just right. Let's teach them a lesson." He personally led the elite guards to meet Sevatar's charge. The two sides launched a fierce close combat on the battlefield. The power fists and power claws collided with dazzling sparks, and the shouts of killing were deafening. No one could predict where this virtual war would end.

In the fierce close combat, Guilliman used his extraordinary fighting skills and strength to force Sevatar and his men into a difficult situation. Every swing of his power fist was like a tidal wave, making it difficult for the Night Lords to resist.

But Sevatar did not retreat or get afraid. He burst out with all his strength, seized the gap in Guilliman's attack, and swung his power claws to slash at Guilliman with all his strength.

Guilliman dodged the blow easily by moving to the side, and then punched Sevatar with a powerful punch.

Sevatar hurriedly used his power claws to resist, but the huge impact made his arm numb, and then he lost all consciousness. He wanted to rush forward again, but found that he was already dead.

Sevatar is out.

At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, Curze controlled the Midnight Haunter and used darkness and shadows to disrupt the second and third squads of the Ultramarines.

They appear and disappear elusively, constantly launching attacks from unexpected angles, making it difficult for the Ultramarines to defend themselves.

Guilliman realized the critical situation and shouted to all Ultramarines through the communication channel: "Keep the formation, don't panic! Concentrate firepower and disperse these ghosts!"

The Ultramarines quickly adjusted their tactics, concentrating their scattered firepower and firing fiercely at the area where the Night Haunter appeared.

The dense artillery fire formed a fire network in the darkness, forcing the Night Haunter to retreat temporarily.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guilliman led the guards to slaughter Sevatar and the defense line he was guarding, and headed straight for the command center where Curze was.

Curze looked at the approaching Guilliman, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Well done! Let's see if your tactics are superior, or if my madness prevails!"

He commanded the remaining Night Lords and rushed towards Guilliman desperately, and the two sides engaged in a desperate struggle.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, explosive bombs were flying in the air, and the sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined. The situation on the virtual battlefield became increasingly tense.

Guilliman's guards engaged Curze's Night Lords in close combat, beams of energy mingling with the cold gleam of melee weapons. Guilliman charged forward like a god of war, his every strike precise and deadly, sending the Night Lords falling one after another.

But now Curze is becoming more and more crazy. He drives the remaining Night Lords and rushes towards Guilliman regardless of casualties.

The Night Lords fearlessly launched wave after wave of suicide charges, and with their control over darkness and their bravery, they actually tore a hole in the Ultramarines' line.

Seeing this, Guilliman's eyes grew more determined, and he quickly redeployed his tactics. He ordered the Ultramarines to shrink their defenses and concentrate their firepower on attacking the Night Lords' core area, while simultaneously dispatching an elite squad to bypass the Night Lords' rear and launch a surprise attack.

Under Guilliman's command, the Ultramarines worked closely together, using both fire suppression and flanking attacks.

The raiding team from the rear successfully cut off the communications and support of the Night Lords, and the Ultramarines on the front battlefield took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, with powerful firepower pouring towards the Night Lords like a tide.

Faced with this sudden change of situation, Koze showed no fear and continued to madly command the Night Lords to resist.

But as the casualties of the Night Lords continued to increase, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear, and the balance of victory began to tilt towards Guilliman.

The casualties of the Night Lords are becoming more and more numerous.

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This victory undoubtedly belongs to Guilliman.

Coz slowly took off his helmet, and what came into his sight was Sevatar, who looked guilty beside him.

Curze knew that Sevatar must feel that he was a burden, so the Primarch comforted him, "It's okay, this is not your fault. Besides, this is just a game. If you lose this time, you can win it next time."

Since being found by the Emperor, the prophecies that once appeared frequently in Curze have gradually begun to weaken and become controllable.

This confrontation with Guilliman is actually a test of his own abilities.

Guilliman also took off his helmet, said a simple hello and turned to leave.

Back in his office, he dove into the pile of documents.

While processing the documents, Koz's battle scenes in the game kept appearing in his mind, and he was thinking about ways to counter him faster and more efficiently. In addition, the framework of the new war manual was gradually taking shape in his conception.

But he seemed to have forgotten something?

Ms. Yuton stood beside Xiang Xi, her gaze tinged with nostalgia and pride. She pointed off into the distance and began to introduce Macragge: "That's Crown Mountain, Macragge's highest peak. It's like a laurel wreath, the most unique symbol of this land. After all, on the planet of Macragge, about 70% of its area is covered by mountains. Those mountains are desolate yet have a unique beauty. Unfortunately, the environment is too harsh, making it almost impossible for humans to live there peacefully."

Xi nodded slightly and looked in the direction Ms. Yuton pointed. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the outline of Crown Mountain was outlined even more majestic, and a cold atmosphere came to her face.

"Such precipitous mountains are an excellent testing ground for Space Marines." Lady Euton paused, her eyes gleaming as she continued, "Back then, Guilliman personally decided to send those fledgling Space Marines deep into the most remote and treacherous mountains. In extremely harsh environments, they battled all sorts of lurking dangerous creatures, tempering their wills amidst the bitter cold, lack of oxygen, and jagged rocks."

"Their marches through the mountains were arduous. The thick snow often reached above their knees, and the strong winds, whirling blizzards, could instantly blur their vision. But each time they returned from the mountains, they became tougher, and the new scratches and scars on their armor were medals of their growth."

"Deep within the mountains lie ancient ruins," Ms. Euton continued. "They bear witness to the history of our planet. Though weathered by time, they still exude a mysterious aura. Some even contain ancient technology and knowledge, waiting to be deciphered."

Xi and Ms. Yuton were walking slowly and talking like close friends.

"Well, from what you said, Macragge is a hundred times superior to Holy Terra. To this day, Terra has not yet repaired the scars left on the earth by the warlords' melee. Moreover, Terra's population is still expanding, and every hive is overcrowded. Even as the regent of the empire, I feel powerless to relocate some people to other planets." There was a hint of helplessness in Xi's tone.

Ms. Euton smiled brightly and asked curiously, "It's incredible to hear you say that. You're the second-in-command of the human empire, and yet you're stumped by a simple population migration issue. I'm really curious about who these people are."

"Yeah, it's just a bunch of ordinary people, Thunder Warriors, and some others, mixed together." Xi answered truthfully.

Ms. Yuton pressed on, "Who are those Thunder Warriors?"

"They were the previous generation of Imperial Supermen. Compared to the current Astartes, they had malfunctions and were emotionally unstable, so they were replaced by the Astartes. They are now being raised to spend their retirement, but there seem to be too many of them, and they cause trouble every now and then. Fortunately, they generally haven't caused any major disasters, but they have made Terra's population more crowded..."

Lady Euton frowned slightly, a trace of worry on her face. "A minor commotion every three days, a major one every seven days. If this continues, it's bound to be a hidden danger. I'm afraid the conflict will escalate one day, leading to an irreversible disaster. As the regent, you must have thought of many solutions, right?"

Xi smiled bitterly, sighed, and waved his hand helplessly: "I've tried everything I could think of. I've arranged special accommodations for them, provided them with generous treatment, and even assigned someone to calm their emotions. But they're always upset about being replaced, and they gather to protest from time to time."

Ms. Yuton nodded thoughtfully, her eyes looking off into the distance, as if pondering a solution. "Perhaps we could try to find them something to do, so they can rediscover their value? The Thunder Warriors are still quite capable, and it would be a waste to leave them idle."

Xi's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a lifeline. She pressed on eagerly, "Do you have any specific ideas? I also think that utilizing their abilities might kill two birds with one stone: resolve the unrest and contribute to the empire at the same time."

……

Under the dazzling rays of the sun, the three Primarchs were sitting together, enjoying a moment of leisure and comfort, eating and drinking leisurely.

Aurora moved extremely quickly. A pair of chopsticks moved nimbly in her hands. She accurately picked up the meat that Leman Russ had carefully roasted and stuffed it into her mouth impatiently. A satisfied expression instantly bloomed on her face. While she was eating heartily, she spoke vaguely: "Oh, by the way. Where's Zhuangsen? Such a lively dinner, and he's not here." As she spoke, oil slid down the corner of her mouth, and she casually wiped it with the back of her hand.

Hui Le took his time, gracefully picking up a piece of barbecue, gently placing it in his mouth. After chewing and swallowing it carefully, he replied calmly, "He found such gatherings boring, and he was itching to get his hands dirty, so he took his warriors to a nearby planet to clean up the aliens there."

Upon hearing this, Aurora stopped what she was doing, frowned slightly, and said vaguely, still chewing the meat she hadn't swallowed, "Will that guy be in danger? Those aliens are not good people."

Huile waved his hand, a confident smile on his face, and said with a tone of great trust in Zhuangsen: "I don't think so. After all, he still controls the Titan Legion and has all kinds of equipment. Those aliens will probably be destroyed if they encounter him. I have asked Zhuangsen to save one alien for me for experimental dissection."

Leman Russ sighed and said, "It's because he's so savage, even more savage than a savage like me, and obsessed with destruction. Sometimes I really think he's the loyal dog created by the Allfather. He can't sit still for a moment, always looking for trouble."

Leman Russ picked up a large piece of meat and took a big bite, as if venting his dissatisfaction with Jonson.

It’s a pity that he didn’t enjoy the barbecue this time.

……

The airdrop capsule, engulfed in a whistling air current, rushed down from high altitude toward the planet near the Truth, and landed heavily on the rocky surface.

The hatch flew open with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

A team of elite Dark Angels filed out, their figures agile, their bodies covered in power armor as black as night, a cold red light flashing under the visors of their helmets.

The team consisted of more than a dozen people, holding chainswords and grenade launchers in their hands. The metallic weapons glowed coldly in the dim light.

All around, strange and alien creatures swarmed in, and roars came one after another.

These aliens have twisted bodies, rough and slimy skin, and sharp fangs dripping with disgusting green liquid.

The Dark Angels didn't hesitate at all and immediately engaged in battle.

The chainsaw sword was activated, and the teeth spun rapidly, making a chilling buzzing sound.

A dark angel swung his sword violently, and the blade cut directly into the neck of an alien. Thick black blood splashed out, and the alien fell to the ground with a bang without even having time to scream.

At the same time, the roar of grenade launchers continued to sound, and bombs were fired accurately, exploding into blood flowers in the alien group.

On the battlefield, screams were heard everywhere, but the Dark Angels' attacks never stopped. With their superior combat skills and tacit teamwork, each attack was able to accurately hit the alien's weak points.

Almost every time they swung their chainswords and pulled the trigger of their bolters, an alien died from their attacks, and the alien corpses gradually piled up around them.

In the center of the battlefield piled with corpses, the captain of the Dark Angels, César, surveyed the battle situation through the tactical eyepiece.

The number of aliens was beyond imagination, pouring in from all directions like a tide. He raised his hand and sent a psychic signal, and the team members instantly understood it and quickly formed a tight defensive formation, standing back to back to deal with the all-pervasive enemy.

"Save your ammo, these bastards are endless! Take them down close!" César's voice boomed over the intercom. The team members responded immediately, sheathing their bolters and gripping their chainswords, ready for close combat.

A massive alien creature broke through the defenses, leaping high into the air and lunging at a Dark Angel. The warrior reacted quickly, dodging to the side and swinging his chainsaw sword, slashing a long gash in the alien's abdomen. But the alien was incredibly tenacious, and even with its internal organs exposed, it continued to swing its thick claws, sweeping at the warrior fiercely.

Seeing this, Xizel immediately rushed over to support. With his agile figure, he avoided the alien's attack and stabbed the chainsaw sword in his hand into the alien's head. With a sound of friction that made people's teeth ache, the huge alien fell to the ground with a bang.

However, before they could catch their breath, another wave of aliens surged in. Just as the situation became increasingly critical, a roar was heard in the sky.