Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

It turned out that the supporting Thunderhawk gunship had arrived, and its twin heavy bolters began to roar. The dense firepower instantly tore a bloody path through the alien swarm.

Xizel saw the right moment and shouted, "Charge out and meet up with Thunder Eagle!" The team members responded in unison, bursting out with their last bit of strength, like a black sharp blade, breaking through in the direction of Thunder Eagle.

The Dark Angels fought and retreated amidst the hail of bullets, desperately trying to break through to the Thunderhawk gunship. The Thunderhawk's heavy firepower slightly eased their pressure, but the aliens remained fearless and continued to advance frantically.

Suddenly, a nimble alien rushed out from the side and bit a dark angel's arm, leaving deep teeth marks on the power armor.

The soldier groaned, then without hesitation, drew the combat dagger from his waist with his other hand and stabbed it fiercely into the alien's eye. The alien, in pain, opened its mouth and rolled on the ground, struggling. The soldier crushed its head, and its brains flowed onto the ground.

At the same time, Xizel discovered that a large group of aliens were gathering in front of them, trying to block the passage between them and the Thunderhawk. His eyes were stern, and he shouted into the communicator: "Concentrate firepower, break through the front!" The team members quickly adjusted their positions, raised their grenade launchers again, and fired a volley at the alien group.

The explosion of the bomb was deafening, and the alien's limbs and arms flew everywhere.

Just as they were about to reach Thunderhawk, one of the team members slipped and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the surrounding aliens immediately swarmed over. Xizel was anxious and turned to rush towards the team member, wielding his chainsaw sword to kill the approaching aliens while shouting, "Get up!" The team member quickly stood up and fought side by side with Xizel. Finally, under the cover of his teammates, he successfully boarded the Thunder Eagle.

The Thunderhawk slowly rose into the air, while the alien below was still roaring and jumping angrily.

Xizel gazed out the porthole at the blood-stained battlefield, his brow furrowed. Although the mission had been barely accomplished, the sheer number and ferocity of the aliens made him realize that a more brutal war might have just begun. They needed to bring back intelligence as quickly as possible so the Primarch could reassess these planets and decide whether to purify or destroy them.

Zhuang Sen stood in the command center, his stern face illuminated by the dim light of the screen.

In the communication channel, the reports of the descendants came one after another, and each sentence announced the progress of the exploration of nearby planets and the victory of the battle.

"Area 1 has been cleared, alien resistance is weak."

"A large nest has been discovered in Area 2 and is currently under fire suppression."

Zhuang Sen stared at the holographic map and listened to the voice in the communicator. His brain was like a high-speed precision instrument, with countless thoughts surging and colliding in it.

How to deploy troops, how to utilize the terrain, and what weapons can most effectively fight the aliens, these questions kept circling in his mind, and one plan and strategy after another to fight the aliens on this planet took shape and were perfected.

An irrepressible excitement surged in the Primarch's chest. This was what he had always longed for, to slaughter to his heart's content on a battlefield of blood and fire, to mercilessly slaughter the enemies, and ultimately to completely destroy those xenos and wipe out every trace of their existence from the universe.

For him, this is not just a battle, but a loyalty to the Emperor, a pursuit of glory, and a hunt to satisfy the deepest desires in his heart, and he is the strongest hunter.

Chapter 252: I, Jonson, Amazing; Dissatisfaction of the Terran Luna Wolves

Zhuang Sen suddenly raised his hand, his fingers dancing rapidly on the floating holographic map, and in an instant he accurately circled several key areas.

He then issued a voice command through the communication device. His voice was deep but penetrating, echoing clearly in the command center: "Group Three, Group Five, immediately provide support to Area Two! We must completely eliminate the alien nest within an hour, leaving no one alive! Area Four teams, listen up, quickly encircle the left and cut off the alien's retreat. Don't let any escape to other areas."

At this moment, an adjutant stumbled over with a panicked look on his face, and reported hurriedly, "Sir, something terrible has happened! We've just detected an extremely powerful energy fluctuation coming from the direction of the planet's core. Preliminary judgment suggests the presence of a higher-level alien!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Sen's deep eyes flashed with a ray of fanaticism. The corners of his stern mouth slowly curled up, revealing an extremely cold smile. He murmured softly, "You came just in time. I was bored and couldn't find a more interesting opponent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he adjusted the combat deployment with great vigor and decisiveness, quickly assembled his elite troops, and aimed directly at the core of the planet.

Along the way, the sharp roars of the aliens came one after another, continuously, and the pungent smoke filled every inch of the battlefield, like a thick haze that could not be shaken off.

Clutching a bolter, his figure as nimble as a cheetah, Jonson charged at the forefront of the group. His figure darted through the intertwined shadows of gunfire and the cascading explosions. With each pull of the trigger, a bolt whistled out, slicing the life out of the aliens with uncanny precision, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Finally, they reached the source of the energy fluctuations. Before them, a vast, deep cave suddenly appeared, its entrance filled with strange mist, as if leading to an unknown, terrifying abyss.

As they entered the cave, a massive Alien Lord slowly rose to its feet. Its body was several times the size of an ordinary Alien, and it exuded a chilling aura. The air around it seemed to become thick and oppressive due to its presence.

The fighting spirit in Zhuangsen's eyes didn't diminish in the slightest; instead, it burned even more fiercely. He raised his weapon high in the air, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement as he declared, "This is our ultimate goal! Destroy it and put an end to this hunt once and for all!"

As his words fell, the soldiers' morale was instantly ignited to the peak. They burst into deafening roars and rushed towards the alien lord without hesitation.

Lion El'Jonson, holding the sword named "Loyalty," activated his molecular stance, and a faint halo of light suddenly appeared around the sword. He took the lead, rushing forward like a black lightning bolt.

As the sword was swung, a cold light flashed, and wherever it went, aliens were slaughtered. Large pieces of alien corpses fell like rain, splashing blood all over the ground, like unripe wheat harvested by the autumn wind.

The alien lord locked onto Zhuangsen, wielding the unusually twisted sword that exuded a strange aura, and slashed wildly at Zhuangsen who was running so fast that he even left an afterimage.

However, Zhuang Sen was agile and easily dodged every attack, as if dancing with danger, yet always remaining invincible.

Then, Zhuangsen seized the opportunity, and with fierce momentum, he swung the sword of loyalty in his hand and slashed fiercely at the twisted body of the alien lord.

In an instant, green blood splattered everywhere, and a shocking wound appeared on the alien lord's body.

The Alien Lord felt pain and let out a series of shrill roars and screams, and his attacks became more violent and disorderly.

But Zhuangsen was like a ghost; none of those ferocious attacks could land on him. The alien lord was like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, powerless to struggle under its claws, only awaiting his final death.

Just as the enemy aliens were fighting fiercely for their lives, Aurora's anxious voice suddenly rang out from the communication device in Zhuangsen's ears: "Jiangsen, when will you be back? The meat is already roasted, and Russ has already eaten a lot. If you don't come back soon, he will eat it all."

When Zhuang Sen heard this, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and then he put away his joking expression. His expression became extremely serious and solemn, and the aura around him suddenly became icy cold, like an iceberg that had not melted for ten thousand years.

The alien lord felt this powerful and cold oppression and was so frightened that he stood there in a daze. It seemed as if he saw a savage beast in the man in front of him who was slightly taller than other humans.

Zhuang Sen seized this fleeting opportunity, exerted force on his feet, and rushed forward like an arrow. The sword of loyalty in his hand stabbed straight out, piercing the alien lord's throat.

Green blood spurted out like a fountain, spattering Jonson's armor.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his other hand and tightly grasped the alien lord's neck, which was pierced through the throat and twisted and deformed. Then he exerted force suddenly and pulled it down, pulling out its long spine along with it. The scene was bloody and shocking.

Zhuang Sen looked at the huge corpse of the alien lord in front of him and nodded with satisfaction. In his eyes, this was a perfect trophy made from a warm-up and leisure battle.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly, connecting to Coswayn's communication channel.

"Sir, what are your instructions?" Coswayn's voice came from the communication device, respectfully and on standby.

Zhuang Sen scanned the devastated yet triumphant battlefield and calmly ordered, "You and your men will stay and clean up the battlefield. Not a single trace of the aliens will be left."

"Yes, sir!" Coswayn took the order without hesitation, and his voice of quickly deploying the troops came from the other end of the communication.

Zhuang Sen hung up the phone and looked at the time on his wrist. It was twelve noon in Terra.

"From the time we started this battle at twelve o'clock in the evening on Terra until now, exactly twelve hours have passed, and the entire sector has been successfully cleared."

The Primarch thought to himself that although he had not made any obvious progress, at least he had not regressed either. In his strict self-evaluation, such results were barely acceptable, but somewhat unsatisfactory.

However, the corners of Zhuangsen's mouth curled up slightly, and the scene after returning had already emerged in his mind: the joy of eating big chunks of meat, and the undisguised jealousy on Leman Russ's face when he saw his brilliant victory.

Thinking of this, he strode towards the spaceship, ready to take this glorious military achievement to the celebration banquet filled with laughter, food and wine.

"Clearing this sector in twelve Terra hours, Jonson, you're incredible!" Aurora exclaimed in amazement, giving him a thumbs-up. As the leader of the Second Legion, she knew that such a feat would be extremely difficult to achieve, even with her all-out effort.

Hui Le's fingers slid quickly across the data screen, and after a careful examination, he added, "Furthermore, no Titan Legion was deployed throughout the entire process, and the First Legion's mysterious dark technology was never unveiled."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Leman Russ exclaimed, casually placing the largest piece of raw meat on the plate in front of Jonson and saying generously, "You've made the greatest contribution today, so this best meat must go to you."

Zhuang Sen felt so elated by the compliments, as if he were already drunk before he even started drinking. He grabbed a handful of the raw meat from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and began chewing. Blood soon seeped from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing Zhuangsen wolfing down the raw meat, Leman Russ couldn't help but gasp, thinking that this guy was even more barbaric than himself.

"Aurora, don't be discouraged. You never know when you'll be able to do it. And Ruth, don't be discouraged either. You might get lucky and have my ability."

Zhuang Sen began to talk incessantly, enjoying the joy of being praised by everyone.

"Russ, go and bring over your famous mead. Let's drink as much as we want today and not stop until we are drunk! Aurora, go and cut some more raw meat. As for Huile, help me roast the meat later." Zhuang Sen made arrangements while chewing the meat.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Is this really the usual calm Zhuang Sen?

Leman Russ was even more puzzled. He couldn't help but wonder if the raw meat he had just handed to Zhuangsen had been secretly injected with wine. Otherwise, why did he seem to be drunk and so forgetful? Who did he think he was?

Warmaster?

Emperor?

But Leman Russ still got up and left. After all, he knew very well that if he didn't go to get the wine, Zhuangsen, who was immersed in the joy of victory, might use this brilliant achievement to tease him again, which would be even more embarrassing.

Seeing Leman Russ go get the wine, Aurora didn't delay any longer and picked up the knife to start cutting the meat skillfully. Her technique was so skillful that in a short while she had sliced ​​the meat into slices as thin as a cicada's wing and placed them neatly on the plate.

Hui Le looked at Zhuang Sen, who was still getting carried away, and said slowly: "Zhuang Sen, Ten Titan Legion, Logistics, Fourth Legion Management."

Hearing these words, Zhuang Sen's originally somewhat dazed expression instantly disappeared, and he felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and he immediately sobered up from his intoxicated state.

The reason for this is not because of anything else, but because each of the matters mentioned by Hui Le is extremely complicated and difficult. He knows in his heart that with his current energy and ability, it is really difficult to handle them all properly.

Thinking of this, his originally high spirits couldn't help but drop a little. He sighed slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

……

The Silver Moon Wolf Legion once again triumphed in the brutal war.

The Gastalin, as the elite guard of the Primarch of the Silver Moon Wolf, are led by Farkus Cabot. All members are dressed in Terminator armor and armed with power weapons. They are responsible for protecting the safety of the Primarch and carrying out key assault missions, but this is just Farkus Cabot's fantasy.

"It should be an invincible and highly valued force on the battlefield."

Falkus Cayber said with a sorrowful expression, sighing heavily as his gaze fell on the death report from Gastalin in his hand, his heart filled with bitterness and helplessness. He knew too well that his brothers from Terra were undoubtedly being manipulated by Horus's gangster brother Abaddon.

He silently calculated in his heart, how many times has this happened?

The Primarch's personal guards, Gastalin, suffered heavy casualties, with corpses strewn all over the ground.

Thirteen times?

Maybe more.

In the years that passed, Falkus Cayber had more than once sincerely advised Horus that the Primarch's personal guards should never be abused in this way and should not be blindly driven to the most dangerous places on the battlefield.

Even more so, they should not deliberately use soldiers from other legions as bait and sacrifice them in vain just to allow the Silver Moon Wolf Legion to easily reap victory and glory.

However, every time he made a suggestion, he was only met with a scolding from Horus.

To this day, although he nominally has the command of the Gastalin Guard, in reality, the one who truly controls the team's actions is still Abaddon, the company commander.

Horus's triumphant return should have been a time of celebration for the legion and a time for crowds of people, but Falkus Cayber was filled with resentment, and the scenes before him were unbearable for him.

He watched helplessly as his old friends who had fought and died on the battlefield and made great achievements were suffering from heartbreaking injustice.

These heroes who once fought for the Legion were completely ignored by the Primarch Horus, as if all their past achievements were forgotten; in the Legion, they were gradually marginalized, and their comrades who once fought side by side now treated them like trash; what was even more infuriating was that those ignorant Cthulhu brats dared to bully them wantonly and did not take these elders seriously at all.

Those who were once the backbone of the legion have become antiques that no one cares about in a short period of time. No one cares about their efforts and no one cares about their circumstances.

Fakus Cabo himself was not spared. His disappointment and dissatisfaction with Horus grew like weeds, and he even felt helpless and extremely rebellious.

After all, the Primarch in his eyes, the genetic father who gave him life and power, acted in such an incomprehensible way.

Horus would rather promote those scum who came from gangs and were full of ruffians than reuse the veterans and elites from Terra.

You know, the great reputation of the Luna Wolves is the glory bestowed upon them by these veterans with their blood and lives after they occupied the moon for the Lord of Mankind.

Back when the Sixteenth Legion was gaining fame, Horus was probably just a nobody working for a big gang leader, making a living by street fighting and cheating.

But now he is so ungrateful of our past friendship, how can it not make people feel heartbroken.

There is also the Brotherhood, which infiltrates outward from the Sixteenth Legion's Silver Moon Wolf as its core, like an invisible net, quietly spreading to other legions.

All the fighters who joined the association acted without any principles, and only helped their relatives and not others.

As long as they are members of the association, even if they make mistakes, they will come forward to protect them without hesitation, and are even willing to take the blame for others, with no bottom line at all.

On weekdays, they sang the same tune in each legion, one played the good guy and the other played the bad guy, and they acted in cahoots with each other, causing chaos within the legion. The originally pure comradeship was polluted by them, and was filled with shady conflicts of interest and intrigues.

Oh Horus! Didn't you see that? That ambitious scholar Guilliman you always talk about didn't copy anything about the Legion!

Chapter 253: The big stage of Nukelia, come if you have a dream.

"The fleet is about to jump to Ultima. Four legions, half a million Astartes, and hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliaries for each legion. I don't know who in Ultima is so lucky. The last person who could be treated this way was the Randan xenos. Who will it be this time? Guilliman."

Leman Russ racked his brains but could only think of the name Guilliman. Only their ambitious brother was worthy of being treated like that.

"Reclaiming a planet called Nukelia, a remote region of Guilliman's domain. It was once the exclusive domain of a pharmaceutical company during the Golden Age. Later, due to the economic downturn, everything on the planet was sold to an entertainment company. And then, can the anesthetic produced by the pharmaceutical company be used to anesthetize the Primarch?"

Huile looked at the information on the data screen. This was the information given by her mother.

"Are you seeing right? Huile, it can paralyze the Primarch. What is this? Black technology?" Leman Russ was extremely shocked! Even Zhuang Sen and Aurora were the same.

"This is the data my mother gave me. It's written clearly on it." Hui Le said, and continued to read, "The artificial humans created by that entertainment company actually have the strength of the Original Body; the armor they produce can also give the wearer the power of the Original Body, and even has the incredible function of recalling scattered souls. In addition, there are countless iron men and stone men, whose strength is not inferior to the Original Body." After Hui Le finished reading, he felt that all this was too magical.

When did Primarch-level strength become so "worthless"? Humanoids, iron men, stone men, actually possess such power by wearing armor!

"And mother also told me that one of our brothers has landed in Nukeria. If you have the ability, try to bring him back. If you really can't defeat them, be sure to protect yourself and evacuate your brother safely. After that, you don't have to worry about this matter anymore." Hui Le looked solemn and continued to add.

"According to my mother's description, the people in Nukeria all seem like brothers and sisters to us. I just don't know which unlucky brother landed in such a strange cemetery."

Leman Russ shook his head, feeling that his cognition was being refreshed again and again, and his heart was filled with helplessness and confusion.

"With the strength of the Primarch, it is not difficult to imitate a body with the strength of the Primarch using myself as a template. I have done similar experiments before and successfully created a soulless body of the Primarch. But this process consumes too many resources, and the cost-effectiveness is extremely low. It is really not cost-effective. But the armor that can imprison the user's soul, and the anesthetic that can numb the Primarch, I racked my brains but couldn't think of a way to make it." Hui Le frowned and fell into deep thought, thinking back to the previous experiments. Although there were results, they were also accompanied by many problems.

……

In Luceria, Angron rose up as a slave and rebelled against the tyrannical slave masters.

Oenomos, Ono Mamos, Cassius, Mano, and Iris became Angron's most solid support in this struggle. Like tightly meshed gears, they built an indestructible line of defense in the baptism of blood and fire.

In the cruel and brutal arena, Angron experienced countless life-and-death trials and finally found a chance to escape. With a single call, he led all the oppressed slaves to break free from their cages and regain their freedom.

From that moment on, Angron became the undisputed leader of all slaves. His figure was like a towering mountain, holding up a sky of freedom for his followers and guiding them on their journey towards liberation.

When the slave owners learned that Angron had led the slaves in an uprising and successfully escaped from the arena, they were furious. They hated anyone who challenged their authority, especially slaves.

They quickly gathered forces from all sides, hired a group of fierce, brutal and well-equipped mercenaries, and formed a siege army together with their own private armed forces.