Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Well, it's time to change the program." Hui Le murmured softly, tapping the air with his slender fingers, his movements elegant and a bit mysterious.

As she moved, invisible instructions were written into the Iron Man's core system.

In the blink of an eye, the Iron Man's eyes lit up again, and this time, their gaze was firmly fixed on Hui Le, like a loyal guard waiting for his master's orders.

"I have to say, Nukelia is indeed a rich place. In such a short time, I have gained two capable helpers for free." Hui Le raised the corners of his mouth, outlining a satisfied arc.

Immediately, she gave orders to the iron men, her voice low but full of unquestionable majesty: "Go, kill those slave legions, and fully assist my new brother Angron, and don't leave any alive!" After receiving the order, the two iron men made a dull roar, took heavy steps, and ran towards the direction of the slave legion, raising dust wherever they passed.

Almost immediately, the White King's Son's Honor Guard arrived at lightning speed. Clad in specially crafted armor, the metallic sheen gleamed in the sunlight, their blades gleaming coldly, their ranks neat and imposing.

These elite soldiers knelt on one knee in unison, then quickly stood up and gathered around their gene mother.

The Mother of Genes looked into the distance, where faint sounds of fighting could be heard and the battlefield of Angron was filled with smoke.

"Let's go!" The voice of the White King's son's gene mother came, "Go and help my brother. We can't afford to lose!"

The Honor Guard took command and sprang into action. With Gene Mother at their core, they quickly formed a battle formation and, with quick yet steady steps, rushed towards the battlefield.

Angron was covered in blood, and the sword in his hand was extremely sharp. Every time he swung it, it brought about a bloody storm, chopping down the slave owner's lackeys one after another.

He caught a glimpse of the green-armored Dark Angels out of the corner of his eye. Neither side spoke, but the resonance stemming from deep within their blood quietly surged in the air, clearly palpable.

This blood connection could not be disguised. As if being pulled by an invisible thread, the rhythm of their attacks gradually became synchronized.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the flashes of swords and sabers. Angron and the Dark Angels cooperated more and more tacitly, and their attack rhythm was uniform.

Their figures shuttled among the enemy groups, and every attack was accurate and deadly, and the enemies fell in groups.

The pace of killing became faster and faster. The slave owners' lackeys were trapped in a desperate situation under the attack of these two powerful forces. Fear spread in their hearts and the situation on the battlefield was rewritten in an instant.

Two iron men, rewritten by Hui Le, marched onto the battlefield. The huge weapons in their hands spewed out flames of death, and every swing could sweep down large numbers of enemies, like an unstoppable war machine.

"This is how an iron man should use it. All hand-to-hand combat and killing are useless with this powerful weapon."

The Honor Guard of the White King's Son also arrived, the sharp blades in their hands flashing with cold light with molecular stance.

These elite warriors shuttled among the enemy groups, and with superb combat skills and fearless courage, they dealt fatal blows to the enemies. As for the most elite ones, they always protected the original body.

They echoed with Angron and the Dark Angels.

Under this combined attack, the slave owners' lackeys were completely cornered. Their resistance became futile, and with the last of the enemy falling, the fierce battle finally came to an end.

Angron's brows were furrowed, his eyes full of vigilance. Although he no longer waved the sword in his hand, he still held it tightly. He slowly put Iris down from his arms, then turned around. The rebel soldiers behind him were also on high alert, and the atmosphere was so tense that it could ignite the air.

"Who are you?" Angron's voice was hoarse, but it was particularly clear in the dead silence of the battlefield. His eyes looked back and forth between Huile and Zhuangsen, full of hesitation and vigilance.

Huile took a step forward, his expression gentle and sincerity in his eyes. He spoke softly with a soothing tone: "We are your blood relatives, Angron. This throbbing deep in the soul, this sense of blood connection, cannot be wrong. Please let down your guard, we will never hurt you." As he said that, Huile spread his hands and made a non-hostile gesture.

Zhuang Sen nodded silently, his eyes friendly, as if he had seen a beast as ferocious as himself, adding a powerful footnote to Hui Le's words.

At this moment, in the distance of the red sand, the sunlight outlined the tall silhouettes of the two Primarchs. Behind them, the Honor Guard stood in neat rows, quietly waiting for Angron's response, as if awaiting the handover of fate.

Angron was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and slowly put down the sword. The vigilance in his eyes faded a little, replaced by a complex emotion of doubt, expectation, and a long-lost warmth.

"I... am willing to believe you." The Lord of Red Sand said in a low voice, "If it is true as you say, then this blood connection is the only light I have had in the darkness for so many years. My blood relative."

In the distance, two figures gradually emerged from the rising dust on the red sand. Leading them were none other than Aurora and Leman Russ. Behind them, the Honor Guard galloped towards them in unison.

"We're still late despite our haste. They've already dealt with the enemy." Aurora panted slightly, quickened her pace and walked forward, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead gleaming in the sunlight.

As soon as he finished speaking, Leman Russ strode in front of Angron, and before Angron could react, he opened his arms and gave him a warm hug. His hearty laughter immediately echoed in the air: "Yes, and by the way, my brother, I am Leman Russ!" This sudden intimate gesture startled Angron, who was originally on guard, and his body subconsciously tensed up. However, soon, under the influence of Leman Russ's passionate emotions, his expression gradually relaxed, and he raised his hand and gently patted Leman Russ on the back.

Hui Le glanced at everyone and said seriously, "Let's help Angron clean up Nuceria first. The soul of the great slave owner I killed earlier escaped. So, everyone, please mobilize the main force of the legion here. If you can, don't let anyone else do it. Remember, our goal is to pacify this place, not to bomb Nuceria into a deserted place. After all, this may be the hometown of Angron's brothers." She paused slightly and then added, "In my opinion, it would be best to contact our mother and ask. She has existed since the ancient Terra period and must know this place very well."

After these words were spoken, the other Primarchs nodded in agreement, and no one raised any objections.

Angron stood aside, with Leman Russ arm in arm, but his heart was filled with complex emotions, including gratitude for everyone's help and worry about the future of this land. However, at this moment, he also had no opinion.

At this time, in Macragge.

With great enthusiasm, Ms. Yuton personally searched through 500 worlds for the most precious wines for their private cocktail party.

Xi was dressed in elegant clothes and poured the wine slowly and gently into the glass.

The blood-red liquid, like delicate rose petals, rippled gently in the crystal wine glass. Xi leaned forward slightly, parted her red lips, moved closer to the wine glass, and took a sip.

The mellow wine slid down her lips, carrying an indescribable temptation, and her undulating figure added a touch of moving charm.

"When you sniff lightly, the first thing you notice is a rich fruity aroma, with two or three fruit aromas intertwined, followed by a hint of spices and the aroma of oak barrel aging, which is rich in layers.

The moment you take a sip, the tannins are soft and delicate, caressing your taste buds like velvet, and the acidity is just right, making the wine more lively and refreshing.

The wine spreads in the mouth, with fruit, spice and baking flavors blending together, and the taste is mellow and elegant.

After swallowing, the long aftertaste lingers in the mouth, warm and satisfying.

This is a truly exceptional wine, a harmonious blend of elements, of exceptional quality, a truly extraordinary creation that will captivate your taste buds."

Xi couldn't tell what kind of fruit the soaked fruit was. After all, the Milky Way was too big and she had never eaten so much.

Chapter 257: Nukeria's Past

Just when Xi wanted to say something else, the communication connection prompt sound suddenly rang.

"I'm so sorry, someone is looking for me." She said softly to Ms. Yuton with an apologetic look on her face.

Ms. Yuton nodded in understanding and raised her hand to signal Xi to answer the call.

Xi answered the call, wondering in his heart: "Strange, why did Huile call me suddenly?"

"Mother, we have arrived in Nuceria and successfully found our new brother Angron. I am communicating with you to ask what kind of place Nuceria is. The people here have the same strong physical fitness as the Primarch. Are there any unknown black technologies?" Hui Le's voice came clearly from the other end of the communication.

Xi fell into a brief moment of contemplation after hearing this, then spoke slowly, "As far as I can remember, Nukeria was originally the experimental base of a large interstellar medical company. Back then, the anesthetic they sold was said to be able to tranquilize even Eldar gods. Whether it was a broken limb or a recently lost life, this medical company vowed to save them. Later, seemingly planning a larger project, they sold the planet of Nukeria, along with all its equipment, to an entertainment company."

On the other end of the communication, all the Primarchs gathered tightly around Hui Le and heard every word Xi said clearly. Their faces were full of disbelief. They did not expect that the planet Nukeria was so magical!

"What did that entertainment company do after that?" Hui Le continued to ask.

"Later, the entertainment company transformed Nuceria into a theme park. All the people on the planet were cyborgs created according to pre-defined settings. The goal was to allow visitors to immerse themselves in the experiences of famous figures in Terran history, such as Alexander. To achieve the ultimate fidelity, the company would go to great lengths to simulate the experience. Even if a visitor died during the experience, the entertainment company could use special armor created using the healing technology left behind by the previous medical company to bring the recently deceased visitor back to life."

Xi raised her head slightly, her eyes looking at the gorgeous ceiling, her thoughts seemed to drift away.

"Mother, in your opinion, are the Astartes warriors led by our five Primarchs confident in retaking Nuceria?" Hui Le asked.

"I'm not sure how much advanced technology is still preserved in Nukeria. But what is certain is that those cyborgs, as well as the possible stone men and iron men, are most likely still preserved. Moreover, the powerful medical technology I mentioned earlier may also be well preserved, especially the anesthetic, which is the most troublesome. If you insist on taking it back, I'm afraid you will pay a heavy price. To be safe, after you bring Angron and his relatives back, just destroy Nukeria directly." Xi reminded earnestly.

"Okay, mother, I understand. That's all for today's communication." Hui Le said and hung up the call.

Xi took a sip of the wine in her glass, turned her gaze from the communicator to Ms. Yuton beside her, sighed slightly, and said with emotion: "Alas, the child has grown up, and has his own ideas and opinions. He doesn't even listen to my advice."

Ms. Euden smiled gently, her eyes filled with understanding and relief. She said softly, "You should be glad they did this. Just like Robert, he has his own opinions. Under his rule, Ultramar and the 500 worlds are now well managed."

After hanging up the phone, Huile quickly glanced at the people around him.

"Did everyone hear what Mother said just now? If you have any thoughts, please share them."

Leman Russ spoke first, his eyes gleaming with fearless arrogance. "In my opinion, we must fight! We must subdue all the people of Nuceria, clean up all those bastards, and make them receive the punishment they deserve. Didn't Hui Le just deal with their leader? Cleaning up the remaining remnants will be a piece of cake! I don't believe there's a tougher bone to chew than Ran Dan!"

As he spoke, the Wolf King hugged Angron tighter in his arms. Their armors pressed tightly against each other. Angron could even smell the pungent odor of the Wolf King, but he did not show any resistance.

"It's rare that you can say something reasonable today. I will go and summon my army and mortal auxiliaries. I want to see if they have more anesthetics than my warriors and soldiers." Zhuangsen crossed his arms in front of his chest, his face full of disdain, as if he had seen those slave owners trembling in front of them. All Primarchs would not resist any sacrifice for other Primarchs.

Aurora shrugged and smiled, "You've already said everything you want to say. What else can I say? Let's just start fighting!"

"Well, whatever. It's a rare opportunity for me to go crazy with you guys, so let's do it!" Hui Le shook his head slightly, but a determined look appeared on his face.

……

In space, the vast fleet of warships gleamed with a cold metallic luster. When the Primarchs issued their orders, the alarms on the warships instantly rang out in every corner.

Immediately afterwards, countless airdrop capsules poured out like raindrops. The airdrop capsules of four completely different colors drew brilliant trajectories in the universe and fell rapidly towards the planet Nukeria.

The scene was as if the sky was torn into countless holes, and countless steel giants were roaring and rushing towards the earth.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Astartes warriors wearing ceramic steel armor emerged one after another from the airdrop chamber.

These giants with two hearts and three lungs, tall and strong, quickly gathered on the ground, and every movement was efficient and neat.

Meanwhile, the auxiliary troops of the army were also gathering in a tense and orderly manner. Although they did not have the strong physique of the Astartes warriors, their eyes were filled with a burning determination. They marched in orderly steps towards Nuceria, ready to fight alongside the Primarchs' armies.

Angron stared with wide eyes, shocked at the shocking scene before him.

Past experiences surged through his mind like a tide. He had never dared to imagine that such a scene would ever occur.

During those long and dark years, he felt that he was so small and insignificant that he was not worthy of so many people, even countless people, who would bravely move forward and sacrifice for him.

And now, standing before him were over 200,000 Astartes warriors clad in fine ceramite armor. Standing tall and upright, they stood in formation, awaiting their brothers' orders.

The forest-like figure seemed like an indestructible Great Wall of steel, like a cage of paint.

Not to mention, the number of the mortal auxiliary troops they mentioned is so large that it is difficult to count.

An indescribable complex emotion welled up in Angron's heart. It was moved, shocked, and a little unspeakable uneasiness. Such a huge power was gathered because of him, a number beyond imagination.

Angron's fellow rebels who had fought side by side with him were just as stunned by the grand scene as he was.

Cassius nudged Angron with his elbow, his face tinged with both amusement and anticipation. He said with a strange expression, "Hey, it seems you have quite a rich family. When you reunite with your parents and become successful, don't forget your brothers!"

Angron nodded vigorously and said, "Easy and easy!" Abandoning the master, he patted his chest with his big hand, "Don't worry! I'm not the kind of ungrateful person. I will never forget you, forget you all!"

At this moment, Huile quietly came to Angron's side. She leaned slightly to Angron's side and said comfortingly, "My brother Angron, the Empire is great. Our father is the Emperor of the Human Empire, and our mother is the Regent of the Human Empire."

"When you return to the Empire, the entire elite 12th Legion, along with countless mortal auxiliaries, will obey your commands."

"To protect humanity's territory, for Mother, to realize humanity's golden dream, and even more so for our fellow humans who are oppressed on various planets. They need you, we need you, and the entire empire awaits your return. So, do not worry about these sacrifices, for you shoulder a great mission."

"But now that you say that, I feel even more uneasy. I'm just a small rebel leader, and now the fate of the human race is placed on my shoulders. This makes me feel even more uncomfortable." Angron muttered silently in his heart, but facing the sister in front of him who exuded nobility and exquisite temperament, he was unable to say these words after all.

"Why don't you go check on your men?" Angron asked, his face full of confusion. The rebel brothers beside him were so nervous about the sudden arrival of the Primarch that they stuttered and behaved with extreme caution.

Hui Le raised his hand, pointing to the small white area in the ranks, and said, "They're over there. My warriors are suffering from a severe genetic disease, so their numbers are small, only about 50,000. As for the mortal auxiliary troops, I've already counted them."

"Fifty thousand isn't a lot?" Angron was puzzled, almost unable to believe his ears. After all, the resistance army he had worked so hard to assemble had fewer than thirty thousand members.

Hui Le shook his head slightly, his face filled with dissatisfaction with the current number of people. "Too few, my dear rebel brother. You must understand that even with half a million such powerful warriors in the Great Crusade, it's still far from enough. This force can hardly even contend with the Greenskins, let alone the darker and more complex beings in the galaxy."

Angron was silent and said nothing more.

But from his sister's words, he deeply felt that this Milky Way was far from as simple as he had imagined, and that mankind's position as the master of the Milky Way did not seem as stable as he had imagined, and was full of too many uncertainties and challenges.

In Deshiya, a city filled with slavery and evil, in its most prosperous and luxurious rooms, a strange "rebirth" is taking place.

The Great Slave Master slowly rose from the resurrection chamber, his chest rising and falling slightly. With a powerful beat, the breath of life once again filled his body. He felt the power of his heartbeat again, its steady and powerful rhythm, like the drumbeat of fate.

Having just experienced death, he was still immersed in the intense excitement brought by being killed.

That feeling was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into the deepest part of his soul, leaving behind unbearable throbbing.

Fear and excitement intertwined, causing his body to tremble slightly, and his eyes flashed with complex light.

"Hmph, those slaves must have successfully rebelled by now. My iron men and the troops under my command must have perished long ago."

The big slave owner muttered to himself, with a strange excitement on his face, "However, I don't know if other slave owners... No, except me, I'm afraid no other slave owner has such a means of resurrection. In this way, the descendants and relatives of those guys must be in chaos now in order to fight for power. Haha, this is really the best!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh triumphantly. As for the psychic who killed them all before, he was no longer a threat in his eyes.

In his opinion, while psykers certainly possessed powerful abilities, their bodies were ultimately too fragile. "Anyone with an anti-psyker, or a psyker's ashes, coupled with a bullet or artillery shell, would be enough to solve the problem."

The master of Deshiya City snorted contemptuously, his face full of confidence.

As the biggest slave owner here, these things were not difficult for him at all. He had plenty of ways to deal with the so-called threat.

As he thought about it, he slowly stood up and walked towards the treasure room that he regarded as a treasure with a confident and slightly arrogant step.

With a creaky sound, the heavy door slowly opened, and an ancient yet luxurious atmosphere blew in.

In the center of the room, a piece of armor with exquisite shape and style similar to Roman armor is quietly placed. Under the soft light, it emits a dazzling glow, and every detail shows the ultimate gorgeousness.

The big slave owner walked forward, his eyes revealing greed and desire, and he couldn't wait to put on the armor.

When the last piece snapped into place, he seemed to be imbued with new strength. He stood tall and proud, his presence imposing. He examined himself in the mirror with satisfaction, a scornful smile playing on his lips. "Angron, the so-called Uncrowned Lord of the Gladiators, is nothing but a vulnerable chicken and dog in front of me and my ancestral armor!"

At the same time, the High Knights received orders from the slave owners and they took quick action.

The clashing of heavy armor and the neighing of war horses intertwined and echoed in the castle courtyard.

These tall knights, each of them with a burly figure and eyes as sharp as eagles, skillfully mounted their tall and sturdy warhorses, their spears gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Each high knight is well-equipped. The heavy armor not only provides solid protection, but also demonstrates their majesty and strength.

They lined up neatly, like a black steel torrent, waiting for further instructions from the slave master.

The solemn and murderous atmosphere seemed to be able to freeze the air around it.

As the great slave owner put on the gorgeous armor and slowly walked out of the castle, the high knights all looked at him, their eyes full of awe, fear and terror.

Chapter 258: Siege, siege, and kill the high knights.

In front of the city of Deshiya, dense artillery fire poured down like raindrops, heavily bombarding the energy shield of the city of Deshiya, bursting out with dazzling and scorching light.