Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

It was like a mad beast, rushing all the way, with a clear goal of running towards the dazzling figure heavily guarded by many Sun Guards.

Upon seeing this, the Sun Guards quickly tightened their defense circle and aimed their weapons at the bloody demon. The flashes of their grenade launchers kept flickering, but the demon seemed to feel no pain and managed to carve a bloody path through the hail of bullets, and in a flash, he arrived in front of the Primarch Aurora.

When the Blood God of the Warp saw the great demon like this, he not only gave it powerful strength, but also gave it eight rewards again, making it even more arrogant.

The demon came close, without any hesitation or using any weapons. Its thick, thorny claws, wrapped in black magic power, grabbed Aurora's waist and abdomen viciously.

In an instant, the claws collided with Aurora's shining energy shield, bursting out dazzling sparks and crackling lightning. The powerful impact caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently.

However, facing this seemingly ferocious attack, Aurora simply glanced at it calmly, without any panic or fear in her eyes.

Then, she raised her arm slightly, clenched her fist, and punched the demon with endless power and majesty.

This punch seemed simple, but it contained the Primarch's unmatched divine power, and instantly knocked the huge demon away.

The demon flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and died under the huge force it bore. Aurora punched it back into the subspace.

This made it realize that it was an ant under the Primarch, and under the Primarch it was just a roadside animal, no matter how much reward it received from the Blood God.

Aurora's sword seemed to be given life, carrying surging power, drawing dazzling and deadly arcs on the battlefield.

Every swing was like an unstoppable storm, dragging the surrounding demons into a vortex of death.

She was agile and her movements were smooth and fluid. The sword in her hand accurately stabbed the demons' vital points, and then with a flick of her sword, those huge and hideous demons were lifted high up and hung in the air.

Under the sunlight, the devil's figure was stretched out and slender, but also looked extremely fragile.

Then, Aurora turned her wrist slightly, and the sword blade was like a nimble poisonous snake, shuttling through the demon's body at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, the demon's body was cut into countless pieces, falling like raindrops, and the smell of blood spread, pungent and strong.

Every time she slew a demon with her sword, Aurora could feel a kind of pleasure and joy coming from the depths of her soul.

This feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, of controlling the lives of others, was indescribably wonderful to her. On this cruel battlefield, she was the absolute ruler, the spokesperson for death.

At the same time, the Blood God's whispers, full of enchantment and temptation, kept ringing in her ears.

The voice seemed to come from an endless dark abyss, trying to get into her mind and control her heart.

However, the whispers of the Blood God seemed to her to be nothing more than evil noises, which would naturally disappear after she killed these red aliens.

The Primarch turned a deaf ear to everything, focusing solely on the sword in her hand and the enemy before her, immersed in this feast of killing that belonged to her.

2 hours, 2 minutes and 22 seconds, this time scale was so short that even the Lord of the Skull could not believe it. It was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the Blood God sitting on the Skull Throne.

The Blood God's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief. He had meticulously planned and deployed the battlefield for the Primarch, thinking it would become a cruel meat grinder that would trap the Primarch and make it difficult for him to escape. However, in the blink of an eye, it was completely wiped out.

Without exception, all the great demons and devils that had been rampant on the battlefield, and those crazy and brutal blood-letting vampires that had been arrogant and domineering with the power bestowed by the Blood God, were turned into minced meat and limbs under the sword of the Primarch Aurora.

Their strength was like an illusion in front of Aurora, and they were vulnerable.

They didn't even have time to put up a decent resistance. Under Aurora's storm-like, swift and unstoppable attack, they could only let out a few desperate roars before falling in a pool of blood.

The Blood God roared angrily, his voice echoing in the subspace, causing the surrounding energy turbulence to surge wildly.

He never imagined that the war he had carefully planned would end in such a shameful way. This was undoubtedly a heavy slap in the face for the proud and conceited Blood God.

After completing this bloody massacre, Aurora's face remained calm, her eyes tinged with fatigue yet still dignified. She glanced at the devastated battlefield and then gave orders to her heirs: "Clean up the battlefield. Leave no hidden dangers."

The descendants saluted in unison, then quickly took action to deal with the demonic remains and debris on the battlefield.

After arranging everything, Aurora turned on the communication device.

At this moment, Zhuang Sen quickly connected. Aurora's voice came with a hint of teasing, "How's it going? Have you not finished your work yet? If you ask me, I can help you."

Zhuang Sen's voice came from the communicator, calm and powerful: "No need, Aurora, I just finished clearing them. After all, there are too many of these red aliens, and they seem to have been summoned according to some kind of ritual. Remember, the screams of these aliens are all fake, they have no sense of pain at all. So be careful when killing them, and you will naturally be able to quickly clear them out."

Aurora frowned slightly and then asked, "Did you hear any noisy noises in your ears? Is that some kind of blood sacrifice? Someone's skull being sacrificed?"

Jonson's tone suddenly grew serious, a hint of reproach in it. "It seems you are just as distracted by the battle as the ambitious Guilliman. When we return, I will teach you personally, and we can spar in person."

When Aurora heard this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile of unwillingness to admit defeat: "Okay, I'd like to see what you can teach me. But I won't give up easily." After that, the two ended the communication.

Aurora put away the communication device and looked into the distance, secretly looking forward to the sparring with Zhuang Sen. She was also thinking that she might really be distracted because of her lack of concentration.

The Blood God sat on the skull throne, surrounded by billowing blood mist, and his wrath was surging in every inch of the air.

On the battlefield led by Jonson, He tried to erode Jonson's mind with whispers, just as He had bewitched countless other people, but it was all in vain.

Jonson turned a deaf ear to his whispers, as if they were but the most insignificant specks of dust. This made the Blood God furious. He had never been rejected so many times by any other being. Even Aurora had emotional reactions!

Even more unbearable for the Blood God was Jonson's decisive, emotionless killing on the battlefield. Every swing of his sword, every strike, was precise and cold, like a tireless killing machine. His descendants were likewise, uniform and unwavering, without mercy or fanaticism, simply mechanically executing battle orders.

"Bad review, bad review!" The Blood God's roar echoed in the warp, shaking the surrounding demons. "What on earth did the cursed one use to create Jonson?"

His heart was filled with doubts and resentment, and he was eager to know what kind of nature had forged such an unshakable will in Zhuangsen.

In the Blood God's frenzy, He was not willing to be defeated again and again. He wanted to make this Primarch who ignored Him crawl at His feet in blood and pain.

The two massive fleets, like steel behemoths, cut through the darkness of the universe and headed towards Nuceria almost simultaneously.

The flickering light on the ship seemed particularly dazzling in the boundless starry sky, and the energy tail flame ejected by the thrusters was like a gorgeous ribbon, leaving a series of short traces in the void.

Aurora's fleet is majestic, and the warships of the Sun Guard are arranged in neat rows, like loyal guards surrounding the flagship.

Zhuang Sen's fleet was no less impressive. The warships under his command had a stern appearance and exuded a murderous aura.

As time went on, the outline of Nuceria gradually became clearer in the field of vision. The two fleets maintained an astonishingly consistent speed and arrived at their destination almost at the same time.

In that desolate land covered in red dust, Jonson walked with steady steps, his boots rustling against the red sand. He looked directly at Aurora and said, "Do you need me to teach you now, Aurora?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Sun Guard and Dawnbringers tensed, their eyes revealing undisguised hostility. They gripped their weapons tightly, leaning slightly forward, ready to respond to any eventuality. In the hearts of the Second Legion's warriors, Aurora was a great Primarch, to be questioned or offended by no one.

Aurora sighed helplessly and shook her head. She'd repeatedly felt that her brother's emotional intelligence was worrying. His manner and choice of words always led to misunderstandings and dissatisfaction. She knew Zhuangsen meant no harm, perhaps simply wanting to help before the battle. But his blunt and slightly arrogant words were hard to accept.

"Jonson, I understand your good intentions," Aurora said, trying to keep her tone calm. "But could you please phrase it differently? This could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings. Besides, I'm completely unprepared."

Chapter 270 This is too outrageous.

The empty arena was dead silent, with only the wind blowing the yellow sand wildly. In the arena, Aurora and Jonson stood facing each other, their cold gazes meeting, sparking icy sparks.

The two men walked slowly along the center of the arena, their boots rubbing against the ground, making a dull sound.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sound of swords being drawn pierced the sky, and the two swords of "loyalty" and "responsibility" were unsheathed. The cold light flashed on the swords, reflecting their resolute expressions.

In the blink of an eye, sword shadows intertwined, "loyalty" and "responsibility" collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Wherever the sword passed, the air seemed to be cut, causing layers of ripples.

In the fierce confrontation, Aurora and Zhuangsen's swords became more and more fierce, and "responsibility" and "loyalty" collided wildly.

Every time metal clashed, dazzling sparks flew like small lightning, instantly illuminating the arena.

They swung their swords at an astonishing speed, and the wind created by the blades made a sharp and piercing sound.

As the attack continued, the armor of the two men was covered with sword marks of varying depths, and metal fragments fell off.

These sword marks are like the carvings of time, recording this life-and-death duel.

Suddenly, the two men roared in unison, their muscles tensed, and they burst out with the power to break armies and move mountains.

A massive surge of energy spread outward like a surging wave. The arena's floor buckled under the weight, emitting a teeth-grinding creaking sound. Then, centered around the two men, the ground rapidly sank, cracks spreading like spiderwebs in all directions. Amidst the whirlwind of flying sand and tumbling rocks, this astonishing confrontation threatened to completely reshape the arena.

The cracks spread rapidly, rubble flew into the air, and a sharp whistling sound cut through the sky.

Aurora took advantage of Jonson's momentary hesitation and, using the slope of the sunken ground, lunged at him like a flash of black lightning. The sword of loyalty in her hand whirred as it pierced Jonson's throat.

Zhuang Sen's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly raised the "Loyalty" sword to block.

When the two swords collided, there was a deafening roar, and an invisible air wave swept around with the collision point as the center.

Wherever the air wave passed, the torches on the walls of the arena were extinguished, and the raised dust was blown away in an instant.

The two of them were frozen in place, unable to hold on any longer, their arms trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Zhuang Sen suddenly shouted, exerted force from his waist, and pushed Aurora away.

Aurora stepped back and took several steps on the sunken ground before she could steady herself.

Zhuang Sen took the opportunity to launch an attack, and the "Loyalty" sword danced like a dragon, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Aurora didn't dare to take it head-on, so she dodged sideways and swung her sword back.

The two men fought back and forth, and the sword shadows intertwined, which was dazzling.

Suddenly, a flaw in Zhuang Sen was revealed. Aurora was delighted and thrust her sword forward without hesitation.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch Zhuangsen's chest, a strange smile appeared on Zhuangsen's lips. He suddenly leaned back and swung the "loyalty" sword, hitting Aurora's "responsibility" sword heavily.

Aurora only felt a huge force coming, and there was a sharp pain in the palm of her hand. The "Loyalty" sword almost flew out of her hand.

Zhuang Sen took advantage of the situation and kicked Aurora in the abdomen.

Aurora was unable to dodge and flew backwards, falling heavily on the sunken ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Zhuangsen slowly walked towards Aurora, the sword "Loyalty" in his hand dripping with blood, and a hint of joy in his eyes: "It's over, Aurora." Aurora struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a gleam in her eyes: "No, it's not over yet..."

Zhuang Sen knew that defeating the sister before him was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

The moment Aurora finished her words, she thrust the "Responsibility" sword into the ground, and with the recoil force generated by the collision of the blade and the ground, she shot into the air like an arrow.

At the same time, the aura around her rose rapidly like a volcanic eruption, and a faint red-gold light appeared on the originally damaged armor.

The light was like a nimble snake, moving swiftly along the cracks in the armor. Wherever it passed, the cracks healed miraculously.

Zhuang Sen's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks. The black mist beneath his feet surged like boiling water, condensing into sharp thorns in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, sister, I might hit you harder next time."

As the words were still echoing in the air, Zhuang Sen drove the black mist spikes towards Aurora like a dense rainstorm.

Aurora turned nimbly in mid-air, and the "Responsibility" sword danced tightly, and layers of sword curtains were formed in an instant.

The sword curtain collided with the spikes, sparks flew like fireworks, and the crackling sound echoed in the arena.

Taking advantage of the slowdown in the attack of the black mist spikes, Aurora swooped down like a burning meteorite, wrapped in golden light, and the "Responsibility" sword slashed directly at Zhuang Sen with the majestic momentum of creating the world.

The veins in Zhuangsen's hands bulged as he gripped the "Loyalty" sword tightly, trying his best to raise the sword to block.

This powerful impact caused the ground beneath their feet to collapse again, and debris flew around like cannonballs.

The enormous force forced Zhuang Sen to kneel on one knee. The "Loyalty" sword could not bear the weight and made a sharp buzzing sound, as if it was in pain.

Seeing this, Aurora flicked her wrist lightly, and the sword flexibly bypassed the "Loyalty" sword. With a flash of cold light, it slashed towards Zhuangsen's neck.

At the critical moment, Zhuang Sen suddenly injected the mist in his body into the sword. The "Loyalty" sword instantly grew several feet in size. He used all his strength to swing the sword to block the fatal blow.

The two separated again, and the pungent smell of gunpowder instantly filled the arena. Zhuang Sen was panting, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The Lion King had never been so serious, and every breath was solemn.

The same was true for Aurora. The red-gold light on her body became more and more dazzling, as if it was going to illuminate the entire arena.

The two men looked at each other, and at the same time let out earth-shaking roars, and flew towards each other like two burning meteors.

Amid the crowd's exclamations, two figures collided violently in the center of the arena. A blinding light burst out instantly, as dazzling as the sun, drowning out everything.

The light gradually dissipated, and Aurora's body swayed and became shaky.

Just when she was about to fall, Zhuang Sen rushed forward and held her firmly.

"Thank you." Aurora's breath was weak, her voice a little tired. Her armor was now riddled with holes, crisscrossed with shocking scars, and her body was stained with blood.

Zhuang Sen's condition was equally bad. Under his torn armor, the blood oozing from the wounds had already stained his clothes red.

"Let's go! Let's go to Angron for treatment." Jonson suggested, stretching out his arm to firmly hold Aurora's waist. Aurora also put her arm on Jonson's shoulder. The two supported each other, staggering and limping towards the outside of the arena.

"Jonson, look at what you've done! You knew it was just a test, yet you still hit me on the leg."

Aurora complained, and inadvertently exerted force with her arms, pulling Zhuangsen's neck towards her. Their faces were instantly brought close, so close that they could feel each other's rapid breathing.

Zhuang Sen smiled helplessly and responded, "Didn't you hit me on the leg too? Now we both have to limp along."

"You hit my leg first, so I fought back!" Aurora was relentless, with a reproachful tone in her voice.

As Primarchs, they shouldered responsibilities unimaginable to ordinary people, yet at this moment, they were like two children fighting each other. They leaned on each other like two tightly supported crutches, slowly but firmly stepping out of the arena.

Zhuang Sen listened silently to Aurora's nagging, with a faint smile on his lips, and the hustle and bustle of the arena was gradually left behind.

Angron sat at his desk piled high with documents, his quill scratching across the parchment.

Suddenly, a dull sound came from outside, breaking the silence in the room. He frowned and looked at the closed door.

With his keen perception, he knew that his makeshift guard was falling.

This guard was composed of warriors hastily selected from among the World Eaters. It was just a show. In terms of actual combat power, it was far inferior to the rebel brothers who followed him.

"Bang!" Zhuang Sen kicked the door open violently, and the huge impact force caused the door frame to shake slightly.

Angron looked up and saw Aurora and Jonson supporting each other in a close posture, both limping as they walked, their bodies covered in scars from battle and stained with blood.