Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

On the battlefield, the shadow of death follows everywhere, and cruel realities continue to unfold.

The bodies of Astartes warriors and mortal auxiliary soldiers lay in a pool of blood, and the blood flowed out, quickly soaking the barren land beneath their feet.

This fully revived Necron Dynasty displayed terrifying strength, like a long-dormant beast, erupting with terrifying power.

The Necrons' movements were mechanical and precise, and the Gauss weapons in their hands continued to spray deadly rays of light. The light was a breathtaking blue, as if it was a call from the abyss of death.

Even the ceramic steel armor seemed a little powerless under such a fierce attack.

Although the Astartes warriors were clad in solid parasteel armor, attacks from Gauss weapons could easily penetrate or severely damage the armor.

After being hit by Gauss rays, some soldiers' armor instantly had large charred holes, and their bodies were sent flying backwards by the huge impact force; although some soldiers' armor barely blocked the attack, the powerful impact force still caused their internal organs to shift, they vomited blood, and lost their combat capability.

Chapter 278 The collision of physical laws and psychic power.

Deep in the battlefield, Gauss weapons emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and blue-white beams of death tore through the air like a deadly scythe, piercing through accurately.

The mortal auxiliary soldiers of the Second Legion, clad in cheap carapace armor, charged forward without hesitation in the face of terrifying firepower.

Every time a Gaussian ray hit, the soldiers instantly turned into atoms and dissipated into ethereal ashes.

"For the sun! For the moment when dawn shines!" The deafening shouts penetrated the noise of the battlefield like rolling thunder.

The auxiliary soldiers knew that the grenade launchers in their hands had little effect on the Necrons. They gripped their chainswords tightly and rushed towards the enemy with the determination to die.

The lives of hundreds of soldiers became the price to pay for a chance to get close. Finally, the teeth of the chainsaw sword cut into the necks of the Necrons. With the sound of metal friction and bone breaking, heads rolled down one by one.

In front of them, the Astartes were like golden-red immortal monuments, covered in the molten gold of the setting sun, standing tall on the broken earth. Although everything around them was crumbling, it did not diminish their majesty in the slightest.

Just like the dawn light that penetrates the haze at daybreak, in the midst of the collapse of the sky and the cracking of the earth, although it bears the heavy pressure of fate, it always stands firm and never falls.

The Predator tank is derived from the Rhino tank chassis and has been around since the Dark Ages.

Originally, it was created to resist the crazy attacks of the Orcs.

During the long campaign, the Second Legion encountered countless waves of greenskins. The Predator Tank became the iconic equipment of the Second Legion due to its excellent performance, like a shining battle totem.

At this moment, the heavy tracks of the Predator tank crushed the ruins full of broken walls, making a dull roar.

The crew members skillfully changed targets and loaded ammunition.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang tore through the battlefield, and artillery shells roared out with blazing flames. With their powerful firepower, they tore through the enemy's defense line for the legion fighting bloody battles and injected a powerful force to turn the tide of the battle.

Amidst the roar of artillery shells, the Astartes, leveraging the defenses ripped open by the Predator tanks, charged towards the Necrons like beasts unleashed. The Second Legion's captain roared through the tactical channel, his voice like a bell: "Brothers, the Predators have opened a breach. Charge in and crush these xenos!"

The Predator tank did not stop for a moment. The crew members used their superb operation to constantly adjust the shooting angle to provide cover for their comrades.

Suddenly, a group of Necrons Immortals rushed out from the flank. They moved strangely and the blue light on their bodies flickered.

The tank commander keenly sensed the danger and immediately ordered: "Turn, target the Necrons on the flank!"

The Predator tank's turret rotated rapidly, and with a few roars, the shells hit the target accurately.

At the moment of the explosion, metal fragments of the Necrons flew everywhere, and the raised dust temporarily blurred the view of the battlefield.

But just then, a Necron Destroyer, hiding in the ruins, attacked the tank. Its energy beam grazed the armor, leaving a scorch mark. The tank commander snorted, "What a trick!" and immediately ordered his gunners to launch a blanket attack on the Destroyer's hiding place.

Just as the Predator tanks continued to output firepower, a tall Necron Overlord, holding a scythe shining with psionic light, led a group of Death Marked Hunters and rushed over.

The Overlord was surrounded by a strange energy shield, and every step he took made the ground tremble, and the Death Mark Hunters behind him also let out sharp screams.

The Predator tank's main gun quickly adjusted, trying to carve a path through the Necron ranks.

However, just as the main gun was about to fire, a beam of psionic energy shot out from the Overlord's hand, brushing past the side of the tank. The violent explosion caused the tank body to shake violently.

The alarm inside the car sounded loudly, and the crew quickly checked the equipment and found that some control systems were damaged.

The driver remained calm and controlled the tank, trying to increase the distance between himself and the Necrons. At the same time, the gunner urgently switched his secondary weapon and fired at the Death Marked Hunter that was rushing in the front.

Just as the Overlord was about to rush to the tank, a golden-red figure fell from the sky—the Terminator squad of the Astartes Codex arrived.

Armed with power fists and storm bolters, they engaged in fierce close combat with the Necrons, buying time for the Predator tanks to repair.

The fierce battle with the Necron Overlord is still in its white-hot stage. The battlefield is littered with corpses, countless Astartes warriors have died heroically, and their blood has dyed the earth red.

Hui Le's anxious and unquestionable order came from the communication channel: "Stop repairing the tanks! Prioritize ensuring the safety of the personnel. There is no need to waste time on the damaged tanks at this moment. Activate the spare vehicles directly!"

The surviving Astartes warriors, their bodies stained with the blood and dust of their comrades, responded to the order and retreated quickly and orderly. The Predator tanks, riddled with holes from the previous encounter, had some parts emitting smoke, having already collapsed under the weight.

But the Astartes knew that only by following orders could they retain a glimmer of hope in this contest of unequal strength.

As soon as the Astartes warriors retreated to the rear, the spare Predator tanks rushed towards the battlefield like roaring steel beasts at lightning speed.

The commander calmly issued an order through the tactical channel: "Attention, all units! Follow the predetermined tactics. Draw the Necromancer's firepower and create an opportunity for me to attack!"

At the same time, several golden rays of light flashed across the sky, and the Astartes' dreadnought mecha fell from the sky.

These dreadnoughts were equipped with powerful twin-linked heavy bolters and melta cannons, and they poured firepower on the Undead Overlords the moment they landed.

The Undead Overlord was caught off guard by this sudden attack, and the psionic shield surrounding his body began to flicker under the dense artillery fire.

The Predator tank seized the opportunity and fired its main gun at full force, with each shell accurately hitting the Undead Overlord.

Amidst the violent explosion, cracks began to appear on the Overlord's body.

But the Necron Overlord suddenly roared, and the cracks on its body began to heal, and the surrounding Necrons rushed towards the Predator Tank like a tide.

The sounds of "dong dong dong dong" struck the dead silence of the battlefield like heavy hammers.

The footsteps of the Iron Legion made the ruins beneath their feet rustle.

The deployment of the Iron Man Corps this time was a helpless move.

The Second Legion's fearless mecha is not only a powerful weapon on the battlefield, but also Aurora's treasure.

Once the mecha is damaged, no one can bear the consequences of Aurora's thunderous wrath.

The iron men struggled forward among the ruins, raising large clouds of dust with every step.

The weapons in their hands are always ready to launch a fatal blow to the Necrons.

Just when Hui Le was full of anxiety, the Iron Man Legion finally arrived at the core area of ​​the battlefield.

The Necrons seemed to sense the threat, and a group of Death Mark Hunters gathered from all directions. The Gauss weapons in their hands flashed with a faint green light and kept shooting at the Iron Legion.

The dense energy beams splashed sparks on the iron men's heavy armor, making a harsh sound.

At the command of their leading Iron Commander, the Ironmen quickly deployed into formation. Their twin heavy bolters spewed flames, raining down bullets on the stalkers like a torrential rain.

Under the powerful fire suppression, a hole was torn in the hunters' encirclement.

At this time, the Undead Overlord emerged from the shadows of the battlefield, waving a scythe that emitted strange psionic energy.

It roared and rushed towards the Iron Legion, leaving scorch marks on the ground wherever it went.

The Iron Men were not afraid. They used flexible operations to avoid the attacks of the Overlord and counterattacked with artillery fire.

Not far away, the scarred Dreadnought of the Second Legion rejoined the battle after a slight repair.

It let out a dull roar, like an ancient behemoth awakening, holding chainsaw gloves and melta cannons, and rushed towards the Necrons.

The chainsaw fists of the Dreadnought cut through the enemy's metal body, making a teeth-grinding friction sound; every time the melta cannon was fired, it was accompanied by a violent explosion, instantly vaporizing the surrounding Necrons.

Seeing this, Hui Le issued a general attack order through the communication channel: "Everyone attack and crush these undead monsters!" The Astartes warriors rushed out from the flank like tigers, forming a three-sided pincer attack with the Iron Legion and the Dreadnought Mecha.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of gunfire and artillery.

In the fierce confrontation, the Astartes, with their nimble agility, weaved through the hail of bullets, searching for the Necrons' weaknesses; the Iron Legion, with its sturdy armor and powerful firepower, suppressed the enemy head-on; and the Dreadnoughts, with their immense destructive power, rampaged through the enemy lines. Through the close coordination of these three forces, the Necrons' defenses gradually crumbled, and the Necron Overlord, suffering heavy losses, was forced to flee in dismay. This brutal battle, for now, concluded with humanity's victory.

On the battleship, the Primarch's brow was knitted into a knot, her eyes filled with solemnity. She knew in her heart that this area was lurking with a huge crisis - the Necron Dynasty that ruled here held the fragments of the Star God in their hands.

Although this fragment is very small, it is a part of the divine body after all, carrying the mysterious power of the rules of the universe.

If it were any other dynasty, the Primarch might be able to rest assured, but this dynasty has been rooted here for a long time and has deep roots.

They lurk in the darkness, utilizing the complex environment and resources of this area to build a strict ruling system.

Every piece of broken wall and every ray of energy radiation seems to be telling of their antiquity and power.

On the battlefield, the Necron defenses collapsed under the powerful offensive led by the Primarch. The once invincible Necron Overlord now had a flickering psionic light surrounding him, his armor was covered with cracks, and emitted a pungent burnt smell.

Under the surging charge of the Astartes warriors, the heavy fire suppression of the Iron Legion, and the rampage of the Dreadnoughts, the Necrons' army was defeated and scattered like leaves in the wind.

The Undead Overlord let out a sharp and piercing roar, his voice full of unwillingness and anger.

It knew very well that defeat was inevitable and that it had no place to stand in this area.

In a panic, its trembling mechanical palm suddenly reached towards its chest, where the precious fragments of the Star God were stored.

With a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction, the Overlord pulled out the fragments of the Star God.

In an instant, the originally dim battlefield was illuminated by the strange light released by the fragments. The light was like the chaos at the beginning of the universe, mysterious and dangerous.

"Since we can't have it, let's destroy it together!" The Overlord's electronic voice was filled with madness. It used up its last bit of strength and threw the fragments of the Star God towards the flagship where the Primarch was.

The fragments dragged a long tail of flame, like a burning meteor, tearing through the void and rushing towards the target at a rapid speed.

Behind it, space was distorted by powerful energy, forming terrifying ripples.

The Primarch, standing on the command platform of the flagship, was keenly aware of the crisis and stared intently at the flying fragments of the Star God with his sharp eyes.

"Everyone, attention! Activate all defense systems!" Her voice was deep and powerful, echoing throughout the command cabin.

The flagship's alarm sounded instantly, red warning lights flashed wildly, and energy shields were quickly deployed around the ship.

At the same time, a white light emanated from the Primarch's body, ready to deal with the fatal blow at any time.

The fragments of the Star God, carrying destructive power, roared towards the Primarch's flagship, and a violent collision between psychic energy and physical rules erupted.

Tens of millions of years passed, and the two faced off again. The enormous energy generated plunged this already war-torn area into endless chaos and distortion.

The powerful impact was like an invisible giant hand, wantonly kneading time and space.

Space is distorted like crumpled paper, and the passage of time becomes chaotic, sometimes rushing like a turbulent river, and sometimes still like a frozen lake.

In this chaotic area, the laws of physics and the forces of psionic energy wrestle with each other, alternating between gaining the upper hand.

The laws of physics try to maintain their stability and build a solid order.

Under its effect, the metal fragments on the battlefield are neatly arranged, the flames generated by the explosion spread along a predetermined trajectory, and each flying shell has a precise trajectory.

However, the phantom of psychic energy was not to be outdone, and with its strange and changeable characteristics, it continued to erode the defense line of physical rules.

Psychic energy transforms into creatures of various shapes, which emit creepy screams and try to break the constraints of physical laws.

The scale of the collision between the two sides was so huge that it is difficult to describe in words.

Every collision of energy is accompanied by intense light and deafening roar.

In the light, the laws of physics and the power of psychic energy intertwined and pulled at each other, forming countless mysterious runes and strange patterns.

The roar resounded throughout the universe, like a mighty thunder, making all living beings feel the terror and majesty of this power.

Just when the situation was critical, a blinding red light tore through the void, like a falling red star, and shot towards the fragments of the Star God.

It's Aurora.

Her silver hair flew wildly, her eyes burned with a fiery fighting spirit, and powerful spiritual energy surged around her.

At this moment, she used the spear in her hand as a deadly javelin, her movements wild and decisive, like a savage hunter in ancient times, launching a desperate charge towards her prey.

The spear was wrapped in devastating psychic power, leaving a twisted trail in the void.

The energy released by the Star God fragments collided with the crimson light of the spear, and in an instant, the entire space was dyed blood red.

Under the pressure from both sides, the speed of the Star God fragment gradually slowed down and finally stopped. However, the powerful energy aftermath released by the fragment continued to impact the "Glorious Queen" like surging waves.

The ship shook violently, alarms blared, and sparks flew from various equipment.

However, compared to facing a head-on impact from the debris, the damage this time was minimized.

Chapter 279: The second brother’s double standard moment, melee magic does not count as magic.

This is a majestic symphony composed by the laws of physics. The rhythm surges from the deep dimensions of the universe, carrying with it a tremendous power that is incomparable to the real world.

Even though the structure of rules has been broken, its remaining power is still daunting.

At the same time, the soul fluctuations and emotional power originating from the subspace were driven wantonly by Hui Le and collided head-on with the former.

The aftermath of the clash of two vastly different forces spread outward with overwhelming force. The Astartes warriors present, clad in thick power armor, should have been indestructible; the Necrons, with their far superior technology and icy bodies, had always been fearless, but now they could not help but tremble.

In the face of this destructive force, any life is as small as dust and fragile enough to be vulnerable to a single blow.

Aurora swung her hands violently, and her slender figure drew a sharp arc under the deep starry sky, and the flaming spear wrapped in endless spiritual energy tore through the darkness.

At the same time, star fragments on the other side poured down like a meteor shower, forming a two-pronged attack and rushing towards the target rapidly.

"boom!"