Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Although the doubts in her heart lingered like a haze, Aurora forced herself to dispel these distracting thoughts.

The most urgent task is to return to the legion flagship to recuperate, recover strength, and deal with the crisis that may break out at any time.

"Help me back to the Glorious Queen." Aurora's voice was hoarse, revealing her fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

The heirs beside her didn't dare to breathe, and carefully supported her as they walked towards the flagship of the Second Legion, the Queen of Glory, which was docked not far away.

Along the way, Aurora took heavy steps, and the damaged power armor creaked with every step.

Her eyes kept scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any slightest movement. In her mind, after this incident, this seemingly peaceful space was already full of dangers.

Aurora's gaze blazed as she scanned the Astartes standing guard beside her. She spoke, "The galaxy is already filled with crises as numerous as the stars. Countless malicious races, like hungry wolves, covet humanity's position. They vainly seek to push us into the abyss, supplanting humanity and becoming the galactic overlords who usher in a new era."

In the secluded and quiet cabin of the Queen of Glory, Hui Le sat quietly at the table, his slender fingers gently playing with the glowing fragment in his hand.

As her mind urged on, surging spiritual energy was forcibly poured into it, and the seemingly ordinary fragments began to change shape at will under her palm.

The will of the Star God attached to the fragments wailed in pain like a trapped beast. The sharp sound was like the sound of violent friction between steel and steel, metal and metal, which was creepy.

Hui Le remained unmoved and continued to inject spiritual energy like a torrent.

As psychic energy continued to flow in, the aura emanating from the fragments produced a strange effect, causing the stability of the real universe to fluctuate, sometimes stable, and sometimes shaky.

"Mystery, what a powerful force." Hui Le whispered softly, with a complex light flashing in his eyes, with awe of this power and a hint of imperceptible greed.

She knew very well that there were actually many such fragments containing the will of the Star God in the vast galaxy, and there were even more mysterious and powerful Star Gods.

Each star god possesses enough power to subvert the galaxy. Their will and ability make them the most terrifying and fascinating existence in the universe.

Just as Hui Le was immersed in the exploration of the Star God fragments, Aurora's arrival broke the tranquility of the cabin.

Huile's focus on the Star God fragments came to an abrupt halt. She looked up and saw Aurora, her armor tattered, walking in.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly used her psychic power to construct a sturdy cage, tightly wrapping up the fragments containing the power of the Star God to prevent any accidents.

She gently reached out her hand and stroked the shocking scars on Aurora's armor, and her eyes were full of pity.

Aurora frowned slightly and said helplessly, "Stop touching me. Can you please heal me?"

Huile finally came back to her senses and smiled apologetically: "I'm so sorry, my sister, Vera is not here, but I do know some treatment methods. If you need it, please lie down on the bed and I will treat you."

Aurora thought for a moment, knowing that her current physical condition urgently needed treatment, so she no longer hesitated.

Aurora followed the instructions and slowly took off her tattered armor.

In an instant, her body came into Huile's sight without reservation.

The carved soft bed, covered with a fluffy and soft mattress, was like a warm embrace, gently supporting Aurora's upper body.

She lay on her side, with huge scars on her back, shoulders and neck. Under the light, one could even see the white bones inside, which was a bit shocking.

Huile took a deep breath, a green light flashed on his fingertips, and he slowly approached Aurora's wound.

Wherever the spiritual energy passed, Aurora trembled slightly and the muscles all over her body tensed up.

Seeing this, Hui Le slowed down his movements and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, just bear with it, it will be fine soon." The soft voice, like a spring breeze, made Aurora gradually relax.

During the treatment, Aurora frowned and groaned from time to time.

Hui Le was deeply distressed, and each of her movements became gentler. Finally, under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the scars on Aurora's body began to heal, and the bruises slowly dissipated.

Seeing this, Huile breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

After Hui Le finished treating Aurora, he sat down gently on the edge of the bed, picked up a warm towel from the table beside him, and carefully wiped away the sweat on her forehead caused by the pain.

Aurora turned over and stretched her limbs comfortably, like a lazy cat, with a smile unconsciously raised at the corner of her mouth: "Huile, thanks to you, I feel much more relaxed."

Huile smiled, folded the towel and put it back in its place, then poured a cup of steaming hot recovery tea and handed it to Aurora: "Drink it quickly, this tea will help you recover your vitality."

Aurora took it with both hands. The warmth from the teacup spread through her palms and spread throughout her body. She took a sip. The rich tea aroma instantly spread on her tongue, dispelling the fatigue and coldness in her body.

The two chatted casually, recalling the little things they had experienced fighting side by side.

When it came to something funny, Aurora laughed so hard that she almost choked. Huile quickly patted her on the back and scolded her, "Be careful, no one is competing with you."

Unconsciously, time passed quietly.

Huile saw that Aurora's face was rosy and she was in high spirits, so he stood up and prepared to pack up the medical equipment.

Aurora reached out and held her, her eyes full of reluctance: "Please sit with me for a while, it's rare to have such leisure time." Hui Le looked at Aurora's sincere look, smiled and nodded, then sat back on the bed.

The warm yellow light fell on the two of them, outlining their soft outlines.

In this war-torn universe, this small cabin is like a quiet harbor, carrying their precious friendship and protecting against the cruelty and noise of the outside world.

In the quiet atmosphere, Aurora suddenly sat up, her eyes lively and a bit playful: "Huile, do you remember the embarrassing incident when your psychic power was out of control when we fought side by side for the first time?" Huile's cheeks flushed instantly, and she glared at Aurora in pretended anger: "Why are you bringing up the past all of a sudden! If the situation hadn't been urgent that time, how could I..." Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

The two of them were in a state of harmony, with laughter breaking out in bursts.

Aurora stood up and took out the candied fruit that she had treasured for a long time from the depths of the cabinet. It was a rare gift given to them by their mother when they were on a mission on a distant planet.

She handed the candied fruit to Huile and took one herself and put it in her mouth. The sweet taste instantly spread in her mouth.

Outside the window, the vast galaxy slowly shifted, its light shimmering on the portholes, casting a dreamy veil over the cabin. Hui Le gazed out the window and sighed, "I really wish there were more moments like this, away from the flames of war and chaos, to enjoy a moment of peace."

Aurora walked over to her and gently put her arm around her shoulders. "Yes, after this great expedition of humanity is over, we'll find a beautiful planet and relax."

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In another corner of the galaxy, the brutal struggle involving the Luna Wolves continues.

On the battlefield, guns roared, and energy beams were like lightning tearing through the night sky, illuminating the desolate land engulfed by war.

The Pale Nomads grew weaker, their warriors becoming fewer and fewer like leaves in the wind.

Corpses piled up like mountains and blood gathered into rivers, winding across the charred land.

This battle, originally planned as a bait, did not go as smoothly as Horus had imagined.

Horus stood on the bridge of the flagship, overlooking the holographic star map, his thick eyebrows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

The communications officer beside him reported in a trembling voice, "Sir, the Pale Nomads are running out of manpower, and the whereabouts of the enemy reinforcements remain unknown."

Horus slammed his fist into the console, denting the metal surface instantly. His voice was low and angry. "Idiots! Can't they even buy time? If this goes on, the whole plan will be ruined!"

At this moment, Abaddon quickly walked into the bridge and knelt on one knee. "Lord Horus, perhaps we should adjust our strategy. News has come from the front that the enemy may have noticed our intentions."

Horus paced back and forth within the bridge, his gaze blazing. After a moment's thought, he suddenly stopped. "Order the Seventh Fleet to change course and feint an attack on the enemy's flank. Have the Luna Wolves' First Assault Battalion attack immediately. We must seize this key stronghold before the enemy reacts!"

Abaddon took the order and left quickly.

Horus stared at the flashing red dot on the holographic screen, thinking to himself: I must not fail this time, I must clear all obstacles for the upcoming rebellion.

As the order was given, the warships of the Luna Wolves Legion rushed towards the target area at full speed like hungry sharks. A new round of bloody fighting was about to begin, and the fate of the galaxy was quietly changing in this war.

Chapter 281 The Shadow of Death.

The shadow of doomsday hangs heavily over the planet. The 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves, like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness, launches an offensive against the planet, vowing to liberate it from the shackles of evil.

The aliens enslaved in every corner of the planet, exuding a foul odor and with twisted and strange bodies, are like demons crawling out of hell, and they fiercely resist the actions of the Shadow Moon Wolves.

Under the scarlet sky, the shadow of death is like a greedy beast, baring its fangs and claws, ruthlessly devouring lives every moment.

The 19th Legion, the Pale Nomads, quickly joined the battle with their iron discipline and fierce tactics.

Although the mortal auxiliary troops were poorly equipped, they charged into battle with fearless courage, following the two legions.

The aliens, relying on their strange shapes, cruel habits and familiarity with the planet, launched a frenzied counterattack.

The power of Horus collides fiercely on this shattered planet. Every confrontation seems to rewrite the fate of the planet. A brutal battle of life and death has entered a white-hot stage.

The roar of artillery fire and the shrill screams of aliens intertwined, and the Shadow Moon Wolves' assault team, dressed in heavy power armor, shuttled through the hail of bullets like white gods of war.

The chainsaw swords in their hands were wrapped in the alien flesh, accurately tearing the alien's hard shell, and hot black blood splattered everywhere.

At the same time, the Pale Nomads used flexible tactics, driving hoverbikes to maneuver around the edge of the battlefield, using pulse rifles to accurately snipe alien commanders in the distance, opening up a safe passage for the large force.

The mortal auxiliary troops formed a tight phalanx and advanced with difficulty, holding laser guns.

Although they lacked the sophisticated equipment of the legionnaires, the passionate war songs coming from the loudspeakers greatly boosted morale.

The aliens, with their numerical advantage, continuously emerged from sewers and abandoned buildings. They used their sharp claws and venom to cause heavy casualties to the mortal auxiliary army.

Suddenly, a huge alien overlord broke through the defense line. It was covered with thick shells and its huge tail was like a deadly spear.

The captain of the Moon Wolves immediately led the team to fight back, and the two sides engaged in a thrilling close combat.

Just when the situation reached a stalemate, a mysterious warship slowly emerged from the interstellar dust...

When the warship surrounded by a faint blue halo cut through the blood-red sky, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

In an instant, the ship's gun spewed out a blazing beam of light that was enough to devour everything, and bombarded the alien overlord with the force of thunder.

The deafening explosion was like rolling thunder, raising dust that covered the sky and shrouded the battlefield in chaos.

When the dust gradually settled, the huge and ferocious body of the alien overlord had been blown to pieces, and the limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The moment the hatch opened, the Silver Moon Wolf warriors rushed out like a white torrent. Loken strode down the gangway with a nimble figure and shouted, "We're here to support you, brother!"

It was Loken who brought the support of the Silvermoon Wolves.

They acted like a catalyst, instantly breaking the delicate balance on the battlefield.

Relying on the tacit understanding accumulated from fighting side by side with the Pale Nomads, they quickly formulated tactics and launched a three-sided encirclement of the aliens.

Laser guns and pulse cannons intertwined to form a dense fire network. Under this powerful offensive, the aliens retreated step by step, letting out desperate and shrill roars.

But suddenly, a creepy energy fluctuation came from deep within the planet.

Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled violently, as if being violently shaken by an invisible giant hand. Accompanied by a deafening roar, several even larger alien nest guardians broke out of the ground. Their towering bodies were like moving fortresses, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

These monsters are covered with thick and hard shells, and every time they swing their huge limbs, they can create a strong wind.

What's even more terrifying is that the corrosive mucus sprayed from their mouths instantly melted metal and turned rocks into powder wherever it went, and the defense line that had just been established collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The warriors' energy shields sizzled under the corrosion of the mucus, and the light became weaker and weaker, and it could collapse at any time.

Loken's eyes were sharp, keenly sensing the changes on the battlefield. He issued orders without hesitation: "The 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves, will form an assault echelon to draw the Hive Guardians' firepower head-on! The Pale Nomads will circumvent the flanks and seek their weaknesses! The Mortal Auxiliary Corps will provide cover and support. We must not let the defense collapse again!"

Under Locke's command, all the troops took quick action.

The Moon Wolves' warriors roared loudly and charged towards the Nest Guardians; the Pale Nomads moved silently to the flank with their agility; the mortal auxiliaries held their weapons tightly, held their positions, and provided cover for their comrades.

The Luna Wolves charged forward, their power armor gleaming dimly in the artillery fire. They engaged the Hive Guardians head-on, their bolters spitting out dense tongues of fire, but leaving only shallow dents on the monsters' hard shells.

The Nest Guardian swung its tower-like limbs and easily overturned the Moon Wolves' warriors. Those who were hit flew backwards like kites with broken strings, their power armor twisted and deformed, and blood oozing from the cracks.

The Pale Nomads took advantage of the terrain and flexibly moved between the ruins and ravines, and finally found the weak area in the abdomen of the Nest Guardian - the shell there was relatively thin and densely distributed with nerve nodes.

However, when they were about to launch an attack, a nest guardian suddenly spewed out a large amount of corrosive mucus, which fell like raindrops, blocking their way forward. Many pale nomads were unable to dodge, and their shields were instantly corroded and penetrated. Their bodies were corroded by the mucus and became bloody, causing them to scream in pain.

The mortal auxiliary army's defense line was also in danger. The aliens took advantage of the chaos to launch a counterattack, pouring in from all directions.

Although the mortal auxiliary army fought hard and the lights of laser guns flashed one after another, they were poorly equipped and lacked combat experience, and were gradually surrounded.

Many people fell under the alien's claws and venom, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red.

Seeing this, Loken quickly led an elite team and charged towards the defense line of the mortal auxiliary army.

They wielded chain swords, and the alien flesh and blood jumped on the blades, instantly cutting the approaching aliens into pieces.

At the same time, Locke sent a request to the Silver Moon Wolf battleship through the communicator: "Activate naval artillery support, target the weak point in the abdomen of the Nest Guardian!"

With an order, the main gun on the battleship was recharged again, and a dazzling beam of light cut through the sky, accurately hitting the abdomen of the mother nest guardian.

In the violent explosion, a nest guardian fell to the ground, however, the remaining monsters became even more crazy and charged forward desperately.

Death, like a cold-blooded reaper, looks at every living being on the battlefield equally. It will not stop the scythe in its hand just because you are tall and strong.

As if sensing impending disaster, the remaining hive guardians roared to the heavens, their roars shaking the earth and causing pain in their eardrums. Instantly, their hard shells glowed with a strange, dim light, and a powerful and dangerous energy gathered within their massive bodies like a storm.

Immediately afterwards, the nest guardian suddenly opened its bloody mouth and spewed out thick black mist.

The fog seemed to have life, spreading at an extremely fast speed and engulfing the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye.

The originally clear scene disappeared in an instant, replaced by a pitch-black darkness.

The soldiers searched in panic in the black fog, and some weak-willed mortal auxiliary soldiers' confusion and fear grew wildly like weeds in their hearts.

Not only that, the black fog is also highly corrosive. Wherever it goes, the soldiers' equipment makes a "sizzling" sound, the metal shell begins to melt, and emits pungent green smoke. The protective layer quickly becomes thinner under corrosion and is in danger of collapse at any time.

The thick black fog was like a ferocious beast, completely covering the battlefield.

The power armor of the Moon Wolves warriors was the first to sound a sharp alarm, and their energy shields quickly melted away like remaining snow under the corrosion of the black fog.

The weapons of some soldiers began to malfunction one after another, and the metal parts rubbed against each other, making a sharp "clicking" sound.

Loken quickly activated the thermal imaging system of his power armor, but the black fog was like an invisible net, seriously interfering with the signal. All that was left in his field of vision was the vague outline of the hive guardian, looming in the darkness.