Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Start the backup lighting equipment!" Locke gave the order decisively through the communicator.

In an instant, the silver searchlight's beam of light tore through the thick black fog with all its might.

But the guardian of the hive seemed to have predicted this action long ago. It let out a deafening roar and commanded the aliens to rush towards it frantically from all directions.

Under the cover of black fog, these monsters were like ghosts emerging from the abyss of hell, approaching rapidly and agilely.

Their sharp claws cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

A Luna Wolf warrior had just raised his bolter when a xenomorph swooped down from overhead like black lightning, hurling him to the ground. With a shrill scream, the warrior's power armor was easily torn apart, and scalding blood instantly splattered into the thick black mist.

The mortal auxiliary army's defense line collapsed instantly under the impact of the aliens. The soldiers were completely shrouded in fear, and the rhythm of their attack became slow and chaotic.

Many people were directly exposed to the black fog, their bodies were quickly corroded, and they let out heart-wrenching howls of pain.

The Pale Nomads used flexible tactics to shuttle between the ruins, trying to approach the guardian of the hive.

However, the corrosive substances in the black fog caused their hoverbikes to frequently lose control, with the engines emitting billowing black smoke. The team had no choice but to abandon their vehicles and continue on foot.

Just as they were about to approach their target, a hive guardian suddenly spewed out a stream of corrosive mucus.

The slime drew a deadly arc in the black fog and hit the team accurately, instantly devouring several team members mercilessly, leaving only a few short screams.

As an Astartes, Loken forced himself to calm down and recall the alien's behavior characteristics when it was not spraying poison.

His eyes, sharp as torches, pierced through the dark mist, locking onto the strange energy shield surrounding the Hive Guardian. His mind raced, and he suddenly shouted into the communicator at the top of his lungs, "Silver Moon Wolf battleships, concentrate your fire on the Hive Guardian's feet! Use the impact to knock them off balance!"

At the same time, he turned to the Luna Wolves beside him and gave a decisive order: "If the shield is breached, throw the melta bomb immediately!"

Upon receiving the command, the Silver Moon Wolf battleship's main gun instantly unleashed a fiery blue beam, accurately targeting the Hive Guardian's feet. The violent explosion shook the earth, and the Hive Guardian's massive, mountain-like form began to sway violently, causing the surrounding energy shield to briefly fluctuate.

The Luna Wolves seized this fleeting opportunity, dashing forward like black arrows and fiercely hurling their melta bombs. "Boom!" A deafening explosion rang out, successfully breaching the shield of a Hive Guardian.

However, just as everyone was preparing to press on, the remaining hive guardians unleashed a piercing scream, the sound waves so sharp they hurt the eardrums. The black fog instantly grew thicker, like a raging black tsunami, sweeping over the warriors.

"Damn it!" The veins on Locke's forehead bulged and he couldn't help but curse.

The situation on the battlefield was critical, and he knew that if he hesitated for a moment, everyone would die.

Then, he quickly opened the communication channel and shouted at the Silver Moon Wolf battleship at the top of his lungs, "Continue the attack! Don't let these nest guardians have a chance to breathe!"

"Received! Main gun fully charged!" A response came from the battleship's command cabin.

In an instant, the main gun of the Silver Moon Wolf battleship emitted a blazing light again, and beams of light with astonishing power cut through the thick black fog and roared towards the remaining nest guardians.

The violent explosion caused the earth to tremble continuously, and the huge body of the mother nest guardian was looming in the thick smoke.

Despite being attacked, these monsters did not retreat, but became even more crazy.

While roaring and commanding the aliens to charge, they converted the energy stored in their bodies into corrosive weapons and poured them madly onto the ground.

Amid the roar of artillery fire, Loken turned to look at the elite Luna Wolves beside him and shouted, "We can't just sit there and wait for death! While the warships are attracting their attention, we can flank them and look for an opportunity to destroy their core!"

The Luna Wolves warriors responded in unison and rushed towards the flank of the Hive Guardian like black lightning.

Meanwhile, the Pale Nomad squad trudged through the ruins, trying to find a weakness in the Brood Guardian.

But the aliens launched wave after wave of attacks under the cover of black fog, making their actions difficult.

The mortal auxiliary army barely maintained the defense line in the rear. Despite heavy casualties, the soldiers, led by their commander, still fought tenaciously, buying precious time for their comrades in the front.

Just as Loken was leading the Luna Wolves to the designated location, a Nest Guardian seemed to sense the danger, suddenly left the battlefield, and rushed towards them.

Its huge claws were raised high, bringing with them a strong gust of wind, and it seemed that it was about to smash everyone into pieces...

Chapter 282 Victory, the dark side of the Council of Four Kings.

Thick black fog surged like a surging tide, filling the air between heaven and earth. Every step Loken took seemed like sinking into an invisible quagmire, becoming incredibly difficult.

At the same time, the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce, and the crazy feeling of oppression was like a thorn in the back.

In front, a twisted monster held high a cannon made of flesh and blood.

The muzzle emitted a strange bloody light, accompanied by a creepy roar, and a beam of energy wrapped in a foul smell roared towards Loken.

Locke was quick-witted and predicted the attack trajectory in an instant.

However, the thick black fog was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly binding his body, slowing down his movements, and making it difficult for him to dodge effectively.

"I don't know if I can survive this brutal war. But before my death, I will completely destroy the enemy before me. I will carry the loyalty and honor that the Silver Moon Wolf is proud of, with both worry and hope. I hope that other Silver Moon Wolf warriors will continue to serve the Primarch and the future of mankind bravely."

This thought, like a flame that never goes out, burned fiercely in Loken's heart when he was on the verge of death.

Just when the fatal bullet, wrapped in a bloody gust of wind, was about to pierce Locke's chest, "bang!" A crisp sound of a grenade launcher suddenly broke through the noise of the battlefield.

The fatal bullet was hit accurately, and its trajectory changed instantly. It flew past Locke's armor and kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground not far away.

Locke's heart trembled, and he turned around to see Endis, his adjutant, kneeling on one knee, with wisps of black smoke still coming out of the grenade launcher in his hand. His cold eyes penetrated the layers of black fog and stared at the direction of the enemy.

"Good guy!" Locke whispered in amazement. In this chaotic battlefield filled with black fog, Endis could actually complete such accurate shooting. Even Locke, who had experienced countless life and death tests, could not help but be moved by his extraordinary marksmanship and courageous reaction.

The twisted alien raised its head and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves were like a surging black tide, impacting everything around it.

It once again raised the cannon made of flesh and blood high up, and the muzzle flashed with strange light wildly, obviously accumulating a powerful energy that could destroy the world.

At the same time, the enemies hidden in the thick black fog, like wolves that had smelled their prey, took advantage of this brief gap to quietly surround them from all directions.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the friction of weapons colliding were getting closer and closer. The oppressive feeling was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping Locke and Endis.

Endis reacted extremely quickly and pulled the trigger of the grenade launcher in an instant.

"Da da da……"

A series of deafening gunshots broke the tense atmosphere on the battlefield.

The storm of explosives, carrying the breath of death, penetrated the layers of black fog at an astonishing speed and shot at the twisted aliens with precision.

Wherever the bombs went, they either pierced through the alien bodies directly, creating bloody holes as big as bowls; or exploded beside them, with powerful air waves blowing them away, and their limbs and arms flew everywhere, falling in the black fog.

"Amazing!" Locke praised sincerely. Although his voice was a little hoarse due to physical exhaustion, it was full of recognition of Endis's superb marksmanship.

At the same time, an irresistible feeling of fatigue came over him like a tide. His limbs seemed to be filled with lead. Every tiny movement became extremely difficult, and even his breathing began to become heavy.

Locke knew that his body had reached its limit and he could no longer fight.

"Can we fight again?" Endis quickly came to Loken's side, looking around, always on guard against another enemy attack.

Locke slowly shook his head, unwilling to admit the fact that he was unable to fight anymore. He knew that admitting it at this moment would undoubtedly mean declaring that he had gone from being a comrade fighting side by side to a burden that was dragging down the team.

After a brief pause, Locke used his last bit of strength to connect to the fleet communication.

Endis crouched aside, listening to Loken's voice, and methodically directed the fleet to launch an attack on the enemy's hive: "Coordinates 3-7-5, main guns attack with all their might! Be careful to avoid enemy anti-aircraft fire, and then deploy auxiliary forces..."

Despite his frail form, Loken's eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's, and the authority in his words seemed to rekindle his fighting spirit at this moment, leading the fleet towards victory.

Loken's command was transmitted rapidly through the communicator. The fleet, like a war beast activated, quickly adjusted its formation. The light from the main gun muzzle gathered, and a blazing energy beam tore through the black fog and accurately hit the mother nest.

In an instant, a huge hole was blasted in the outer shell of the mother nest, and countless smaller aliens poured out from inside.

They swarmed like a black tide towards the direction where the fleet crashed.

"Fuck, this galaxy is so unfair. Those aliens that have been fought here from Terra have ridiculously strong vitality! They just can't be killed off." Loken stared at the aliens that were still wriggling and moving around in the mother nest, and couldn't help cursing under his breath.

It seems like they can never be killed off, coming in waves, like a thorn in the flesh.

Locke took a deep breath, suppressed his inner irritation, and reconnected to the fleet communication.

His voice was slightly hoarse from fatigue, but still firm and powerful. "According to the order! Launch an attack on the other hives. No need for precise coordinates, just use the previous strike point as a reference for deflection. Adjust the deflection with each shot to ensure complete coverage and give these monsters no chance to breathe!"

The person on the other end of the communicator responded quickly: "Understood! Main gun fully charged and about to fire as commanded!"

Just as Loken was about to reply, suddenly, an alien that had escaped the net roared and jumped out from the black fog, pouncing on Endis with its fangs and claws bared.

Locke's pupils suddenly shrank. Without time to think, he used up his last bit of strength, opened the chainsaw sword in his hand and threw it out.

The sharp blade, accompanied by the sound of wind, accurately pierced the alien's head. The moment it fell to the ground, the roar of the fleet's main guns rang out.

Dazzling beams of energy tore through the black fog, carrying a breath of destruction as they roared towards the mother nests.

Amidst the violent explosion, the mother nest was torn to pieces by the powerful impact, and the burning debris fell like raindrops.

But even so, some aliens still crawled out of the ruins with their tenacious vitality.

"These monsters..." Endis said as he changed the magazine.

Locke's eyes were solemn as he spoke again, "Contact the fleet and prepare for a second strike!" At that moment, his body suddenly shook, and a stream of warm blood flowed from the corner of his mouth...

As the last mother nest collapsed in the artillery fire, the thick black fog, as if slowly dispersed by an invisible giant hand, began to gradually fade away.

The sunlight penetrated the clouds, casting a few golden rays, finally bringing some light to this bloody and cruel battlefield.

No longer restricted by the environment, the Silver Moon Wolves Space Marines are like an unstoppable torrent of steel, fighting side by side with the mortal auxiliary forces, steadily pushing the front line forward.

The grenade launcher continued to roar, and after each crisp shot, there was the muffled sound of the alien head exploding.

The hot bullets tore through the air and accurately pierced the alien bodies, instantly turning these monsters into bloody corpses. The pungent smell of blood quickly spread across the battlefield.

The chainsaw sword was not to be outdone. Its sharp teeth spun wildly, making a buzzing sound that made your scalp tingle.

The Silver Moon Wolf warriors relied on their powerful strength and superb skills to swing their swords and kill, and every swing could tear through the alien's tough skin.

Flesh and blood wrapped around the chainsaw sword like vines, but it could not block its edge at all.

At the same time, the Pale Nomad team flexibly shuttled around the edge of the battlefield, carrying out traction and assassination operations.

They are agile and ghostly, cleverly attracting the attention of the huge and elite aliens.

When these tricky enemies were successfully lured out, the Pale Nomads immediately pounced on their target like cheetahs, their power claws flashing with dark blue energy light, and attacked the aliens with thunderous force.

The powerful impact force and sharp claws can instantly tear open the alien's heavy armor and deal it a fatal blow.

The figures of the mortal auxiliary army shuttled across the battlefield. Even though their physical strength had long been exhausted, everyone was holding on with their last breath.

They swung their chainsaw swords, and every arc was wrapped in wind and blood mist. Although their strength was far inferior to that of the Space Marines, they relied on their fearless spirit and killed the aliens step by step.

The grenade launchers kept spewing out tongues of fire in their hands, and the barrels became hot and red due to the continuous shooting. Many people's knuckles were cracked, and blood dripped down the guns, but no one retreated.

The sunlight penetrates the thin black fog, casting strands of light.

The golden light happened to fall on a young auxiliary soldier. His face was covered in blood, but he could not hide his excitement.

The chainsaw sword in his hand had just killed an alien. He was now gasping for breath, looking at the enemies falling around him, his eyes full of heat.

As another alien fell to the roar of the grenade launcher, the dawn of victory became clearer and clearer. The horn of victory seemed to have sounded in their ears, urging them to charge towards the final victory.

Suddenly, cheers came from the back of the battlefield. It turned out that the Silver Moon Wolf warriors successfully destroyed the last alien core stronghold.

The remaining aliens lost their command, fell into chaos, and began to flee in all directions.

Seeing this, the auxiliary troops' morale was boosted. They shouted and chased the enemy, venting all their long-suppressed anger on these fleeing aliens.

When the last alien was destroyed, the battlefield returned to silence. The auxiliary soldiers supported each other and sat slumped on the battlefield covered with scorched earth and debris.

They looked at the gradually clearing sky, smiles blooming on their tired faces, knowing that they also contributed to this victory.

The Silver Moon Wolf warriors took off their helmets, revealing their tired but resolute faces, and breathed in deep breaths of fresh air.

The Pale Nomad squad gathered in the center of the battlefield, cleaning the remaining alien flesh and blood from their weapons.

They looked around vigilantly to make sure there were no more fish that had slipped through the net.

With the support of Endis, Loken walked to the front of the team with difficulty. His eyes swept over every soldier, and an indescribable pride surged in his heart.

The smoke of battle gradually dissipated, and Loken and Endis stood side by side on the battlefield full of wreckage.

The sunlight dispelled the last of the black fog and sprinkled on their armor covered in blood and dust.

"Captain, you command very well." Endis' voice was a little tired, and his words of praise were a little stiff.

Hearing this, Loken raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled, "Your marksmanship is also very good. If anyone dares to say that Abaddon is the best Astartes of the Silver Moon Wolves in the future, I will definitely use you to refute him." His tone was full of sincerity and ridicule.

Endis was slightly startled, then shook his head helplessly, "Your response is too exaggerated."

"That's true." Locke replied seriously, his eyes revealing his affirmation of Endis.

Compared to the First Captain Abaddon who is good at tank and armored warfare, Loken really prefers his adjutant Endis.

Perhaps it was because he had long seen through the true nature of the Council of Four Kings set up by the Primarch - behind that seemingly glorious power structure, there were unknown conspiracies and undercurrents.

After all, the existence of the Council of Four Kings is like a sharp blade hanging over the heads of the Silver Moon Wolf warriors, often emitting an unsettling cold light.

Time and again, those decisions that were difficult for people to accept came out of the parliament, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

These decisions were deliberately allowed to ferment, causing an uproar within the Silver Moon Wolf team.

Loken still remembered looking at the angry expressions of the warriors at that time, and knew in his heart that all this was part of Horus's plan.

If the warriors' reaction was great enough, Horus, the Emperor's First Primarch, could take advantage of the opportunity to become famous. He knew that Horus longed for greater power and prestige, and this seemingly chaotic situation was exactly what Horus wanted.