Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

In the distant Iron City, Yuanming saw everything that happened on Mars through the connection with the celestial computer, and a barely perceptible cold smile appeared on his face.

But he knew that it was just a meme virus and was not worth mentioning to the core center of the Mechanicus.

I guess the virus will be eliminated in a while.

Chapter 318: Great Strength,

Yuanming walked back to the office with steady steps. As soon as he entered the door, he was met with Makado's inquiring gaze.

"Did you release that memetic virus?" Malcador asked bluntly.

Yuanming nodded calmly, a hint of regret in his tone. "It's a pity, though, that the virus has now been resolved. I have to say, the Mechanicus has a deep foundation and a wealth of valuable resources, to the point of being able to neutralize such a powerful memetic virus."

"Alas." Makado sighed helplessly. Every time something like this happened, he would have to clean up the mess in the end.

At this moment, Yuanming took out a mechanical head emitting a metallic luster from behind him. It was actually the Great Sage's.

When the seal holder saw this, a look of nervousness instantly appeared on his face. After all, Yuanming was the only capable assistant who could help him share the heavy work.

If Yuanming encountered any setbacks during this operation, he would be very distressed.

"Well, I'm fine." Yuanming saw Makado's worry and quickly spoke to comfort him.

Malcador breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

His gaze slowly fell on the mechanical head of the Great Sage in Yuanming's hand. There was a hint of complexity in his eyes. He was looking forward to the secrets that might be hidden in this head, but also felt helpless about the complicated secrets of the Mechanicus.

"This thing might be useful. Those guys from the Mechanicus have a lot of secrets hidden in their heads. Maybe we can dig out some valuable clues from it."

"No need to do that. I have already printed out all the important and valuable things in his mind." Yuanming said as he calmly took out the paper he had prepared in advance from his side.

It was covered with densely packed numbers and letters. Those seemingly chaotic symbols actually concealed the unknown secrets of the Mechanicus.

Makado looked at the paper in Yuanming's hand and was stunned for a moment.

Then, a relieved smile slowly appeared on his old face.

Sure enough, this junior he had always been optimistic about was always so reliable and could always bring him unexpected surprises at critical moments.

In this complicated situation, having a capable assistant like Yuanming really saves him a lot of worries.

Makado solemnly took the paper handed to him by Yuanming, and then looked at it attentively.

The paper was densely covered with numbers and letters, like a series of obscure and mysterious codes, and behind them were obviously the little-known secrets of the Mechanicus.

His eyes were full of concentration and caution. As he examined each line, he pondered in his mind the various possible impacts of this information.

"The importance of this information is self-evident," Malcador slowly raised his head, a sharp glint in his eyes. "After all, even the Archsage, whom we single-handedly nurtured, still possesses unknown dark technologies. This shows how deeply the Mechanicus conceals its secrets."

Yuanming nodded in agreement and responded, "That's right, but given the current situation, he possesses far fewer secrets and dark technologies than the Forge General. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to successfully infect and kill him with the virus."

"However, deciphering this information is no easy task. I'm afraid it will require considerable time and effort," Malcador frowned thoughtfully. "We must gather the Imperium's foremost decryption experts, as well as researchers who are deeply versed in the affairs of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Only in this way can we ensure the maximum value can be extracted from this information."

"The encryption method used by these Mechanicus is truly bizarre, even I find it difficult to decipher. I'll go and arrange the relevant matters right away," Yuanming replied, then added, "However, we, the 1 Ming V Yi Qi N �wuIX leekba, must not ignore the movements of the Forge General. After what happened with the Great Sage, he must have become alert. We must closely monitor his every move to prevent further incidents."

"You are absolutely right," Malcador agreed. "The Fabricator-General holds the utmost military power within the Adeptus Mechanicus. His every move directly affects the course of the situation. We must not allow him the opportunity to stir up trouble and destabilize the Imperium."

After a brief discussion between the two, Yuanming immediately set about gathering experts in relevant fields.

Malcador meticulously arranged for comprehensive surveillance of the Fabricator General. He then immersed himself in studying the documents in his possession, attempting to tease out a clear clue from the complex and disordered characters, thus fully preparing for the even more complex situation that was to come.

After all, this way I don't have to deal with those official duties.

In the following days, decoding experts and researchers of the Mechanicus affairs quickly formed a special research team and gathered in a highly confidential research room.

They launched a race against time to decipher the information obtained from the Great Sage's mechanical head.

Yuanming shuttled between various surveillance points every day, closely monitoring the movements of General Zhuxing, hoping to chop off this guy's head.

But the Casting General seemed to have sensed the danger and became more cautious in his actions. He lived deep in the casting core area of ​​Mars and rarely showed up.

The security forces around him have been significantly strengthened, and all external communications have been encrypted layer by layer.

Yuanming understood that this meant that their actions had touched the enemy's nerves.

In the laboratory, experts racked their brains over those complex characters and codes.

They tried various conventional decoding methods, but with little success.

Until a senior decoding expert proposed that these encryption methods may be a combination of the unique belief symbols and ancient algorithms of the Mechanicus, and cannot be cracked simply from a technical perspective. It also requires in-depth research into its religious and cultural background.

Thus, researchers on the Mechanicus' affairs began to delve day and night into the sect's historical texts and doctrinal documents, trying to find clues related to the characters in the data. After much hard work, they finally discovered some key clues and gradually deciphered the meaning of some of the codes.

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"I don't know when the Primarchs' talks will end."

Blackmey said this with a worried look on his face. In his heart, he was always worried that his own Primarch, his mother, would be harassed by other Primarchs during the negotiation.

After all, each of the Primarchs was incredibly powerful and had very different personalities, so no one could predict what would happen during the negotiations.

Astelan remained silent upon hearing this. He did not miss his Primarch as deeply as Braimer did.

In his opinion, it was some of the Lion King's decisions that dragged them from the lofty and glorious clouds into a chaotic situation like a sewer.

Nowadays, each legion feels that they are extremely powerful and claim to be the strongest.

In Astelan's eyes, this chaos is closely related to some of the Lion King's previous actions.

He thought to himself that if it weren't for the Lion King's actions that caused the First Legion's strength to decline severely, the other legions wouldn't be in such a constant state of conflict and vying for supremacy.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Blackmay shook his head helplessly, as if trying to shake off all the annoying thoughts in his mind. "It seems that the other legions are really bored and have actually started a competition."

When Astelan heard this, he followed Braimer's gaze and looked forward, only to see a competition going on there in full swing.

In the arena, the performance of one Ultramarines stood out: his physique was agile, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, a perfect combination of strength and skill.

In less than 30 moves, the Word Bearers warriors fighting against him were beaten back step by step, and finally they were unable to resist and fell to the ground with a bang.

Astelan looked at this scene, especially the strength displayed by the Ultramarines, which undoubtedly gave him a new understanding of the combat effectiveness of other legions.

The Ultramarines stood beside the fallen Word Bearers warrior, his power armor gleaming coldly under the light, demonstrating the glory of battle.

He slowly took off his helmet, revealing a resolute and youthful face. Sweat from his forehead slid down his cheeks, and his eyes revealed a gleam of victory, but without the slightest arrogance.

“Well fought,” the Ultramarines extended a hand to the fallen Word Bearer. “If you hadn’t exposed a flaw in the fight, the outcome would have been uncertain.”

The Word Bearers warrior looked up at him, took the offered hand, and stood up. Although his face was full of reluctance, he still maintained his proper demeanor. "Humph, I won't lose again next time."

Seeing this, the surrounding warriors cheered and talked. "This Ultramarines are really good, to have defeated the Word Bearers in such a short time."

"Yes, but the Word Bearers are no pushovers either. This competition is exciting!" These voices came one after another, adding a bit of liveliness to the originally tense arena.

Blaymey watched this scene and couldn't help but sigh, "No matter what, this kind of competition can help warriors improve their fighting skills, which isn't a bad thing."

Astelan frowned slightly, looking away from the arena. He said, "The situation is complicated right now. The various legions appear to be at peace on the surface, but they are secretly competing with each other."

"By the way, what was the name of that Ultramarine just now?"

"Sicarius."

At this moment, the announcement suddenly sounded: "Next match, the White King's Son Legion will face the Dawnbringer Legion. Both teams, please prepare."

Brayman and Astelan looked at each other and turned their gazes towards the arena again, ready to watch this new contest. Brayman was especially excited, after all, it was from his own legion.

Carl, the Dawnbringer, was agile and swift. He swung the sword in his hand, drawing a gorgeous arc and performing an extremely beautiful sword flower.

The light reflected from the sword was like a bright meteor, causing everyone around to exclaim in amazement.

He stepped into the arena with steady and confident steps, each step seeming to carry an innate rhythm of battle.

At the same time, Mod, the son of the White King, strode into the arena carrying the long sword.

He was tall, like a moving mountain, and his majestic figure alone made people around him cheer.

Mod had a stern smile on his face, and his eyes revealed his anticipation for the battle and his determination to win.

The long sword on his shoulder seemed like just a light toy, but everyone knew that once the battle started, this long sword would become the opponent's nightmare.

The cheers from the surrounding audience grew louder and louder, as if they couldn't wait to witness this exciting duel between the two strong men.

Carl and Mod faced off in the center of the arena. The cheers from all around them gradually died down, and the entire venue was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Carl took the lead. His body was as fast as lightning, and his long sword stabbed at Mod with a sharp sound of wind.

The sword was as fast as lightning, aimed directly at Mod's throat, showing Carl's decisive and fierce fighting style.

Mod was not in a hurry. He slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the swift attack.

Then, he suddenly pulled out the long sword on his shoulder, swung it backhand, and slashed towards Carl with the sword with a thousand pounds of force.

The knife was so powerful that the air seemed to be split apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Carl quickly jumped back and avoided the fatal knife.

After landing, he quickly adjusted his body and launched another attack.

This time, he danced a series of sword flowers with the sword in his hand, stabbing at Mod from different angles, trying to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.

Mode, relying on his tall stature and nimble steps, dodged and retreated while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

In the back-and-forth confrontation, both players demonstrated extremely high levels of attack and defense.

The audience was attracted by this fierce battle. Their eyes followed the two figures on the field closely, and they exclaimed and cheered from time to time.

Suddenly, Mode saw the gap in Carl's attack, took a step forward, raised his long sword high, and chopped down at Carl with the force of a mountain.

This attack contained all his strength. If he was hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Carl's eyes widened. He knew it was too late to dodge now, so he gritted his teeth, poured all his strength into the sword, and held it horizontally to block.

With a loud "clang", the long knife and the long sword collided with each other, splashing a dazzling spark.

The huge impact force made Carl's arms numb, and his feet involuntarily slid back several meters.

Mode's body also swayed slightly due to the recoil of the attack.

But he quickly steadied himself, raised his sword again, and prepared to launch a new round of attack.

Carl quickly adjusted his state, staring at Mod with a firm gaze, showing no intention of retreating, and prepared to face the next round of challenges.

"Who do you think will win?" Astelan stared at Carl and Mod who were fighting fiercely in the arena, then turned to ask Braime.

"Maud." Blackmey said without hesitation, his eyes focused, closely following Mod's every move on the court.

"Mold is tall and has a clear advantage in strength, and once he wields his long sword, it's incredibly powerful. Although Carl blocked that attack just now, it was clearly a struggle. As long as Mod maintains this offensive rhythm and doesn't give Carl a chance to breathe, he has a very good chance of winning."

Blackmey's analysis was very clear, as if he had already seen the outcome of the battle.

Astelan nodded slightly, but his eyes did not move away from the arena. "Mold's power is indeed not to be underestimated, but Carl is no ordinary person either.

His sword moves are flexible and varied, and his speed is extremely fast. He might find Moder's weakness at any time and turn the tide. The outcome of this battle is still uncertain."

Astelan knew that anything could happen before the battle was over, and every battle-hardened warrior had immeasurable potential.

At this time, the two people on the field started a fierce fight again, and the battle situation became more and more stalemate. Everyone was waiting to see who would have the last laugh.

Chapter 319: Worm Alien

As the two discussed, the battle in the arena intensified. As Braimer had predicted, Moder, leveraging his superior strength, launched a fierce attack, his long sword slashing at Carl again and again with a whistling sound.

Carl used his agility and superb swordsmanship to dodge left and right, waiting for the right moment to counterattack.

Mode shouted loudly and slashed with his long sword from top to bottom with all his strength. Carl quickly turned sideways and the blade brushed past his power armor.

Carl took advantage of the moment when Mod's old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, and stabbed Mod in the ribs with his sword.

Mod reacted extremely quickly, leaning back slightly and holding his sword horizontally to block the sharp sword.

Amid the sound of metal clashing, both men took a few steps back.

Blackmay observed the situation with a frown. "As a veteran, Carl's counterattacks have been ingenious, but Mod has always been able to easily resolve them. As long as Mod remains calm and doesn't attack rashly and expose weaknesses, Carl will have a hard time winning."

Astelan shook his head. "Karl's combat acumen shouldn't be underestimated. He's been searching for Mod's weaknesses. And while Mod may be powerful, such a high-intensity attack will inevitably consume a lot of his energy. If Karl can survive this wave of attacks, once Mod's energy is depleted, his chance will arise."

Sure enough, as the battle continued, Mode's attack rhythm began to slow down slightly and his breathing became heavier.

Carl keenly noticed this change and stopped dodging. Instead, he started to take the initiative to attack.

His sword moves were like a whirlwind, attacking Mod from all tricky angles, forcing Mod to defend with all his strength.

Mod concentrated on dealing with Carl's onslaught.

But under Carl's continuous attacks, he gradually became powerless.

Finally, Carl spotted a gap in Mod's defense, and his sword shot out like a poisonous snake, accurately piercing Mod's arm.