Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Mod groaned, and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Black Mai opened his mouth in surprise. "I didn't expect that Carl would actually find an opportunity to fight back successfully."

Astelan smiled. "Battles are ever-changing. While strength is important, timing is equally crucial. Furthermore, this guy is a veteran who's fought alongside us. The outcome is becoming increasingly clear."

Although Mod's arm was injured, he did not panic.

He knew very well that if he lost his composure at this moment, he would surely lose.

He quickly adjusted his sword-holding posture, gripping the long sword tightly with one hand, with an even more ardent fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

He endured the pain of the wound, let out a roar, and rushed towards Carl again. As he swung his long sword, gusts of wind were created, and he tried to save the situation with this resolute momentum.

Seeing that Mod was still so brave despite being injured, Carl couldn't help but admire him in his heart, but he did not relax at all.

He moved his feet flexibly, the long sword in his hand like a nimble dragon, cleverly responding to Mod's attacks while looking for opportunities to attack again.

Every time swords and knives collided, dazzling sparks flew, and the crisp and intense sound of metal collisions echoed over the arena.

Blackmay stared closely at the situation on the field, his palms sweating with nervousness. "Mold is so ruthless, maybe he can really fight back."

Astelan, with a focused expression, shook his head slightly and said, "Karl won't give him another chance. He has the upper hand now, so he will definitely play it safe."

As Astelan expected, Carl kept observing Mod's movements while defending himself.

He found that because Mod was fighting with one hand, the angle and strength of his attack were limited, and his injured arm made his body coordination much worse than before.

Carl seized the opportunity, and when Mode's long sword slashed down diagonally, he suddenly took a step forward, twisted his body cleverly to avoid the blade, and at the same time stabbed out with the long sword in his hand, accurately piercing Mode's leg.

Mod's legs went weak and he knelt on one knee, but he was still unwilling to give up. With his tenacious will, he raised his long sword and tried to make a final resistance.

Seeing this, Carl did not pursue the victory and deliver a fatal blow. Instead, he put away his sword and stood, staring at Moder. His eyes showed both respect for his opponent's tenacity and confidence in victory.

Seeing this, the referee walked over, raised Carl's arm, and announced that he won the match.

The arena suddenly erupted in applause and cheers, as the audience applauded the spectacular fight and cheered for Carl's brilliant performance.

Looking at the victorious Carl, Blackmay couldn't help but sigh, "Carl is truly remarkable. He was able to turn the tide of the battle despite Mod's powerful offensive."

Astelan nodded. "This battle demonstrated the extraordinary fighting skills and tenacity of these two men. Regardless of victory or defeat, they are both warriors."

"This sentence should be said by the referee, and it should not be said in private but in front of everyone, but you still won't speak," said Blayme.

"But Mod is so amazing!"

Astelan's face was filled with emotion, a hint of amazement in his eyes. "His growth rate is simply beyond imagination. In just over a decade, his strength has increased so dramatically. Now he can even rival us veterans of the Terran Unification War. Back then, he was just a novice. His rate of improvement is truly impressive."

Blackmay nodded in agreement and added, "Indeed, Mod's potential is immeasurable. But then again, if this match didn't restrict the use of psychic powers, Carl would definitely not win. After all, Mod is quite talented in the use of psychic powers. Once he unleashes his psychic powers, the battle situation will be completely different."

Astelan pondered for a moment and responded, "You're right. Psionics are indeed a powerful trump card in combat. Restricting their use is actually intended to make the competition fairer and better test the warriors' pure combat skills and physical fitness. Even so, the strength displayed by Mod and Carl in this battle shows us the infinite potential of the younger generation of warriors."

As the two talked, they watched the staff in the arena clean up the venue and prepare for the next game.

The surrounding warriors were also enthusiastically discussing the exciting duel that had just ended, and they praised Mod and Carl's performance.

While Astelan and Blackmay were reminiscing about the battle, they couldn't help but look forward to the young warriors in the future legion, hoping that there would be more people like Mod.

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Worm-man, this disgusting alien creature, every organ of its body is made up of densely packed worms.

They exude an unpleasant odor and are not only dirty and disgusting, but also carry a large number of deadly viruses and bacteria, like a mobile source of biological disasters.

"This alien species has wantonly destroyed three human planets, and countless human worlds have suffered from their cruel oppression." The member of the palace guard reported solemnly, his words full of worry and indignation.

When Fulgrim heard this, endless disgust instantly filled his eyes.

He was the only one among all the Primarchs who treated the xenos with ruthless slaughter.

He gave the order without hesitation: "Then prepare the guards immediately and act according to the previously established plan. Prepare the light spears and other weapons. We must not allow these aliens to continue their rampage."

Phoenix's voice was cold, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty, foreshadowing that a ruthless crackdown on the worm people was about to begin.

The palace guards quickly took the order and left, and the entire camp became busy in an instant.

The soldiers hurried and prepared their combat equipment in an orderly manner. Light spears were taken out from a special arsenal and their energy parameters were adjusted to ensure that they could exert their maximum power in battle. Other types of heavy weapons were also checked and loaded with ammunition one by one, ready to be used at any time.

Fulgrim, clad in gorgeous and sturdy battle armor, patrolled the camp, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, examining every detail of the battle preparations.

Not only do the worms carry deadly pathogens, their fighting methods are also bizarre and varied, so this operation must be foolproof.

Soon, the guards were assembled and lined up neatly in front of Fulgrim.

Their eyes were firm, their morale was high, and they were full of determination for the upcoming battle.

Fulgrim stood before the troops and spoke in a resounding voice: "Warriors, those worm-men have wreaked havoc on our borders, slaughtering countless of our fellow humans. We shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Imperium. Today is the day to put an end to their evil deeds. Let us, with fearless courage and superb skills, utterly destroy these xenos!"

"For the Empire!" The Emperor's Children shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky, as if they wanted to vent all the anger and fighting spirit in their hearts.

The fleet then set sail, speeding towards the planet invaded by the worms.

During the voyage, Fulgrim and the guard commanders repeatedly discussed the battle plan and continuously improved the tactical details based on the collected worm intelligence.

They analyzed the Wormmen's possible defensive deployments and attack methods, striving to gain the upper hand in the battle.

Finally, the fleet arrived at the target planet.

Through the porthole of the spacecraft, you can see that the surface of the planet below has been shrouded in a strange shadow, which is the trace of the worm people's rampage.

Fulgrim took a deep breath and gave the order to attack: "Everyone, prepare for battle, and make these xenos pay for their crimes!"

As the hatch of the spacecraft slowly opened, the guards rushed to the surface of the planet like tigers descending from the mountains, and a fierce alien annihilation war began.

Originally, Fulgrim was looking forward to meeting Ferrus, imagining that the two of them could put aside all matters and have a long conversation and share their friendship as they did in the past.

However, the trajectory of fate quietly changed at this moment.

On the way, they encountered this group of disgusting worm-like aliens.

Witnessing the evil deeds of the aliens, Fulgrim's sense of justice and disgust towards the aliens were instantly ignited.

He made a prompt decision and decided to completely wipe out these aliens before going to keep his appointment with Ferrus.

Fulgrim, the Primarch, was seen holding a gorgeous and exquisite longsword, the blade of which was flashing with a cold light.

His body was as fast as lightning, his movements were swift and smooth, and his long sword easily cut through the bodies of those worm-like aliens at an almost dreamlike speed.

For a moment, disgusting mucus splashed out, accompanied by the alien's painful roar.

From the cut alien body, countless worms poured out like a tide and fled frantically.

Fulgrim did not hesitate at all, and the sword in his hand danced again, like a silver lightning, accurately cutting at the fleeing insects and chopping them into pieces.

At the same time, the Emperor's Children under his command acted quickly and without hesitation.

The soldiers raised their flamethrowers, and the scorching flames gushed out like raging fire dragons, sweeping towards the worm people.

The high-temperature flames instantly devoured a large number of aliens and worms. The air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell. The battlefield was in chaos, accompanied by the whooshing sound of the burning flames and the screams of the aliens.

Surrounded by flames and aliens, Fulgrim remained upright, waving his sword continuously, like the master of the battlefield, determined to destroy all these aliens.

Under the fierce attack of Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children, the worm-man aliens began to fall into chaos.

But these aliens were extremely cunning and tenacious, and some even abandoned their companions and circumvented the flanks of the Emperor's Children in an attempt to break through the defense line.

Fulgrim was keenly aware of the aliens' movements and shouted, "Watch your flanks! Don't let these disgusting creatures break through the defenses!"

The Emperor's Children heard the Primarch's orders and responded quickly.

A team of soldiers immediately turned around and aimed their flamethrowers at the aliens that were coming around. Raging flames spurted out again, instantly forming a wall of fire on the flank.

However, the worm-man aliens, relying on their numerical advantage, rushed towards the fire wall one after another.

Some aliens even ignored the flames and forced their way through the wall of fire and pounced on the Emperor's Children.

Melee combat broke out instantly. The Emperor's children threw away their flamethrowers, drew the chainswords at their waists, and engaged in a desperate fight with the aliens.

The chainsaw sword rotated at high speed, and the teeth made a teeth-grinding sound when they cut into the alien's body. Along with the splashing green slime, the aliens kept falling down, but more aliens came up.

Upon seeing this, Fulgrim rushed into the area where the aliens were most concentrated like a flash of golden lightning.

The gorgeous long sword in his hand flew up and down, and every swing could bring about a bloody storm, killing the surrounding aliens one after another.

Under his leadership, the morale of the Emperor's Children was greatly boosted, and they gradually stabilized their defense line and began to counterattack step by step.

After a fierce fight, the alien's first round of counterattack was successfully repelled.

The battlefield was littered with alien corpses, and the air was filled with a suffocating stench.

Fulgrim took a moment to catch his breath, and looking at the Emperor's Children, whose eyes were exhausted but still determined, he shouted, "My sons, these xenos are beginning to panic. Let's work harder and wipe them out completely!"

The Emperor's Children responded in unison and rushed towards the remaining aliens again, and a new round of battle began.

Just as Fulgrim, the Emperor's Children and the worm-man aliens were fighting fiercely, a huge ship cut through the void in the distant sky, like a giant beast from the dark abyss, slowly descending here.

The ship exudes a cold and murderous aura, and its hull is engraved with mysterious and ancient runes, as if telling of endless death and fear.

Chapter 320 We Are All Using Weapons We Forged for Each Other

All of the Emperor's children inherited Fulgrim's deep-seated hatred of the worm-like xenos, a disgusting existence.

Especially this worm-like creature, every pore on its body is densely packed with creepy worms wriggling, it is extremely disgusting.

But they don't know that these aliens were once allied with the Randan aliens, and they can even be found in the Ghoul Star Region of 40k.

On the battlefield, two swords were seen dancing rapidly in the air, emitting a series of sharp sonic booms, and the speed seemed to exceed the speed of light.

In a flash, the leader of the worm alien was directly chopped to death by the sharp double swords, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Lucius looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Akurduna wielding two swords and killing people.

Akultuna, the "eldest son" recognized by Fulgrim himself, is the second captain of the Emperor's Children Legion and is known as the "chief of the two hundred swordsmen."

His sword skills are superb and unmatched.

Lucius clearly remembered that the Second Captain had once chopped down a heavily armored veteran of the legion in just half a second.

That scene was too exaggerated and too terrifying.

If Lucius had not personally witnessed the might of Primarch Fulgrim, he might have thought that the Primarch's strength was only comparable to that of Second Captain Akurduna.

Just as the Primarch is showing now.

It is unfathomable and far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

His genetic father, when he was surrounded by that group of disgusting worm aliens, seemed to have transformed into a ruthless killing machine and turned on the "Musou" mode.

His figure was as fast as lightning, his movements were extremely swift, and the cold light flashed as he swung the sharp blade in his hand. Wherever he went, the aliens fell down one after another.

These aliens were as fragile as ants in front of Fulgrim.

They rushed forward frantically, trying to lay siege to the Primarch, but they could not even reach the edge of Fulgrim's clothes.

Each of Fulgrim's attacks was precise and deadly, and often the aliens' heads fell quietly before they even realized death was approaching.

The Primarch's strength, speed and combat skills are perfectly integrated, allowing him to move freely among the alien swarms as if he were in an empty space.

That overwhelming advantage fully demonstrated the power of the Primarch.

This strength is not only an absolute crushing of power, but also an absolute control over the situation in battle, making the enemy feel deeply powerless in despair.

In front of Fulgrim, the resistance of these worm-like xenos seemed so futile, only witnessing the Primarch's unparalleled power.

At this moment, even the two swords in Akurduna's hands were still swinging wildly, and the sword light flashed like lightning. Even Lucius, a legion officer and a veteran of the battlefield, could only barely catch a glimpse of the vague sword shadows. It was difficult to see the specific waving posture of the two swords. Everyone could also truly feel the power of the Primarch. The gap between him and the Astartes was as big as heaven and earth, even if that Astartes was Akurduna.

Just as the Emperor's Children were engaged in a fierce battle with the worm-like aliens, the Iron Fist and the Glorious Queen's flagship had already arrived in this star region in a majestic manner. The massive ship emitted a cold metallic luster in the starry sky, foreshadowing the entry of another powerful force into this interstellar conflict.

While the Emperor's Children were fighting fiercely against the worm aliens, the Iron Fist flagship "Glorious Queen" sailed majestically into this star region like a steel giant.

Its huge hull exudes a cold metallic luster in the vast starry sky, as if it is a behemoth of war from ancient times. The runes and emblems on the hull flicker faintly under the starlight, revealing an inviolable majesty.

As the flagship approached, the powerful energy field it carried caused slight ripples in the surrounding space.

On the bridge, the Iron Fist warriors were on full alert, their gazes fixed firmly on the battlefield on the planet below, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

The flagship's main gun array was like a row of ferocious fangs, ready to fire, as if announcing the coming of destruction to those disgusting worm-like aliens below.

The arrival of this flagship instantly made the situation more complicated and full of variables.

The Emperor's Children are fighting fiercely against the aliens on the battlefield.

The Iron Hands' "Glorious Queen" joined the battlefield, which undoubtedly brought more turning points to the battle situation.

This flagship is like a heavy chess piece, precisely placed in this interstellar game.

The flagship of the Glorious Queen class, with its huge and sturdy hull, quickly established a steel defense line at the edge of the battlefield.

The ship's advanced weapon system was activated immediately, and powerful laser beams shot out from the main gun like blazing meteors, accurately shooting towards the dense swarm of worm aliens on the ground.