Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Every time a laser beam hits its target, it causes a violent explosion, instantly turning a large number of aliens into powder, and a pungent burnt smell fills the air.

At the same time, the landing craft carried by the Queen of Glory rained down on the surface of the planet.

The hatch opened, and the Iron Hands warriors poured out like a torrent of steel.

They wear heavy power armor, wield various heavy weapons, and their fighting style is steady and fierce.

As soon as they landed, they quickly coordinated with the Emperor's Children and launched a joint attack on the worm aliens.

The Iron Hands warriors excelled at teamwork, advancing in tight battle formations, the roar of bolters mingling with the roar of heavy artillery.

Under their attack, the aliens' originally chaotic but large defense line began to crumble.

The Emperor's Children were greatly encouraged by the arrival of reinforcements.

Akurduna danced the two swords in his hands more rapidly, and Lucius also led his soldiers, taking advantage of this momentum, and rushed towards the alien more bravely.

As the Queen of Glory continued to deliver troops and firepower support, the situation on the battlefield gradually developed in a direction favorable to the imperial army.

The two Primarchs once again stood side by side on the battlefield, jointly fighting against the group of disgusting worm-like aliens in front of them.

At this time, Fulgrim had replaced the longsword in his hand with a hammer. This was no ordinary hammer, but one forged for him by Ferrus himself.

As he held the hammer, Fulgrim seemed to be able to feel the love and strength that his best friend had poured into it.

He suddenly exerted force, raised the hammer high, and then smashed it towards the group of wriggling aliens like thunder.

Every swing carried a tremendous force, and the alien was instantly hammered into thick blood, splattering everywhere.

On the other side, Ferrus also replaced the hammer in his hand with a long sword.

This sword was made for him by Fulgrim with great effort.

Ferrus held a long sword, swinging it vigorously with extraordinary momentum.

He aimed at a larger alien and swung his sword. The sharp blade cut the alien in half.

Even so, the worms in the two halves of the body were still wriggling desperately, trying to escape.

Seeing this, Ferrus mercilessly raised his iron boots and stomped down hard, crushing the still struggling worms into pieces.

As Ferrus fought, he shouted, "We are both using weapons forged by the other to kill the xenos!"

The sound echoed across the battlefield.

The two Primarchs cooperated well with each other and moved freely among the alien swarms. Wherever they went, the aliens were defeated. Because of their cooperation, the battle gradually moved towards victory.

Hearing Ferrus's cry, Fulgrim grinned, his eyes filled with the joy of battle.

"That's right, these weapons are the testimony of our friendship and strength. Today, we must make these aliens die here!" The hammer in his hand danced vigorously, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Each blow landed accurately on the most densely populated area of ​​the aliens, smashing them into pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The long sword in Ferrus's hand also attacked fiercely, and the sword body flashed with a cold light.

Like a silver lightning, it shuttled through the group of aliens.

Wherever the sword passed, aliens fell one after another, and green slime splattered all over his armor.

Ferrus ignored it and continued swinging his sword. Every swing was powerful, chopping off the aliens that tried to approach one by one.

Under the leadership of the two Primarchs, the Emperor's Children and Iron Hands warriors also worked closely together to form combat teams and launched a more fierce encirclement and suppression of the worm aliens.

The Iron Hands warriors, relying on their sturdy armor and powerful firepower, advanced steadily and suppressed the alien counterattacks; the Emperor's Children, on the other hand, used their flexible and varied fighting style to outflank the aliens from the flanks and rear, forcing them to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

On the battlefield, the sounds of weapons clashing and alien roars intertwined.

As the battle continued, the number of worm aliens gradually decreased, and their originally frenzied offensive gradually became weak.

However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, a huge alien slowly crawled out from the swarm of insects.

Its body is as big as a small mountain and is covered with a thick shell on which densely packed small worms are constantly wriggling.

The giant alien opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves were like an invisible force, shaking the surrounding soldiers to the ground.

Fulgrim and Ferrus looked at each other, a hint of solemnity flashing in their eyes.

"It seems this is the boss of this group of aliens. Let's attack together."

"Boss, what is that?" Ferrus asked in confusion.

"Gutaira means the ultimate, final, strongest, and greatest existence or enemy."

"So that's what it means!"

"Don't use the fire pack. Let me see how strong this guy is."

Fulgrim gripped the hammer tightly in his hand and rushed towards the giant alien first.

Ferrus followed closely behind, his sword gleaming, ready to join Fulgrim in delivering the fatal blow to the giant xenos.

Fulgrim rushed towards the giant alien like a cannonball.

He jumped high, and with the hammer forged by Ferrus in his hand, he smashed towards the alien's thick shell with tremendous force.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, as if a small bomb exploded on the alien's body. The powerful impact force caused the surrounding air to distort.

However, the giant alien's shell was extremely hard, and Fulgrim's full-strength attack only left a shallow dent on it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the alien was distracted by Fulgrim's attack, Ferrus went around the alien's side like a ghost, and the longsword made by Fulgrim in his hand burst out with brilliant light.

He shouted loudly, poured all his strength into the sword, and stabbed it towards the alien's soft abdomen.

The long sword penetrated the alien's body, but the alien's muscles contracted instantly, tightly clamping the sword, making it difficult for Ferrus to go any deeper.

The giant alien felt pain and twisted its body angrily.

Its thick tentacles were like giant whips, lashing towards Fulgrim and Ferrus.

Fulgrim somersaulted in the air, cleverly avoiding the tentacle's attack, and at the same time used the momentum to rush towards the alien again, striking the base of the tentacle with his hammer.

Ferrus pulled out the sword with force, and when the alien's tentacles retracted, he jumped onto the alien's back, ready to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

At this time, the soldiers on the ground were not idle either.

The Emperor's Children adjusted the energy output of their weapons to the maximum, shooting at the alien's legs and abdomen, trying to distract it and create a better attack opportunity for the two Primarchs; the Iron Hands warriors quickly adjusted their tactics, using heavy weapons to suppress the alien with firepower. Laser beams and artillery shells rained down around the alien, blowing up clouds of dust and slime.

Under the attack of the crowd, the alien roared in pain and swung its body wildly, trying to throw Ferrus off its back.

Ferrus grasped the bulge on the alien's back tightly, and the sword in his hand kept stabbing at the alien's vital parts.

Fulgrim saw the opportunity and launched another attack. This time, he concentrated all his strength, aimed at the place on the alien shell where the dent had just been left, and hit it hard again.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, a crack finally appeared on the alien's shell, and green pus and blood gushed out from the crack.

Ferrus thrust his sword deep into the crack and stirred it vigorously.

The alien let out a shrill scream and its body began to tremble violently.

Its strength waned, and the lashes of its tentacles grew feeble. Fulgrim and Ferrus exchanged a smile, a mutual understanding.

They charged again, Fulgrim smashing his hammer into the alien's head while Ferrus plunged his sword into the alien's neck.

Under the combined attack of the two, the giant alien finally couldn't hold on, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

With the death of the giant alien, the remaining worm aliens fell into chaos in an instant. Without their command, they ran around like headless flies.

The Emperor's Children and Iron Hands warriors seized this golden opportunity, pursued the victory, and launched a final crackdown on the remaining aliens.

It didn't take long before all the aliens on the battlefield were wiped out, and this difficult battle finally ended with the victory of the Imperial Army.

Fulgrim and Ferrus stood on the battlefield full of wreckage, looking at each other's armor stained with alien blood, and couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing, Ferrus?"

"Because it's so fun to fight with you, win with you, and gain glory with you."

"The same is true of me."

Chapter 321: Autopsy, loss of memory.

"Sometimes, it's hard for me to tell, Akultuna, whether he's still an Astarte."

Lucius frowned, looking confused.

The Iron Hands captain beside him, upon hearing this, looked puzzled and asked, "Why do you think so? Is it simply because Akulduna is so powerful that you're afraid, and you're reminded of all the times you've lost to others?"

Lucius shook his head slightly and replied calmly, "No, I stopped caring about winning or losing a long time ago. Winning or losing is no longer a criterion for me."

The Iron Hands captain raised an eyebrow slightly, looking thoughtful, and then continued, "Then it must be because you have seen so many beings more powerful than you that you have such feelings?"

Hearing this, Lucius fell silent.

A complex emotion flashed across the eyes of this son of the Emperor. He seemed to be pondering the words of the company commander, and seemed to be recalling past battles with powerful opponents.

The air around them seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the faint sounds of soldiers clearing the battlefield could be heard in the distance.

Finally, Lucius broke the silence and said slowly, "Well, you're right. In the Legion, when it comes to swordsmanship, I'm indeed far behind. Eidolon and the 200 palace guards, every one of them is stronger than me. Compared to them, I'm just barely keeping up. But, like I said before, I don't care about it anymore. After all, it's exhausting to constantly compare myself to so many people."

The Iron Hands' captain smiled slightly but didn't respond.

He knew in his heart that the difference between the "comparison" Lucius mentioned was not a little bit.

If he compared himself with Akurduna, or those palace guards, or even some company commanders in the Emperor's Children Legion, he was still far behind.

He thought that his swordsmanship, of which he was quite proud, could only be used in the Space Wolves Legion, where he might be able to stand out and become the chief swordsman.

After all, those Space Wolves preferred axes and claws, and few used swords. In that case, perhaps his swordsmanship would have a chance to stand out.

Fulgrim frowned slightly, his gaze turning towards Lucius. He continued, "Lucius's greatest problem isn't his lack of strength, but his indecisiveness. He gives the impression that he can't hold fast to his choices. Once he encounters setbacks, he immediately chooses to surrender. This is not the quality of a good Astartes."

Ferrus listened quietly, nodding slightly in agreement.

Seeing this, Fulgrim's eyes flickered with hope. He continued, "Look at Akurduna and Bile. They remain steadfast in their convictions, forging ahead with undivided attention, constantly honing their swordplay and combat skills. They know their goals, dedicate themselves to them with all their might, and never waver. Lucius, however, constantly wavers between various options."

Ferrus thought for a moment and then said, "A strong will is essential for an Astartes. It not only allows us to move forward courageously in battle, but also guides us to stay on track in our pursuit of strength."

Fulgrim looked in Lucius' direction. "I hope he understands."

……

Fabius Bile was undoubtedly the most outstanding and outstanding figure in the Emperor's Children Legion.

He holds the dual responsibilities of lieutenant commander and chief pharmacist, devoting himself to the research of genetic modification and strengthening warriors. At the same time, he is also an important supporter of the imperial truth.

At present, his greatest ambition is to conduct in-depth research on the Emperor's Guards.

After all, those golden-armored guards who always follow the Emperor are arguably the most outstanding and mass-producible pinnacle of creation that humanity can create.

At this moment, he was busy and focused. The mechanical arm backpack behind him had started up, and the cutting tool was flashing with cold light, cutting a huge worm.

Although the worm exuded a disgusting smell and the whole scene was extremely disgusting, Fabius Bile's handsome face did not show any discomfort from beginning to end.

His beautiful silver hair was now stained with some green alien slime, but it did not detract from his serious expression as he focused on his research.

He was seen controlling the robotic arm, holding the cutting knife tightly, performing the cutting operation accurately and steadily. His eyes were full of enthusiasm and persistence for research. No external interference could affect his determination to explore the unknown mysteries.

Fabius Bile was concentrating on dissecting the giant worm in front of him. With the superb skills he had accumulated over half a lifetime, he keenly realized that this was no ordinary worm alien, but a specially bred experimental product.

Moreover, during the dissection process, a feeling of déjà vu came over him. This worm-like alien was extremely similar to a certain type of alien he had seen before.

What kind of alien is it?

He racked his brains, trying to search for relevant clues from the depths of his memory, but his mind was blurry.

Is it because time has passed so long that we have forgotten it?

Or... someone tampered with his memory?

This thought flashed through his mind, making him alert.

He stopped what he was doing, frowned, and his eyes revealed confusion and thought.

As a scholar devoted to research, memory is of vital importance to him. Any factors that may affect his memory may disrupt his research progress and even bring unpredictable dangers.

And this worm-like alien seems to be closely connected with that vague memory.

Fabius Bile took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that it was useless to dwell on the memory loss at this moment. The most urgent task was to obtain more clues from this worm alien.

He focused his gaze on the dissecting table again, his eyes becoming focused and sharp again.

The cutting knife on the mechanical arm continued to work methodically, and each cut was extremely precise, as if what he was dissecting was not a disgusting alien, but a fine work of art.

As the dissection progressed, more bizarre structures appeared before his eyes.

The internal organs of this worm-like alien have an extraordinarily complex arrangement, which seems to follow some unique genetic coding rules.

As Fabius operated, his mind raced, comparing these new findings with the various alien biological knowledge he was familiar with.