Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

He looked up at Belleville opposite him and saw that he was tall and slender, standing with a sword in his hand, like an earthly swordsman.

Brayme thought to himself that if he fought Belleville in close combat, he would probably have to look up to see him.

Meanwhile, below the arena, Miles was busy organizing the bets. After all, this was the order of the Legion Commander.

There was a bustling crowd around him, and the soldiers took out their mechanical creations as bets. These mechanical creations were precious trophies they obtained during their expedition to Mars.

Some people even took out the head of a mechanical detective on Mars to show off themselves.

Miles couldn't help but smile proudly as he watched the prize money in the gambling pool continue to rise.

At this moment, Carl, the host of this competitive duel, stepped onto the stage and announced in a resounding voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, let us give the warmest applause to the commander of the Dawnbringer Legion—Braymay!"

"Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh!"

Following Carl's introduction, the soldiers of the Second Legion gave deafening cheers, waving skewers in their hands to cheer for Braime.

Braimai stood on the arena, feeling the enthusiasm and expectations of the fighters.

He looked around and saw that the soldiers of the Second Legion were as energetic and passionate as Ogryn, and their eyes were full of desire for victory.

They were cheering him on.

From the platform, Braimer could see the people below clearly. You could imagine how the soldiers of the Second Legion, the soldiers he led, had become like greenskins, perhaps even more abstract than greenskins. A group of Astartes were rhythmically waving their skewers in cheering.

The key point is that the one they are cheering for is me, the legion commander.

If the person opposite him was not Belleville, who was so close to the Mother of Genes, he would have wanted to leave long ago. He had lost face the moment he came on stage.

At this moment, a voice of introduction came: "The one opposite him is - Belleville!"

Belleville's name echoed through the arena as Carl introduced him, but his introduction was unusually brief.

He nodded slightly and greeted Braimer, his eyes revealing a calmness and confidence.

The duel has begun.

Holding the cold sword in his hand, Braimer moved as fast as lightning and launched the first attack towards Bellville.

The sword was so fast that most people present could only vaguely catch a glimpse of its afterimage, followed by the roar of the fierce collision of swords, which was shocking.

"I never thought that Belleville, a logistics officer, not only has outstanding stealth capabilities, but also has such impressive combat strength." Aurora praised sincerely. She knew very well that Belleville was only a lower-average servant among her mother's servants, but he could show such amazing strength in battle. She couldn't imagine how strong the other servants of the White King were.

The two swords collided, sparks flying.

With his height advantage, Brymey looked down at Belleville and was secretly surprised.

He originally thought that Belleville's strength would be far inferior to that of the Imperial Guard, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Belleville's strength and skill were at an astonishing level, forcing him to take the fight seriously.

Belleville brandished the sword, his movements like exquisite machinery, using every part of his body, beautiful, powerful, and eye-catching.

Braimer seized the initiative once again, swinging his sword like a whirlwind, launching a fierce attack on Belleville. Each strike contained such immense power that it was difficult to look directly at. However, Belleville displayed astonishing defensive ability. His agility allowed him to skillfully avoid Braimer's every attack, while also looking for opportunities to counterattack while defending.

Although Belville's physical strength was not at an advantage, he relied on his physical fitness, which rivaled that of the Custodes, and his highly intelligent mind, to constantly seek breakthroughs in battle. He used his small and agile stature in front of the Astartes to look for opportunities to attack, and once he found one, he would launch a counterattack without hesitation.

As time went on, the battle on the ring intensified. Both Braimer and Belleville unleashed their full might, their swords flashing like a tangle of light, dazzling the eyes. In the fierce clash, the ring gradually began to bear the marks of their battle, pits and dents.

After a fierce collision, Belleville took advantage of the gap when Brayme retreated and tried to jump up and kill his opponent.

However, the battle-hardened Blackmore skillfully blocked the blow. Undeterred, Belleville waited for his next opportunity.

The two men swung their swords again, and the scratches on the arena became more and more numerous, and the pits became deeper and deeper.

In this fierce battle, Braimai gradually gained the upper hand with his rich experience and strong strength.

Finally, with a fierce offensive, he succeeded in overthrowing Belleville and winning the battle.

After the battle, Braimer became the center of attention. The stage that originally belonged to the two of them now became his solo performance.

The audience cheered and celebrated his victory.

Belleville, however, rose and walked towards Brymer, congratulating him heartily on his victory.

Looking at the Mother of Primarchs, Aurora nodded to him, which was louder than anyone's cheers.

Aurora also watched the whole process of Brightman and Belleville, which made her think about how powerful Yuanming, the most outstanding and powerful among the White King's servants, who was the only one favored by his mother among all the servants, was.

I don’t know, the Primarch doesn’t know.

But at least most of the Second Legion now know Belleville's strength and want to experience it.

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Chapter 46 The Emperor Wants...

Blaymey hurried off the stage after his victory. He really didn't want to pay attention to his comrades who were dancing and holding barbecue skewers in their hands. Their behavior at the moment seemed too shameful to him.

He prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that the First Legion would not be here. After all, if they discovered the Second Legion like this, they would definitely be ridiculed mercilessly.

From now on, every time he goes on a mission with the First Legion, those crazy people and secret people will always point at his nose and tell him about the current situation, making him feel ashamed. By then, his face will definitely be redder than the color on the armor of the Mother of Genes.

When he thought of such a scene, he felt that dying on the battlefield might be more honorable.

However, contrary to his wishes, he seemed to see several figures of the First Legion.

In order to avoid what he was thinking, he could only leave the ring in a hurry and go find those people from the First Legion.

At the same time, the other soldiers of the Second Legion ignored their commander, Braimer, and their eyes were all focused on Belleville.

They very fairly took out stamina potions and various other potions, and even replaced the almost broken sword in Belleville's hand with a new one.

After seeing what they handed over, Belleville initially thought that the Second Legion was very kind, but he soon understood their true intentions.

Under the expectant gaze of the Second Legion, Belleville once again stepped onto the ring.

The soldiers of the Second Legion vied with each other to compete with him, fighting from midnight to daytime, from darkness to daylight.

Belville has fallen several times. After all, almost all the soldiers in the Second Legion have experienced the baptism of the Terra Unification War, and some are even more powerful than their legion commander Braimer.

Whenever he fell, the warriors waiting in line would curse the warriors competing with him, asking them to get off quickly, while urging the Astartes in the healing team to hurry up.

Many people are looking forward to the battle with Belleville, and many people in the treatment team have even taken advantage of their positions to fight a second battle with Belleville.

This also made the soldiers' abuse of them even more intense.

At the beginning, Belleville wanted to stop after the second round, but the fighters forced him to stay in the arena.

But Primarch Aurora was nowhere to be seen, and the magnificent chair prepared for him by the Second Legion was empty.

But he was really lucky today, the Regent still needed Belleville to complete the task.

When Vivian came to find Belleville with the order of the Regent, he was surrounded by a group of warriors. At that moment, she even thought of the worst. Belleville would not use the pure soul and handsome and noble body given by the King to do such dirty things.

At that moment, she even thought of cleaning up the house.

But fortunately, the reality was exactly the opposite of what she imagined.

Wei Weian stepped onto the stage which could still be considered a ring.

The original ring had been ravaged beyond recognition, and Belleville stood on the stage somewhat exhausted, his clothes in tatters.

The moment he saw Vivian, Belleville's eyes were filled with tears.

He finally saw hope, perhaps he could end this endless battle.

Vivian stepped forward and handed him the order from the Regent. Belleville took the order, which was to do odd jobs of cleaning and decorating the roads. He was so lucky that these odd jobs still needed to be handed to him by the king's maid in person.

It seems that he will have to bring his own armor and weapons with him in the future to prevent something like today from happening again. After all, every servant of the White King has some technological weapons from the old era, and the Queen did not collect them. Perhaps she doesn't like them.

"So, the Emperor's son has finally returned, his first son to return." Yuanming, the once-powerful Right Prime Minister, asked Malcador with a slightly sarcastic tone. His eyes revealed dissatisfaction and helplessness at the recent changes.

"Yes, he's back." Malcador answered calmly, as if he had expected all this.

"Then, you called my compatriots to do odd jobs on the streets, right?" Yuanming's voice sounded beside him. Makado obviously also heard Yuanming's complaint and acquiesced to it.

Yuanming's resentment grew stronger. He found it hard to accept that his compatriots were treated like this, especially compared to those so-called primarchs.

"Primarch, are they really worthy of the King's efforts for them?" Yuanming's words were full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

He already knew that, except for himself, the other servants of the White King were assigned to do those trivial tasks.

I don’t understand why the Primarch is not that powerful in the real universe.

The former Eternals, the Iron Men of the Golden Age, and the Star God fragments they once collected were enough to put the Primarch in trouble.

Not to mention, there was him and Malcador in front of him, as well as the many beings who had the blood of his compatriots, any one of whom could cause the Primarch to suffer defeat.

"What the Empire needs now is good news about the Great Crusade and the glory won by those warriors," Malcador explained patiently.

"The Emperor is using his hands to guide us towards a broader future. The people of the Empire want to know where the Emperor's hands are reaching, which planets have submitted to Terra's rule, and the return ceremony of the Emperor's children. This will be a grand celebration. The people will forget the remnants of the battle and remember the glory of mankind. We need to ensure that everyone can maintain stability and not cause trouble out of fear. This is what the people truly want."

Malcador's words reveal a kind of firmness and confidence, which always makes people believe that the empire can overcome all difficulties and move towards a more glorious future.

"What about the Mechanicus? They should be the ones doing these things first, right?" Yuanming mentioned this topic. Although there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, he gradually regained his composure.

Malcador took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "The Mechanicus on Mars has indeed encountered some trouble recently. Most of the high-ranking members have been assassinated, and a large number of Golden Age treasures have been lost. They are now fully engaged in identifying the assassins and also working hard to recover the lost items."

Upon hearing this, Yuanming sneered, "Hmph, a bunch of guys pursuing inferior technology, really think they are the other side of the double-headed eagle. Their pursuit of so-called high-end technology is nothing more than dust in our warehouse."

"What disgusts us even more is that they actually transformed their bodies into machines. This behavior is a blasphemy against life."

Malcador nodded, indicating that he understood Yuanming's feelings. After all, all the White King's servants valued the integrity of the body and they hated transforming their bodies into machines.

"That being said, the Adeptus Mechanicus does possess considerable technological prowess," Malcador continued, changing the subject. "The Golden Age treasures they possess may be of some assistance to our Great Crusade. Therefore, we cannot completely ignore their presence."

Upon hearing this, Yuanming nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Makado's opinion.

"So, how should we deal with the matter of the Mechanicus?" Yuanming asked. When he was working, he would deal with problems in a rational state.

Malcador pondered for a moment, then said, "As always, we should first contact them, understand their position and needs, and then make appropriate decisions based on the situation. After all, cooperation and compromise are the key to survival right now."

"It's true that times have changed, but some things remain the same," Yuanming said.

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Chapter 47 The Lord of Humanity Loves Fantasy

The Emperor stood on his mount, the golden warship, the Emperor's Dream, which soared freely in the vast galaxy. It was undoubtedly the most brilliant masterpiece of the human empire. Every inch of it shone with dazzling light, as if it could illuminate the entire universe.

The supreme ruler of the galaxy, the master of mankind, his figure conquers the sea of ​​stars and is invincible.

The Emperor's Dream, as his vehicle, is unrivaled. Any alien and evil will be completely annihilated in front of it.

And under his leadership, those human worlds and planetary regimes that have been broken apart by division will return to the embrace of humanity and be reconnected into a strong and united whole.

When the Emperor found his heir, his beloved son, a long-lost feeling of joy surged over him like a tide, bringing him back to those good times when he first met Orpesson and gathered with his friends.

He hadn't experienced this kind of joy for a long time, but at this moment it was like nectar nourishing his heart.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, and the desire in his heart became brighter and brighter.

He longed for a long, peaceful vacation, a secluded, unknown planet, far from the hustle and bustle. There, amidst picturesque scenery, he could set aside all responsibilities and burdens, lounge leisurely on a beach chair with old friends, gaze up at the azure sky, and let his thoughts drift. Such a life was undoubtedly a supreme luxury for him, a yearning he longed for.

In the Emperor's imagination, he would take action. He even fantasized about robbing Xi's tomb, opening the sarcophagus that had slept for a thousand years, and using his camera to record her eternal face. No matter how good his photography skills were, Xi's face would surely be breathtakingly beautiful under the lens.

Then, he would take Xi to find other immortals. Although Xi might beat him up in the process, the long-lost laughter and playfulness were the most precious memories in his heart. Their friendship had gone through countless years of baptism, but it remained tenacious.

He would definitely go find Olperson, the guy who liked to farm quietly on a certain planet.

By then, they might eat all his food or deliberately make trouble so that he couldn't farm.

Then they would take him away with them, heading for that unknown planet.

On that distant and peaceful planet, no one disturbs us.

The golden sunlight is like liquid gold, gently pouring onto the fine and soft beach, covering this pure land undisturbed by the world with a layer of dazzling brilliance.

They, this group of old friends who once dominated the galaxy, are now lying leisurely on the beach, enjoying the rare leisure and tranquility.

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the salty fragrance of the sea water and the freshness of flowers and plants in the distance. The emperor's skin gradually showed a healthy wheat color under the sun, and the muscle lines were inadvertently revealed, as if it was the most perfect sculpture of nature.

Whenever this happens, there will always be people who can't help but exclaim: "Look at your muscular body, how did you train it? It's really enviable!" The words are full of envy and ridicule, and the air is filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

Occasionally, he would play tricks on the children playing on the beach, deliberately making exaggerated expressions and scaring the little ones into crying.

At this time, Xi is always the first to rush forward, gently patting the child's back with her voice as gentle as the spring breeze and her motherly embrace, and gently comforting him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle is playing with you." Her smile is like the warmest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the fear and uneasiness in the child's heart.

The other old friends were laughing so hard that they fell over, pointing at his nose and scolding him: "You are so old, but you are still like a child. Look how scared you are to the kids." There was both blame and deep friendship in their words. The tacit understanding and friendship between them were most purely reflected at this moment.

Afterward, they would stroll along the beach or chase the waves in the shallows, as if transported back to their youth. As the sun set, tinting the sky a brilliant orange-red, they sat together, sharing their stories and dreams, their laughter blending with the sound of the waves to form the most beautiful melody on the planet.

However, reality is always cruel. There is no Xi and no Olpersong here.

He suddenly woke up from that splendid and distant fantasy and found himself standing in a magnificent golden ship.

All around, golden light nearly engulfed the entire hall, dazzling and blinding, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes. This was his favorite color, symbolizing splendor, glory, and endless hope.