Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Guilliman activated his multi-threaded supercomputing brain, which was comparable to a computer, and quickly analyzed the cards each person might hold, the probability of playing the cards, and the overall direction of the game.

His eyes were calm and sharp, and he frowned slightly as he thought, calculating every possibility precisely.

There is only Clarks and only Clarks.

Simply treat this as an ordinary game and play with the purest mindset.

He played his cards slowly and calmly, with a relaxed smile on his face. He didn't have any super powers, but he relied on his experience and basic judgment of the game to participate.

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The game became more and more intense. Although Clarks did not have any super powers, he was able to hold his own thanks to his familiarity with the rules of the cards and his calm strategy.

Koz frowned and used his predictive ability to its full potential. However, even though he had foreseen the direction of some of the games, Aurora's unpredictable luck repeatedly disrupted his plans.

Aurora always wore a confident smile when she played a card. Her good luck allowed her to always play unexpected cards and cleverly deal with Guilliman's carefully calculated offensive.

While using his powerful computing power to analyze the situation, Guilliman also had to pay attention to the variables brought about by Aurora's good luck and the traps that might be set by Curze's predictive ability.

Guilliman narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly reorganizing the game in his mind, trying to find a way to break Clarks's trick.

Finally, after Aurora played a card, she suddenly turned to look at Koz and asked, "Koz, your legion hasn't been recalled yet?"

Curze pondered the game, played a king, and responded, "No. Even if my legion is recalled, it will be under the command of Prince of Crows, Sevatar."

Aurora was delighted when she heard this and said, "That's a good idea, but I implemented it earlier than you. My Blackmay is an excellent manager. Every time I go on a campaign, I don't have to worry about personnel issues. Blackmay will take care of it for me."

As she spoke, she played a joker, and the card landed on the table with a crisp sound.

Guilliman was speechless as he watched this scene.

I muttered to myself, "Even things like this have to be compared? And this card move... I used my super-powerful computing brain to figure out that both the jokers should be in her hand, so why did she take out the joker and play it?"

At this point, Clarks couldn't help but say, "Aren't you guys comparing yourself in the wrong direction? Why are you constantly talking about being uneducated and unskilled?"

As an excellent worker with a serious work attitude, Clarks has always hated those who are uneducated and careless in their work. At this time, he was really helpless about the topic going off track.

After hearing what Clarks said, Coze shrugged and laughed, "It's just a small talk in between our busy schedules. The poker game is important, and it's fun to chat about these things occasionally."

After saying that, he urged everyone to continue playing cards, and the game continued in this slightly humorous atmosphere.

Guilliman signaled Aurora to play her cards and said, "Every Ostarte in my Legion has local responsibilities, but the differences in the responsibilities vary."

Aurora responded and played a three, asking curiously, "Why is that? Does everyone in your legion know how to govern?"

Guilliman patiently explained, "The Ultramarines recruit their troops from the descendants of the nobility of the 500 worlds. Those selected must be exceptional. As you know, the nobility are more or less capable of participating in governance, so the Ultramarines have a certain foundation in this area."

As he spoke, Guilliman noticed that Clarks had played a Four, and Curze had followed with a Five. He then slowly produced a Seven and continued, "This also allows the Ultramarines to play a varying degree of role based on their own abilities when assuming local responsibilities."

The card game and conversation were carried out simultaneously. While playing cards, everyone discussed the topic of legion governance. The atmosphere in the office was warm and harmonious.

Aurora played a nine and continued, "Hearing what you said, your legion really is like the legion of the White King's son, Hui Le. They are absolutely perfect. They can govern, fight, forge, and perform art. They are truly all-rounders."

Guilliman nodded slightly and agreed, "Huile's legion does have unique advantages, and they have demonstrated outstanding talents in all areas.

However, the Ultramarines also have their own characteristics and expertise.

The 13th Legion focuses on developing warriors' abilities in military strategy, governance, administration, and organizational coordination, so that they can better fulfill their duty to protect the empire."

As he spoke, he observed the board and played a ten.

Clarks listened from the side and interjected between moves: "Each legion has its own unique characteristics, which constitutes the diversity of the Imperial Legion. Everyone contributes their own strength to the Empire."

Coz smiled, played a J, and said, "That's right, just like this poker game, everyone has different cards and plays differently, but the goal is to win.

Although our legions each have their own strengths and weaknesses, ultimately we all work for the stability of the empire."

Aurora played a 13 and said excitedly, "But after hearing what you said, I'm wondering why we don't merge the legions? That way we can take care of everything, with assassins, forgers, and governance. It would be great to have all the talents in the world gathered together!"

Guilliman frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Merging Legions is not an easy task. Each Legion has its own unique culture, traditions, and combat style, deeply ingrained through long-term development and inheritance. A merger could lead to numerous difficult-to-reconcile conflicts.

Furthermore, each legion has its own distinct role and expertise in different regions and missions, and dispersing missions will allow us to more efficiently respond to the various complex situations facing the empire."

After saying that, he played a card and scanned everyone's faces one by one, observing their reactions, but suddenly found that his card was too small, and then he gestured.

Clarks nodded in agreement. "Guilliman is right. Each Legion is like an indispensable part of the vast machine of the Empire, each playing a unique role. A hasty merger might disrupt the existing balance and coordination mechanism."

Curze laughed and joked, "If the merger really happens, who will be the commander of the combined legion? I guess we Primarchs will be fighting over it!"

Zhuang Sen was sitting nearby, leisurely drinking tea and reading a book, seemingly immersed in his own world.

However, his ears were quietly picking up the noises coming from the people playing cards.

At this moment, when the word "commander" inadvertently floated out from the mouth of others, Zhuang Sen seemed to be cast under a spell and his whole body suddenly froze.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and he remained motionless, unaware even of the cup tilting and the scalding tea spilling out, flowing down the cup wall onto his hands.

There was a strange flash in his eyes, as if this simple word touched a sensitive nerve deep in his heart, causing him to fall into a state of extreme tension.

……

Omiren is exploring this desolate planet.

As she went deeper into it, she keenly sensed a completely different aura, which made her heart tremble - it was the Space Death Q Yi Long Qi. Temple Chess Death (V) Liu Qun0 Ling!

They were a group of skeletons with strange green light flashing in their eyes.

These terrifying existences were the cause of the war in heaven that once shook the universe, and can be regarded as the most evil symbol.

During humanity's glorious Golden Age, they had dealings with many Necron dynasties buried deep underground.

And now, Omiren once again encountered these terrifying creatures. The appearance of the Necrons was like a dark haze, foreshadowing the coming of unknown dangers and challenges.

But at this moment, Omiren was facing this terrible situation alone.

Looking around, the desolate planet was eerily silent. Only the Necrons with green eyes were approaching him slowly like ghosts.

Quickly dodge those Gauss weapon shots

He was well aware of the horror of the Necrons. Not only did they possess powerful technology and strange abilities, but they were also terrifying beings that carried a sinister history.

During the golden age of mankind, the destruction of the dynasties buried underground was only possible after the combined efforts of many forces.

But now, I am alone and the situation is extremely critical.

Omiren took a deep breath, gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, secretly thought of a countermeasure in his mind, and faced the advancing Necrons with a firm gaze, ready to fight for survival and mission.

Time seemed to have entered a strange state, passing quietly, yet also as if the pause button had been pressed.

In that one second of pause, Omiren burst out with astonishing strength. The spear in her hand shot out like a flash of black lightning, piercing through the heads of the Necrons who were about to surround her.

Wherever the tip of the gun passed, there was a flash of strange light, and the skull that was originally as hard as iron was easily pierced through like fragile glass.

The green light twisted and dissipated around the tip of the gun, as if all the evil aura was dispelled by this fierce blow.

Omiren's posture appears particularly agile in this still picture, with a firm gaze as he stares at the enemies around him that have not yet been eliminated, ready for the next round of battle. This freeze of a second has become the most shocking moment in this fierce battle.

Omiren struck with one strike, without the slightest hesitation.

We are fully aware that the situation is urgent and we must fight quickly and decisively.

"I can download the virus now." He whispered to himself. This was an emergency strategy he had formulated long ago.

He quickly took out a small device from his waist. The device flashed with a faint blue light, and contained a special virus designed for the Necrons.

Omiren skillfully operated the device and activated the virus release program. Blue rays shot out from the device, spreading towards the Necrons like flowing threads.

Once the light touches the Necron's body, the virus begins to invade instantly.

The infected Necrons' originally mechanical movements became increasingly sluggish, and the strange green light in their pupils began to flicker, as if disturbed by some powerful force.

Some Necrons' limbs even began to tremble uncontrollably, and their metal bones made strange "cracking" sounds, as if they were struggling in pain.

Omiren kept a close eye on these changes, while continuing to be vigilant of his surroundings to prevent other fish that had escaped the net from suddenly launching an attack, and closely monitoring the spread of the virus.

He knew that the battle with the Necrons had just begun, and this virus might become the key factor in determining victory or defeat.

And they also have to hope that their emperor has not awakened.

Otherwise, this virus will soon become ineffective, especially against those high-level Necrons, those Necrons with independent consciousness.

As the virus quickly spreads through the Necron swarm, more and more enemies are thrown into disarray.

The footsteps that were originally advancing in unison towards Omiren became chaotic. Some Necrons even spun in place, making sharp and chaotic electric sounds, as if their core control systems were being madly eroded by the virus.

However, not all Necrons surrendered so easily. Some of the stronger ones seemed to have developed resistance to the virus. They forcibly suppressed the disordered processes in their bodies, and the green light in their eyes refocused, rushing towards Omiron with an even more ferocious attitude.

Omiren's face was solemn, and he danced the spear in his hand like flying, fighting a desperate battle with the powerful Necrons who were rushing in the front.

With his agile body, he skillfully avoided the opponent's steel-hard claws while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

In the fierce confrontation, Omiren spotted a flaw and thrust his spear into the Necromancer's chest. With a strong twist, sparks flew everywhere. The monster let out a shrill wail and staggered back a few steps.

But this only temporarily repelled one, and more Necrons that were less affected by the virus surrounded them.

Omiren dodged left and right in the siege of the Necrons, dancing his spear with impenetrable force.

I caught a glimpse of a building not far away that looked like a Necron energy hub. It was flashing with strange runic light and was surrounded by some smaller but extremely agile Necron guards.

Omiron had an idea and realized that if the virus could be implanted into that energy hub, perhaps its powerful energy could be used to spread the virus to the entire Necron group, fundamentally undermining their resistance.

But it is not easy to break through the layers of guards and reach the hub.

Take a deep breath and adjust the breath between your body.

She seized the opportunity and hurled the spear in her hand, hitting the head of a large Necron that was about to pounce on her, and the monster fell to the ground with a thud.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other enemies were stunned, Omiren rushed towards the energy hub like a cheetah.

The agile guards reacted quickly and rushed towards her. Omiren dodged a small Necron that was charging at her, and at the same time drew the short blade at her waist, swung it back, and cut another enemy that had attacked from the side in two.

However, more guards came forward, and Omiren gradually got scratches on his body, and blood stained his armor red.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you, thank you for your blessings. Thank you for the blessed soul. Even though I am being attacked by powerful weapons from the real universe, I am only injured.

But he did not retreat at all, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, Omiren successfully arrived at the energy hub.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she quickly took out the virus device and connected it to the control port of the hub.

With a flash of strong blue light, the virus rushed into the energy hub like a surging tide, and a life-and-death battle entered the final critical moment.

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"Alas, if only these Necrons were men of iron, I could kill the Eldar almost as effortlessly as the Daemon of Slaanesh."

As the virus successfully connected to the energy hub, a strong sound of electric current erupted instantly, and the entire hub was surrounded by a bright light.

The blue virus light and the originally strange rune light of the Necromancer energy hub intertwined and collided with each other. For a moment, the light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

The Necrons that were originally besieging Omiren frantically seemed to be pulled by some powerful force. Their movements became increasingly slow, and the green light in their eyes gradually weakened and flickered.

Their mechanical bodies began to tremble violently, and their metal bones rubbed against each other, making sharp and harsh sounds, as if they were enduring great pain.

Inside the energy hub, the virus is spreading at an alarming rate, constantly rewriting and destroying the core programs of the Necrons.

The rune light on the surface of the hub was gradually swallowed up by the blue light of the virus, and the energy pipes extending from the hub also began to flash with disordered light, spreading the virus along the energy transmission network to the entire Necron cluster.

Omiren leaned against the energy hub, watching the movements around him vigilantly.

Although the virus has begun to take effect, these Necrons will not fall easily and may launch a final struggle at any time.

Sure enough, a moment later, several huge and tougher-looking Necrons forcibly broke through the influence of the virus and staggered towards Omiren.

Their steps were heavy and slow, but each one carried a resolute killing intent. The faint green light remaining in their eyes seemed like a flash of madness before it was extinguished. Omiren gripped his weapon tightly, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet this final challenge.

Omiren stared at the giant Necron charging towards him, his brain working rapidly, thinking of a countermeasure.

Although these giant beasts move slowly, they are huge and have amazing defensive capabilities. It is not wise to rush into a head-on confrontation with them.

Just as they were about to get close, Omiren saw the gap between one of them's steps and suddenly rushed forward, dodging the arm that was smashing down like a giant hammer, and at the same time stabbed the short blade in his hand into the energy connection at its knee joint.

Accompanied by a burst of electric sparks, the Necron's legs went limp and it fell to one knee.

Without any hesitation, Omiren jumped onto its back and quickly crawled towards the energy core in its neck.

Seeing this, several other Necrons swung their arms and attacked her.

Omiren moved nimbly on the giant beast's back, avoiding attacks.

Finally, he reached the core of his neck and thrust the short blade into the core with all his strength.

In an instant, a strong energy wave erupted, and the Necron's whole body trembled violently, then collapsed to the ground and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The remaining Necrons seemed to be enraged and their attacks became more and more frantic.

Omiren jumped off the fallen beast and rolled over upon landing, avoiding being trampled by another Necron.