Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The Phoenix Lord's hands were like iron pliers, firmly locking the alien's body. Although Galaspide kept struggling, trying to fight back with his claws and madly spraying strong acid, Fulgrim remained unmoved. Relying on the Primarch's extraordinary strength, he managed to control it.

At the same time, the battle on Ferrus's side was also quite fierce.

The war hammer danced vigorously, and each swing was accompanied by a dull thud, knocking back the approaching Galaspide.

But the aliens kept coming, seemingly tirelessly.

While fighting, Ferrus kept an eye on Fulgrim's situation and shouted, "Fulgrim, if you need help, just let me know. These guys are tough to deal with!"

Fulgrim replied, "Not yet. I'm almost done here. Try to keep as many alive as possible so we can take them back for study."

Upon hearing this, Ferrus changed his tactics and no longer pursued the killing blow. Instead, he cleverly used his hammer to injure Galaspide, rendering him unable to resist.

The soldiers of the Legion also cooperated well. They formed teams, some of which were responsible for attracting the attention of the aliens, while others took the opportunity to use special restraint devices to tie up the injured Galaspide.

With the joint efforts of the Primarch and the warriors, more and more Galaspides were successfully subdued.

However, just when everyone thought the situation was gradually stabilizing, an extremely large Galaspide slowly crawled from the edge of the battlefield.

Its body is several times larger than that of its ordinary counterparts, and it exudes a stronger aura of danger. Its force field is also increasingly powerful. Wherever it passes, the ground is corroded by strong acid, leaving deep marks.

The appearance of this giant Galaspide suddenly made the already tense atmosphere on the battlefield even more solemn...

"This is their leader," Fulgrim said with conviction. After all, in this vast universe, the law of "big is strong, big is power" prevails. The exceptionally large Galaspide before him exuded an aura of oppression far superior to its peers, undoubtedly demonstrating its leadership.

Ferrus fixed his gaze on the giant Galaspide and said gravely, "This appears to be the real trouble, Fulgrim. We must be careful. Its force field and attacks will surely be even more troublesome."

Fulgrim nodded slightly, his eyes betraying no trace of fear, instead igniting a fierce battle fervor. "Perfect! We must capture the leader first. Once we've dealt with him, these smaller minions will be no more of a threat."

A soft yet powerful light emanated from his entire body, a sign that the Primarch was about to unleash his full power.

The giant Galaspide seemed to have sensed the threat posed by the two men in front of it and took the lead in attacking.

A torrent of strong acid spewed out of its mouth, at an extremely fast speed and in a wide range, sweeping towards Fulgrim and Ferrus.

Fulgrim's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant like a phantom, avoiding the fatal blow. The strong acid fell on the ground with a "sizzling" sound, and a huge deep pit was corroded in the ground in an instant.

At the same time, Ferrus swung his warhammer and, with the help of his own powerful strength and inertia, rushed towards the giant Galaspide.

His hammer gleamed with energy as he slammed it down on the giant Galaspide's shell.

With a loud "bang", the energy ripples generated by the collision spread in all directions, but the giant Galaspide simply shook its body, and the force field on its body offset most of the attack.

After being attacked, the giant Galaspide roared angrily, and its eight huge limbs moved quickly, appearing in front of Ferrus in an instant. One of its chelicerae stabbed at Ferrus like a sharp blade.

Ferrus quickly raised his warhammer to block the blow, but the huge impact made his arm numb.

Fulgrim seized this fleeting opportunity, and like lightning, he came behind the giant Galaspide and punched it with all his strength, hitting it in the back.

This punch contained the Primarch's powerful strength, directly breaking through part of the force field defense and smashing a dent in the back of the giant Galaspide.

The giant Galaspide felt pain, turned around and pounced on Fulgrim, and a more intense battle broke out between the Primarch and the alien leader.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the two legions continued to fight with other Galaspides, while keeping a close eye on the battle between the two primarchs and the giant Galaspide, ready to provide support at any time.

Fulgrim seized the opportunity and brought his fist down like a sledgehammer on the giant Galaspide's head.

The huge impact force erupted instantly, causing the alien to feel a strong dizziness. Its body began to shake, and its originally ferocious movements became slow.

Fulgrim took advantage of the situation and stretched out his iron-like hands, tightly grasped its head, and then, with his terrifying strength, threw it away fiercely.

The giant Galaspide's huge body drew an arc in the air and crashed heavily into the stone wall not far away.

Before it could recover from its shock, Fulgrim appeared above its head like a ghost, with a cold flash of light on the sword in his hand.

The Primarch grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it upwards, thrusting it hard into the giant Galaspide's head.

The sword was extremely sharp, like a huge nail, nailing its head firmly to the stone wall.

The giant Galaspide was struggling, but the pain and the force exerted by the human body on the sword prevented him from getting up again.

Chapter 354 Fulgrim, the Fun Man

The Galaspides let out a series of shrill roars.

They were furious about the death of their leader, and their malicious compound eyes flashed with murderous light.

However, their path forward was now firmly blocked by Sol Tarvitz and Eidolon, two champion warriors of the Emperor's Children Legion.

The warriors of the Emperor's Children stood tall and straight, as they always did, facing the angry Galaspide without fear.

Sol Tarvitz held the power sword tightly in his hand, the sword body flashing with a faint blue light, contrasting with the smoke around him.

His eyes revealed excitement, which showed his absolute confidence in his own fighting skills.

Eidolon held a uniquely shaped grenade launcher with delicate runes engraved on the gun body, showing its extraordinary origin. He slightly turned sideways, forming a tacit combat position with Saul Tarvitz, ready to deal with any attack that Galaspide might launch at any time.

The Galaspides seemed to be enraged by the fearlessness of the two people in front of them. They no longer had any scruples and rushed towards them madly.

Saul Tarvitz took the lead and rushed towards the Galaxpide in front like a black lightning. His power sword drew a graceful arc in the air and accurately slashed at the alien's leg joint.

With a teeth-grinding cutting sound, one of the Galaspide's legs was cut off at the root, and its huge body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, the grenade launcher in Eidolon's hand began to roar, and bombs shot like meteors towards the swarming Galaspide.

The bomb exploded in the alien group, sparking fire and flying blood and flesh.

Each explosion hits its target precisely, causing huge damage to Galaspide.

Despite the bravery of Sol Tarvitz and Eidolon, the Galaspide were outnumbered and driven mad by rage.

A Galaspide took advantage of the gap in Sol Tarvitz's attack, rushed over from the side, and sprayed a stream of strong acid from its mouth.

Saul Tarvitz sensed the danger and quickly twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. The strong acid splashed onto the ground, corroding it and leaving a charred mark.

Seeing this, Eidolon immediately adjusted the shooting direction of the grenade launcher. Several bombs accurately hit the Galaspide that was spraying strong acid, repelling it.

The two champion warriors stood back to back, cooperating with each other and holding the defense line under the heavy encirclement of Galaspide. Their figures seemed so small in the flames and smoke of war, yet so firm, like an insurmountable steel barrier.

"Look, do they look like us in the past?" Fulgrim turned to look at Ferrus beside him, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Ferrus frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Not likely, unless one of them is a soldier from my Iron Warriors Legion."

Upon hearing this, Fulgrim's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he blinked and said briskly, "How difficult is that? I can just adopt one of them to you."

Ferrus shook his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said, "I think you should adopt Akulduna to me. My descendants all like him very much."

At this time, the sound of artillery fire continued to rise and fall around them, but the two Primarchs, with their powerful strength, had already eliminated most of the troublesome alien warriors. The remaining Galaspide could no longer pose much of a threat to them.

Despite the deafening roar of artillery fire on the battlefield, Fulgrim could still hear Ferrus' words clearly.

He immediately responded, "That won't do. Akurdu is my eldest son, the Second Captain of the Emperor's Children, and the leader of my two hundred swordsmen. In terms of swordsmanship, he is undoubtedly the most accomplished."

Ferrus sighed in mock regret, "That's a shame."

Fulgrim changed the subject and said, "I have just received news from Terra that Leman Russ will also be vying for the position of Warmaster."

"This is quite interesting, isn't it? There are more and more competitors." A hint of interest flashed in Ferrus' eyes.

A sly smile crossed Fulgrim's face. "In fact, when the Warmaster election comes, I'm tempted to cast my vote for Leman Russ once he shows up."

"Why?" Ferrus asked curiously.

Fulgrim's smile widened. "Because I want to see the shattered expressions on our high-ranking parents' faces. They make us fight to the death, only to choose Leman Russ in the end. Isn't that funny?"

As Fulgrim spoke, his inherent love of fun once again emerged, a trait that had never truly disappeared from him.

"The original intention of the position of Warmaster is to command the army more effectively, not for fun." Ferrus corrected Fulgrim seriously.

Fulgrim disagreed, retorting, "But think about it, aren't each of our Primarchs exceptional military strategists? In reality, there's no need for such a position as Warmaster."

He paused, then continued, "Besides, the power they bestow upon the position of Warmaster is truly too great. He is in charge of the Imperial military on behalf of the Emperor. Nearly three-quarters of the Empire's military power is under the control of the Warmaster."

Ferrus frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "That being said, since this position has been established, it must have its significance. The empire is so vast, and the army is so large and dispersed. Perhaps it does require someone who can coordinate the overall situation to command and dispatch, to ensure the coordination of military operations."

Fulgrim sneered, "Coordination? Humph. Each Primarch has his own legion, with unique combat styles and strategies. Forcing a unified command will inevitably lead to contradictions and conflicts."

Take Leman Russ, for example. His Space Wolves have always been free-spirited. If a Warmaster were to tell him what to do, would he willingly obey?

Ferrus shook his head helplessly. "But regardless, this is an established fact. With so many Primarchs now vying for the throne, the situation is becoming increasingly complex. We must consider this carefully and not act solely on personal preference. After all, this concerns the military direction of the entire Empire, and if we're not careful, it could lead to civil unrest."

Fulgrim spread his hands. "Civil strife? Perhaps it's already brewing. Each Primarch believes he deserves the throne."

A hint of worry flashed across his eyes, but was quickly covered up by a cynical look.

"I don't think so. If you don't run for Warmaster, I'll vote for Leman Russ."

Fulgrim knew Ferrus very well, and he could see that Ferrus, now the Lord of the Iron Hands, had begun to consider retiring after going through so much.

Fulgrim knew that Ferrus couldn't even handle government affairs properly.

"Why?" Ferrus asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because Leman Russ is simply incapable of exercising the power of Warmaster in a reasonable and legal manner. With his barbarian temperament, even if he becomes Warmaster, he will probably treat this position as an honorary decoration like you. Power is not something a barbarian like him can handle." Fulgrim explained.

“Just because Leman Russ can’t truly control the power of Warmaster, you vote for him? What about Jonson?” Ferrus demanded.

"As for Jonson, he certainly doesn't let us down at critical moments. But I don't think he's even as strong as Leman Russ. His strength is undeniable, but he also suffers the most targeting, which is also undeniable." Fulgrim analyzed.

Ferrus nodded slightly, as if considering Fulgrim's words.

"You do have some truth to that. Jonson has indeed always been at the center of public opinion, drawing considerable attention and suspicion from all sides. However, even if Leman Russ is unable to fully exercise his powers as Warmaster, what substantial impact will that have on the war effort and the Empire's development?"

A sly glint flashed in Fulgrim's eyes. "The implications are enormous. The position of Warmaster carries immense power. If it fell into the hands of those with ulterior motives, they might exploit it to build their own power and threaten the stability of the entire empire."

"But if Leman Russ is elected, given his character, he won't interfere too much in the affairs of other Primarchs. Power won't be overly concentrated, and all forces can maintain a relative balance. This situation is much better than having a single ambitious Primarch control all the power."

Ferrus frowned slightly. "But this could also lead to a lack of unified and efficient military command, making it difficult to make swift and effective decisions when responding to crises. After all, a loose command system makes it difficult to maximize the effectiveness of the Empire's military."

Fulgrim shrugged. "So what? At least no single Primarch will dominate and turn the entire Imperium upside down. Moreover, if an emergency truly arises, we Primarchs will not sit idly by. We will always come together to discuss countermeasures."

Ferrus was silent for a moment, then said, "It seems you've given it careful consideration. However, the final decision will depend on how the situation develops. Perhaps other variables will arise during the campaign."

As he spoke, he looked around. There were only a few Galaspides left on the battlefield, and the battle was nearing its end.

"Let's deal with the current situation first, and then consider the Warmaster election."

As the last few Galaspides were eliminated, the battlefield gradually returned to calm and the smoke slowly dissipated.

Fulgrim brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, withdrew his gaze from the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, and looked back at Ferrus.

"Indeed, there are too many variables. Who knows what tricks those old guys will pull before the election? Maybe new rules will be introduced, or some hidden forces will suddenly emerge to disrupt the situation. But after all, they are our parents."

As Fulgrim spoke, he smiled playfully, as if he was looking forward to the complicated situation that was about to happen.

Ferrus's face was serious. "No matter what, we must be prepared for any situation. Although I don't want to get involved in this power struggle, I can't stand by and watch the empire fall into chaos because of the struggle for the position of Warmaster. If the situation requires, I won't rule out the possibility of changing my mind."

Fulgrim raised an eyebrow. "Oh? It seems you're still resentful. But that's all well and good. With one more person involved, the election might be more interesting. Speaking of which, besides us, Leman Russ, and Jonson, which other Primarchs might compete?"

Ferrus thought for a moment and said slowly, "Besides Horus, there is also..."

Fulgrim nodded gently in agreement. "Horus is indeed a formidable foe. He is a man of strategy and possesses exceptional military talent. If he were Warmaster, he would be a formidable foe indeed. Are there others?"

"Perturabo is also a possibility," Ferrus continued. "The Iron Warriors are renowned for their tenacity and formidable siege capabilities. Perturabo has always been eager to prove his worth. The position of Warmaster is a prime opportunity for him, and he will undoubtedly do everything in his power to excel in the race."

Fulgrim's lips curled up slightly. "It seems this Warmaster election will be very exciting, with undercurrents surging among various forces. I wonder who will have the last laugh in the end. However, no matter the outcome, the process is sure to be full of drama, enough for us to watch."

"What I feel most sorry for is you, Ferrus. You don't even want to participate."

"Akulduna, you made me realize that I am not suitable to be a warmaster, but it is also thanks to you that you arrived in time." said Ferrus.

"After all, he is my son too, and my most beloved one," Fulgrim said immediately.

……

Fenris, a dead world located in the Solar System in the northern part of the Milky Way galaxy, has an elliptical orbit that results in extremely harsh climatic conditions.

Most of the time in a year, the world is plunged into extremely cold winter, and even the vast oceans are covered with solid ice.

During that short summer, because the planet was too close to the sun, its powerful gravity destroyed the earth's crust, and lava spread like a raging torrent, burning large areas. At the same time, it violently stirred the sea water and caused huge tidal waves.

Bjorn ran excitedly across the silvery white snow. He was so excited because his beloved father, the great Primarch Leman Russ, was finally going to compete for the position of Warmaster.

When he thought of this, Bjorn's joy was like a surging tide that could not be suppressed.

He even thought that the Primarch had to compromise with Malcador in order to expand his personnel. This situation was exactly like the plot described in the ancient Terra novel, and Leman Russ was undoubtedly the towering figure in the book.

Thinking of this, Bjorn had already reached the top of the snow-capped mountain. He could not suppress his inner excitement and roared loudly to the vast sky and earth.

The roar echoed among the snow-capped mountains, as if announcing to the whole world his pride and expectations for his father.

Bjorn's roar carried far away in the biting cold wind. The sound was filled with endless excitement and pride, like a sharp arrow piercing through the ice, echoing endlessly in the snow and ice.

Every sound wave carried his eager anticipation for his father, the Primarch, Leman Russ, to participate in the Warmaster election, as if to convey this excitement to every corner of the world.

The surrounding snow particles were picked up by the cold wind and flew wildly in the air, as if they were also infected by Bjorn's emotions and moved to the rhythm of the roar.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are like loyal listeners, quietly listening to this powerful shout, and then bouncing the roar back, forming wave after wave of echoes, interweaving into a passionate piece of music.