Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

But in a moment, the ferocious greenskins aimed their guns at him, and bullets rained down, whistling and engulfing him, but his figure, ready to die, was like a statue, standing firm without fear of life or death.

His lone and brave figure, with his blood-stained battle robe kneeling on one knee and still holding his gun and firing, is just a small microcosm of the thousands of indomitable soldiers on this tragic battlefield.

All this only made the Emperor's reinforcements arrive faster.

Every desperate defense of the line, every hopeless counterattack, is a silent plea for help to Terra, a beacon ignited with life, hoping that the light of the Emperor can tear through the darkness and save this endangered planet from danger.

The Governor's face was solemn, with cold sweat on his forehead. His hands were hurriedly operating the communicator, sending the encrypted distress message to Terra with all his strength.

In the message, images of the planet being attacked flashed frequently, with greenskins rampaging, artillery fire roaring, and the tragic situation of the army's hard battle was clearly visible.

"Terra! This is Planet XX. The Greenskins are invading massively. Our defenses are on the verge of collapse. We urgently need support! Our people are in dire straits. We beg the Imperial Center to send reinforcements immediately to save us!"

The Governor shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with despair and last hope, dissipating into the vast universe. He only hoped that Terra would respond quickly.

The Terra Center received the tragic distress signal from the endangered planet, and the order was immediately issued, like a sharp radio wave, activating the dormant fighting spirit of the Second Legion!

The alarm rang out, and the base was instantly in an uproar. The Astartes warriors rushed to the "Glory of the Sun" in an orderly manner like a silver torrent - the Queen of Glory ship belonging to the Second Legion and carrying endless glory.

Inside the ship's cabin, the sound of heavy boots echoed in the metal corridors. Soldiers stood straight, their armor shining, and filed into their respective battle positions.

Past scenes flooded their minds like a tide: Primarch Aurora, clad in majestic armor, stood proudly in the center of the hall. Her powerful aura was like a tangible pressure, and everyone's eyes were instinctively focused on her, overflowing with awe and respect.

"Glory of the Sun." Aurora whispered that day, and the sound is still ringing in her ears.

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers became agitated and whispered to each other with excitement.

All the Dawnbringers were filled with passion, shouting loudly, "What a wonderful name! It aligns with our mission to charge through the dawn and cleanse the galaxy!"

Being named by the Mother of Genes is an unparalleled honor and a branding of the soul. All the Dawn Messengers are overwhelmed with emotion and respond in unison.

At this moment, the engine roared, red light spewed out, and the "Glory of the Sun" trembled and rose from the ground. The light on the ship gradually became brighter, as if it had absorbed the power of the stars.

The Dawnbringers had stern eyes and clenched their weapons. Under the leadership of their Primarch, they would drive this ship directly to the Greenskins' lair, destroy the aliens in the sun's brilliance, save the planet that was in dire straits, continue the glorious exploits of the Second Legion, and carry the glory of the Dawnbringers.

In the quiet cabin, the light seemed to be tamed by an invisible force, spreading softly.

Hui Le hid his figure, and his body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, blurry and difficult to distinguish. Only his voice came out slowly: "Have you thought about what kind of tactics to deploy to fight those aliens?" This soft inquiry was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing Aurora to raise her head slightly, and a light flashed in her eyes.

"I've thought about it. I've already prepared hundreds of plans to fight the greenskins in my mind, and... there's also you."

Aurora's voice was steady, revealing an unquestionable certainty. When she spoke the second half of the sentence, her tone rose unconsciously, full of trust in the hidden sister beside her.

Hui Le nodded slightly, and his hidden figure swayed slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Leila sneered to herself. She was really confused because of her concern. The person standing in front of her was the famous Primarch, the proudest creation of the Lord of Mankind. How could he be defeated and injured so easily?

Thinking of this, the Primarch's worries quietly dissipated a little.

"Did Leila's experiment succeed?"

Aurora broke the brief silence and her eyes casually fell on a part of the bulkhead, as if she wanted to penetrate the metal and see the subspace deep in the ship.

There was a lot of free time during the voyage, and it was a rare opportunity for the two of them to relax and chat.

Huile took a deep breath, her tone tinged with worry. "It worked, but she used Leman Russ's gene module. If our Wolf King brothers knew about this, I'm afraid it would cause another uproar and cause a lot of trouble."

When mentioning this, Huile frowned, her heart full of worry about the subsequent hidden dangers. She did not want to have a conflict with the Wolf King.

"It's okay. I'll go talk to Leman Russ when the time comes." Aurora said calmly, as if the person she was about to face was not the barbarian "Wolf King" that was advertised, but an old friend. Her every move was full of calmness and courage.

"Well, thank you." Hui Le whispered this word of thanks, his soft voice full of gratitude.

"We are blood relatives, no need to thank me." Aurora responded immediately, her tone gentle but unquestionable.

After all, Leila is naturally obsessed with research. If she is not allowed to tinker with the Astartes genes, she may plunge into the research of the subspace one day, which would be a truly tricky and dangerous situation.

In comparison, Aurora is confident that she can properly resolve the current problem.

PS: I beg you for anything, please give me some.

Chapter 103: Greenskin Leader: I want to dip beans! Cool!

Orcs, or greenskins, are not as stupid and barbaric as people misunderstand.

Their wisdom is a cunning and profoundness rooted in brutal battles and harsh living environments, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

They have a unique view of death and are not afraid of their final destination.

In their values, death is an integral part of war and the only way to greater wars and greater glory. They regard death as home and regard life as a tool for battle, fighting for glory and fighting for survival.

What the orcs really want is to engage in a hearty and fierce battle with an equally powerful opponent.

They derive pure joy from combat, a sense of satisfaction that cannot be described in words and cannot be replaced by anything else. Combat is their entire life and the meaning of their existence.

A few days ago, they were randomly teleported by the Battle Moon and accidentally came to an unknown area in the Solar Star Region.

Here, the orc war boss stood quietly on a high place, overlooking the battlefield below.

To it, the battle started by the "shrimp" (humans and other weak races) is nothing more than a small-scale farce.

Those so-called enemies are not worth it to fight personally.

It would rather leave such battles to its subordinates, while it observes from the sidelines, looking for real challenges and opponents worthy of fighting.

It even deliberately did not stop those shrimps from leaking the information, otherwise it would have used the huge rocks on the ship to completely destroy the star.

Because it expects more and stronger enemies to come. In the heart of the orc war boss, only those enemies who can make him go all out and unleash his fighting passion are worthy of his attention and respect.

The war boss longs for a real war feast, a battle that can make his blood boil and forget all the fatigue and pain.

It believes that only in such a battle can it find its true self and experience the ultimate of life and the pinnacle of glory.

Imagine that after it dies, imagine that the war is over, and I will be covered in dust and glory, striding back to be by the side of my second brother, Gomao.

It will be among a group of green-skinned guys, shouting and gesticulating as it describes the fierce battle: how to cleverly plan and make the weak human armies run around in circles; when it comes to the exciting part, it will draw the axe at its waist and reproduce a few domineering slashes on the spot.

The greenskins around were listening with fascination, their big copper-bell eyes full of undisguised envy. They swarmed over chattering, pushing and shoving each other, just to get closer to hear it clearly.

The second brother Gao Mao hid behind the light, emitting a powerful aura, and listened quietly to its story.

After the leader finished speaking, the towering god like a mountain nodded slightly, gave him a look of approval, and his powerful voice was like a bell ringing: "Well done, boy! This battle shows the power of us greenskins!" In an instant, it was enveloped by the light of glory, and the greenskins around him cheered, stamped their feet and roared. The war leader was immersed in it, enjoying this honor, as if there were no more worries in the world, only pride and complacency.

Therefore, it waits patiently, looking forward to the rescue and challenge from those "big shrimps".

The "Glory of the Sun" was like a violent beast that had broken free from its reins in the galaxy, or like a dazzling meteor with endless kinetic energy. The light around the ship was fierce, the energy shield stirred up a dazzling dizziness, and the engine roared and pushed forward with full force, crashing straight into the orc fleet.

The battleship that was hit first was hit hard before it could make any effective evasive moves. The hull was instantly dented and twisted, and the internal wiring burst into dazzling sparks. Then it broke into two pieces under the terrifying impact force and quickly sank into the dark universe.

The "Glory of the Sun" did not stop, but adjusted its posture and, with its extraordinary maneuverability, pounced on the remaining targets like a nimble hunter. It struck the two battleships with thunder twice in succession, accurately hitting the vital points of the two main battleships. With the loud sound of metal tearing and energy explosion, the three orcs' strong and heavy ships turned into wreckage in an instant, floating in the cold void.

This devastating force was like a fully armed Space Marine breaking into a group of aliens and slaughtering them wantonly. Those weak aliens had no power to resist and could only be smashed to pieces under the destructive impact.

At the same time, the Mechanicus fleet lurking on the side jumped out from the light and shadow trailing when it jumped, like a steel giant that suddenly woke up after a long sleep.

The Great Sage sat at the center, in front of the control panel, with dark blue data streams flashing rapidly before his eyes, accurately calculating the coordinates, speed and attack angle of each warship.

In an instant, the Mechanicus warships took their positions, forming a seamless battle formation with their gun barrels pointed straight at each other.

The macro cannon fired first, spewing orange-yellow flames from the muzzle. The shells were like a shower of meteors, dragging dazzling trails as they whizzed towards the orc fleet. Immediately afterwards, the light spears gathered momentum and fired, beams of dark blue light pierced through the darkness. Wherever they went, energy surged and enemy ships melted.

The dense firepower intertwined into a sky of death. The orc fleet trembled violently under the surging artillery fire. The warships' shields were frequently in danger. From time to time, ships were directly penetrated and blown to pieces. The wreckage was wrapped in flames and scattered across the planet's orbit. The scene was extremely tragic.

"When I stepped onto that bloody battlefield, in the eyes of those simple-minded orcs who only cared about killing, I was probably just a slightly larger Astartes warrior."

Aurora narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze penetrating the bulkhead as she gazed at the planet where the battle was raging. Her tone was filled with self-mockery.

"That cunning Orc warlord is so slippery and hidden so deeply that the mortal auxiliary army can't even see its shadow. The only thing we can be sure of right now is that the Battle Moon is its flagship, but that is a deadly blade hanging over our heads. The slightest movement in its orbit will lead to a downpour of fire, and the entire planet will be destroyed. So, what I have to do is..."

"So what we need to do is to irritate all the greenskins, make their war boss unable to restrain himself, and force him to fight the Primarch alone!" Leila's smart eyes flashed, and she continued, her figure hidden and attached to the Primarch's body.

At this moment, the transport hatch slowly opened, light poured in, and the Primarchs led a group of Astartes like a silver torrent, stepping into the landing orbit one after another.

Aurora was wearing exquisite armor belonging to the Primarch. The metal texture shone with a red-gold luster under the light of the stars, and the mysterious patterns meandered like ancient runes, engraved with glory and power.

The scarlet cloak on her shoulders rustled like a blazing cloud of fire, billowing in the wind, making her look like a majestic sun shining with red gold and radiating a breathtaking and majestic aura.

The Primarch stood tall and straight like a pine tree, quietly overlooking the troops about to rush to the battlefield.

His face was stern, his eyes as deep as the abyss, a sharp edge hidden in his calmness, and he understood the ever-changing situation of the battle. At this moment, Aurora calmly raised her hand, with a steady and smooth movement, solemnly handing the command to Braimer.

Aurora leaned forward slightly and whispered a few short words. Her voice was calm but very weighty, and every word was full of confidence and trust. Blackmay, who had taken on the heavy responsibility, straightened his chest and his eyes became firm in an instant.

The morale of the surrounding warriors was greatly boosted by the Primarch's joining, as if it were a shot of adrenaline, and they fearlessly rushed into the brutal battle.

PS: I beg you all, please give me some charity.

Chapter 104 Falling like the sun, scorching the greenskins

On this war-torn planet, despair is like a thick black fog, weighing heavily on the hearts of every soldier.

Suddenly, a ray of holy light pierced through the haze, like a miracle coming - the Emperor's angels, clad in indestructible ceramite armor, descended from the sky with heroic and majestic figures.

That was the savior that the planet's army had been eagerly waiting for and thinking about in countless desperate battles. Now, they had really come, carrying with them the momentum of winning, rushing to this life-and-death battle to support this planet that was on the verge of collapse.

The angels landed precisely in the core area where the greenskin tide was most turbulent, like a meteorite hitting the ground, stirring up thousands of huge waves and shaking the surrounding land.

The greenskins instantly fell into panic, with terrified wails coming one after another. Many of them were directly hit hard by the "big cans" that fell from the sky - the Astartes warriors. Green pus and blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Do you need me to take action? This way, the war can be ended sooner." Hui Le suggested in a low voice, his voice steady and full of decisiveness.

Aurora shook her head slightly, her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, her eyes burning. "No need. This is the mission of the Second Legion. I will personally end this disaster."

Upon hearing this, Hui Le nodded immediately, said no more, and quietly stepped aside, returning to the shadows, respecting the decision of his blood relatives.

At this moment, the Dawnbringers were immersed in the frenzy of battle and did not notice the brief but weighty conversation between the Primarchs.

"kill!"

At the command of the Mother of Genes, it was like blowing a charge horn. The Astartes instantly spread out madly in all directions with genetic letters as the core, like a surging tide, and started a killing spree. Wherever they went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the green-skinned aliens had no power to resist.

Aurora drew out the long sword from her waist, which symbolized "rights and responsibilities." In an instant, a cold light flashed, like a cold lightning across the battlefield, which made the fierce greenskins feel a chill in their hearts. Even the Astartes of the Second Legion, who had experienced hundreds of battles and waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, couldn't help but tremble slightly in their hearts when they saw the sword light.

Aurora, the brave and fearless Primarch, strode forward and stood alone at the forefront of the greenskin frenzy.

On the battlefield, guns roared, bombs whistled, and in the smoke, only a flash of sword light was seen, faster than imagination.

The green-skinned orcs widened their eyes. Before they could see the red-gold afterimage clearly, Aurora teleported behind them like a ghost. With a wave of her sword, the orcs' huge bodies were instantly dismembered into pieces. They fell to the ground with a bang, and the air was filled with blood mist. They died.

The long sword in her hand danced like a dragon, at an extremely fast speed. The sword shadows flew and the light made all the lives on the battlefield dizzy and unable to catch the trajectory at all.

Only Leila, who followed closely behind her like a shadow, could barely make out the afterimages, secretly marveling at the extraordinary martial power of her blood relatives.

In this feast of slaughter, the greenskins were like fragile wheat seedlings, falling in droves under the Primarch's sword; or like surging waves crashing against the reefs, only to be ruthlessly crushed and turned into nothing.

As the battle intensified, the sun in the sky, which used to be kind and emitting warm golden light, now seemed to be stained by blood and gunpowder, becoming cold and ruthless, with raging flames gushing out. Wherever the Primarch's sword swept across, the alien corpses turned into charcoal, and the smell of burning filled the air.

The greenskins' hoarse shouts of "waagh!" were swallowed back before they could even come out of their throats.

They were terrified and fled in all directions, but were surrounded and intercepted by the Astartes. None of them could escape. They didn't even have time to scream before Aurora chopped them into pieces and then burned them into charcoal in her flames.

Carl and the others followed closely behind the Primarch, their faces filled with awe.

At this time, there were no survivors on the battlefield, and all the enemies had been killed. They no longer needed to take action, but could only guard silently, staring quietly at the indestructible figure in front of them, their hearts filled with shock and respect.

In the end, this devastated area returned to silence. The greenskins in the area were completely wiped out. There was no movement, only wisps of smoke, telling of the cruelty of this fierce battle.

The local interstellar officers looked up at the tens of thousands of figures who looked like gods descending from heaven, their eyes filled with awe and respect, and they saluted the Sky Eagle without hesitation.

They were like bright stars, descending with the power to destroy the world. Without any effort, they slaughtered all the green-skinned aliens in an area, and the battlefield instantly turned into a dead and silent Shura field.

"Huile."

Aurora opened her lips slightly, her voice was not loud, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

"exist."

In the shadows, Hui Le responded. At this moment, she was hidden behind Aurora, just like the low-key but crucial shadow behind the sun, accompanying her silently and guarding her silently.

Aurora said, "Project what I have done across the entire planet and even into sub-space, so that everyone and everything can see it clearly."

"Okay." Hui Le agreed promptly and started to execute it.

In an instant, the image spread across the sky, capturing everyone's gaze. Aurora slowly removed her helmet, revealing crimson eyes that burned like infernal fire. Her snow-white hair cascaded freely, framing her stunning face. She looked both cool and noble, like a deity descending from the earth.

But the next second, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

Aurora walked straight to an unburned greenskin corpse, ripped off its arm, and in front of everyone's stunned gazes, she opened her mouth and bit down, her teeth sinking into the greenskin's rough flesh.

After chewing twice, she frowned.

She spat out "Pah" and threw the broken arm away, her face full of disgust: "This meat is awful to eat, you greenskins, you are not even worthy of being food!" After that, she raised her thumb and pointed it down fiercely. The contempt in the Primarch's eyes seemed to be real, stinging the greenskin's eyes.

In space, the greenskins who were fighting with the Solar Glory and many human ships saw this scene and instantly became furious.

How could these green-skinned orcs bear such humiliation? They abandoned their ships one after another, jumped out of those ships made of garbage, and fell to the surface of the planet like meteors, vowing to make this "beautiful big can" pay a heavy price.

On the ground, the greenskins who were fighting with the soldiers in other areas also became furious, abandoned their opponents, and rushed towards Aurora like a tide.