Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Under the influence of Lihentian, Lord Randan's thoughts seemed to be manipulated by an invisible big hand.

Those concepts and ideas that were once judged as absurd and wrong in his mind were gradually distorted and deformed under the subtle erosion of Lihentian day after day.

The principles of right and wrong that were originally upheld became shaky like a lone boat drifting in the wind and huge waves, until they were completely overturned.

The previous wrong cognition, under the influence of Lihentian's power, slowly took root in its heart and was reshaped into a correct concept, making it believe it without a doubt.

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On the other side of the universe, a storm of revenge is quietly brewing.

Magnus, the avenger with raging anger, finally set out on his journey again.

The Primarch's face, once covered with hideous wounds from brutal battles, has now fully recovered, but the pain he once suffered is deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, turning into endless hatred, driving him to seek revenge at all costs.

This time, Magnus not only summoned his loyal sons, the Thousand Sons Legion, but also made careful preparations and brought many mortal auxiliary troops.

Recalling the last battle, the accompanying acolytes were all psykers, but this time the mortal auxiliary army was completely different.

They have undergone rigorous screening and training. Although they do not have powerful psychic powers, they possess an indomitable will and excellent combat skills. They will play an indispensable role in Magnus's plan.

This time, Magnus really used his wisdom.

The aliens are cunning and changeable. If you want to defeat them completely, you can't rely on brute force alone.

The Red Monarch carefully analyzed the alien's habits and combat patterns and formulated a thorough battle plan.

They skillfully deployed their ships, like laying an invisible net in the starry sky, blocking all possible escape routes of the aliens.

Following the command, the starry sky was instantly ignited by the sound of artillery fire. Countless artillery fire streaked across the darkness like meteors, illuminating the entire universe.

Under this fierce attack, the twisted and dirty alien ships began to sink like broken ships in the wind and rain. However, Magnus' goal was not just to sink these ships, he had a more far-reaching plan.

The Primarch was deliberately driving the alien ships together, like an experienced hunter driving his prey into a set trap.

When the time came, a large number of Thousand Sons Legion warriors jumped out of their ships like ferocious cheetahs and launched a fierce boarding battle against the alien fleet.

They were dressed in heavy power armor, armed with sharp blades and energy weapons, and they were able to move freely in the zero-gravity environment and engage in close combat with the aliens.

And Magnus, the leader of the Thousand Sons Legion, led by example.

Leading an elite force, he boarded the alien's command ship directly.

As soon as I stepped in, a pungent stench hit me in the face, and the strange and twisted figure of the alien was looming in the dim light.

Magnus showed no fear. The staff in his hand flashed with a mysterious light, and every swing was accompanied by a powerful energy wave, which repelled the aliens that rushed towards him one by one.

Sure enough, at the moment when Magnus raised his hand to release the psychic attack, an invisible force seemed to suddenly surge in the air, causing the psychic fluctuations around him to become chaotic in an instant.

"These xenos are using psionic suppressors!"

The distorted alien was emitting a creepy scream and, protected by a psychic suppressor, it pounced towards them fearlessly.

"Switch to guns or blades! Show the fruits of your training."

Magnus gave the order decisively.

The soldiers of the Thousand Sons Legion were well-trained. The moment they received the order, they quickly put away the gestures ready to release psychic energy and skillfully drew grenade launchers and sharp blades from their waists or backs.

Over the past period of time, he has led his descendants in high-intensity physical combat training.

At this moment, it is time to apply these training results to these aliens.

The warriors relied on their agile bodies and superb combat skills to bravely face the alien attacks.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically.

What was supposed to be a scene of overflowing spiritual energy and crisscrossing energies has now turned into a fierce confrontation with the collision of cold weapons and the roar of gunfire.

The sharp blade cut through the air and slashed towards the alien's hard and twisted body with a whistling sound of wind, making a "swish" sound of the sword entering the bone; guns roared, and bullets poured out like a rainstorm, sinking into the alien's body, and there was a dull "bang bang" sound of guns entering the body.

After being attacked, the aliens let out wails one after another.

The voice was sharp and shrill, like a curse from the depths of hell.

But to Magnus and his warriors, these wails sounded like beautiful war songs.

Every scream meant they were one step closer to victory.

But their road to revenge has just begun.

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Chapter 178 Don’t Eat the Thousand Sons’ Heads, Otherwise You Will Become Stupid

Magnus was surrounded by a terrifying fighting spirit, and the sharp blade in his hand flashed with a cold light.

The original body was like a mad beast, charging through the alien group. Wherever it went, the alien bodies were chopped into pieces and their limbs and arms flew everywhere.

After clearing out the aliens around him, he didn't stop at all. He exerted force with his legs and moved forward at full speed like a red lightning.

Those warriors who were originally following closely behind the Primarch were instantly left far behind by his terrifying speed.

They could only see a vague red afterimage, flashing by in the dim and twisted passage of the alien ship.

At this moment, Magnus had only one thought in his mind: revenge, and to completely destroy the aliens in front of him.

His arms mechanically repeated the "swing and chop" movements. Every swing was accompanied by powerful force, which could easily tear apart the alien's hard shell and body.

The sound of the sharp blade colliding with the alien body interweaves into a melody full of blood and violence.

In the past, as a powerful psychic, Magnus always advocated controlling the battle situation with wisdom and psychic power, and was very disgusted with this almost barbaric close combat.

But today, burning with vengeance, he relished the feeling of shredding his enemies with the blade in his hand. Every time he struck down a foe, he felt a sense of relief from the hatred within him.

In the highest heavens, the Lord of Skulls watched silently as Magnus engaged in a frenzied slaughter on the battlefield.

For the Lord of Skulls, powerful warriors, especially those "butchers" who demonstrate amazing destructive power on the battlefield, have always been admired by Him.

At this moment, seeing Magnus so brave and fearless, the Lord of Skulls could not help but express his approval of his behavior.

In the Blood God's philosophy, the strong should be rewarded, and He is never stingy with His gifts to these strong people.

However, this series of actions was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

In another corner of the warp, the Lord of Change noticed the Lord of Skulls' attention to Magnus and immediately let out an angry roar.

The sound was like rolling thunder, coming from the strange space where the Lord of Change was, and echoing endlessly in the subspace.

To the Lord of Change, Magnus is part of His "work" in the material world and is His property.

The Lord of Skulls' support for Magnus was undoubtedly a provocation to Him.

In this way, in the warp, the endless eternal war between gods was ignited again because of Magnus's small fuse.

Magnus had no idea of ​​what was happening in the Warp.

At this moment, he had come to a huge and strange door.

The door was engraved with strange symbols and distorted patterns, as if telling some unknown evil secret.

Magnus didn't hesitate at all. He raised his leg and kicked the door with all his strength.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.

Behind the door, a huge and ferocious alien appeared before his eyes.

This is the king of aliens, with a long and difficult-to-pronounce name. For Magnus, there is no need to remember the names of these aliens. In his eyes, they are just enemies that must be eliminated.

It was thought that a fierce battle would break out in an instant, but instead, the two sides fell into a brief standoff at this critical moment.

"You are the Primarch Magnus who I drove away last time. Now you are here to seek revenge."

The Alien King was the first to break the silence. Its voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the deep underground. Every word seemed to be filled with disgusting mucus.

"You know my name?" Magnus frowned, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

In the Primarch's cognition, these aliens were just low-level creatures that only knew how to kill and destroy, but he did not expect that this alien king knew him so well.

"I know you better than you know me," the Alien King said as he slowly walked with twisted and strange steps. His huge body looked even more hideous and terrifying in the dim light.

"Our race rose from the corpses of you humans. We are naturally powerful and plundering. This psychic suppressor used against you was also stolen from your medical planet during your decline. I never expected it to be used on you."

Its words were full of sarcasm and pride, as if it was showing off its race's "glorious achievements" to Magnus.

"And you got your name after eating the head of your offspring."

The Alien King continued, his pair of eyes emitting a faint light fixed on Magnus, as if appreciating his angry expression.

Magnus's body trembled slightly with anger, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white, and his eyes burned with rage.

His offspring were the most precious things to him, and hearing the Alien King mention devouring their heads so casually made his hatred reach its peak.

"Actually, I can also compete with you using psychic powers. After all, I have eaten many of your offspring's brains and know a lot of psychic methods, but I am in a hurry, so..."

The Alien King suddenly changed the subject and pulled out a huge butcher knife from behind him.

The butcher knife's blade was covered with serrations, emitting a chilling cold light. "I will see your head become one of my few collections."

Before he finished speaking, the Alien King swung his butcher knife and slashed at Magnus at an astonishing speed.

However, it underestimated Magnus's speed. Magnus dodged the attack in a flash, like a red phantom.

Then, the sharp blade in his hand drew an arc and slashed at the tentacles of the Alien King holding the butcher knife with lightning speed.

With a "crack" and a shrill scream, the Alien King's thick tentacles were chopped off, and the butcher knife fell to the ground with a "clang".

Green mucus gushed out from the broken part, emitting a pungent stench.

Magnus did not give the Alien King a chance to breathe. He took advantage of the situation and danced with the sharp blade in his hand again.

This time, the Primarch's target was the Alien King's tentacles that were covered with human-like limbs.

Under Magnus's fierce attack, the tentacles of the Alien King were cut off one after another, and the broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The scene was horrific.

Without the support of its tentacles, the huge body of the Alien King was crumbling.

Magnus seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and grabbed the Alien King's head tightly with one hand.

At this time, the Alien King could only struggle weakly. Its tentacle-less body was dragged on the ground by Magnus, leaving a long trail of blood.

"That's all! That's all."

It will not die so easily. It should be in great pain and endure the most cruel punishment in the world.

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Chapter 179 Lord of Steel

Perturabo stood quietly on the land of Olympia, which held so many memories.

As a Primarch, his extraordinary eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of time and space.

From afar, we could see the majestic Emperor's Dream slowly approaching.

The ship was like a bright and mysterious star in the vast universe, emitting an awe-inspiring light and approaching the direction of Olympia.

From the Emperor's Dream will descend the Lord of Mankind, accompanied by his golden attendants.

Looking at the gradually clear outline of the ship.

I can finally leave this place and return to where I should go.

For Perturabo, Olympia had never been his true home.

Steel forged his strong heart and made him the Lord of Steel, but here, he could not feel the slightest warmth of home.

His adoptive father, Dammecus, who only cared about profit and power, only had eyes for Perturabo's amazing talent and was determined to use this talent to create powerful guns and cannons.

Use force to conquer everyone on this planet so that you can stand at the pinnacle of power and enjoy the supreme glory.

But he never really understood what his adopted son really desired deep down in his heart.

And Perturabo knew that his nominal sister, Kelly Fanny, was perhaps one of the few people in Olympia who could try to understand him.

But, she is only a mortal after all, with mortal limitations, unable to fully touch the magnificent, complex and deep inner world of her own as the original body.

And there was Andros, the so-called brother who had defeated him in the statue competition by luck or some other reason...

Under the eager gaze of the people of Olympia, the ship emitting dazzling golden light, the Emperor's Dream, slowly approached the shore.

For a moment, everyone's attention was firmly drawn, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

As the ship's door slowly opened, a tall and majestic figure first appeared in everyone's sight.

It was the Lord of Mankind. His tall figure was like a towering mountain, emitting an aura of majesty that made it impossible to look directly at him.

On the Emperor's broad shoulders, as broad as a giant, sat an extremely delicate puppet.