Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

These gloomy "hills" exude a cold breath in the dim light of the universe, showing off their powerful combat power and glorious achievements.

Behind the seemingly glorious victory, countless worlds are silently bearing enormous pressure.

Countless mortal auxiliary troops were recruited from various planets. They rushed to this cruel battlefield with their loyalty to the empire and fear of the unknown.

At the same time, tons of resources were continuously transported to the front line like water, supporting this protracted war.

However, under the ruthless meat grinder of war, all of this vanished in an instant.

Randan was a land of blood in this war, and every inch of land was soaked with the blood of the soldiers.

The empire also suffered heavy losses, countless lives were lost, and countless homes were destroyed.

But this huge sacrifice was not enough to make the leaders of both forces stop the war.

Their eyes gleam with a desire for power and legitimacy, and they will stop at nothing to fight for the legitimacy of this galaxy.

This war is a cruel journey made of corpses and bones, and a so-called "great cause" forged with countless lives.

Eyewitness reports and piles of documents piled up on Primarch Lareo's desk like snowflakes.

After several years of arduous fighting, the four Titan Legions have been destroyed in the flames of war, and only ruins remain of the once majestic steel giants.

Now, only one Titan Legion is still struggling to hold on.

Primarch Lareo only thought about what would happen if this news reached the ears of the Shaping General far away on the moon, or was known by the Forging Master who once supported the secession of the Forging Cult.

They might have their "oil burst" from shock and despair, fainting on the spot, and all the strength in their body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

The Primarch emanated a terrifyingly powerful aura, and the air around him seemed to be stagnant by this invisible force.

At this moment, she was holding a reply letter in her hand, which was densely covered with humble apologies to those interstellar governors.

The current situation is already forced, and she can only plead with them to allocate more resources.

Communications from the Empire kept ringing in her ears, the voices filled with angry rebukes.

The Primarch listened quietly, those angry words echoing in her ears like a tide.

Lario knew that too many resources had been consumed in this brutal war.

The imperial governors have also sent countless lives to this bloody battlefield, and it is inevitable that they are filled with anger.

However, even though she had tried her best to request resource assistance, the current situation was still precarious, and everything she had done seemed far from enough.

Lareo's eyes stumbled upon the letter from her brother Guilliman.

The seal on the envelope had a familiar smell. She gently opened it and unfolded the letter.

The words in the letter were extremely intimate, and Guilliman described the prosperity of the five hundred worlds under his jurisdiction in detail between the lines.

"It feels very ambitious, I don't know what's wrong." Lario thought.

From the bustling cities with thriving trade, to the vast and vibrant farmlands, to the scientific research institutions with rapid technological development and continuous emergence of innovative results, every detail is depicted vividly, as if to convey the prosperous scene to Lareo through the letter paper.

At the end of the letter, Guilliman's writing became extremely cautious. He carefully considered his words and asked Larion if he needed help.

The seemingly casual question seemed to carry a subtle concern.

After reading the letter, Lario's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

She didn't seem to care whether Guilliman's actions were sincere or had other motives.

In the face of this cruel war situation, any potential assistance is like a ray of light in the darkness.

The Primarch did not have the energy to delve into the intentions behind it.

So Lareo quickly wrote back to Guilliman.

In the letter, she requested his aid on behalf of Leman Russ.

The Primarch knew that once Guilliman's assistance arrived.

Whether it was the auxiliary legion troops coming to support or the Titan Legion that might be dispatched, she would directly assign them to those three guys who were usually high and mighty and had no idea of ​​the pain of consuming war resources.

At the current rate of war consumption, no matter how much aid comes, it will probably be difficult to sustain it for long.

Maybe it will be consumed in just one day.

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In the long and brutal war in the Sabi Galaxy, there was a rare brief period of peace.

The battlefield was filled with the silence after the smoke had cleared, and occasionally sporadic explosions could be heard from the distance, which were the embers of the war that had not yet been completely extinguished.

Leman Russ gazed out at the devastated battlefield and said, "Although this war has been going on for three years, it feels great to have someone diligently helping us."

The wolf king's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of emotion that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

During the long years of war, logistics supply has always been a big headache, and they often have to find ways to solve it themselves.

But now, with stable logistical support, everything has changed.

"Equipment, personnel, troops, these logistical supplies don't need to be taken care of by ourselves."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face. However, when he changed the subject, his tone was filled with a hint of worry.

"Except for the wolf cub who was placed next to the Eleventh Primarch suffering a little, everything else is fine."

At this moment, a descendant of Leman Russ hurried over, knelt on one knee, and reported to him:

"Primarch, the Warmaster's last Titan Legion was destroyed in this battle. Now the only one left with Titans is this last one of ours."

There was a hint of fatigue in the Space Wolf's voice. The cruelty of this war was beyond everyone's imagination.

Upon hearing this, Leman Russ frowned and a serious look appeared on his face.

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Chapter 182: Zhuang Sen, a man who loves violence and is not good at politics

"I've never seen such a powerful alien in my life." He said slowly, his voice full of shock and emotion.

"It's only been three years, and all five Titan Legions have been destroyed, leaving only this one in our hands."

As the backbone of the Empire's war force, the Titan Legion's powerful combat capability and deterrent power are self-evident.

But now everything has been lost in this war with the aliens. Although it is not his, it is very painful.

The Wolf King raised his head and looked at the Space Wolves warriors who were eager to fight. There was a gleam of desire for battle in their eyes, as if they were wild wolves about to go to war, and couldn't wait to pounce on the enemy.

"Don't think about it, my brothers will definitely ask me for Titans soon." He sighed helplessly, feeling proud of the bravery and fighting spirit of the soldiers, but also worried about the upcoming battle.

"In the next battle, the Space Wolves will be the vanguard." He knew very well that as a vanguard, they would face great danger, but this was also the glory and mission of the Space Wolves.

Looking at those young and energetic faces, Leman Russ felt a dull pain in his heart.

He knew too well the cruelty of this war, and that these soldiers might face death in the next battle.

On the eerie and huge "Paragon of Abomination", the dim lights flickered, as if they could go out at any time, adding a somewhat depressing atmosphere to the entire space.

Zhuang Shengsen stood in the center of the command cabin, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes revealing an innate majesty.

The Lion King frowned slightly and asked Astelan beside him, "Asteran, have the reinforcements Luther sent to the Dark Angel arrived?"

When Astelan heard this question, an indescribable resentment suddenly surged in his heart.

This kind of scene has happened too many times. Every time he faces Zhuang Shengsen, he can only choose to endure it.

In his opinion, Johnson, the knight from Caliban, is nothing but a barbarian who will always use violence to solve all problems.

In countless previous battles, the First Legion always rushed to the front without hesitation, and Zhuang Shengsen was the first to take the lead and exhaust the strength of the two Titan Legions in fierce battles.

The lion's bravery is certainly awe-inspiring, but this reckless style of play has caused Astelan to silently bear a lot of pressure behind the scenes.

However, despite his dissatisfaction, Astelan could only suppress his emotions, put on a respectful look on his face, and replied: "We are here, my lord."

Zhuang Sen didn't seem to notice Astelan's inner turmoil. He just nodded slightly and then gave a new order: "Process those documents and send them to Hui Le."

Astelan clenched his hands slightly at his sides, his nails almost digging into his palms. He tried hard to control his emotions and responded in a calm tone, "Yes, my lord."

But deep down in his heart, he had already cursed Zhuang Sen, who was as brave as a lion but a little reckless, countless times.

Astelan complained in his heart that he was always afraid to face Zhuangsen's style of always leading the team to the front and the most dangerous place.

After every battle, he and the Primarch were responsible for handling all the complicated logistical matters.

As for Zhuang Sen, after the battle, he always walked around the "Glorious Queen" leisurely like an idle person, observing as if he had nothing to do with the resources lost after the fierce and cruel battle.

Leaving them behind to clean up the mess, how could he not feel suffocated and angry.

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In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Jonson is secretly receiving mysterious visitors from the 20th Legion.

At first glance, this visitor looked no different from any other Astartes, wearing uniform power armor, with a slender figure and exuding the unique cold aura of an Astartes.

However, with his keen intuition honed by years of battle, Jonson could clearly sense that the man before him was no ordinary Astartes.

There is an indescribable depth in the lion's eyes, and every gesture seems to hide unknown secrets.

"Tell me why you're here." Zhuang Sen was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the dim room.

"After successfully wiping out the Randan forces, you will be the most qualified Primarch to compete for the position of Warmaster. Therefore, the 20th Legion is willing to reveal some important information and data to you, and will also provide corresponding assistance as a token of our goodwill."

It was Alpharius who spoke, a seemingly sincere smile on his face, his superb expression management a delicate performance, yet none of this touched the heartstrings of the brother in front of him.

"Why not Aurora? She is closer to this location." Zhuang Sen was full of doubts and couldn't help asking.

"The Imperial Regent and the Emperor would never allow Aurora to take the position of Warmaster. This would be like forcing the Eleventh Primarch, who is not good at fighting, onto the battlefield. It is an inappropriate and unwise choice."

Alpharius explained patiently, his tone steady, but a subtle cunning glint flashed in his eyes.

"And with the full support of our 20th Legion, your only real rival in the battle for the position of Warmaster is Horus."

Zhuang Sen's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily upon hearing this. The position of Warmaster—what a glorious and loyal position it was! Just the thought of it made his blood boil.

Deep down, the Lion King wanted to agree immediately, but his cautious character cultivated over the years forced him to suppress his excitement and calmly ask, "So, what do you want to gain by supporting me?"

Alpharius secretly laughed at his brother's political naivety, but his face remained calm.

Hydra didn't intend to explain too much, but just said lightly:

"The Regent and the Emperor have always had a deep concern: whether the appointed Warmaster will be absolutely loyal to the Empire and the Emperor. After all, the position of Warmaster is too special. Once in power, they will control nearly half of the Empire's military strength. The slightest mistake will have disastrous consequences."

Zhuang Sen listened to Alpharius' words quietly, and his heart was filled with waves.

In the cognition of the Lion King Liu Yi Qi Yi Er Ba Si 4v8, his loyalty to the Emperor is as firm as a rock.

At this moment, he carefully pondered every word of Alpharius, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the position of "Warmaster" seemed to be tailor-made for him by the Emperor and the Regent.

Compared to his other brothers, his loyalty to the Emperor is unconditional and pure.

He firmly believed that only he could truly shoulder the responsibility of Warmaster, spread the Emperor's glory to every corner of the galaxy, and lead the Empire to a more glorious future.

Zhuang Sen raised his head slightly and agreed to the goodwill shown by the 20th Legion in front of him.

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Chapter 183 Mortarion

Inside the spacious and slightly mysterious cabin of the Emperor's Dream, the puppet's mouth opened and closed, uttering a sound: "Is that what you said to Perturabo before? And then he agreed to do those shady jobs for you?"

His tone was full of doubt and confusion.

The puppet really couldn't understand why Perturabo didn't refuse the Emperor's words.

Perhaps it was because Perturabo was fundamentally different from the other Primarchs, having a complete family of adoptive parents, siblings, and family ties that made him very kind and good-tempered.

"Well, yes, I didn't expect Perturabo to agree so quickly."

The emperor nodded slightly, his expression calm, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

But the emperor keenly caught the noisy "ping pong pong" sounds coming from the silk threads that transmitted sound from the puppet, mixed with faint screams.

"Why do I hear the sound of iron hammering and screams? What are you doing?" The emperor frowned slightly, and a hint of vigilance and curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"I'm planning to create a new type of weapon. I'm thinking of turning the Star Hammer into a weapon. I don't know if it will work, so I'll just give it a try." The puppet responded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the screams on the spiritual level and the increasingly intense "ping pong pong" sounds of iron hammering intertwined, as if playing a strange melody.

"Well, we're almost at Barbarus. Do you want to go down with me like we did last time?" The Emperor looked at the puppet with a questioning look in his eyes.

"I won't go. The environment there is too unfriendly to my current puppet body. To be honest, if I had any extra Star God fragments, I would definitely give one to the current Barbarus."

As the puppet spoke, an expression of extreme disgust emerged on its pieced-together wooden face. Its gaze pierced through the porthole of the spaceship and turned towards the planet Barbarus, which was shrouded in layers of poisonous gas.