Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Mortarion looked at the warriors in front of him and felt very happy in his heart. He had been recognized by his descendants.

Of course, he was inevitably unhappy about the Astartes kneeling down to him just now.

Lord Barbarus straightened his body and spoke in a loud voice, "From now on, you will be my Death Guard, warriors who will liberate the aliens who enslave planet after planet. As my descendants, you must liberate each planet and bring them back to the Empire. Even if you die, there will be successors who will take up your mission."

His voice was full of infectiousness, as if he was painting a magnificent picture, making every soldier's blood boil.

The sound of the wind from Barbarus blew gently, carrying Mortarion's words into the distance.

He stands on this land like an unshakable mountain. His ideals are lofty enough and even more noble.

The father and son seemed to have seen the future, where countless liberated planets returned to the empire, and the people lived in peace and tranquility, and his Death Guards would become an immortal force defending justice and freedom in this universe.

…………

Guilliman, Lord of Macragge, extended a helping hand to the four legions that were fighting fiercely in the name of 500 worlds.

This aid was truly a massive undertaking. Ten Titan Legions were the towering behemoths of the Empire's military might. Each Titan stood like a mountain, carrying an endless force of destruction. When they walked, the earth trembled and the stars lost their color.

The 20 Ultramarines, clad in azure power armour, are highly disciplined and powerful. They are Guilliman's elite division, renowned for their indomitable will and exceptional combat skills.

There are also hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliary troops. Although their individual strength is relatively weak, when gathered together, they are like a surging tide, providing a steady stream of manpower and logistical support for the war.

Aurora, intentionally, cleverly passed the news of Guilliman's generous funding to the ears of other Primarchs.

This news was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The other Primarchs, out of friendship for their brother legions or with an eye on the overall war situation of the Empire, also gave their support to varying degrees.

For a time, the military resources of the entire empire began to be redeployed and integrated in this massive war.

Turning our attention to the Titan galaxy, it seemed like a purgatory shrouded in darkness.

It was El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels of the First Legion, who personally promised the Warmaster to tackle this tough challenge.

However, the enemy this galaxy faces - the Randan aliens, is so huge in number and so strange in methods that it is beyond imagination.

There are more Randan aliens here than the total number of Randan aliens in the galaxies under the responsibility of the other three legions.

They are like a cancer in the universe, spreading wantonly.

The Randan aliens are best at mental enslavement. They use their evil mental power to control trillions of humans and other aliens.

In this galaxy, an alien dynasty, under the control of Ran Dan, acts recklessly; thousands of mortal kingdoms, their once prosperous civilizations have been trampled upon, and their people have become puppets; there are also ten alien alliances. These forces, which should have fought each other, have formed a more powerful evil force under the control of Ran Dan.

The entire Titan galaxy has become a paradise for the Randan aliens.

Every planet and every nebula in the galaxy has become a stage for them to perform wantonly, and countless lives have become puppets controlled by silk strings in their hands, struggling in pain and despair.

No one was optimistic about Zhuang Sen. With such a huge disparity in power, the outcome of this battle seemed doomed from the start.

But Jonson and his dark angels worked a miracle.

Don’t know what method to use?

They successfully defeated the Randan aliens and saved the galaxy from the dark abyss.

The Dark Angels' death toll was only a few thousand. This victory shocked everyone.

……

"So this is why you asked me to get along well with Zhuang Sen." Olara, who was on the battlefield, suddenly realized and spoke into the communicator. Her voice was clearly transmitted to the other side along the radio waves.

"Indeed." The voice on the other end of the communication was calm and powerful. "The First Legion possesses an incredible amount of advanced technology. They are like a hidden blade of the Empire, specializing in dealing with those difficult entities that the Empire cannot see in public. As the Primarch, Jonson is as dangerous as Guilliman."

"But the difference between them is that Jonson is very loyal, while Guilliman always reveals his ambition."

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Chapter 188 Skarbrand rushed forward and fell down

A violent burst of artillery fire rang out, and the deafening sound instantly interrupted the conversation between the primarchs.

"What are you doing there?" Lario's voice was full of surprise and confusion.

"Those Randan aliens held a blasphemous ritual here, summoning red creatures that looked very much like demons." Aurora, the warmaster, explained into the communicator, with a hint of helplessness and vigilance in her tone.

"Are you okay?" Lario's concern was evident in his voice, and his voice was filled with anxiety.

"Those demons who call themselves vampires are nothing special. They are not even as good as those Randan aliens. I don't know why those aliens summoned them."

Aurora was full of confusion. She observed the situation on the battlefield and spoke into the communicator.

At this moment, a roar that shook the sky came from the battlefield. The sound seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, carrying endless frenzy and anger.

"It looks like they've summoned a big guy. I'll die first." Aurora was not afraid at all. Instead, there was an irrepressible excitement in her voice.

After saying that, she decisively cut off the communication, her eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the direction of the battlefield, the weapon in her hand slightly clenched, the whole body exuding a fighting aura, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle.

On the smoke-filled battlefield, the sky, already ablaze with flames, now seemed to be tinged with an even more sinister force. A crimson light shot up into the sky, and with a chilling roar, the hideous demon revealed its true form: Skarbrand.

It was huge in size, emitting a disgusting bloody smell, and every inch of its skin seemed to be telling of endless killing and brutality.

The Dawnbringers' shells rained down on Skarbrand, but these powerful shells were like scratching an itch, causing only minimal damage.

Skarbrand didn't care about it and let out another deafening roar, the sound seemed to tear the air apart.

Suddenly, the demon's gaze locked onto the Primarch Aurora. A strange light flashed in the demon's eyes, and he actually extended an invitation: "Aurora, my God invites you to become a warrior under his command."

Dawnbringer was angry.

Aurora tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with disdain, and a mocking smile curled up at the corner of her mouth: "Where did this god from the corner come from? How dare you want me to become His warrior?"

These contemptuous words pierced Scarbrand like a sword.

Skarbrand was instantly enraged; its beliefs were openly insulted by the Primarch.

The demon roared with extreme anger, and the sound seemed to be able to shatter the entire world.

It held a huge axe in both hands, which was burning with rage. The flames dancing on the axe blade seemed to be the fire of hell. With the momentum of destroying everything, it chopped at Aurora madly.

However, Aurora was agile, like a black lightning, and she was able to cleverly dodge Skarbrand's attacks every time and quickly distance herself.

Aurora looked calm. She slowly inserted the sword into the ground, then clenched her fists, her eyes revealing a strong confidence.

In her opinion, this demon was far from being worthy enough for her to use a weapon.

At this point, the Dawnbringers moved quickly, surrounding the Primarch and the demons, forming an empty arena.

They were on high alert, closely watching every move on the field, providing solid backing for the Primarch.

When Skarbrand saw that the Primarch did not use any weapons, it was undoubtedly another humiliation to him, and his anger reached its peak.

It rushed towards Aurora desperately, as fast as a meteor.

However, just as its giant axe was about to chop down on Aurora, Aurora came forward like a ghost and delivered a powerful and heavy punch, hitting Skarbrand's chin accurately.

This punch contained the powerful force of the original body, the demon's head

The head was hit high.

Before Skarbrand could react, Aurora followed up with another punch, hitting it hard in the abdomen.

This punch seemed to contain a tremendous force, hitting Skarbrand's huge body as if struck by lightning, and his internal organs were almost shattered.

The demon bent over in pain and let out a dull roar.

But Aurora did not stop there. She followed up with another punch, hitting Skarbrand hard on the head.

This punch was as powerful as thunder, which made the demon see stars. His huge body fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

Aurora stood majestically beside the fallen Skarbrand, her shiny boots firmly on its ugly head, the boots flashing coldly in the reflection of the artillery fire.

The Primarch looked down, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain, and said:

"Well? Forget it, I don't even know your name, and I'm too lazy to ask. You devil who believes in some elusive god, remember to look carefully next time. The Primarch of the Empire is not an alien who believes in others at random. Where do you get the confidence to let me follow your god?"

Aurora's voice echoed across the battlefield, firm and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, hitting Skarbrand's "dignity".

As soon as she finished speaking, Aurora suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the thick and twisted horns on Skarbrand's head. The muscles in her arms instantly tensed, veins bulged, and contained infinite power.

With a low shout, she exerted force with her arms, pulled Skarbrand's huge body up from the ground, and then threw it into the sky as if throwing away debris.

Skarbrand drew a clumsy arc in the air, and his huge body looked particularly funny against the backdrop of the sky.

Aurora didn't hesitate at all, she quickly bent down and picked up Skarbrand's axe on the ground.

This axe was once a weapon for slaughtering demons, but now in Aurora's hands it has become the sharp blade that ends it.

She weighed it, feeling the weight of the axe, then a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes, and she threw the axe with all her might.

The axe, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, rushed straight towards Skarbrand in the air like a black lightning.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the axe.

With a dull thud, the axe hit the target accurately, and the powerful impact split Skarbrand in two in the air.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain, and viscera and flesh flew everywhere, scattering on the land baptized by war. Skarbrand was reduced to ashes, leaving only a bloody mess.

"My martial arts are indeed the strongest among the Primarchs." Aurora nodded confidently, her face filled with the pride of victory.

After a brief pause, she quickly regained her commanding demeanor and shouted out orders, "Scatter out and search to see if there's anything we've missed!"

The Dawn Messengers immediately received the order and quickly spread out like a group of well-trained falcons, beginning to carefully search the smoke-filled battlefield, not missing any corner where danger might be lurking.

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Chapter 189 No. 176: Luojia rushes over: Luojia opens his arms: Luojia kneels down

The huge and majestic hull of the Emperor's Dream, like an interstellar fortress made of steel, quietly changed the direction of its voyage.

Its body is shining with a deep energy light, which is particularly eye-catching against the dark background of the universe.

"Have we found any original body this time?" The puppet keenly noticed the unusual movement of the spacecraft and asked softly.

Her voice echoed in the silent cabin, filled with curiosity and inquiry.

The puppet's figure was hidden in the dim light, and only her well-defined profile could be vaguely seen, with an elusive light flashing in her eyes.

The Emperor raised his head slightly, a hint of excitement and anticipation flashing in his eyes, and said:

"The Seventeenth Primarch has returned to Colchis. He is a Primarch we carefully trained to fight Chaos. Once he joins the Imperium, he will lead his Legion and assist us in promoting the Imperial Truth with all his might."

The Emperor's words were filled with a confidence that he was in control of the overall situation, as if the entire universe was within his plan.

The Lord of Mankind stood tall and straight, his gorgeous robe fluttering gently with his movements, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

"Hmm... Don't you think the Imperial Truth is truly untrustworthy? After all, there exists a special group called psykers in this universe."

The puppet frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

She slowly stood up and paced around the cabin, each step steady and powerful, as if she was thinking about some crucial issue.

The Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, a stern expression on his face, but he quickly regained his composure and said:

"But I'm a pragmatist. The Imperial Truth was created to defend against the gods and demons of the Warp. Facts have proven that humans who believe in the Imperial Truth are more resistant to the erosion of the Warp."

The Emperor's words were full of rationality and calculation, and his gaze was deep and sharp, as if it could penetrate all illusions and reach the essence of things.

At this moment, the face of the Lord of Mankind showed more utilitarianism. In order to achieve the stability and prosperity of the empire, he would not hesitate to take any necessary measures.

"Well, as long as nothing serious happens to this Primarch, he will surely become the backbone of the fight against Chaos. Then, we can focus on forging the Webway."

The puppet stopped and turned to look at the Emperor, his eyes revealing determination and trust.

…………

In the distant and desolate Colchis, the space seemed to be torn open by an invisible force, and the figure of the Emperor slowly stepped out from it.

The Lord of Mankind exudes an indescribable divine light, just like the bright stars hanging high in the sky, illuminating this wasteland shrouded in haze.

At this moment, the Emperor descended to the earth like a true god. Every inch of the air trembled slightly under his breath, and the will of the world bowed before him like a docile lamb.

In ancient legends and myths, Odin dominates the realm of God and controls the fate of all things in the world. The emperor before him is even more majestic and powerful than Odin. He is the well-deserved king of gods and the one who dominates everything.

In the eyes of the Colchis people, the image of the Emperor is flawless, a sacred image that transcends the imagination of mortals. His every look and every movement seems to contain endless wisdom and power.

The puppet followed silently behind the emperor. Under the dazzling light of the emperor, its figure seemed so small, as if it was completely obscured by the light.

The elite Imperial Guards are like an indestructible golden fortress, closely guarding the Emperor. Their eyes reveal determination and loyalty, and they are always ready to go through fire and water for the Emperor.

The Emperor's footsteps touched the land of Colchis. Wherever he went, countless Colchis people knelt down devoutly, their faces filled with awe and fanaticism, chanting something in their mouths, welcoming the arrival of the true god.

Compared to Lorgar Aurelion, who claimed to be the Son of God, the Emperor's existence was even more supreme. His majesty was like the surging waves, submerging everything under his endless power.

"Your charm is too strong! These people are like this."

The puppet's voice sounded in the Emperor's mind, with a hint of surprise and ridicule.