Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Of course, after all, the warmaster takes turns." Aurora raised the corner of her mouth and waved her hand, looking relaxed, as if she was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

Lareo sighed softly and shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with dedication to research. "I don't need that. After this battle, I still have a lot of data to sort out and many crucial experiments waiting for me to perform. Whoever of you wants to be Warmaster, I fully support you."

Upon hearing Lareo's words, Jonson straightened his back and looked at Leman Russ bluntly, his tone firm: "Leman, you are too reckless and barbaric. As the face of the Empire, representing its majesty and glory, it is more appropriate for me to take on the role."

"Alright! Seeing how eager you are to become Warmaster, I will show mercy and give you this opportunity!"

As Leman Russ spoke, he widened his eyes exaggeratedly, spread his hands, and his face was extremely expressive. His tone was as if he had made a great sacrifice, and he almost danced with joy.

After hearing this, Zhuang Sen just snorted lightly, breathing out slightly through his nostrils, and raised his chin slightly, looking as if he was disdainful to bother with it.

He was secretly pleased with himself, but pretended to be magnanimous on the surface, as if to say that he simply didn't bother to bother with Leman Russ over such a trivial matter.

Aurora noticed the atmosphere was a bit tense and changed the subject at the right moment. She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a thoughtful look: "Why did Ran Dan suddenly send so many troops this time? There must be a deeper reason behind this."

Lario lowered his head slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he analyzed methodically, "They may no longer be able to withstand the protracted tug-of-war over the past forty-six years. The depletion of resources and the loss of manpower have caused immense pressure within Randan. In my opinion, the Lord of Randan may personally intervene next time."

There was a glint of wisdom in the Primarch's eyes, and his assessment of the situation was calm and accurate.

Upon hearing this, the Lion King slowly nodded, his eyes revealing unquestionable confidence and determination. "When the time comes, I will personally remove the head of the Lord of Randan. It will become the most glorious trophy in my collection, testifying to my supreme achievements."

The lion's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to contain endless power.

"Then maybe it could be me?" Leman Russ suddenly became alert, leaned forward and interrupted loudly, his face filled with eagerness, as if he had already seen the scene of himself killing the Lord of Randan with his own hands.

"Impossible, Riemann," Jonson retorted immediately, a faint smile on his face. "If you did it, then I must be dreaming, and a very impolite dream at that."

He shook his head slightly. He couldn't imagine that if it was really Leman Russ, he would definitely question the injustice of God.

"Ahem, you two, stop for a moment, let's discuss the deployment of military forces!" Aurora raised her voice and decisively interrupted the heated argument between Leman Russ and Johnson.

She secretly held her forehead, feeling helpless.

I really can't understand what the Emperor's considerations were when he sent these two Primarchs together, who were always at loggerheads with each other and could start a fight at any time. They get along like cats and dogs, and they can easily get into trouble. This has happened countless times.

I don't know what Lario was thinking. When faced with the quarrel between the two Primarchs, he acted as if it had nothing to do with him and was just watching the fun.

Aurora sighed secretly, a wry smile appeared on her face, and she said silently in her heart: Oh, as expected, there is a reason why I am the war commander.

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Chapter 208 Every race has fools

Inside the Lord of Randan's ship, which was as magnificent as a giant beast and filled with endless darkness, deathly silence was like a thick curtain, tightly wrapping every inch of space.

The air seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.

The pressure from Lord Randan was like a surging black tide, surging wantonly.

Even the battle-hardened and extremely elite Randan Imperial Guards were like fragile ants under this terrifying pressure.

Their faces were pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads, and every breath felt like dragging a thousand-pound weight, extremely difficult.

"Two hundred and twenty-two fleets disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace of the ships." A trembling voice broke the suffocating silence.

The reporting officer Ran Dan's voice was filled with fear and disbelief, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The body of Lord Randan shook violently, and his huge head slowly lowered. Complex emotions surged in his deep eyes, including shock, anger, and more of deep regret.

It once thought it was at the top of the game, but it never expected that it would be so blindly arrogant.

It overestimates its own strength and underestimates the potential power of human beings.

Now, this cruel reality is like a heavy hammer, shattering its pride and fantasy.

It slowly closed its eyes in the darkness, and a feeling of sadness arose in its heart.

It finally understood that it was just a chess piece being manipulated at will by the mysterious existence behind the scenes.

In order to fight for the Primarch created by the Lord of Mankind, it was lured into this endless conflict, and gradually became a tool of others.

During this operation, the Randan warriors, who were fanatical believers in Lihentian, were also bewitched by the power of that mysterious existence. With the mad obsession of plundering humanity's second Primarch, they embarked on this journey of no return.

However, at the most critical moment, the existence that they once regarded as faith was like an illusory bubble, providing no protection at all.

Lord Randan slowly raised his head and looked at the deep and boundless universe outside the ship, his heart full of doubts and unwillingness.

It didn't understand why Lihentian abandoned his believers so easily?

Was it a temporary change of plan, or was it all just an elaborate scam from the beginning?

"Call all the warriors on the mother planet who believe in Lihentian." The voice of Lord Randan seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. It was low and full of unquestionable majesty, echoing in the empty and gloomy throne hall.

The voice was filled with endless chill, making the air around them seem to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"Yes!" Ran Dan's imperial guard knelt on one knee, his voice trembling slightly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, flashing with panic in the dim light.

After receiving the order, they retreated out of the hall tremblingly, treading on thin ice with every step, for fear that they would accidentally anger the Lord of Randan, who was in extreme anger and confusion at the moment.

"All of you retreat!" The voice of Lord Ran Dan sounded again, his tone full of fatigue and boredom.

"Yes." The ministers around the throne, as if they had been pardoned, saluted respectfully and retreated quickly and orderly.

After a while, the originally bustling throne area was left with only the lonely and huge figure of Lord Randan.

The Lord of Randan slowly raised his head, his huge eyes like two cold moons emitting faint light, staring quietly at the vast starry sky.

At this moment, the fierceness and arrogance of the past were gone from its eyes, and were replaced by deep doubt and confusion.

"When did Lihentian appear in Ran Dan's mind and become the object of his worship?" The Lord of Ran Dan whispered softly, his voice sounding particularly ethereal in the silent hall.

Then, it slowly closed its eyes, and its consciousness was like a small boat, floating upstream along the long river of time, going back to the 20 years of humankind.

At that time, the Randan were still an unknown race in the universe, struggling to survive in a corner of the vast galaxy.

Until the appearance of the great Lord of Humanity and Ruler of the Galaxy, Ran Dan's fate was completely changed.

The Lord of Mankind bestowed upon them the name of "Ran Dan". At that moment, Ran Dan felt as if he were being watched by the gods and had gained supreme glory.

Since then, Ran Dan began to study humanity in a comprehensive and in-depth manner.

During that period, the people of Randan prayed devoutly to the Lord of Humanity every day with awe and fear.

They are well aware of the power of humans. In the face of absolute strength, the people of Randan can only use this self-paralyzing method to try to find a trace of comfort under the shadow of humans, deceiving themselves and also trying to deceive humans.

Miraculously, the Randan babies born later actually began to possess faint spiritual powers.

This discovery made Randan ecstatic. They seemed to see the hope of standing shoulder to shoulder with humans or even surpassing humans.

As time passed, the Iron Man Rebellion ended, and Ran Dan ushered in further evolution.

Not only did they gain the terrifying ability of mind enslavement, but their own psychic powers also became increasingly powerful.

It was also from that time that the object of prayer of the people of Randan quietly shifted from the human ruler to Lihentian.

"Perhaps at that time, Ran Dan had already become a pawn of Lihentian."

Lord Randan murmured again, his voice full of helplessness and sadness.

It finally understood that from the moment it embarked on this path of faith in Lihentian, Ran Dan had fallen into an elaborately woven chessboard, and they were nothing more than chess pieces being casually manipulated on the chessboard.

"Perhaps we should have attacked the Misty Star Region first at that time..." Lord Ran Dan's voice was low and hoarse, revealing unprecedented weakness, like a king in his twilight years who was powerlessly regretting his past mistakes.

The words slowly spread in the silent ship, but did not arouse the slightest echo, as if even the cold metal bulkhead was indifferent to its current annoyance.

But in just a moment, the aura of Lord Ran Dan suddenly changed, and the weakness and confusion in his eyes were instantly replaced by determination and ruthlessness.

It understood that everything was a foregone conclusion and the hope of success had been completely extinguished like a candle in the wind.

But even so, it will never be willing to sink.

"In that case, let's take those warriors who believe in Lihentian and fight to the death with humans!" Lord Randan roared in his heart.

It knew very well that this might be the last chance for the Randan race to make a desperate attempt.

Even if the road ahead is endless darkness and destruction, it will make the human empire pay a heavy price.

Over the long years, Lord Randan witnessed the rise and fall of the human empire.

At this moment, it seemed to have foreseen that the human empire would once again fall from the peak of prosperity to the abyss of decline.

And it firmly believes that that time will be the next chance for the Randan race.

Even if it can't witness it with its own eyes, it is willing to give everything for it.

For the hope and survival of the race, Lord Randan made a difficult decision.

It slowly raised its hand and severed the last connection with Randan's home planet.

At this moment, it is no longer the master who is high above and controls countless lives, but a lonely martyr who resolutely chooses to walk towards an unknown destiny alone.

"I will step into these ashes, hoping that a powerful leader will emerge again in Randan in the future to lead our race to true glory..." The Lord of Randan prayed silently in his heart.

Then, it straightened its body, looked into the distance with a firm gaze, waiting for the upcoming final battle.

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Chapter 209: Countless Sacrifices Create Today’s Peace (Happy New Year’s Eve, Everyone!)

The deep night sky of the universe is like an endless piece of black silk, dotted with stars, but at this moment it is like a dying beast, emitting a desperate and sharp scream, and the sound seems to break through the barriers of the universe.

The Milky Way, which usually flows quietly and shines with mysterious brilliance, now looks like a raging sea of ​​fire that has been ignited, boiling and surging. Every ripple contains the power of destruction. Beneath the magnificent scene, the omen of death is spreading wantonly.

In this vast cosmic battlefield, an interstellar war is unfolding in the most brutal way.

Various unimaginable energy weapons complement each other, and the brilliant light is like a gorgeous fireworks show, but behind it is a deadly crisis.

Laser beams were like lightning, tearing through the darkness in an instant. Missiles dragged long flames, like meteors, but with the mission of destruction.

The energy ripples produced by the explosion were like the tentacles of death, extending mercilessly to every corner, leaving deathly silence wherever they went.

In the ravages of this war, countless lives were lost in an instant.

In this galaxy, humans once created a splendid culture with their wisdom, but under the attack of energy weapons, they didn't even have a chance to struggle and disappeared like dust.

Their cities, once glittering with lights, are now reduced to ruins; their art, once enchanting, has now turned to ashes; their wisdom, once guiding the development of civilization, has now vanished without a trace.

Those planets that were originally habitable were once the homes of countless lives and the cradle of hope.

The blue ocean, with its surging waves, seems to be telling the story of life; the green land, vast and boundless, carries countless dreams; the dense forest, lush and verdant, is the habitat of various creatures.

However, under the ruthless impact of war, these beautiful planets were like fragile glass and were easily shattered.

The planet's atmosphere was instantly stripped away, and hot magma erupted from the interior of the planet, completely burning everything on the surface.

Eventually, these planets were reduced to pieces of cosmic dust, floating in the darkness, becoming a cruel witness to this war.

"I didn't expect their firepower to be so strong this time." Aurora's voice came from the communicator, with a bit of tension and anxiety.

"After we stop Randan's attack this time, it will probably be time for us to clean up the northwest of the galaxy. Then I can go back to Terra. Fighting is really not suitable for me." Lario's voice sounded immediately afterwards, with a hint of expectation in his fatigue.

"Huile, give me ten more Titan Legions for support." Zhuang Sen's words were urgent, and the background sound of the battleship's gunfire roared, adding a sense of urgency.

"Okay." Lario responded without hesitation, his tone firm, giving Zhuang Sen the most solid backing.

"How do you have so many Titan legions?" Leman Russ' voice was full of doubt. In this tense war atmosphere, this question seemed particularly abrupt.

"I borrowed some from the Adeptus Mechanicus, and some of it was loaned to them. Anyway, it was all in the name of the Emperor." Lario answered quickly, speaking very quickly. He seemed unwilling to dwell on this issue, and his whole body and mind were focused on this difficult war.

On the battlefields under the charge of the First Legion, the Dark Angels are like a towering and unshakable steel fortress, always standing at the most dangerous frontier.

Their flagship, the Indomitable Truth, became the brightest star under the baptism of violent artillery fire.

Countless artillery fire, like a group of crazy meteors, carried a breath of destruction, flashing and crisscrossing on the hull of the Indomitable Truth.

Those dazzling rays of light not only illuminated the dark and cold universe, but also played the most brilliant war song. Every roar was a declaration of the First Legion's fearless courage.

Not far away, the Razor of Truth stood side by side with the Indomitable Truth like a beast lurking in the darkness.

The two battleships echoed each other, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The soldiers of the First Legion, driving their warships, shuttled through the hail of bullets like brave and fearless knights.

The Dark Angels not only stubbornly resisted wave after wave of fierce attacks from the Randan fleet, but also tried to push the front line forward steadily with their excellent tactics and iron will.

Every charge was accompanied by earth-shaking roars and dazzling lights. Under the fierce attacks of the First Legion, the Randan ships were turned into debris in the universe, like prey torn apart by the claws of a kingly lion.

Like the lion, the king of beasts, hunting in a dense forest, the First Legion's offensive was unmatched and unstoppable.

Their warships flexibly shuttled between enemy lines, finding the enemy's weaknesses and launching fatal attacks.

In front of them, the resistance of the Randan fleet seemed so fragile. Every attack was cleverly resolved by the First Legion, followed by an even more fierce counterattack.

These warriors, dressed in heavy power armor, were busy and orderly operating various complex instruments inside the warship.

Their eyes were firm and fiery, revealing their desire for victory and their loyalty to their mission.

Zhuang Sen calmly issued one command after another, his voice echoing throughout the fleet through the communication channel. Each command was precise and accurate, like a baton on the battlefield, guiding the soldiers of the First Legion towards victory.