Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Ha, as the Primarch, I am still wrong? I have always been perfect. I was born a perfect being. Only Fulgrim, that bitch, an imperfect being, pursues perfection." Perturabo suddenly swelled up and loudly retorted to Sigismund in front of him.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was now puffed up with anger, like an enraged pufferfish trying to scare away the enemy with its puffed-up face.

"Every time you challenged my mother, every time at a critical moment, as long as you had the upper hand, you always jumped in front of my mother and mocked her." Sigismund spoke slowly, as if uncovering Perturabo's shameful black history.

His voice carried a power that was impossible to ignore in front of Perturabo.

"So what? This is called messing with the enemy's mentality, do you understand?" Perturabo responded with a guilty conscience. Although he tried to act calm, his tone clearly lacked confidence, and his eyes flickered unconsciously.

"But you are always like this? And after losing power, you will be so hot-tempered that you will send the Iron Warriors to the battlefield and lose the game." Sigismund was still straightforward and continued to expose Perturabo's behavior without mercy.

"Okay, I don't want to argue with you about this. You, a mere Astartes, can't imagine my wisdom." Perturabo gave the order directly, using her Primarch's genes to order the Astartes in front of her to end the conversation.

Her face flushed with anger, and she could no longer conceal her anger and humiliation.

Sigismund's outspokenness is just as annoying as that of anthracene.

Even if Duo Ru was a little bit submissive to her, she would not continue to challenge Duo Ru.

"But it is a fact, my lord," Sigismund added calmly and firmly. His calm demeanor, as if stating a perfectly ordinary matter, pierced Perturabo's pride like a sharp dagger.

Perturabo's face flushed red with anger, his breathing became rapid, and his chest, wrapped in black and gray armor, rose and fell violently, causing his entire body to tremble.

"Are you just going to watch? Go and knock him to the ground for me."

She roared angrily at the silent Trident warriors around her, her voice full of unquestionable majesty and anger.

After receiving the order, the Trident warriors felt very aggrieved.

Before this, it was their mother who told them to just stand there, say nothing, and do nothing.

But now, even though I did what my mother said, I still get scolded by her.

The Tridents still obeyed Perturabo's orders.

The heavy armor on them made a dull sound, and with the momentum of running, a group of trident warriors rushed towards Sigismund like a black tide.

Sigismund's eyes flashed and he reacted quickly.

He was agile and nimble, like a cheetah, dodging left and right, easily avoiding the first round of attacks from the Trident warriors.

Those attacks that originally carried great power all missed due to his flexible body.

"Fools, idiots, you Tridents are the dumbest I've ever led!" Perturabo became even more angry when she saw this scene. Her face turned redder and veins on her forehead bulged.

"Hold Sigismund and beat him." She jumped up and down and shouted, cursing these heirs in her heart for being the worst of the worst. It was a disgrace for her to have them with her.

The more Petulabo thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that these offspring always made her angry. She even felt so angry at their stupidity that her chest swelled up. One day, she would definitely be angered to death by them.

Fresis and his men followed their mother Perturabo's orders without hesitation and rushed forward.

The Tridents are tall and covered in heavy armor, like moving walls of steel.

Several people stretched out their strong arms from behind and clamped Sigismund's arms tightly. The force was as strong as an iron clamp, making his arms unable to move at all.

"If you have the guts, fight me with swords, or take off your heavy armor." Sigismund roared angrily, his eyes widened with anger and his face flushed red.

After his arms were tied, his remaining legs kept kicking back and forth, trying to break free from the iron-like restraints.

However, the armor of these trident warriors was too thick and heavy for him to shake with his bare hands. Moreover, they used their numbers to bully the weak and had no martial ethics at all.

Then the trident warriors began to punch and kick Sigismund.

The dull sound of blows continued to ring out, each one carrying immense force, causing Sigismund to groan.

"If you will only admit that Pertulabo is far superior to Doran, unrivaled in beauty, incomparable in art, wise and powerful, and unrivaled in might, I will let Freycius release you."

Seeing that Sigismund was successfully captured, Pertulabo finally felt that the anger in his heart had subsided a little.

She raised her chin slightly and spoke to Sigismund with a hint of pride.

"You are dreaming. My mother is extremely brave, beautiful and a master of art. You will never be able to compare to her." Sigismund had no intention of giving in. The Astartes were always so excited in all arguments about their own Primarch.

In his heart, no Primarch could compare to Dorne, who was the symbol of perfection.

"Hit me, keep hitting me, hit me hard." Petulabo's expression changed instantly, and the smugness on his face was replaced by anger.

She put her hands on her hips and shouted orders to the Trident warriors, a fierce glint in her eyes.

Just as Pertulabo was commanding the trident warriors to fight Sigismund, Doan finally arrived here after finishing the complicated government affairs at hand.

She walked into this chaotic area with an upright posture and steady and graceful steps. Her shining yellow armor was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and the unique charm of the Primarch was revealed at this moment.

"Pertulabo, you're always like this, easily ignited by the words of others. You always switch back and forth between blind expansion and frustration after being hit." Duo Ru's voice was clear, standing out in this noisy space.

As she spoke, she quickly took action. With her powerful strength and agility, she repelled the trident warriors who were restraining Sigismund in a few moves and rescued her offspring.

Out of concern for Sigismund's safety, Doan protected him behind him and used his strong body to build a safe barrier for him.

Perturabo was still immersed in the "lesson" she was giving Sigismund, but when she saw Dorn appear, a smile subconsciously appeared on her face, and that smile seemed to carry a hint of pride after the provocation.

But then, when she heard Dorn's merciless criticism of her, her face instantly turned gloomy.

"What about you? Like a stone, smelly and hard." Perturabo retorted without showing any weakness, with sparks of anger flashing in his eyes.

She folded her arms across her chest, her body wrapped in black and gray armor trembling slightly with anger.

"Why are you always looking for me? I'm very busy. The duties entrusted to me by my father and mother require me to always fulfill them."

Duo Ran sighed helplessly, a hint of fatigue in her tone. She really didn't understand why Perturabo was always so obsessed with competing with her.

"As long as you admit that I am better than you, I will never pester you."

Perturabo laid out her terms, her chin raised, a hint of anticipation in her eyes, her ears perked up, ready to listen to Dorn's praise.

"No." Dorn rejected the request without hesitation. Her eyes were firm and confident, as if telling Perturabo that her mind would never change.

"Why?" Perturabo asked. She really couldn't understand why Dorn was so stubborn. Was she really no match for her?

"Because I'm truly better than you." Dawn replied immediately, his tone firm.

In her heart, or in the hearts of all the Primarch sisters, she is far superior to all her sisters in all aspects. This is an indisputable fact.

"Ah, today I will knock you to the ground." Perturabo was completely enraged. She roared loudly, and the sound broke through the sky.

Her hands were clenched into fists, and the steel gloves covering her knuckles made crisp sounds due to the force. All the muscles in her body were tense, as if she was ready to attack Dorn at any time.

"Wait a minute, but you are indeed better than me in one aspect." Dorn seemed to suddenly think of something and changed the subject.

Upon hearing these words, Perturabo's expression instantly changed from anger to happiness. She thought that this "stone" had finally come to her senses and was finally going to acknowledge her excellence.

A smug smile appeared on her face, her eyes were full of anticipation, and her ears perked up again.

"In terms of height and weight, you are shorter than me but heavier than me, just like a top." Duo Ru said her so-called "excellence" without hesitation.

Her expression was serious, as if she was stating something perfectly normal, completely unaware that this statement would anger Perturabo again.

"Asshole, you have no appreciation for beauty. You only know how to attack those artless walls. I have a voluptuous, perfect figure and a perfect height." Perturabo was furious. Her face flushed red with anger and veins popped out on her forehead.

Indeed, her figure does look a little bloated after putting on the armor, but in fact, her real figure is very plump, and her heavy weight is also due to her proud breasts.

At this moment, her anger towards Dawn burned even more fiercely.

"But you are really short. I am a head taller than you." Duo Ru added matter-of-factly and slowly.

Her tall figure, standing taller than Petulabo, seemed to silently emphasize her words.

"I won't waste my breath on you anymore. Today I'm going to beat you to your knees and force you to admit my superiority." Petulabo was so angry that he was shaking all over. He could no longer tolerate Duo'an's verbal provocation.

She let out a roar and rushed towards Dorne like a mad beast.

The heavy boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the ground, and every step seemed to crack the earth.

Her hands were clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white, and she was determined to defeat Dorn in one fell swoop to prove her own strength.

PS: I am still asking for votes today, once a day, every time.

Chapter 221 The Mastermind: The Emperor's Dark History (4K)

Under the spotlight of everyone, Zhuangsen's sharp blade accurately cut across the neck of the Lord of Randan. The heavy head rolled down with warm blood, making a dull sound on the land baptized by war.

At this moment, the smoke on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and everyone's attention was attracted by this shocking scene. The cheers of victory had not yet completely emerged from everyone's throats when they were interrupted by a sudden strange phenomenon.

In an instant, the originally azure sky was shrouded in deep darkness. Countless stars, as if controlled by an invisible giant hand, began to rapidly rotate backwards. Each star flashed with a strange light, and then suddenly stopped in place, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Those warships suspended in space, against the backdrop of the still stars, seemed to be frozen in a huge painting, motionless.

A vast and boundless voice rang out from the depths of the universe, as if it had squeezed out from the cracks of time and space, booming in everyone's ears: "Thank you, children, thank you for helping me kill the livestock I raised. Now, it's time to offer sacrifice to me."

The voice contained endless majesty and oppression, making everyone present feel insignificant and powerless.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the stars in the universe began to rotate in the opposite direction, and then suddenly stopped.

The Primarchs watched all this with their own eyes. Although their consciousness was clear, their bodies could only make extremely slight movements.

The other lives on the battlefield were in a worse condition than the Primarchs. Their bodies were completely still, and their consciousness seemed to be trapped in this moment, unable to move.

The souls of the warriors from both sides who were slaughtered and died in this galaxy began to slowly emerge.

Their souls emitted a faint light, floating in the dead space like fireflies, and gradually appeared in the real universe.

The faces of these souls are distorted, carrying the pain and unwillingness of their previous lives. Their bodies are translucent, and one can vaguely see the battlefield scene behind them.

"What is going on? How could it be you? You should be the most noble being, why did you become the murderer behind this? Why did you betray your mother?" Aurora's face was full of disbelief, her voice full of shock and anger.

"It's her! It's her! I've seen her!" The Eleventh Primarch's lips trembled slightly as he murmured in a low voice.

"Ah! Ah!" Zhuang Sen struggled desperately, trying to escape this strange predicament, anger burning in his chest.

However, that extremely powerful divine force made everything come to a standstill, forcibly suppressing his anger.

Leman Russ was also working hard, his brain constantly sending instructions to his body, spurring, driving, and commanding it.

He tried to use his psychic power to make his body bigger, but the psychic power in his body was like a drop in the ocean and had no effect.

He could only breathe heavily through his nose, but his chest didn't even rise or fall.

The dead souls, the heroic spirits of both races, now had a faint thread hanging over their heads. The thread was flashing with a strange light, pulling them.

Like a dead tree, with empty eyes and expressionless face, he walked forward mechanically, like a puppet being manipulated.

"What a naughty child! He goes against his mother's wishes like this. It would be better for him to be made into a puppet." A hazy figure slowly emerged, and a voice came from the figure, carrying endless indifference and ridicule.

As the voice sounded, the souls began to gather rapidly, as if being pieced together by an invisible hand, becoming pieces of a puzzle.

These fragments were constantly combined and pieced together, gradually forming a huge figure.

A figure slowly appeared in the real space. On his head was a crown like that of an ancient emperor. The crown was inlaid with countless sparkling gems. The light was dazzling, but it also made people feel inexplicably fearful.

The pearl curtain hanging from the crown obscured His eyes, making it impossible to see its true appearance.

The puzzle pieces made up of soul fragments have become the gorgeous and strange patterns on its body. Each piece of the puzzle exudes a mysterious atmosphere, as if telling the tragic fate of the dead soldiers.

The great figure is larger than the stars and more dazzling than the sun. Its existence seems to transcend all cognition. It is a great life that is more majestic, more transcendent, and more self-centered.

He floats in space, like the master of the universe, looking down at the tiny creatures below.

"My children, as long as you submit to me, I don't mind pardoning you and clearing the faults of the Randan livestock I raise. After all, as the Lord of Rule, I am still your mother. Children also make mistakes sometimes. As long as you admit your mistakes, I can forgive you."

He spoke words from heaven, and every word carried endless power, like surging waves, crashing towards the Four Primarchs.

This might caused the surrounding space to begin to distort. Even a demigod could not withstand the words of this great divine power, as if they would be crushed by this force at any time.

The Primarchs were shaken by the powerful sound, and felt as if their heads were about to explode, with unbearable pain surging like a tide.

At the same time, an unprecedented thought began to grow in their hearts - surrender.

This thought was like an invisible vine, tightly wrapped around their consciousness, desperately pulling at their dignity and pride.

This was really too weird. They had never felt this way when facing any life in the past.

"You are not her, you are not our mother. She would not treat her own offspring like this. You are a fake and inferior being."

Aurora roared loudly, enduring the pain.

Although her body and soul were on the verge of crumbling under this powerful force, she was fixed in this moment by the great divine power.

But the Primarch's eyes still revealed determination and indomitable spirit.

As for the other Primarchs, although their hearts were torn by the bizarre reality, their bodies were stilled by the great divine power, and their souls had to resist the instinctive surrender, they all chose to ignore the facts and believe Aurora's words.

He is not our mother.

"How pathetic! You have the same face as me! Aurora, you should have the same personality as me, but you go against me so much. It reminds me of that guy. It really disgusts me. And the cursed one gave you my face."

The Supreme Being, hanging high in the sky and more massive than the stars, uttered an icy voice. Every word seemed to carry with it an endless chill that could freeze everything in the world.

As soon as the words fell, it slowly stretched out the hand that was pieced together by souls. The surface of this hand had obvious marks like jigsaw puzzle pieces, and it emitted a strange light.