Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

A huge demon couldn't help but roar, and the sound echoed in the void, causing ripples.

The other demons nodded one after another, and the responses came one after another, like a surging wave, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Both Xi and the Lord of Domination knew that neither side could defeat the other simply by relying on martial arts skills.

Then, almost at the same moment, their eyes turned to the demons who were watching the battle.

The threads of fate, like invisible tentacles, quietly circle and dance above the heads of these demons.

"Quack! What's going on? I was just saying it casually! This is just human talk, do you understand?"

A demon with a strange body screamed in terror. It could clearly feel that its body was being controlled by an invisible force, but its mind was extremely clear, without any signs of coma or brainwashing.

"Oh, it's all my fault for talking nonsense just now! Great God, please let me go!" The cries for mercy came one after another, echoing in the void.

However, to these two powerful beings from the Warp, these demons were nothing more than tiny pawns used in competition. Their fate was determined at the beginning of this war.

"Do you know how many years you've been leaving me behind? Ten thousand years! You've abandoned me bit by bit, and I can only endure the eternal loneliness and pain of being abandoned in this warp."

The Lord of Rule had a sad face, and his eyes were filled with endless pain and resentment.

He moved his fingers slightly, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the demons, driving them to rush madly towards Xi.

The wisdom and power of the gods perfectly controlled every attack of these demons. Every angle was carefully calculated, accurate to the millimeter.

Xi was silent, not knowing why the person in front of him acted like a shrew.

Her hands danced quickly, and mysterious runes flashed at her fingertips. Under the control of these two powerful beings, the demons became victims of this cruel contest.

Even the Lord of War would be amazed by such a war fought by gods themselves.

This is simply the most artistic form of war, so beautiful!

Endless demons fought madly under the control of Xi and the Lord of Domination, fighting desperately.

Both tried their best to overwhelm the other. Their bodies were covered with sword wounds, but there was no blood on the wounds, which looked strange and cold.

At this time, the cold sun slowly appeared, and the golden flames it emitted burned the demons indiscriminately.

The shrill screams came one after another and never stopped.

While the battle was in full swing, the Emperor took advantage of the fight between the Lord of Domination and Xi to launch a sneak attack.

Merciless flames surged out, and pain instantly enveloped the Lord of Ruler, and the flames burned his body mercilessly.

Xi seized this golden opportunity and launched an even more brutal attack.

Behind her appeared a giant tree that blocked out the sun and its branches were thicker than one could imagine.

The vines of the giant tree were like flexible pythons, quickly wrapping around the Lord of Rule.

The vines became tighter and tighter, gradually obscuring the painful face of the Lord of Domination.

Not only that, the endless demons fighting on the battlefield were also hung on the giant tree by Xi using vines.

She drained his strength.

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The subspace gap on the Randan battlefield slowly twisted and tore, and Xi's figure stepped out with difficulty.

Her armor was badly damaged, with shocking cracks on it, as if it had experienced countless violent collisions.

The wounds on his body were crisscrossed and deep enough to see the bones.

Xi staggered, and every step felt like walking on a knife edge, as she landed on the ground with difficulty.

She raised her head and looked at the emperor beside her. A weak smile appeared on her pale face and she said softly, "Thank you this time."

The emperor nodded slightly, a barely perceptible concern flashing in his eyes.

Aurora and Huile were already extremely anxious. When they saw Xi land, they immediately rushed forward and surrounded their mother tightly like little birds protecting their chicks.

Aurora's eyes were filled with worry, and she said anxiously, "Mother, Leila knows some biomedical skills, you can let her treat you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leila nodded quickly, with certainty in her eyes.

Xi shook her head gently and refused outright: "No, child. I appreciate your kindness, but my injuries cannot be treated so easily."

She knew in her heart that her injuries were extremely serious and it would be difficult to heal unless the goddess of life of the elves or a being with the authority over life took action.

Xi then slowly walked over to Jonson and Leman Russ. Her eyes were filled with apology and gratitude, and she said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my children. I'm sorry that Ran Dan was indeed my fault this time."

Leman Russ responded calmly, "It's my duty."

"Loyalty," said Jonson firmly.

Aurora couldn't help but ask from behind: "Mother, what's going on with the Lord of Domination?"

The moment the Emperor heard these words, his heart suddenly tightened, and a strong urge surged in his mind. He even wanted to erase the memories of all the Primarchs present.

But Xi noticed the emperor's thoughts and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to do so.

Xi turned around, glanced at each Primarch, and asked softly, "Do you really want to know?" The Primarchs nodded one after another, their eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

"Okay, then I'll tell you, He is actually the divinity that I abandoned ten thousand years ago." Xi's words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

"Then why did you abandon her?" Leman Russ couldn't help asking with a puzzled look on his face.

"In the long years, I've experienced so much." Xi raised her head slightly, her gaze gazing into the distance, as if lost in memories. "If I retain my divinity, I will gradually become deified, fittingly becoming a being similar to that persistent pursuit of the One."

"But wouldn't that be great?" Hui Le asked with a puzzled look on his face, tilting his head.

"But I am only a human being. Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and fear have been with me since the beginning. They are also the greatest gifts bestowed upon mankind. I cannot give them up and become another kind of being."

Xi retracted her gaze and looked at her hands, her tone calm, "Besides, the birth of life is endless and vast. If you consider yourself a god simply because you are powerful, then it is too natural."

There were half truths and half lies in her words, as if there were deeper reasons that she hadn't expressed.

The Emperor also said, "Xi is right. Our strength has been accumulated over a long period of time, so of course it is very strong. But we are not gods. As long as you accumulate over time, you will become the same as us."

"We are not gods, and there are no gods in this world. If you encounter those who claim to be gods, don't believe any of their lies, and don't submit to them. They are just a ray of fate, a wave in the long river of time."

"Okay, now that we've come to this, Horus and the others are coming. You can't tell anyone about what happened today, not even your brothers. This is a secret between us."

Xi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, blinked her eyes, and looked playful, as if she was coaxing a child in kindergarten.

"Yes!" The Primarchs responded in unison.

"Don't worry, mother, I'm the most secretive person." Aurora puffed out her chest, her tone filled with a hint of seeking credit, and she looked at Xi with bright eyes, as if waiting for praise.

"No, I am."

Jonson immediately retorted, then changed the subject and looked at Leman Russ. "But I think Leman Russ should be given amnesia. He doesn't look trustworthy, and as a Primarch, he can get drunk. His mouth is definitely not reliable. To prevent him from leaking secrets, I can just give him amnesia now."

As he spoke, he slightly pulled out the sword of loyalty in his hand, and the exposed sword body flashed with cold light, eager to drink the "blood" of the "enemy", just waiting for Xi's order.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're being biased and slanderous!" Leman Russ instantly jumped up and down, his eyes wide as bells. "I'm only pretending to be drunk when I drink, do you understand? Not even the All-Father has ever drunk me, there's no way I could be drunk. You must be jealous that I've slaughtered more aliens on the battlefield than you, and that's why you're targeting me like this."

As he spoke, he waved his arms, his expression was exaggerated, and his voice was so loud that it seemed to break through the sky, causing the air around him to tremble slightly.

Zhuang Sen's face was close to anger, and veins popped out on his forehead. "On the battlefield, it was me and my army that killed the most. I'm not jealous of you, and there's no need to be jealous of you."

He stared at Leman Russ, his eyes full of disgust. In his heart, Leman Russ was like a thorn in his flesh, making him uncomfortable all over. He really hated this "dog".

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. I believe in you. After all, you are my good children!"

Xi had a gentle smile on her lips, and her tone was as soft as the spring breeze, gently caressing the hearts of every Primarch.

Her persuasive tone had an immediate effect on both Jonson and Leman Russ.

"Hmph." Zhuang Sen snorted softly, like a sulking child. He tilted his head to the side in a huff, his eyes filled with arrogance. He deliberately avoided Leman Russ's sight, as if to say, "I don't want to pay any attention to him!"

Leman Russ had no grudge at all and continued to laugh as usual, as if the quarrel just now was just a passing cloud and he didn't take it to heart at all.

The emperor was standing quietly by the side at this moment.

As he watched Xi interact so intimately with the Primarchs, he couldn't help but feel a complex emotion in his heart, and felt as if he was an outsider who didn't fit in.

He also wanted to be as close to the children as Xi and enjoy this warm parent-child time.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. Whenever he tried to speak and express the deep emotions in his heart, the words would change in tone as if they were under a spell.

Sometimes, even the courage to speak disappeared inexplicably, as if an invisible force was tightly strangling his throat, forcing him to swallow thousands of words silently.

The stagnant legion soldiers gradually woke up from their psychedelic stagnation.

Their eyes gradually regained focus, initially with a hint of confusion, and then filled with vigilance and solemnity.

What came into view was a devastated battlefield, with the remains of aliens scattered all over the ground, and the souls of these aliens had long been ruthlessly extracted.

Despite this, the soldiers did not slack off at all. The caution cultivated through years of brutal battles made them remain highly alert, weapons tightly gripped in their hands, and their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

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Chapter 226: Filial Son Horus: He is afraid of his brother’s hardship, and he is also afraid of his brother driving a Land Rover.

"Waldo, the subspace barrier has disappeared, hurry up and move forward!"

Horus urged Valdor anxiously, he was extremely anxious at the moment.

Ever since the Emperor tore a rift in the void before his eyes and stepped into it, he would have followed the Emperor and rushed in regardless of the consequences if Jaghatai and Fulgrim had not tried their best to stop him.

Now, whenever Horus thought of the rift slowly closing and the separation between him and the Emperor, he felt an endless sorrow in his heart.

"The Emperor's Dream has been started, and the engine power is at full blast. If you still think it's not fast enough, you can just jump off and swim towards the Randan battlefield through space yourself."

The commander of the imperial guards, Valdo, looked impatient.

Horus now is just like a filial son who has lost his Emperor. He keeps praising the Emperor from the moment he left. Can he not live without the Emperor?

Waldo secretly complained in his heart, he was really troubled by this unfilial son.

"Horus has urged us over 3000 times." Fulgrim leaned back in his chair comfortably, his fingers gently holding the teacup, taking a leisurely sip of tea, looking relaxed and contented.

"It's 3128 times," Chagatai Khan corrected.

With their original bodies' strong constitutions, the tea instantly vaporizes when it enters their stomachs.

But when you drink tea, you are tasting the state of mind that transcends material things.

And it's not theirs either.

"Chagatai, you're really clever! The Emperor has just left, and you've already unearthed his treasures. This tea is rich in fragrance and has a long aftertaste. I've been back in the empire for so long, and I've never tasted tea this good."

Fulgrim's face, which seemed to be carefully carved, was now covered with a hint of resentment.

Upon hearing this, Chagatai Khan's brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, his face full of disgust.

"Fulgrim, could you please wash off that thick layer of makeup before you speak to me? I've never seen a woman in all of Chogoris Meadows wear so much foundation as you do."

Fulgrim, far from being angry, puffed out his chest and replied with pride, "That's because you are too uncouth, unable to appreciate the beauty of art. My makeup skills and this look have been praised by my mother, my other sisters, and even Ferrus."

He looked so self-absorbed, as if he had truly reached the pinnacle of art.

Chagatai Khan downed the tea in his cup and snorted coldly, "Your self-satisfied makeup simply means you know without makeup, you can't compare to the natural beauty of Sanguinius and the other sisters. Your pursuit of perfection stems precisely from your lack of self-confidence and imperfection. A truly perfect person wouldn't endlessly pursue perfection."

After saying this, the eagle from Chogoris turned around and strode away, really not wanting to waste any more words with this blindly complacent brother.

The Emperor's Dream was speeding at an almost crazy speed, and the huge tail flame behind it dragged a long, dazzling light band.

Behind it was the dense and boundless fleet of the three legions, with giant steel ships arranged in neat rows one after another, looking magnificent.

……

"Mother, just now everyone was only focused on discussing the Lord of Domination. What about the God-Slaying Spear? And what about those souls, especially the human souls? What are you going to do?"

Aurora asked, while the other Primarchs were busy checking the casualties of their respective Legions.

Aurora has handed over the relevant matters to Braymer.

"God-killing Spear, I will discuss this with the Emperor later. As for those human souls, the Emperor will protect them and will not let them suffer any more."

As Xi spoke, his injuries were slowly recovering. He watched as the emperor began to set the table to celebrate the victory.

Aurora nodded slightly.

At this moment, Brightman sent a communication to inform her that nearly half of the veterans in the legion had died in this war, and sent her the list of names.

These lists of casualties made Aurora feel that she had to fight for the honor that her descendants deserved.

At this moment, Zhuang Sen came over.

As a Primarch who could clearly remember the names and faces of all the descendants of his legion, he already knew the casualties of his legion after checking.

More than half of the veterans were killed or wounded, but even so, he would later regroup the descendants who had fought on this planet, and there was no need to send away any others.

The situation of Hui Le's legion was not optimistic either. The legion had lost 10,000 soldiers. For a legion with only 40,000 soldiers, this was undoubtedly a heavy blow.