Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The wine glass in her hand was shaking slightly because she was too excited, and the crystal wine was shaking gently in the glass.

She looked at Xi, her eyes full of recognition and resonance, and said excitedly: "My dear, what you said is so vivid! Why didn't I connect these things before? It's really exactly the same!"

"My classmate Robert! If you are admitted, just take the exam with everyone and don't ask any more questions!" Hui Le teased Guilliman half-jokingly with a mischievous smile on his face.

Aurora didn't even try to hide her feelings. She smiled in front of Guilliman and muttered incoherently, "I didn't expect you had this experience as a child. How funny!"

Guilliman's face flushed crimson instantly, and he raised his hand to scratch his head in embarrassment.

He knew in his heart that the lively scene before him was exactly the family gathering he had been looking forward to.

But at this moment, those embarrassing childhood memories that were dug up made him wish he could find a hole to crawl into. He just hoped that this embarrassing moment would end quickly and that his two mothers would talk less about him and turn the topic to his sisters.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he was filled with worry again.

After tonight's dinner, his mother, Ms. Yuton, and his sisters Aurora and Huile might have to part with him. His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

He was reluctant to let them go, fearing that the days after their separation would return to their former coldness and loneliness, leaving him alone in this vast world, continuing to fight for the future of Ultramar.

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Chapter 231 Welcome to Nuceria, where even the Primarch must fight for survival.

In the desolate desert of Nuceria, the chaotic and disordered warp space tore open a strange hole, and the culture chamber containing the Primarch suddenly appeared from it, and then fell heavily onto the hot sand.

The hatch opened and the young Primarch Angron stepped out.

He looked at everything around him that was unfamiliar. The sand under his feet was hot and rough, and everything he saw was desolate.

Just as he took two steps forward with his childish steps, a team of Eldar warriors quietly appeared.

The leading Eldar had a stern expression and whispered in an alien language that Angron could not understand, "It is he, the one predicted by the prophet who will completely destroy our Ark. According to orders, he must be eliminated immediately while he is still young!"

After saying this, the Eldar warriors rushed towards Angron like ghosts, with the sharp blades in their hands flashing with cold light.

A dangerous aura instantly enveloped Angron. Instinctively, he dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow.

He could clearly sense the strong hostility emanating from these aliens, and the danger warning signals in his mind flashed wildly.

Facing the siege, Angron was not afraid and fought with these agile aliens.

In just a few rounds, Angron displayed astonishing strength.

His hands were as hard as steel. He grabbed an Eldar who was rushing in the front and tore him in half with both hands.

Blood splattered, leaving shocking marks on the sand.

Seeing this, the other Yin Aida elves attacked even more frantically.

Their bodies are erratic and their speed is extremely fast, leaving a trail of afterimages in the desert.

But no matter how swift their attacks, young Angron always sensed them beforehand.

The Primarch's nerves were like the most sensitive alarms. Once a danger signal was detected, it was instantly transmitted to the brain. He then reacted instinctively, dodging the attacks time and time again and quickly counterattacking.

Angron's fists carried tremendous force, and every blow could send an Eldar warrior flying.

Their armor was like paper in the face of this terrifying force and was easily shattered. Their bodies were also tattered under this heavy blow. However, Angron gradually gained a foothold in this bloody battle.

Angron could not feel any emotional fluctuations emitted by these aliens. The innate knowledge in his mind made him understand that these aliens had lost their lives.

The desert was dead silent after the battle.

Young Angron continued to walk alone on the scorching gravel, the scorching heat coming from the soles of his feet, but he seemed unaware of it.

From afar came the roar of a vehicle speeding across the sand.

Angron had become more alert after the battle with the Eldar. He immediately lay down on the hot sand, holding his breath, and watching the dust rising in the distance.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and he could clearly sense that the people in the cars were about the same size as himself, but they exuded full of malice.

The convoy slowly stopped, and nearly a hundred people wearing sophisticated armor and holding advanced weapons got off the vehicles one after another.

The leader waved his hand, and a sphere similar to an unmanned helicopter floated lightly into the air and began to scan the surroundings.

"There is a psychic here who has used psychic power to hide his body, and his level is not low. Fortunately, I paid close attention to the psychic monitoring equipment just now, otherwise I would have missed this slave for sure." The leader said happily.

Angron knew he had been discovered. He secretly compared his strength with these people and found that they were far weaker than him.

Then, the Primarch stood up, and the psychic invisibility that he had passively cast out of his desire not to be discovered also disappeared.

When those people saw Angron, there was no fear in their eyes, but rather a look of satisfaction.

The sphere suspended in the air quickly aimed its red laser at Angron's chest and instantly fired a anesthetic.

Angron reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the anesthetic shot.

However, the strength of his palm was too great, and he crushed the anesthetic directly, and the anesthetic gas immediately floated in the air.

Angron inhaled the gas due to a moment of negligence. He felt his consciousness gradually becoming heavy and his body becoming more and more unresponsive. However, even when his body fell into a coma, the Primarch still had questions in his mind.

"what is this?"

Finally, he fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

……

"Wake up, wake up!"

The burly middle-aged man called out to Angron.

Angron slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the rough stone ceiling.

He felt something hard beneath him, and it turned out to be a stone bed.

At this moment, his chest was bare, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of simple, worn and loose pants.

The brain seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and was instantly filled with the language knowledge of this planet.

The man in front of me seems to be calling me to wake up?

"Who are you? Where is this place? Why am I here?" Utilizing his ability to automatically transcribe speech, Angron posed a series of questions to the man in front of him.

"I'm Ono Mamos, and this is the duel arena. As for why you're here, you were probably captured by the capture team, or sold here."

Ono said this, handing Angron a stone cup filled with water.

In this cruel duel arena, Ono was already accustomed to such scenes.

Countless lives have been lost here, and a steady stream of people have been sent here, and their fate remains the same.

Angron reached out to take the cup and said politely, "Thank you."

At the same time, his mind was rapidly extracting information about the duel arena.

His innate knowledge told him that the origins of the arena could be traced back to the ancient Terra period, when gladiators fought each other in such places, risking their lives.

Ono sighed, "I can't believe there's someone as strong as you in this world. When you were brought here by the slave-catching team, you didn't even have a single wound on your body."

Angron did not respond. His gaze was cast towards the far end of the cave, where the huge arena that trapped him stretched as far as the eye could see.

The audience gathered around the arena, cheering wildly, each wave louder than the last.

An invisible barrier covered the center of the arena, with a huge screen projected above it, showing two gladiators fighting fiercely.

Their limbs were scattered all over the field, and their bodies were badly broken, but they still did not stop and continued to attack each other frantically with the axes in their hands.

Primarch Angron could clearly feel the emotions surging from the arena like a tide - joy, excitement, and enthusiasm. These emotions constantly impacted him, causing his face to involuntarily become excited.

The scene of the cheering crowd seemed to have a kind of magic that attracted him deeply, and he also longed to be the focus of everyone's attention.

Seeing this, Ono hurriedly advised the newly captured gladiator: "Don't get too caught up in it. The arena is far from what you see, and don't be distracted by the cheers."

Angron's expression softened slightly. He could sense Ono's sincerity and the sadness in his words.

Ono continued, "Nuceria has always revered gladiator culture, but this culture has become distorted. The people here are keen to cram slaves and those captured by slave hunting teams into the arena.

"Those spectators sitting in the stands, some avid gamblers, would bet on the gladiators. If they didn't have money, they would try their best to support them and take out loans. Once they couldn't pay back the money, they would be thrown here by the slave owners and become gladiators."

Ono counseled Angron patiently and carefully.

Angron gradually regained his composure, but he was confused as to why it was so difficult for him to control his emotions.

Are you particularly easily influenced by other people's emotions?

"Thank you. My name is Angron." Angron expressed his sincere gratitude to Ono.

"You're welcome, kid," Ono responded.

This heartwarming scene was captured by a surveillance camera and then played on the big screen.

In the sky, the host dressed like a clown standing on the aircraft shouted in a joking tone:

"Did you see that, everyone? What a heartwarming scene! Our perennial champion Ono is surprisingly kind. Next up, let's have the newcomer Angron face off against Yak, who's already won three games in a row. I'm really curious, if Angron dies in front of our perennial champion Ono, will Ono be sad? Hahaha!"

The host's highly inflammatory words instantly ignited the emotions of the audience in the auditorium.

Smirks, malice, hatred, anger, all kinds of negative emotions came at him like a surging tide, and Angron absorbed them all unconsciously.

At this moment, his heart was filled with violent emotions, and he just wanted to kill everything in front of him.

Inside the cave, a steel figure approached, wielding a powerful electric baton. Its eyes seemed to possess the power of self-recognition, avoiding the gladiators lying or sitting cross-legged on the ground. It walked directly to Angron and uttered a sound like mechanical friction: "Let's go to the arena. Quickly."

Angron was overcome with rage and desperately needed an outlet.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, he suddenly swung his fist and hit the iron man in front of him.

The enormous force caused the Iron Man's body to dent instantly, but the Iron Man quickly fought back, swinging the electric baton in his hand and hitting Angron hard.

Even though Angron's body was much larger than that of an ordinary person, he could still smell the burning smell coming from his body.

Burnt smoke came out of the original body's mouth. The fierce blow from the electric baton just now caused his brain to temporarily lose control of his body, and his body collapsed uncontrollably.

The Iron Man extended his cold, hard mechanical arm and forcibly grabbed Angron and dragged him out.

"Wait, you shouldn't do this! Angron has been injured by you and can hardly move. He can't participate in the fight at all!" Ono was anxious and rushed forward to dissuade him.

"Veto, not executed. Angron just resisted, and this guard machine's counterattack was a legitimate measure. Now Angron must go to the arena to fight. This is the rule of the arena." The iron machine's voice was emotionless, stating the rules coldly.

"Then I can't let you take him away!" Ono did not back down. He opened his arms and tried to stop the ruthless iron man in front of him.

But his resistance was futile. Almost instantly, two more iron men rushed out from the darkness and pinned him to the ground.

Ono could only watch helplessly as Angron was forcibly dragged away.

Meanwhile, the clown host was still fanning the flames overhead, his tone playful, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at this heartfelt scene. It's almost moving me to tears. But if Angron hadn't resisted, with his punch denting the Iron Guard's chest, he would have definitely won the fight. But now! I'm sorry to all those who bet on Angron to win, your money is probably going to be wasted!"

The host's words instantly ignited the anger of the audience, and insults came like a tide.

"Damn it, Angron! Do you know how high your odds are? I even sold my wife and daughter just to bet on you to win!"

A man with a ferocious face was roaring madly.

“Damn Angron, damn it, damn it! If I can’t pay back the loan, my residency will be revoked and I’ll become a slave like you!” the young man cried hysterically.

"Luckily, I didn't bet too much. If I bet more in the next round, I should be able to make my money back."

Some people were whispering and planning their next gamble.

Wave after wave of abuse echoed in the audience. In the eyes of these gamblers, it was Angron who caused them to lose money. They poured all their anger and resentment on Angron without reservation.

Angron was thrown onto the duel field by the Iron Man like garbage, and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His consciousness was still a little dazed from the heavy blows of the electric baton, but his strong desire to survive and his will to resist urged him to order his body to recover quickly.

The Primarch's eyes grew increasingly red with anger and the negative emotions that flooded in from the outside. These malicious emotions lashed him like a whip, making him even more eager to stand up.

The muscles were tense, and it felt like an electric current was flowing under every inch of skin, trying to break through the brief numbness and pain.

The gladiator Ake on the opposite side had a cruel smile on his face as he looked down at Angron who was lying on the duel field, unable to get up.

"It seems today is the most classic killing session. Don't worry, I will amputate every one of your limbs."

Yake shouted wildly, his voice echoing in the empty duel arena.

Yak, who had won three consecutive games, proudly brandished the double axes in his hands, drawing sharp arcs in the air and performing fancy moves.

Every move drew deafening cheers from the audience. Jack was immersed in the cheers, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

"If I kill you, it will be my fourth consecutive victory." His eyes flashed with greed and fanaticism. He raised his two axes and rushed towards Angron who was lying on the ground like a mad beast.

He leaped high, using the gravity and inertia of his body to raise both axes high, ready to dismember Angron's body in the most brutal way possible, continuing his "glorious record" amid the cheers of the audience.

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Chapter 232 Is this really the eliminated iron man?

However, the bloody dismemberment did not occur.