Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The priests of the Council of Three Saints served as the mouthpieces of the Silent King, and angry words came out of his voice, echoing throughout the banquet hall.

The Storm King did not respond to his words, nor did he express his apology.

He remained disapproving, the eternal king mocking the dignity of the last and greatest King of Silence.

The King of France and the Overlord present knew very well that in this tense atmosphere, a Necrontyr separatist war was likely to break out.

But no one cared, all the undead were watching the fun.

They have long been accustomed to this. The Necrons, the oldest beings in the current universe, not only have a long and glorious history, but also have a matching history of ancient internal strife.

Even among the tens of millions of species in the galaxy, there are very few that are as adept at fighting among themselves as the Necrontyr.

In ancient history, the Necrontyr, who ruled the stars, were almost beaten to the point of collapse by the Ancient Saints.

Their armies were retreating steadily, stars were blown up one by one, and their territory was constantly being lost, leaving them huddled in a small star field.

The civilization they built with their own hands is on the verge of collapse. When the survival of the entire species is at stake, what should they do in the face of the overwhelming force of the Ancient Holy Alliance? ——Seek allies to overcome difficulties, leave fire to prepare for the continuation of the race, or develop technology to launch a decisive counterattack?

They had too many choices at that time, but they chose none. When external enemies pressed on, they chose to start a bloody internal fight within the tribe.

A large number of surviving dynasties were wiped out, and stars were blown into ruins.

Now, it's time for them to make a decision.

The threat of the human empire cannot be ignored. The life and death of the entire galaxy lies in the hands of this group of immortals. At this time, they——

Of course, it will once again start a bloody intra-racial conflict.

After the fight between the two kings, this grand banquet could no longer be held.

Knowing that the banquet was about to end, some gluttonous overlords and emperors quickly stuffed a lot of food into their mouths. Endless One Trazin even opened the space folding and started packing on the spot.

The Necron have no need for food, so this rare feast is precious to them.

For any race, things that are of little use but of high value perfectly meet the definition of luxury goods.

Although the Silent King has issued a declaration of war to the Storm King, he still has not forgotten his main purpose.

In the following time, he still spared no effort to promote the strategy for the human empire.

The Storm King was watching him not far away. Although he was in his territory at this time, according to the agreement, he had no right to attack the opponent until the Silent King actually left.

Finally, under the lobbying of the Silent King, many kings and overlords joined his camp, and many huge war machines reappeared from the ancient dusty land.

Some terrifying technologies that should have been destroyed have been used again.

The Necron once relied on these powerful weapons to harness unimaginable terrifying energy, and finally defeated the C'tan who deceived them.

Even the Star God walking in the material realm was dismembered into countless pieces by them.

This time, with the deliberate promotion of the Silent King, the Necrons will restore their past glory as much as possible.

No race in the galaxy can stand against the Elder One.

They looked down at the many races among the stars with warlike eyes, and finally set their sights on the current overlord of the galaxy, humans.

But it's not just humans they want to eliminate. The war weapons left behind by the ancient saints, the Orcs are expanding into an unprecedented green tide with a crazy breeding method.

Although today's orcs are far less terrifying than the ancient orcs thousands of years ago, in the eyes of the Necrons, they are still enemies worthy of attention.

Calculations based on the Necron Overlord, Astrologer Orida.

The scale of the green-skinned orcs has spread to several star regions, and the scale of the green tide of orcs is similar to a snowball. The more their number, the more unstoppable the momentum becomes.

Outside the Milky Way, the tentacles of the Tyranid swarm are still approaching the Milky Way. The terrifying Hive Fleet is also an enemy that the Silent King fears.

Regardless of the reason, the Necron must clean up the world. They must complete the unification as soon as possible and become the controller of the galaxy again.

The Silent King expressed his worries to various dynasties with great concern.

If the Necrons are still content with the status quo and are unwilling to wake up completely and face the world 60 million years in the future.

Then what awaits them is either destruction at the hands of the human empire, destruction at the hands of the green-skinned orcs, or the main force of the Tyranid fleet, losing everything in their galactic territory.

The voice of the Silent King was extremely painful, which made many kings and overlords feel the seriousness of the matter after analyzing the data.

Whether they are humans, Orcs, or the main force of Tyranids who are about to arrive in the galaxy, they all seem to have the same purpose, which is to completely destroy this vast sea of ​​​​stars.

None of them wants to bring utter destruction to the galaxy.

After clarifying this point, many dynasty overlords' memory processors malfunctioned.

The madness in the galaxy now exceeds their imagination, and it seems that every race wants to bring destruction to the stars.

But this is the home of the Necrontyr, and they will never allow such a thing to happen.

According to intelligence, some magisters were surprised to find that those warp creations were so active recently.

The boneless Eldar abandoned the dignity of being a senior and shamelessly kowtowed to the human empire.

The followers of the Eldar God of Laughter frequently appeared in the major Eldar Arks, seemingly trying to gather the power of the entire Eldar to accomplish some unknown things.

Until then, some dynasty magisters who had just awakened and still held on to their past pride had to admit the complexity of the current galactic situation.

Therefore, even though there were many gaps within the Necrons, many dynasties still reached a preliminary cooperation gesture.

This was the first time they had united after 60 million years.

Subsequently, a small group of Necrons fleets were sent to the border of the Empire first as scouts to contact the human Empire fleet first.

At the same time,

the Empire's fleet heading to Vikia happened to meet a Necrons squad.

The engineer of this fleet was a handsome young man, Lance, a young generation of emerging Imperial heroes.

Compared with most young Imperial officers, Lance did not have a noble birth. He was not even a noble, but the son of a brave farmer.

In the early days of Duker's Dark Crusade, he rescued Lance's home planet from a demon invasion.

His father was trampled to death by a Khorne demon, because there was no honor in killing weak mortals, and those ugly blasphemers were even unwilling to collect his father's skull.

Young Lance was brought up by his mother to live a hard life. The demon invasion was tantamount to the end of the world for his world.

Until Duker's Dark Crusade fleet arrived and killed the blasphemous invaders.

But after a long period of torture, Lance was dying at that time. In order to keep him alive, his skinny mother mustered up all her courage, stopped in front of the Primarch who rescued them, and asked for the blessing of the Son of God.

This was a reckless act that was not favored by everyone. At that time, Duker had just woken up, and no one knew the temper of this Primarch.

Such an act of offending the Son of God was almost the same as suicide.

But perhaps it was the mother's weak courage that resonated with the Primarch. The Son of God not only did not drive them away, but gently held the young Lance in his hands.

He raised him high above his head, and in the eyes of everyone, the Son of God blessed him.

It was also at that moment that a miracle happened, and the dying Lance instantly recovered to a healthy state.

The child who was once held in the palm of Duke's hand has grown up and become an excellent warrior.

His world was taken over by Officer Ophelia No. 7, and order was restored. Now Lance has graduated from the "Imperial Temple" Academy established by Duke, and has become an engineer and a major in the Imperial Navy. He was even named one of the youngest heroes of the Empire.

A sharp and capable short hair, a straight and upright body in a military uniform.

A marble-like firm face, full of frost and perseverance.

Lance has extremely strict requirements for himself. Although he was born in a humble family, he never thought it was a shame. He has a brave mother who loves him deeply and a father who died for him. He was once held high above the head by Warmaster Duker, and he must be no less than anyone else.

Lance's footsteps were hurried. His engineering troops were ordered to follow the Imperial Fleet from the Far East Star Region to the Vikia World.

The fleet had just completed the interstellar jump when it suddenly encountered a fierce attack from the enemy.

The sweaty gunner manipulated the huge mechanical arm to load the macro cannon with shells.

The metal gate was opened, and the mechanical steel grappling hook pulled the heavy shells.

The power of the macro cannon is huge. If the fully automatic device is used, it is likely to cause a chain explosion.

So gunners and servitors are needed to assist in the steps of loading shells.

In space, the fleet is frantically exchanging fire with unknown enemies.

The expensive shells are constantly thrown out as if they are free of charge.

The towering turrets of the Light Spear Array are as high as a building with more than ten floors. There are more than a dozen staff members, and they need to readjust every time they fire.

The busy crew members are like ants, maintaining the operation of this huge warship.

Lance used the tiny observation window to see some scenes outside. He saw an imperial warship explode in the cold space, and the fireworks and light columns of the explosion instantly filled the entire void.

The air and moisture inside the warship were released into space in a very short time, forming a thin ice crystal white mist for a short time.

It was an old, but modified Sword-class frigate.

The ship's quantum deflector shield was shattered by the enemy's dense firepower.

Then several Gauss rays hit the middle of the hull, and the huge hull exploded in the hot flames.

The counterattack of the Empire was equally fierce, and the fan-shaped laser beams splashed out, and the enemy's pyramid-shaped hull had no way to avoid it.

The enemy's number was far less than that of the Imperial Fleet, and their firepower was also far less than that of the Imperial Fleet, but they relied on powerful weapons and flawless strategic deployment.

The Imperial warships were still in a bitter battle.

When they realized that the Imperial Fleet's long-range strikes could not effectively kill the enemy, countless Imperial warships roared loudly and rushed straight towards the enemy ships.

The ramming angle, which was several kilometers long, hit the flank of the enemy flagship under the cover of the light spear.

Accompanied by a storm of fire and explosions, the pyramid-shaped flagship only lasted for a short time before disintegrating in space.

The red flames were detonated from the inside of the imperial warship. The terrible explosion tore the enemy's huge warship into pieces, leaving behind a fireball like a small star that could burn for several years in the cold space.

Under normal circumstances, when the enemy's formation is breached by the Imperial Fleet, the Imperial Fleet will rely on collision angles and artillery to continuously gain advantages and crush the enemy bit by bit.

But this time there was an exception.

Those broken enemy ships suddenly ignited with dark green flames, like ghost fire in space, and then these dark green light spots quickly disappeared in a very strange way.

Whether it is an enemy ship or an imperial fleet, they will disappear at an extremely fast speed after being covered by the green ghost fire.

These things are like ethereal space ghosts, dragging the living to the realm of Hades.

Lance watched the fierce space battle silently, then he took the anti-gravity suspension cabin and quickly arrived at the bridge command room.

After seeing the top officer in the command room,

"The link area of ​​A22 has been repaired." Lance reported to the commander.

Vice Admiral Poole nodded.

"General, the Ministry of Military Affairs has issued an order. If we can rescue the survivors in the world of Wikia, we will continue to carry out the rescue mission. If we are seriously damaged, then evacuate to the Geno system, and the Ministry of Military Affairs will send other fleets to Wikiia."

A herald reported to the lieutenant general.

"If we re-dispatch the fleet, how long will it take to reach Vekia?" the lieutenant general asked.

"Twenty-one days, sir," replied the herald.

Poole frowned slightly, lowered his head and carefully observed the star map in front of him for a while, and then said decisively,

"All personnel are back at their posts, and the fleet is moving forward at full speed, targeting the world of Wikiia."

Next to the Vice Admiral, a fleet think tank stood up.

"General, the current damage to our fleet meets the criteria for retreat. Heading to the Geno system is the most rational choice for us. Your decision will put us in danger, and the lives of countless soldiers will be threatened. You will also be judged for this mistake."

Poole looked at the think tank and said, "The survivors in the world of Wikia are still struggling, so we must go and save them. Twenty-one days is too long, and every day of delay will cause more compatriots to die in despair. War The commander’s order is for us to rescue more innocent people. Those Imperial citizens who are struggling to support us still believe in the miracle of the emperor and the salvation of the war commander. We must move forward!”

The think tank frowned slightly. Although his reason told him that doing so was against the rules, he also couldn't bear to give up on the survivors of the Wikiia world.

Lance heard their conversation and nodded slightly. He recalled the giants he had seen when he was a child, descending to his home planet like gods.

That was more than ten years ago.

That man who is like a god has now rooted his will in every imperial general. War is never the result, it is only a means to achieve the goal.

This time, Lance will inherit the identity of the savior and do what the Warmaster once did.