Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

In the Wikia world, the terrible flames of war ignited this miserable world. Even though Commander Poole and Lance's fleet arrived in this world, they desperately discovered that they had no ability to save everything.

They were unable to drive away the metal monsters that invaded this world, and could only stick to the bunkers and fortresses to save as many survivors as possible.

But even so, they could not hold on for too long. The enemy's technological weapons were more powerful than they had ever imagined. They had to evacuate this world and take out the information about these metal monsters before they were completely defeated.

But this also meant that the survivors in this world could not be saved in full, and some people would inevitably be abandoned.

This was the cruelty of war, and the imperial officers present had no choice.

Every senior officer had a solemn expression, and they frequently entered and exited the command room, with hurried steps and rapid steps.

And those survivors who were rescued watched all this numbly.

Their homes were destroyed, and the enemy was raging here, but they were powerless to change anything.

Some nobles even found Lance privately, hoping that the imperial fleet could evacuate this world as soon as possible, and for this they were willing to provide Lance's fleet with a considerable amount of funds.

As for the ugly faces of the nobles at this time, Lance, who was already exhausted, was not angry, but silently drove them out of his office.

For the orphans who survived the war, the invasion of the aliens left an indelible shadow in their young worldview.

When the young soldier Sano looked down from the observation hole of the fortress, he knew another cruel truth.

His teacher died in the battle. He was only a teenager and could do nothing about it. He could only watch the teacher's body.

Sano tried every possible way to finally get the recorder left by his teacher before his death. It was a device that every soldier would be equipped with in his bulletproof vest. Generally speaking, these recorders would be recycled by the Military Affairs Department.

But the officer who was in charge of military supplies seemed to have sympathy for Sano. He couldn't bear to lose his family and teacher, so he begged hard and finally handed the recorder to him.

In the recorder, Sano saw the last battle of his teacher before his death. The man with a golden double-headed eagle tattooed on his face did not give in until the last moment of his life.

This unyielding scene moved Sano and comforted him a little - according to the priests, loyal and fearless soldiers will return to the throne after death.

As for what it means to return to the throne.

In Sano's understanding, it means going to the Emperor's divine domain. In that heaven, every loyal person will receive the due reward, gain eternal life, and accompany the eternal emperor.

"May your soul return to the throne. You will definitely go there. As your student, one day we will meet again beside your majesty's throne, teacher." Sano murmured to himself.

Sano, who was only a teenager, could not imagine what he would look like when he grew up. Growing up in the flames of war, the best future he could imagine was to reunite with his family and teacher under the throne after he died in battle.

Through the image of the recorder, he heard the teacher roaring in a hoarse voice.

The wound that penetrated the lungs made the roar lose its original timbre.

The silver-white monster, like a metal skeleton, was indifferent to this, and had no emotions.

The teacher's sturdy body in combat uniform was easily pierced by the opponent's weapon.

His hand waved the monomolecular sword weakly, repeatedly and futilely stabbing the enemy.

Until his body was lifted by the metal skeleton, he did not show any fear, but just sprayed blood and cursed these silver monsters.

For these low-level soldiers, they didn't know what these monsters were, but from the teacher's mouth, Sano heard the word "alien".

Sano, who was only a teenager, had a strong and lingering hatred in his eyes. He couldn't tell how many alien races there were in the galaxy, but in his young heart, the seeds of hatred for all aliens had been planted.

In the short battle in the teacher's recorder, this strong warrior never retreated until the last moment of his life.

When those green rays flew over his head.

The cultists who shouted blasphemous slogans also charged towards the imperial front at the same time.

In Sano's memory, no matter what kind of battle he encountered, this man never retreated, always leading his men to fight the enemies of the Empire for life and death.

Sano had asked more than once what the meaning of fighting in war was.

But every time at this time, this taciturn man just smiled and never answered him directly.

This man had witnessed the resurrection of the Primarch on Ophelia VII, listened to the words of the Primarch on the outskirts of the Hymn Church Square, and cheered for the upcoming hope of mankind.

He had followed the expeditionary corps to save his compatriots invaded by Chaos on the world of Varro, stood on the armor of the Rust tank, and cheered for victory with countless fighting brothers.

At that time, their wills came together, and the whole world was trembling because of them.

He had followed the Warmaster on Belia IV and fought side by side with him to celebrate the defeat of the demons.

He had followed countless soldiers and shouted hoarsely with his compatriots at the coronation ceremony of the Warmaster, "Long live the Emperor, long live the Warmaster."

He witnessed the resurrection of the Primarch and the rise of the Warmaster, and he walked proudly among the joyful people, bringing the glory of the Empire to the suffering people.

In Sano's heart, his teacher is an angel. The angels of the Emperor and the Warmaster have never been far away from the crowd.

He brought enlightenment and hope to this world, and now he has given his life for this world, returning to the Warmaster's command like an angel.

"For the Emperor, for the Warmaster, for the golden years!" In the image of the recorder, the man roared with all his strength.

Sano covered his mouth. Returning to the throne is the most desired destination for every warrior, but when this moment really came, he still couldn't bear to look directly, trying his best to control his tears from falling.

The man is his teacher and the instructor of their young army.

At that time, the man always liked to say that it was the incompetence of adults like them that forced the children to go to the battlefield.

Sano disagreed with this.

The empire has millions of worlds, and which world has not experienced war?

Peace does not exist, and that era as precious as gold is just an unattainable dream.

In fact, the man had a premonition of his own death.

When those metal skeletons appeared on the battlefield, Sano saw that the teacher's face showed a heaviness that he had never seen before.

He even wrote his suicide note and handed over all his treasured things to the surviving young soldiers.

A bag of throne coins that was more than half a person tall.

Sano was once shocked by the man's wealth. Throne coins are hard currency in the empire. In all human worlds, these throne coins are enough for the man to live a luxurious life in the second half of his life.

Hearing the man say, these throne coins were brought back by his fighting brothers from a museum.

Sano couldn't understand which museum could be so rich.

In addition, there was a blood-stained family portrait, a photo of a man and a girl.

If Chaos had not invaded Ophelia VII, the second holy land, when the man was fifteen years old.

This warrior with a resolute appearance had also fantasized about living an ordinary life.

At the end of the video, the man's combat uniform was easily torn apart, and the dark green metal spear pierced the man's body several times in a row.

The blade-like sharp blade penetrated his flesh and bones and came out from his back. He shook for a moment and spit out the last mouthful of blood.

Then the metal skeleton kicked his weak body out.

Watching his body twitching unconsciously, he lost his movement bit by bit.

The earth was burned by the flames of war, and the sky twisted into a huge vortex. The empire was defeated and the troops continued to shrink their defenses.

Countless soldiers roared, and were drowned by the silent and cold space skeletons.

One after another, the soldiers fell, died silently, and were not remembered by people.

Those prisoners who were transformed into servitors fell in the trenches one after another.

In the imperial command,

"We can't hold on for much longer. If you want to save those poor people, do it as soon as possible."

An astropath coughed violently and spit out some green blood clots.

It was not only the Necrons who invaded this world, but also the minions of Chaos.

The cultists and wizards beheaded the Imperial Command and almost captured all the high-level commanders.

Fortunately, the conspiracy was discovered in time, and most officers were only slightly injured and did not die on the spot.

The Imperial psykers suffered serious trauma in the confrontation with the Chaos wizards.

"We can't take away all the survivors."

Commander Poole's virtual projection was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke,

"We can't ask for more, Lance, organize a rescue team, take as many as you can, and give priority to taking those children away from this damn hell, their young lives should not die here."

The battle situation was so bad that it was unbelievable.

They faced a brand new situation, a situation that had never appeared in the Imperial records.

The Necrons actually joined forces with the Chaos blasphemers.

At the beginning, the Imperial fleet was able to rely on its powerful firepower to break through the Necrons' defenses and enter the low-Earth orbit of Vikia.

But with the emergence of Chaos, the enemy's fierce counterattack exceeded their expectations.

In the current situation, if they want to evacuate safely, they must leave the battlefield before the enemy's encirclement is formed.

Countless Thunderbird gunboats flew through the air, engaging in fire bombardment with enemy aircraft, opening a safe passage for the Empire's evacuation ships.

The abandonment of the Vikia world has become an established fact.

"Commander, we may have one last way." Lance's voice suddenly sounded in the command center.

While speaking, the young Imperial hero used his fingers to outline a symbol on his chest.

"You mean," Commander Poole looked over, "to establish an Imperial beacon before evacuation?"

Poole was silent. He wanted to say that this was impossible. They didn't have so much time, and the Necrons and Chaos Demons would not give them this opportunity.

But when he saw the bright eyes of the young man, he swallowed all his rebuttals.

"Just do it." Poole patted Lance's shoulder. At this time, he was surprised to find that this once young boy had grown into a sturdy and strong man.

Like an eagle spreading its wings, strong and unwilling to admit defeat.

"Come back alive." As the commander, Poole gave the last order to the engineer and Lieutenant Commander Lance.

"Yes, sir!"

With the efforts of the Imperial Army, a platform for the transport plane to land was cleared, and the evacuation passage of the aerial battlefield was also established.

Young Soldier Sano boarded the transport plane with other children.

His world was riddled with holes under the destruction of aliens and heretics.

He knew that when he stepped on the transport plane, he would become a wanderer without family and homeland with these children.

But they also had no choice.

Humiliation, or anger.

There was a flame rising in Sano's eyes, and the seeds of hatred took root and sprouted, and one day they would grow into towering trees.

Sano saw that the main force of the Imperial Army had not yet evacuated.

Engineers and mechanical servants were building some kind of building, and dozens of state church priests gathered around the building to form a square.

And on the outer edge, there were layers of defense lines built by imperial soldiers.

As the construction progressed, Sano could still hear the rapid screams of those monsters even when he was sitting in the transport plane.

He heard that there was panic in the sound.

"It turns out that these terrible monsters are also afraid of things."

"They are afraid of us."

Sano thought happily in his heart. Those screams with panic sounded so pleasant at this time.

He saw the state priests wearing red priest robes singing loudly.

The priests were burning with flames that seemed real and unreal. They sang like martyrs, and countless anti-gravity preachers continued to expand their flames.

Until it spread to the entire battlefield, to every corner of the Vikia world, and to the unspeakable sky.

All places in the vast galaxy were shrouded in painful screams. This was a universe shrouded in darkness.

The God Emperor does not need the Empire, but the Empire needs the God Emperor.

The Eternal Emperor praised by hundreds of millions of people.

Survival and hope, this is the only thing humans want.

"God Emperor! He is crying!"

Suddenly, Sano heard someone screaming in disbelief.

On the ruins of the broken city, a golden teardrop dripped from the Emperor's statue, which was half damaged but still standing.

Looking at the Emperor's statue with tears, the priest's arms danced wildly in fanatical faith, and all the golden skulls on the red priest's robe collided with each other, making a clattering sound.

"He, favor us!"

In a conclusion that seemed to be the final word, all the priests with flames burning on their bodies knelt devoutly on the cold ground.

They were also crying, screaming and bleeding vocal cords, still chanting devoutly.

Fanatical faith, sacred prayers.

Above the sky, a circular shadow like a thorn of fire slowly emerged.

When the transport plane that Sano was riding was about to leave the Vikia world, he saw countless warriors walking out of the flames and washing the battlefield like a torrent.

The front of heretics and aliens was quickly digested like a cake.

He watched this scene in disbelief, and suddenly, his pupils trembled violently, because he saw a familiar figure among the soldiers who walked out of the flames.

The man seemed to feel his gaze, turned his head and looked at him across a long distance.

The transport plane quickly took off, and Sano's vision was no longer clear.

But he smiled from the bottom of his heart, because he knew that the man was his teacher.