Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The boarding deck was busy, with countless fitters and mechanical engineers preparing for the war machines to be airdropped.

The current commander of the White Scars, Kuosaro, looked at the warriors who were making the final preparations in front of him.

Kuosaro stood on the bridge, overlooking the star in front of him that was ignited by the flames of war.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, with lingering doubts.

According to the analysis of the Legion think tank, even with the power of the orcs, this world could not resist the invasion of the hive fleet. Even if the White Scars, who were famous for their speed, came to support at full speed, they would only get the same result.

Kuosaro thought that he would see a bare world devoured by the swarm.

But it seems that the war has continued smoothly until now, and the swarm does not seem to have won a decisive victory.

Of course, he also does not want this world to be conquered by the Tyranid swarm, but as a commander, he must be alert to all abnormal situations.

In the ever-changing battlefield, abnormal and unexpected situations often mean danger.

However, despite his doubts, preparations for airborne warfare are still continuing.

The tail flames of the engines flashed and blazed, and the scorching arcs made the tall and wide deck pale.

The transport machinery was loading ammunition, and the servitors were hurriedly adjusting the artillery hanging under the cockpit.

The Thinker computer calculated the most tactical airdrop location.

"My lord, everything is ready." A think tank member came to Kuosaro's side.

"Haven't you found out the reason why the situation is beyond your expectations?"

"Sorry, we really can't make a conclusion yet." The think tank paused and continued to ask, "Do we still need to continue with tactical arrangements?"

"Of course." Kuosaro answered without any hesitation, "Unknown risks cannot make the Eagle hesitate. In the name of the Emperor and the Warmaster, victory will belong to the White Scars again."

With Kuosaro's order, the airdrop operation officially began.

Countless airdrop pods pierced the planet's atmosphere, accompanied by the flames of air friction, and smashed straight into the battlefield like millions of fire meteors.

Several transport ships towed the majestic Titans and brought these terrifying war machines to the battlefield.

When these majestic Titans landed on the ground, their feet smashed into the ground, and the shock waves they set off could reach several kilometers away.

The huge noise attracted the attention of the orcs.

They raised their heads and looked up at the sky. The appearance of these steel giants made their emotions rise again.

Those magnificent and towering figures can make any life instinctively think of destruction.

These war machines of astonishing scale, fortresses and towers covered with jagged battlements.

Even the smallest muzzle is enough to fit a truck.

This is a war weapon born for destruction, and it roared the moment it landed.

The missiles roared out with bright and dazzling propulsion smoke, and a terrifying roar and explosion sounded on the ground.

The flashing fire and flying dust tore apart the Tyranids' lines, and the dense firepower swept through the screaming Zerg tide, tearing their bodies to pieces.

The sea of ​​fire rose up and engulfed countless Zerg swarms.

Then came the White Scars' Space Marines, who rushed out of the airborne pods.

Holding power weapons, sawtooth swords, or grenade launchers, they recklessly harvested the Zerg swarms in front of them.

At this moment, they have become harvesters on the battlefield.

The eternally hungry Zerg swarms, I wonder if a shuttle of bombs can fill their stomachs?

They came prepared, no matter how much the Zerg swarms can eat, their inventory is enough to supply.

The Space Marines who have been upgraded by Primaris have a crushing advantage in the confrontation with the Zerg.

Each of them has a combat power several times that of ordinary Astartes.

For those who have lived in battle for many years, even a little increase in speed and computing power will bring a terrifying increase in their combat power.

Their appearance gave the Zerg a head-on blow.

Even the consciousness of the Zerg was confused for a moment at this moment.

However, the consciousness of the Zerg quickly adjusted.

The Zerg tide still did not retreat, as if something in the battlefield was attracting them and unwilling to leave.

Countless huge and ugly strange insects opened their mouthparts and made sharp explosions.

Kuosaro had fought with the Zerg before, and he knew the characteristics of this alien race.

As long as their node creatures were not dead, they would still act in coordination, and would not collapse even if there were many casualties.

This was a group of emotionless creatures, and the meaning of their existence was to devour as much biomass as possible.

Even if they were killed to the last one, they would try their best to tear a piece of meat from the prey.

With the scanner on the battleship, the Space Marines quickly locked onto the node creatures in the inner circle of the Zerg.

When they were about to launch a decapitation battle.

The sudden appearance of a man attracted Kuosaro's attention.

The armor on the man was a little broken, but the commander of the white scars still recognized at a glance that this was a model of the Empire ten thousand years ago.

The motorcycle under the man's seat made an endless roar, and the sword in his hand swept across the enemy group like a pale thunder.

The speed of a storm, the attack of thunder.

Behind the man, countless orc bikers imitated his actions.

Every insect beast that tried to stop them was shattered into pieces, bursting into pieces with a dull explosion.

The small battlefield area around him was covered with the flesh and blood of the alien insect swarm.

A warrior insect intended to launch a sneak attack on the man on the chaotic battlefield.

Then his limbs and limbs were all weapons. Even if the blade in his hand was too late to withdraw, he could still easily knock the samurai bug away with a wave of his elbow.

Then he used the wheels of the motorcycle to crush the insect's body.

His weapons killed countless enemies, as if the swarm of insects in front of him were just a group of harmless lambs.

Kuasaro was stunned.

What a powerful warrior this is, almost like a demigod on the battlefield.

Even their Space Marines who had undergone Primaris surgery were in no way comparable to their opponents.

And the opponent's tactics fit perfectly with theirs.

But when he saw the speedster boy following behind him, Kuosaro felt a subtle emotion in his heart for no reason.

He rushed toward the inner perimeter behind the enemy, and used his blades and bullets to open a passage among the swarms of screaming insects.

Wherever the white scar passed, corpses lay everywhere, with mutilated limbs and pieces of flesh everywhere, exuding the pungent smell of blood.

Kosaro ordered his men to follow the powerful warrior and behead the node creatures at the heart of the swarm.

The Khan's concern for his heir is still unknown.

At this time, he is fully focused on the pure and brutal battle in front of him. He must win this war because behind him is the city-state home of mankind.

As long as the Emperor's statue stood there, it was his duty to protect its safety.

During these days, in order to delay the defeat of the war, he suppressed the rage in his heart as much as possible.

These cold and emotionless insects made him feel very angry.

He also saw the empire's reinforcements landing on the battlefield, but the meeting with his son had to be postponed.

Now, he must release his suppressed anger without reservation.

With the reinforcements from the empire, he no longer had to worry about the orcs' defense line. Chogris' eagle fully spread its wings and soared over the battlefield, showing off its mobility to its will.

Like a real thunderbolt, he drove his motorcycle quickly across the battlefield.

Khan fought his way through the swarming swarm of alien bugs.

A giant insect with a thick carapace like a high wall appeared at the end of his field of vision.

With the help of the speedster boy who rushed up, he quickly broke through the swarm of insects.

Even though he maintained a super high speed of movement, with his impressive driving skills, he could still make the sword accurately pass through the gaps in the carapace.

A tyrant insect was easily split in two. The carapace, which was harder than steel, did not seem to have the proper defensive properties.

Stepping on the broken corpses of the insect swarm, he faced the giant insect head-on.

In the tendrils of the Tyranid swarm, almost every huge hive fleet will have a powerful messenger. It is the terminal node of the fleet and is almost equivalent to the incarnation of the hive mind.

Their power deeply terrifies the soldiers of the empire.

Dante once fought with a giant insect, and this veteran who had been fighting for thousands of years almost died as a result.

But Khan, who had just walked out of the webway, didn't know how powerful it was.

But I saw its huge size, thick carapace, and ferocious fangs.

More importantly, when Khan looked at him, he felt the deep and ancient wisdom of the other person.

Even with Khan's wisdom, the other party felt ashamed of himself, like a drop of water accidentally peering into the entire ocean.

"It seems that you are not irrational." Khan drove the motorcycle over at high speed, "It's time to end this farce, monster."

The dozens of compound eyes of the giant monster insect stared at the little man rushing towards it. Its eyes lingered on the body of the Khan, and its eyes showed unconcealable hunger and greed.

The giant insect, which was more than ten meters high and looked like a small mountain, let out an explosive roar.

Then he waved his huge blood-stained appendages, and the howling wind left no doubt that even the tank's solid armor would be split into two.

The giant insect had a look of determination in its eyes.

The Tyranid swarm is a race that pays great attention to profits. In their concept, there is no courage and honor. Once it is discovered that the benefits that can be obtained in the current world are less than the energy paid by the swarm.

They will retreat without hesitation.

Based on the current situation of the world, they should have retreated long ago and have been unable to conquer the world for a long time. From the perspective of insect tide wisdom, the risks and benefits are obviously not proportional.

There are so many fertile hunting grounds in the galaxy, why chew hard bones on this planet?

But the premise of all this is that Khan did not appear on the battlefield.

Ever since the Tyranids invaded the galaxy, they have shown great interest in the Primarch's genes.

Fight with the Ultramarines in Ultramar, and fight with the Blood Angels in the Baal System.

What can make them do whatever it takes must be a matching bargaining chip.

Even Khan himself did not expect that the reason why the insect swarm never retreated was because it was greedy for his body. To be more precise, it wanted to plunder his genes.

Khan roared with a sharp blade in hand, then charged forward.

Kuosaro, who arrived belatedly, witnessed the battle. The White Scars commander was also moved by the battle between them.

The duel between Khan and the giant worm almost shook the whole world.

Rumbling sounds continued to sound.

The earth quickly cracked like a fragile biscuit, the topography of the plain was rapidly changed, and huge and deep canyons cracked out.

It is no exaggeration to describe this moment as a landslide.

In the continuous battle, a flash of pale lightning appeared on Khan's body. He relied on his amazing fighting skills and fought the monster fearlessly.

As the battle progressed, Kuosaro was shocked to find that the speed of this warrior became faster and faster. His battle with the giant worm gradually evolved from being evenly matched at the beginning to a one-sided slaughter.

Khan's sword blade flashed with faint lightning, and each sword could easily cut through the thick armor of the giant worm.

Finally, he found the right time and stabbed into the compound eye of the giant worm with a sword, almost piercing its head.

This is a fatal blow to humans.

But even though its brain was pierced, the strange insect still survived with its strong vitality.

He swung his sickle-like forelimbs and chopped at Khan's head.

The whistling wind made Khan sure that if his neck was chopped, his head would be separated.

But in battle, there is no if.

He quickly bent down and easily dodged the attack.

For Khan at this moment, the giant insect in front of him was too slow.

Any action of the opponent seemed to him to be slowed down countless times.

The whole world was almost frozen, the giant insect's movements were slow and dull, while he himself was as fast as lightning.

After dodging the giant insect's attack, he turned around and pulled back the sword that had pierced into the opponent's head.

The giant insect let out a painful hiss, and the sharp sword was pulled out with a large amount of dark green, corrosive body fluids.

The giant insect also went crazy because of this, and it swung its eight axe-like appendages wildly.

The intensive attack made it almost impossible for even the Primaris Space Marines not far away to see the specific movements of the monster insect.

Kuosaro was sweating in his heart. He was worried about this warrior, because facing such an attack, even he himself would find it difficult to retreat unscathed, and there was a high probability that he would be cut with several fatal wounds.

But the Khan dodged at an unimaginable speed, and his tall body was able to dodge every attack flexibly, looking extremely relaxed.

Then, taking advantage of the enemy's flaw, he once again rushed forward and stabbed the sharp blade in his hand into the soft abdomen of the monster insect.

This sword almost cut the giant insect in half.

Even if the giant insect's vitality was tenacious, it could no longer withstand such a heavy blow.

After the last hiss, the huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

With the death of the giant insect, the swarm of insects that was surging like a tide in the last second fell into a strange silence.

Then there was chaos like a headless fly.