Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

Without the control of the node creatures, the swarms on the battlefield made chaotic chirping sounds, and the originally neat battle lines suddenly scattered. At this moment, they were like insects at the bottom of the food chain, just wanting to drill into the dark underground, not daring to face any enemy.

The soldiers of the empire drove war machines to completely kill the swarms. Although the orcs suffered heavy casualties, their morale did not seem to be affected at all, and they still participated in the hunting of the swarms with great interest.

Tanks of various models sprayed white phosphorus flames to deal with the corpses of the swarms.

Some orc boys would sneakily catch some face huggers and carry them with them.

Orcs may be the only race in the galaxy that likes Tyranids.

They like to catch young face huggers, put them on their faces, and bite each other to see whose teeth are harder.

This game is very popular among the orc boys. Even if half of their faces are bitten off, they still can't stop.

The imperial reinforcements that landed from different places surrounded the scattered Zerg swarms. This process must be meticulous. In this huge star, if they let any Zerg run away, it may cause the Tyranid Zerg swarm to come back.

This is the horror of the Zerg swarm. Even the Genestealers hidden in the underground of the human city-states were found and killed by them.

It is necessary to kill all the Tyranid Zerg swarms.

Kuosaro did not participate in the war to clean up the Zerg swarm, but the victory of the war was already determined. The White Scars commander found the Khan who was active on the battlefield at the first time.

His original intention was to ask the name of this warrior.

But when Kuosaro approached this warrior, he suddenly felt a strange throbbing in his heart, which was a tremor from the depths of his genes that he had never felt before.

He suddenly felt that the other party looked very familiar.

A terrible and bizarre idea emerged in Kuosaro's mind.

An idea that would never appear.

He didn't dare to believe that this idea was true, and he didn't even dare to hope that this idea was true.

Because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He came to the warrior, opened his mouth several times, his lips trembling, and didn't say a word.

"What?" Khan looked at the somewhat dull young man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up a bit of teasing, "The boy of White Scars, can't even speak now?"

His voice was rough, and although he was teasing, his words were full of the unique boldness of the grassland people.

Kuosa Luo's somewhat confused heart was like a lost traveler on the grassland who received the guidance of an eagle. He settled down,

"Excuse me, are you the ancestor of White Scars?"

Khan's smile became more intense, and he looked at the young man in front of him with admiration, the familiar mark, and the decorative style.

Although the opponent's armor was more powerful and his body was more sturdy, he could still recognize at a glance that even after ten thousand years, these warriors on the grassland still did not lose their original intentions.

"Although it may be a little presumptuous, please forgive me for speaking frankly." Kuosaro stared at the other party with expectant eyes.

"Are you Chagatai Khan? The grandfather of the White Scars, the genetic father of me and my 24,273 brothers?"

The more he stared at the other party, the more obvious the familiarity and the throbbing in his genes became. The other party looked exactly the same as in the ancient records of their regiment.

Kuosaro was looking forward to that result.

He was afraid of hearing a negative answer, which would make all his expectations go unfulfilled, so his voice trembled and he was very nervous.

"If the White Scars didn't have an extra Primarch." Khan patted Kuosaro on the shoulder, "I am the one you are talking about."

Hearing the other party's admission, all the worries in Kuosaro's heart finally disappeared.

This powerful and tenacious warrior, at this moment, knelt down with his majestic body like a mountain collapsing.

Kusaro stretched out his trembling palm to the other party, like a believer eager to touch the god.

"Ten thousand years, Grandfather, ten thousand years, what a long time, fortunately, we finally waited for you."

The news of Chagatai Khan's return spread like a hurricane.

The White Scar warriors who were still fighting could not help but fall into astonishment and showed an expression of disbelief.

The warriors who finished their missions and got free time rushed in from all directions.

They praised the Emperor and the Primarch.

Even the civilians in the human city-states rushed out after receiving the news. They could not get close to the Primarch, so they simply crawled on the ground and kissed the land that had been trampled by the Primarch.

Even not long ago, these places were covered with the corpses of the Tyranids, and there was still a burnt smell of flamethrowers on them.

But they didn't care, just kissed the charred black ground madly.

"Praise the Emperor, praise the Primarch, the White Scars have also regained their pride and redemption."

Countless people exclaimed loudly, and the fanatical faith together outlined a crazy picture.

In the carnival of the Empire.

Only the orcs stood there, confused for a while.

The speedster Tietou stood behind the Khan in a daze, looking at the crazy crowd, shocked to the point of being speechless. The boss he followed these days turned out to be a Primarch!

But what is a Primarch?

Ironhead scratched his forehead, still not understanding the meaning.

He heard the crowd shouting, including "Emperor's Son" and "God of War Walking in the Mortal World".

Although these titles are waaagh, no matter how his brain works, he does not understand the specific meaning.

Until the speedster Ironhead heard the title "Warmaster's brother".

His boss is the Primarch, and the Primarch is the Warmaster's brother. This time, Ironhead quickly figured out the meaning.

"Waaagh! My boss is the Warmaster's brother!"

Ironhead roared, and even in this frenzy, the roar was quickly covered up.

This time, he blended into the carnival crowd.

Like other imperial citizens, he was excited about the return of another Primarch.

When the carnival ended.

Khan returned to the White Scars.

Due to the high mobility of the White Scars, they were arranged by the Military Affairs Department to carry out rescue missions in the galaxy.

Khan had no objection to this arrangement. In fact, this was indeed the most suitable job for the White Scars.

When Khan learned that they were going to the Gno star system next, using Gno as a transit station to fight against the Necrons that invaded the Empire.

And when the Imperial Regent Guilliman was also on his way there,

Khan's expression was obviously stunned.

"What's wrong, sir?" Kosaro, who was explaining the current situation of the Empire to him, asked at this moment.

"Nothing." Khan waved his hand, motioning the other party to continue.

But only he knew that he was not ready to meet his brother in his heart.

Due to the urgency of the mission, the White Scars' fleet did not stay in this world for too long.

Khan and the White Scars came to the Gno star system as a vanguard, ready to participate in the war to expel the Necrons.

The enemy's expansion speed was very fast. When the matter of the Vikia world was reported, the Imperial Military Affairs Department immediately investigated the nearby star field.

During this investigation, the Empire realized that due to the existence of the dead zone, the Empire had unknowingly lost dozens of worlds to the Necrons.

For the Empire, the Necrons are not much different from the Tyranids. They are equally powerful, numerous, and good at plundering resources.

And the enemy fleet has no morale and logistics.

The Emperors and Overlords of the Necrons are actively awakening those sleepers, which is the most worthy of the Empire's vigilance.

The revived Necrons are just the tip of their iceberg.

When all the Necrons reappeared in the world, their number even far exceeded the total number of humans.

The war broke out quickly, after learning that they could no longer quietly seize the human world.

The Necrons also fully exposed their intentions, and they launched attacks on dozens of human worlds at the same time.

In order to minimize the casualties of the people of the Empire, a large number of fleets shuttled through the war zone to rescue the survivors in the evacuation ships.

The Geno system is the gathering place of the Imperial army, where the Empire will blow the horn of counterattack against the dead spirits.

At the same time, this is also a refuge for survivors.

A large number of refugees poured into this system, including military evacuation ships and noble escape boats.

After the Khan landed in this world, he took several White Scars high-level officials such as Kusaro to the capital of the Geno system.

The Khan refused the ceremony to welcome the Primarch. He did not want his arrival to bring more pressure to this world that was already overloaded.

At this time, the capital of the Geno system was also crowded with victims from nearby star fields. Even if the Empire sent a large number of logistics officials, they could only barely maintain order.

Khan walked through the bustling streets, where countless refugees gathered, ragged and emitting unpleasant odors.

The capital of the entire Geno system was almost filled with such refugee sheds, and even the entire world was overcrowded.

In this case, Khan could not imagine how many imperial people were displaced by this war.

These survivors are lucky, they did not die in the invasion of the Necrons.

But they are also unfortunate, they lost their homes, relatives and property, and can only live under the roof of others in this strange world.

They are crowded in the temporary shantytowns, tired and sad, suffering for the lost homes and relatives.

Huge pressure spreads among them, which also leads to a large number of vicious incidents.

Humans are a sentimental race, whether good or evil, they will be greatly stimulated in extreme situations.

Even if the establishment of the Imperial Beacon has made the Empire's transportation capacity far exceed the past, it is still impossible to guarantee sufficient supplies in the face of such a large number of refugees.

The flashing of the Imperial Beacon does not stop in the Geno system. The huge number of interstellar jumps has overloaded the starport.

But it still cannot meet the supply of materials for refugees and the army.

For this reason, the government of the Geno system has promulgated a series of tough management regulations for refugees.

Khan walked through the crowd of refugees. As a Primarch, he must be careful not to hurt these poor compatriots.

His descendants slowly opened up a passage through the crowd. If the process was accelerated, it could cause a stampede and lead to the death of tens of thousands of refugees.

This process was torture.

"They should be given some weapons and then let them go back to guard their homes, so that there won't be overcrowding."

The White Scars who opened the passage for Khan complained in the communication channel.

"Be patient, kid. If we let them fight, what's the point of holding up the battle flag?" Khan taught him at the right time. Even though he and the White Scars had a gap of ten thousand years, when he did these things, it still seemed very natural, and no one thought it was wrong.

"Put down your impatience, Rocco. We still have plenty of time. We should not put our resentment on those who we need to protect. Their existence is the meaning of us holding weapons and wearing armor."

"Okay, grandfather, you are right." White Scars warrior Rocco responded.

But even if he said so, Rocco still regretted it in his heart at this time-if they had known this situation earlier, they should have ridden their own jet motorcycles, which only required an application to the Military Affairs Department.

And with their driving skills, they would never hurt anyone by mistake.

But now they have come here, and there is no other way, so they can only continue to go.

The original body has just returned, and he has to go through such torture with them.

This is also the most important reason why the White Scars warriors complained.

They rushed to the city hall from the crowd with difficulty.

But just as they were moving forward, two figures suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

The overdeveloped nerves of the Primaris Space Marines subconsciously made them attack the two people.

Their speed was beyond the imagination of mortals. From the perspective of mortals, they could not see the movements of the White Scars Primaris Warriors at all.

But there was one person who was faster than them.

As soon as their hands were raised, they were stopped by the Khan.

"You almost killed two innocent people." Khan's voice sounded in the ears of the warriors.

Rocco lowered his head and saw two children, only in their teens, whose height did not reach his waistline.

Judging from their similar appearance, they should be a pair of siblings.

"Thank you, sir." Rocco thanked.

Although he had no intention of killing when he attacked, the two children could not withstand the slightest strength of the Primaris Space Marines.

Although Rocco did not like these refugees, killing two innocent children would definitely make him feel remorseful.

To express his apology, the proud Space Marine took off his helmet, revealing his scarred face.

"I apologize for my recklessness."

Rocco was sincere, but the two children were still frightened, especially after he took off his helmet.

They looked at the giants in horror, and the two children were frightened to the point of stiffness.

A thin woman ran over and tried to take the two children away.

But one of the boys broke free from the woman's skinny hands. He raised his head and looked directly at the tall warriors despite his fear.

"You are the angels of the Warmaster. You will save our home, right?"