Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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City center.

The Astartes Legions gathered in the huge Imperial Square.

The Primarchs had not finished talking with the military representatives of the Achaemenid Empire, but they realized that as a supporter of Flame Thunder in the past, the Achaemenid Empire should not be destroyed anyway, so they decided to go to war first.

The Primarchs walked out of the headquarters. They had discussed the battle plan and decided to lead their legions in person.

Twenty Astartes Legions sounded large, but in fact there were only 20,000 of them in total.

When the Primarchs appeared in the eyes of the Astartes, the already upright bodies of these warriors became more upright and high.

As a warlord who was highly valued on Terra, the Black Khitan transformed warriors of Tyrant Dumu were extraordinary powerful. Their individual combat effectiveness even had a slight advantage over the Thunder Warriors, but they had a shortcoming, that is, they were not good at cooperation.

In each legion, the first original warrior born in the Astartes plan was giving lectures to others.

But the speed of the three modified warriors was not slowed down at all. Their figures were briefly obscured by the smoke and dust, and then they emerged from the smoke and dust again.

"Whatever you think." Russ had already rushed forward, "I can't watch a respectable monarch die here."

In a short blink of an eye, Russ rushed to the front of the modified warrior who was about to swing his sword at Dur, and his running body smashed the warrior into pieces like a tank.

If there is anything to describe the situation after the Primarch and the Astartes Legion joined the battle, it must be a resounding victory.

A smile appeared on Perturabo's mouth, turned around, and silently led his descendants to the high wall of the Achaemenid capital.

Dur released lightning at the enemy from time to time.

Three Black Khitan modified warriors joined the battle.

Their battle and formation were chaotic, but they gave people a strong feeling before they started fighting.

The Primarchs came to their respective legion personnel.

"Your people seem a bit cold and harsh." Ryan said as he passed by Perturabo.

At the moment of the explosion, Ryan and Russ saw that the three modified warriors either did three backflips or picked up a large piece of rubble to block in front of them.

"I have a problem with us attacking first instead of negotiating first." Ryan pulled Russ who was about to rush over, "Now I think so too, but putting aside the overall situation, I personally admire their emperor."

"Let blood and minced meat cover every inch of land we advance! Let us become the nightmare that the enemy wakes up wailing in the middle of the night!"

Russ didn't even draw his weapon, but just used his fists and feet to deal with the enemy.

A mortal soldier had long known the threat that the black figure could bring, so he picked up the bomb and prepared to launch a jade-burning attack.

"..."

Ryan's sword had been drawn out, but seeing that his little brother had already rushed up, he put the sword back into the scabbard.

"..."

One pulled out the spine of a mortal and beat another mortal to death, one took a sword and chopped a squad of soldiers into pieces in less than three seconds, and another... another was whipping the corpse.

They can still hold on.

Ryan shook his head: "No."

"For Vulkan! Just like we did in the Caucasus Campaign!"

"You want to watch him die, so that we can gain favorable conditions in the next negotiation?" Rus asked.

They lured, they surrounded, and they attacked.

Before the other mortal soldiers reacted, three modified warriors killed Dur.

When the primarchs joined the battle, the scale of the war escalated, but the situation became more orderly.

"War dogs! Tear open the enemy's belly, take out their intestines and strangle them to death!"

Albians.

...

Three tall warriors in black armor suddenly rushed over like lightning from a hundred meters away.

Because the battle is no longer Dur, the psychic emperor, and his mortal soldiers facing the mortal soldiers of the Pan-Pacific Empire.

Astartes in white armor with blue stripes yelled at his fighting brothers.

"Albians, uh-huh." Guilliman also passed by Perturabo.

Russ, who was dragged back to his elder brother, looked at his brother, and then looked at the emperor named Dur.

Astartes can't compare with Black Khitan warriors in terms of data, but they are good at cooperation.

"We can't take a step back in the war. Every inch of land we have stepped on can't be stepped on again before the end of the war. Friendly forces can only see our backs, and enemies can only see our fronts! Anyone who takes even a step back, even to avoid artillery fire, will be punished! For Perturabo!"

Perturabo looked at his offspring in front of him, and the expression on his face couldn't be seen by others.

"The Primarch is here."

"We..."

Emperor Dur, standing on the high wall with the soldiers, predicted that his end would not be in this war, but that did not mean that he was invincible wherever he went. He was surrounded by invaders because he went too deep into the most dangerous area.

The soldiers beside him shivered in the rapid cooling brought by the psychic energy, but they were excited and fearless because they fought side by side with the emperor.

Guilliman seized the right to allocate supplies. He could allocate supplies to the army that needed them most while fighting.

The warriors of each legion have their own fighting styles.

Perturabo commanded the Achaemenid wall repair engineering team, which became chaotic due to the increase in the number of people.

But it will soon be unable to hold on.

"Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, only kill those who are necessary, it's that simple. For Angron!"

When Lion and Russ killed Dur, the two Primarchs saw that the emperor of the Achaemenids and a group of mortals were blocked on the ruins of a high tower on the high wall. They relied on the broken walls to resist the siege.

Perturabo looked at the original warriors in front of him who ordered not to retreat even a step. He felt that this was really a bit too strict.

They are so cruel.

The extremely strict tactical coordination, coupled with the unhesitating implementation of the orders of the Father of Genes, made the Astartes individuals like parts together to form a sophisticated killing machine.

But as Guilliman said.

The mortal soldiers rushed up and detonated the bomb.

Dur stood on the ruins, releasing a barrier with his left hand to intercept the firepower, and releasing lightning with his right hand.

Just as the remaining two modified warriors were about to respond, Russ grabbed their heads with both hands, and then ended the battle with a head-to-head collision.

After seeing this scene, the surrounding Pan-Pacific Empire soldiers chose to drop their weapons and flee.

Dur was safe.