This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 352 What do you take life for?
Aidoron saw his own death.

The soul is being watched by something, and will be annihilated the moment it leaves the body.

This is the true fear of death.

His very existence vanished forever, like metal in a furnace, losing everything.

"You're just a dream!"

"Aidoron said in horror."

"Do not."

Rellano looked at the lord commander he had once valued highly and spoke.

He was actually somewhat envious of Akulduna.

In fact, for someone like Akulduna, sacrificing himself before the rebellion was the happiest thing. As the eldest son, he and the Legion endured the most difficult time, and he witnessed the return of the Father of Genetics, which allowed the Legion to rise from the ashes like a phoenix.

The Primarch is still the Primarch, the Legion is still the Legion, the glory remains, and the banner has not fallen.

And he was in a terrible situation.

Having witnessed the Legion's corruption and endured torment for ten millennia, they finally awaited a Primarch who had fallen beyond recognition.

"This is just a nightmare!"

Driven by pain, Aidoron almost subconsciously tried to escape reality.

"Maybe."

"You should be dead! You should have died in Istvaan long ago."

"I've decided to live."

"Relano said, pressing his hand harder again."

"People like you are the ones who die."

"Spare me, please, Your Excellency."

The fear of death and the pain of his body almost brought Aidoron to tears, forcing him to face reality: the current Son of the Emperor, Lord Commander, was nothing more than a chaotic shell.

His strength and massive physique were all given by the warp, but his will had long since collapsed.

Rellano looked at the monster that had grown under his watchful gaze, then degenerated into the monster it was now, convulsing in agony, begging for mercy, and trying to escape reality.

He is no longer a human, nor is he a Space Marine.

He can't even be called "he," but rather "it."

Clang!
He released his grip, avoiding Aidoron's vicious venom. The implantation of the Stinger's genome had caused severe mutations in the Emperor's son's organs due to the constant erosion of chaos over the years.

However, it doesn't have much effect.

Today, Rellano is healthy and strong.

He watched as the foul-smelling venom slid past him and landed on a wall lamp filled with fat.

"No, let me go."

Seeing that the sneak attack was ineffective, the lord commander, who had fallen to the ground, began to beg for mercy again.

It was nothing more than a mass of tendons and flesh that had almost lost its mind.

Rellano was furious, unable to understand why the Legion had fallen to such a state.

He picked up his power sword and slashed at Edoron.

Aidoron hastily engaged in battle.

However, his body was already broken and his mind was exhausted. Whatever consciousness remained in Aidoron's body was too dull.

One sword!
Throw away the weapon.

One sword!
Slit the throat pouch.

Faced with the courtly swordsmanship he was most familiar with, Aidoron was powerless to resist.

His soul was so broken that he could no longer guide the power within his body, and he abandoned the skills he had honed over the years, wearily only knowing how to throw one blow after another.

His steps were unsteady, and his muscles and bones felt weak.

This cannot kill any of the emperor's sons.

Rellano's actions dwarfed Edoron's, and Rellano's energy made Edoron feel ashamed.

"No, you damned bastards, what right do you have to despise me? Haven't you also given your souls to your new masters?"

Aidoron couldn't help but scream.

scoff!

In a brief moment of distraction, the power sword pierced through Adoron's chest and emerged from between his shoulder blades.

Aidoron collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing like those of ordinary people who have suffered serious car accidents.

It hurts——

The ancient sage, a paragon of sons of emperors, grabbed his head and lifted him up.

Aidoron screamed and flailed his arms, but the hand encased in adamantine clamped down on his skull. As the hand tightened its grip, blood and bone fragments were flung into the air with his struggles.

He flailed his arms and legs wildly, feeling his head begin to twist and deform, his occipital bone flattened, and his brainstem, whose function was unknown, pressed against him. The pressure of the clamping became stronger and stronger, and cerebrospinal fluid gushed out, about to shatter his skull.

I won't die like this. He tried to shout as death approached, but his deformed skull couldn't even open his mouth.

So he fumbled for the short dagger at his waist and thrust the blade in the direction his experience had told him to.

clang!
His palm slammed into the terracotta armor, causing it to dent and break. The dagger, which he hadn't been able to hold firmly, fell to the ground.

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Rellano, who had prepared his defenses well in advance, remained silent.

Aidoron heard the servo motor make an angry cracking sound, and felt his shattered skull buzzing.

Only the last sound remained in his mind.

"You will be a beginning."

As Rellano spoke, the Broken Legion warriors around him showed expressions of resentment.

They like the name Broken Legion.

They are broken, they have been betrayed, and they will remember the debt.

Wow!

Rellano abandoned the Phoenix Lord's shattered body.

The lampstands burning with purple flames around him swayed slightly, and the Lord of Pleasure couldn't help but feel sorry for the death of a believer.

Rellano looked towards the distant wasteland, where the Knight Lord was surrounded by dark angels.

Victory in this war will be the beginning, and it will not be a mere empty victory.

Primarch, Traitor, Demon
Those who continue to act recklessly under the protection of evil gods should have paid the price long ago.
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"you win."

All I could see was black smoke; I could only make out a bloody hand gripping my neck, and bright red eyes.

“You won, Romulus. This game with you was very interesting and full of surprises.”

Peturabo muttered to himself, staring intently at the ruler before him, trying to etch the other's face into his mind.

He lost this contest.

He underestimated his brothers' ability to mobilize the Empire's forces, and thus chose to play it safe in the early stages of the war, when a full-scale offensive should have been launched.

He overestimated the productivity he had, and under increasing pressure from the Empire and the harassment of the rebels' rear production planets by the Space Wolves, he had no choice but to forcefully implement radical tactics.

He misjudged Romulus's fighting ability and rashly launched an aggressive decapitation tactic, which led to the complete collapse of the operation.

But he hasn't completely lost yet.

He has learned from the lessons of this war, and he will surely be able to apply them to the next one.

A hint of arrogance flashed in Peturabo's eyes.

He was prepared, and he still had a chance.

It's really high and mighty.

Romulus sneered.

Heh, everyone says he's arrogant, but he thinks these Primarchs are the truly arrogant ones.

Could it be that the war that swept across almost half the star system and caused countless lives to be lost and displaced with a mere wave of the hand was just a game for Perturabo?
Oh, that's true.

But what's so fun about this game? What's so surprising about it?
Right now, with the battle situation almost certain to be decided, the Black Templars and the Dawn Fleet have inflicted heavy damage on the Chaos's main fleet. Our allies have performed steadily, successfully stabilizing the situation on the surface. The Space Wolves-led raiding fleet has severely crippled the Chaos's limited production capacity in the rear. Victories are now being won in every sector—

Countless lives have already been lost.

The Black Templars, as the mainstay of the entire campaign, remained on the front lines. Of the nearly 10,000 men who had gathered, only half remained. Three of the eighteen Astartes Grand Warbands were reduced to recruit companies, and the homeworlds of four of the warbands were destroyed.

Although the Imperial Navy fleet still retains a considerable number of capital ships in the Eye of Fear defense zone, the escort fleet has suffered countless losses in such a high-intensity war.

The impact affected nearly 10,000 civilized planets, hundreds of which will be unable to recover within the next century.

The Star Guardians, laborers, ordinary people—every war, every migration, every allocation of resources represents the death of countless people.

The ruler lowered his head, his blood-stained hair hanging down, his whole being as gloomy as a giant beast suppressing its raging fury.

Is this a game?

Was it just a game started by a traitorous Primarch to prove he was stronger than his 'brother'?

What do you value life for?

"Ramesses".

He began to call upon his companions, and the soul data collected during his battle with Peturabo, along with the warp composition, was simultaneously uploaded.

This information and data will be combined with the spells that Ramses had prepared long ago, relying on the fragments of the Stone of Mogta, to extract the powers most deeply connected to him through Perturabo's current vessel, extracting the essence of Perturabo's individuality after the Primarch's ascension.

Just like what Fogrim did to him back then.

Perturabo was proud of his thorough preparations, while Dawnwing was confident in his all-out effort.

They will make these guys who still can't see reality pay the price.

next time.

Romulus lifted Peturabo, glaring at his face as he watched the expression shift from arrogance to bewilderment, and then to impotent rage.

Do you want a next time?

(End of this chapter)