Warhammer, I really didn't intend to form a second empire!

Honestly, if the Qin fleet were here, we would at least let them know what a Star-Shattering Cannon is, capable of killing with a single shot.

"Tsk, if this keeps going, these four legions will lose at least several thousand men. Does this yellow weasel even know how to fight? I could fight better than him."

Zhao Zheng considered himself to be among the worst in the Primarchs, but it turned out that the Emperor was even worse than him. He was speechless.

This guy wouldn't just rely on his invincible strength to launch a surprise attack and behead enemies, and then win by cutting down all the enemies on his own, would he?

The more Zhao Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that the emperor might actually have done that, leading a group of golden corn, and then cutting through the enemy's headquarters like cutting melons and vegetables, and winning the war just like that.

Zhao Zheng stood by the porthole of the Lishan, gazing at the dark red battlefield, lost in thought.

Imperial Fist's boarding force faced considerable difficulty advancing inside the bio-warship.

Zhao Zheng watched as the Imperial Fist fleet blasted several gaps in the side of the bio-warship with heavy artillery, and a large number of assault pods were pouring in through those gaps.

The Emperor's tactical guidance appeared too crude; several legions fought against a horde of biological fleets, resulting in a mixed outcome with the Imperial Fist and Salamanders bearing the brunt of the firepower in direct combat.

The Warhounds and Twilight Raiders were assigned to flanking support positions, which did not match their respective combat styles, resulting in their performance on the battlefield appearing somewhat stiff.

This planet wasn't much better off; the Emperor even deployed his Imperial Guard to the ground to wipe out the cyborgs.

Zhao Zheng admitted that the Imperial Guard under the Emperor's command was indeed among the top in the galaxy, but he used a small number of Imperial Guards to push against an endless army of bio-engineered humans, and even deployed all of the Imperial Guards at once.

What's the difference between this kind of play and playing with a terrible teammate?

Zhao Zheng swore that he had absolutely no dissatisfaction with the emperor himself; he simply couldn't stand the fact that such tactics could come from the hands of a human emperor.

Even newly enrolled military academy students in the Qin Dynasty wouldn't make this tactic.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Fist boarding force is advancing much slower than expected inside the biological warships, and the War Dog fleet has also suffered from corruption of unknown origin while providing flank support."

"This biological warship is conscious, and the smell inside, along with the rotting flesh, seems to have some degree of mental corruption on the Space Marines."

He glanced at the casualty figures scrolling across the communications panel, which were still climbing at a considerable pace.

To be honest, Zhao Zheng felt a little sorry for them when he saw the casualty ratio. What was so scary about those bio-engineered humans?

Just crush them with heavy firepower! Charge with tank formations!

Artillery fire sweeps the ground!

Firepower coverage!

Boom boom boom!

Bomb it until the mountains crumble, the earth splits, the seas dry up, and the rocks crumble!

This is the optimal solution to win the war. If you rely on Space Marines to sacrifice their lives, how long will it take to advance even a little bit of the front line?

"Your Majesty, the situation of the ground forces is not optimistic. The Warhounds and Twilight Raiders have encountered continuous counterattacks from the bio-engineered humans after landing. The support from the heavy armored forces is insufficient, and the Empire's Titan Legion still needs time to prepare."

Kongming looked up from the edge of the data panel, his tone thoughtful.

"We need more heavy firepower to suppress the counterattack of those bio-engineered humans."

Zhao Zheng remained silent.

His gaze fell on the war-torn starry sky outside the window, watching the Imperial Fist and the Eighteenth Legion's ships slowly advance under the pressure of the biological fleet, and watching the Warhound's landing craft pass through the anti-aircraft fire and land on the planet's surface.

This war was a complete disaster.

"Alright, that's settled then. I'll handle it."

"His Majesty?"

"Put on the armor designed by those oil geeks and Ou Yezi last time. I'm going to go and meet them."

……

Matthias has lost count of how many times he's complained about his brothers' rigid and old-fashioned ways.

Loyalty isn't like that, and not everyone is Sigismund. Why would anyone foolishly jump ship one after another to deliver themselves into this mess?

And Cassian, that reckless brute, does he want to die even faster? He knows nothing, yet he, a commander, just leads his men to board the enemy?

What if something goes wrong?

It's one thing that the brothers of Imperial Fist are taciturn and stubborn and difficult to communicate, but how come the gentle and kind people of the Eighteenth Legion suddenly lose their temper on the battlefield?

Seeing the fleets ahead mingling together, the biological and imperial fleets almost indistinguishable from each other, and even the Imperial Guards constantly boarding various warships, Matthias knew that this war had turned into another messy battle.

Every time I accompanied the Emperor on a campaign, this was the same outcome: dragging each war into the rhythm the Empire was familiar with, and then directly using my rich experience to strike these enemies.

As the commander of the Imperial Fist, Matthias felt that war should not be fought this way, but unfortunately, he could not disobey the Emperor's orders.

But as he lamented the state of the war, a massive golden meteor suddenly crashed from the direction of the Emperor Dream into the group of biological warships ahead.

Not only did it carve a huge vacuum through the endless stream of biological warships charging towards it, but it also continued its relentless assault on the planet's surface.

The Twilight Raiders and their warhounds are fighting alongside the Imperial Guard against these cyborgs on the surface. In the distance, a gigantic fleshy mass is continuously creating more cyborgs; how it manages to do so is unknown.

Like a queen ant, they are constantly laying eggs. These bio-modified humans are fearless and even carry viral bombs, willing to perish together with others.

The average survival time for ordinary auxiliary soldiers on this battlefield is less than thirty minutes.

This is unbelievable! What kind of enemy is this? They seem almost as formidable as they were during the unification wars.

But at that moment, the bio-engineered humans and the surface Guardians, Astartes and mortal auxiliary forces all noticed the huge golden meteor falling from above.

boom!

The golden meteor crashed into the surging army of bio-engineered humans, instantly vaporizing a large portion of them. The shockwave from the massive explosion even caused some of the ordinary human support soldiers to fall to the ground.

The situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed, and the remaining bio-modified humans were quickly wiped out by the Imperial Guard and Astartes.

Looking at the tall figure ahead and the jet-black armor gleaming with golden light, their morale suddenly soared.

The Primarch has entered the fray!

One by one, the ordinary commanders inside the tanks and troop carriers emerged from the top hatches.

Is this even human? A physical body was directly parachuted from the stars to the Earth's surface.

Even His Highness Horus couldn't do that, could he?

As Zhao Zheng watched the bio-engineered humans charging out of the giant fleshy ball once again, golden flames began to blaze in his eyes.

Having fused living metal and spirit bones, Zhao Zheng, who could maximize the power of the Star God and his spiritual energy, could clearly feel that his power had been amplified once again.

At this moment, Zhao Zheng, whose entire body was radiating golden flames, stood in front, his right hand constantly gathering power, and the golden light on his body was constantly expanding.

Finally, when the cyborgs were less than a kilometer away from him, Zhao Zheng, who had already gathered his strength, threw a punch that swept towards the cyborgs in front of him with terrifying spiritual energy and power.

Boom!

The terrifying shockwave was so powerful that even the Imperial Guards had to raise their hands to shield themselves. The Astartes and the mortal auxiliary troops were even worse off; the weaker ones couldn't keep their balance and were blown several meters away.

The moment Zhao Zheng's fist landed, the entire battlefield seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand.

The dark golden psionic beam spread forward from his fist, carrying golden flames, like a firestorm compressed to its limit, and exploded into countless fine energy streams the moment it touched the ground.

Those streamlines spread along the ground, and wherever they passed, the bodies of the bio-modified humans began to disintegrate the moment they came into contact with them. From the outer keratinous carapace to the internal muscles and bones, they shattered and peeled off layer by layer, and then dissipated into the air.

The imperial guards who had already come up behind Zhao Zheng involuntarily took several steps back.

The surface of this area looked as if it had been scraped by a giant hot knife, all the organic matter that was crawling on the ground was cleared away, and the exposed original rock layer shone with a pale golden luster.

Zhao Zheng stood in the center of the cleared area and slowly withdrew his fist.

His gaze passed through the still-writhing organic ground ahead and landed on the huge, dark red ball of flesh in the distance.

New bio-engineered humans are still emerging from those holes, but their numbers are noticeably fewer than before, and the rate at which they emerge is also decreasing.

Zhao Zheng took a step and walked towards the fleshy ball.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, each step leaving a shallow footprint on the scorched earth, the soil around the footprints hardened into dark brown glass-like blocks by the high temperature.

The cyborgs that emerged from the fleshy ball instinctively turned and lunged at him as he passed by, only to be shattered by his psychic energy.

Just then, the Emperor's figure appeared on the other side of the battlefield.

He stood atop a hill in front of the Imperial Guards, holding a longsword burning with golden flames, his gaze piercing through the ashes and dust swirling on the battlefield, settling on Zhao Zheng's back.

He did not order the Imperial Guards to follow Zhao Zheng's direction, nor did he issue any instructions to direct Zhao Zheng's actions.

He simply stood on that hill, watching Zhao Zheng walk alone toward the fleshy ball, before being temporarily obscured by a wave of bio-engineered humans surging from the side.

When the wave receded, Zhao Zheng had already reached a position not far from the fleshy ball.

"Old lady, don't struggle anymore. Just stay still and let me beat you to death."

“Instead of waiting for the emperor to come over, I’d rather finish you off myself, so he won’t have to keep nagging us about your glorious past.”

The giant fleshy ball visibly trembled violently upon hearing the term "old auntie," its huge, bulging, bloodshot eyes, dripping with mucus, staring intently at the figure before it.

A terrifying psionic energy immediately pressed down on Zhao Zheng, but unfortunately, Zhao Zheng was immune to pressure. His immunity to psionic energy was far beyond that of ordinary people, and coupled with his terrifying strength, he felt nothing at all from this level of psionic energy.

Golden flames began to appear on his body and surged toward the giant ball of flesh. The flames were not large, but they were instantly engulfed upon contact with the giant ball of flesh.

The enormous flames and screams echoed across the planet's surface, making even the distant emperor feel that Zhao Zheng had gone too far.

But when he thought about the harsh conditions required to kill an immortal, the emperor felt that his methods probably wouldn't be much better than Zhao Zheng's.

Rest in peace, my friends. I will always remember you.

The Emperor closed his eyes and, without lingering on the planet any longer, returned to the Emperor Dream.

After a long time, the fleshy ball stopped screaming and writhing. The human face on its surface was slowly writhing, its lips opening and closing, repeating that name.

“Nyo…s…”

Zhao Zheng came to her side, looked at her gradually burning remains, and couldn't help but shake his head.

These immortals are truly insane, transforming themselves into such grotesque forms; I have no idea what they're after.

Chapter Seventy: Feralus, Attack!

The giant ball of flesh burned in the golden flames for nearly three hours before it finally stopped writhing.

Zhao Zheng stood on the scorched ground, watching the huge wreckage gradually disintegrate into ashes. After confirming that it had indeed lost all signs of life, he withdrew his spiritual energy and turned to walk away.

The Imperial Guards cleared out the remaining bio-engineered humans at the front, while the Astartes and the mortal auxiliary forces quickly launched an attack to completely eliminate the last wave of bio-engineered humans.

The distant Emperor had long since disappeared. Zhao Zheng knew that the guy must have gone back into the Emperor Dream. Seeing the Astartes and mortals around him busy with their work, Zhao Zheng didn't stay any longer.

The psionic energy instantly teleported them aboard the Emperor Dream.

The emperor reverted to his unremarkable middle-aged appearance, standing by the porthole, his gaze fixed on the gradually calming battlefield outside.

"What's wrong? The brothers are fighting so hard down there, and you just pack up and run away without coming down to help. You're just letting them fight to the death there?"

The emperor didn't turn his head, but simply responded with a curt reply.

“You played very well, and it was more appropriate for you to take action than for me. Besides, I admit I couldn’t bring myself to do it to a former friend.”

"You certainly know how to make excuses for yourself."

Zhao Zheng did not pursue the matter further; as long as the issue was resolved, that was all that mattered.

"Alright, can we head out to find my brother now? Let's hope there aren't any more of those monsters and demons this time, I'm not going to waste my time fighting these pointless battles with you."

"Also, if you run into any of your old friends, don't go over there. If you run into them a few more times, I think these legions and your Imperial Guards won't be able to handle it."

The emperor nodded and said nothing more.

Over the next few days, the four legions completed a thorough sweep of the planet, and the Emperor's fleet was reorganized, with the Emperor Dream at its head, and began to advance again toward the Chemos system.

Zhao Zheng also returned to the Lishan ship. Otherwise, being with the emperor made him feel restless and uncomfortable.

This is probably what people often refer to as "like repels like".

……

The outline of the Chermos system gradually appeared in the sensor field of view of the Lishan after several days of travel.

The starlight, gentle yet bright, illuminates the industrial planets scattered along the inner edge of the galaxy.

This star system is quite underdeveloped industrially, and not all those left behind from the era of conflict are formidable figures; there are also groups that have gone to great lengths to survive in the harsh environment of their home planet.

Outdated equipment, independent city-states, and a harsh ecological environment on their home planet.

Even when Fugrim wanted to improve the environment on his home planet, he had to unite the local forces through marriage alliances before he could finally bring the humans together and improve the overall environment.