Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

Bolt guns roared all over Terra, and all those who were unwilling to surrender to the Empire and follow the Imperial truth would come to debate.

But it's not philosophy, it's a physics debate.

Franc Region

The modified human slaves formed dense and primitive military formations. They used the best weapons they could equip and lined up to shoot in the form of infantry phalanxes.

Deadly viruses, radioactive metals, high-energy rays and corrosive agents are all thrown into the battlefield.

The commanders and warlords who were terrified to the point of losing their minds no longer had time to think about how much waste would be caused by using these weapons together due to conflicts with each other. They only knew that if they didn't do something, they would be finished.

That guy named Emperor and his biochemical warriors are too powerful.

One round of fire from live ammunition weapons can turn a combat team into a bloody mist, with explosive rays crisscrossing and turning organic matter into charcoal.

The last line of defense is crumbling, psychics are forced to take the stage, and strange thunder and dark clouds cover the sky, symbolizing the last military strength of the Franc Empire.

Blue lightning fell from the sky, and it was the caster who let out screams and wails.

The moment the attack hit the Thunder Warriors, they saw a dazzling golden sun, and their brains burned because they could not understand it.

The Franc region raised the white flag and announced surrender.

Many people may wonder: Why are there so many warlords on Terra, cyborgs, psychics, and all kinds of weird and terrifying creations, but they are still treated as human machines by the Emperor's legions?

Because the Emperor is the most powerful, domineering, craziest, most insane, most heretical and most terrifying demon leader, and his subordinates are deeply bound to the warp, resulting in demon engines with deformed beauty.

The Empire is ten or even nine times more terrifying than Chaos, and enslaving demons is the norm.

Of course, we can easily blow up these guys who serve the warp! BANG! (Sound of a bolt gun clearing the door)

That is of course because the emperor is wise and powerful, and the empire’s truth is invincible!

The warlord's troops fled in a panic, hunted down as prey by the Thunder Warriors and Astartes Brothers, while the new and old armies enjoyed the glory of victory.

The Franc Wars were over, but fighting continued elsewhere.

The new Legion will be bathed in the fire of war and forged on the anvil.

The process is brutal and there is no room for shortcuts.

In the Three Leaf Legion, 30,000 warriors from the 18th Legion defeated the Ancient War Guards in the Storm Corridor, breached the core, and proved their worth.

Their success represented the success of the first Astartes army.

Since then, Space Marines have truly possessed the strength to fight independently.

In contrast, those old-model Thunder Warriors seemed so out of place.

They often fall into mental confusion, feeling that they are still fighting in the wasteland of the Pacific, fighting a bloody battle on the ice of the Caucasus, and advancing layer by layer in the laboratory of the Rocky Mountains.

What's worse is that they have experienced too many wars, and their combat experience and the art of killing have reached the pinnacle. With complete armor, it is difficult for them to gain the upper hand even if the Astartes or even the Praetorian Guard take action.

With more and more riots, the Emperor has become impatient and what he needs now is order.

Future wars will be more brutal and severe, and future enemies will be more cunning and sinister.

There is no place for those who tremble with excitement when they hear about war and who only know how to fight and be aggressive. They are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

After all, cannon fodder must also die meaningfully, and unwaveringly implementing and completing orders is a basic requirement for a strong army.

The Thunder Warriors completely stopped recruiting, and the Astartes withdrew from the front line of the Unification War. They still had missions to accomplish and could not be wasted in a meat grinder-like battlefield.

The Emperor's will is implemented, the Thunder Warriors are still human, and they still have a human conscience in non-combat situations.

The recovery of Terra is a foregone conclusion, but humans throughout the galaxy are still suffering.

The MKI Thunder armor is inferior to the MKII. Without all-round protection and lower body power support, they cannot adapt to vacuum warfare.

They knew that they were no longer suited to the battlefield of the future and had brought too much trouble to their lord. They thought that weapons should not be used too frequently and that their withdrawal would be beneficial to both sides.

The Atlas Mountains, the last bastion of the separatist warlords, are a good place to put an end to the war of unification and allow both sides to part ways amicably.

But the Thunder Warriors were too powerful. Even though they didn't care about their own casualties, and even deliberately made many loopholes, distorted tactics, and had a strategy that was so straightforward that it was almost stupid, they still won.

The wizard was chopped into a paste, and his body, which had been soaked in psychic energy for a long time, exploded and splashed onto the surrounding soldiers.

The whispers echoed, causing the Thunder Warrior's already unstable mind to become even more volatile.

The warriors who were aware of their own situation sent a signal to the Praetorian Guard while they were still conscious.

They can't come back, kill everyone who is contaminated before it gets out of control.

Psychic pollution is always one step ahead of others. The out-of-control warrior slashed at his comrades who were fighting side by side just a second ago, and everyone started fighting each other.

When the Imperial Guards entered the battlefield, only the strongest warriors remained standing. With their weapons broken and their eyes red, they rushed towards the Imperial Guards.

Outside the blockade, Usotan and others stood in silence. Their superhuman hearing allowed them to know the situation inside. It was a tacit understanding among everyone not to cause trouble for their brothers.

The Unification Wars are over, and Terra is back under one government.

A monument was built in the Atlas Mountains, and propaganda agencies expressed deep condolences for the sacrifice of the Thunder Warriors.

The surviving Thunder Warriors received a sum of money and were assigned housing - a small single apartment near the imperial palace area. The once-powerful Thunder Legion was disbanded.

People are entangled and twisted, especially when their own interests are harmed, their inner desires conflict with the objective facts of reality.

Knowing that his brothers deserved to die and he himself should not live, Usotan was very confused. There was a bright world waiting for him, and he had given everything for such a world, but in the end, there was no place for him in the new world.

"Iron Lord (Ulsotan is the Primarch of the Fourth Legion of Thunder Warriors, and this is what he is called), there is something I want to discuss with you."

There was a voice outside the door.

"Kandavil (then Imperial Legal Director), what's the matter?"

Usotan's tone was cold and distant. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself or others.

It is hard not to be suspicious when the current senior official has a secret meeting with the former military leader.

Kandavir squeezed into the room on his own.

"You are combat heroes who have won countless feats and victories for the Emperor. You should not live in a place like this."

"That's not something you should consider. I just want to live comfortably."

"Really? But your old brothers are not feeling well. The meager allowances are not enough to nourish their war-worn bodies."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of information and solemnly pushed it to the other side.

"Many Thunder Warriors don't have the money to maintain their flesh and blood. Their mental state is not good. They can't hire special infirmaries. They will die like stray dogs on the roadside."

"Then let's die. We are abandoned people of the Old Night and we should have died long ago.

If the Emperor had not thought highly of us and given us a chance to live, I would have starved to death seventy years ago."

"No, no, no, I have no intention of blaming the Emperor. I admire the level of thought of you and your companions.

But people like Constantine took advantage of the emperor's trust and trampled on the laws of the empire.

They will destroy the new empire. Can you bear to see everything you have fought for destroyed by villains?"

At that moment, Usotan remembered his comrades who died in the last battle.

He knew he shouldn't resent Waldo, he gave his teammates dignity, but he was still resentful.

"so what?"

“By the Emperor’s command.

The 7th, 13th and 16th legions will be dispatched to assault the Moon Palace Gene Sect.

At this time, the defense power of the palace will be reduced.

This is an opportunity to purge the court of evildoers. We must let the emperor come out to take charge of the situation.

For the sake of the Empire, please join us."

. . .

The Chief Justice is a real person, and he is also a genius. He thinks that the existence of the Imperial Guards is unreasonable and that they should "act in accordance with the laws of the Empire" and be supervised by the Ministry of Justice.

So we must clear the court.

All I can say is that there are so many human beings, and there will always be some with unique thinking patterns.