Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The Emperor of the Cthonia Empire was shocked and furious. His fleet, the invincible fleet of more than fifty pure warships and over a hundred auxiliary ships, had lost!

This is the root of his country and the basis of his governance. In comparison, the million-strong army is just a tool to carry out his will.

"waste!"

He cursed the fleet commander, but time was running out. The emperor knew that he was just venting his anger. The fleet commander was already a veteran among veterans and his best confidant.

Like the local characteristics, the so-called empire is nothing more than the largest and strongest gang in the local area. Once it fails, the oppressed gang will never have the so-called collective honor. It will only collude with the empire and the emperor, and then overthrow itself.

The man in red robe has announced that he has broken off his friendship with me and is going to work with the emperor.

Planetary defenses haven't taken a hit yet, but so what?

All the mobile forces have been scrapped. Without the field army, we can only rely on defending... the version has changed. It was a dead end in the 1K period, let alone now?

"Notify the Empire that we accept the terms and prepare to surrender."

The eunuch did not reply. The emperor noticed something and turned around, facing the metal warrior who was as tall as him, almost touching him.

No one knew how these Astartes wearing MKII expedition power armor sneaked in silently, blocked the noise of the power armor and the thermal exhaust of the power backpack, twisted the eunuch's neck, and prepared to kill the emperor of the pocket empire.

“Is that right?”

In his last moments, all the emperor could think of was complaining, and then the world spun around him, and he saw his own brains and headless body falling down.

The Sons of War Legion was responsible for cooperating with the Luna Wolves. To the surprise of the Sons of War, the Luna Wolves handed over the glory of beheading and required themselves to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers and then take over the planet.

Hard to refuse such a kind offer, the Sons of War reluctantly accepted the good intention and took the lead in the attack.

Meanwhile, the Lower Nest gang.

The boss Lupercal sat at the top, looking horrified because his men had killed the Mechanicus emissary, a fighter soldier.

He was surprised at the opponent's strength. After all, it would be effortless for a fighter soldier to kill his entire gang, but his subordinates were able to kill the opponent. He was truly a rare talent.

But he couldn't be happy. He knew the strength of the Mechanicus. What if he killed one? They had plenty of this stuff!

Sure enough, his men came to ask him to kill the boy and make amends to the Mechanicus.

But Lupe Carr doesn’t think so.

"We don't have noble births. To put it bluntly, we are just cattle and horses. The reason we come to me is just to join the group and have a team to help us get by.

You cannot sell out your brothers just because they make mistakes or encounter powerful enemies.

If I can sell Little Sixteen to a red robe today, then if the red robe wants to kill you tomorrow, shouldn’t I sell you as well for the sake of the overall situation?”

The noisy gang members underground seemed to be convinced. They all showed shame on their faces and then retreated like the tide.

But Lupercal was even more upset, as he served Qin with his land, which was like adding fuel to a fire.

Do you expect gangsters to understand this kind of concept?

Then they would not become gangsters. He has wanted to reform many times. Only by improving organization and order can we fight against powerful enemies.

Now they left so happily and unanimously, which was beyond the ability of their qualities.

"Little Sixteen, go ahead and take your little brothers with you."

Lupercal called out the young man hiding in the back with a calm tone.

"Boss, come with me, I have a way..."

Sixteen's tone was anxious. This boss was really reasonable and loyal to his subordinates.

He vaguely knew that he should have a powerful background, and once he was exposed, he would have great power and authority.

"That's impossible, Little Sixteen. Being a boss means you have to shoulder the responsibilities of a boss. No matter what the situation is, you have to shoulder the responsibilities that you should shoulder.

Whether my brothers run away or follow others, since I am their leader, it is basic to see things through to the end."

"You will..."

Lupercal stopped talking.

"What is there to fear about death? I once found something in the Underhive. Before the Old Night came, mankind experienced a glorious era.

Order and law are the greatest spirit that carry the entire race forward.

I have been shaped by the past and have no power to change anything, but you may be different.

Go... take this and run."

"It's okay to surrender. There's no need to fight hard."

Sixteen still wanted to resolve the problem peacefully.

“The reason why we are human beings is because our waists are too stiff to bend and become dogs.

A race that kneels has no future, and you are the future, so promise me that you will not kneel.

When there is no other way, you can compromise temporarily, but you cannot kneel down. "

Both of them heard the rustling sound of footsteps. Lupekar no longer cared about anything else. He tore off his ID card and pushed Sixteen out.

Heavy footsteps rumbled, followed by a thunderous explosion, and the smoke from the explosion came first and spread everywhere.

Sixteen felt his head was dizzy and hot. In a daze, he heard a voice in his mind calling him to go back.

If someone were to peek from the side, they would notice that this skinny guy was getting taller, his muscles were swelling like inflated air, and his whole aura was changing instantly.

He took a few steps forward and the wall behind him exploded, and he actually avoided the explosive bomb.

In front of the door, he exhaled and threw a punch. Flesh and blood collided with ceramic steel, but it was the heavy breastplate that shattered.

Astartes, who came to clean up the gang, felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer. His two hearts almost exploded due to the backflow of blood. His three lungs were beating wildly, but he still couldn't breathe.

Only half of Lupercal's body was left. He was hit by a bomb, but luckily he was strong, and perhaps his ancestors had undergone enhanced transformation, so he was still able to breathe.

But it was of no use, his blood vessels burst and his strong body became a burden.

One knife into the brain and all life force is gone.

No. 16 seemed to have his memory restored at this moment. He stood up and looked down at Astarte who had just come back to his senses.

"I am the sixteenth Primarch, your genetic father. Take me to the Emperor."

The intimidation that came from the gene seed and was rooted in the soul was emitted, and the Astartes with a fist mark on his chest immediately obeyed.

At the moment of development, the Emperor had already sensed the unique psychic fluctuations of his offspring, and moved with his mind, sending it over.

"Number 16, your name."

The Primarch looked at the token left to him by his dead leader, on which his name was engraved.

"Lupercal... Horus Lupercal."

"Okay, get ready and let the Mechanicus do an inspection so they can customize your armor.

Meet your children later, the Luna Wolves await your return."