Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1169: The First Battle of the Primarch
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city ​​centre.

The Astartes Legions gathered in the vast Imperial Forum.

The Primarchs had not yet finished discussing matters with the military representatives of the Achaemenid Empire, but they realized that as a former supporter of Flame and Thunder, the Achaemenid Empire should not be destroyed in any case, so they decided to go to war first.

The Primarchs came out of the command center. They had already discussed the battle plan and decided to lead their legions personally.

Twenty Astartes Legions may sound like a large number, but in reality they only number twenty thousand men in total.

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

In each legion, the first original warriors born in the Astartes project were lecturing the others.

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

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

"..."

The Astartes, in white armor with blue stripes, yelled to his battle-brothers.

"Dogs of war! Rip open the stomachs of your enemies, rip out their intestines and strangle them!"

"Let blood and flesh cover every inch of land we advance on! Let us become the nightmare that our enemies wake up wailing in the middle of the night!"

"us……"

"The Primarch is here."

"..."

"Don't kill innocent people. Kill only those who are necessary. It's that simple. For Angron!"

The Primarchs came before their respective Legion personnel.

Perturabo looked at his offspring in front of him, the expression on his face making it impossible for anyone to tell what it meant.

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

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

Perturabo looked at the original warriors in front of him who were strictly prohibited from retreating even a step, and he felt that this was a bit too strict.

But as Guilliman said.

Albian.

They are just so cruel.

A smile appeared on Perturabo's lips, he turned around, and silently led his children towards the high walls of the Achaemenid capital.

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If there was one way to describe the situation after the Primarch and the Astartes Legion joined the war, it would be that they were unstoppable and turned the tide.

As a highly regarded warlord on Terra, Tyrant Doom's Black Khitan transformed warriors are extremely powerful. Their individual combat power even has a slight advantage over the Thunder Warriors, but they have a shortcoming, which is that they are not good at cooperation.

The Astartes cannot compare with the Black Khitan warriors in terms of statistics, but they are good at cooperation.

The extremely tight tactical coordination, coupled with the unhesitating implementation of the Gene-Father's orders, made the Astartes individuals like individual parts forming a sophisticated killing machine.

They lure, they surround, they sneak attack.

The soldiers of each legion have their own fighting styles. Perturabo commanded the Achaemenid wall repair team, which became chaotic due to the increase in the number of people.

Guilliman seized control of the allocation of supplies, and he could deploy supplies to the troops that needed them most while fighting.

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

Emperor Dur, standing on the high wall with his 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 areas.

When Lion and Russ reached Dur's side, the two Primarchs saw that the Achaemenid emperor 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.

Durr would occasionally release lightning at his enemies.

"I have a problem with us attacking first instead of negotiating terms first." Ryan pulled Russ who was about to rush over, "I feel the same way now, but putting aside the overall situation, I personally admire their emperor."

Russ, who was dragged back to his eldest brother's side, looked at his brother and then at the emperor named Dur.

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

The soldiers around him shivered in the rapid drop in temperature caused by the psychic energy, but they were also excited and fearless because they were fighting alongside the emperor.

They can still hold on.

But it won’t last long.

Because the battle is no longer just Durr the psyker emperor and his mortal soldiers facing off against the mortal soldiers of the Pan-Pacific Empire.

Three Black Khitan transformed warriors joined the battle.

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

Their fighting and formation were disorganized, but they gave people a sense of strength even before the battle.

A mortal soldier already knew the threat that the black figure could pose, so he picked up a bomb and prepared to launch a lethal attack.

The mortal soldiers rushed forward and detonated the bomb.

But the speed of the three transformed 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.

At the moment of the explosion, Ryan and Ruth saw the three modified warriors either do three backflips or pick up a large piece of rubble to block in front of them.

Before the other mortal soldiers could react, three transformed warriors rushed in front of Dur.

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

"You want to watch him die so that we can get an advantage in the subsequent negotiations?" Ruth asked.

Ryan shook his head: "No."

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

Ryan had already drawn his sword, but when he saw his little brother rushing forward, he put the sword back into the scabbard.

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

Just as the remaining two transformed warriors were about to respond, Russ grabbed their heads with both hands and ended the battle with a crushing collision between their heads.

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

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

Durr is safe.

(End of this chapter)