Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

three hundred years later

Empire's Edge, Hazy Starfield, Lukaven

The warp storm has been raging for months, and the chaotic energy flow has completely isolated the planet from the outside world, blocking all supplies and support, whether human or alien.

On the surface of the planet, brutal tug-of-war and siege warfare has lasted for half a Terran year. With supplies on both sides being cut off, the moment of decisive battle is about to come.

"boom!"

A cluster grenade exploded on the huge body of the alien, and the erupting blood mist filled a large area of the surrounding space.

Before the blood mist could be blown away by the raging poisonous wind, the red giant broke through the blood mist and rushed out, stabbing into the enemy camp like a sharp knife.

This is a squad of Blood Angels, a company that once consisted of hundreds of Space Marines, but now only a dozen or so are left after fighting.

The company commander in Terminator armor took the lead, wielding a power sword that activated a decomposition field, cutting off all aliens that blocked his way, like a hot plow cutting through solidified butter.

The team's chaplain chanted scriptures aloud.

"We are the Emperor's angels."

Several other Blood Angels equipped with Mark 7 power armor followed closely behind the captain, using bolters to provide cover and fire support for him. This brutal large-caliber weapon was directly connected to the armor's nervous system, and the small rockets it fired with its own propulsion would directly blast any small aliens that tried to steal the chicken into pieces.

"We are born of blood."

These insectoid aliens sensed the Astartes squad's intentions, and their communication organs rubbed against each other at high speeds to emit ultrasonic waves to communicate with other aliens. Soon, several aliens with specialized strong shells blocked the Space Marines' charge route.

"We are the wrath that purifies the world."

At this time, the deputy company commander pulled out the melta pistol on the side of the armor and pulled the trigger forward.

After a brief delay, a blazing plasma ray illuminated the battlefield obscured by sand and dust, and all the aliens hit by this ray melted instantly.

"We bring the mercy of death to our enemies."

"Well done, Fugen!" the company commander couldn't help but praise.

But the warrior named Fulgrim said nothing. He dropped his overloaded melta pistol, drew out his chainsword, and sawed a charging alien into pieces.

After several hours of hard fighting, with the long-range artillery support of the Imperial defenders and the sacrifice of two Astartes' lives, the assault team finally advanced deep into the enemy camp.

In front of them was a huge pit. The surface of the pit had been completely assimilated, turning into rotting and wriggling flesh. Countless larvae were biting the exposed blood vessels of the rotten flesh. They sucked the blood, grew rapidly, and shed their shells.

However, due to lack of supplies and nutrients, many larvae or eggs have died. These dead aliens will be immediately sucked dry by their own kind, leaving only a thin shell.

This is the alien hatchery, and in the middle of the hatchery is the alien queen. Her size is twice that of her largest offspring, but she is dragging a huge hatching organ, and the hatching organ has blood vessels directly connected to the surface of the hatchery, so she cannot move as freely as her offspring.

The queen also saw this Astartes and let out a sharp roar. The larvae in the hatchery quickly sucked blood and grew, but the hatchery itself quickly shriveled and cracked because it could not withstand such a level of exploitation.

Several molten rays shot towards the queen, but most of them were blocked by the queen's open shield. A few rays hit the queen's body directly, but only left a smoking non-fatal wound on it.

Soon, many newly born aliens gathered around the queen.

But taking advantage of the hatching of a new batch of aliens, the Astartes rushed to the front of the queen. The explosive power of these war machines, each weighing more than five tons, was extremely amazing, and they could run hundreds of meters in an instant.

After rushing to the front of the queen, facing the obstruction of the new alien, the company commander jumped high, jumped over the new alien, and chopped down the queen's brain with the power sword.

However, as the company commander leaped up to take the enemy's leader, several tentacles shot towards him. These tentacles were composed of soft and tough biological protein fibers, and the tips of the tentacles grew sharp reinforced chitin barbs that could easily pierce the tank's armor.

The company commander wielded two giant power swords, dancing in the air with sword flowers. Several tentacles were directly cut off by him, and a few tentacles scraped against the ceramic steel armor, leaving deep scratches, but these were not enough to stop the company commander's attack.

Just as the power sword was about to hit the queen's compound eyes, a tentacle finally caught up with the captain. The barb of the tentacle pierced into the leg of the Terminator's armor and then threw him to the ground.

The alien queen roared angrily. The captain's sword almost cut off half of its head. The alien's brain could be seen exposed to the air through the wound.

He was seriously injured by the captain's blow, but he was far from dead.

After the company commander was thrown away, another tentacle stabbed at him while he was falling. The company commander had no time to block it and could only try to twist his body to avoid it. In the end, the tentacle that should have pierced his heart cut off his right hand holding the power sword.

The company commander fell to the ground covered with rotten flesh and rolled a long distance. The newly born aliens saw the weakness of this Astartes and swarmed over him.

Just when the company commander was about to be overwhelmed and torn to pieces by the aliens, someone caught the flying power sword in mid-air, then swung it in a beautiful arc of light, and the surrounding aliens were instantly cut in half.

The one who caught the power sword was the team's deputy captain, the Blood Angel named Fulgrim.

"Don't die here, the Dreadnoughts are full." Fugen teased the company commander on the communication channel.

Soon the other surviving Astartes also rushed to the captain's side. They surrounded the injured captain and used bombs and chainsaws to repel the aliens that kept rushing towards them.

After the company commander was protected, the Blood Angel named Fulgrim brandished two power weapons and charged into the alien group.

He held the company commander's power field sword in his right hand and his own chainsaw sword in his left hand, and stirred up a bloody whirlwind in the killing field. Countless aliens were dismembered and shattered on the sharp blades.

"Don't worry about me! Support Fugen!" the company commander ordered.

The Astartes beside him looked at each other after receiving the order, and then showed a silent understanding. The priests in the company stayed to fight with the captain, and the rest of the Space Marines chased after Fulgrim who had already gone far away, but they were soon dispersed by the surging aliens.

The ammunition was almost exhausted. Looking at the soldiers struggling to move forward under the alien attack, the company commander knew that this team could not go back, so he opened the communication channel and connected to the fleet in orbit.

The dust and ionizing radiation in the planet's atmosphere seriously interfered with communications. The channel communicating with the orbital fleet was filled with chaotic noise. After repeated calls several times, a severely distorted voice was finally transmitted back.

"This is the Nemesis, Lord Clavindor, please give me your instructions."

"Calling for orbital bombardment, coordinates..."

But before he could finish, an extremely shrill scream cut through the battlefield, and then, the aliens that had been launching wave after wave of death charges suddenly began to hesitate and shrink, and finally began to flee.

The aliens disappeared like the receding tide, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

"It's Fulgrim! It must be Fulgrim!" The pastor was the first to react: "He must have succeeded."

So they started calling Fulgrim's name on the channel, but no one responded.

A bad premonition crept into everyone's heart, and when these surviving Astartes arrived at the center of the hatchery, where the queen was located, they saw a scene they did not want to see.

In the center of the hatchery, Fulgrim stood before the Queen.

The Space Marine's body was badly damaged, with less than one-third of his original body tissue remaining. His left shoulder was gone, and his right hand was holding the company commander's power sword, which pierced into the Queen's brain from the blind spot of her vision, burning her brain into a boiling paste.

The captain took off his helmet and tentatively called the other man's name: "Fulgrim?"

To everyone's surprise, the Space Marine was able to react to this. He turned his head stiffly to look in the direction of the sound, then fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Fugen!"

The other Space Marines rushed forward and surrounded him.

"Captain... Captain..." Fugen looked at the veteran who had always taken care of him with his only remaining eye, and spoke intermittently: "I... I have not failed the name... of an angel."

The captain bowed his head in respect and said, "My brother, your service is enough for your soul to stand proudly before the Emperor."

At this time, the priest beside him also spoke: "Don't worry, my brother, your gene seed will be recycled, and the fresh blood of the regiment will tell your story."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Fulgrim's face. He looked through the brothers surrounding him to the distant sky, his words filled with nostalgia:

"I really want to...try the pancakes from my hometown again..."

Then the warrior closed his eyes forever.

Two Terra hours later.

Chapter War Room.

The surviving Astartes recovered all the remains and equipment of the fallen warriors that could be collected, paying their final tributes.

Chaplains and Tech-Sergeants were busy recovering the gene-seed.

After the mourning ended, everyone watched the priest and the Techmarine work in silence. After an unknown amount of time, a Space Marine suddenly spoke up, "Did any of you hear Fulgrim's last words?"

After a brief silence, another Space Marine replied, "He seemed to say... he wanted to taste his homeland again..."

He hesitated for a moment before uttering four words in an uncertain tone that he didn't quite understand: "...Jianbing Guozi?"

"What is a Jianbing Guozi?" asked another Space Marine.

"I don't know." The Space Marine who first raised the question shook his head. "But judging from what Fulgrim said earlier, this pancake is probably a delicacy from his hometown."

"Allind, what do you want to say?" The company commander also joined the conversation.

The soldier named Alrind looked at the captain and said, "Captain, we've all been transformed, and Fulgrim is the most successfully transformed of us. Logically, he shouldn't be obsessed with food, especially at the end of his life."

"Are you saying there's something wrong with Fulgrim?" another Space Marine said.

"I fully believe in Brother Fulgrim's loyalty, but he was too brave this time. Even an ordinary Knight Mech would have a hard time defeating an Alien Queen, but Fulgrim was able to kill her among countless aliens."

After Allind finished speaking, the war room fell silent again, but this time, countless thoughts flowed beneath the silence.

In fact, this question has been lingering in everyone's mind since Fulgrim killed the Queen, but no one is willing to point it out, because no one is willing to doubt a brother who has made a great sacrifice.

But since Allind had made the matter clear, they could not help but think about it in their hearts.

Because in addition to the aliens, there are also filthy creatures in the subspace that are trying to contaminate the real universe. The logic of some of these filthy creatures cannot be guessed by ordinary people's logic. Sometimes they will help humans, but their purpose is to reap a greater price from humans later.

"I remember Fulgrim was drafted from a planet called 'Olin', which was his homeworld."

Soon the star map was opened, and when they set their target on the planet called Orin, what was shown on the star map was a dead star that had been destroyed and turned into purgatory without life.