The strongest astral army in Warhammer 40K

“Brother Russell, wake up, we’ve arrived!” Sahara shouted to Russell.

When Russell opened his eyes, he saw a huge palace in front of him.

“Where is this place?” Russell asked.

"This is a hotel with a full range of services including bathing, dining, rest, and entertainment!" Before Sahara could finish speaking, Russell laughed and said: "What a nice place, but it must be quite expensive here, right?"

Sahara was also very happy and said: This little bit of money is nothing. You can earn it back as long as you fight a few gladiatorial matches for me.

Russell stepped out of the cage, stretched, and shouted, "Awesome!"

Russell's appearance immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers. Most of these desert natives were rather thin and weak, and giants like Russell were extremely rare. Of course, it was a different story in the arena.

The Sahara has arranged everything.

"Brother Russell, you smell really bad. How about you take a shower first?"

Russell nodded and said: Okay.

Do you prefer a large public bath or a small bathroom?

"It doesn't matter."

“I don’t think the small bathroom is suitable for you at all. Let’s go to the large bathroom instead!” Sahara suggested.

Russell said: I'll follow your arrangements.

Steam rose from the large bathroom, where many people were already taking showers, each completely naked.

When Russell followed Sahara into the bathroom, everyone in the large bathroom looked at him, and some even whispered in surprise.

"My God, who is this guy? How can he be so strong? Look at his muscles, they're more perfect than a sculpture."

“Look how broad his shoulders are.”

"Look how strong his chest is."

……

Ignoring the whispers, Russell followed Sahara into the hot tub.

"Brother Russell, what did you do before?" Sahara asked curiously.

Russell thought for a moment and said: The Star Guardians!

What is the Star Guardian Army?

"Just an ordinary unit, nothing special."

It's not surprising that the Sahara has never heard of the Star Guardians; many civilians on the edge of the galaxy are unaware of their existence.

“My plan is this: first, I’ll help you get some things, and then I’ll give you a catchy name,” Sahara said, revealing his plan.

Russell frowned slightly and said: "Why make it so complicated? Just find a stronger opponent and start fighting."

Sahara shook his head and said: Brother, you don't understand. I need to package you first. Only after packaging and promotion can you be more valuable, so that we can earn more.

"You business people really know how to do things."

"That's right, brother. You have muscles and strength, and I have brains. As long as the two of us work together, we'll make endless money. We'll be living the happiest life ever."

After a comfortable bath, Russell was led to a very spacious room, where all the furnishings were exquisite.

"Are you satisfied?" Sahara asked Russell.

This reminded Russell of his time as a member of the Star Guardian Army, and what kind of life he led back then.

"I am very satisfied!"

"Brother Russell, you should rest first. I'll come back to see you tomorrow!" With that, Sahara left.

Russell didn't care about anything else and just lay in bed, fast asleep.

"The King of Pain!" What do you think of this name? Sahara felt that to better promote Russell, he needed to give him a catchy name.

"Not bad!"

“I found a tailor to make you some decent clothes, and then I found the best craftsman here to forge you a perfect set of golden armor.”

Russell thought for a moment and said, "If I were to be called the Lord of Pain after donning the golden armor, it probably wouldn't be appropriate. I think you could change your name."

"How about Radiant Warrior?" Russell thought it would be better to choose a simpler name.

"Radiant Warrior?" Sahara thought for a moment and then nodded: Okay!

A few days later, a golden suit of armor weighing over 100 pounds was delivered, along with a golden two-handed greatsword.

Russell looked at the armor and the greatsword. He thought the armor was just so-so, but the golden greatsword was really good. Russell was very satisfied.

“Brother, you can give it a try,” Sahara suggested.

Russell nodded, and then three strong servants helped him put on his armor. It took them a while to finish putting on Russell's armor.

Two servants then brought over the golden greatsword.

Russell easily lifted the giant sword, which weighed over 200 pounds.

Sahara said with great satisfaction: "Brother, you look so handsome in this outfit. You will definitely become the most dazzling warrior in the arena."

Next came the promotion. Sahara arranged for people to spread the story far and wide. The story was about a legendary gladiator, the "Radiant Warrior."

It can be said that Russell was given a completely new identity.

As it turned out, Sahara's promotion was very effective. Soon, a big shot found Sahara and asked to see the Radiant Warriors, and then they started talking about cooperation.

One night, the Sahara suddenly found Russell.

"Brother Russell, are you ready?" Sahara asked excitedly.

"Prepare what?" Russell asked, puzzled.

"A gladiatorial contest!"

"Just tell us what preparations we have and when the fighting will start!" Russell said dismissively.

“This gladiatorial contest is different. Several princes are participating this time. Their purpose is to test your true strength. It may not be a battle.”

Russell chuckled and said, "Who cares if he's a prince or not? I've been so bored lately and I was just looking for someone to practice with."

“To highlight our individuality, you will be wearing golden armor for this gladiatorial match,” Sahara suggested.

Russell nodded impatiently and said: "Alright, I understand. You can make the arrangements."

There was an arena in this palace, which the nobles especially loved to watch.

However, because this arena is so small that it was usually deserted and almost abandoned, it has become crowded with people again today.

When the renowned "Radiant Warrior" was to hold a gladiatorial performance here, the small arena quickly became packed with people.

This gladiatorial contest is divided into many matches, namely Russell versus humans, beasts, or demi-humans.

“Brother Russell, it’s your turn!” Sahara reminded Russell.

Russell nodded, picked up the golden greatsword with one hand, and walked toward the arena.

When Russell, clad in golden armor and wielding a giant sword, appeared before the crowd, a tremendous cheer erupted in the arena.

The people in the stands shouted "Radiant Warriors!" "Radiant Warriors!"...

Russell waved to everyone with great pleasure.