Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 99 99, Enemies of the Regent

When Duker opened the door, he saw the Prince Regent lying under the desk, with most of his body covered by the desk.

"Oh, my God." The Prince Regent leaned awkwardly under the table, trying to use his armored fingers to touch the paper document recording the damn government affairs. He muttered in his mouth that the armor of destiny was a huge thing, and the hard metal made it impossible for his waist joints to bend;

He had to lie down on the floor, but even then, his powered fingers couldn't pick up the paper, and it just let it fly around on the polished floor.

"Brother, did I come at a bad time?" At this time, a teasing voice sounded. Guilliman wanted to raise his head, but the iron halo behind him caught his neck at the right time.

But he still knew who was coming - after all, the only person who could walk into his office and dare to make fun of him was Dukel.

"No, brother, you came just in time." Guilliman said distressedly, "I am the Emperor's Son, the commander-in-chief of the Indomitus Crusade. But I can't pick up a piece of paper!"

Guilliman looked at the paper document that offended him with an angry look, "Brother, this paper is my biggest enemy!"

"Then you have so many enemies." Duker looked at the pile of paper documents on the table like a mountain, "Great Regent, do you plan to be furious at every enemy? "

"Make yourself so angry. Like a pufferfish?"

"Dulkle, please stop gloating about your misfortune and come and help me." Guilliman appealed for help.

When he wanted to stand up, he sadly discovered that the wing-shaped decoration on his shoulder armor was stuck in the gap of the desk.

He didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that if he used a little more force, the hateful desk would be torn apart - in that case, the paper documents on the desk would pour down, and he would also gain enemies all over the floor.

After being pulled up by Dukel, Guilliman tried to clench his fists to express his resentment.

But this is also unrealistic in power armor. The armor plates and soft lining prevent him from clenching his fists.

If he forced it to do so, the armor would let out a shrill scream under his power.

"Brother, wearing this armor, I can smash the head of the Chaos Demon with one punch, but I can't pick up a piece of paper." He shook his head sadly, "I have to find a way to take off this armor."

Duker looked very surprised after hearing what he said.
"You can break the head of the Chaos Demon with one punch? I don't believe it."

"Dukel, can you stop caring about unimportant things? I mean, I want to take off this armor!" Guilliman said frantically.

"Then take it off."

"But once I take it off, it can't heal the wounds in my body."

"Then die."

"." Guilliman fell silent and sighed, "Brother, I wish I could be as open-minded as you."

"Of course I'm open-minded. It's not me who died anyway."

"You!" Guilliman was furious. He wanted to give the guy in front of him a hard punch.

But after seeing the other person's figure that was taller and stronger than himself, he felt that he was not actually that angry.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that it's good to just wear armor like this. At least I'm still alive." Guilliman spread his fingers.

"What I'm more worried about now is whether those Eldar will turn off the function of the armor at a critical moment to kill me. I can't rely on this armor. When I put it on, my 'destiny' will no longer be the same." I'm in control of myself. Although Evrene is unlikely to harm me, aliens cannot always be trusted."

After hearing Guilliman's words, Dukel nodded in deep agreement.
"Indeed, brother. But no one told you that the fate of this armor has been completely controlled by me?" After Duker finished speaking, before waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself,
"Yes, they were all isolated from the emergency room that day. Except for the Mind Guards and Magnus, no one knew how I rescued you."

"So, what exactly happened that day?" Guilliman asked in confusion.

Duker did not answer him directly, but lightly tapped the Armor of Destiny twice.

After his action, the golden double-headed eagle on the shoulder armor once again burned the fire of the soul on the blue armor, like a rising sun rising in the pure blue sky.

"You helped me solve a big problem again." Guilliman breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and then looked at Duker expectantly, "Then when do you think I can take off this damn armor? "

"Soon." Duker replied, "When I was researching gene seeds, I took seeds from other legions from Caul as a reference."

"In your gene seed, I discovered that there is a benign mutation of 'regeneration', which can allow you and your heirs to recover faster after being injured."

After answering his question, Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, suddenly interjected at this moment, "Great Regent, your attitude towards the Eldar really surprises me. I thought you had been completely impressed. That Eldar girl is fascinated."

"Magnus, don't always talk nonsense! Efrenie and I are only temporary allies!"

"You're right, but I didn't mention Evrene either." Magnus smiled strangely, and Guilliman fell into the trap of his words again, which made him find great fun.

"you!"

Guilliman's anger once again increased,
But Duker looked serious.
"Guilliman, although I believe in your sanity, aliens cannot be trusted." His expression was extremely serious. "If one day, I find that you are really blinded by those bean sprouts - brother, maybe I won't What will I do to you? But I promise, I will bring those bean sprouts back and cook them into bean sprout soup for you, and let you drink them one bite at a time."

"Then our great regent will definitely sigh that the taste of bean sprouts is really good, um. In a double sense." Magnus couldn't be happier.

"Magnus! I've put up with you for a long time!"

Guilliman's anger level was immediately filled.

After a brief interlude.

The Primarch's conversation returned to the topic again, and Dukur asked Guilliman about the progress of preparations for the celebration.

"Dukele, I thought you wouldn't care about this celebration." The regent was very surprised, and then told about a problem he encountered during the celebration recently.

An Imperial Rogue Trader who happened to be in a nearby sector sent congratulations to Guilliman after receiving the news that the celebration was about to take place, and said that he must attend this grand ceremony.

However, when this unlucky Rogue Trader passed through the subspace channel, his spaceship was attacked by a Chaos Demon.

Guilliman certainly would not sit idly by and ignore this - in fact, he was suffering from a lack of manpower. Most Imperial warriors are still fighting hard to clean up the many nearby lost worlds that have been captured by Chaos.

Forcibly deploying manpower to rescue the rogue traders would probably delay the celebration.

"It's easy, leave it to me." Duker took care of everything.

"You want to go in person?"

Guilliman looked surprised.

"Of course not." A smile appeared on Duker's face, although his expeditionary legion was also cleaning up the nearby dark world and had no extra manpower.

But there is still a force under him that has not been activated.
"My heirs were born, and I just used the blood of these demons to beat the teeth of these young men as a sacrifice."

"You actually finished it?!"

Guilliman was extremely shocked. As a primarch, he had to better understand the difficulty of Dukel's research.

At the same time, the completion of this research not only represents the return of a forgotten legion, but also represents the official launch of a more powerful space warrior and the possibility of overcoming genetic defects.

Now that the human empire is enveloped in darkness and the building is about to collapse, as a loyalist primarch, Guilliman naturally hopes that more warriors can work together to turn the tide.

But these are only ideal states. The results of research, no matter how shocking they are, will ultimately be tested through actual combat.

But looking at Dukel's confident look, Guilliman was also looking forward to what surprises these children would bring to the empire.

(End of this chapter)