Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Guilliman's expression instantly grew extremely serious, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination. "Don't think I'm exaggerating. If I were to publish a similar extremist statement in the name of the Five Hundred Worlds, or even show even the slightest tendency in public, my reputation would plummet."

The Lord of Ultramar paused for a moment, his tone growing graver. "Perhaps many, even our blood brothers, will feel that I am no longer content to be a mere guardian. They will conclude that ambition has grown rampant within me. Perhaps one day, they will all call me ambitious, but that is absolutely not what I want."

"Well, child, I understand your difficulties. Just like me, as the regent, my every move in public is scrutinized under a microscope by those under my command. They study my ideas and speculate on my preferences."

Xi nodded slightly, her eyes full of understanding, and she deeply agreed with Guilliman's words.

As for Guilliman rebelling? That's impossible. Guilliman is absolutely not likely to rebel. This kid is just a "little hamster" who is keen on hoarding supplies.

Ms. Yuton stood by and gently held Xi's hand.

"I can attest to that," Hui Le echoed, adding seriously, "Every single word my mother says at any event she attends will be meticulously dissected by those who try to discover the secret to her success as regent."

Guilliman and Aurora were angry, an anger that came from their Oedipus complex.

…………

"O'er, I didn't expect to meet you here! When I first got here, I thought I was sensing it wrong, but now it seems that it really is you."

Xi looked at Olpesson, who looked like a farmer, in surprise. Her eyes were as if she saw a rare treasure. Her perception was indeed correct.

Olperson was wearing coarse linen clothes, and when he saw Xi, it was like seeing a ghost.

"Oh, damn it! God, why did I have to meet you?" The former war commander hurriedly raised the cross in front of him and prayed devoutly.

"Don't be like this, Or, I have no ill intentions. I'm only here because my descendants strongly requested me to come here for inspection." Xi hurriedly explained.

She looked around at Ohl's dilapidated house, which was in disarray and chaos.

"Offspring?" Olperson's face was full of confusion.

"Primarch, you know, you were also involved in that plan." Aurora helped explain.

Olperson nodded in understanding. He served as a private in the Imperial Army and saved enough money to allow him to settle in Causse, buy some land here and survive.

Then Olpersong said with a face full of complaints, "Then leave immediately! Do you know that just standing here affects my farming efficiency?"

"Don't show such hostility towards me! I came here just to ask you, are you really not going back? The Emperor talks about you every day, about 30,000 years, the Tower of Babel, Orr loves me, I love Orr, it's endless."

Xi said with a hint of sarcasm, and there was a hint of malice in his words.

"Don't mention the Emperor anymore to disgust me! The letter Neos wrote me back then made me unable to eat for a month. I would vomit at the sight of anything. I starved for a month."

Olperson's face was filled with disgust as he began frantically searching for the ritual dagger on his body.

He knew in his heart that the person in front of him would not leave easily, so it seemed that he could only solve the problem by force.

But in his panic, he couldn't find the ritual dagger.

"Are you looking for this?" Xi had a faint smile on his face and was playing with the dagger in his hand.

The dagger flew flexibly between her fingertips, and every flash revealed a dangerous aura.

"Damn God! I knew it was you who instigated the Emperor to steal my sheep!"

O'er was so angry that he started cursing. He knew that whenever he met these people, nothing good would happen and they would definitely cause trouble for him.

"You've wronged me so much!" Xi's voice rose unknowingly, her voice agitated. "You underestimate my moral standards! The Emperor's transformation was entirely his own fault. From birth, he was inherently evil, like a beast. When I raised him, his evil nature was temporarily concealed, but in reality, he was..."

"He is truly a beast. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I drove him away." Xi said, staring straight into Orpesson's eyes, with a calculating glint in his eyes.

After all, the man in front of him has both powerful military force and a smart mind. Such resources cannot be wasted, and we must plan carefully how to use them reasonably.

"And you drove him to me?! My sheep!" Olpesson's face was full of grief, and his voice trembled a little. He was furious when he thought of his sheep that had been harmed.

Without saying a word, Xi threw the dagger towards Olperson.

Olperson's expression tensed, and he reached out to catch it in a panic, almost losing his grip.

"You really won't consider it? Orpesson, if you follow me, the Emperor will definitely give you the position of Warmaster. Those extremely rare weapons and armor will definitely be delivered to you first. Such a great opportunity, you really won't give it a try?"

As Xi spoke, he observed Olpesong's expression. His clever words came like a machine gun, and he wished he could just pack up and carry Olpesong away.

But this Olpersong was as slippery as a loach and cleverly avoided Xi's solicitation every time.

"Don't think about it, just get out of here."

"All right!"

Xi left.

……

Guilliman gently picked up the chess piece made of Ultramarines, stroking the delicate patterns on it with his fingers, his eyes full of appreciation and emotion.

He raised his head and looked at Aurora with soft eyes: "This is too precious, I will treasure it well."

Aurora's face was filled with smiles as she urged, "Open it and take a look at the other chess pieces. I put a lot of thought into them."

Guilliman opened the box and saw the chess pieces within, each one vivid and lifelike, some charging into battle, some standing ready, perfectly showcasing the heroic spirit of the Ultramarines. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Aurora, you are truly a genius."

Hui Le, standing by, was filled with annoyance, muttering to himself, "This is really troublesome. I was thinking of not giving a gift to save trouble, but now that Aurora has made this move, I'd seem stingy if I don't. But what can I give that can rival these five hundred exquisite chess pieces?"

Aurora continued enthusiastically, "Although only the exterior model of the Macragge's Glory exists, it's meticulously crafted to life-size proportions. I've meticulously considered every detail, striving to recreate its grandeur."

There was a gleam in her eyes, an expression of extreme pride in her work.

Hui Le listened from the side, feeling increasingly depressed. He couldn't help but complain in his heart: "This guy always makes the gifts so spectacular, it puts me under so much pressure."

But on the surface, he still maintained a gentle smile.

Huile handed the psychic textbook to Guilliman with a sincere and humble attitude: "Robert, this is the psychic textbook I recently wrote. I came here in a hurry and really didn't prepare a better gift. I hope you don't mind."

Guilliman took it quickly, his face full of joy: "How could I dislike it? Your coming is the best thing for me." As he said that, he couldn't wait to open the textbook and read it carefully.

After a while, Guilliman gently closed the textbook, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. "Alas, what a pity! I don't know psionics. Otherwise, I would have been able to discuss this with you in depth, and I'm sure we would have gained a lot."

"..."

Sometimes it’s quite speechless to see a brother in front of you who is trying to cover his ears and steal the bell. How could the Primarch not have psychic powers?

It depends on whether you want to, not whether you can do it.

Guilliman slowly put down the psychic power textbook in his hand, thinking to himself, "Although this textbook describes the most basic use of psychic powers in the Warp, it is clearly organized and the content is detailed. It's a pity that I know nothing about psychic powers, otherwise I would definitely try it myself."

The Primarch narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind already sketching out plans for the future. "But that doesn't prevent it from being of great use. I intend to use this textbook to train a group of think tanks. I don't expect them to make earth-shattering innovations in the field of psychic energy, but I only hope that they can follow the instructions step by step and thoroughly master the contents of the textbook."

Thinking of this, Guilliman's expression became more expectant. "If all goes well, perhaps we can achieve mass production on a certain scale. In this way, Ultramar's power will be further enhanced."

He turned to look at Huile, his eyes full of gratitude: "Huile, thank you for bringing this precious gift."

Huile nodded.

…………

On the planet Nostramo, Primarch Curze was conducting his daily patrol.

Devouring rotten meat and fresh eyeballs has become a part of his life.

Every time he finished eating, he would quietly blend into the darkness, like an invisible shadow, shuttling through this land shrouded in fear.

Every inch of land and every corner here bears the mark of his breath. This is a territory of fear that belongs only to him.

As soon as the people became aware of his presence, they were all terrified, and fear overwhelmed them like a tide.

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Chapter 236 Going to Welcome Coze

The most secret space on the Emperor's Dream.

"I really don't understand. Do we really need so many Primarchs to serve as a foil to welcome one? Rogal Dorn, Fulgrim, Ferrus, and even Lorgar. Don't you think this is a waste of resources?"

The puppet sat lightly on the table, dangling its legs.

"I don't think so. I hold the Primarchs in high regard, and their bond is of the utmost importance. They all accepted the invitation and agreed that welcoming new brothers was not a waste."

The Emperor sat steadily on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the puppet sitting on the table.

"Okay, whatever you say is right."

Xi nodded, but she knew in her heart that the emperor just wanted to use "strength in numbers" to alleviate his social anxiety in front of the public.

"Xi."

"Huh? What's wrong?" the puppet responded nonchalantly.

"Did you give Mortarion's fan as a gift?" The Emperor stared at Xi with burning eyes.

"How did you know?" The puppet was puzzled. Logically speaking, this matter should not be leaked.

When she sent the fan, she mobilized her trusted confidants and would never reveal it to anyone.

"After every battle, Mortarion would pull out the fan you gave him from his inner armor and rub it with his hands. His descendants said that every time the Primarch did this, he could clearly see his own mistakes in commanding the war."

"Not only that, all the fleets of Barbarus, as well as those planets that believe in numerology, have applied numerology and their ships have been safe after passing through the warp."

"This led to the people of Barbarus and the surrounding star regions worshipping Mortarion to the extreme, and they all felt that he was the most intelligent incarnation of the Primarchs."

Xi thought his men were treacherous. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I let Tzeentch join the game and bet on Mortarion. The price is half the empire."

"Well, if Tzeentch really succeeds, we don't have to fulfill our promise to him. We don't have to give it to him even if he asks for it."

The emperor is emphasizing his own program and getting something for free.

Even if it fails, it will only take away half of the empire. As long as the webway is built, it will only take some time to deal with Tzeentch's minions in the real universe!

It's really worth it.

"But, is it true that the Webway Project didn't tell the Primarchs? Even your genetically modified golden corn knows about this." Xi asked with a puzzled look.

The Emperor looked calm as he spoke slowly, "Why should we let them know?"

"You know, the oldest of the Primarchs, Yimingqi Baqishiwu, is not even a hundred years old. Compared to those of us who have experienced countless years of vicissitudes, they are nothing more than tender children."

"We have endured countless hardships over the long years, and our experience has continued to grow. However, the Primarchs, despite being force-fed with vast amounts of knowledge by us, have yet to fully grasp and integrate this knowledge."

"They are simply squandering the great power and endless knowledge we have bestowed upon them, without truly maturing mentally."

As he spoke, the emperor gently took off the laurel wreath on his head, his expression deep and unfathomable.

However, the reasons he gave were irrefutable.

"Well, fine then! Anyway, I don't have any particular objections. I just hope that this protracted Great Crusade can end soon so that humanity can truly revive. Then I can peacefully give up my power."

The puppet grumbled expectantly.

Her thoughts coincided with the emperor's, and her expectations were exactly what the emperor longed for.

On the Emperor's Dream, the four Primarchs gathered together.

Fulgrim held Ferrus affectionately in his arms, and their eyes met, filled with an intimacy that was difficult for others to intrude upon.

They looked at the giant Lorgar in front of them, whose body was covered with mysterious runes, and next to him was Rogal Dorn, who was sitting upright with a straight posture.

Fulgrim was the first to break the silence, his tone filled with doubt and inquiry: "Lorgar, a few months ago you borrowed several thousand artists from me. Were you going to build that perfect city?"

Luo Jia slowly opened his eyes, his slender fingers gently stroking the "Record of the Sacred Words" in his hand, which he regarded as a supreme treasure. His expression was extremely pious, and his voice was low but full of power: "Brother, it was not forged for me, but for the God-Emperor, the Ruler of Humanity."

Rogal Dorn frowned slightly when he heard this, turned his head, stared straight at Lorga, and spoke sharply:

"The Emperor never admitted to being a god, so there is no god in the world. The Book of the Sacred Words in your hand is nothing more than a figment of your imagination to comfort your fragile heart."

These words were like a sharp knife, instantly piercing Luo Jia.

His rune-carved face was twisted and grim with rage, and his voice rose unconsciously. "The God-Emperor and I once toured my planet together for three months! During that time, we ate and slept together, and he never refused my calling him the God-Emperor. How can you so easily conclude that all this was just a figment of my imagination?"

Ferrus was keenly aware of the tense atmosphere and was about to speak out to stop it, but Fulgrim's slender but powerful hand gently turned his face, forcing him to look at him.

In an instant, the two looked into each other's eyes, and their hearts were filled with love, as if they completely ignored the tense situation around them.

Rogal Dorn ignored the oblivious couple, his eyes stern as he spoke again:

"Only fools and those with ill intentions would play word games on such an important matter. You should know better than anyone that the Emperor has always supported the Imperial Truth, not the theology you advocate."

Changing the subject, he pointed the finger at Fulgrim and Ferrus. "And Fulgrim and Ferrus, your methods of conquest are too hollow. Only a steady and careful approach, completely conquering an entire planet, can be considered a true victory. Otherwise, even if you conquer a planet on the surface, if the planet harbors rebellion, how can you really conquer it?"

Ferrus became impulsive and enraged, but was ultimately stopped by Fulgrim.

For a moment, Fulgrim and Ferrus were both silent, and the atmosphere fell into a subtle and oppressive calm.

How did this guy survive until now?

Afterwards, the two Primarchs were very close, their hair and faces intertwined, their ears rubbing against each other, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them, and Rogal Dorn's words were even forgotten.

Fulgrim whispered softly, his breath gentle in Ferrus' ear, "Leave him alone. We will do our work and he will do his bidding."

After that, he stretched out his slender fingers, gently inserted them into Ferrus's inner armor, and said softly, "Your chest is as hot as your furnace."