Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

I originally just wanted to play a joke with my brother to liven up the atmosphere, but I didn't expect things to get out of control and trigger a series of unpredictable consequences.

Thinking of the possible harm to Clarks and the possible anger of Guilliman and others, Curze was filled with guilt. He sighed heavily and muttered to himself: "This time, I'm afraid I have to make an apology..." The darkness was like a huge curtain, completely covering him, and the occasional slight sigh was quickly swallowed up by silence.

Koz stood stiffly in the shadows for a long time, repeatedly deducing the direction of events in his mind, and the uneasiness in his heart grew like weeds.

He knew very well that if this joke went too far, it might not only hurt Clarks, but also make Guilliman and other brothers dissatisfied with him.

"We must do something to remedy the situation." Koz gritted his teeth and moved as quickly as black smoke, weaving through the intricate passages.

Coze sighed secretly, his figure disappeared into the inky darkness, and he muttered to himself: "Forget it, I will go back to the residence first and discuss with the legion commanders to see how to make up for this mistake." He displayed his unique stealth skills, flexibly moving through the intricate passages, avoiding many patrolling teams of Extreme Warriors along the way.

Soon, Koz returned to his residence and saw Sevatar studying.

Chapter 275: Macragge's security is like a toilet.

Clarks strode towards his mother's palace, his demigod heart beating violently in his chest, making a roar like a war drum.

Beside him, Guilliman accompanied him silently, and his calm aura somewhat eased his tension.

Although he is a demigod, Clarks' heart is like a child who has been away from home for a long time, filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

He was afraid to face his mother's scrutiny and worried that he would not get her approval.

This uneasiness was completely different from when he faced the puppet on the Savior Star.

The puppets only brought a strange sense of oppression; but now, it is an involvement from the depths of flesh and blood and soul, which is both intimate and unsettling.

As the distance shortened, Clarks' senses became more acute, and the air was filled with a familiar scent, the unique smell of his mother.

Finally, a white figure came into view. She stood quietly on the palace steps, like the bright moon on a cold night, cold and majestic.

Clarks' pace slowed down unconsciously, but his heart beat faster and faster. With every step closer, his inner entanglement and expectation deepened.

Clarks' breathing became heavier, and the disordered breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.

His mother, who was bound to him by blood, was approaching steadily, and every step she took weighed heavily on his tense nerves.

His mind was like a high-speed engine, with tens of thousands of thoughts colliding wildly.

What is the mother to do?

What will you say?

How should I respond to her?

Each question was like a sharp steel needle, pricking his temples and making them throb.

As he watched his mother walk down the steps, getting closer and closer to him, his heartbeat deafening in his chest, Clarks was still racking his brains to think of a response.

"Can you squat down and let me take a good look at you?" Xi's voice was soft but carried an irresistible force.

"Yeah," Clarks replied almost without hesitation. This demigod, who had always fought for his ideals, knelt on one knee without hesitation before his mother.

At this moment, the ideals that were once regarded as the guide of life seem to become less important under the light of maternal love.

He looked up at his mother, his eyes no longer showing the former determination, but filled with childlike sincerity and uneasiness.

Even when the tall and strong Primarch Clarks half-knelt in front of Xi, Xi still had to stand on tiptoe slightly if she wanted to touch his head.

Her fingertips gently slid into Clarks's thick hair, her movements filled with innate tenderness and affection, as if she was touching a rare treasure.

Guilliman, who was standing by, took in the entire scene, and an indescribable bitterness quietly welled up in his chest.

Xi raised her head slightly, her eyes softly gazing at Clarks, who was half-kneeling before her. Her tone was gentle and full of concern. "My child, I hope you will enjoy your time studying in Macragge. Don't be constrained by overly grand ideals. Everything must be done from a small perspective, one step at a time."

As she spoke, she slowly withdrew her hand, her fingertips sliding through Clarks' hair, taking away the last bit of warmth.

"Yes." Clarks' voice was mechanical, and a complex look flashed in his drooping eyes.

The gorgeous dress on his body was tight and confining, like some invisible shackles, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

This dress originally symbolized glory, but now it looked like a prisoner's uniform, exacerbating his inner depression.

Guilliman on the side watched this scene silently, trying hard to swallow the sourness in his throat, his eyes wandering between Clarks and his mother, and he couldn't tell whether he was envious or something else in his heart.

Xi tilted her head slightly, her silver hair falling from her shoulders. Her eyes were searching as she asked, "Do you need me to summon your Pale Nomad Legion?"

Clarks said without hesitation: "No need." The moment the words fell, a hint of coldness seemed to pass through the air.

Hearing this, Xi raised her eyebrows slightly, but soon returned to her warm smile and turned to look at Guilliman.

The warm sunlight shone on her, outlining her soft features. "Then my Lord Macragge, you will have to pay more attention to me from now on."

Guilliman's chest rose and fell slightly. He took a deep breath and responded solemnly: "I will... Mother." When he said the word "Mother", his tone softened unconsciously, and a different light flashed in his eyes.

After seeing off the two heirs, Xi turned lightly and walked towards the Silver Throne with elegant steps.

The throne, illuminated by the dazzling crystal chandelier, reflected a cool light, forming a wonderful contrast with the gentle aura emanating from her body.

As soon as she sat down, she leaned lazily against the back of the chair, her slender fingers lightly resting on the armrest, a barely perceptible sly smile on her face.

Just now when she was with her sons, she secretly pushed her charm to the extreme.

After all, as a mother, the thought of being contradicted by her own son made her feel uncomfortable, so she simply used her charm to pave a smooth path for communication.

Thinking of Clarks's slightly reserved expression and the glint of envy in Guilliman's eyes, Xi's lips curled up, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest, muttering to herself, "This effect seems quite good."

Her ethereal voice echoed beneath the palace dome. In the vast space, only the cool light emanating from the silver throne accompanied her as she fell into deep thought.

Xi leaned against the silver throne, feeling sleepy in waves. Just when her consciousness was about to fall into chaos, the sound of steady and orderly footsteps came clearly into her ears.

"Koz?" She murmured softly, her voice lazily and confused as if she had just woken up.

The figure of "Koz" walked up the stairs steadily and came quietly behind her.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of strong hands fell on her soft shoulders and began to knead them gently and rhythmically, relieving the fatigue all over her body.

As the opponent's hand movements continued, the face of "Koz" changed strangely, and the original facial features were reshaped like a melted wax figure, finally revealing the true appearance of Alpharius.

When Alpharius transformed into Hydra, he chose Curze's face to disguise himself, and there was careful consideration behind it.

In the eyes of everyone, Koz is a crazy person, like a wild beast that has broken free from its reins. Any outrageous behavior he does seems logical to others.

In this way, even if Hydra's actions are slightly abnormal, they can be regarded as Curze's crazy behavior and get away with it smoothly.

Even better, Clarks and Coates look so similar, they're mirror images.

If his identity is at risk of being exposed, if the other party thinks he is Curze, Hydra can easily claim to be Clarks; if he is mistaken for Clarks, he will disguise himself as Curze. Thanks to the two men's highly similar appearances, coupled with the misalignment of others' preconceived notions of them, Hydra can easily handle any doubts and deftly resolve potential crises.

"Little 20, how did you realize that I was not in Terra and came here instead?" Xi turned his head and looked behind him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and asked his youngest son.

A confident smile appeared on Alpharius's lips, and he kept massaging his hands as he explained in an orderly manner: "The inference is not complicated. You have always favored No. 11 and No. 2. Since they have all been to Macragge, it is very likely that you will come here as well. As for whether you will stay here, you only need to observe the whereabouts of your new brother. Wherever he settles, you will most likely stay there. Moreover, I specialize in intelligence work, so it is easy to find you even without this speculation." As he spoke, he gently lifted Xi's arm with his big hand, and continued to relieve her fatigue with skillful techniques.

Xi's eyes flashed with approval. She leaned back in her chair, enjoying Alpharius's perfect massage. She said leisurely, "Hydra is indeed Hydra. It is meticulous and impeccable."

Alpharius chuckled twice, increasing the pressure on his hands slightly. "Mother, you are too kind. For me, understanding your thoughts is as easy as dismantling an enemy's defenses." His voice then changed the subject, a hint of concern in it. "But why did mother suddenly leave Terra and settle down in Macragge?"

"Can I say that there are too many files on Terra and I don't want to do it anymore? Can I say that?" Xi thought to himself.

She sighed softly, a flicker of worry crossing her face. "The situation is becoming increasingly complex, with undercurrents surging between the various Legions. I heard there were unusual developments in Macragge recently, and I was worried about your brothers, so I rushed here."

Alpharius kneaded Xi's shoulders steadily with his hands, his tone calm: "Recently, I have successfully infiltrated the secret sect." As soon as he finished speaking, his hands froze - Xi's body tensed up instantly.

But in a flash, she relaxed again.

As perceptive as Alpharius was, he naturally wouldn't miss this subtle change. Convinced he'd found the key topic, he continued his massage, "The Esoteric Cult is full of undercurrents, hiding many troublesome artifacts. Some of these individuals' credentials are perhaps comparable to the Emperor's."

Xi nodded slightly, her brow furrowed slightly, her words filled with concern. "The waters are deep there. You must proceed with extreme caution. The elders of the Esoteric Cult are even older than the Emperor, and their reserves of knowledge and power are immense."

While Alpharius skillfully relaxed Xi's shoulder muscles, he slowly dropped the next bombshell: "In the cult, I ran into a woman in a blue dress. She wore nine rings on her ten fingers, and there was an indescribable mysterious aura in her every move." At this point, he clearly felt that Xi's body stiffened again, and her muscles were as taut as strings.

Needless to say, Alpharius concluded that this mysterious woman who appeared in the cult was definitely not a good person and must have some kind of inextricable connection with his mother, otherwise she would not have told him those unknown secrets.

"What did she say to you?" Xi just finished speaking when he realized the urgency in his tone, so he took a deep breath without leaving any trace and tried to calm down.

Then, she adjusted her sitting posture, lying lazily on her side on the silver throne, trying to create a nonchalant look.

"She said she wanted to make a deal with me, promising to give me power beyond my imagination."

Hearing this, Xi's heart sank and he sighed secretly. For a moment, he thought that this child might have gone astray.

However, Alpharius changed the subject: "But I refused."

In an instant, Xi's heart settled down, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes: This child is still conscious.

"Well, even though I refused, she still took the initiative to reveal the greatest secret power of the Esoteric Cult in order to facilitate the deal."

This instantly piqued Xi's curiosity. To what extent had the Esoteric Sect developed? Xi couldn't help but feel itchy.

"Oh? What is the greatest power of Esoteric Buddhism?" Xi asked calmly.

Alpharius's expression was solemn as he spoke slowly, "She claims that the power of the Cabal once provoked a fierce duel between the Old Ones and the Star Gods of the real universe, resulting in mutual destruction on both sides; that it plunged the powerful Necrons into an endless slumber, from which they remain unable to awaken to this day; that the once glorious Eldar declined because of the Cabal, and now only one in ten survives. In ancient times, the Cabal invested in the Emperor and helped humanity enter its Golden Age. Even the current rise of the Imperium was fueled by the Cabal. They have been present throughout countless eras, and the only difference is the amount of power they mobilize."

After hearing this, Xi fell into deep thought.

These things do not sound groundless. Big Blue Bird did invest in the Emperor, but attributing all the achievements to the name of the Esoteric Sect is obviously an exaggeration.

Could it be that the Esoteric Cult is still hiding the four Chaos Evil Gods? Thinking of this, Xi's brows twisted into the shape of a "chuan".

"Recommend me into the secret sect as well! There are some old antiques that I should deal with personally." Xi's eyes were like torches, and his words were filled with unquestionable dominance.

At this moment, she unconsciously clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white - an irrepressible urge surged in her heart, and she wanted to rush into the secret sect immediately and teach those guys who tried to disrupt the situation a lesson.

"Yes, Mother," Alpharius replied respectfully, his hands massaging methodically, soothing Xi's tense muscles. "Don't worry, I'll make the arrangements right away. With your strength, you're nothing to fear from those mysterious individuals in the Esoteric Cult."

In the shadow of the Silver Throne, mother and son sat and stood, seemingly calm, yet a turbulent undercurrent surged. One was about to wield swift and decisive measures to cleanse the taint of the Esoteric Cult, while the other secretly plotted, preparing to escort his mother's actions.

"I've had enough of these troublemakers! It's not enough that they're stirring up trouble in the Warp, now they're reaching out to the real universe, trying to mess things up here too. No, this time we have to teach them a lesson!"

As Xi thought this, his eyebrows raised, anger burned in his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and the powerful aura around him surged like a raging tide.

Now even Alpharius has to stay away from her.

But this further confirmed Alpharius's idea that the old cult members did have a grudge against his mother.

And now it seems that the grudge is quite big.

Looks like I need to infiltrate more Alpharius.

When the time comes, arrest them one by one and put them in the emperor's dark prison.

Chapter 276: Tzeentch himself takes action, huge revelations and a collection of human abstractions

Xi tightly gripped the coffee cup, as curls of hot steam rose, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to those extremely evil beings - the Chaos Gods.

These gods are so abstract that it makes one's scalp tingle. It seems as if they have transcended the torrent of time and their traces can be found in any period.

Once emotions are drawn into the dark and sticky realm they create, they become like spoiled food, completely rotten.

Interstellar travel has quietly begun, and the destination is within reach.

Xi controlled the battleship and landed it steadily on an unknown planet. Upon arrival, the scene before her was beyond her imagination. The forms and behaviors of the planet's inhabitants were eerily abstract.

Xi leaned aside, casting a questioning glance at Alpharius beside him. Alpharius understood, clearing his throat. "According to the line of thought you once taught me, these people have fallen into a quagmire of prostration. Suffering the dual torment of a collapse of faith and natural disasters, their brains have been ravaged by a virus, leading them to believe they've been abandoned by God. Consequently, they've given up everything, completely abandoning all but the most basic needs of food and drink."

"Natural disaster? In my opinion, it's clearly a man-made disaster! They have fallen into this situation thanks to the secret cult behind you. Those people in the secret cult deliberately create disasters when there are no disasters, and fabricate major events out of thin air when there are no major events, with the sole intention of disrupting the situation." Xi's words were sharp, and his eyes were like torches, shooting directly at Alpharius.

Alpharius looked calm, leaning slightly to the side as he led the way. "Mother, I didn't expect you to understand the Esoteric religion so thoroughly," he said tentatively, his voice neither too high nor too low.

"I understand very well." Xi spoke sparingly, and there was a chill in his words.

At this moment, a nauseating smell quietly came over her, causing her stomach to churn. With her years of keen perception, she realized that these auras came from the Esoteric Cult...

She didn't need to understand the teachings of Tantra, she just needed to understand what the Chaos Gods were like.

Led by Alpharius, Xi walked along the winding path.

On both sides of the road, the mottled walls were covered with traces of blood erosion, and the stone pavement underfoot was bumpy and uneven, raising a little dust with every step.

After turning one corner after another and passing through one hidden archway after another, the current headquarters of the secret sect finally appeared before our eyes.

A high platform stood in the center of the base camp, upon which a blue-haired beauty delivered a passionate speech. Her posture was erect, her long blue hair flowing freely like a cascade, and she waved her hands vigorously in the air in time with her speech.

"My compatriots!" Her voice was high and passionate, penetrating. "Are you tired of the Empire's actions? Look at the Empire today: corrupt, rigid, and greedy! Where does the tithe we pay go? Is it invested in the front lines against the xenos, or is it squandered by those pampered aristocrats?"

"The Imperium is rotten, beyond repair! The Regent has turned a blind eye to all this, and the Emperor has allowed it to remain unchecked. Malcador and his minions, in league with the nobles of Terra, are amassing wealth recklessly. Far away in the 500th World, Guilliman, ambitious and secretly plotting a rebellion, is perhaps unknown to you."

The blue-haired beauty's gaze swept across the room, her expression growing increasingly indignant. "But even more outrageous is that every single one of those extermination orders issued due to planetary pollution was wrong! This is nothing more than a power struggle between nobles and interstellar governors!"

"Look at those Astartes, known as the Emperor's Angels!" she said, her tone filled with sarcasm. "They claim to fight for humanity, but what is their reality? Ever since becoming cyborgs, they have utterly despised ordinary humans. They are Genestealers, bred from your offspring, robbing your descendants of their lives, creating such a cold-blooded group of cyborgs. Faced with danger, they will only wear ceramite armor, stay in interstellar orbit, and watch you die. It's simply ridiculous!"

"And those revered as Primarchs are utterly uglier! They treat your lives as cheap bargaining chips, piling them up with impunity. Batch after batch of cyborgs are sent unscrupulously into battle, time and again, with the same tactics, resulting in heavy casualties and no gains. These Primarchs, lacking the shrewd wisdom to strategize, treat the cruelty of war like a joke."

"The Emperor's Guards are even more arrogant and domineering. They sincerely despise everyone and arrogantly believe that they are allies of the Emperor. But in reality, they are just larger cyborgs. When the Emperor's children slaughtered the Guards effortlessly, the Emperor watched coldly, neither stopping them nor expressing regret. In the Emperor's eyes, they are just disposable tools."

"Even ordinary people like us are nothing more than consumables in the eyes of the two giants who aspire to ascend to the altar and control the empire!"

The blue-haired girl moved lithely, suddenly raising her right arm high, her long, azure hair dancing freely. Her gaze blazed as she surveyed the audience, her voice resonating with fervor: "So, join the Cult! The Chaos Gods will bless us, and all the newborn forces of the Warp will walk alongside us. From this moment on, our lives blossom solely for the gods; every beat of our hearts celebrates their coming!"