Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Clarks stroked his chin and said after some thought, "But we must also prevent religious forces from expanding excessively and interfering with normal management order. We need to formulate clear rules and define the boundaries of religious activities so that they can play a role within the framework of promoting planetary development."

At this moment, a glint flashed in Coz's eyes, and he said, "Perhaps we could use religious festivals to hold activities such as harvest celebrations. This would not only strengthen people's sense of religious identity, but also create a positive production atmosphere, allowing everyone to love their land and work more in the joy of it."

Guilliman smiled appreciatively, applauded, and slowly spoke, "You've said it well. Religious guidance is crucial to the spiritual development of agricultural planets. We need to leverage its positive power while maintaining a proper balance. We must ensure that religion becomes a force for planetary progress, not a hindrance. Like so many aspects of planetary management, balance is crucial. Next, let's discuss how to increase the interest of the younger generation in agricultural production on agricultural planets..."

Just when the atmosphere in the Primarchs' classroom was getting lively, the communication equipment suddenly made a crisp sound.

Guilliman glanced subconsciously and found that the communication request came from Aurora.

The Lord of Ultramar felt something in his heart, and vaguely felt that it was not appropriate to answer the call in front of everyone at this moment. After all, the content of the communication between him and Aurora in the correspondence and letters was mostly private.

However, the perceptive Curze seemed to see through Guilliman's thoughts. He grinned broadly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Go ahead, teacher. Aurora won't discuss with you again about the most comfortable temperature for a hot spring bath or whether drinking alcohol is more pleasant while soaking in a hot spring."

After hearing this, Clarks and Sevatar were both surprised.

Especially Clarks, as a Primarch raised by workers, he was really surprised to hear such a novel and somewhat humorous topic. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It seems that the rumors are not groundless. It seems that his sister is really as the outside world says, and has long been deeply captured by the ambitious Guilliman.

Guilliman had not expected Curze to be so straightforward and expose these things in front of everyone. He suddenly felt his face getting hot and coughed unnaturally, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Guilliman reached out and pressed the communication button, and in an instant, Aurora's holographic projection appeared clearly in front of everyone.

Aurora, now dressed in casual clothes, her voluptuous thighs exposed, eagerly stretched out her bare arms, trying to quickly grab Guilliman. Apparently, in her excessive anxiety, she forgot that it was only a projection, and her grasp was in vain.

Aurora looked panicked, her voice filled with worry and anxiety as she blurted out, "Guilliman, this is bad! The Emperor has just ordered us to destroy the perfect city that Lorgar meticulously built. We must do this personally, in front of Lorgar and his Word Bearers."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman's expression instantly became serious.

The Lord of Ultramar knew very well that there must be complex and serious considerations behind this order.

"Perfect City", this is not only the destruction of a city, but also a heavy blow to Lorgar and his Word Bearers Legion, which is very likely to trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions.

Especially for believers like them.

"Did the Emperor explain the reason?" Guilliman asked Aurora with a frown.

Aurora shook her head helplessly and said, "No, the order was brief, emphasizing only that it must be carried out. But I suspect it may be related to Lorgar's recent extreme religious behavior. Some of his actions seem to have seriously violated the Emperor's original vision for the construction of human faith."

Curze, standing by, couldn't help but whistle and jokingly said, "Hey, this is a really tricky task. Lorgar considers that city his most precious treasure. If we destroy it right in front of him, won't he fight us to the death?"

Clarks analyzed with a serious face: "This is indeed a difficult problem. If not handled properly, it is likely to cause conflict between the Legions. We must act cautiously, both to complete the Emperor's orders and to avoid unnecessary bloodshed."

Sevatar nodded slightly and added, "That's right. We also have to consider the reaction of the Word Bearers Legionnaires. They have deep feelings for Lorgar and the city. If not handled properly, it could easily lead to serious consequences such as a mutiny."

Guilliman took a deep breath and said with a firm gaze, "No matter how difficult it is, the Emperor's orders must be carried out. We must formulate a comprehensive plan to complete the task as smoothly as possible. Aurora, you should first collect detailed information about the Perfect City, including its defense facilities, personnel distribution, etc. We will also discuss the specific action plan immediately." After speaking, Guilliman fell into deep thought, and his mind began to quickly calculate various possibilities and response strategies.

Aurora responded quickly: "Okay, Guilliman, I'll get to it right away. I'll send it to you after I've gathered the information." With that, her holographic projection disappeared.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, as everyone was thinking about the difficult task they were about to face.

Guilliman was the first to break the silence, saying, "We need to take a long-term view. Acting rashly will only make the situation worse. Lorgar may be extreme, but he is not foolish. A direct attack with a fleet will inevitably meet with stubborn resistance."

Curze frowned and rubbed his chin. "Why not try communicating with Lorgar first? Tell him the Emperor's orders. Perhaps he'll voluntarily abandon the Perfect City and avoid a fierce battle."

Clarks, however, expressed his doubts. "Given Lorja's dedication to his beliefs and his work, I'm afraid communication will be difficult. He might think we're deliberately making things difficult for him, and thus become even more determined to resist."

Sevatar nodded in agreement with Clarks's point. "Indeed, Lorgar sees this city as the perfect embodiment of his religious ideals. It's almost impossible for him to give it up so easily. We must think of a more subtle approach."

Guilliman pondered for a moment before saying, "The situation is currently unclear. Let's wait for Aurora to transmit detailed information before discussing further. However, I must also begin preparations here. I will also be gathering intelligence on the Word Bearers and the City of Perfection."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere in the classroom relaxed slightly.

However, Curze suddenly changed the subject and asked curiously, "Hey, Guilliman, I really want to ask you, what is your relationship with our Aurora sisters and No. 11 Huile?"

Guilliman looked calm and honest as he replied, "It's just a pure brother-sister relationship."

Curze, Sevatar, and even Clarks all showed doubt on their faces. Obviously, no one believed what Guilliman said.

Clarks was even more suspicious. As the son of a worker, he couldn't understand why Guilliman would discuss private topics such as hot springs with Aurora if they were just siblings.

In his opinion, this is really not in the scope of normal communication between brothers and sisters, and there must be something else hidden.

……

On the Sun's Glory at this time.

Hui Le said with a smug look on his face, "This plan seems to be very successful. When the time comes, we won't be fighting two against one like bandits, but three against one. If we add Jonson and Leman Russ, it will be five against one. Even if the Word Bearers want to resist in the end, it will be like an egg hitting a rock, and it won't make any waves at all."

Aurora frowned slightly, a look of worry on her face. "Tell me, isn't this a bit inappropriate for us to do this? Originally, this was just a matter between our two legions and the Word Bearers, but now so many legions are involved."

Huile immediately retorted, "But if we don't do this, how can we defeat the Word Bearers? If both sides completely fall out in the end, even if we can win, we will surely suffer heavy losses. You must understand that the Emperor does not care too much about us Primarchs. He only cares about whether his territory has expanded."

Aurora heard what Hui Le said and did not refute it.

In her understanding, the emperor was indeed as Hui Le described.

The Emperor was like a merciless whip, raised high and lashing heavily on the backs of the other Primarchs, spurring and forcing them non-stop, driving them to continuously capture more planets and expand the territory of the Empire. As for the hardships and sacrifices faced by the Primarchs in this process, it seemed that these were not the Emperor's primary considerations.

Among the many Primarchs, Aurora was not alone in her understanding of the Emperor.

Almost all the Primarchs had similar feelings to a greater or lesser extent.

In their eyes, the Emperor was like a stern ruler hanging high in the sky, wielding the invisible whip in his hand mercilessly, constantly urging them to march towards the depths of the endless universe and conquer planets one by one.

The Emperor's obsession with territorial expansion made the Primarchs feel like tools to achieve his grand goals.

Although they shoulder important missions and work hard to expand the territory of the human empire, their personal emotions and fatigue seem insignificant in the Emperor's grand blueprint.

This realization quietly spread among the Primarchs, becoming part of their complex emotions towards the Emperor, mixed with awe, helplessness, and a hint of unspeakable resentment.

Chapter 291: Jonson: Ambitious Guilliman

"So, all we have to do now is to pin Lorgar to the ground and make him watch the perfect city he built with his own hands turn to ashes. Of course, his Word Bearers must also watch."

Leman Russ said this harshly in the communication channel.

Then came Jonson's cold, heartless voice: "If Lorgar dares to resist, I will cut off his limbs and force him to witness the destruction of the Perfect City."

Hearing such harsh words from Jonson, the other Primarchs could not help but break out in a sweat.

Jonson was still Jonson, he was still the beast.

Huile turned his head and glanced at Aurora.

Aurora quickly continued, "It's not that necessary. We're bringing five legions with us this time. If Lorjia senses the situation is not good, he won't dare to act rashly. Even if it means destroying his perfect city, he will have to think twice."

"Five legions? Whose extra legion does it belong to?" Zhuang Sen's tone was filled with confusion, and at the same time he felt a vague sense of crisis.

After all, as the Primarch of the First Legion, he had always been keen on forming small circles.

Especially when forming a small circle among the original brothers and sisters, they have always been resistant to the joining of other brothers.

However, Leman Russ was an exception among exceptions and was barely accepted by him.

"It's Robert!" said Aurora.

On the other end of the line, Zhuang Sen's tone suddenly became extremely fierce: "Aurora, Huile, stay away from Guilliman! He appears ambitious on the surface, but in reality, he hides even greater, unimaginable ambitions. Guilliman has never been content. Although he is indeed excellent, it is all due to his ambition..."

For the next ten minutes, the three Primarchs were forced to listen to Jonson's endless sermon about how ambitious Guilliman was, repeating the same two points in their minds.

"I'm talking, are you listening? Are you understanding me?" Zhuang Sen's angry voice came, accompanied by the sound of his palm slamming heavily on the table, and the guards beside him shuddered in fear.

Due to the enormous power of the Primarch, the entire table fell apart in an instant.

If it weren't for the distance, Jonson thought to himself, he would have punched Leman Russ on the head.

"Yes, yes, yes." Leman Russ responded quickly. As an emotionally intelligent Space Wolf, he must know that the current atmosphere is not right.

Unexpectedly, the angry Jonson calmed down immediately: "Okay, then repeat what I just said about the dangers of Guilliman."

"..." Leman Russ fell silent. He felt that he had given too much face to this "cat-faced" who always liked to make a lot of noise and breathe everywhere.

But it's still for the sake of brotherhood.

Leman Russ was silent for a moment, trying to piece together what Jonson had just said. "Um... Guilliman is ambitious. His ambition drives him to do all sorts of unruly things that could be harmful to us."

After Leman Russ finished speaking, he was muttering to himself that what he said was really not very confident. He was even drowsy from listening to it.

Jonson snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. "Just a few words? You haven't listened carefully! Guilliman's ambition will destroy the balance between our Primarchs. He wants to reshape the Imperium in his own way, with no regard for our wishes or the Emperor's long-term plans. He pretends to work diligently for the Imperium, but in reality he is accumulating power and influence for himself. If you get too close to him, you will sooner or later be dragged into his vortex of ambition."

Aurora rubbed her temple helplessly and said, "Jonson, we know you have opinions about Guilliman, but we need his strength for this operation. The Word Bearers are not so easy to deal with. One more legion means one more guarantee. Moreover, our goals are the same: to carry out the Emperor's orders."

Hui Le also echoed: "Yes, after we resolve the Word Bearers issue, it won't be too late to pay attention to Guilliman's movements. If the internal conflicts affect the action now, it will be more trouble than gain."

Jonson frowned and thought for a moment. "Hmph, I hope you understand. After this operation, you must all stay away from him. Guilliman's ambition is like a time bomb. There's no telling when it could explode, threatening us all."

Leman Russ quickly changed the subject. "Alright, alright, let's quickly discuss how to deal with Lorgar. How should the five legions divide the work? Which direction should we attack from? We need to plan all of this carefully."

Everyone then turned their attention back to the actions against the Word Bearers and the destruction of the Perfect City. Heated discussions were heard again on the communication channel, and the atmosphere was tense and serious.

……

The Indomitable Truth sped through the vast starry sky, entered the subspace, and soon arrived at the Taiping star field.

Logically speaking, it is Lorga's responsibility to clear out all aliens in this star field.

Now, however, the task fell to the First Legion.

On the shoulders of the Dark Angel.

The Dark Angels are conducting a covert operation.

Jonson waited patiently in this star region for the other Primarchs to arrive.

Before they arrived, Jonson decided to kill all the aliens nearby.

If it were in the 40k era, it would take at least a dozen months, or even a year, to clean up these aliens.

But now, it is Primarch Jonson who faces these aliens.

Even though it took less than a day to clear out these aliens, in Zhuangsen's eyes, the efficiency of the cleanup was still too low.

He felt that with his own abilities and the strength of the Dark Angels, this should have been a task that could be completed more quickly.

On every planet in the Taiping Star Region, the aliens watched the Dark Angels falling from the sky like the god of death, and suddenly felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

The chainsaw sword in the Dark Angel's hand spun rapidly, and the teeth cut into the alien's body mercilessly, instantly tearing their flesh and blood apart, revealing the white bones abruptly. The scene was bloody and cruel.

Many aliens died without even having time to scream, falling straight into the abyss of death.

In this star field, countless aliens were like lambs to be slaughtered, suffering such a brutal massacre, with blood flowing as if to dye the land of the planet crimson.

As the Dark Angels advanced, the alien nests were destroyed one by one.

Those alien races that usually lurk in the darkness and wreak havoc are now powerless under the iron hoof of Primarch Jonson and the Dark Angels Legion.

Zhuang Sen led the charge, the Primarch's figure moving among the alien swarms like a ghost.

The weapon in his hand symbolized strength and majesty. Every time he swung it, it would bring about a bloody storm, and large numbers of aliens were turned into dust under his attack.

His eyes were cold and resolute, as if the aliens in this star field were just insignificant obstacles on his way forward.

The Dark Angels carried out their hunting missions in an orderly manner with strict discipline and tacit cooperation.

They work in groups of three or five, covering each other and coordinating their operations.

The roar of the chainsaw sword and the roar of the alien are intertwined, forming a melody of death.

Some of the smarter aliens seemed to realize that the disaster was inevitable and began to try to escape.

However, how could the Dark Angels let them go so easily?

In the sky, gunboats roared past, spewing out tongues of fire, blowing the alien fleet trying to escape the planet into pieces.

Those alien spaceships that managed to take off were turned into fleeting sparks in the starry sky under the powerful fire suppression of the Dark Angels.

As time went by, the Taiping star field, which was originally filled with aliens, gradually returned to peace.

The surface of the planet is covered with alien debris and emits a disgusting smell.

Standing on a planet covered in alien nests, Jonson looked down at the devastation and wondered about the progress of the other Primarchs.

This action against the Word Bearers and the City of Perfection was only the prelude to a greater storm, and he had to ensure that this star field was completely cleared of aliens before the arrival of other Primarchs, laying a solid foundation for subsequent actions.

Zhuang Sen pondered this and felt that he had to take the initiative.

This was by no means an impulsive or arbitrary decision on his part, but was based on careful consideration of the actual situation.

In his eyes, Aurora has always been soft-hearted, and when dealing with such thorny issues, she will inevitably miss the opportunity to fight because of her soft-heartedness; Huile is just a "scholar", although he has wisdom, he may lack decisiveness in killing on the battlefield; Leman Russ is like a savage, acting too rashly, lacking long-term planning and detailed strategies; as for Guilliman, in Johnson's view, this man is ambitious and wants to split the empire, and his mind is not on the real goal of this operation at all.

They either have shortcomings in their abilities, or their style of doing things makes it difficult for people to trust them, or they even have ulterior ambitions.

As the Emperor's "black hand", he knew the dark side of the Empire hidden beneath its glorious appearance, and was clearly aware that Lorgar's mistake had already occurred. If it was not curbed and allowed to spread, it would inevitably lead to more serious consequences.

In order to prevent Lorgar's mistakes from spreading like a plague and affecting the deeper foundations of the empire, he felt that it was his duty to take the initiative.

As the Word Bearers' battleship slowly passed through the area, all around was quiet.

The scene that was once filled with alien noise and chaos is now completely gone.