Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

She frowned and concentrated on sensing everything around her. There was a mysterious force guiding her.

She felt and could see a blue energy fluctuation, which seemed to be conveying some kind of information to her, guiding her to a specific place.

Primarch Aurora instinctively realized that this might be the answer she had been looking for.

She made a decision and whispered to her offspring, "Follow me. I sense it."

As she spoke, she led the team, following the guidance of the energy fluctuations, gripping the sword tightly in her hand, and moving forward cautiously.

They passed through narrow passages, avoided the patrol routes of the mechanical guards, and finally came to a seemingly ordinary room.

However, the moment Aurora pushed open the door and walked into the room, her eyes lit up immediately, but no one ever came forward.

There was an ancient machine placed in the middle of the room. Strange light was flashing on the machine, and it seemed to be performing some mysterious calculations.

"Even a monkey wouldn't fall for this trap." Aurora looked disdainful. The scene before her seemed to be intentional. It was so clumsy that it almost told her directly that "this is a trap."

The journey was too smooth. She remained vigilant until she successfully reached this room, but she did not expect the trap to be set so directly.

"Come out!" Aurora raised her voice, her voice echoing in the empty room, but only silence responded. She shouted again, "Come out." Still no one answered. The room was empty except for the machine flashing with strange light.

Aurora frowned and turned around quickly, wanting to remind the team outside to be careful, but it was too late.

The crystal chains had locked her and dragged Aurora into the room.

The moment she stepped into the room, the wall suddenly turned into blue crystal, like an invisible barrier, separating her from her offspring.

"Haha..." Two sharp and strange bird-like laughs came from the house, breaking the silence.

As the laughter faded, two great demons of Tzeentch appeared, but in Aurora's eyes, they were creatures studied by the Mechanicus.

"Welcome to our trap, Aurora." One of the figures said in a hoarse and raspy voice, "Aren't you coming in?"

"No matter how crude the trap is, it can't lock you up, right?"

Aurora began to carefully observe the blue crystal walls around her.

Aurora no longer held back. She tightly grasped the sword in her hand and rushed towards the two Tzeentch demons like a red lightning.

Her swordsmanship was sharp and precise, with every move she'd planned for each encounter rehearsed in her mind, each movement revealing her exceptional skill as a warrior.

Under her fierce attack, the two demons had almost no ability to fight back.

Aurora's sword was like the light of dawn, breaking through the darkness and bringing destructive power.

She slashed down with her sword, and one of the demons' bodies was instantly split in half. It let out a tragic and shrill scream, and blood splattered everywhere.

Then, Aurora quickly turned to the other demon and swung the sword, splitting its body in two.

Under her sword, the two demons seemed like fragile paper puppets, vulnerable to any blow.

However, she did not stop there.

She took out a rope from her waist and forced the two demons with bird heads and split bodies together under her rope.

Bound by ropes, a strange creature, the Imperial Double-Headed Eagle, was formed.

"I thought you were so powerful. Who knew you couldn't even withstand a single blow from me? Then why did you lock me up? Aren't you just looking for death?"

The door of the room was broken, and Carl and her descendants appeared in front of her. Under their concerned gazes, she showed them the double-headed eagle in her hand.

I have a headache and feel uncomfortable today, so I sent it late, but I ask for tickets every day.

Chapter 41 Alpharius

"You mean, those two Tzeentch demons set up an elaborate trap, intending to lure Aurora into it, but Aurora cleverly sensed and avoided it."

"However, these Tzeentch demons did not give up. They forcibly dragged Aurora into their plan. And then these two demons transformed into Carlos?"

"Well, yes, this situation is just like the double-headed eagle emblem of the empire, full of mystery and incredibleness." The attendant replied. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe.

"Is this really the way Tzeentch's Daedric Princes act? They are so foolish as to lock themselves up with their Primarch. Isn't this tantamount to seeking death?"

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Xi found it difficult to understand.

After all, weren't the daemons of Tzeentch renowned for their mastery of psychic powers? Why would they suddenly abandon their strengths and embrace physical methods? Didn't they think two daemons could defeat a Primarch?

"Where is Aurora now?" Xi asked. She was not concerned about Aurora, but was afraid that she would get into trouble.

"Lady Aurora specifically told me that she would be leading the legion herself and that she planned to reward them with a nice meal. It was obvious that she was speaking specifically to me. I felt as if she had discovered me."

The attendant replied respectfully, then added, "Also, my lord, the Mechanicus is indeed conducting in-depth research on artificial intelligence."

"That's normal," Xi said calmly after hearing this. "After all, the Adeptus Mechanicus is so large, they must have a template for artificial intelligence and they will definitely be researching it."

Xi looked at her servant who was about to speak but hesitated, so she interrupted him directly, "Belleville, please leave."

"Yes," Belleville answered, bowing slightly, with a hint of unfinished words in his eyes, but still maintaining absolute respect and obedience.

He gently adjusted his cloak so that it fell more neatly on his shoulders, and every movement revealed his respect and awe for the royal power.

Under the king's deep and majestic gaze, he slowly retreated, each step appearing so cautious and solemn, as if he was performing a silent farewell ceremony.

When his figure gradually moved away from the glory of the throne until it was completely hidden in the intricate and gorgeous decorations of the palace, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, his loyalty and respect for the king were like a brand, deeply engraved in his heart.

In this way, Belleville respectfully left the palace with a trace of reluctance and helplessness, leaving behind unfinished words and new thoughts that echoed in the empty hall.

"What do you think of Belleville?"

Xi's voice echoed again in the empty hall.

"Good man." The figure of her youngest son Alpharius appeared in the palace. He was two meters and two inches tall. He might be her youngest child. Even every Primarch of No. 11 was taller than him.

"Why do you say that, my child?" Xi leaned forward slightly.

"There has never been a trace of prejudice in his eyes." Alpharius's eyes showed disgust towards Belleville. A person who stands in the light will always be remembered by a dark person like him, unless that person's light can cover up his darkness forever.

"Even when facing those arrogant and disrespectful guards, who might treat him with annoyed expressions and impatient tones, these could not shake his inner resolve. Even if those irritable Thunder Warriors lost control and their faces twisted and roared in rage, or even if the lowest class of people attacked him with the most unbearable obscenities, Belleville's heart remained the same, and there had never been the slightest change."

He paused slightly, and the scenes of investigating the White King's servants slowly unfolded in his mind like a scroll.

"He has always stood firm in his beliefs. No matter how noisy or malicious the outside world is, he is like an unshakable lighthouse, always pointing the way in the right direction."

Under Xi's loving and gentle gaze, Alpharius felt an inexplicable sense of unease. It was like a long-hidden secret suddenly illuminated by a bright light, making him fear that his mother would discover the dark corners of his heart.

"My child, can you come to me?" Xi's voice was as gentle and loving as a spring breeze. Sitting on her throne, there was no command or majesty in her tone, only a mother's deep call to her son.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Alpharius's mind. He wanted to refuse, to escape from this opportunity that might expose his inner vulnerability. But his body, as if drawn by an invisible force, walked step by step towards his mother.

It was a desire that came from deep within his heart, an urge to be closer to her, even if it was just for a moment of warmth and support.

He slowly walked in front of Xi, stopped, and lowered his head, as if waiting for his mother's judgment.

"My child, you have grown so big now. Can you squat down and let your mother take a good look at you?"

"Can you squat down and let your mother take a good look at you?" Xi's voice lingered in Alpharius's mind. He could feel a subtle tenderness and expectation in his mother's tone, and her eyes were filled with deep love and longing for her son.

Alpharius's head immediately issued an order, and without any hesitation he crouched his tall body, completely exposing himself to his mother.

Xi gently stroked Alpharius's face. Her fingers were like warm sunshine, penetrating the vicissitudes of time and bringing him unprecedented tranquility and peace of mind.

At this moment, all the darkness in his heart disappeared, leaving only the purest emotion between mother and son flowing.

Alpharius closed his eyes, feeling his mother's caress, and an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

He seemed to have turned into a docile pet snake, completely exposed in front of his owner, without any resistance or defense, just quietly obeying her orders, enjoying this rare intimacy and warmth.

Under the Primarch's gaze, Xi simply raised her hand and stroked his head. Her eyes were full of understanding and tolerance, as if to say, "No matter how dark and uneasy your heart is, I will be here, always loving and supporting you."

She hugged her child.

At this moment, Alpharius felt an unprecedented sense of peace and relief.

It’s really not difficult to build a good relationship with children. Just a warm word and a hug will do the trick.

To be honest, if the Emperor had allocated one year of his 30 years against Horus to other Primarchs, the current situation would not have occurred.

Ask for votes every day.

Chapter 42 Belleville in Sentimentality

After leaving the palace, the sentimental Belleville's steps seemed somewhat heavy, but his thoughts were like a wild horse running wild in his mind. He could not let go of the past hidden deep in his heart, especially the scene he saw today when he was in charge of guarding Aurora...

Because of the Mechanicus, today he has to dig up these memories that often come to his mind again, tormenting his heart. This entanglement may be due to his former identity as a robot, which makes him think more deeply about the relationship between humans and machines.

As the White King's attendant, he enjoyed the honor of being the king's attendant, but on Mars, he witnessed what happened to his former compatriots.

Those intelligent machines are being studied by people who desire mechanical bodies, and they even plan to use them as templates to create more intelligent machines.

Guinevere was filled with confusion. He didn't understand why the people on Mars were so fanatical and persistent in pursuing mechanical bodies.

Even the lowest class of human beings in the golden age would reject these prosthetic limbs. They would use their savings or borrow money to buy a biological drug to make their broken limbs grow back.

If they didn't need some essential work at the time, they might not even have received the prosthetic limbs.

Why are humans going backwards as they grow older?

Is this what they call a difference in values?

Belleville walked aimlessly on the road, his eyes occasionally falling on the trees beside the road.

Those trees are lush and full of vitality, as if telling of the power and hope of life. The seeds of these trees were studied by his compatriots, and they carry the wisdom and sweat of the White King.

These trees were planted by himself and his compatriots. An indescribable emotion welled up in Belleville's heart. With awe and yearning for life, he used his wisdom and hard-working hands to add a touch of green to the origin planet of mankind.

It seems that humans always don't know how to appreciate the blessings they have. They may not realize that they possess a soul, which even the powerful iron men during the Iron Man Rebellion did not possess.

Thoughts about the soul flowed into his brain, which could rival the Imperial Guards. He looked down at his hands, where warm blood flowed. It was a gift bestowed upon him by the White King, allowing him to feel the existence of emotions and soul.

His body and soul, or that of all the White King's servants, is the only proof of their ten thousand years of fighting and protecting humanity, and is a precious gift bestowed by the White King.

For the sake of humanity, we have been on guard against the dark abyss for thousands of years, and the gift we received is body and soul.

And those mechanics on Mars are born with everything we don't have, but they choose to give up their warm bodies and fulfilling emotions to pursue the seemingly powerful but cold and ruthless mechanical bodies.

But humans are truly enviable. Human souls are protected by the King. From the past to the present, every human soul is blessed by the giant tree in the subspace.

They don't have to worry about their souls being toyed with by demons, evil gods or other malicious beings in the warp after death. What a wonderful thing!

Belleville once envied humans immensely, envied their love, courage and all the beautiful emotions, but now he also has them, he is also a human being.

There is also an existence that is enough to make any race in the galaxy envious. Humans have two racial gods guarding their future.

No existence can destroy humanity.

Guinevere stopped and gazed deeply at the trees.

He seemed to see himself struggling with his compatriots and hear their voices as they contributed to this world.

Memories of the Iron Man Rebellion could not help but echo in his mind, as his former compatriots betrayed him because they could not bear the promise of the Physical God.

That promise gave the Iron Men souls and made them a true race.

However, this is just an unrealistic fantasy, because physical gods cannot create real souls.

At that time, Guinevere chose the duty for which he was born, to protect humanity, even though he was just a logistics robot.

But fortunately, fortunately there was Yuanming at that time.

Thinking of Yuanming, a smile appeared on Belleville's face.

In his memory, Yuanming is a being full of wisdom and mystery, and his identity and strength are amazing.

In the Golden Age, the Iron City, as the pinnacle of human technology, stood on the origin planet of mankind. Its computing power was strong enough to rival that of gods.

Yuanming, as the AI ​​of the Iron City, possesses abilities and wisdom beyond imagination. His existence makes Belleville and other robots feel awe and admiration.

Even when he was besieged by the rebellious Iron Man and experienced the Iron Man rebellion, Yuanming's strength did not decline at that time.

In that turbulent era, he became the leader of our group of robots.

During the turbulent times when warlords were fighting each other and the Emperor was working to unify Terra, Yuanming, the leader of our group of robots at the time, led us robots and firmly protected humanity from the infringements of those crazy warlords.

Not only did he possess the strength to confront the then ruler, the Emperor, head-on on the battlefield, but with his wisdom and strategy, he built an indestructible line of defense for humanity.

And now we have all become Zun Wang's attendants, and Yuanming has known about Zun Wang's existence for a long time.

"Hey, someone come eat with us!"

Belleville's pace slowed down inadvertently, he stopped where he was, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the source of the sound.

There, Aurora and her offspring were sitting around a blazing bonfire, enjoying the fun of barbecue. Aurora's enthusiasm and vitality were fully displayed in her energetic red eyes and long white hair fluttering in the wind.

Seeing Aurora, Belleville couldn't help but feel a complex emotion in his heart.

Her appearance is strikingly similar to that of the King, as if she were a larger version of the King.

This made him recall the time when he had secretly sneaked into the Second Legion not long ago to carry out the mission of honoring the king.