Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

And now, facing Aurora, he could still feel that subtle embarrassment.

She warmly invited him to join the barbecue, and her sincerity and friendliness made it impossible for him to refuse. No servant of the White King could refuse unless the King invited him to dinner.

Although he felt a little uneasy, Belleville walked towards Aurora.

As he approached, Aurora raised her head and looked at him with her passionate red eyes, a bright smile on her face.

Her smile was like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling Belleville's embarrassment and nervousness.

He smiled and nodded, accepted Aurora's invitation, and joined their barbecue party, sitting in rows with cans next to each other.

Around the campfire, Belleville shared a meal with Aurora and her children, and talked about each other's stories tonight.

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Chapter 43 If you beg me, I can generously let you lick it

"What a pathetic First Legion, what a foolish and arrogant First Legion." Blymay thought to himself.

"They have yet to realize that the secret they cherish, the secret hidden deep within the jungle, has long been discovered by those Martian mechanics. Even those Martian idiots are ready to use this priceless treasure to gain some kind of advantage."

In fact, I didn't have much interest in the deepest secrets of the Mechanicus, but because of the mission, I had to threaten and bribe those oil men on the surface. I didn't expect that it would actually succeed.

The mechanical priest stealthily brought me to a secret corner, looked around like a thief, and confirmed that no one was around.

When he brought his face, which was made up of countless mechanical parts and was no longer recognizable as a human, close to my ear and whispered this shocking secret to me, I couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of absurdity and almost laughed out loud.

Thank me! First Legion, if you hadn't been my comrades, I wouldn't bother with your business.

At the First Legion's station.

Blackmey kicked open the heavy door of the First Legion with a sudden kick. With a deafening roar, the air in the entire legion's base seemed to freeze. The originally peaceful atmosphere was completely broken by this sudden movement.

The soldiers of the First Legion, like awakened forest lions, stared at the uninvited guest, Braimer, with eyes as sharp as knives.

Their bodies were tense, and some of the warriors were not wearing armor, their muscles faintly visible under their clothes, revealing a strength that should not be underestimated.

Blackmey seemed completely oblivious to the hostility around him. With a playful smile on his resolute face, he strode towards the legion commander's desk. He even rudely stepped heavily on the documents Astelan was working on, causing the paper to groan under his feet.

"You bunch of motherless bastards, thank me." Blayme's words were full of provocation and disdain, but his eyes were extremely firm, as if foreshadowing everything that was about to happen.

He leaned close to Astelan's ear and whispered in a low voice. Those words were like an undercurrent, causing Astelan's eyes to undergo complex changes in an instant. Finally, he nodded slowly, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

"Goodbye, you motherless bastards! I still have to attend the bonfire dinner my mother is hosting tonight." There was a bit of contempt and pride in Blackmay's words. He turned around and swaggered towards the gate with an almost ostentatious attitude. Every step he took seemed so arrogant and domineering, as if the entire legion was trembling under his feet.

"Hit him!" Finally, someone couldn't suppress his inner anger, and a roar broke the silence. The soldiers of the First Legion responded like a lit powder keg, and an unstoppable torrent rushed towards Braimai.

The door slammed shut, isolating the noise from the outside world, while inside the door was chaos and fierce fighting.

The dull sound of flesh colliding, the clash of weapons, and the roars and gasps of the warriors intertwined together, forming a cruel and fierce battle scene.

By the bonfire, the warm firelight reflected on the Primarch's beautiful face, adding a unique charm to her.

Belleville sat around the fire with Aurora, enjoying this rare moment of inner peace.

"Mother summoned you, what did you say?" Aurora handed the grilled skewers in her hand to Belleville and asked casually.

Belleville took the skewer, took a bite, and then said slowly, "I'm talking about this mission. I told the king everything about your performance during this mission."

Aurora's face was very calm. While eating the skewers, she stared into Belleville's eyes, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes: "Did mother say anything?"

Belleville shook his head and said, "The Queen didn't say anything. After listening to me, she ordered me to leave."

Aurora felt relieved. After all, she had been a little nervous before, worried that this mission would give her mother a bad impression.

Aurora changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Hey, Belleville, are you not very prominent among the White King's attendants? I rarely see you in the palace or in front of my mother."

Belleville smiled helplessly and answered honestly, "Yes, my strength and experience are both below average among the White King's attendants."

Aurora's eyes flashed with surprise when she heard this, but she quickly regained her composure.

He was able to sneak into the legion quietly in front of his powerful legion commander, and his strength was only below average among the White King's attendants.

She continued, "Who is the most powerful among the White King's attendants?"

Belleville thought for a moment, then said, "Yuanming is the most outstanding and oldest of us, both in terms of strength and experience. He was once our temporary leader, and now he is a role model for all of us."

"he?"

When Aurora heard this, Yuanming's figure appeared in her mind.

That very handsome man always had a scholarly temperament and gave people a gentle and elegant feeling. He reported his work to his mother every day.

It's hard to imagine that he is the strongest among the White King's attendants.

Hearing Aurora's question, Belleville didn't intend to explain too much.

He knew very well that words could not change anything, only real strength could prove everything.

Moreover, he felt that it was actually quite good to treat Aurora as a big king and talk to her like a king.

Poor Blymer, poor Blymer, what can he eat as a legionary commander?

He certainly didn't know what kind of party he had missed, the Primarch's mother grilled kebabs for them herself.

Carl thought so, and everyone in the Second Legion held a skewer in their hands. The barbecue on it had been eaten, and only the skewer was left. They held it in their hands and didn't want to throw it away.

If after the party, if Black Macken asks me, I can be so kind as to give him the skewer in my hand and let him lick it.

After all, we have been comrades for so many years, so I am still very generous.

Unlike these young men from the Second Legion, who hold the sticks in their hands like treasures, they are truly mama's boys.

Generous Carl thought so.

But when Carl saw his mother and Belleville talking with such bright smiles, he waved the skewers in his hands like daggers.

It was as if he mistook the air in front of him for Belleville, cutting him in half.

It wasn't just Karl who was watching Bellville, there were also many Astartes of the Second Legion.

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Chapter 44: What Legion Commander Asked the Primarch to Grill Him

At this time, Braymey came back, dragging his broken body, and it seemed that his leg was broken, and he came back limping.

The White First Legion, why did they break my leg? Even if they had to, they should have broken my hand.

Now, I can’t get the best seat at the party, so I can only stay at the back. I guess Karl and the others are serving beside their mother. Damn it!

Midway through the bonfire dinner in which all the soldiers of the Second Legion were celebrating, the time had quietly passed.

The blazing flames reflected on the faces of every soldier, and the rough laughter and the aroma of barbecue intertwined together, forming a warm and enthusiastic picture.

This gathering was originally organized by the Primarch to get to know her offspring more deeply, and Belville's presence was just for the Primarch to ask some questions.

However, as the dinner progressed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and the soldiers gradually let go of their usual vigilance and restraint.

Braime finally returned to the campfire. He was dragging his feet and his body was a little shaky. It was obvious that he had just experienced a big storm.

He cursed as he walked, "Damn the First Legion! They really don't show any mercy! I even went out of my way to tell them about the leak of their little secret, and they actually dared to hit me, especially my legs. It's why I'm here just now!"

He looked around and saw the Astartes in the gathering sitting densely together, each holding a bamboo stick in their hands.

This was not surprising to him, because his officer Karl always managed to get some new things from other places or the Mechanicus, and this time it was obviously some abstract art he made.

Looking around, Braimer found it difficult to see the Primarch.

As Legion Master, he was supposed to be at the Primarch's side, ensuring her safety and comfort.

So, he patted the shoulder of a soldier in front of him. This soldier was a new member of the legion, named Miles. Brymey could barely remember the names of everyone in the legion, which was one of his responsibilities as a legion commander.

Miles turned around and looked at Braimer with a puzzled look: "Captain, why are you here? Didn't you say you were not going to come?" There was a hint of surprise and confusion in his tone.

"Who said that? I won't come."

Facing the slightly terrifying smile of the legion commander, Miles said hesitantly: "They all said that you were not convinced... by the Primarch, so..." He did not finish his words, but Blackmey already understood what he meant.

Blackmay sighed and said, "Ah, forget it. Go get me some kebabs. I'm hungry." He tried to change the subject and didn't want to dwell on this sensitive issue anymore.

Miles nodded, patted the shoulder of the soldier in front of him, and told him that the legion commander had arrived and he needed some skewers.

The news was passed among the soldiers like a baton, and everyone was excitedly looking forward to serving the legion commander.

However, Braymay felt somewhat helpless.

He looked at Miles: "So what if it's not here? Can't you squeeze in?" There was a hint of blame in his tone.

Miles smiled bitterly and said, "I want to too, but my strength doesn't allow it. If my strength were a little better, you wouldn't be able to see me today. After all, who doesn't want to be closer to the Primarch?" Although his words were somewhat self-deprecating, they also revealed his admiration and yearning for the Primarch.

"Furthermore, the brothers ahead of us are too territorial. They are like a group of vigilant beasts, tightly guarding their territory and only wanting to be closer to the Primarch. I can only pass your request like a baton, which makes the process truly difficult."

"That's not what I'm most afraid of. What I'm most afraid of is that when the news gets to the front, they say they want the Primarch to roast me personally."

The legion commander had a worried look on his face. After all, he knew what the veterans of the Second Legion were.

Miles shrugged helplessly and said, "But honestly, Commander, are you really not going there in person? After all, with your status and position, they will definitely make way for you."

"No." Blackmey was a little hesitant, but he did not move. After all, he just heard that he did not participate because he did not obey the Primarch, which made him a little afraid to meet the Primarch.

Brightman and Miles looked at the bonfire in the center, which was already surrounded by the Astartes of the Second Legion. Laughter and the aroma of barbecue wafted out from there, creating an extremely lively scene.

Braime was now on the periphery, several hundred meters away from the central bonfire.

The warmth and light here are just a distant and vague existence to him.

He could now see the legion commander's face clearly, still relying on the torches standing around him.

The torches swayed in the night wind, emitting a faint but firm light, like tiny stars in the darkness.

"The commander wants some grilled skewers."

"The commander wants a bunch of skewers."

"Legislator Braymey asked the Primarch to grill the skewers."

Every sentence was different, some were exaggerated, some were even extremely outrageous, but to their gentle Primarch, he just smiled.

……

Near the Mother of Genes' territory, people dared not talk loudly and could only whisper, passing their words carefully to Carl's ears like a baton.

When Karl heard this, a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"Legion Commander Braimer wants to eat kebabs grilled by the Primarch?" He wondered in his heart what kind of ambition and courage Braimer had to say such bold words.

It made him suspicious.

But when he saw Belleville talking happily with the Mother of Genes next to her, Carl knew that he might have to let Braimer down today.

However, he already had a plan in mind. After this incident, he would give Blackmey the precious toaster he had stolen from the Mechanicus as compensation.

"Mother." Carl took a deep breath and interrupted the conversation between the Mother of Genes and Belleville. He said respectfully, "Captain Brymay wants to eat the kebabs you baked yourself."

The Mother of Genes was slightly startled, then she smiled gently. She handed the skewers to Carl and said, "Well, then you give it to him."

Karl took the skewers, but he was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the Mother of Genes would agree to this request so easily.

However, he quickly regained his composure and continued, "He also said he would challenge Lord Belleville."

As soon as these words came out, the air around them seemed to freeze. Carl nervously waited for the reaction of the Mother of Genes and Belleville.

Belleville, I want you to lose.

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Chapter 45 Showdown

Battle between Brymer and Belleville.

The soldiers of the Second Legion specially built a spectacular arena for this competition and invited everyone to watch.

Their hearts were filled with anger and desire to challenge Belleville. After all, he had a close relationship with the mysterious Mother of Genes. How could this not arouse everyone's jealousy and anger?

Braime stood in the center of the arena, wearing a slightly gorgeous battle uniform and holding a long sword that gleamed with cold light.

These were all given to him by Carl. After all, without Carl's help, he might have to face Belleville wearing clothes torn by the First Legion, but that would be too detrimental to the dignity of the Second Legion.

The clothes he was wearing were just for convenience and looked good, and they had no protective effect.

Although deep down he was not keen on this kind of duel, he still preferred to deal with some legion affairs and strategic issues, but as the strongest and most powerful Astartes in the legion, he needed to calm the anger in the hearts of the soldiers of the Second Legion.

The most important thing was that the Mother Primarch's eyes were always on him.