Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

It was precisely because of her trust in him that Aurora safely stored these items on the Glory of Macragge.

In reality, these items are anything but ordinary.

Neither Aurora nor Guilliman noticed anything unusual, but their sister Huile could hear it. Whenever she got close to these objects, it was as if countless whispers lingered in her ears. The voices were like ghosts, faintly revealing uneasiness and danger.

It was because of the threat that Hui Le perceived that he finally decided to entrust the responsibility of preserving these items to Guilliman.

Because Guilliman is really awesome.

The surroundings were silent and he did not hear any of the whispers that Hui Le described. However, these objects flashed with strange light from time to time.

Every time the light came on, it was like a silent reminder, making Guilliman more and more aware that his understanding of these psychic items was far from enough.

He had no idea what kind of power and secrets were hidden behind these flickering lights.

He has been studying it for a long time.

He frowned, lost in thought.

In my previous knowledge and experience, I have never encountered such an elusive psychic item.

Although they are now properly sealed, the light that appears from time to time seems to suggest potential instability.

For such an existence full of unknowns, the slightest carelessness may lead to unpredictable consequences.

He thought to himself that perhaps he should call upon the psychic experts in the Legion to conduct an in-depth study of these items. Only in this way could he better control the situation, ensure the safety of the Macragge's Glory and the entire Legion, and live up to his sisters' trust in properly keeping these mysterious and dangerous items.

After 0.013 seconds, the idea of ​​calling in psychic experts to study these items was ultimately rejected.

After all, these things related to the subspace and psychic energy were all seized by Aurora from the alien race.

Those alien races are full of unknowns and weirdness, and their related items contain immeasurable risks.

No one knows whether researching these items will cause disturbances in the subspace or release dangerous forces unique to alien races.

If we conduct research rashly and make mistakes, the consequences will be disastrous.

It could put the Macragge's Glory in danger, and even endanger the entire Legion.

Furthermore, the origins of these items are shrouded in mystery, and almost nothing is known about their potential impact and effects.

After weighing the pros and cons, Guilliman felt it would be better not to study it.

At present, the top priority is to ensure the safe storage of these items to avoid irreparable disasters to oneself and the surrounding areas due to any improper actions.

After all, the Primarch was not afraid of the powerful, he was only afraid of the mysterious, the incomprehensible, the inexplicable.

After Guilliman left, the pen and the branch, the sword and the scabbard.

He attacked as if possessing wisdom.

No one obeys anyone.

As Guilliman entered the office, he heard the noisy sound of playing cards.

"A 13." someone shouted.

"No." came the response immediately.

"A 10."

"No."

"A five."

"No."

"A four."

"No."

At this time, Aurora's voice sounded: "This is a four."

Coates responded matter-of-factly: "Yeah, I know I don't want it."

In the office, everyone sat together playing cards, and the atmosphere was warm and relaxed.

In the intervals between busy military duties, such scenes brought everyone a moment of rest.

Guilliman looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Although his thoughts were interrupted by the noise, he also felt a little relieved when he saw everyone's rare relaxation.

Guilliman smiled and shook his head, then walked towards the group of people playing cards.

"You guys are really good at taking a break from your busy schedule." The voice was a little teasing.

They all looked up to see it was Guilliman, still with a relaxed smile on his face.

Aurora said as she sorted the cards in her hand, "After dealing with so many military affairs in a row, you need to relax a bit."

Coz also agreed: "Yes, playing cards occasionally can soothe your nerves, so that you can work more efficiently afterwards."

Guilliman nodded in understanding, his gaze fixed on the card table. "It seems you're having a great time. Who has the best chance of winning this round?"

Aurora excitedly pointed at the cards in her hand and said, "I feel like I

This opportunity is quite good, it all depends on whether we can draw out all the big cards in their hands."

Guilliman watched with interest as another round of cards began.

"A J." Aurora played a card.

"I can't afford it." Koz said helplessly.

"I want it." Clani Lux quickly followed up and played a card, "A King."

Everyone was amazed. Aurora frowned and looked at the cards in her hand, thinking about a strategy.

Koz looked helpless and felt very depressed.

He had activated his ability of prediction and thought he would be able to have divine help in this card game, but reality slapped him in the face.

He looked at the lonely Little Three in his hand and felt it was extremely dazzling. It seemed as if this card was destined to never be played.

Look at Aurora again. She seems to be at ease every time she plays a card. Her luck is so good that it makes people jealous.

No matter how the game situation changes, she can always respond appropriately, and the cards in her hand seem to be tailor-made for victory.

Coze couldn't help but complain, "Why doesn't my ability to predict the outcome work at the poker table? I'm usually pretty accurate in predicting battlefield moves, but why doesn't it work when it comes to playing cards?"

Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this.

Aurora laughed and teased, "Koz, maybe even the prophetic power knows that playing cards is just a pastime, so it won't give you a backdoor."

Guilliman was also smiling, watching this amusing scene. The tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace in the laughter.

Watching everyone coming up with all kinds of tricks for the game, I felt a different kind of relaxed atmosphere, which was completely different from the usual serious scenes.

The game continued, and Koz still stared at the three cards in his hand, as if waiting for a miracle, hoping for a chance to make this small card play an unexpected role.

But this is impossible.

Guilliman's gaze shifted again inadvertently.

Huile was like a lazy and limp cat, slowly blending into the sofa like liquid in a strange posture.

She seemed to have no bones, stretching her body comfortably and enjoying this moment of relaxation.

Opposite Hui Le, Zhuang Sen was holding a book and reading intently.

However, he was not completely immersed in the world of books. From time to time, he would glance at the people playing cards, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and concern.

Maybe he was attracted by the lively atmosphere here, or maybe he wanted to know how everyone was playing cards.

But his reading posture remained upright, the book slightly tilted in his hand, and gently turned the pages as his gaze moved, forming a unique picture in this space where noise and silence were intertwined.

Guilliman walked over to the sofa and stopped beside Sister Huile.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He had never seen Hui Le so relaxed and comfortable.

Due to height restrictions, Huile could not fit his entire body comfortably on the sofa.

Her calves swayed gently, and her fair feet, not wearing pantyhose, swayed leisurely. As her calves swayed, the hem of her skirt became a little messy.

As if she realized that this position was a little uncomfortable, Huile twisted her body and adjusted herself sideways. At this moment, Guilliman's eyes happened to sweep over and clearly saw the deep gap on her white chest.

He was startled, his face felt slightly hot, and he quickly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed for his unintentional offense.

He coughed lightly, trying to hide the embarrassment, and secretly reminded himself to maintain the proper decency and solemnity.

Guilliman quickly moved past Huile and sat down next to Jonson. As soon as he sat down, he noticed that the lord from Caliban seemed a little stiff.

Zhuang Sen's expression, which was originally focused on reading, changed slightly the moment Guilliman sat down. Although it was only a very slight fluctuation in expression, Guilliman still caught it.

Guilliman couldn't help but wonder if it was his sudden approach that made Jonson uncomfortable, or if there was something else going on. He turned slightly, looking at the book in Jonson's hands, and tried to break the slightly awkward atmosphere with a casual tone, "Jonson, what are you reading so engrossed in? Is it an ancient tome of Caliban? Could you share some of it with me?"

Zhuang Sen was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed the book. He forced a smile and said, "Oh, it's just an ordinary tactical analysis book. If you're interested, I'll discuss it with you in detail another day."

At this moment, Jonson's body still maintained an unnatural stiffness, as if something was bothering him and preventing him from truly relaxing in front of Guilliman.

Guilliman was silent for a moment.

He suddenly had a strong feeling that he shouldn't be sitting here. The atmosphere in front of him was really weird.

This guy Zhuang Sen has always been unable to understand other people's thoughts, making the situation so awkward.

Helplessly, Guilliman turned his gaze to the tea on the coffee table, which was steaming hot and rising in curls.

Jonson was acutely aware of Guilliman's eyes on the tea he had brewed.

For some unknown reason, Zhuang Sen suddenly said, "I made this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately picked up the teacup and put it into his mouth with a "gulp".

Witnessing this scene, Guilliman fell silent again.

He really didn't expect Zhuang Sen to do this. He was filled with helplessness and confusion. He just sat there silently, thinking about how to break this increasingly strange atmosphere.

In the end, Guilliman chose to remain silent.

Even though he has always had a high emotional intelligence, in front of Zhuang Sen, it seemed that all his clever ways of dealing with it were ineffective and he could only be defeated.

He really couldn't stand the increasingly awkward atmosphere, so he quickly stood up and walked without hesitation towards Aurora, Koz and others who were playing cards.

For him, every second spent with Jonson was torture.

In comparison, the lively scene of playing cards over there, filled with laughter and interaction, seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.

Guilliman couldn't wait to blend in and escape the suffocating atmosphere.

Guilliman walked quickly towards the three people playing cards, a smile on his face again. "It's so lively, how about I join in?"

There was a hint of joy in his voice, trying to put aside the awkwardness of his recent interaction with Zhuang Sen.

Aurora's eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "That's great! I'll teach you some card skills."

Koz also joined in the fun: "Yes, yes, maybe once the adults come, the situation will be very different."

Guilliman smiled as he took his seat, picked up the cards and began to sort them.

He looked at the cards in his hand and observed the situation on the table.

I was thinking about the cards that other people had.

"Well, this card is off to a pretty good start, but it depends on how everyone plays it later."

A new round of playing began. Guilliman slowly played a card and said, "A queen."

Aurora thought for a moment and played a card in response: "K on the tube."

Koz looked at the cards in his hand, hesitated, and finally said helplessly: "No."

Guilliman conversed casually with everyone while pondering his strategy. "It seems the competition in today's game is quite fierce. Everyone, please be careful and don't let me gain the upper hand so easily."

Everyone responded with smiles upon hearing this, and the office was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The previous sense of oppression they had felt when interacting with Zhuang Sen had long since vanished.

And Zhuang Sen's eyes were fixed here without blinking.

As the game progressed, the situation became increasingly tense.

Everyone stared at the cards in their hands, thinking about how to play the cards next and strive to win the game.

A card game passively evolved into a quiet contest of superpowers.

Kozyun's predictive ability tries to gain insight into the changing trends of the game. Before each play, a mysterious light flashes in his eyes, as if he is peeking into the future direction of the game.

Aurora relies on her passive super luck ability, and she can always draw the right cards at critical moments, as if the god of luck is always blessing her.

She was calm and composed when playing the cards, as if she was sure that every move she made would lead the game to victory.