Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Coze glanced at Aurora, shrugged, and said, "It's just that the planetary governor I selected on my home planet was killed. It's no big deal. Everyone, continue to enjoy your food."

Guilliman frowned, picked up the letter on the table, read it, and said with typical political thinking, "This is no small matter, Curze. The Tattooed Family dared to openly disobey your orders and kill the Governor you appointed. There may be a greater conspiracy behind this. They may want to use this to weaken your influence, or even collude with other forces. You must pay attention to it."

Coze snorted disdainfully. "Hmph, just them? I want to see what tricks they can come up with. Whoever is behind this will make them pay. But not now. I want to enjoy this rare gathering first."

Clarks also advised: "Curze, Guilliman is right. Although you don't seem to care now, this may affect the foundation of your rule on the home planet."

Koz waved his hands impatiently: "Alright, alright, stop acting like you're facing a major enemy. I know what's going on and I'll handle it after the party is over. Now, don't spoil the fun for everyone." After that, he picked up the wine glass again and started drinking by himself.

Seeing that Koz was so persistent, everyone didn't say anything more and could only return to their seats.

But this incident was like a shadow, quietly shrouding everyone's heart, and the originally relaxed and happy atmosphere of the party became a little subtle.

On the surface, everyone continued to eat, drink and chat, but in their hearts they were all thinking about this matter to some extent. After all, they were all original bodies, brothers and sisters.

Koz cut off a piece of meat with a knife and fork and stuffed it into his mouth with a slightly rough movement.

As soon as he chewed, he couldn't help but grin.

He was still thinking about the murder of the planet's governor, but was instantly brought back to reality by the overly strong taste in his mouth.

He found that there were too many seasonings on the meat, and the seasonings had formed a thick layer on the surface of the meat.

The rich, almost pungent smell spread in the mouth, covering up the deliciousness of the meat itself.

"What the hell is this? Did the chef knock over the seasoning jar?" Koz muttered with a look of disgust on his face.

He spat the unchewed meat in his mouth onto the plate beside him, picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of wine, trying to dispel the strong taste.

The Primarchs around heard Curze's muttering and cast curious glances at him.

Aurora asked with concern, "Koz, how is it? Is the meat not to your taste? I roasted it myself, and Riemann said it was delicious after eating it."

Koz pointed at the plate of meat in annoyance and said, "Try it. The seasoning is so thick that it's inedible."

Chapter 336: The Second Empire? Guilliman's Dream of the Emperor II

"You must have terrible taste, this is delicious."

Aurora said as she delicately picked up a piece of roast meat with her index finger and thumb, then opened her mouth wide and put the meat into her mouth.

She began to chew slowly, her movements graceful but revealing full enjoyment.

Guilliman inadvertently cast his gaze towards Aurora, and saw her white teeth and pink tongue mixed with the roasted meat, chewing the meat into minced meat. The scene was so clear that Guilliman felt a little uncomfortable, and his eyes subconsciously moved away.

The Ultramarines Lord coughed lightly, trying to divert everyone's attention, and said, "Well, everyone's taste is indeed different, but overall, the barbecue is well made."

While continuing to eat the re-grilled barbecue, Coze glanced at Aurora and said with a hint of sarcasm, "It seems you have a very unique taste. You can enjoy eating such strong seasonings."

Aurora swallowed the food in her mouth and responded with a smile, "I think it would be more delicious if it were richer. Besides, when we get together, what we eat is not important. What is important is the atmosphere of the gathering."

Her words made the surrounding Primarchs nod their heads. The minor disturbances caused by the taste of barbecue and the murder of the planetary governor seemed to gradually subside in this relaxed conversation.

Everyone returned to the conversation, and the topic gradually shifted from barbecue to the recent developments and interesting events of their respective legions.

Everyone continued to enjoy the food in a relaxed atmosphere, and the conversation became more and more lively.

Clarks enthusiastically shared the amazing growth story of a new recruit in the revolutionary army on his planet. The recruit had mediocre qualifications at first, but with his extraordinary perseverance and hard work in studying combat skills, he stood out in just a few months and became the core force of the team.

And it was precisely because of this perseverance that he was noticed and was able to teach him personally.

"That child was like an uncut jade. Once polished, it shone with astonishing brilliance." Clarks' eyes were filled with satisfaction and pride. "Our resistance and revolution at that time were made even more powerful precisely because of warriors like him, full of potential and fighting spirit."

Zhuang Sen nodded in agreement. "Indeed, discovering and cultivating these warriors with potential is an important responsibility of a legion commander. They are the future backbone of the legion."

At this moment, Guilliman, who had been listening silently, spoke up: "When it comes to training warriors, I believe that a comprehensive training system is crucial. We cannot rely solely on the warriors' own efforts, but also need to provide them with scientific and systematic training methods."

He looked at Zhuang Sen and continued, "Jiang Sen, your First Legion has always done an excellent job in this regard. I wonder if you could share some of your experience?"

Zhuang Sen nodded slightly, but he was also wary of Guilliman in his heart. After all, this guy was notorious for stealing skills.

After gathering his thoughts, he said, "We focus on all-round development. This involves not only high-intensity combat training but also theoretical study of strategies and tactics. At the same time, we also don't neglect the cultivation of our soldiers' spiritual will. After all, unwavering faith is the cornerstone of our ability to overcome all difficulties."

Everyone listened attentively and nodded from time to time.

Koz sneered, "Humph, that sounds reasonable, but in my opinion, actual combat is the true test of everything. No matter how many theories you have, if you can't kill the enemy on the battlefield, they're all empty talk."

Aurora quickly tried to smooth things over, "Koz, theory and practice complement each other, neither of which can be missing. Why not learn from each other and make your respective legions even stronger?"

Guilliman also smiled and said, "Indeed, everyone's starting point is to improve the strength of the Legion, but the focus is different. We can take this opportunity to communicate and make progress together."

With the mediation of Aurora and Guilliman, the atmosphere became harmonious again.

Everyone continued to express their opinions and share their experiences in legion management and training.

……

"Oh my God! Is this how the First Legion treats guests?" After having a good meal and a few drinks, Aurora returned to the room prepared for her by the Dark Angels of the First Legion. She couldn't help but complain as soon as she entered the door.

There was nothing in the room except cold iron sheets, not even a bed.

"It seems I can only stay at Hui Le's place for a while." Helplessly, Aurora turned and walked towards the next room.

She pushed open the door and saw that the situation in the next room was slightly better than hers, at least there was a wooden bed.

"I knew you would come." Hui Le said, "When I came here, I took a wooden bed and thought it might be useful."

"As expected, Huile, you are my omnipotent and treasure bag!" Aurora said in surprise, and the helplessness on her face was instantly replaced by gratitude and joy.

Hui Le smiled and waved his hand. "It's a small matter. When we're away from home, we should take care of each other. Besides, this room is really too simple. I didn't expect the First Legion to be so poorly prepared."

Aurora looked around the room and said, "Although it's a bit simple, with your plank bed, I can sleep well tonight."

"But I'm sure that if our rooms are so poor, the others won't be much better. Perhaps even Jonson's own rooms are shabby beyond imagination."

Huile said this in a firm tone, with a teasing smile on his face.

"Haha, I guess if Coze saw that the room prepared for him looked like a tin box, he would rather go back to the ventilation duct than live in it."

Aurora couldn't help laughing out loud. The look of disgust on Coze's face when he faced the shabby room appeared in her mind. The more she thought about it, the funnier it became.

Huile also laughed. "Given Koz's temper, it's really possible. He's eccentric to begin with, and he probably won't buy into this kind of thing."

After a brief pause in laughter, Aurora walked over to the plank bed and sat down, her expression becoming somewhat serious. "Speaking of which, although this gathering was full of problems, it was still very meaningful for us all to discuss legion affairs and future strategies together."

A brief silence fell between the two of them, and the room fell silent, with only the faint hum of the battleship in the distance.

Aurora broke the silence soon after, stretched, and said, "Forget it, there's no point in thinking too much. Let's go to sleep first. Maybe everything will be clear tomorrow."

After hearing what Aurora said, Hui Le began to take off his armor.

As the pieces of armor were removed one by one, her huge and muscular body was fully revealed.

Aurora cooperated, and the two of them naturally hugged each other, with their long legs resting on each other's bodies.

They have long been accustomed to this way of getting along.

Hui Le used his spiritual power to take out a quilt and put it on their fair bodies.

After all, the two grew up together. Over the long years, they accompanied each other and witnessed each other's growth and transformation. They know each other's body structure and habits very well. This kind of close contact is as natural as breathing to them. It is a tacit understanding and dependence that does not need to be said.

Huile got up and turned off the lights, and the two of them lay down on the plank bed.

……

Koz stood in the room assigned to him, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that he would be assigned to such a shabby place.

The entire room was filled with cold iron sheets. Not even a piece of cloth or a piece of wood could be seen, let alone a bed.

"Is this how Zhuang Sen takes revenge on me because he couldn't beat me before?" Koz muttered as he turned around decisively and climbed directly into the ventilation duct.

"Huh, bats don't need beds." Coz thought to himself with self-mockery. In his opinion, it would be more comfortable to stay in the ventilation duct rather than in this room that looked like an iron box.

"Could it be that Zhuang Sen thinks I plagiarized his legion's system and is retaliating against me like this? It's really interesting. He really takes revenge on the spot, without even waiting until the next day. He attacks me immediately if he doesn't like me."

Guilliman looked at the equally shabby room and shook his head helplessly, but he didn't care too much and just lay down on the deck of the room.

"It's just a nap. This kind of environment is no big deal to my body."

The Lord of Ultramar thought about it, and quickly adjusted his state and prepared to rest.

Clarks stood in his room, looked around, and could only smile bitterly.

After thinking about it for a while, he realized that he seemed to have offended Zhuangsen when he persuaded Zhuangsen to fight with Koz.

"Alas... As expected, I, the one who tried to mediate, also suffered." Clarks sighed helplessly and could only accept the slightly poor accommodation conditions.

He began to look for a relatively comfortable corner in this cold iron room. He took off his cloak and spread it on the ground, trying to alleviate the discomfort of lying directly on the deck.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with the crude environment, he still tried to relax himself. After all, he had experienced even more difficult conditions during the revolutionary years on his home planet.

At this moment, the universe outside the battleship was quiet and deep. Occasionally, a meteor would streak by, and the faint light would shine through the narrow porthole in the room, flashing a brief shadow on the iron wall.

Clarks looked at the flickering light, his thoughts drifting away.

He thought of the discussion about legion affairs just now, and silently pondered how to better coordinate the relationship between the various legions and truly achieve resource integration and strategic coordination.

In the ventilation duct next door, Coze curled up like a vigilant bat.

There was a faint metallic smell in the ventilation duct, and occasionally a slight air flow brushed his face.

His eyes flickered in the darkness, and his mind replayed the conflict with Jonson and Guilliman's plan to integrate resources.

"Hmph, their plans are easier said than done. If they succeed, will they establish a second empire?" Koz thought to himself, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips.

In Guilliman's chambers, he slowly drifted off into a light sleep.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, a grand picture slowly unfolded in his dream.

He saw the empire's fleet as densely packed as stars in the vast universe, the warships arranged in an orderly manner, and the soldiers of each legion working closely together and coordinating seamlessly with each other.

His plan was successful.

Faced with wave after wave of enemies, they were not afraid. With their excellent tactics and tenacious fighting will, they successfully repelled the enemy time and time again.

As the battle progressed, the situation became clearer and the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Empire.

Finally, with the concerted efforts of all mankind in the galaxy, the final victory came.

But just as Guilliman was immersed in the joy of victory, the dream suddenly changed. He was shocked to see the Regent, the Emperor and his other brothers and sisters kneeling before him, calling him "Emperor II" in unison.

This sudden scene made Guilliman's heart tighten, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

Before he could fully react to this absurd dream, he suddenly woke up and sat up involuntarily.

After waking up, Guilliman still had some fear in his eyes from the dream.

He subconsciously raised his hand and slapped his face hard. The clear pain made his tense nerves finally relax a little, and he let out a long sigh.

"It's just a dream..." He murmured to himself, trying to dispel the uneasiness and confusion brought by the dream and wake himself up from the trance as soon as possible.

"Why would I have such a dream?"

Guilliman muttered to himself, bewildered, "I simply hope to make every world in the Imperium as prosperous and orderly as my five hundred worlds. I also look forward to discussing more effective strategies for governing the country with my brothers, and jointly safeguarding the Emperor's great cause."

Thinking of this, the Lord of 500 Worlds couldn't help but let out a long sigh, trying to calm the waves in his heart caused by that strange dream.

However, the Lord of Ultramar was no longer sleepy. The dream he had just had, like an indelible shadow, lingered in his mind.

He himself had no unreasonable desire for power and was only concerned with the prosperity and stability of the empire.

But the scene in the dream where his brothers knelt before him and respectfully addressed him as "Emperor II" was too strange, as if it was a distorted expression of some hidden desire deep in his heart, or a subtle hint of some unknown crisis in the future.

Guilliman stood up, walked to the small porthole, and stared out at the endless black universe.

The stars are twinkling, and it seems peaceful, but it hides countless unknown dangers and challenges, just like the future of the empire, which is full of variables.

Guilliman stood in front of the porthole, his eyes piercing through the vast universe and looking at the countless twinkling stars.

At this moment, in his eyes, every star seemed no longer just a cold light source in the distant sky, but a window to peek into unknown dangers.

Thoughts were like a runaway horse, galloping across the vast galaxy. It seemed as if through the starlight, I could clearly see the alien races hidden on various planets. Those strange and hostile creatures were waiting for an opportunity to strike, eyeing the empire's territory and humanity.

No matter who they are, they are secretly plotting something, eroding and watching the foundation of the empire like a cancer.

Chapter 337 Nostramo, the Dark Planet among the Primarchs

Huile was already awake, but just lying quietly with his eyes open.

Aurora beside her was really a helpless person. At this moment, one of Aurora's hands was resting on Huile's chest without any reason, and the other hand was resting on her leg.

Hui Le thought to himself, sometimes he really doubted whether this guy was the original body. Why was he so restless even when sleeping?

Huile gently held Aurora's hand that was casually groping on her body, slowly took it away, and then carefully pulled out her thigh that was clamped in Aurora's body.

Then she lifted the quilt, revealing her strong and beautiful body, like a piece of art sculpture.