Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

He was holding the "Divine Words" he had written in his hands, thinking about how many new editions he should release.

In truth, Lorgar harbored a certain amount of comparison in his heart. After all, just a few months ago, Guilliman had just published a new edition of the Codex Astartes, and after reading it, Lorgar felt that it was indeed an excellent tome on the standard operation of the Astartes.

He believed that he was no less capable than Guilliman, so he naturally did not want to fall behind.

What's more, the Perfect City was destroyed by Guilliman before, and then he suffered a heavy blow from Guilliman in terms of governance and management.

So now, whatever Guilliman did, he was determined to follow suit.

Luo Jia paced slowly while thinking about what content to add to the new "Record of the Holy Words".

He thought that Guilliman's Codex Astartes focused on regulating the Astartes' combat and organizational structure, while his own Words of God should delve deeper into the power of faith and present the Emperor's teachings in a more contagious way.

"Faith is the most powerful weapon, like a beacon in the darkness, which can fill people with courage even in difficult situations and allow them to fearlessly face all difficulties and obstacles. With the blessing of faith, life is no longer dim, but blooms with even brighter brilliance. Every ordinary moment is radiant with brilliance because of faith.

“When people are in the abyss of despair and seem hopeless, faith can be like a ray of light that breaks through the darkness, giving birth to the light of miracles and leading people out of despair.”

"Not only that, faith also gives art a richer color, allowing each work of art to carry a deeper spiritual connotation, becoming more vivid and infectious."

Lorgar murmured to himself, believing that the reason why the Word Bearers Legion continued to grow stronger in difficult circumstances was because of their pure and fanatical belief in the Emperor.

Although this point was mentioned in Guilliman's Codex Astartes, it was far less profound than what he understood.

Erebus's screams still echoed around, but Lorgar had already forgotten them.

In his mind, the most important thing at the moment is to complete the new "Records of the Holy Word" so that more people can understand the true meaning of the Emperor's teachings, thereby consolidating the Word Bearers' position within the Empire and proving to those who doubt them that the Word Bearers' loyalty to the Emperor and the ideals they uphold are no less than any other legion.

"In this edition, I want everyone who reads the Sacred Words to feel the call of the Emperor's will, as if they were there themselves."

Luo Jia clenched the book in his hand, as if he had already seen the sensation caused by the new version on various planets in the empire after its release.

With this book that embodies his hard work and faith, he will be able to win back a victory in the "battle" with Guilliman, and at the same time win more respect and recognition for the Word Bearers Legion.

Thinking of this, Luo Jia quickened his pace, returned to the study, and couldn't wait to start writing new content.

Erebus's soul was still burning in pain, and that miserable cry seemed to have become the "background music" composed by Lorgar, accompanying him as he opened a new chapter.

Luo Jia sat at the desk in the study, the flickering candlelight illuminating his focused face.

He spread out the new parchment and picked up the quill pen. The ink gathered at the tip of the pen, but it didn't fall.

Thoughts were swirling in my mind, with various interpretations of the Emperor's teachings and my understanding of faith intertwined together. For a moment, I didn't know where to start.

"Where should I start to make this edition of The Sacred Words more shocking?" Luo Jia asked himself in a low voice.

Thinking back on his experiences in Colchis, from the initial destruction of the city to its current reconstruction, every step was accompanied by a sublimation of his faith in the Emperor.

I decided to start with these personal experiences and depict with more delicate strokes how faith supported them in difficult situations and how it became a source of strength.

The tip of the pen finally touched the parchment, making a rustling sound.

Luo Jia began to write. He poured all his reverence for the emperor and his persistence in faith into the words.

As the words flowed, he seemed to see the Word Bearers, guided by the Holy Word, rushing to the battlefield more determinedly to fight for the glory of the Emperor.

Of course, Erebus is still suffering from the torment of the soul fire.

The screams gradually became weaker, but did not distract Luo Jia at all.

In Lorgar's view, the pain that Erebus suffered was just a punishment for certain of his actions, a punishment for taking the wrong path of faith.

And he shoulders a more important mission, which is to use the "Record of Holy Words" to bathe the entire empire in the glory of the Emperor's faith and reduce the number of people like Erebus.

Time passed quietly, and Luojia was immersed in his creation, unaware of it.

When the first ray of morning light came in through the window, he finally put down his pen and looked at the parchment in front of him that was densely covered with words, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

The first draft of the new "Words" has been completed. He believes that this will be a work comparable to Guilliman's "Codex Astartes", which will enable the Word Bearers Legion to have a higher status and influence within the Imperium and even the entire universe.

Next, he would carefully revise the draft, ensuring that every word and every sentence accurately conveyed his profound understanding of the Emperor's teachings.

Chapter 349 Iron Warriors: Mom

Iron Kal, Captain of the 134th Company of the Iron Warriors, commander-in-chief of the Border Guard Fleet, and a highly respected warsmith.

At this moment, he was strolling on the deck of the Iron Blood. In stark contrast to the dead and oppressive atmosphere of the past, colleagues walking around the deck now often gathered in groups to engage in lively conversation.

This kind of scene has never happened before, and it is even hard to imagine.

Now, Iron Carr is heading to where the Primarch is.

As the Primarch's advisor and bodyguard, it was his duty to stay by his side.

Looking back, every time he finished commanding the fleet and set out on the journey to the Primarch, he always felt mixed emotions.

I was filled with both anxiety and anticipation, and the feeling was truly indescribable.

But now, everything has changed.

Since the arrival of that adult, the Lord of Steel's mood has obviously stabilized a lot.

Now, the Primarch would just lose his temper verbally at most, and he was no longer as unpredictable and angry as before. This undoubtedly reduced a lot of pressure on Ayron Karl and others.

Airon Karl walked along the familiar passage, the metal floor making a steady sound under his feet.

The relaxed demeanor and occasional laughter of the surrounding crew members formed a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere of the past.

Soon, he arrived outside the Primarch's meeting room.

Taking a deep breath, Airon Karl adjusted his armor, made sure he looked presentable, and gently pushed open the door.

The lights in the room were a little dim. The Primarch was standing in front of a huge star map with his back to him, and his figure appeared particularly tall in the light and shadow.

"My Lord Primarch, I have completed the fleet inspection and deployment report and come to await your instructions." Airon Karl said respectfully, his voice echoing in the empty conference room.

The Primarch slowly turned around. Although his expression was still serious, the terrifying anger of the past was gone.

"Well, Karl, take a seat." Perturabo pointed to a chair nearby. "I have some new strategic plans, and I need your opinion."

Airong Karl sat down as he was told and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, when the Primarch gave orders, he would often not allow them to be questioned and would rarely listen to the opinions of others.

Today's scene once again proves the changes brought about by the arrival of that adult.

He looked at the Primarch intently, ready to participate fully in the ensuing discussion and offer advice to the Primarch, while also keeping a vigilant eye on everything around him, fulfilling his duty as a guard.

The Primarch picked up a baton, pointed at several star systems on the star map, and began to explain his strategic concept: "Our defenses in this area are somewhat weak, and the enemy is likely to launch an attack from here. I plan to redeploy troops to strengthen the defenses here, and at the same time set up ambushes in the surrounding star systems. Once the enemy penetrates deeply, we will annihilate them in one fell swoop. What do you think?"

Airon Karl stared intently at the star map, and his mind simulated the strategic layout outlined by the Primarch at lightning speed.

After a moment's reflection, the Warsmith spoke respectfully, "Sir, your strategy appears ingenious. You fortify weak defenses to draw the enemy deeper, and then ambush them to inflict a heavy blow."

"However, the redeployment of forces is likely to leave defenses in other areas vulnerable in the short term."

"But if the enemy adopts a strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, we may be trapped in the dilemma of responding passively."

The Lord of Steel nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue, but his eyes were always looking ahead at Airon Karl, and his attention was obviously not focused on him.

At this moment, the Primarch's gaze was actually on Lario, who was hiding in the shadows.

Encouraged by the Primarch, Airon Carr boldly expounded on his ideas: "We can focus on strengthening the defense of the target area while creating the illusion of troop movements in other key star systems, making it difficult for the aliens to grasp our true intentions."

"Also, the ambush location must be extremely secretive. We might as well use abandoned space stations or asteroid belts as hiding places to increase the suddenness of the ambush."

The Lord of Steel listened quietly, his gaze returned to the star map, and he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Karl, your idea is quite promising. Let's follow your advice and put more effort into feinting our forces. As for the ambush location, we need to conduct further careful surveys and confirmation."

A surge of joy suddenly surged in Airon Karl's heart. To be recognized by the Primarch was an extremely rare thing in the past.

"Do you two need a cup of coffee to refresh yourself?" At this moment, Lario appeared from the shadows.

Only then did Airon Karl realize that there was someone else in the room.

Only then did he realize that the Primarch had not been looking at him.

For a moment, a hint of jealousy arose in Airon Karl's heart.

But when he saw that gentle face clearly and felt a sense of oppression that came from the genetic level, a wonderful change suddenly took place in his heart.

He actually felt that Lario in front of him was extremely kind, and in a trance, he seemed to see the appearance of his mother when he was a mortal.

Lario took a sip of coffee, her gaze fixed on the star map. She spoke slowly and attentively, "Karl's proposal is indeed ingenious. The feint of troop movements can effectively confuse the enemy and disrupt their original deployment rhythm."

"However, in the actual execution process, all links must be closely coordinated. Any small negligence may allow the enemy to detect the clues."

"As for the ambush location, while the asteroid belt offers great concealment, we must consider its complex gravitational environment, which is likely to affect the fleet's maneuverability. Therefore, a countermeasure strategy must be formulated in advance."

Perturabo nodded slightly, his eyes penetrating with thought. "You're absolutely right," he said. "Gravity interference is indeed a critical issue that cannot be ignored. Our fleet must not only ensure that the raid achieves the desired effect, but also be able to quickly adjust its formation on the ever-changing battlefield to respond to various emergencies. Carl, what are your thoughts on this issue?"

Upon hearing the Primarch's question, Airon Kal quickly put down his coffee cup, straightened his body, and replied respectfully, "Primarch, we can dispatch a reconnaissance team in advance to conduct a detailed survey of the selected asteroid belt and draw an accurate gravitational map."

"At the same time, we will conduct targeted optimization of the fleet's navigation system to enhance its adaptability in complex gravitational fields, strengthen simulation training for fleet members in similar environments, and improve their combat capabilities in dealing with special situations."

"Is it impossible to conduct targeted training if we don't deal with those aliens?" Perturabo suddenly said irritably.

At this moment, the tactical discussion seemed to the Primarch to be over. In his opinion, Eiron Kal should have withdrawn on his own initiative. However, the Primarch was too annoyed and did not make any move to order the warsmith to withdraw.

Facing the Primarch's reprimand, the warsmith, Eiron Karl, was speechless for a moment, mumbling: "Ah, I..."

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Lario asked, "Labo, how was the coffee I made?"

Perturabo took a sip of his coffee and replied, "It's delicious."

Witnessing this scene, Airong Karl suddenly felt a wonderful feeling in his heart. He felt that the scene before him was like a warm family of three.

A strict father and a loving and supportive mother.

The Warsmith lowered his head slightly, trying to keep his expression calm, waiting for the Primarch's next instructions.

Lario looked at Ayron Karl, then at Perturabo, and smiled, breaking the slightly tense atmosphere. "Karl's thinking is clear, and the fleet under his command must be well-trained. If this strategy can be successfully implemented, it will surely deal a heavy blow to the enemy."

Perturabo frowned slightly, then thought for a moment before saying, "While the strategy is sound, the enemy is not completely defenseless. We must expedite our preparations. The reconnaissance team must depart as soon as possible, and navigation system optimization and simulation training must begin immediately. Carl, these tasks are your responsibility. Ensure they are completed as quickly as possible."

Airon Kal immediately knelt on one knee and answered firmly, "Yes, Primarch! I will live up to your trust and fully advance all preparations."

"Get up." Perturabo waved his hand and returned his gaze to the star map, as if he was continuing to perfect the entire strategic layout in his mind.

Airon Karl stood up, took a few steps back, turned around and prepared to leave the meeting room.

Lareo said aloud, "Take the coffee away, Carl, you need to refresh yourself now."

The War Blacksmith hurriedly picked up the coffee he had put down on the table, respectfully left, and went to carry out his mission.

The moment he turned around, he couldn't help but glance at Lario and Perturabo.

Lario was talking quietly with Perturabo, her expression gentle. Although Perturabo still had a serious face, compared to his usual irritability, he now had a rare bit of patience.

After the war blacksmith left, the atmosphere in the conference room quietly changed.

"Labo, what do you think of Airon Karl?" Lario broke the silence first and asked softly.

"It's just a piece of defective steel. It should be sent back to the furnace and melted into molten iron." The Lord of Steel said this, with the cup of coffee in his hand still emitting wisps of hot steam.

"I have a different opinion," Lario said slowly. "This warsmith has already demonstrated outstanding leadership abilities, otherwise he wouldn't be the fleet commander."

"What he lacks is simply the experience to deal with more complex situations and the opportunity to command large-scale wars."

"Look, during our conversation just now, his thoughts were so clear and he was even able to keep up with yours. Isn't that remarkable? Think about it, how many Astartes can synchronize their thoughts with the Primarch?"

Hearing Lareo's words, the Lord of Steel's expression remained calm, without any ripples. He only moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickly returned to normal. He then hurriedly picked up the coffee and took a sip.

Lareo gazed at Perturabo and continued, "He is like an uncut gem, full of great potential."

"We should give him opportunities to grow in actual combat, rather than just focusing on his current shortcomings."

"Give him some more challenging tasks. In time, he might become a leading figure in the Iron Warriors."

Perturabo gently put down his coffee cup, looked away from the star map, and looked at Larion. He said, "You always place too much expectation on these young generals. War will not give them much time to grow. A small mistake can lead to the collapse of the entire battle and the sacrifice of countless soldiers."

The Lord of Steel's voice was low and cold as always.

"But if we don't try, how can we know their limits?" Lario retorted, his eyes firm. "Airon Carr's loyalty to you is unquestionable. He longs to serve the Legion and share your burdens. What we should do is guide him and help him, not deny him from the outset."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, then returned his gaze to the star map, seemingly weighing something.

He wanted to retort to his sister, to tell her that the universe was cruel, but then he realized that this was what he expected, and he kept his mouth shut.

After a while, he slowly spoke: "I hope that as you said, he will live up to this trust. But if he fails, I will show no mercy." His words were short and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

Lario smiled slightly and said, "I believe he won't let us down. Moreover, as he grows, we will always watch him and provide guidance when necessary."

Her smile was like the warm spring sunshine, as if it could dispel the cold atmosphere in the conference room.

Afterwards, both of them looked at the star map and began to discuss other strategic details, making more detailed plans for the upcoming action.

As the discussion deepened, their attention focused on a key transition node on the star map.