Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

It's all over at last!

"Damn Malcador, damn him!" Blackmey cursed angrily. "He actually made our mother do such a high-profile job. It's unforgivable. Damn him, damn him, damn him!"

Braimer's words resonated strongly with the members of the Honor Guard beside him, and they all nodded in agreement.

After all, as the closest and most powerful warriors around the Primarch, even though they are all of Terran descent, they have immense respect for the Primarch.

In their minds, the Primarch should not have been placed in such a dangerous and humiliating situation, and Malcador's arrangement was unforgivable.

But thankfully it was over and they were already on their way back to the palace.

Aurora, who was walking in front, seemed to be indifferent to this.

At this moment, her mind was full of the endless Second Legion Astartes warriors and the 3 complete sets of Void Armor. Just thinking about it, she couldn't suppress her inner joy, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

For her, these are the keys to truly enhancing her own strength and influence. As for the little episode she just experienced, it is not worth taking to heart.

Huile followed Aurora and looked at her smug expression. She couldn't help but say, "Don't be so happy. Malcador has given us so many benefits. Who knows what troubles may be waiting for us in the future."

Aurora waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Never mind. Let's get these benefits first. With these Astartes and Void Armor, our Legion's strength will be greatly improved. Then, no matter what we encounter, we will be able to face it with confidence."

The two returned to their temporary residence while talking.

As soon as she entered the door, Aurora couldn't wait to start planning how to distribute the 3 sets of void armor and how to train the newly joined Astartes warriors so that they could form combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Malcador and Yuanming were closely monitoring the reactions from all parties following the rally. "Those two little guys didn't seem to notice anything unusual. The situation is currently stable."

Malcador looked at the report and nodded slightly.

Yuanming was a little worried: "But this is only temporary. Once they discover the truth, it will probably cause even greater trouble."

Malcador frowned, pondering for a moment before saying, "We must expedite our plans, continue to appease the two Primarchs, and assign them tasks that appear important but will not affect the overall situation."

"For the next period of time, they will all stay in the palace until their respective legions are fully replenished. But as for the other Primarchs, how do you plan to get them to cooperate with this arrangement? After all, they didn't grow up on Terra, and they don't trust us as much as Aurora and Huile do."

Yuanming asked doubtfully.

Malcador suddenly changed the subject: "Do you know where the tithe collected by most of the galaxy ends up?"

"The entrance to the web path was once opened here by an ancient sage." Yuanming answered without hesitation.

"Huh?" Malcador was a little surprised.

"This is not a secret to the king's close ministers," Yuanming explained.

In fact, this information was known as early as when it was developed and born in the form of a supercomputer.

"And there is a prophecy," Yuanming continued.

"Well, the prophecy says that half the Primarchs will betray. I know that, Malcador. Just because you haven't mentioned it doesn't mean I haven't known about it."

Yuanming looked at Malcador. "So, shall we get back to the point? As for the other Primarchs, how do you plan to expand their forces and maintain balance among the Legions?"

"The Emperor is about to choose a permanent Warmaster. Of course, unless he angers the Emperor or the King and is stripped of his title by them personally, the crown of Warmaster will belong to that person forever." Malcador said in an orderly manner.

"I'll write to Leman Russ later and ask him to increase his forces to around 300,000."

Upon hearing this, Yuanming thought Malcador's wishful thinking was unrealistic. "... Malcador, I know you have a close friendship with Leman Russ, and he's the only Primarch you can command now, but do you find this realistic? After the Randan War, his Legion only had 70,000 Astartes left, and even now, that number has only grown to 90,000."

The "Wolf Spiral" is a secret unique to the Space Wolves' IXth Regiment, and it is also a major reason why they have difficulty recruiting soldiers.

However, there is a solution.

"Just provide him with more Terran reinforcements. You know, what Terra lacks the least is people, and these people have a very high genetic compatibility. The members of the first 20 legions were all selected from here." Malcador said.

"Don't make the deeds of that group of crazy transformed humans sound so glorious!" Yuanming couldn't help but complain.

After all, no one knows how many times Terra has experienced genetic modification.

At some point in the past, Terra had everything that was considered a popular mythological theme park, and thanks to genetic modification, it was even more sophisticated than theme parks on other planets. Its only shortcoming was that it was not large enough.

During the war to unify Terra, almost every warlord had several outstanding geneticists under their command, who were busy conducting various transformation experiments.

Malcador continued, "Afterwards, a rumor will be spread that Leman Russ is aggressively expanding his forces, specifically recruiting men from Terra, in order to gain an advantage in the battle for the Warmaster position."

"Good fellow, you're really capable!" Yuanming couldn't help but gasp. "You and Leman Russ have such a close relationship. Every time he sees you in private, he respectfully addresses you as Uncle. How dare you plot against your own nephew like this?"

Malcador gave a helpless wry smile and said, "I don't want to do this either, but the situation in the Imperium is complex right now, and the balance of power between the various Legions is crucial. Only by expanding Leman Russ's forces can we maintain a certain degree of overall stability. Furthermore, this rumor isn't entirely without effect; it might put some pressure on the other Primarchs, prompting them to prioritize the development of their own Legions to avoid being at a disadvantage in the future."

"Okay, okay, since you have made up your mind, then you tell me the plan and I will execute it. But let me be frank, if something goes wrong in the end, I will not take the blame. It will all be put on you." Yuanming looked helpless and said without any hesitation.

Malcador patted Yuanming's shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Now that I've made this plan, I'll naturally ensure it's foolproof. Let's spread the word that Leman Russ has requested a large number of troops from Terra in preparation for the position of war commander. Let's spread this rumor among Terran nobles and intelligence dealers. News spreads quickly and disorganized in these places, making it difficult to trace the source."

Yuanming rolled his eyes and muttered, "Alright, I'll arrange for someone to infiltrate those circles and spread the news discreetly. But what if someone goes to Leman Russ to verify this?"

"It is precisely because I consider that someone will definitely ask Leman Rus to verify this matter that I have to write to him!" Malcador said as if it was a matter of course, as if all this was the most natural arrangement.

……

At this moment, Terran Nest was busy mobilizing personnel. A large number of people were being organized and would soon be incorporated into different military forces.

Some of these would become Astartes warriors of the 2nd or 11th Legions, or be incorporated into the mortal auxiliaries.

At the same time, many people were selected to join the Space Wolves Legion and become Astartes.

The entire mobilization scene was busy and orderly, and the important process of expanding the empire's military power was moving forward steadily.

Following Yuanming's instructions, the White King's attendants began to seal off the areas that had been vacated due to the conscription of personnel.

They planned to check if there were any remaining personnel after completing a comprehensive round of recruitment for the entire hive.

If there are only a few people left, relocate them to other places and then demolish the hive directly.

After all, with the Empire strictly prohibiting AI, there is really no benefit in keeping this hive.

As time goes by, it will only become more crowded and problems will continue to accumulate.

If this were just an ordinary planet, perhaps it would be a different matter.

However, this is Terra, the home planet of mankind and the birthplace of human civilization. Such areas with potential risks must not be allowed to exist.

Therefore, the decision was made decisively: to directly carry out comprehensive and compulsory conscription of the people here until the human resources were exhausted.

If there are only a few people left at that time, the nest will be demolished directly; even if there are a large number of people, the same choice will be made to demolish it.

After all, this is Terra.

Batches of people were forcibly conscripted.

The Dawnbringers Legion, the Space Wolves Legion and the Sons of the White King Legion, the number of legions continues to increase under such recruitment operations.

A steady stream of new recruits were added to these legions, injecting new strength into them and gradually increasing their size.

Meanwhile, Malcador's letter had already been successfully delivered to Leman Russ. Almost instantly, a warship carrying the Space Wolves roared its engines, piercing the silence of the universe as it sped towards Leman Russ's location.

"The first batch has finally been sent away, and we will continue with the next one." said the person in charge of the relevant affairs.

At the same time, the mechanical priests were also working against time and overtime.

In order to meet the various needs brought about by the expansion of the legion, they kept running around in front of various equipment and technical operating tables, striving to ensure that all matters proceeded in an orderly manner.

Chapter 353 Pinning the Alien

In the snowy Fenris, when Leman Russ saw the letter from Malcador, the expression on his face instantly became extremely complicated.

"What the hell is going on here!" Lord Fenris muttered to himself, "They're asking me to expand my army, and they're constantly asking me to increase my manpower, and even asking me to compete for the position of Warmaster."

Although Leman Russ admitted deep down that he had the ability to compete for the position of Warmaster, he did not want to take on this important task from the bottom of his heart.

After all, if he is really elected, the subsequent responsibilities and pressures are difficult to estimate.

"But if I think about it, I won't become a laughing stock," he thought. "I guess there will still be people willing to vote for me twice."

It's just that I had already promised that fellow Zhuang Sen that I would vote for him when the time comes. After all, we had a life-and-death friendship back then. But now I have to complete the task given by /Q*-%un起(二)沙0%jxiu拒Shan成马卡多.

Some are riding a tiger and it’s hard to get off.

"Forget it. Let's do as the letter says and spread the news that I want to expand the army and compete for the position of Warmaster. If the situation really forces me to do so, I can declare that I have suddenly changed my mind and no longer want to be the Warmaster." Leman Russ made a decision after weighing the pros and cons.

Leman Russ quickly summoned his trusted confidants and instructed them, "Spread the word that I intend to expand my forces and compete for the position of Warmaster. But remember, do it naturally, so that it doesn't appear deliberate."

The wolves took the order and left, running and even howling as they walked. Their Primarch was finally going to compete for the position of Warmaster.

Soon, news of Leman Russ's intention to expand his army and compete for the position of Warmaster spread quietly to every corner of the planet Fenris and within the Space Wolves Legion.

At the same time, the warships carrying new recruits were gradually approaching Fenris.

During the long voyage, the recruits were filled with tension and anticipation, imagining what the Space Wolves Legion they were about to join would look like.

They had heard many legendary stories about the Space Wolves and were full of admiration for these brave and fearless warriors.

On Terra, Malcador and Yuanming were closely following the developments of all parties.

"Leman Russ has already started to act. Now it depends on the reactions of the other Primarchs," said Malcador.

Yuan Ming frowned and said worriedly, "I hope this doesn't lead to any uncontrollable conflicts. If the other Primarchs become suspicious of Leman Russ's actions, they might take some drastic actions."

Malcador nodded slightly. "That's generally not possible, but we do need to prepare for this. We need to have personnel closely monitor the movements of the Primarchs and report any signs of trouble to us immediately."

On other planets of the Empire, some Primarchs also heard the news of Leman Russ.

……

At this moment, Fulgrim and Ferrus were on the battlefield, and they also heard the news that Leman Russ planned to expand his army to compete for the position of Warmaster.

However, their legions were busy clearing out Galaspide.

Galaspides resemble giant spiders, possessing powerful regenerative and offensive abilities, as well as the ability to spray acid and even create force fields. They often inhabit dark, damp areas, preying on other creatures and posing a serious threat to humans and other species.

"The book written by us sisters is really useful. It records all kinds of aliens. However, there is no anatomical diagram of Galaspide, and the introduction is not as detailed as that of other alien species." Ferrus said.

"I remember that when she encountered this alien, she was summoned by Jonson. In order to complete the task as quickly as possible, she chose heavy firepower weapons to deal with Galaspide, which led to this situation." Fulgrim explained.

"In that case, we can indeed capture a few alive and give them to her." Ferrus said, already gripping the war hammer in his hand.

Fulgrim's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile. "It would be fun to capture a few alive. She might be very surprised. However, these Galaspides are not easy to deal with. Their regenerative abilities and strange attacks could put our warriors in danger if we are not careful."

Ferrus waved his hammer confidently. "What are you afraid of? Our legion is no pushover. With proper deployment, capturing a few alive shouldn't be a problem. I think we can first have some warriors attract their attention and use their aggressive nature to lure them into our trap. At the same time, we can deploy warriors skilled in long-range attacks to suppress their movements at critical moments, preventing them from escaping or launching overly violent counterattacks."

Fulgrim nodded in agreement. "This plan is feasible. But be careful. Galaspide can spray strong acid, and the force field is quite tricky. The traps must be set cleverly, and the soldiers attacking from a distance must pay attention to their own safety. I will communicate with the captains of each team and arrange the specific operations."

After saying this, Fulgrim turned and walked towards the nearby communication device and began to deploy the battle plan in an orderly manner.

Ferrus tightened the grip of the warhammer in his hand, looked firmly at the rampaging Galaspide, and thought about the capture operation that was about to begin.

At this moment, the shouts and screams of the Galaspide on the battlefield were intertwined. A special capture operation against the aliens was about to begin. The news of Leman Russ expanding his army and competing for the position of warmaster in the distance seemed to be temporarily forgotten by them, and they devoted themselves to the battle with the aliens in front of them.

"Actually, there's no need to go to great lengths. We just need to control the force and hit the spider's head with one punch." Fulgrim said, raising his fist confidently.

"Is there any creature in this world that can be stronger than the Primarch?" As the Phoenix Lord, his tone was full of unquestionable confidence.

After saying that, he rushed into the battlefield like a flash of purple lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived next to a Galaspide. Then, he gathered all his strength and punched the Galaspide's spider-like head hard.

With a dull thud, a powerful force erupted instantly, and the spider's head exploded with a "bang" like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, and green slime splattered everywhere.

"I didn't control the strength well and used too much force. I thought I would knock it unconscious directly."

The powerful force displayed by Fulgrim's punch made the surrounding Galaspide pause. They had been attacking the legion soldiers madly, but now they seemed to feel the threat from the Primarch.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the aliens let out even sharper hisses, turned their attention to Fulgrim, and rushed towards him like a tide.

Seeing this, Ferrus shouted, "Fulgrim, I come to your aid! Brothers, do not let these monsters get close to the Primarch!"

Ferrus rushed into the battlefield, brandishing his war hammer, leading the legion warriors to rush towards the alien quickly, and engaged in a fierce close combat with Galaspide.

With their superb combat skills and fearless courage, the warriors blocked the alien offensive and shared the pressure for Fulgrim.

Fulgrim stood there, facing the swarming Galaspide, his expression calm and composed.

While cleverly dodging the strong acid sprayed by the alien, he waited for the right moment and attacked again.

His figure flashed, and he shuttled among the aliens like a ghost. Every punch he threw landed accurately on Galaspide's vital parts, and the aliens fell to the ground one after another under his iron fist.

But the Galaspide were numerous and had powerful regenerative abilities. Despite the strenuous resistance of Fulgrim and his warriors, the situation remained tense.

At this moment, Fulgrim suddenly had an idea. He shouted through the Legion's communication channel: "Ferus, have the soldiers concentrate their firepower on attacking the Galaspide's leg joints and destroying their ability to move. This will make it easier to capture them alive!"

Upon hearing this, Ferrus immediately responded, "Roger! Command, attack the leg joints!"

The soldiers quickly adjusted their tactics. For a moment, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of killing were intertwined, and the battlefield was filled with smoke.

Under the artillery fire of the two legions, the legs of the Galapagos were broken, they lost their ability to move and collapsed to the ground.

Fulgrim saw the opportunity and began to select relatively intact Galaspides, preparing to capture them alive...

Fulgrim spotted a Galaspide that was still struggling despite having a wounded leg, and stepped forward quickly.