Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Since you have said so, I will not ask any further questions. However, this secret is so important that I can't help but have a deeper understanding of the dangers of the Warp." Guilliman said with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

Ol Persson nodded slightly. "I'm glad you understand. The Warp is by no means a benevolent place. The secrets and dangers within it are far beyond your imagination. Even a being as powerful as the Emperor must be extremely cautious when setting foot there."

Guilliman then came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, and said, "Senior, Ultramar is currently facing some difficulties in resource allocation and defense layout. I wonder what your advice is?"

Ol Persson thought for a moment and knew in his heart that this guy wanted to test him, but he didn't show anything on his face.

Just tell Guilliman some things he knows, so that the Primarch knows that he is dispensable, but he does need to serve him.

"Resource allocation must be tailored to local conditions and cannot be generalized. As for the defensive layout, we must focus on multi-layered and flexible defenses and cannot rely solely on fixed defense lines."

As he spoke, he asked Guilliman for paper and pen and began to draw simple diagrams to elaborate on his ideas.

Guilliman listened attentively, occasionally raising questions and offering insights.

Ol Persson drew a diagram while explaining in detail, "You see, the 500 worlds are vast, and the resource characteristics of different planets vary greatly. When it comes to resource allocation, we should establish dedicated resource reserves based on the output advantages of each planet. For example, mineral-rich planets should focus on developing the smelting industry, and the refined raw materials can be transported to industrial core planets. This will not only improve production efficiency but also reduce transportation losses."

You yourself know all of this, Guilliman, and this is what he did.

But I was very polite to my seniors and didn't get angry.

He carefully examined the blueprint and nodded frequently. "Senior, what you said is absolutely right. Although we had a resource allocation plan in the past, it wasn't detailed enough, resulting in some resources being wasted during the transfer process. Following your ideas, we can indeed optimize it a lot."

Ol Persson went on to say, "As for defensive layout, traditional linear lines of defense are easily breached when facing a flexible and adaptable enemy. We need to build a three-dimensional, dynamic defense system."

"The outer layer is primarily composed of interstellar early warning stations and mobile fleets, responsible for early reconnaissance and interception of long-range enemy attacks. The middle layer is equipped with multiple mobile defensive fortresses, equipped with powerful firepower, capable of rapid response and support to areas under attack. The inner layer relies on the planet's own defense facilities to form the final solid line of defense."

Guilliman frowned slightly and raised a question, "Senior, building such a complex defense system would require an immense amount of resources and manpower. Can Ultramar's current reserves support it?"

Ol Persson smiled and said confidently, "This goes back to the issue of resource allocation. By rationally integrating resources, we can not only save sufficient supplies, but also recruit more personnel to contribute to defense construction by improving production efficiency. Moreover, once this defense system is completed, it will greatly enhance Ultramar's overall defense capabilities. In the long run, it will be very worthwhile."

Guilliman pondered for a moment, his eyes gradually brightening. "Your insights are like the light that clears the clouds. They have given me a sudden enlightenment. I will immediately arrange for the personnel to formulate a detailed plan according to your ideas."

The Primarch immediately summoned his attendants, ordered them to prepare relevant materials and summon relevant persons in charge, and prepare to hold an emergency meeting to discuss the specific implementation details.

"I have told you almost everything I need to tell you, and it's time for me to leave now," said Ol Persson.

Guilliman nodded, understanding that Orr Persson had been traveling for so long and needed rest. He summoned his attendants and said gently, "Take Senior Orr Persson to his quarters. Make sure all arrangements are made for his comfort."

The attendant responded respectfully, bowed slightly to Ol Persson, and motioned him to follow him.

Ol Persson followed the attendant out of the hall and walked further away along the ornately decorated corridor.

The servant led Or Persong through the winding corridors. Along the way, the precious crystals inlaid on the walls emitted a soft light, illuminating the surroundings like a dream.

Ol Persson's face was calm, after all, he had lived in some of these palaces thousands of years ago.

After a while, they arrived in front of a spacious residence.

The servant gently pushed open the door. The room was warmly and elegantly decorated. A huge floating bed was placed in the center of the room, surrounded by various exquisite furniture.

On the table by the window, there are several pots of green plants emitting a strange fragrance.

"Mr. Ol Persson, this is your residence. If you need anything, you can contact me at any time through the communication device beside the bed." The servant said politely.

Ol Persson walked into the room, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, not bad, thank you for your hard work."

The servant bowed again, slowly left the room and gently closed the door.

Ol Persson walked to the window and looked out at the vast scenery of Ultramar, his mind full of thoughts.

He knew that he stayed to help this time because of Xi's sake, but of course the most important thing was that he wanted to go back to farming.

But it doesn't seem to matter.

As he thought about it, Ol Persson felt a wave of fatigue coming over him.

He walked to the bed and lay down on it. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

At Guilliman's place, Lady Euton looked at her child lovingly and said earnestly, "Since Mr. Or Persson has specifically warned you not to venture into the depths of the Warp easily and to remain vigilant of the Warp at all times, you must take this to heart."

Guilliman nodded solemnly. After talking with Or Pershon, he already had a new idea in his mind.

He thought to himself that perhaps it was time to start searching for some Star God fragments.

At the same time, it is imperative to increase efforts to cultivate anti-psychic units.

After all, the power of the Warp is mostly related to psychic energy. Having sufficiently powerful anti-psychic units can suppress the influence of the Warp to a certain extent, build a more solid line of defense for Ultramar, and resist potential threats from the Warp.

"Mr. Or Pershon clearly didn't give it his all just now," Guilliman said thoughtfully.

Lady Euton nodded gently and responded, "That's perfectly normal. He was once a Warmaster and an old friend of your father and mother. Given his status and experience, it's unlikely he would submit to you unconditionally. However, even so, what he just said has already sounded a heavy alarm for you."

Guilliman frowned slightly, lost in thought.

He understood that what Ms. Euton said was true. Although Or Persson had some reservations, his stories about the Warp and past experiences were undoubtedly reminding him that the situation facing Ultramar and the entire Empire was far more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined.

This also strengthened his determination to take action to improve Ultramar's defense and ability to deal with unknown threats.

Guilliman suddenly recalled that Hill had made similar suggestions to him before.

That suggestion not only involved matters related to his brother, but also concerned the reinforcement of the defense systems of the other 500 worlds.

However, at that time, Guilliman did not take Hill's suggestion seriously. Instead, he felt that Hill's consideration was inappropriate and severely reprimanded him on the spot.

As a punishment, Guilliman also ordered his men to paint Hill's helmet red, making him a warning to everyone.

Now, thinking about it carefully, combined with what Or Persson said, Guilliman realized that he might have really wronged Hill.

But now Hill's suggestion was not aimless, but rather had a certain degree of foresight and rationality. It was just that he failed to understand its profound meaning at the time.

Thinking of this, Guilliman couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"However, your mother does have high hopes for you. She has introduced her old friends and former Warmasters to you. From what I can see, she has high hopes for you to become Warmaster."

Ms. Euton said with a smile.

In her heart, the son she raised with great difficulty was undoubtedly the most outstanding person in the entire galaxy. It seemed natural that he would ascend to the position of war commander one day.

Guilliman was slightly stunned. He had never fully appreciated the kindness of his regent mother before.

He had been busy dealing with the complicated affairs of Ultramar. Although he knew that his mother had high hopes for him, he did not expect that this expectation would be specific to the grand goal of becoming a warmaster.

Thinking of this, he felt warm in his heart, but also felt a heavy sense of responsibility.

Although Guilliman felt his mother's expectation, he still felt in his heart that Ferrus seemed more qualified to be the Warmaster.

Guilliman had always admired Ferrus's calm and resolute character, as well as his outstanding military strategy and leadership.

In Guilliman's eyes, Ferrus's calm judgment in the face of complex battle situations and his profound influence on the soldiers under his command are indispensable qualities for becoming a Warmaster.

Moreover, the position of war general is mostly responsible for military management.

In comparison, although he had made some achievements in governing Ultramar, he still seemed to have a long way to go in terms of the all-round capabilities that a Warmaster should possess.

"The ability and courage Ferrus has always demonstrated truly aligns with the role of Warmaster. I believe that if he can shoulder this responsibility, he will surely lead us all towards a better future."

Guilliman expressed his thoughts frankly to Lady Euden.

Although he understood his mother's expectations of him, he had his own objective judgment on the right person for this key position.

Palace Master Zunwu showed a gentle smile on her face. As the saying goes, no one knows a child better than his mother. She knew her child's true thoughts very well.

"Robert, you might as well give it a try, right? After all, judging from your mother's actions, she clearly supports you and has high hopes for you."

Euden looked at Guilliman with a gentle and encouraging gaze and continued, "You possess advantages and abilities that others cannot match, and your achievements in governing Ultramar are evident to all. Although you believe Ferrus is qualified, your own potential is equally immeasurable. Why not seize the opportunity your mother has created for you and bravely fight for it?"

The Lord of the Palace hoped that Guilliman would have more confidence and see that he had the qualities to compete for the position of Warmaster.

Chapter 372 Cold Jokes Online, Dirty Wolf

On the Solar Glory, the two Primarchs walked side by side in the corridor, with the guards following behind them at a proper distance.

"30, my 30 Dawnbringers. I have to say, Terra is simply a perfect place for recruiting soldiers, and the gene seeds are almost suitable for any legion." Aurora sighed.

Hui Le interjected, "The number of people in my legion has now exceeded 10. Sometimes I really want to take Terra for myself."

The guards following behind the two Primarchs looked calm, as if they had heard nothing.

Aurora chuckled and continued, "What's the point of talking about grabbing it? Once that old Emperor abdicates, Terra will naturally be ours. Then, we'll bring water from other planets and fill Terra up completely."

Aurora's words were not without reason. His descendants and nephews also felt that Terra should belong to them.

After all, their Primarch had been raised on Terra, and all the warriors of both Legions were of Terran descent.

"Don't fill Terra with water completely. Just cover 70% of the area. This way, vegetation will grow again on Terra and it will return to its ancient appearance." Hui Le suggested.

"Then how should we accommodate so many Terrans?"

Aurora looked puzzled.

After all, even after efforts like those carried out by the White King's retainers to alleviate Terra's population congestion, it wasn't long before overcrowding always returned.

Hui Le said disapprovingly, "That's so simple! The war to conquer the galaxy is almost in its middle stages now. Why not just have Malcador deploy more Terrans to us?"

In fact, both the regular soldiers and the auxiliary soldiers of these two legions came from Terra.

They have a special affection for Terra and also harbor unique visions for the future of their home planet.

"Alas, it's such a pity that I still couldn't get the battleship I always dreamed of." Hui Le said with emotion.

Aurora couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You're still thinking about that silver-white battleship that belongs to Mother. Your idea is like coveting the Emperor's fantasy. It's completely unrealistic. How can it possibly come true?"

Hui Le nodded helplessly, then became excited again: "Well, so I have now asked Mars to help me build a new one."

There was a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, as if she had already seen his Glorious Queen galloping across the starry sky.

Aurora raised her eyebrows slightly and asked with interest, "Oh? Commissioning Mars to build it? What kind of warship are you planning to build? Tell me about it."

Hui Le gestured excitedly, "I asked them to use Mother's silver-white battleship as a model, but to incorporate more distinctive elements of our legion. The lines of the hull should be sharper, highlighting our legion's indomitable spirit. The weapon system should also be fully upgraded, equipped with the latest laser cannons and quantum torpedoes, to ensure that it overwhelms similar warships in terms of firepower."

Aurora listened, pondering inwardly, imagining the warship Hui Le had described. She commented, "It does sound impressive, but building it will probably be quite time-consuming and labor-intensive. Mars may have abundant resources and technology, but other Primarchs may also have commissions. You'll have to keep a close eye on the progress."

Hui Le smiled confidently: "Don't worry, I have already communicated with the Martian side, and they promised to give priority to my commission. I have also sent the most capable technical officers in the legion to supervise the construction, and any problems can be solved in a timely manner. I can't wait to see the new battleship launched."

The two continued to move forward while talking, and the guards continued to follow silently behind them. The corridor was filled with their heated discussion about the new battleship.

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On Ostan, Leman Russ's armor was now stained with blood.

The Wolf King's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scene where the Emperor spoke to him.

The Emperor ordered him to find a sacred artifact, but did not tell him where the artifact was or who had it. He only asked him to rely on his extremely sensitive nose to find it.

Leman Russ was filled with helplessness. The galaxy was so vast, where should he start looking?

How can you find it just by your nose?

When he thought of the mission assigned by the Emperor, he would rather team up with El'Jonson, even if he had to endure the other party's jokes and sarcasm, than searching for the artifact without any clue.

The Wolf Lord stood on the wasteland of Ostan, the howling wind blew past, making his bloodstained cloak flutter.

Looking at the rolling mountains and barren land in the distance, he took a deep breath, trying to catch even a trace of the scent related to the artifact in the wind, but there was nothing except the smell of dust and blood.

Leman Russ frowned, thinking to himself, "This is a truly daunting task. Allfather, could you not give me a few more pointers?"

At this moment, the Wolf King's guards stepped forward and respectfully reported to him, "Sir, Lady Aurora's Glorious Queen Sword has arrived here and is preparing to sail past."

A thought flashed in Leman Russ's eyes, and he immediately gave a decisive order: "Stop them and tell them that I have something to discuss with Aurora."

After receiving the order, the guard quickly turned around to carry out the mission, while Leman Russ waited, thinking in his mind that perhaps he could get some clues about finding the artifact from Aurora, and if that didn't work, he could drag her into the water as well.

Not long after, the Sword of the Queen of Glory slowly came to a stop.

The hatch opened, and Aurora came out with several followers, followed by Huile. Aurora was the first to speak: "Riemann, you have turned into a dirty wolf."

Leman Russ, who was about to greet him warmly, paused and said, "You were the one who taught Jonson that bad joke."

Aurora nodded.

Huile had already laughed out loud, she already knew why Leman Russ was like this.

"How is it? My teaching is very good. Zhuang Sen can still make people laugh now." Aurora said.

Leman Russ lowered his clenched fist. His sister probably didn't understand how she had been tortured by Jonson's jokes because of him.

Between being a greenskin in a star field and listening to jokes, he would rather choose being a greenskin for a week.

Huile had a puzzled look on his face: "Riemann, why did you stop me? Is there something important?"

Leman Russ stepped forward, pointed at his bloodstained armor, and said with a wry smile, "The Allfather asked me to find an artifact, but he gave me no clues, just told me to smell it. The Galaxy is so vast, where am I supposed to find it? You have many connections, have you heard of any artifacts?"

Aurora frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I have heard a little about the artifact. But it's hard to tell whether this information is true or not. It is said that in the ancient ruins of Istra, there are some records related to the mysterious artifact."

Huile's face was full of suspicion, and he couldn't help asking, "How do you know so much?"

Based on her previous understanding of Aurora, she felt that this guy shouldn't know so much.