Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Thinking of this, Huile couldn't help but laugh at himself.

As the Primarch, he has no legion of his own, no clear responsibilities and status, and is really idle.

She looked up into the distance. The towering palace looked dilapidated and majestic in the sunset, but also more out of reach.

"Perhaps, I should find something to do for myself, so that I can at least stay with my mother." Hui Le thought silently in her heart. She knew very well that if she continued to do nothing like this, not only would she be unable to share the pressure with her mother, but she might also be assigned tasks at will by the emperor and become his slave.

Worse still, she might be forced into Horus's Legion and become his Sigillite, something she absolutely did not want.

In Huile's opinion, the Emperor's preference for Horus was simply blatant.

In the name of instruction, the Emperor had given Horus the Legions at his disposal - the V, XVI and XIX.

Although these legions were not nominally under the direct command of Horus, they were often directly deployed by Horus in actual combat.

These three legions, in particular, were deeply influenced by the culture of Horus on his home planet, and were filled with the atmosphere of gangsters, which made Huile, the Primarch who was born and raised on Terra, feel extremely disgusted.

What made Hui Le even more unbearable was that the emperor even proposed the position of "War Marshal", whose military power was almost equal to that of the emperor and could mobilize all legions.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this position was tailor-made for Horus.

The old Emperor's partiality has reached an outrageous level. He is unwilling to maintain even the surface of fairness and is inseparable from Horus all day long.

Hui Le felt his heart was about to collapse at the thought that Horus might become the warmaster.

She couldn't imagine what a terrible sight it would be if the imperial army really became like a gang, filled with warrior associations everywhere.

Even the people of Terra were privately saying that the Emperor had two children, one was Horus and the other was "the other child." This slightly teasing rumor was widely circulated in the streets and alleys of Terra, and now she thought about it, it inexplicably revealed a sense of truth.

We can only pray that Vera can improve the gene seed and restore the glory of the 11th Legion!

"Huile, my child, what are you thinking about? You are so engrossed." Xi's gentle voice interrupted Huile's thoughts. She had stood in front of Huile without knowing when, her eyes full of care and curiosity.

Huile looked up at her mother, a determined glint in her eyes. "I want the sword, too." She held out her fair hand to her mother, her gesture like a squirrel begging for food—adorable yet with a hint of unquestionable determination.

Xi smiled slightly, seemingly not surprised by her daughter's request.

A long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, the sword body flashing with cold light, and the runes engraved on it were like the language of gods, expounding the inexpressible profound truth.

"It's called a divine oracle,"

Xi's voice was filled with awe. "It is meticulously crafted from the body, spells, and psychic energy of a real god. It is a true divine weapon."

Huile took the sword and gently stroked the runes on it, feeling the powerful force contained within. An inexplicable excitement surged in her heart, as if this sword was the answer she had been looking for.

"Does Horus have it too?" she suddenly asked.

Xi was slightly stunned when she heard this. She keenly noticed the change in her daughter's words. How come her daughter became a little different after just a few minutes of not seeing her?

This question even reminded her of the Emperor's childhood.

"Why do you feed it and not me?"

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Chapter 58... The Imperial Regent

"Why do you feed it and not me?"

Young Neos asked a question, his dissatisfaction evident in his words.

He looked at Xi, a woman in front of him who was wearing animal skin, had wheat-colored skin, and a curvy figure. She was holding some vegetables in her hands and gently feeding a little white rabbit, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

Xi cast a questioning look at Neos. The child was looking at her expectantly, as if saying, "Feed me quickly, feed me quickly."

Xi smiled lightly and said:

"If it can eat grass and leaves, do you want to eat them too? Can you eat them? Besides, I was the one who picked you up. You were weak back then, so I took extra care of you and fed you. Now that you can run and walk, do you still need me to feed you?"

When Neos heard this, he immediately became unhappy. He puffed out his chest and said like a little devil:

"Now you have to take good care of me. When I grow up, I will definitely be more powerful than you. Then I will be the one to do the hunting. You will wait for me at home and cook for me."

Xi didn't look at him, but turned to look at the house behind her. It was a simple stone house that she built with her own hands. At this moment, in the words of this little ghost, this stone house seemed to have become his property.

Xi secretly complained in her heart: "You are bullying me because I am a college student who just traveled through time. I have received higher education and I don't want to argue with a brat like you. Otherwise, Neos would have died by the river long ago."

She took a deep breath, walked into the stone house behind her, and no longer paid attention to the child.

"What are you raising...what are you raising?" Seeing Xi ignored him, Neos followed him in and asked with some confusion.

Xi turned around, looked at him and said, "It's breeding."

"How did you come up with this method of confining animals and making them so docile, and even reproducing locally? The tribe I used to be in also tried to confine animals, but the animals they raised were either too large to manage or simply could not be kept alive. Many people died, and ultimately they failed." There was a glint of admiration in Neos' eyes. He stared at Xi curiously, wanting to get an answer from her.

It goes without saying that the people in those tribes may have found the wrong animals, or failed to provide them with enough food, water and a suitable living environment, or perhaps some accident occurred.

The animals I choose are docile, easy to raise, and highly adaptable, able to survive in new environments.”

Xi smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "Because I can see some fragments of the future, and I have experienced some things in the future. I know these things by nature, kid."

This is not a complete deception, after all, Xi is indeed a person from the future.

When Neos heard this, a hint of doubt and curiosity flashed in his eyes, but he quickly muttered, "So mysterious."

Suddenly, Xi kicked him lightly and he fell to the ground.

Xi's voice came: "Since you are well now, you should hurry back to your tribe."

When Neos heard this, he panicked. He lay on the ground and said pitifully, "No! Everyone in my tribe is dead. I will starve to death at such a young age.

Xi's voice came from the stone house, with a hint of indifference: "Then build your own house. I can share some of the food I hunt with you, but you can't sleep with me."

When Neos heard this, he became even more anxious. After all, it was hard to feel such warmth from someone other than his father. Someone was waiting by his side and looking at him with a worried look on his face.

He raised his head, looked at the figure in the stone house and said, "Can't I sleep with you? I promise I won't disturb you!"

"No."

Seeing Xi's firm attitude, Neos had no choice but to lower his head helplessly.

So he stood up and began to think about how to build his own house.

In the end, it was Xi who helped him build the stone house.

"Is this the first time father and mother met?"

When Horus finished listening to the Emperor's narration of the past, his eyes flashed with doubt and confusion.

He always felt that the image of his mother in the stories told by the emperor was a little strange, completely different from the gentle, virtuous, dignified and generous image he had imagined in his mind.

"Yes, kid."

The Emperor's voice was gentle and deep, as if carrying the vicissitudes of time and the warmth of memories.

"That was when your mother and I first met. Back then, I was just a young and ignorant child, but your mother was already a woman of great strength and wisdom."

Horus frowned and couldn't help but interrupt his father:

"But, Father, I think the mother in the story is a little strange. For example, how could she be so bewildered by a young you and even fall in love with you? It sounds like..."

He hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out his thoughts, "It's like a shotacon plus a love-brained one."

Upon hearing this, the emperor showed an embarrassed look on his face.

Of course, he understood the doubts and confusion in Horus' heart. After all, he had exaggerated this past event and it was indeed full of fantasy and incredibleness.

"Child, you may not yet understand the true meaning of love."

The Emperor could only speak earnestly, "Love isn't a rational choice, but a collision and fusion of emotions. In your mother's time, she probably never met a child as innocent and curious as me. And I, too, admire and love her for her gentleness and kindness. This feeling transcends the boundaries of age and status."

Horus listened quietly to his father's words, and gradually a glimmer of enlightenment came to his mind. The Emperor's words made him realize that love was indeed a wonderful and complex thing that could not be explained by simple logic and rules.

"So, father, what happened next?" Horus asked curiously, "How did you and mother overcome the difficulties and finally get together?"

The Emperor smiled and shook his head, as if lost in deep memories, about to start making up another story: "It was a long and arduous journey."

When Horus listened to the Emperor's story of the past, his expression was focused and solemn, but he was constantly thinking in his heart.

He looked at the emperor's handsome and deep face and couldn't help but think of his sisters, especially Aurora. She looked almost exactly like her mother, with those red eyes and gentle smile that always made people feel pity and love.

After all, who could resist a sister who looked exactly like her mother? That similar beauty undoubtedly evoked a sense of pity and closeness.

But Horus knew that behind beauty there might be unknown risks and temptations.

Therefore, after listening to the story told by the Emperor, she became more determined to guard against those around her sisters to prevent them from becoming the second mother in the story.

He must be careful to guard against those who are around his sister to prevent them from becoming like his mother.

"Father, your story has deeply inspired me." Horus spoke slowly, with a hint of firmness in his voice. In Horus's opinion, such a story between parents was only possible because the mother lived such a lonely life alone.

The emperor nodded, silent as a mountain, his eyes deep and calm, he was not afraid of Xi knowing.

Xi is like a quietly blooming lotus, elegant and calm. She rarely gets angry, and can remain calm and rational even when facing difficulties and injustice.

Her anger is always short-lived and restrained, and will soon subside, as if she has never been really angry. More importantly, Xi is very concerned about the overall situation. She always puts the interests of mankind and the empire first and will not let personal emotions affect the overall judgment and decision-making.

The Emperor knew this, so he was not worried that Xi would misunderstand or be dissatisfied with him because of this matter.

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Chapter 59: The Primarch in the Laboratory

In Leila's laboratory, Leila, wearing a white lab coat, is concentrating on doing experiments. Her hands operate various instruments flexibly and precisely, as if she is performing a silent symphony.

On the table next to her, sheets of white paper were neatly spread out, and Leila was writing on them in an otherworldly way. A blue feather was placed nearby, emitting a faint fluorescence, as if it contained some mysterious power.

She was focusing a small part of her attention on communicating with the existence in the warp. The Primarch's psychic energy outlined invisible tracks in the air, and those tracks instantly solidified into psychic words, clearly imprinted on the paper.

Life, from its birth, is like the breaking light of dawn, spreading infinite possibilities and hope. These possibilities branch out like wildfire, unstoppable and breaking through all barriers and constraints, shattering all established and disordered rules, and rewriting the chapter of life.

The feather on the table, emitting a faint blue glow, contained a strange power from the Warp. As the feather began to reveal strange handwriting on the paper, it seemed as if some transcendent being, through this feather, was conducting a dialogue across time and space with the Primarch on the paper.

Yes, this is change. Everything in the world is changing. Life is always pursuing light and hope. Life is wonderful because of change.

[Subspace creature, your rigid thinking thinks that we can only wander in this endless change, but do you know that this is the charm of our life?

However, you are limited to the pursuit of change, but have never comprehended the deeper truth - the true eternity is not static, but the constant change...

The handwriting jumps on the paper as if it has life, and each character contains endless power and wisdom.

What is eternity?

[Eternity is this immortality in constant change.]

It is not about the stagnation of time, but about finding a new self in every change and sticking to your inner beliefs in every challenge.

Just like the tree of life, it continues to grow with the changing seasons, and every time its leaves fall, it prepares for a more prosperous spring.

Eternity is finding one's own rhythm and melody in this constant change, letting the dance of life never end.

After that, the Primarch no longer used psychic energy to write on paper. It was meaningless. The existence on the other side had been guiding her to believe in change and trade with it, but the ultimate goal was to seek her soul.

In the Crystal Palace, the Lord of Change—the supreme being who controls change and hope—had a deep light gleaming in His eyes, and He continued to say, "This is all according to His plan."

In order to communicate with the daughters of the two gods, the Lord of Change paid a huge price, even sacrificing two powerful demons to inject his power into Terra.

The choice of Leila as the Primarch as the target was not accidental.

In the eyes of the Lord of Change, there are some subtle similarities between Lyra and Nurgle. For example, there are three Primarchs No. 11, Lyra is the Primarch who studies genetic organisms, and there is also the idea that eternity is change that was just written on the paper.

This similarity made him realize that Nurgle was very likely to kidnap the eleventh Primarch, so he had to strike first. Even if it meant that the eleventh Primarch would awaken his true nature, no one could get it, not even Nurgle.

Leila held the completed gene seed in her hand. This seemingly ordinary ball contained endless potential and possibilities.

It looks a bit like an octopus ball, round and elastic, with a faint blue light shining on the surface.

"All that's left is the final experiment."

Lyra whispered to herself, even as the Primarch's eyes flickered with anticipation and nervousness.

Place the gene seed into the selected experimental subject and personally help him become an Astartes.

Such an operation was too simple for the Primarch who specialized in genetics.

This caused the Primarch to focus his attention on recalling his research on other Legions, and he was able to easily deduce the gene Primarchs who had not yet returned to the Empire.

Any mutation of a Legion, whether good or bad, is deeply rooted in their Primarch, like an invisible brand that cannot be erased.

The 9th Legion, known to the world as the "Ghouls," is a prime example. They are composed of a group of mutants who are different at the genetic level. Deep in their souls, they seem to be driven by an irresistible force, a thirst for blood and fury, a primal desire for battle and killing.

Therefore, Leila could deduce that the Primarch who was chasing them, her brother who had not returned, was a Primarch who loved blood and was angry every day.

Let’s look at the Thirteenth Legion. They are called “Sons of War”. This title is not only a recognition of their fighting power, but also a vivid description of their character traits.

Whenever something happens, they always find it difficult to suppress their inner impulse and anger, as if there is an invisible force pushing them and making them unable to think calmly.

This personality trait also originated from their Primarch, as the gene seeds of their chapter all came from him.