Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Within the XIII Legion, these warriors all exhibit certain common characteristics, characteristics that are not merely external manifestations, but rather the embodiment of the very essence of their Primarchs.

Whether it's the Eighth Legion's thirst for blood and fury or the Thirteenth Legion's impulsiveness, they're all direct reflections of their Primarchs' personality traits. These traits, like an invisible bond, tightly connect every warrior and form the Legion's unique cultural atmosphere and combat effectiveness.

Therefore, the mutations of the Legion and the character traits of the warriors were all invisibly shaped by the Primarch.

Like great artists, they have dedicated their lives and strength to painting vivid and unique paintings for the Legion. These paintings not only record the Legion's glory and honor, but also deeply reveal the wonderful connection between life and genes.

Today, Tzeentch is also working hard to retain the Primarch for the Empire.

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Chapter 60 Is swallowing saliva a disease?

"So we succeeded and improved the gene-seed?"

"Yes, but I succeeded. After countless attempts and revisions, I finally found a way to improve the gene seed."

"Furthermore, I showed my mother the method for improving the gene seeds. With her discerning eyes, she gave it a very high evaluation, believing that this method was not only feasible but also very innovative. She even praised me as her smartest daughter."

"It seems that you really succeeded." The Primarchs sighed sincerely.

"You solved this problem by yourself?"

"Actually, it's not entirely my credit. There's also a warp-like pen pal who likes to change who got involved. Although his personality and behavior are a bit eccentric, even difficult to understand at times, he did provide a lot of valuable ideas and insights. But then again, he's not a good person either. When I talk to him, I always feel like he's coveting something of mine."

Vera sat in front of the control console in the center of the laboratory, surrounded by complex instruments and flashing indicator lights. The air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

Her eyes were fixed on the scene in front of her, where "their" newborn offspring lay quietly.

But beneath the Primarch's seemingly calm appearance, a "brain meeting" was taking place.

"Then He didn't lie to you? After all, the subspace is often full of unknowns and dangers."

Hui Le's words revealed a hint of worry when they reached the minds of the other two Primarchs.

"I've already considered this. Before deciding to cooperate with Him, I conducted in-depth research and understanding on my own, although I didn't find any specific issues."

"And my Warp pen pal also told me how to summon other Warp elves."

"Did you try it? What was the result?"

"Of course I tried. After all, curiosity is a scientist's nature."

Laila shrugged, playing with the scalpel in her hands.

"Elves did appear. They looked mysterious and cute, like messengers from another dimension. However, they warned me not to delve deeper into the warp."

"Then did you listen to them?" Hui Le's voice carried a hint of concern into the Primarch's mind. She was worried that Vera would be in danger.

"Uh, well..."

The other party's caring tone made Vera hesitate for a moment, and then continued the conversation in her mind:

"To be honest, I was startled by their warning, but as a scientist, I'm a little curious. However, I also listened to their advice. I will put my research on the subspace aside for the time being.

"Now, I have slightly changed the direction of my research. I am now studying the Heart of Eternity. This project was established for all Astartes to make them more powerful."

"Are you so kind?" A doubtful voice filled my mind.

Vera smiled slightly, a sly look in her eyes. "If I hadn't said that, the two chancellors of our empire wouldn't have approved the project funding for me. You know, scientific research is not an easy task. Without sufficient financial support, everything is just empty talk."

Lareo couldn't help but laugh as he was writing a newspaper. "I see. But if you need money, tell me! I have it."

"You have?"

"I'm the woman who controls all of Terra's newspapers now. Anyone on this planet who needs intelligence has to go through me. Tell me, how can I live without money?"

"However, this money should be used elsewhere, such as on our offspring. The power carried by the gene seed is too strong, resulting in the future warriors of the 11th Legion being destined to be scarce."

"What about strength?"

Leila looked at her arm, which was scratched and had almost no blood left.

"I can fight five at once."

"Is it compared to Braymer?"

"...?"

Sister, you think too highly of me. I don't even dare to dream like this!

When will I be able to mass-produce these Astartes officers of the Eighth Division of the Sanshi0qiluosi who are capable of suppressing the Imperial Guards and have experienced the Terran Unification War?

I only dare to say this because my newborn offspring was able to fight five people alone and almost drained my blood.

"Let's change the subject. The next time I study the Warp, I will have the Emperor stand before me when I attempt to summon the Warp Wisps. After all, I don't want to get into any trouble because of my curiosity."

"Hearing you say that, it seems like that dead dad is finally useful."

"Yeah, I've seen him being so close to Horus recently and not caring about anything. It makes me very angry just thinking about it." Lario sighed, with a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction in his mind.

"In order to demystify Horus at the time and let him understand how the Emperor was born, everyone in the family supported Horus to become the Emperor's guard officer. Even before he had studied with the Emperor for a few years, I felt that Horus was very strange."

"Is it grinning and swallowing?"

"It seems everyone knows."

Huile thought about the previous scene with Horus, and she felt goosebumps.

"Aurora or anyone else, as long as Horus is present, he will be like this whenever the Emperor is mentioned."

"Horus must have swollen salivary glands, which is why this happened." Leila, the Primarch who specializes in biological genes, directly determined the cause of the disease. After all, who in this world could create a virus that could make a Primarch drool?

Even if there was, who would go to so much trouble just to make Horus drool?

"But he would still grin and have a look of reminiscence in his eyes."

"Then he might also be suffering from tics or facial spasms."

She quickly and swiftly clicked on the medical book to judge. She really didn't want to, nor did she dare to, think about who could have made Horus like this.

"Okay, everyone, stop chatting and come to the lab to have your blood drawn."

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Chapter 61 Yellow Haired Treachery

In the foulest and most desperate realms of the Warp.

Heh heh heh aaaaaaah.

Nurgle was humming a melodious tune, a spoon in his hand gently stirring the green, disgusting yet strangely charming mixture in the pot. This was his masterpiece, a miracle created by his unparalleled knowledge of genetic biology.

The surrounding Nurglings, feeling the Father's joy, also began to play and frolic happily. They either crowded around him or crowded around him, celebrating the Father's joy and this great moment.

Nurgle, the world's top genetic biologist, uses his wisdom and talents to bring the two powerful Primarchs into his arms.

By that time, He will have both sons and daughters: a wife, three daughters, and a son.

His brothers and sisters will drool in envy in His presence.

When his children return, they will follow the example of the damned and launch a great expedition into the warp. At that time, his territory will expand unprecedentedly, and his brothers and sisters will be driven by him and turned into endless weeds.

After all, the two Primarchs who were about to return to his arms were strong enough to rank among the top ten in terms of psychic power. More importantly, there was an indescribable compatibility between them and Nurgle, as if they were tailor-made for him.

Among them, his son, Mortarion, possesses an unyielding will and the essence of death. His existence is like a walking god of death, able to face any difficulties calmly and regard death as a destination.

The daughter who was about to return to him was even more astonishing. She possessed four completely different essences: death, destruction, life, and machinery.

These essences intertwined and merged within her, forming a unique and powerful being. Her life and mechanical essences were deliberately added by Nurgle at some later time to complete her existence.

At that time, in the laboratory of the Damned, Lady Thirst tried to suppress the genes of the Damned by enhancing the genes of the Overmind, so that the Eleventh Primarch would become a female.

This move was obviously successful. When his brothers and sisters turned all their attention and gazes to other Primarchs,

He took action. After all, no evil god would take thunder, a symbol of death and destruction, under his command. She was the embodiment of the end and death.

A loving Father invests most of His good, intact life authority.

In order to prevent his daughter from being in conflict between the two essences of life and destruction, Nurgle spared no effort and went to Vashtor in person to snatch part of the mechanical essence.

These mechanical essences acted like a lubricant, cleverly balancing the various essences in her daughter, allowing her to be born smoothly and become a unique existence.

Now, the loving Father is about to reap two powerful Primarchs, both of whom are the proudest and most awe-inspiring masterpieces of nature in the universe.

Primarch No. 11 not only represents Nurgle's pinnacle achievement in the field of genetic biology, but will also become an important force for him to stir up storms in the universe in the future.

The loving father carefully checked on his daughters as usual, but when his eyes fell on one of them, his face instantly became gloomy and terrifying, and his anger burned as fiercely as Khorne itself.

The Nurglings who were happily playing nearby seemed to have also felt the volcanic wrath of their kind father. Their movements stopped instantly, and a depressing and tense atmosphere permeated the entire Nurgle domain.

"Tzeentch, you yellow-haired bastard, how dare you touch my daughter? I will turn your Crystal Palace into dust!"

The father's roar almost resounded throughout the entire subspace. Every existence in the subspace involuntarily stopped what they were doing and prepared to watch the show that was about to begin.

Then came Tzeentch's disturbing shrill laughter, which was filled with nine parts conspiracy and one part complacency, echoing in the warp, as if to tear the entire space apart.

"enough!"

The loving father roared again, and then he summoned all the great unclean ones. All the uncleanness and countless viruses followed the loving father.

Nurgle led them in a mighty march towards the direction where Tzeentch was.

Outside Crystal Palace, a confrontation that was unprecedented or even happening every day was taking place.

The loving father led his great unclean ones, like a pool of green sewage, surging towards the Crystal Palace.

As for Tzeentch, he stood in his dazzling crystal palace with a playful smile on his face, as if he didn't take the crisis to heart.

"Why did you approach my daughter?" the kind father questioned Jianqi, his tone full of anger and dissatisfaction.

A question mark appeared on Tzeentch's bird face in the Crystal Palace, and then he waved his hands lightly, and countless illusions and tricks intertwined in the space.

His laughter, as sharp as an ice blade, pierced through the wrath of his loving father and echoed throughout the warp.

"Since when did Primarch Eleven become your daughter?"

Nurgle was speechless, for he could feel that the Ruler and the Damned were also watching them. If he said the wrong thing now, he might face siege from the three gods.

The kind father suddenly had an idea: "I came for humanity. Tzeentch, you are too despicable. For your own selfish interests, you want to corrupt other Primarchs one after another and make them your playthings."

The demon gods who were watching the show said: "Hey, buddy, you are really a messenger of justice, standing on the highest moral ground and pointing fingers. You and Tzeentch are in a mess."

Tzeentch said innocently, "She said she liked my feathers very much, so I gave them to her. What's the problem with that?"

The voice passed through the Crystal Palace and reached Nurgle's ears. Now, anything Tzeentch said would only provoke Nurgle's anger.

"Come and fight me, I will pluck out your feathers one by one." The kind father scolded angrily.

Tzeentch did not leave the Crystal Palace. Seeing the anger of the demon, he knew that the two big monsters were worth it.

I have roughly determined these eleven Primarchs.

Tzeentch defended himself, "She likes my voice and my wisdom. I even gave her a gift, the little elf from the Warp, which she loved very much."

"Leave now!" The father's tone had turned cold and resolute. "Open the door if you can."

"If he wasn't capable, you would have called in long ago. If I wasn't capable, how could she like my handwriting? We've become best pen pals. How could I just leave like that?"

The loving father was furious upon hearing this, and it seemed as if a war was about to break out...

In the eyes of the gods, this was really a nonsensical behavior. The Bull Head and the Horse Head could not agree, and the two sides seemed to be talking about different things.

Even the gods found it difficult to understand their words, but they knew that there would definitely be a fight between the two.

Nurgle is now outside the crystal, constantly scratching at it, but his attacks are blocked by the barrier of hope and cannot cause any waves.

There's a lot of thunder but little rain. It's the same today. Let's go! Let's go!

There was nothing to see. This scene had been played out countless times before, and no one had ever managed to break through the Crystal Palace.

PS: Nurgle is very Khorne today and very angry.

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Chapter 62: Treating Drooling

"Today is a Primarch gathering hosted by Horus, and Lyra is needed to attend in place of Aurora."

"Hey, hey, why do you want me to go?"

Leila frowned, looking reluctant. Aurora and Huile were pushing her forward behind her, forcing her body to change route.

"Among all the returning Primarchs, you are the one who is most interested in genes and has done the most research." Aurora smiled with a hint of cunning in her eyes.