Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"But I study genes to explore unknown mysteries, not to cure people!" Leila waved her hand, looking a little helpless. The two Primarch sisters pushed her, causing the Primarch's iron boots to leave deep scratches on the ground.

"But wasn't our legion healed by you through genetic research?" Hui Le blinked and pushed Leila from behind, his palms touching the Primarch's clothes to feel the warmth, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"That's genetic engineering, not a cure for saliva!" Leila rolled her eyes and pouted in pretend anger. He didn't disagree, after all, it was about brothers.

"Horus has been acting more and more strangely lately. As soon as the Emperor leaves him, he starts mumbling non-stop, with saliva hanging from his mouth. He doesn't even swallow, and it just keeps flowing."

Aurora sighed, a worried look on her face, and her palms gripped her relative's shoulders and arms like iron clamps, pushing her forward.

"Then why don't we just stay away from him from now on? Besides, I don't like him that much anyway." Leila looked indifferent, but suddenly remembered something and laughed: "Didn't you say in all of our minds that Horus was a gangster?"

"I said, I really don't like him, but he's sick now, and we can't just ignore him."

Huile frowned, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness and helplessness, but she really hated Horus's behavior of forming cliques. Now three or four legions were in chaos because of this behavior.

Astartes is no longer Astartes, it is almost becoming a gang.

But then again it seems that the Emperor also came from a gangster background, and he made it big and strong before achieving greater glory.

"Gulp, gulp," Horus tried his best to restrain himself, but the sound of swallowing still came unconsciously.

He patted his cheek in annoyance, feeling that he had been drooling too much recently.

But whenever he was with his sister Aurora, he would always think of his mother involuntarily, and when he thought of his mother, he would inevitably think of the lofty, majestic and mysterious emperor.

Once he started thinking like this, his saliva seemed to be out of control and increased unconsciously.

Today is a special day, and the two sisters Huile and Aurora specially invited him to the party.

Horus stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting his clothes, silently warning himself: I must control my drooling today. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but a hint of anxiety and uneasiness could still be seen in his eyes.

He walked out of the room, facing the breeze, trying to use the fresh air to dispel his inner restlessness.

Recently, I even heard that his secret was exposed, and some Astartes spread rumors about him, saying that he drooled and was so hateful.

Today's gathering is not just a simple reunion, but also an opportunity for him to show himself and change his image in the sisters' hearts. Others can say whatever they want, but he cannot do this in front of his sisters and in front of his mother and father.

In Horus' eyes, Huile is a little different today!

She was not wearing a military uniform, but a coat as white as snow. Her eyes were no longer sharp, but sparkled with wisdom. The pure color made her look as if she was a scientist, exuding a unique charm.

Aurora was wearing simple casual clothes. She stood there like a beautiful painting, but compared with her mother, she lacked the intellectual maturity and had more youth and vitality.

This was a rare little gathering between the sisters, and the location was a secret place that Horus had carefully explored.

The place is peaceful and tranquil, with beautiful scenery, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, like a secluded paradise. It is perfect for a private and warm gathering with the Primarchs.

"My Horus, can you open your mouth?"

Huile stood in front of Horus and demonstrated to him how to open his mouth with a smile.

Leila's voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze blowing through the heart.

Horus did not refuse the request from his sisters and slowly opened his mouth.

Seeing Horus open his mouth, Huile and Aurora couldn't help laughing.

Aurora seemed to see a future where Horus was cured, no longer drooling, and his eyes were no longer dull. Such days would be wonderful.

Leila stuffed the chocolate she had made herself and always carried with her into Horus's open mouth.

Then she turned to Aurora and shook her head gently. Her eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but they were difficult to express. But Aurora knew that she had failed and Leila had no way to treat her.

Horus savored the unique flavor of the chocolate in his mouth. It was sweet, yet with a subtle hint of bitterness. The sweetness and bitterness intertwined on his taste buds, yet they achieved a wonderful balance, making it difficult to tell which was more sweet or bitter.

The chocolate melted in his mouth and slid slowly in his mouth like silk, bringing an unprecedented delicate feeling.

"What is this?" Horus asked curiously, his eyes flashing with inquiry, as if he wanted to decipher more information from this small piece of chocolate.

"Chocolate, this is a delicacy I recreated from ancient Terra," Leila replied with a smile, her voice filled with pride and joy. "I carefully selected the ingredients according to the description in the ancient Terra recipe. After countless attempts and adjustments, I finally succeeded in recreating this taste. It's delicious, isn't it!"

Horus nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

The interweaving of sweetness and bitterness made him feel as if he was in an ancient and mysterious world, where there were delicacies and cultures that he had never experienced before.

"It's really good, Leila." Horus praised sincerely.

Aurora gently pulled the corner of Vera's clothes, her eyes filled with a bit of coquettishness and anticipation, like a little girl longing for candy.

She slowly spread out her soft, feminine palms in front of Leila, gently shaking them, as if silently expressing her wish: "I want chocolate, too."

Horus looked at this scene and felt very warm in his heart. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously without stopping.

Vera looked at Aurora's expectant eyes, smiled and nodded, took out a piece of chocolate similar to the one Leila gave Horus from her bag, and handed it to Aurora.

Aurora took the chocolate and a sweet smile appeared on her face, as if she had received the most precious gift in the world.

In this peaceful and beautiful place, the Primarchs enjoyed this rare time together.

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Chapter 63 Broken Spine

"So have you cured Horus's drooling problem?" Hui Le asked curiously. She had been standing at the slightly desolate intersection for a long time, her eyes full of desire for an answer.

Leila shook her head slightly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "No, but I can only suppress it. I tried many methods, and in the end, I could only give him a letter written by the Emperor to his mother. I told him that it contained the aura of his father and mother, hoping that this method would comfort him."

Aurora took over the conversation, her tone a bit teasing, "But I feel like he's a bit demented now. When he received that letter, he became completely dazed and stupid, staring at the letter, as if attracted by some mysterious power. And, ah, that greasy letter from the Emperor, after reading it, I felt like I couldn't eat. Horus really has a strong taste."

Upon hearing this, Huile couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Besides, the Emperor's letters are piled up like a mountain in Mother's palace. They're even less popular than the Imperial Truth he wrote. I really don't know what Horus was thinking to be so obsessed with that letter."

"But where is Lario?" Aurora looked around and found that Lario was not there, and she couldn't help feeling curious.

Upon hearing this, Hui Le smiled slightly and explained, "She said that her offspring are too tall, so she wants to make armor for them herself to give them the best protection."

Aurora heard this and a teasing smile appeared on her lips. "You're spoiling them too much! I don't even get this kind of treatment. My sisters even forged my armor with their own hands. If you spoil your children like this, you'll lead them astray."

Upon hearing this, Hui Le was not angry. Instead, he responded in the same tone: "Aren't you the same? You have gatherings every few days to barbecue for your children, and those mama's boys under you act like they are protecting the barbecue skewers. We are the same."

"We only have 30,000 soldiers." Leila's voice was filled with regret. "Dear Lareo has used all her savings over the years to build the legion, hoping only that two more of them can survive when war comes."

Aurora raised her eyebrows upon hearing this and quipped, "It's not you three Primarchs, is it? No way? You can't be having such a difficult birth? You can't even gather enough warriors?"

There was a hint of joking in her tone, but it also made Leila and Huile feel a little embarrassed, because they also had good figures!

The Primarch's personality was very hot-tempered. When Huile heard this, she immediately said angrily, "What if you're so angry that you want to hit someone?" A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, as if it was about to explode at any time.

Leila seemed remarkably calm. She said calmly, "Fight."

Seeing this, Aurora was not willing to be outdone. She made a boxing gesture and said with a smile: "Come on, all of you, and then you can try my new Tai Chi Bagua Five Elements Boxing!" Her movements were smooth and powerful, but this was just what she learned from novels.

Leila and Huile smiled at each other. They knew that although Aurora liked to joke around, was not serious, ate a lot and was particularly "fat", she was very serious about martial arts. So they nodded and decided to challenge Aurora together.

The three female giants intertwined at this moment and launched a fierce martial arts training.

The collision of flesh made a dull sound, and their movements were swift and powerful, as if they were using this method to vent their inner emotions.

During the intense exercise, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their snow-white skin was faintly visible in the sunlight.

Without the restraint of armor, the intense and difficult movements made their chests beat fast.

But this allowed them to sweat more freely, and each attack was full of power and determination to beat the opponent.

Then the three primarchs broke their spines very neatly and fell to the ground.

Unable to stand up in a short time, Huile and Leila had to call Lario who was working in their minds.

Lario was dressed in the attire of imperial government affairs, a well-cut, sleek uniform embroidered with delicate imperial emblems, highlighting her identity and status.

Her figure was tall and majestic, like an unshakable mountain, standing before everyone.

There seemed to be a cold mechanical movement in her eyes, a deep and complex look that revealed her inner calmness and rationality.

When Lario heard the news in his mind, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a resolute arc, and the Primarch's face became cold and serious, as if he was ready to face an apocalyptic war at any time.

His temperament reveals a strong leadership and decisiveness.

She immediately put down the work at hand and headed to the destination with her robot.

"So you were so stupid that you really started a fight?" Lario's voice was filled with helplessness and reproach. The more he listened, the more he felt that they were gorillas?

She stood aside, her eyes sweeping over the Primarchs lying on the ground - the robots controlled by her consciousness were now treating the Primarchs one by one.

Her robotic assistants operated swiftly and precisely, repairing the broken bones and restoring the vitality of each injured Primarch.

"Ha, you guys are really amazing! You even broke each other's spines in the fight." There was a bit of sarcasm and blame in Lario's words. Her eyes shuttled back and forth between Leila, Huile and Aurora, as if looking for a reasonable explanation.

Hearing this, Leila scratched her head awkwardly. She said casually, "We're doing this to study the life force between the Primarchs. You see, we're all testing each other's limits, trying to understand each other better."

"Well, then, we all got into a fight."

Hui Le immediately echoed, "Then I got carried away and wanted to give it a try. If I break the spine, can I still stand up as the original body?" There was a hint of joking in her tone.

"Ahhh! Be gentle, I'm most afraid of pain." Aurora suddenly screamed, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice. She always felt that Lario seemed to take his anger out on her.

Otherwise, why does it feel like the pain is getting worse the more I get treated?

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Chapter 64 Young Master Soldier

In the eyes of all the soldiers of the Second Legion, certain legions have a strong image label.

The First Legion, always emphasizing that they are the First Legion, a group of Astartes full of secrets and with devilish behavior.

But despite this, the Second Legion is still willing to fight alongside them. However, everyone will still privately tease them as "motherless bastards."

The 9th Legion was truly a "ghoul-eating" Legion. After each battle, they would devour all the mortal auxiliaries. This behavior was simply outrageous! No Astartes was willing to fight alongside them, even Horus, the wolf-shepherd god favored by the Emperor, kept his distance from them.

The 11th Legion had just been established and didn't even have an official name.

They are really spoiled. They have the best armor, carry snacks with them, eat small cakes every day, and occasionally have psychic classes, genetics classes, and mechanical classes taught by the Primarch himself. It's really enviable...jealous.

This makes us privately call them the "Young Master Army"

Moreover, my own original body has a very good relationship with the other party's mother, and I hope that the mother can learn more from Lord Huile.

As for the Sixteenth Legion, people's views of them are very simple: the Emperor favors Horus over their mother, so they don't have a good impression of the Sixteenth Legion.

As for the 19th Legion, the aristocratic legion, the most impressive thing was that their food supply was abundant, almost catching up with the "young master soldiers".

Another label is Horus's lackey.

Braime has a mission, the only one assigned and ordered by the Primarch himself.

Arriving at the designated location, Braime looked at the three-meter-tall burly man in front of him, who was holding a large iron box in his hand. His task was to teach him how to command the battle.

It's no wonder that this is due to Lord Huile's excessive doting on his offspring.

Otherwise, asking Brayme, an excellent veteran who had experienced the same war, to lead the newcomers would seem like a waste of his talent.

As an Astartes of the 11th Legion, For was operated on by Leila herself, bore the blood of the Primarch, and wore the armor bestowed by the Primarch himself.

This may seem excellent to outsiders, but the 11th Legion is full of such existences.

"I have obeyed my mother's order and come to learn from you, Braimer."

From the iron box, For took out a long bar of chocolate wrapped in tin foil and handed it to Braime.

"This is……"

"This is chocolate, a specialty of the 11th Legion. Mother said it can help with thinking and regulating emotions."

He ignores his mother after three words. What a bunch of mama's boys. I am the one who teaches him. I am so unlucky now.

Braime patiently peeled off the tin foil bit by bit, leaving only the part that could be held, and took For to the training ground while eating.

In my mind, I also think that Forle is big and knows how to share.

On the Second Legion's training ground.

"what about this?"

"Mother did."

"What about this?"

"My mother also talked about it and demonstrated it to us."

Blackmay was speechless, his mind full of what his mother had said: if anyone ever said that the Second Legion was a mama's boy, he would definitely be the first to object.

He talks about his mother every other sentence. Any member of the Eleventh Legion has such purity. Even in the Second Legion, there are only a few such people.

"Boy, what you lack now is practical combat experience. You should stay in the arena for two more days. I guarantee that you can succeed." Braimer patted Fore's shoulder.

Didn't your mother teach me everything? How could I possibly be better than the Primarch?

Foul scratched his head and said doubtfully, "Ah, but didn't I come here to learn? I also want to learn how to command a battle from you."