Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Blackmay smiled and explained, "There aren't any large-scale battles happening right now, so you won't learn any command techniques from me. Furthermore, combat command isn't just about textbook knowledge; what's more important is responding and making decisions in actual combat."

"But in the arena, you can face a variety of skilled fighters from the Second Legion and hone your reaction speed and combat skills. This way, you can quickly adapt on the battlefield and unleash your full potential."

"and……"

Bryme was amazed at Forle's huge body. He patted Forle's chest and said with a smile:

"With your size, you're perfect for the arena."

After hearing what Braymer said, Fore nodded, seeming to understand. He looked at Braymer, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Okay, I understand. I'll go to the arena and hone myself."

For nodded obediently, put down the iron box full of chocolates, and turned to walk towards the arena.

"Is this how you teach?" Carl stood there for a long time. After For left, he looked at Braimer with a frown, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Braimer's teaching method.

Black Mai wasn't surprised at all by Carl's expression. He said with a relaxed face, "Didn't you just hear it? Master Hui Le has already taught him. I can only let him go to the arena to hone his practical combat experience, which will also improve his abilities."

Carl shook his head, clearly dissatisfied with Blackmay's answer. "So your mission is accomplished? Just throw him into the arena like that?"

Braime smiled slightly and opened the iron box that Forle put down. Inside was a box of chocolates wrapped tightly in tin foil.

He gently peeled off the tin foil and put the chocolate into his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste. "Let him stay for a few more days. During this time, I will teach him fighting skills, at least for show."

Karl looked at Blackmay's leisurely appearance, as if he was thinking about something, and asked, "What do you think of Lord Huile?"

Upon hearing this, Blackmay stopped eating chocolate and smiled softly: "Lord Huile, her appearance is like a flower of steel, hard and cold, giving people a sense of inviolable majesty. But she dotes on her offspring very much, even more than our Primarch."

When Lord Huile and his own Primarch were mentioned, Carl's eyes sparkled with anticipation, and he suggested, "What do you think about asking Mother to learn the excellent system of the 11th Legion and teach us?"

Upon hearing this, Braymai frowned slightly and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "It's feasible. After all, Mother rarely refuses something that would benefit us. But we should first try to propose this to Mother and see her reaction before making a decision."

Carl nodded, feeling that what Blackmay said made sense. "Well, you're right. We should discuss this with Mother first and see what she thinks. If she thinks this suggestion is feasible, then we will fully support it and learn from the system of the 11th Legion."

Carl looked at Braimer, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he said, "Then go to Mother and make this suggestion, Commander."

Black Mai shook his head and retorted, "You go. You're better at communicating with Mother."

Carl immediately put on a look of authority and said, "You are the commander of the legion. Of course, you should discuss this important matter with Mother."

Seeing this, Braymay, unwilling to be outdone, said in a serious tone, "As the commander of the legion, I order you to go! You suffer for one person, but the whole legion will benefit. If you succeed, we will all remember your contribution. If you fail, I will see you off to the grave."

The two of them blamed each other and neither wanted to raise this suggestion with their mother.

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Chapter 65 Professor

"So you came here so that I can teach you knowledge, any class will do?" Aurora raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes moving between Braim and Carl, as if examining their thoughts.

Braimer and Carl were both nervously waiting for their mother's answer, their eyes full of anticipation and desire.

Braimer nodded gently, his voice firm as he spoke, "Yes, Mother. We trust in your Primarch's wisdom and experience to guide us."

Karl quickly echoed, "Yes, Mother, we long to learn from you and to be blessed with knowledge. Please be merciful and grant us this opportunity to learn."

Under the expectant gaze of her offspring, Aurora uttered a single word from her red lips: "Okay."

Although the Primarch's voice was gentle, it made the hearts of the two veterans of the battlefield beat wildly. This was more exciting than killing any leader.

Both Braimer and Carl showed joy on their faces.

"Thank you, mother!" Braimer and Carl said in unison.

But they had already started to regret it in their hearts. They didn't expect their mother to agree so easily. If they had known earlier, they should have said that they would have private lessons and let their mother teach them the knowledge step by step. It was a bargain for those guys from the Second Legion.

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"Huile, save me."

When Huile heard Aurora's request for help, she showed a surprised expression on her face. She asked, "What's wrong, Aurora?"

Aurora smiled awkwardly and said, “I promised my descendants to teach them, but I don’t know anything.

Huile frowned, obviously surprised by Aurora's answer, and said, "But you are the Primarch, you should have innate abilities and wisdom."

Aurora shook her head helplessly and explained, "I know I'm the Primarch, but those descendants were already fighting before I was even born. Moreover, if I teach them carelessly, they might take my words seriously and use them, with disastrous consequences."

Hui Le thought for a moment, then said, "What about combat skills? That should be your area of ​​expertise, right?"

Aurora sighed, it was just the Primarch's instinct.

"Fighting techniques are etched in my mind, but I don't even understand how they came to me. Every time I fight, I rely on instinct. They can't be taught with words."

"What about the battle command?"

"When I was directing the battle, I used my brain to process it, but the Astartes did not have the brain to match the Primarch's."

Hui Le listened to Aurora's words and felt helpless: "You still know how to use your brain! What about psychic power? Every Primarch should have powerful psychic power."

Aurora twisted her slender fingers together and said, "I only know how to gather and release psychic energy, enchant the sword, and use the sword. I don't know anything else. I really don't know how to teach them."

After hearing what Aurora said, Huile couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Oh, mother! Why are you so useless?"

Aurora smiled awkwardly and didn't answer.

When she wasn't on a mission, Aurora would have a bonfire dinner with her children, tinker with gadgets in her room, or pester her mother.

She also knew that she really didn't have much to teach her children, after all, they were the children she was most proud of. But seeing the expectant eyes of her children, she didn't want to disappoint them.

Hui Le said, this sentence was already the final judgment on her sister: "What can you do? Or what kind of fun is it?"

Carving, she suddenly thought, was her only pleasure.

Aurora nodded slightly and left.

This made Huile wonder if he had spoken too harshly. It hurt her too much.

Aurora remembered every single person in the Dawnbringer Legion; their faces and figures were deeply imprinted in her mind.

After each war, Aurora would carefully count the number of soldiers to ensure that every soldier returned safely. However, for those who unfortunately died, she would celebrate their survival for another day after a night of celebration with her descendants.

I returned to my room alone and commemorated them by carving, depicting their faces and figures, striving to perfectly restore every detail. By doing so, I felt as if they were still by my side. This is a very special feeling and the only comfort.

The Second Primarch's teaching course is undoubtedly a grand event in the Legion.

The descendants of the Legion, regardless of age, crowded into the side of the classroom with awe and anticipation. Their eyes flickered with a desire for knowledge taught by their mother, but also with a hint of nervousness that made them silent.

The Primarch's slender fingers gently grasped the carving knife, as if performing a sacred ritual.

The movements were graceful and precise, each swing of the knife leaving a perfect scratch on the wood.

As the carving knife moved, a vivid image gradually emerged on the wood block. It was a brave soldier in the legion, with a firm face and an unyielding light in his eyes.

While carving, the Primarch explained the carving techniques and key points to his descendants.

Her voice was soft and clear, and every word seemed to carry a magical power that made the children listen to it with fascination. They watched the Primarch's every move intently, afraid to miss any detail.

"Children, carving is not just a skill; it's also an expression of emotion," Aurora said gently. "You must learn to feel each image with your heart and capture its spirit with your carving knife. Only then will your work be full of vitality."

The descendants listened silently, their heartbeats and breathing became extremely cautious, for fear that any sound they made would disturb the original master.

No one would speak out to interrupt the Primarch's lessons, because that would earn them hostility from everyone. No one would think that the Primarch was wrong, because the Primarch had always been right, and he had not rejected these ideas, allowing them to become deeply ingrained in their minds and genes.

They firmly believe that everything the original professor taught is the most precious treasure, worthy of their lives to protect and pass on.

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Chapter 66 Take a Bath

For had been in the arena of the Second Legion for thirty-six hours. Thanks to the Primarch's grace, he, a novice, had been in such a monstrous arena for so long, and with his keen insight, he was able to capture the subtle changes in countless battles.

Today, he stepped into the arena again, but the scene before him made him feel very strange.

The soldiers of the Second Legion, those warriors who were once as ferocious as tigers and full of violent anger, have now become unusually docile.

There was less bloodthirsty fanaticism in their eyes, and more calmness and indifference.

A sense of doubt arose in For's heart. What on earth had these warriors experienced to cause such a huge change?

What surprised him even more was that recently everyone in the Second Legion seemed to be searching for the perfect material. Their greedy eyes shuttled through the crowd, looking for a perfect material, waiting to be carved and shaped.

The instinct in For's mind told him that there was some unknown secret hidden here, but the mysterious power prevented him from exploring further.

Fall didn't like to pry into other people's secrets.

And I've learned enough in the Second Legion, it's time to leave.

"Are you leaving?" There was a hint of reluctance in Braimer's voice. He looked up at Forle with a questioning look in his eyes.

Forle nodded gently, a look of determination and resoluteness on his face. "Yes, the Legion still needs my help in reorganizing it to ensure that every soldier can exert their maximum combat effectiveness on the battlefield. At the same time, the Primarch needs to listen to my advice and provide her with suggestions and opinions on the development of the Legion."

Upon hearing this, Blackmay nodded silently, thinking that Forle was too delusional. Only he, a legion commander, could give advice and suggestions in front of the Primarch. Forle was just a young recruit studying in the Second Legion. How could this be possible?

Forle returned to the 11th Legion, and the Primarch appointed Forle as the commander of the 11th Legion. Everyone felt that the Primarch was too partial to him, even the person involved.

Lareo slowly unbuttoned her business suit. As the buttons came off one by one, she gracefully took off layer after layer of clothes, and her delicate skin gradually appeared, glowing softly under the light, like a carefully crafted work of art. Every curve of her body exuded a natural and harmonious beauty, quietly exposed to the air.

The soft and elegant body slowly entered the clear water. Every touch of the delicate skin with the water seemed like the most delicate brushstrokes of nature, gently creating circles of delicate ripples on the tranquil water surface.

The body of the original body, like a perfect work of art, was gradually and gently covered by the clear flowing water.

The clear water seemed to possess endless tenderness and power. It gently flowed over the hopeless and towering mountains, and then quietly climbed up the neck of the original body, bringing a hint of indescribable coolness and comfort.

At this moment, the comfort created by the clear water was like an invisible veil, gently wrapping the Primarch's body tightly, immersing every inch of his skin in purity and tranquility. He closed his eyes, letting the freshness resonate in his mind, transforming into a melodious and soothing melody, each note resonating with comfort and relaxation.

This is not only a baptism of the body, but also a purification of the soul.

In the embrace of this clear water, the Primarch seemed to have found a safe haven where he could completely let down his guard and release himself.

She liked this feeling very much. All her fatigue, worries and stress were gently taken away at this moment, leaving only inner peace and joy.

After a long soak, the leisurely and peaceful time passed quietly.

The Primarch slowly stood up, and crystal-clear dewdrops gently slid down her perfect body, which was like a work of art, bringing a refreshing and slightly cool touch. Each falling drop of water seemed to herald the end of this quiet moment.

In the light, her body shone with a soft and mysterious luster, like a goddess who had just walked out of the water, elegant and dignified.

The water droplets flowed slowly along her skin and finally dripped onto the floor, making a crisp "tick-tick" sound, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to this quiet moment.

The Primarch gently picked up the bathrobe beside her and draped it elegantly over her body. The softness and warmth of the bathrobe instantly enveloped her, dispelling the chill on her body.

She wiped her body carefully, and every movement revealed a calmness and confidence.

Afterwards, she changed into her own outfit - a simple yet elegant professional suit that perfectly set off her temperament and style.

She stood in front of the mirror and adjusted her clothes to make sure she appeared in the best condition possible.

After everything was ready, the Primarch took a step forward and set off for his office.

In the Primarch's spacious and solemn office, she sat upright, ready to start handling the day's government affairs.

Sunlight shines onto her desk through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a touch of warmth and vitality to this quiet space.

Her son, For, was already waiting in the office.

"Mother, this is the financial statement of the 11th Legion. Please review it." For's voice rang out in the office. He respectfully handed a financial statement to Lareo who was sitting behind the desk with both hands.

Lareo took the report and flipped through it carefully, frowning slightly. "Ford, how come there's still so much left in the budget? Didn't you spend according to plan?"

Hearing this, Fore's voice was filled with anticipation as he quickly explained, "Mother, this is to save money for the 11th Legion. We believe that without affecting the normal operation of the Legion, we should reduce unnecessary expenses as much as possible. This will reserve more resources for the Legion's future development."

However, Lario shook his head, his tone somewhat helpless. "For, I appreciate your kindness. But this time, you need to spend the entire budget. If you don't, how can I ask the two Imperial Regents for compensation? Currently, the 11th Legion's funding is temporarily borne by the Imperial Treasury, so you don't need to be too frugal."

Hearing this, For was slightly shocked, but he quickly understood Lareo's intention.

He nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, Mother. I understand. I will immediately adjust the Legion's spending plan to ensure that the budget is used appropriately without affecting the Legion's normal operations."

Lareo nodded in satisfaction.

"Malcador, I'll treat you to a sumptuous meal later so we can celebrate properly."

Yuanming was happily reviewing the few remaining documents on his desk, but he noticed something odd about one of them. He frowned and asked in confusion, "How did the 11th Legion's expense report end up in the Imperial Treasury?"

Malcador raised his head, his eyes darkening. "You should take a closer look at that document, my friend."

Yuanming followed Malcador's guidance and turned his gaze to the ignored document.

He read the words above word by word: "The 11th Primarch Huile requests to propose to the Imperial Regent that the 11th Legion be renamed the Sons of the White King.

His voice was calm, but his fingers pressed firmly on the petition presented by the Primarch. Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the paper under his finger pressure, revealing his inner turmoil.

Malcador sighed and explained, "Huile is giving you a difficult question, asking you to choose between the two."

Yuanming was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "Agreed. I will cover the funding for the 11th Legion, as long as Huile doesn't use the title of the White King's son to describe her legion. From now on, I will reimburse her for all the bills for the 11th Legion."

His words were filled with unquestionable determination, and it was obvious that he had made his decision.