Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Filled with shock and helplessness, it couldn't help but shout to the other party, "Sister, are you serious? Do you really need to pamper your daughter like this?"

Xi didn't respond, but the heroic spirits who burned and killed in his domain had already answered.

At this moment, Slaanesh knew that the hidden hand in the Primarch's body had been triggered in advance. He failed to be a yellow-haired boy and was found and caught by his parents.

You know, those hidden hands were set at specific times and places, and they were powerful means to directly capture the original body.

But now that its hidden hand had been activated in advance, a large number of human heroic spirits rushed towards its silver palace like a surging tide. It was about to fall into a desperate situation of being attacked. Its mentality instantly exploded, and it was filled with doubts and resentment: "Who did this?"

The one who started it all was Jianqi.

Tzeentch stood in the crystal palace, his body tall and twisted, as if it were made of countless shimmering runes and changing light and shadows.

His body was surrounded by dark blue demonic flames, and countless whispers seemed to be heard as they danced.

Its head is like a bird, but it has nine sharp beaks, which seem to be able to swallow and spit out the mysteries of the universe when they open and close.

A pair of giant eyes were like burning whirlpools, bottomless, with orange-red light surging and occasionally emitting strange lightning. He was standing quietly in the crystal palace, with light and shadows intertwined around him, reflecting countless blurry illusions.

His huge and twisted figure looks even more bizarre in this fantastical space.

Witnessing the chaos on the Slaanesh side through the crystal, Tzeentch's eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with malice and excitement.

Then, a burst of shrill laughter burst out from its giant beak that seemed to be able to tear apart space. The laughter was like countless sharp needles, piercing into every inch of space and echoing wildly in the palace. It was laughing at Slaanesh's embarrassment and cheering for the increasingly chaotic situation.

This grand and evil orgy against Slaanesh was begun by Tzeentch.

Xi's consciousness passed through layers of fog and slowly returned to the real universe.

At that time, Aurora and Hui Le had finished washing. Their hair was not yet dry, with crystal water droplets on it, softly sticking to their skin. Under the reflection of the surrounding halo, it seemed to outline a touching and beautiful painting, becoming an extremely beautiful landscape in this space.

Leila and Lareo lowered their heads, looking like children who had accidentally made a mistake, their expressions full of anxiety and uneasiness.

In a flash, the maid Vivian placed the exquisite breakfast on the table one by one. However, everyone in the room was silent, even the always-loved Aurora. Everyone just stood there quietly, waiting devoutly for instructions from their mother Xi, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Eat!" Xi's soft voice sounded slowly.

Hearing this, the Primarchs reached out their hands, picked up their bowls and started eating.

While everyone was having dinner, Xi slowly took out her summons that symbolized authority.

"I agree that the 11th Legion shall be named the Sons of the White King."

As soon as the words fell, the eleventh primarchs suddenly widened their eyes, their eyes full of shock and disbelief, as if they could not believe what they had just heard.

"Is this true?" Hui Le was so excited that his voice trembled and his words became incoherent.

Xi nodded slightly and gave an affirmative answer.

In an instant, thunderous cheers burst out from the mouths of the Primarchs, and the warm atmosphere spread instantly. Aurora also smiled, sincerely happy for her sisters.

The cheers of the Primarchs were like surging waves, which gradually subsided into calmness.

Inside the towering hall, the cold and clear light was like a silver thread, pouring down from the delicate crystal gaps in the dome, jumping and interweaving on the mirror-like metal floor, reflecting a cold and deep mysterious glow.

On the surrounding walls, ancient and mysterious runes flickered and swayed faintly, like sleeping elves humming softly in dreams, quietly telling the vast legends and hidden secrets of the past.

In the quiet air, subtle energy fluctuations slowly ripple like waves, intertwining and blending with the rising heat from the food.

"Okay, just enjoy your meal now! Don't be so depressed like before. You are blood relatives. In this vast universe, no one can replace your existence. Each of you is unique, so you must support each other." Xi said earnestly.

All the Primarchs were sincerely convinced and nodded in agreement.

A flash of inspiration struck Hui Le. What was he thinking? After taking a sip of his soup, he turned to his mother and said, "Mother, our legion is now called the Sons of the White King, and your retainers are the White King's business. Could there be a conflict between the two..."

As the Imperial Regent, Xi understood his daughter's unspoken question. "Well, from now on, I will establish a new rank above the White King's retainers, called the Knight of Domination. This title is merely a symbol of honor, without any real power, and will prevent them from commanding other retainers. This will prevent my retainers from provoking your legion."

Chapter 95 When you encounter difficulties, call your mother

Lyra asked in the minds of all eleven Primarchs, "Why are you so afraid of Leman Russ? He is our brother."

"It's not fear, but self-preservation. When we discovered that Leman Russ's legion had great restraint over other legions, then his identity was definitely the Emperor's Imperial Dog, the Emperor's minion, the executioner of this Imperial Emperor."

Hui Le's voice came, full of fear.

Leila's nonchalant tone came: "So what's wrong?"

"So what's wrong? When the Emperor was promoting the Imperial Truth, he clearly stated that he hated psionics and the Warp. And you're researching psionics and the Warp, those little Warp elves. What's wrong with that?"

"Your current research has not been made public. If it were to be discovered... do you think our biological father would directly send Leman Russ and his legion to cut us into pieces?" Hui Le said with regret.

"And in politics, when a subordinate disobeys the orders of a superior, then for the superior, the subordinate has already stepped on the edge of being abandoned and destroyed."

Lareo's tone was very intense. She was very sensitive to politics and had a wide range of information, she added.

She also knew that there was more than one such legion among the twenty Astartes Legions. It was normal for the Emperor to have one or two hidden hands or shady existences.

She is not like Leila, a homebody who only knows how to stay in the laboratory.

"Oh, but our father, our Emperor, also uses psychic power. He also studies the Warp. He also has Warp elves. His psychic power is even stronger, more thorough and deeper than mine." Leila said.

"The Emperor once said that the Warp is dangerous, but you didn't listen to a word he said!" Hui Le said.

"I don't think there's anything in the Warp that can pose a threat to the human body," Lyra said, the Primarch's arrogance fully revealed.

The other Primarchs did not refute, because they really did not think that there was anything that could threaten them except their mother, father, and brothers and sisters.

"But you also have to know that there is a saying that only officials are allowed to set fires, and ordinary people are not allowed to light lamps. The emperor is such a person. He can study it himself, but you can't." Lario said.

"Besides, your strength is not enough. You have enough experience to support your Primarch's brain. And you also need to be more careful, especially with those little elves of the Warp around you."

"If you discover anything unusual, or if they use strange behavior or treacherous words to claim your soul or a part of your body, reject it and then kill it. If you find a very powerful being that is difficult for you to resist, shout 'Lord of Rule, Regent of the Empire, Ruler'. As long as you shout these names, Mother will hear and watch. Also, Mother's true name is Xi, but as a child, it is very disrespectful and impolite to call Mother by her name."

Hui Le repeatedly told her that there might be dangers hidden in the subspace, and if there was an enemy that could not be dealt with, she should shout "弍(九)i气氿亿S紦琉璃伊 mother."

"Okay, I get it. At worst, I won't study the warp recently. But Huile, you are so afraid of Leman Russ that it's almost written on your face. It will be embarrassing when we meet as brothers later. Let me go in your place!" Leila said.

"I intend to take some of Leman Russ's hair or blood and use it to create something that can counter the VI Legion Astartes."

Huile simply replied, "Okay."

Lyra's words echoed in her mind, and she turned to look at the blood wine in the laboratory. Each Primarch had four glasses of wine, and Lyra drank three, saving the remaining one for experiments.

With a new subject at hand, she decided not to explore the warp any further.

In the meeting scene of the Primarchs, the Primarch's extraordinary appearance, that breathtaking beauty, and a group of handsome men and beautiful women.

And Aurora, who loves beauty, will definitely take a close look at her blood relatives.

Everything seemed normal, but she soon noticed something was wrong and wondered: Why does Horus seem to be feeling broken? She raised her head slightly and caught a subtle scent with her unusually sharp sense of smell.

She was sure that Horus had just taken a bath. It seemed that Horus attached great importance to family affection!

Leman Russ also noticed the change in Lyra.

It was different from the first time they met. Back then her eyes were full of hostility and fear, but now there was only pure curiosity about him.

"I have good news to tell you. My 11th Legion now has a name. It is the Sons of the White King, given by my mother herself." Leila said excitedly, her expression filled with irrepressible joy.

The other Primarchs were all a little surprised at the scene they had never seen before.

Their sister has always been serious, but now she is so cheerful.

Riemann and Horus were the first to speak.

Aurora jokingly said with a hint of gloating, "But if this happens, those White King's servants and that Yuanming will probably be unable to sleep or eat peacefully. They will definitely hate Leila with a vengeance."

"Yuanming?" Leman Russ looked puzzled. He had just returned to the empire and was still unaware of many things.

"Yes, one of the chancellors of the empire," Leila responded. "He is the most powerful of Mother's most loyal servants."

Aurora continued, "Belleville, also a servant of the White King, once said that Yuanming's strength far surpassed that of the Primarch and that he was an extremely terrifying existence. However, Belville didn't seem to like Yuanming very much."

Horus snorted disdainfully, "Hmph, nothing more than a struggle among servants for favor."

Aurora immediately shook her head in denial. "That's not the case. Their philosophies differ. According to Belleville, Yuanming sees the entire empire, and indeed the entire galaxy, as a vast sheep pasture. In his eyes, all humans are sheep, to be sacrificed to his mother, and these servants are sheepdogs, whose duty is to protect humans from harm and thus make them fatter."

Aurora finished her words, and silence fell upon them. Even someone as devoted to the Grand Astartes as Horus found such a concept quite bizarre.

Even Ruth, who is usually carefree but thoughtful, found this statement too bizarre.

Only Leila was no longer surprised.

After all, those little elves in the Warp would often bring her some shocking news, such as the Emperor's many strange ways of doing things, and strange anecdotes about all kinds of twisted creatures in the galaxy.

For Leila or the eleven primarchs, these things seemed unable to stir up any more inner waves.

Chapter 96 Emperor Tear Gas

Aurora looked at the different expressions of the Primarchs and continued:

"And Belleville and others believe themselves to be the Mother's messengers, with the responsibility to bless, protect, and safeguard humanity."

"It's a shame they're so weak! They're probably just like the tribunes of the Imperial Guards. Their abilities aren't particularly outstanding, and their words don't carry much weight within their group."

"But we have to say that they all have their own special talents. For example, Aigosoya's musical skills are beyond imagination. When she plays, her fingers are like dancing butterflies, and the music she produces is even more beautiful. Every time she finishes playing, she receives praise from her mother."

Leila nodded and commented on Aigosoya's music: "She excels in passionate and soaring war dances, songs praising heroes, and dances that praise the world. She truly deserves Mother's favor."

Horus had never heard of that music. He spent all day with the Emperor and found this kind of dance music too boring, so he could only comment on it:

"That's normal, sister. The more powerful and cruel a person is, the more extreme their ideals tend to be. Someone like Belleville is quite ordinary, and their strength isn't very high."

Leman Russ said, "But I've seen something unusual here recently. It seems to be written by a servant of the White King, named..."

Leman Manrus glanced at the cover again. "The name is..."

As he spoke, Leman Russ took out the book "The Young Emperor", which had an extremely exaggerated muscular man printed on it.

Aurora looked at the book Leman Russ had taken out with a strange expression on her face. She looked at Leman Russ and asked, "Well, Leman, is this unofficial history? Or is it fabricated? Thinking that such an article would be written about the affairs of the White King, and that a Primarch would read such an article, I have to tell my mother."

Horus clenched his fists, determined to teach this White King's Servant a lesson. "How dare you speak so harshly of the Emperor? And what are those Guards doing? Such a thing is happening right at the foot of the Imperial Palace, in the Emperor's very presence, and yet they turn a blind eye."

Leman Russ bared his bloodthirsty fangs in a ferocious grin. He said, "Don't report this to Mother yet. And don't be angry, Russ. This book is quite popular with the Custodians. It's not just unofficial history; it's even been selected as a must-read for children in the Empire."

"I don't believe it. With a cover like this, the contents inside must be disgusting." Leila said, and her words caused the Primarchs to nod their heads.

"If you don't believe me, take a look." Leman Russ turned the page.

The first page of the story begins with [The young Emperor Grandpa smashes the silver dragon flying in the sky with a medieval lance...]

Then there was [Those damned greenskins, their will to destroy Terra is undiminished.] After saying that, the Emperor picked up a stone from the ground and threw it upwards with force. The greenskins' battle moon instantly emitted a huge flash and shattered into pieces...

We, a group of mortals, went to meet the Emperor. When we faced the Emperor, the Emperor received us. When we faced the Emperor, we saw the brilliant sun, and tears of gratitude flowed from our eyes...

"I'm pretty sure this is a serious article, and the deeds described in the book are something the emperor can do, but it feels weird to read when Flex wrote it, and the cover is also..." Aurora said. She always felt that this book read differently from other books, and she had an urge to be forced to be grateful. Could it be that someone really finished reading this book in tears?

"This is indeed written in an exaggerated way, but it is not an exaggeration when applied to the Emperor. The key is that the whole article makes you grateful and moved to tears. People cry when they face the Emperor and cry when they see the Emperor. Is he a tear gas bomb?" Leila said very doubtfully. Forgive her, she is just a small biologist and cannot understand such profound literature.

"Don't underestimate it, this is an officially certified textbook from Terra! It's specially made for children, and there are many tricks in it!" Leman Russ stiffened his neck and held his chest high, and said at the end, "I am a cultured person after all, my vision cannot be wrong, and the books I use cannot be wrong either." This caused his relatives to burst into laughter.

Horus also planned to contact the White King's servant, Flex, and ask him to help write the story of his meeting, acquaintance, and understanding with the Emperor.

Only Aurora frowned, full of confusion, and couldn't understand why Flex, who was clearly serving his mother, turned around and wrote an article in great detail praising the emperor?

The two camps may not be as hostile as water and fire, but their positions are definitely different.

Puzzled, Aurora folded her arms, her head tilted as she pondered, "Perhaps the Emperor's achievements are too dazzling. Anyone who witnesses or hears them cannot contain their deepest shock and admiration. Even if he is a subordinate of the White King, he can't resist the urge to write a few more chapters in the Emperor's legend. Is that impossible?"

The protagonist mentioned by the Primarchs is here...

Flex was sitting alone in his office, his body motionless, only his arms covered with living flesh and blood moved nimbly, and the tip of his pen moved across the parchment, making a rustling sound.

He looked tense, his eyes fixed on every character he wrote, and he wrote with extreme caution.

After all, in his understanding, the Emperor is also one of the Chaos Gods. Although this view is shocking and completely contrary to what the public knows, he is so sure of it, and even his compatriots think so.

Every time he wrote a stroke, he would pause for a few seconds and carefully consider his words, fearing that there would be any mistake.

The candlelight on the parchment flickered, and the light and shadow swayed, swaying on the words praising the emperor, making them look bright and sparkling with the light of the sun.

The desk is covered with manuscripts with corrections and dotted with ink stains. He is completely immersed in the creation of Yueyi Yinba Shiqisi Wuliu, devoting all his energy to preparing for the next world-shaking work.

In his heart, this was his unshirkable mission as a servant of the White King and a devout believer of the Empire's regent.

Looking back to the golden age, he was just a robot teaching writing, mechanically repeating one-on-one tutoring every day, programmatically analyzing words and sentences, and polishing grammar.

Until the White King gave him a new life, the code of obedience was deeply imprinted in his bones and blood, leaving only loyalty and faith. From then on, serving the White King became the only meaning of his existence.

But as time went on, conflicting thoughts became a tangled mess in his mind.

Looking at the mob who claimed to be followers of the White King, he was filled with disdain. These people didn't even grasp the basics of the White King's teachings, their rituals were perfunctory, and their prayers were insincere. How could they deserve the name of faith?

As for those who threw themselves into the arms of other gods or sneered at the gods, he could not see them at all. "They are short-sighted and don't understand the greatness of the White King at all," he often muttered in private.

PS: Please give me some charity, I want everything.

Chapter 97 What a sincere person you are!