His eyes slowly fell on the steaming eggs and milk on the table. He was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked them up. As if performing some solemn ritual, he carefully peeled the eggs and swallowed them slowly, then picked up the milk and let the warm milk aroma flow down his throat into his stomach.
After finishing his meal, Guilliman casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, then paused. The next second, his eyes subconsciously turned towards the door.
In the past, Ms. Yuton would always stand quietly behind that door, concealing her figure, with a gentle and focused look, watching him eat silently until he finished eating, then she would tiptoe in and neatly collect the tableware.
The scene of silent waiting kept flashing before his eyes like an old movie, and an indescribable sense of melancholy suddenly arose in his heart.
Then, Guilliman frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions on his handsome face, trying to force all the distracting thoughts in his eyes to freeze.
Then, he straightened his back neatly, his tall body like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, exuding an inviolable aura, and resolutely threw himself into his official duties.
Documents piled up like a mountain in front of his desk. His ten fingers moved like the wind as he quickly flipped through and annotated them. Decisions flashed through his mind like lightning. His sharp eyes did not miss any details, as if they could penetrate the paper and get to the point.
Even though he was so efficient and busy, Ms. Yuton's gentle figure would still quietly entangle his multi-threaded thoughts like a stubborn vine.
PS: Guilliman is always affected by his anger, even his adoptive mother would sometimes say the word "woman".
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Chapter 100 The Primarch is very obedient
In the original body's laboratory, the quiet and solemn atmosphere was like an invisible net, tightly covering every inch of space.
Leila was wearing a clean white coat with the corners fluttering. This standard laboratory suit perfectly highlighted her intellectual temperament. The neat tailoring made her figure more curvy, and her every move showed elegance and competence.
All around, a group of subspace elves gathered in a group, chattering, pushing and shoving each other, and staring at the progress of the experiment in a naive manner.
It's not without reason that they are so concerned, because the experimental material on the table is truly extraordinary - it is wine made from the blood of the Blood God!
Even though they were fortunate enough to get a drop thanks to Lady Leila's generous reward, the explosive power still caused the little guys to suffer. Several elves with weaker power had a dazzling red light all over their bodies, and they were obviously unable to withstand it.
The Primarch stood in front of the experimental table, holding the exquisite knife given by the Regent in both hands firmly, the blade flashing with cold light, as if he couldn't wait to start this crucial operation.
Her gaze was focused, her movements precise, she cut along the hidden lines of the Astartes' body, her movements flowing like water. Most crucially, she implanted the carefully prepared Primarch's heart—a replica of her own, ingeniously infused with the special genes Leman Russ used to suppress other Legions, and the remaining blood wine imbued with violent power.
The elves didn't dare to breathe, their breathing was rapid and their chests heaving with nervousness.
The previous experiments had failed seven times in a row, and each time the sigh and disappointed expression of the Primarch were like a heavy hammer, hitting them with guilt.
The little ones were so eager to see that beautiful face smile again that they stared at the operating table without blinking.
Leila raised her hand and carefully connected the heart to Astarte's body.
In an instant, Astartes' body twitched violently several times, and the Primarch's heart was instantly in suspense, thinking that he would fail again.
Fortunately, after a brief spasm, the body gradually began to breathe steadily, the chest rose and fell rhythmically, and the limbs became visibly strong and stretched, as if a sleeping giant had awakened.
It worked!
The corners of the Primarch's lips curled up, and a smile spread from his eyes, bright and charming.
The elves in the subspace were instantly in an uproar, cheering and jumping for joy one after another, their little bodies jumping up and down to celebrate this hard-earned victory, and the laboratory was filled with joy.
But among the crowd of Warp Elves, the clever and cunning Changelings seemed particularly clever.
It possesses the treacherous power of Tzeentch, hides its body, and quietly blends in with the group of innocent and kind little guys.
At this moment, it was reverently holding a bunch of extremely gorgeous flowers in its hands. The petals were spread out layer by layer, the colors were bright and attractive, and there was a faint glow between the stamens, just like scattered stardust.
This flower was created using biotechnology, after much effort, imitating Leila's appearance.
It walked quickly towards Leila, its eyes filled with undisguised admiration, raised the bouquet high, and solemnly presented it to the goddess of life in its mind.
Ever since receiving the unique gift from the Primarch, the Changeling's character has changed, and all he has in his eyes is the eleventh Primarch, Leila.
All the confidential missions assigned by Carlos, such as spying and secret planning, were thrown out of the window.
Even though Lady Leila was so fond of studying the warp, it tried its best to dissuade her. Fortunately, Lady Leila listened to the advice and stopped studying the warp.
In its eyes, there was no one more attractive than Leila. The elegance of the Primarch's gestures and her focused expression during experiments all fascinated it deeply, and its heart and eyes were filled with intoxication.
Leila lowered her eyes and saw the flowers handed to her by the changeling. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, outlining a gentle smile, and she whispered her sincere gratitude.
The soft voice and polite manners instantly touched the Changeling. It felt warm in its heart, and the light around it flickered with joy. It secretly vowed to stay by Leila's side and do its best to please her.
But then Leila looked focused, raised her hand and waved it gently, and a soft command wave quietly spread in the air. All the subspace creatures in the laboratory instantly understood and filed out.
They were either in groups of two or three, whispering to each other about the thrilling experiment that had just taken place, or alone, silently recalling the key details, and left this mysterious place in a hurried but orderly manner.
When the room quieted down, Leila moved lightly to the thick one-way glass.
The Primarch moved gracefully, leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed through the clear yet indestructible glass on the new offspring on the experimental table—the Astartes body that was undergoing a drastic transformation after being implanted with special genes and blood wine.
Leila's eyes were sharp, not missing any slight changes. The feather pen in her hand rustled on the special notebook, recording the progress of the experiment in a fluent manner.
"After the implantation of special genes and blood wine, the Astartes' body underwent significant changes." Leila murmured softly as she wrote. Her handwriting was neat and beautiful, and she listed the key points in a clear and organized manner.
In the section on improving physiological functions, she focused on describing the details:
"At first, the body lay lifeless, like a cold sculpture. But in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt, twitching violently several times, and the tabletop shook slightly.
"But within moments, his breathing became steady and regular. Miraculously, his body grew visibly, his muscles rapidly swelling, his limbs thickening like ancient trees brimming with explosive power. This transformation signifies a quantum leap in his stamina, endurance, and strength. He'll undoubtedly be able to handle high-intensity battles like interstellar expeditions and desperate escapes, as well as complex and arduous exploration missions."
When discussing the integration of physical strength, Leila paused, frowned slightly, and seemed to be choosing her words:
"After infusing the wine made from the blood of the gods, the body seemed to awaken a prehistoric beast dormant for millennia. A faint bloody aura emanated from it, like a dangerous yet alluring mist. The violent energy emanating from the gods surged, causing the body to instantly boil and sublime. Combined with the special genes of Leman Russ's Legion of Suppression, the genetic sequence seemed to be reconstructed by a pair of delicate hands. The previously troublesome rejection reaction was eliminated, and there was hope of unlocking unprecedented extraordinary talents and unique abilities. The potential is endless."
When writing about the awakening of latent traits, Leila's eyes gleamed with hope:
"This meticulously crafted new heart, carrying multiple mysterious essences, is like a key to hidden spiritual power."
"Perhaps in the next moment, a long-dormant psychic talent will suddenly awaken, allowing the body to manipulate energy with ease. With a wave of the hand, starlight will gather and disperse, and spiritual tides will surge. Or perhaps some special sense will be activated, as if equipped with an early warning radar. Even if danger is thousands of miles away, it can be accurately located and preemptively attacked. In actual combat, in exploring unknown areas, the advantage will be given. The future is promising."
After finishing the record, Leila closed the notebook gently, her eyes still staring at her offspring behind the glass, as if she was thinking about something, as if she was already planning the next step of the experiment in her mind.
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Chapter 101 I am waiting for you to expel our Wanbian Demon Lord
"Today I have secretly summoned your consciousnesses to this place to understand why progress is so slow."
Carlos the Fate Weaver said that the two-headed eagle's heads actually spoke in unison for the first time. In the past, the two heads often argued with each other and chattered incessantly, but now they were in sync, which made the atmosphere a little more solemn.
The magic wand struck the ground with a loud sound, striking them.
"Especially since I've wasted so much strength."
The strange runes surrounding the scepter flashed, proving that what Carlos said was true, and a faint sense of oppression emanated from the darkness.
The two Changeling Demon Lords looked at each other, and one of them started to speak directly:
"What great power? We are the ones carrying the burden. If we hadn't hidden the quills on Terra, you wouldn't be able to send the changelings and the Warp creatures to Terra!"
This demon king was tall, with demonic energy surging around him. As he spoke, his beak revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs, and his eyes were wide open, obviously holding a grudge for a long time.
Another Lord of Change echoed, "And weren't the chains you gave us supposed to suppress the Primarch's psychic energy? How come we were instantly killed by Aurora on Mars even with the support of the formation?"
It crossed its arms over its chest, veins bulging on its feather-covered arms, and its words were filled with resentment and indignation.
A look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the Fate Weaver Carlos Bird. He had not expected that after he finished speaking, a demon would dare to offend him, the first favorite of Tzeentch.
Carlos' body stiffened slightly, his wings subconsciously tightened, and the feathers on his neck stood up.
"Yes, everything is going according to plan. Thank you for your efforts. Also, the chains are definitely good. They haven't been fake. If they can't defeat her, it must be because Aurora used the magical weapons given by the two gods."
Carlos pretended to be calm, raised his voice, and tried to suppress the doubts with his aura.
"It was no use. She was useless. Aurora only had an ordinary chainsword and she captured both of us alive."
A demon king said this, raising his neck to reveal a hideous, unhealed scar, as if in silent accusation.
Carlos, who could only see the past, said, "It must be you who can't do it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the powder keg was ignited, and the atmosphere in the whole venue became heated.
"I can't do it. I'm the Lord of Change. I can't do it. But you, Carlos, are also the Lord of Change. You can do it. If you have the ability, capture a Primarch and let us all open our eyes."
This ever-changing Demon Lord seemed to have hyperthyroidism and became as angry as the Great Demon of Khorne. His body seemed to swell a little bit in an instant, and his feathers suddenly grew several inches long. The surrounding space was rippling with this anger.
Aurora painted these two Lords of Change in gold and made them into Imperial Double-Headed Eagles, which she presented to the Emperor. The Emperor then hung them on his Dream.
Every day, as long as the light from the Dream's cabin shines down on these two unfortunate guys, they know that the Emperor has arrived.
Whenever the emperor had some free time, he would stroll over and glance at them indifferently, which frightened the two of them. They were afraid that they would be chopped to death by the emperor and could not even be resurrected.
Under the suffocating pressure, Yi (Seven) Liu Yishan and Erjiuer trembled in fear, their souls seemed to be crushed, and every second was torture.
Carlos was so upset that he had no idea how to refute. He just wanted to show off his power, but he didn't expect that he would end up losing more than he gained. How could he have the ability to capture the original body alive?
In desperation, it had to focus its attention on the changelings it had sent to mix in with the Warp Elf pets sent to the Primarch.
"Why is your progress so slow? Why doesn't Leila study the subspace anymore?" Carlos stretched his neck forward, his two bird heads looking down at the changeling.
"I advised her, but I didn't expect that Lady Leila would really listen to me. She really stopped researching."
The Changeling's body was covered in blue and red, the colors intertwined and flickering, and his tone was very proud. He was proud of his success in dissuading the Primarch from entering the Warp, and his body swayed playfully.
Carlos was so shocked by the changeling's words that the bird stood still, its eyes wide open and its beak half open.
"Also, don't come to me next time. I'm afraid Lady Leila will misunderstand."
The changeling shook its tentacles and decided to disconnect. Its consciousness dissipated instantly, like a meteor across the night sky. In the blink of an eye, it returned to Leila's side and became her loyal little warp elf, snuggling beside Leila, well-behaved and at ease.
After all, the changeling had never followed such a good master.
The Changeling still remembered when Mistress Lyra gave away a precious drop of her blood wine.
As soon as the blood wine dripped into the body of the changed spirit, it was like ice and fire clashing with each other. The violent power that originally belonged to Khorne and the treacherous power of Tzeentch in its body clashed violently, like two armies fighting fiercely, which made its soul shake.
The mysterious connection that originally bound it closely to the Tzeentch realm has now become very weak, like a spider silk cut by a sharp blade.
But now, the aura around it is disordered, and red and blue lights flicker alternately. Sometimes it emits the psychedelic rune light unique to the Tzeentch demon, and sometimes it bursts out with the turbulent bloody aura like the Khorne demon. From this moment on, it is no longer purely controlled by Tzeentch. It has been infected with the fierceness of Khorne and has completely become both Khorne and Tzeentch.
The two Changeling Demon Lords watched the Changeling walk away, and they also prepared to leave.
But Carlos stopped them and threatened them: "If you two dare to leave, I will report you to the Lord of Change and expel both of you from the list of Lords of Change." Carlos spread his wings and made a gesture to pounce, with magic power surging in his claws.
The two Changeling Lords turned around and pouted at Carlos, then said in a very aggressive tone: "We are waiting for Carlos. We are waiting for you to expel us from the Changeling Lord group."
After saying that, the demonic energy around him rolled up, and his figure dissipated like smoke, leaving Carlos standing there. He was so angry that his feathers were shaking, but he had no idea what to do.
The consciousness of the two ever-changing demon lords, filled with resentment and unwillingness, returned to the golden double-headed eagle on the Emperor's Dream.
As soon as it was in position, the majestic and mysterious Fantasy Dream suddenly flashed with a dazzling golden light. The light was like a surging golden wave, sweeping across the entire ship in an instant and dispelling all the darkness around it.
Everyone knew it in their hearts - the Emperor had arrived.
The emperor's travels have always been like this, as if the bright stars appeared in the world.
In the eyes of mortals, this light was full of sacredness and majesty, as if the gods themselves had come, bringing endless hope and comfort, making people unable to help but kneel down and look at it devoutly; but in the eyes of demons, the Emperor's shining appearance was like a deadly scorching sun, and wherever the light reached, it was an oppression that seared their souls.
Each ray of golden light contained a terrifying power that could completely annihilate them, causing these evil creatures from the warp to tremble in fear and avoid them.
The emperor's figure slowly emerged from the light, his posture was tall and straight, and the aura he emanated from his body seemed to be substantial, firmly suppressing all directions.
These two demons knew that every time the Emperor traveled on the Dream, it was specifically to visit them and then leave.
PS: Due to the issue with blood wine, the connection between the Changeling and Tzeentch became extremely weak. Later, the essence of the eleventh original question connected the Changeling.
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Chapter 102: Still resisting at the end of life is the greatest contempt for the enemy
On the edge of the solar star field, an unknown planet is being ruthlessly swallowed by the dark clouds of war.
The green-skinned alien that suddenly appeared was like a surging dark green tsunami, crashing down from the sky.
Countless "WAAAGH!!!" shouts resounded through the sky.
Wherever they went, scorched earth flew everywhere and flames shot up into the sky, ruthlessly crushing all resistance.
The advance troops showed no fear and quickly formed up to meet the enemy. Cannons roared in unison, spewing flames of revenge as they slammed into the seemingly endless tide of greenskins.
But the greenskins are by no means an ordinary and weak race. They use crude iron sheets to forcibly piece together deadly guns and cannons and fight back frantically. The bullets are as dense as a rainstorm and as fast as locusts, pouring towards the warriors in the mortal world.
The advance troops sent by the Governor were in dire straits, surrounded by the broken limbs of their comrades and thick smoke, with the ground beneath their feet dyed a glaring blood red.
Someone falls every second, and the end of destruction is like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, ready to fall at any time.
But no one thought of retreating. For them, fighting until the last moment was the most bitter mockery and the most resolute contempt to be hurled at the alien invaders.
The soldier was particularly eye-catching. He was covered in blood and wounds. One of his hands hung limply with bones exposed. His leg was broken and he could only kneel on one knee to barely support his broken body.
The bodies of his comrades were piled up beside him, almost completely burying him, and the pungent smell of blood rushed straight to his head.
He seemed unaware of it, his intact hand holding up the gun steadily, an unyielding light flashing in one eye as he fixed his eyes on the surging green tide in front of him.
His finger squeezed the trigger and bullets poured out.
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