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"Your Majesty, we are sincerely grateful to you for showing us the way forward and allowing us to find direction amidst confusion and hardship. Furthermore, it is because of your compassion and protection that we have been reborn, given the courage and strength to re-examine the world and explore the meaning of life. Your wisdom and compassion, like the brilliant sun, illuminate every step we take. We offer you our endless loyalty and are willing to be your loyal servants."

When Xi heard the word "servant", he felt sick all over.

Why is the leader making such a fuss?

Can't you just give me your soul to work for me? A group of people are going to give me their souls to work for me again, what's your problem? She sighed and looked down at the people who knelt at her feet and worshiped her.

"By swearing your allegiance to me, you pledge your soul, your purest, deepest self, to me forever and unconditionally. In this solemn moment, no god or being, no other supreme being above or the demon of Chaos lurking in the abyss, can seize or interfere with the authority that belongs to me."

"Everything you have—your dreams, hopes, fears, joys, even your very life—will belong to me. For countless eternity, your joys and sorrows, your triumphs and failures, will bear witness to my glory. Are you sure you are willing to surrender all of this to me, without reservation?"

Behind her seductive voice lies the deprivation of free will and the trampling of individual dignity.

"We wish that our new life, everything we have, is made possible by a great being like you."

At this moment, the moment they finished speaking, they seemed to have established a wonderful connection with that being and felt the power and blessings she conveyed.

They will serve their only master forever, and they are also afraid that one day they will be abandoned by their master, which is a punishment more terrible than death for them.

Xi, the woman standing amidst the light, her figure enveloped in a soft and mysterious glow, a goddess emerging from the dawn, imbued with untouchable majesty and compassion. Her gaze, penetrating, piercing the heart, now gazed upon the man kneeling before her—the man who had first sworn allegiance to her during the Iron Man Rebellion, the man who had provided her with information about the mastermind behind the events, and who had once been the AI ​​controlling this city.

His figure seemed dwarfed by the light of Xi, but his eyes were filled with determination and piety. He knelt at Xi's feet, head bowed, hands clenched into fists, as if expressing his endless respect and submission to Xi. His heartbeat echoed in the silent hall, intertwining with the breathing of his companions, forming a wonderful harmony.

Xi spoke softly, her voice was like the sound of nature, gentle yet powerful: "From now on, you will be called Yuanming." This sentence seemed like an oracle, instantly penetrating Yuanming's heart, making him feel an unprecedented shock and joy. Some of his companions looked at him with jealousy and hostility in their eyes.

"Yuanming"—this name must have held the Lord's profound meaning and expectations for himself. Like a ray of light, it made him feel Xi's trust and confidence. The man raised his head, his eyes gleaming with gratitude and determination, as if responding to Xi's expectations and instructions with action.

From this moment on, the name "Yuanming" will become his new identity and symbol. With this name, along with Xi's guidance and protection, he will offer my Lord everything she needs.

The Lord's gaze will always linger on him, and he will surely be the Lord's favorite.

Chapter 12 Heroic Abstraction

Recently, a legend has emerged in the Steel City that when residents encounter difficulties, a brave man will appear to help.

All the residents were extremely afraid of him.

Under the sun, an old, hunched man slowly walked into the steel city. His figure was no longer straight, the weight of time seemed to be concentrated in his bent spine, and every curve spoke of his hard work and difficulties. His hair, like autumn straw, was sparse and gray, gently blown by the breeze, making it look particularly soft. On his face, wrinkles like ravines, of varying depths, recorded the wind and rain of the years and the ups and downs of life. His eyes had obviously lost the brilliance of his youth.

He is Malcador.

On the street, Yuanming watched the old man's staggering steps, and he felt obedience in his will, however weak, but he was indeed an immortal, for he had once been a man of iron.

It seems that he has not encountered any difficulties yet. We should help him and add some difficulties to his life.

At this time, a heroic figure appeared on the street. He was Yuanming, who walked slowly towards the old man, looking like a kind-hearted young man.

"Old gentleman, let me help you. But first, will you acknowledge the unrivaled wisdom and bravery of His Majesty the Iron City?"

"I admit."

Yuanming lent a helping hand to the old man in need and supported him with both hands.

"How can I see His Majesty?"

"Under Your Majesty's leadership, we should help each other and lend a helping hand to every compatriot in need. I told you this, but before that, I was Yuanming, old sir. Do you know the origin of this name? Let me tell you in detail. It was a sunny day. My companions and I went to see Your Majesty together. At Your Majesty's..."

Without waiting for Malcador's reply, Yuanming spoke on his own initiative. If this was not that person's territory, if he was not carrying the Emperor's mission, he would have already...

After he spoke for an hour, the audience member in front of him, an equally old and hunched man, finally couldn't resist the invasion of fatigue. His eyelids began to feel heavy, his head drooped slightly, and he finally fell asleep while standing.

"Old man, old man, wake up. Sleeping standing up is not good for your health." He shook Macador's shoulders to wake him up.

"Well, are you done?" Malcador woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes after being shaken.

"No, it only took me an hour to barely touch upon and try to describe the beauty of Your Majesty's appearance, which cannot be fully captured or described even in one ten-thousandth of it." Yuanming said slowly, with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his voice.

For an hour, Yuanming racked his brains to recall every detail of His Majesty in his mind, and used all the gorgeous words he could think of to try to outline His Majesty's poetic and dreamy face.

"...So, what's the origin of your name?"

"This is a long story. I'll tell you slowly. When I went to see His Majesty with my companions,..."

Yuanming's voice was rudely interrupted by Malcador.

"I am here to discuss with your Majesty the unification of Terra and what will happen next. I am not interested in your name."

Yuanming heard Her Majesty's voice in his mind, "Bring him here." That was her instruction, and her gaze was indeed always on him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, old man. Please follow me."

After saying this, he led Malcador to the center of the Iron City, where was the Hall of the Iron City, where His Majesty would be.

Malcador stepped into the sci-fi-inspired hall of the Steel City and was instantly enveloped by a powerful metallic presence. The streamlined spaceframes, meticulously forged from high-strength alloy, swirled like silver dragons, surging through the air, displaying unparalleled power and beauty. Their meticulously polished surfaces shone with a cool, dazzling luster, as if each piece of metal held boundless energy and vitality.

The walls of the hall are made up of huge mirrored stainless steel plates, which are closely connected and seamlessly connected to form a smooth, mirror-like silver ocean.

When light shines on these walls, they seem to be activated, reflecting dazzling light and making the entire hall look like a dream.

Everyone present seemed to be in a fantasy world of light and shadow, feeling the perfect fusion of metal and light.

The alloy flooring on the ground is equally breathtaking. Not only is it durable, but it also features intricate circuit patterns etched into its surface. These patterns, like invisible rivers, carry the blood of technology and energy flowing beneath the floor.

When you step on these floors, you can almost feel a faint electric current flowing under your feet, connecting you closely to the pulse of the city.

In such an environment, every detail reveals a strong metallic texture, which is not only a visual enjoyment, but also a spiritual shock. It allows everyone who sets foot in this hall to feel the golden age of technology, its infinite possibilities and charm.

Malcador was not surprised, because this was the territory of that being, and no matter how exaggerated it was, it would seem reasonable.

No matter who enters this hall, their gaze will always be drawn to that presence, their gaze involuntarily drawn to the female figure sitting at the main seat. The moment they see her, she becomes the focal point of the entire space, all the light and details serving to highlight her.

Her white hair was as white as snow, delicate and soft, each strand seeming to tell the story of time. Under the light, the white hair took on a faint silvery sheen, gently draping over her shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with the cold, hard metallic texture surrounding it, yet revealing an indescribable harmonious beauty in her.

His pupils were red, a deep and fiery red that seemed to be able to see into the abyss of the human heart and ignite hope for the future.

Her face was beautiful and dignified, her skin like fine porcelain, radiant with a subtle sheen. Her features were delicate and three-dimensional, each one as if meticulously sculpted, revealing an extraordinary aura. Her lips curled slightly upward, as if perpetually perpetually in an elegant smile that exuded warmth and intimacy.

Her figure was tall and graceful, seemingly fused with the metal frame behind the throne. She wore a tight-fitting silver battle armor, reminiscent of Eldar armor. It shone with a cold gleam, a stark contrast to the softness of her white hair, yet embodied a perfect blend of strength and softness. Her hands were gently folded across her chest, her fingers slender and long, revealing a sense of grace and composure.

"Emperor, Neos, is he going to play the savior again this time? Think about what he played last time? Jesus, God, it's unbelievable, how can anyone still support him?"

She sat there, the very soul and core of the entire hall. Her presence made this sci-fi steel city hall more vivid and lively, and filled everyone's hearts with endless reverie and awe.

Chapter 13 Joining the Empire

"Exalted Lord of the Iron City, I am Malcador. On behalf of my Lord, I cordially invite you to join the glorious Imperium and join us in this grand journey of unification. This is not only about uniting Terra, but also about saving the innocent humans who suffer from xenos enslavement across the vast galaxy. My Lord knows that you possess extraordinary talents and noble character, so I invite you to fight alongside you and write this magnificent chapter of saving humanity and defending freedom."

"I agreed."

As Malcador set out on the road to the Iron City, his mind began to carefully plan his words to the man before him. Every step, every subtle movement, was carefully calculated in his mind, hoping to perfectly align his words with his upcoming speech. He was prepared for failure, after all, the man before him had a surprisingly poor attitude towards the Emperor, yet he had agreed.

"You agreed?"

"If the splendor of the Golden Age could be restored, my own feelings would pale in comparison to the suffering of humanity. After all, you too were a part of that glorious era, and witnessed its unparalleled splendor firsthand."

Looking at Malcador, looking at his surprised expression, he seemed to not believe that I could agree so easily, and a trace of reminiscence and yearning appeared on his face sitting on the throne.

"I will never allow the great cause of human revival to fail for my own selfish interests. For those who have suffered from alien invasions and endless suffering, for those who uphold the glory of humanity and yearn for freedom and peace, it doesn't matter to me who holds the ruling power."

Alas, what a sin! Under Yuanming's vigilant gaze, Malcador stroked his wrinkled face with an aged hand, remembering Yuanming's fanatical faith in the woman before him. Now he knew why. She was truly so good. I truly couldn't understand how the Emperor had ever triumphed over her in past battles.

"I will convey your will to my Lord, but the position of Imperial Regent requires your service, and the revival of humanity also requires the dedicated efforts of you and your followers."

Malcador's body, as old as a candle in the wind, saluted the being on the Silver Throne for her and her profound sense of justice.

Afterward, under Malcador's sincere and tactful praise and flattery, the Supreme Being atop the Silver Throne couldn't help but show a rare hint of pleasure. Her impression of Malcador, punctuated by these words, undoubtedly brightened considerably. His words, brimming with deep admiration for the Iron City and the Supreme Being, struck a chord with the hearts of everyone present, involuntarily warming to him.

Yuanming stood beside Malcador, listening quietly to all this. He looked at Malcador's face, which was filled with enthusiasm and sincerity, and his impression and favorable impression of this old man deepened.

Malcador slowly emerged from the hall, his old face brimming with contentment and relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him, as he finally stepped through the heavy, cold gates of the Iron City. However, as he finally stepped through, a sudden wave of thought washed over him.

As the chancellor of the empire, he knew that the responsibility on his shoulders was as heavy as a mountain. After returning to the empire, countless documents to be processed would come flooding in like a tide, each of which would carry the fate of the empire and the lives of countless people.

But what he found most difficult to accept was the moment when the emperor said he would work with him on the documents - when he was buried in tedious official duties, the emperor was leisurely sipping tea beside him, and that leisure was in sharp contrast to his own busyness.

This picture appeared in his mind, piercing his heart like a sharp knife, making the smile on his face freeze in an instant and then quickly disappear.

Yuanming escorted him all the way and keenly noticed the subtle changes in Malcador's mood.

"Goodbye, Mr. Malcador, and thank you for your understanding of us believers."

He noticed that the moment Malcador stepped through the city gate, the smile on his face seemed to be blown away by a gust of cold wind, replaced by an unconcealable fatigue and worry.

Yuanming said nothing, but just stayed by his side silently. Suddenly, he felt that the old man was too pitiful. He used his presence to give Makado a little silent comfort.

Chapter 14 Plan

The Royal Palace in the Himalayas is like a shining pearl, embedded in the heart of Holy Terra.

After the Emperor dealt with all the warlords on Terra, it is now not only a magnificent building, but also a symbol of the supreme glory and absolute power of the Empire.

Xi, the regent of the empire, was dressed in gorgeous clothes, revealing extraordinary demeanor with every step, and was leisurely strolling in the magnificent corridor of the palace.

The sunlight shines through the exquisite glazed windows onto her, as if coating her with a layer of golden glow.

Behind her followed two women in silver-white attendant costumes, walking lightly, ready to serve the Regent at any time.

During this quiet and solemn stroll, Xi suddenly stopped, her eyes across the corridor, and fell on a figure walking towards her.

That was Alma Astarte, whose talents in the field of genetics surpassed even those of the Emperor of Mankind.

This collaboration with the Emperor gave rise to the Thunder Warriors - genetically engineered warriors invincible on the battlefield and possessing extraordinary powers.

"Regent Xi, what a coincidence we meet. How about we go together to attend this parliament on the future of the empire?" Alma's voice was steady and powerful. She stopped and kept a proper distance from Xi.

"Alma Astarte, I have long heard of your reputation." Xi responded with a smile, her voice gentle yet full of authority. "It is my honor to accompany you."

The two then walked side by side, heading towards the parliament. Along the way, they discussed the empire's current state, the challenges it faced, and its future direction. Alma shared her understanding and analysis of genetics, while Xi offered a different perspective based on her fifty thousand years of experience.

When they arrived at the parliament hall, other participants had been waiting for a long time. Xi and Alma walked into the hall together. Because of their participation, the meeting became more interesting.

This parliament is for me.

A conversation among the high-ranking officials of the Empire, including the Emperor, Valdor, the Commander of the Custodes, Malcador, Alma Astarte, and Xi. Some of them were old acquaintances. In the long river of history, there must have been communication between the immortals.

No one heard their conversation, and this meeting would never be recorded or leaked.

At the beginning, the Emperor was telling Xi about his plan, and Alma was looking at her expectantly.

In her eyes, Neos always seemed to like walking on a thorny road, and every step he took was accompanied by inevitable mistakes and setbacks.

Whenever disaster strikes, when everything seems to have settled, he begins to reflect deeply on his mistakes. He begins to spare no effort to make up for his mistakes and use practical actions to repair the things that were broken because of him.

Although his efforts were arduous, he was always able to miraculously turn the situation around and gradually lead the originally chaotic situation to a relatively satisfactory ending.

This plan may be the same, but the most important thing is that it requires her genes to complete.

"Well, so your plan is to first create Primarchs through highly advanced genetic engineering technology - these will be super warriors with outstanding physical strength and intelligence; then, use the remaining remnants of these Primarchs to further breed and develop Astartes warriors. Although they are not as powerful as the Primarchs, they can also be numerous, with superhuman combat capabilities and tenacity to build an invincible Imperial army."

"Well, yes, that's about it."

"Okay, how much do you need?" She pulled the sharp blade from the sky. Without hesitation, she gently slashed it across her previously flawless arm. A long, thin wound appeared, and bright red blood slowly flowed out, like a trickle, falling into the experimental vessel below.

"Let's just get this much for now. I think you should check if there's any problem with my genes first."

The vessel was already full of blood. She handed it to the Air Master Neos, who accepted it and handed it to Alma.

The authority that was integrated into her soul resisted with disgust, and even she herself instinctively felt disgust towards the Emperor.

Everything in the world should be governed by the thread of hatred and slavery, which is the mortal enemy of end and destruction.

The disgust and hatred on her face were seen by everyone present, making them shudder. The Regent who had just made everyone present feel happy and cheerful had disappeared, replaced by a monster twisted by hatred.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

Lady Alma Astarte asked with concern, "How are you, Regent?"

"It's okay, okay? There's something wrong. I have some health issues." She was already a little confused and couldn't even tell what was going on.

Chapter 15: Exposing each other's shortcomings

The meeting has ended.

Inside the hall, the Emperor and the Regent stood out. Everyone else had already left. Alma, clutching their precious genetic samples, hurried to the lab, her heart filled with anticipation for the experiment's success.

Machado returned to the pile of documents and continued his heavy workload of marking documents with meticulous attention to detail.

As for Valdor, for the Emperor's safety, he stood guard at the door, along with the silver-white maids, waiting for their master.

This is a separate conversation.

"Why are you somewhat unconcerned about the experiments on the Primarchs?" In the Emperor's eyes, Xi seemed to be obviously unconcerned about the experiments on the Primarchs.

"The Primarch's experiment is bound to succeed." In her opinion, it was bound to succeed.

Even though there is a profound conflict between instinct and power between her and Neos, such a mortal enemy relationship will not shake her confidence in the slightest.

She knew that, deep in the Warp, those four things would help the Primarch complete his work.