Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Our fathers have played the role of Zeus, the thunderbolt, in past history.

Not only that, if your psychic power is strong enough, you can even see in the warp that our Imperial Chancellor is projected as a beautiful silver-haired boy."

Leman Russ was stunned for a moment, his lips trembling but no words coming out. His mind was in chaos and he had no idea how to respond.

Lareo looked at Leman Russ's face, which was twisted and distorted by his few words, and felt secretly proud. Then he continued slowly:

"This is not the only case. In the Doris region of Greece, there once existed a very special and unique custom.

There, every man's way of attracting a boy or young man is to act as his tutor and guardian in the intimate daily life with him, to become his close friend and to encourage and guide him to learn and understand all noble virtues and moral principles.

"Although this custom did not spread throughout Greece, it was not criticized by any Greek."

"Consider this. My kinsman Malcador is only seven thousand years old, while our father lived for an incalculable period. What do you think of the relationship between them..."

Lareo stopped talking abruptly because she saw that the wolf king brothers beside her were unable to hold on any longer.

Leman Russ's face, usually resolute and savage, now seemed to be disturbed by an evil force. His muscles were like undercurrents beneath the surging waves, rising and falling rapidly, and it seemed as if a silent yet thrilling battle was going on among the ravines. Every inch of his skin was struggling and resisting, causing his face to be distorted beyond recognition. The heroic and domineering aura of the past was gone, leaving only endless astonishment and confusion.

Lario thought to himself that this brother's character was too fragile. She still had many secrets in her hands, any one of which could be like a blockbuster bomb, completely destroying the already shaky psychological defenses of his wolf brother.

But he was completely unaware and was still alone and confused in the center of the storm.

Leman Russ's thoughts were like a raging sea, stirring up huge waves, and his mind was in chaos and turmoil.

"The Allfather has a penchant for beautiful young men. The Vizier, Malcador, truly has the features of a young man. And my own blood sister also has a fondness for beautiful young men, and most of her children have youthful features. Isn't this a true reflection of the saying 'what the superior likes, the subordinates follow'?"

It was not until this moment that he finally woke up from his dream and suddenly realized.

If Leman Russ were given a chance, he would rather not understand and would not come here.

Now he was full of regret and hated why he came here today.

If he had known he would hear such blasphemous words, he would rather rush to the battlefield between galaxies filled with savage greenskins and shed blood in the hail of bullets than listen to the shocking words uttered by this blood witch.

Those words were like sharp arrows, piercing deep into his heart, leaving him at a loss as to what to do. He just wanted to quickly escape from this place of trouble that made him upset.

PS: Can you give me some? Anything is fine, it's really cool!

Chapter 113: Do we still need the Emperor’s consent?

The palace is fully equipped with various bathing facilities. They are like a peaceful harbor, allowing the imperial regent to find a moment of relief and relieve physical and mental fatigue and tension after dealing with the mountains of documents.

The moment Xi stepped into the hot spring, the warm spring water was like a gentle caress. Under the influence of the suitable water temperature, her skin involuntarily showed a charming rosy glow, like a flower quietly blooming in spring, exuding the vitality of life and warm charm.

In the hot springs, the lotus flowers that have grown tenaciously in the high temperature environment stand tall and graceful, and their flawless white petals are as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade. This is a treasure presented to the White King by his attendants after careful research and cultivation, adding a touch of otherworldly elegance and holiness to this body of water.

Behind her, the statue of the goddess of beauty Venus was like an elegant waiter, quietly hanging her underwear.

The Imperial Regent's snow-white hair looked particularly damp due to the infiltration of water vapor, and it softly adhered to her face and back like a flowing silver waterfall, adding a bit of laziness and charm to her.

Her shoulders were leaning on a soft cushion, and the surface of the hot spring water was like a clear mirror, reflecting the outline of her chest, just like a round illusion hanging high in the water, full of poetry.

At this time, the maid Vivian came slowly with light steps, holding the desserts and drinks prepared for the Regent steadily in her hands. Her focused expression and elegant posture showed her respect and attentive service to her master.

Another maid, Villiers, hurried to the most secret corner of the palace, where the sheep towels used by the regent were kept.

Her small steps left a series of delicate footprints on the white floor, like lively notes, playing this subtle yet ritualistic melody in the life of the palace.

"Let's take a dip together!"

The Imperial Regent extended a sincere invitation to the two maids who were quietly waiting.

Vivian and Willy were immediately flattered. Although this was not the first time that their master had so kindly invited them to take a bath together, they could not suppress their excitement and joy.

The two maids carefully placed their clothes on the stone statues, and Villiers was particularly careful. He placed the regent's bath towel separately and neatly on another stone statue. He looked so cautious as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

Ripples appeared on the water surface as they slowly stepped into the pool, taking each step extremely slowly and carefully, their hearts filled with trepidation.

They were afraid that their actions would cause too many ripples on the water surface, which would draw even a hint of negative emotion from the Imperial Regent, which would be the situation they least wanted to see.

…………

"You brought me here?" Leman Russ looked up at the palace, the palace that belonged to his mother alone, with a hint of doubt and helplessness in his words. At this moment, his sister had already led him here.

"The genetic disease of your legion is very difficult to cure completely.

However, I do know someone who might be able to restore the body to health, but if I want to ask that person to help me, I must get the approval of the Emperor or the Imperial Regent."

Lareo thought to himself that he would never dare to rashly introduce Lyra to Leman Russ. After all, Mod's current condition was worrying and his defects were obvious. Who could guarantee that Lyra would be able to successfully treat him?

But she knew very well that Leila's master, Ms. Astarte, must be able to eradicate the genetic disease completely. Even if it could not be cured, it would definitely not leave any consequences.

However, asking for help from Lady Astarte is not an easy task. It requires the approval of the Emperor or the Imperial Regent.

Back then, when Leila and Aurora were learning skills from Lady Astarte, they also needed the consent of these two.

Lareo had already reached the front of the palace stairs, his steps light and steady. In contrast, Leman Russ walked very slowly.

The wolf king seemed to be burdened by heavy thoughts. He climbed slowly upwards, step by step, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength every time he stepped on a step.

In fact, most of the original brothers have this idea. They would rather seek help among brothers or from others than easily reveal their own vulnerabilities and shortcomings in front of their parents, for fear of becoming weak and incompetent children who cannot stand on their own in the eyes of their parents.

That stubbornness and self-esteem are deeply imprinted in the depths of their souls.

Shortly after the two maids stepped into the hot spring.

Xi keenly sensed the subtle movement at the palace gate. She cast her gaze towards the maid, Villian, who had just entered the hot springs, and said softly, "Villian, go ahead and pass on my message: I agree that Lady Astarte will help cure the Space Wolves' genetic disease."

Xi wondered, who on earth thought that asking Lady Astartes for permission required my or the Emperor's approval?

Maid Willian showed a trace of regret, but did not dare to hesitate at all, and had to reluctantly give up this wonderful hot spring time shared with the Imperial Regent.

She slowly stood up, and crystal clear water droplets slowly slid down her delicate skin, dripping onto the pure white ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

The maid gently picked up the clothes hanging on the stone statue and put them back on gently and quickly.

The two Primarchs stood quietly in the main hall of the palace, their eyes fixed on Villian, whose hair was wet and stuck to his skin.

Before the two Primarchs could use their brains, which were as fast as supercomputers in analyzing and thinking, to explore the reasons behind their mother's actions.

Willian had already spoken, his clear voice echoing through the hall: "Propagate the Regent's order."

The two primarchs, with their figures in stark contrast, resembled towering mountains, one large and one small. In front of such a petite maid, they stood straight with serious expressions, quietly listening to her subsequent words.

"I agree that the Lady Astartes will help cure the Space Wolves' genetic disease."

After saying this, Villian, the petite maid, turned around and left without hesitation, walking steadily towards the backyard of the palace without looking back.

With his extremely delicate and sharp mind, Lario saw Villian's wet hair, and with the Primarch's powerful and efficient thinking ability that was comparable to a supercomputer, he had a general understanding in his mind.

"Brother, my Wolf King brother, you must go and find Lady Astarte immediately! There is no time to lose, set off immediately!"

Lareo spoke very quickly to Leman Russ beside him, and before he finished speaking, he hurriedly followed the maid's footsteps and left in silence.

Leman Russ was the only one left in the empty main hall of the palace. The surrounding palaces seemed particularly quiet and empty. Only his figure was reflected on the ground in this slightly messy space by the light coming through the window lattices.

The Primarch's eyes were filled with thought and a hint of anticipation for an unknown healing journey. After a moment, he turned resolutely and strode towards the laboratory where Ms. Astarte was.

PS: Can you give me some? It’s really too cold.

Chapter 114: Return of the Primarch

The maid and the primarch walked into the palace's quiet hot spring baths one after the other. It seemed like a corner of a fairyland forgotten by time, hidden in the embrace of lush mountains and forests.

The branches and leaves of the tall and lush ancient trees were intertwined, tightly blocking out most of the sky. Only a few broken rays of sunlight struggled to leak through, turning into tiny golden rays that intertwined with the mist rising from the hot springs.

The water vapor is like a misty spiritual fog, slowly filling every inch of space, adding a bit of ambiguous tranquility to the hot and humid surroundings.

Warm yellow light shines through the intricately carved gaps in the dome, creating a hazy glow in the swirling mist, as if covering everything in the bathhouse with an old and soft veil.

The walls around the bathhouse are painted with mysterious scenes of ancient galaxies. Gods and giant beasts appear and disappear among the nebulae. The brushstrokes are delicate and realistic, as if whispering the magnificent legends of the past.

The ground is made of warm white marble slabs. Time has rubbed out a delicate texture on the slabs. At this moment, due to the moisture, they are shining with water, like natural mirrors, reflecting the hazy human figures and the dreamlike dome murals above.

There are a few quaint stone statues of the goddess of beauty scattered around the pool. Moss has quietly climbed up their bases, like gentle kisses left by time. The statues have beautiful and calm faces, like loyal guards, guarding the tranquility of this hot spring.

Maid Willian tiptoed as if walking on clouds and stepped into the hot spring again.

As soon as her feet touched the water, she was shocked. When did the water level rise so much? It was like a hidden undercurrent surging.

But when his eyes glanced at the regent standing beside him, his breathing stopped for a moment, and the slight surprise disappeared in an instant.

The Regent looked like a beautiful statue carved by the gods themselves, leaning quietly against the pool wall. The moonlight filtering through the window lattice seemed to outline a silver edge for her, a breathtaking beauty.

The delicate collarbone was like a gorgeous jade plate, filled with a few pools of warm spring water, sparkling in the interweaving of light and shadow. Willian was stunned for a moment, his heart filled with awe. He swallowed his doubts back into his stomach and dared not say a word.

Since stepping into this place, Weiweian has become the most diligent shadow, standing quietly on the right side of the regent, her posture as steady as a pine tree, her eyes fixed on the regent.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes gentle but sharp, always paying attention to the Regent's subtle needs, as if everything around her was illusory, and only the Regent was the core of the world, and her heart of service was extremely pious.

The regent lifted his wrist lightly, his movements as graceful as an angel's. His white arm emerged from the water, and water droplets splashed like tiny diamonds.

The palm of the hand accurately grasps the happy water by the pool, the rosy lips slightly open, as if holding the most delicate pistil of spring, the straw slowly sinks in, and the juice flows slowly into the throat like a lively stream, showing its elegance as it swallows.

Vivian watched, feeling even more disheartened.

At this moment, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly broke the silence.

The culprit behind the hot spring transformation, Lario, strode in with great speed, his iron boots making a "da da da" sound on the wet stone slabs, and every step made the water vapor tremble slightly.

Her face was flushed, her hair was messy and stuck to her sweaty forehead, and she was very anxious.

Running to the edge of the pool, she bent down, kicked hard, and her boots flew off and fell beside the stone statue of the goddess of beauty.

Then, he stepped hard on the socks with his heels, revealing his muscular thighs instantly, adding to the wildness in the hot steam.

He casually threw his socks onto the stone statue, and then his hands were as fast as the wind, roughly tearing off the power armor, the arcane cloak, the layers of dress and the lining. All these past glories became a burden at this moment, and he just wanted to get into the hot spring as soon as possible.

In an instant, in the hot and humid environment, Larion's tall and beautiful figure was fully revealed. His chest was like a setting moon, and his muscles were as perfect as ancient Greek sculptures, full of power, as majestic as a mountain, and exuding a primitive and wild charm.

She seemed unaware of the gazes of others and walked steadily towards the hot spring. The moment she entered the water, ripples spread out, as if disturbing the sleeping lake.

But she did not stop and walked slowly towards the regent.

"Shh—" The Regent raised his finger, his eyes gentle but unquestionable, signaling her not to make a sound.

At this moment, the emperor, who was galloping across the sea of ​​stars, was like an invisible thread, quietly maintaining a secret connection with the regent. It seemed that endless pressure and mysterious power were spreading vaguely in this hot spring space.

The emperor frowned, feeling conflicted and resisted. He really didn't want to contact the Imperial Regent and ask for help.

Whenever this thought flashed through his mind, he would feel as if he had suddenly become half a head shorter and turned back into a child. This was just like when he was young and naive, feeling full of grievances but having to ask his parents for help. But he didn't have parents either, so he didn't know where this feeling came from.

Even though Regent Xi had always dutifully fulfilled a motherly role, the Emperor still resented this feeling.

However, the gears of fate turned relentlessly, and the difficult problems were like surging waves, shattering his pride.

On the mysterious and dangerous planet Medusa, after a difficult search, he miraculously found his lost children. The thrilling contest with Ferrus Manus during that time is still vivid in his mind.

With his extraordinary strength and extraordinary wisdom, the Emperor successfully subdued the other party and won his obedience, loyalty and ardent worship. This should have been a glorious and glorious moment, but he did not expect that something unexpected would happen.

Horus, his firstborn son, his Sagittarius, was behaving unusually this time.

With a gentle expression and a sincere tone, he advised the Emperor and Ferrus to prepare a grand welcome ceremony for their new brothers on the magnificent flagship. No one could tell from his enthusiasm that it was false.

Looking back, the murderous intent that erupted from the moment he encountered Leman Russ.

But afterwards, the cancer of jealousy in Horus' heart quietly withered away.

He knew very well that his father's favor was only bestowed upon him, and that none of his blood relatives could match his honor and favor. It would be better for him to be free and easy.

After changing his mindset, he now has some of the demeanor of an older brother.

It was just that the Emperor felt very strange, so he asked his regent for advice.

"That's it?" Xi opened his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his tone.

When it comes to dealing with interpersonal relationships, the emperor seems to be cursed by fate, repeatedly hitting a wall and getting bruised and battered.

Even when he was facing a blood-related offspring, which should have been the closest and purest bond in the world, it was messed up by him.

Today, the founding team of the Human Empire had gathered together with great enthusiasm and ambition, ready to work together to create brilliance, but they did not expect that they would be torn apart by the Emperor's "low EQ" operation.

A group of immortals were heartbroken by his repeated intentional concealment of information, negligence or unintentional offenses, and left in disappointment, leaving behind only their resolute backs.

Only Malcador remained standing, supporting the Emperor without hesitation, but the reason behind this was that he had invited it himself, and he had to bear the consequences of his own actions.

If it weren't for Yuanming, he would have suffered a lot.

PS: Please, please, I want everything.

Chapter 115 You're Awesome

The Emperor's figure appeared particularly solemn under the flag hanging high on the Emperor's Dream.

The golden double-headed eagle hanging above was like a majestic watchman. Normally, the emperor would pace beneath it with ease, but at this moment, due to the inquiries from the regent, he gradually froze, as if his body was fixed by an invisible force.

After a brief pause, his rare emotional intelligence finally came into play. He cleared his throat and responded quickly, "Well, um... I hope I didn't disturb you from doing your work?" His voice tried to remain steady, but his concern was clearly conveyed through the psychic connection.