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Lario, who was standing by, heard the whole exchange clearly. The rage in his heart instantly erupted like a volcano, igniting fiercely. The warm spring water around him was stirred by this anger, causing ripples to form and spread out continuously.

Recalling the past, when she was just born, she was full of expectations for the love from her mother and imagined the beautiful scene of being surrounded by exquisite dolls and novel toys. But what was the result?

Everything Xi had carefully prepared was swept away by the Emperor without mercy, and disappeared without a trace since then, as if it had never existed.

During her growing up years, she could only toil alone in the workshop, hammering and chiseling her armor and weapons, with no one caring about her suffering.

After so many years, the number of times she communicated with the emperor became very few, and the relationship between father and daughter was almost non-existent.

But now, seeing how much he cares about Horus' affairs and how considerate and caring he is, in contrast, I feel like an abandoned orphan. How can I not be furious?

Lareo's hands hidden under the water clenched tighter and tighter, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his joints made a "cracking" sound of protest.

"Excuse me." Xi said in a straightforward tone, without any hesitation, and then added, "Next time, don't contact me when I'm working."

Hearing this, Lareo's anger instantly dissipated, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly uncontrollably, and he almost laughed out loud. He felt that this sentence was like an icy rain in the dog days of summer, extinguishing the anger in his heart and making him feel extremely refreshed.

"Oh, okay." The Emperor agreed obediently, and the communication fell into a short silence. If it weren't for the continued fluctuation of psychic energy, one would almost think that the connection was broken.

At this time, Lario was eager to move. She slowly moved forward, extending her fingers lightly, as if attracted by a piece of art nearby.

She was tall, and in comparison, Xina's white feet floating in the air in the hot spring looked small and delicate, even smaller than the size of her palm.

"Don't move." Xi finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.

The Emperor, on the other end, looked bewildered and subconsciously defended himself: "I didn't move."

Lareo's body froze instantly, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.

Xi sighed helplessly and quickly instructed the Emperor, "Just carry on as usual. Don't worry about Horus's tricks. If the situation becomes unmanageable, tell your son that he is my proud child. If that doesn't work, just give him a kiss on the forehead. Well, I'm busy with official duties, so I'll hang up now."

After saying that, the Regent decisively cut off the psychic communication, leaving the hall in silence. Lario in front of her buried his head in the water with a somewhat sullen look on his face.

On the other end of the psychic communication, the Emperor was full of suspicion, always feeling that the communication he had just had with Regent Xi was indescribably weird.

He asked Xi for help for an undoubted urgent reason.

After the Primarch gradually returned, an ominous premonition gathered thicker and thicker in his heart like a dark cloud, and there seemed to be a mysterious whisper warning him.

Half of his future descendants will stray from the right path and throw themselves into the dark embrace of chaos. This is like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, forcing him to not slack off in the slightest.

Although he couldn't accurately predict which of his descendants would betray him, he was certain that Number 11 and Number 12 would not be spared.

Number 11's strange three-body body seemed to be naturally compatible with the corrupt realm of Nurgle. The faint aura emanating from its body was like the tentacles of the gloomy haze of Chaos. It had quietly embarked on the path of degeneration, with one foot deeply stuck in the mire of Chaos*, unable to extricate itself.

As for Number Twelve, his ability to control emotions and absorb and release them at will echoes the enchanting and twisted realm of Slaanesh. Every time he uses this ability, it seems like he is taking a small step towards the abyss of chaos, and his soul has been quietly eroded by the dangerous shadow.

Because he knew that the future of the two was worrying, the emperor had always kept his distance from them and was reluctant to pay too much attention to them.

Like Legion No. 11, he thought that reconstruction was futile, so he simply let it go and did not help with the reconstruction.

Even for Primarch No. 11, if there was no Xi, he would even forcefully exploit her, making her drain her last drop of blood and carve out the last piece of territory for the revival of mankind.

As for the future Number 12, the Emperor has already foreseen its high probability of ending up in chaos, so he has no intention of interfering at the moment. He plans to pull humanity back from the brink of the abyss when the foundation of humanity's cause is solid and he has enough strength. However, he doesn't know whether Number 11 and Number 12 will still have some clarity of mind left in their souls by then.

In the Emperor's heart, Aurora holds a unique position. Her gestures and behavior are very similar to those of the Imperial Regent Xi, so she has also attracted much attention.

But later, the situation changed, and Peisong left, as if the pillar of support beside him was taken away. In contrast, Xi always stayed by his side, never leaving him, like a stabilizing force.

With such a huge gap, the Emperor's attention was unconsciously more attracted to Horus, and he paid much less attention to Aurora. His resources and energy also shifted accordingly, and Aurora was inadvertently neglected.

It is difficult for others to fully understand the twists and turns in his mind. Only the emperor can make difficult judgments and make careful moves in this chess game of power and emotion.

If Xi knew what the emperor was thinking, he would probably shake his head helplessly and secretly complain that his old illness had come back again, and this time it was not mild.

Every time the emperor had an attack, it was like a gust of wind sweeping across the calm lake, disturbing the people around him and "blowing" them away one after another.

Take the first Warmaster Orpersson for example. He was originally loyal to the Emperor, but the Emperor's capricious and unpredictable behavior was like an invasion of Nurgle's plague, which forced him to the point of no return.

In the end, the Tower of Babel even drew their swords against him and stabbed him in the kidney. The situation was a complete mess. In the end, the Emperor wrote a letter to Orpesson for help, but there has been no response to this day.

This shows how stubborn the emperor's "root cause of illness" is and how terrible the consequences are.

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Chapter 116 The Devil's Offspring

When the greenskin haze permeated the sky like green ink, the husband's strong arms tightly embraced his wife, and the embrace seemed to have built an indestructible barrier, vowing to keep all the panic and disasters in the world out of them; the parents, with full love and determination, held their children tightly in their arms, using their bodies to build a warm nest to shelter from the wind, and not allowing any harm to get close to them; the young people stepped forward, their postures as straight as pine trees, and fearlessly guarded the frail old men beside them, demonstrating the purest and kindest responsibility of human nature amidst the raging wars and the chaotic world.

The brilliant light of humanity is like the dawn light that penetrates heavy clouds at daybreak, so dazzling that it makes the soul tremble, but when it shines on the devastated surroundings, it can't help but make people sad. It is a deep sigh for the difficulty of life and the fragility of life.

This is the scene of Aurora coming to save the planet, as if it has been engraved by time into an eternal and beautiful poem, so beautiful that it seems unreal, like an ethereal dream in the chaotic world, quiet and touching, making people indulge in the brief but shining moment of peace in the past.

Standing on the deck of the Solar Glory, gazing at the endless galaxy, my thoughts are like a runaway horse, galloping freely.

She was trying to guess the will of her superiors. Perhaps it was the warmth of humanity that occasionally appeared in this mortal world that touched the Emperor and her mother, causing them to give up their time that was as lofty and precious as that of gods and condescend to descend into this devastated mortal world, just to do their utmost to right the wheel of human destiny that was already on the verge of collapse and rekindle the prairie fire of civilization.

"Leila has been immersed in alien research recently. When we go back this time, we might as well talk to her about the battle with the greenskins. Maybe it can add new fuel to her crazy experiments and take the research to a higher level." Hui Le stood sideways beside Aurora, breaking the silence for a moment, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Aurora's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. "I remember when we set out on this mission, wasn't she vowing to conquer the challenge of boosting the Space Marines' power? Why is she now delving into studying the aliens?"

Huile's mouth corners slightly raised, the smile spread, and even his shoulders trembled slightly:

"She took the 6th Legion's gene set, mixed it with Leman Russ's genes and blood wine, and then added a replica of the Primarch's heart. The Astartes she created were extremely unstable and nearly caused huge trouble for Larion. Anyway, she was criticized by Larion."

"Is she just giving up like that? She created the original body of the Water Purifier Beast after studying genetics for three days!" Aurora asked.

After all, in the long interstellar journey, the water purifier is a rare treasure with inestimable value.

The saliva it secretes is clear and pure, fully meeting drinking standards. It is natural pure water, and therefore is highly sought after by all parties in the human empire.

What's strange is that despite having such a critical mission, its strength is not strong, and is only comparable to that of mutants distorted by the harsh environment of the Bottom Nest.

When Aurora was rescuing the nameless planet, she saw that the local water source had dried up and the people were suffering. She generously donated most of the water-purifying beasts and supplies on the ship, and also carefully taught a complete set of breeding methods to help the planet achieve water self-sufficiency and break free from the water shortage.

Perhaps after a few years, the planet that was once ravaged by the greenskins will be completely renewed, and the water purifier will be revered as a sacred beast by the people, worshipped from generation to generation, and become a symbol of life, treated like a cow in India.

Huile shrugged helplessly: "I've probably put it aside for now, but with her personality, there's no guarantee that one day she'll get a flash of inspiration, or get excited, and pick up her old ways again, burying herself in the lab."

"Let's go, the hatch is open, it's time to go back and report to mother." Aurora looked up at the slowly opening hatch with a firm gaze.

As the final chapter of the subspace voyage sounded, they shouldered their mission and expectations, and resolutely embarked on the return journey, heading towards the place where the Virgin Mary was, and reverently rushed to report.

When the Lord of the Second Legion and her Dawnbringers set foot on Terra, the origin planet of mankind.

On the surface, a dense crowd instantly gathered around. The spectators were of all shapes and sizes, and their identities were even more complicated and diverse. There were ragged civilians, looking at them from afar with awe and curiosity; there were also representatives of political forces in different uniforms, their eyes filled with speculation and fear.

Immediately afterwards, the Dawnbringer Primarch's personal guards moved quickly, surrounding their master in layers in a well-trained tight formation, guarding the Primarch like a mobile fortress.

Although the Primarch was confident in his own strength and believed that such protection was unnecessary, he finally acquiesced to this arrangement under the almost stubborn and strong requests of his guards.

The Primarch walked forward with ease, and with each step, the steady sound of his iron boots was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of these battle-hardened veteran guards.

They are veterans of the battlefield, and their minds are racing in an instant, calculating how many steps they need to take. If there are assassins lurking in the crowd and an assassination attempt suddenly occurs, how can they launch a fierce counterattack in an instant? All kinds of response strategies have been familiar to them through countless pre-war rehearsals.

Their hands were always tightly gripping the chain swords hanging at their waists, never relaxing for a moment, and the swords were trembling slightly due to the continuous force.

"Don't you think they are a little too crazy?" Hui Le hid in Aurora's shadow, and the voice seemed to sound directly in Aurora's thoughts.

After a brief silence, Aurora reluctantly replied, "...So, what do you think is the solution?"

"No." Hui Le answered decisively.

After all, each of her lectures is like a grand festival attended by fanatical believers.

The pen that once moved nimbly between her fingertips and wrote the secrets of psychic power seemed to be endowed with a sacred aura once it was used. The next time she gave a lecture, it was nowhere to be found, replaced by a brand new and flawless pen of the same model.

The piece of chalk on the podium, which has been gradually worn down and sprinkled with the dust of knowledge, is hurriedly taken away by the devout assistant the moment the lecture ends. When it appears next time, it will be a new piece of chalk without any trace of the old one.

The instruments and equipment in the classroom that witnessed her bursts of inspiration and successful experiments, from the reaction dishes that flashed with strange light, to the sophisticated measuring instruments, and even the writing board that carried out theoretical derivations, were all brand new before the bell rang for the next lecture.

The chair where she had rested, with its minute marks on the armrests and shallow dents on the seat, had become "flaws" that could not be tolerated in the eyes of her descendants. They would quietly replace it with a brand new one, as if the existence of the old thing was blasphemous and unacceptable.

There was also the desk piled with materials, which had borne the weight of her deep thinking. Whenever the lecture was over, it would quickly disappear, and when it reappeared it would be as perfect as new.

Sometimes, when her mind was free, she would secretly wonder whether these fanatical and almost paranoid descendants would sneak into the lecture hall late at night and collect the handkerchief, half an eraser, or even a blunt pencil tip that she had accidentally left behind, as if they were treasures.

Hidden deep in the secret room, she revered them as her guiding principles, worshipped and caressed these ordinary personal belongings that were imbued with her scent, immersed in the illusory satisfaction of being infinitely close to her in her imagination.

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Chapter 117: All for the Empire

Aurora passed through the complicated welcoming ceremonies and finally stepped into the majestic gate of the palace.

At the door, she dismissed her guards.

Inside the palace, the atmosphere was solemn and filled with hidden expectations. The two Primarchs were respectfully expressing their bold desire to split the Mechanicus to their mother, the supreme being who controlled the universe.

After some whispered conversation, he unexpectedly got the regent's nod of approval.

"Recently, good things have been happening one after another. The new Russ brothers have returned successfully, which is like adding a powerful general to our imperial camp. And Leila, she is finally willing to give up her research that is as dangerous as playing with fire. It is really a relief."

Aurora walked out of the palace gracefully and sighed softly to Huile beside her.

On her other side, the Primarch of Larion was wearing a royal robe as white as snow, and his figure was so graceful that she secretly envied the robe.

Lario frowned slightly and continued softly, "I just heard that the brother who recently returned seems to uphold the law of the jungle, insisting on survival of the fittest. He always talks about the survival of the fittest and the elimination of the weak. It sounds very ruthless."

She has always had well-informed channels of information and can always see through the situation before others.

Aurora curled her lips slightly when she heard Lareo's words, revealing a bit of disgust: "If the rumors are true, then he will probably become the brother I dislike the most.

Even the way Horus drools and Leman Russ behaves rudely while eating are not as disgusting to me as this idea of ​​his. The mere thought of it makes me sick."

…………

Today, the Fabricator-General of the Mechanicus was enraged, the mechanical components within his body humming with anger, like an engine on the verge of overload.

The great sages under his command who had always followed his lead had collectively lost their minds and dared to openly challenge him. Moreover, they were not just a few troublemakers, but a whole group!

After a thorough secret investigation, he was devastated by the truth - the chancellor, the primarch, all the officials in the court, and even the emperor and regent who sat high in the clouds and were out of reach, all stood behind those great sages, supporting and encouraging them.

This posture clearly shows an intention to turn the Mechanicus upside down and tear it apart from within!

At this moment, General Casting was confronting and talking with the great sage who led the rebellion. The atmosphere in the small space was as tense as a string, as if a spark could explode.

"Hmph! Do you realize the devastating disaster your current actions will bring upon the Mechanicus? This rebellion is clearly an attempt to split the Order. You have long since discarded your loyalty to the God of Machines and become a shameful traitor!"

The general not only possesses talent in casting, but is also a veteran in the field of political intrigue. As soon as he opens his mouth, he throws out an extremely heavy hat, trying to take the initiative and crush the other party morally.

Unexpectedly, the Great Sage showed no fear at all. His mechanical eyes gleamed, and his tone was steady:

"General, don't be angry. The White King's noble attendants generously gifted me three rare templates. The Primarch also provided me with a vast amount of research data on the alien fleet. The Imperial Chancellor also generously allocated a mountain of abundant resources. With such help, why worry about not making progress in my mechanical skills?"

The implication is that when interests are at stake, the so-called shackles of "loyalty" are nothing more than a disposable burden.

An ordinary person, if subjected to such harsh accusations, would have felt so guilty that he would have knelt down and begged for mercy. However, the great sage in front of him, who was deeply obsessed with machinery, was like an iron wall. As long as the benefits were tempting enough, he would remain calm and make deals even if the sky fell.

"You are a treacherous villain with no loyalty at all, and you blaspheme the faith of the God of All Machines!" The general was so angry that the mechanical parts all over his body creaked, and the spliced ​​metal on his face glowed strangely red due to the surge of blood, and engine oil was also oozing out of it.

The great sage was not in a hurry, but raised his hand and waved it casually. After all, you, the forging general, have no faith and loyalty!

With so much chaos and blasphemy research happening on Mars, how can your men be loyal?

The delicate mechanical parts on the Great Sage's body collided with each other, emitting a series of crisp sounds, like a mocking melody:

"General, you are wrong. I have devoted myself to the study of machinery, serving the Empire, and killing enemies on the battlefield. Now, thanks to my improvements, the Empire's weaponry has become much more powerful, and its effectiveness in killing the enemy has only increased. How can this be considered disloyalty? Regardless of where one worships the God of All Machinery, isn't the ultimate goal to protect and serve the Empire? Why are you so obsessed with formalities?"

The great sage was also impressed by the Casting General. He had made it so clear that "you have to pay more", but he didn't expect that the Casting General would always criticize him and was not willing to pay for anything at all!

The Casting General's eyepieces glowed red, his iron hands clenched into fists and made creaking sounds, but he was caught in a desperate dilemma.

If he is killed, the forces of the Empire will certainly launch an army in the name of the Great Sage to punish him, Mars will be the first target of public criticism, and he, the general, will be ruthlessly erased from history. The Mechanicus will then become a vassal of the Empire and will no longer have any autonomy. However, if he is not killed, the Empire obviously intends to promote the Great Sage as a new upstart on an equal footing with him, to divide power and balance power, and the situation will then be even more difficult to handle.

Filled with anger and with nowhere to vent, they could only watch the rebellion grow and spread right before their noses, unable to do anything to stop it.

……

"Humph, I was looking forward to getting the head of the Forging General, but he turned out to be such a coward."

Omiren had just received the news that the great sage he had supported had returned safely, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and smacked his lips.

Omiren, the Commanding Knight, was repeatedly wiping the spear made from the corpse of the Star God. Upon hearing this, he suddenly paused and then stabbed the spear into the ground with such force that spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground in an instant.

"Omiren, you underestimate our king, our master, and overestimate the Forging General."

Even though Yuanming was in his own house, taking a break, he was still immersed in a mountain of official duties. These were all new internal affairs that were added in order to allocate imperial resources to fully support the actions of the great sage.

"Indeed, who can compare with the King?" As the commanding knight, Omiren is the person who is most familiar with the King.

The long history of mankind was written by the King's powerful hand; the vast and boundless, billions of brilliant stars were also connected and created by her, thus paving the way for mankind to embark on a grand stage to the sea of ​​stars.

The most brilliant golden age of mankind also flourished under her leadership.

Now, just a hint of malice that inadvertently flashed in her eyes was enough to easily split the Mechanicus into two and cause it to fall apart.

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