Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Looking at the Emperor's tired, middle-aged face, her opponent had also aged, but she still had to remind him and tell him that his plan had too big a loophole.

"Well, Emperor, I must be frank. I do not like your plan very much. After the success of the Great Crusade, the Astartes will inevitably become a new class of humans that is superior to everyone else, and will eventually replace humanity. This is obvious and foreseeable."

She felt that when the Emperor created the mass-produced version of the Astartes, he would create the Astartes directly with the blood of the Primarch. The Astartes created with the blood of the Primarch could directly possess the power of the Primarch and produce warriors more efficiently.

"No, Xi'er, I will never let that happen. The Astartes will enjoy and deserve full freedom and profound humanity. They will be born naturally in the vast sea of ​​​​people, and at the same time, they will deeply understand that they are also mortals and shoulder the responsibility of protecting more vulnerable lives.

"They will deeply understand the true meaning of protection. It is not about becoming a new class above humanity. The Astartes are originally human, our compatriots."

These words of the Emperor were a promise, and also an oath.

"I hope so," Xi responded.

"Curie, those cans of corn you have were exclusively for librarians during the Golden Age. As a symbol of the Golden Age's perfect genes, their genetic templates were flawless from the start. If it weren't for a lack of resources, all humans would have become so long ago."

Xi started the topic somewhat abruptly.

"Since you're so familiar with all this, I remember you being filled with endless nostalgia for the 21st century. After all, at the end of the 21st century, you chose to bury yourself deep in the earth, as if bidding a final farewell to the entire world and this entire era."

The Emperor was somewhat surprised that she knew this. In his memory, Xi had shared with him her deep hope for the future.

She could predict the course of human history, and in all the past times they had fought against her, she would always find the right moment to defeat her, making it impossible to save her. She seemed to have placed all her hopes on the arrival of that era.

However, when the 21st century she had talked about finally arrived and gradually came to an end, she chose to bury herself, as if all her efforts and existence were to welcome the arrival of that era.

The emperor found it difficult to understand this emotional entanglement of being obsessed with the future in the past and obsessed with the past in the future.

After all, at that time, Xi thought that she had just encountered a time and space disorder, and accidentally returned to the primitive man period, and thus gained extraordinary abilities.

But she never imagined that she had actually traveled through time and space and arrived in a completely new world.

"Haha, it seems that we are really the same. Until now, you are still obsessed with your Roman era. In that era, didn't you disguise yourself as a she-wolf? Seriously, what's so nostalgic about disguising yourself as a she-wolf?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Xi's words, but more of it was curiosity about Neos. Why was he obsessed with playing the role of a she-wolf?

The Emperor was speechless and didn't want to talk anymore. The conversation between him and her would always come to an end.

"I have awakened from a deep sleep, crawling out of my grave. Still, a sense of worry remains within me. Therefore, I resolved to lead humanity to the stars, to propel technological advancement to new heights, and to let the light of a golden age illuminate humanity's unique future. However, due to reasons of my own, I fell into a deep sleep."

"Well, I understand, but what is the truth behind the Iron Man Rebellion? Those Warp beings said it was a birth ceremony prepared for your ascension to the throne, and those Iron Men will become your followers."

Xi fell into silence.

The Emperor was somewhat afraid that his friend would admit this, just as he had been afraid that Orpesson would leave his side.

"The answers those twisted beings give you are all half-truths, disturbing your mind. This is a belated gift from the beginning. Enslavement and domination were born into me... I possess all of these. They are innate. The throne is a natural fit for me."

"Perhaps I still need a condition, but I can also force my way to that position. Some people can compete with me, but I, the Winged Qi Seal, will eventually bury myself in the mausoleum and fall into a deep sleep."

"What happens next?" asked the Emperor.

"The great turmoil caused by the Iron Man Rebellion awakened me like a thunderclap. In the end, I was forced to ascend the throne and became a monster enslaved by hatred. Fortunately, the backup plan I left for myself plunged me into the abyss of death and freed me from the fate of being enslaved by hatred."

The script she got when she traveled to this world was a legendary story like Feng Aotian's!

However, this world made her feel extremely disgusted, and the twisted monsters in the subspace made her shudder.

She felt a pang of fear when she thought that if she was not a time traveler, she might become one of them.

To her, this world seemed like a huge pit from which she could not extricate herself. Even when she found the way home, she did not dare to go back, fearing that chaos would follow her scent and come over.

"Uh, I, I, I." The Emperor spoke incoherently, not knowing what to do, just like when Orperson left him, he didn't know how to keep him.

"Well, I understand. You might want to apologize to me. But there's really no need. I know your character very well. Just forget it. I'd rather not listen to your apology. It makes me feel like my whole family has died."

She had heard the Emperor's apology before, and it was so corny that it was like Nurgle. Khorne would have stood up from the toilet after seeing it and would not dare to sit down.

……

Chapter 16: The White King's Servant

Yuanming had already discovered, or most people knew, that humans would eventually reach the sea of ​​stars and restore their former glory.

Therefore, my Lord needs a ship that belongs exclusively to her, a magnificent vessel that can represent her image and power and conquer countless stars.

This ship is not only a symbol of her power, but also a loyal companion in her exploration of the universe and realization of her grand ambitions. It will accompany her, resounding across the vast interstellar space, and her deeds will be sung for thousands and thousands of years.

He and his compatriots, who called themselves the servants of the White King, did not identify with the Lord they served.

Nor can we understand or please the Lord we serve.

But he will be part of it.

He rallies with the White King's servants, who will contribute the necessary resources, for the wisdom that once belonged to the Iron Man still remains.

Even some beings who cannot provide resources will contribute their once iron bodies. Even the most ruthless people can feel their enthusiasm.

The White King's servants will use their unparalleled wisdom and courage to miraculously reshape it into a majestic interstellar spaceship for the master they serve.

Its shell shines with a cold and resolute metallic luster, like a pale flame carrying hatred, as if it is the most dazzling star in the night sky, or like a warrior about to embark on a journey, wearing silver armor and ready to go.

Inside this spacecraft, every detail contains the unique wisdom of the Golden Age: the sturdy skeleton is like the backbone of a dragon, supporting the entire hull and making it as stable as a rock in the vast universe; the efficient propulsion system beats like a heart, releasing tremendous energy, pushing the spacecraft across the galaxy; the closed-loop ecosystem is like a miniature oasis, providing the source of life for the crew, making this cold steel behemoth full of vitality and vigor, as well as the subspace engine.

The ship's control center, with its rows of flashing lights and intricate instrument panels, forms the ship's "nerve center." It houses all the ship's vital information. Through these consoles, the White King's servants can easily control the ship's various functions, guiding it through interstellar space.

On the ceiling of the control center hangs a huge star map with known galaxies and planets marked on it, as if showing the crew the infinite vastness and mystery of the universe.

The living area is warm and comfortable, as if it is an extension of home in the universe; the scientific research and control center is like the brain of the spacecraft, gathering the most cutting-edge technology and wisdom, leading the direction of exploration; and the energy center is like an inexhaustible source, providing endless power for every leap of the spacecraft.

They completed it in the shortest possible time.

When all preparations are completed, this interstellar spacecraft that will carry the dreams and hopes of mankind will slowly rise under the attention of the public, cut through the sky, turn into a dazzling stream of light, and head towards the unknown depths of the universe, opening a glorious chapter of revival in human history.

But the most important thing in their eyes is that their supreme king will ascend and name it, a creation that will make them feel honored and jealous.

Alas, thinking back to the moment when he first ascended to the throne of God, the power he had accumulated over fifty thousand years was completely released once again.

The hatred released was like a pale and blazing flame, ruthlessly devouring Nurgle's once flourishing and vibrant garden, turning it into a scorched earth.

The Body of Vengeance broke the leg bones that supported the kobold's huge body with an unstoppable force, forcing it to sit on the brass throne.

But what surprised her even more was that the silk threads of slavery were used as chains, tightly wrapped around its ever-changing self, locking it in the maze, and venting its hatred outside the crystal maze wall.

"Oh, I didn't expect Fu to run away. I was even thinking of inviting him to help revive humanity." Fu, who could rival Lady Astarte, was actually scared away. Xi felt a little...

"He thinks that those of us who use psychic powers are dirty and scary, as if our powers come from some unspeakable darkness."

Don't you have any self-awareness? We're the legendary Black and White Devils of the Warp! Demons tremble at the mere mention of our names! Even the Four Gods would get a headache just seeing us!

What's more, after what you did, Vashtor's reputation in the warp has improved, and the four gods are more pleasing to him.

Chapter 17 How to Give Gifts?

This, this is very thoughtful of me!

Xi looked at the huge silver-white ship. Its existence met all her expectations of a fantasy ship.

Xi's eyes were fixed on the huge silver-white ship. Its appearance seemed to have jumped out from the deepest fantasy in her heart, and every inch of it perfectly matched the ship she had imagined in her fantasy countless times.

The smooth lines, the ship's hull shining with technological brilliance, and the vague sense of indescribable power all made her feel an unprecedented shock and excitement.

The delivery here is so good!

Her thoughts drifted back to past fantasies.

At that time, she wanted to build her own ship, and a vague image of a ship always floated in her mind. It appeared and disappeared, like a phantom in a dream, making it difficult to grasp its true appearance.

Those tangled and lingering thoughts are both the source of her inspiration and the stumbling blocks on her creative path.

She also tried to describe the ship with words and paintbrushes, but each time she felt powerless, as if something was hindering her, preventing her from fully presenting the fantasy in her heart.

That hazy feeling, like a layer of mist, shrouded his creativity, making it impossible for him to see the road ahead.

But it is this hazy feeling that gives her endless room for imagination.

She continued to perfect the details of the ship in her mind, imagining the magnificent sight of it galloping across the galaxy, feeling and imagining the breath of freedom and adventure it brought.

Although she had intended to build it after she led the Human Alliance into the Golden Age, an unexpected event prevented the ship from being built. However, her persistence and pursuit of her dream remained with her.

Now, as she watched those who called themselves her king's servants transform this ship from fantasy into reality, she felt both regret and relief. She felt regret that she hadn't been able to realize this dream herself, but she felt relief that someone could understand and interpret the vague feeling in her heart, allowing this ship to sail in reality.

Looking at them, these people lowered their pride in her eyes. Her eyes made them have nowhere to hide. They trembled, not because of fear, but because they longed for her approval. In front of her, they seemed to become children, in urgent need of their mother's approval and comfort.

Her ideas, the ideas of those in power, she firmly believed that on the political chessboard, every move must be carefully planned, and loyalty and contribution should be rewarded accordingly.

She understood that this was not just a game of power, but also a recognition and encouragement for those who made silent contributions and were loyal.

In the king's mind, they - those who have devoted their efforts and wisdom to her - should receive rewards that belong only to them.

This will be a recognition of their past achievements and an expectation of their loyalty and hard work in the future.

She knows very well that only by making everyone feel that their value is seen and cherished can they be inspired to realize their greater potential and loyalty.

"You will become my silver servants, and I will always watch over you." They were ecstatic, having never felt such happiness before.

There is nothing more joyful than having one's efforts recognized by the king. Therefore, the king gave them a unique gift.

This gift is not only a reward of status, but also a glory that surpasses everything else.

It may be a medal of honor, a monument engraved with their names and achievements, or an unprecedented grace that allows them to leave a lasting mark in human history.

Yuanming was also delighted. He hoped that through this gift, his compatriots would understand that the king used political rules, and she followed and used the rules. On the political stage, loyalty and contribution would never be forgotten, and they would eventually receive due rewards and respect.

This respect and reward will also become a powerful driving force to encourage more people to devote themselves to empire building and serve power.

The king's preferences were no longer a secret to Yuanming, and there was no need to test them.

As early as when he was still an iron man, that huge computing power had already begun to operate, like a sophisticated instrument, endlessly observing, watching, and analyzing the king's every move and every word.

Through the flow of data, he captured the king's most subtle emotional changes, interpreting joy from the king's smile and seeing worry in his eyes.

He analyzed the king's words and deeds, understood his tastes and preferences, and even his unspoken hopes and dreams.

This understanding is not achieved overnight, but is the result of years of accumulation and sedimentation.

Therefore, whenever the king needs something, he can accurately meet the king's expectations. Whether it is presenting a carefully prepared gift or planning a unique event, he can make the king feel the care and intentions that belong only to him.

His ability is not just a skill, but also an expression of deep emotion.

In his own way, he proved his loyalty and dedication to the king, and made himself an indispensable presence by the king's side.

Chapter 18 Who can lift weights?

"Old Ma, do you need someone to help you?"

"He is energetic and organized when handling affairs, with almost no mistakes." Looking at Lao Ma's busy figure, Xi asked half-jokingly.

She had heard that Malcador worked for 23 hours and 47 minutes of the 24-hour day, and the remaining 13 minutes were the time the Emperor assigned him tasks.

Feelings are not imaginary.

Macador looked up and straightened his back, which had been hunched over from years of handling documents.

"Who?"

"Yuanming, he brought my servants and actually built a ship for me," Xi said with a hint of surprise and joy in his tone when talking about this.

"I really like the design of that ship; every detail is ingeniously crafted. However, he's quite presumptuous. He's so good at understanding my preferences that he's even able to implement ideas I haven't even thought of myself."

"I sent him to you to help you. Keep him busy and don't act on his own."

Malcador, upon hearing this, pictured the young man who had helped him escape the Iron City, and nodded in understanding. "No problem. Give him a position no less powerful than mine. I'll assign him plenty of challenging tasks, allowing him to fully develop and grow here."

"At the same time, I will also pay attention to guiding him so that he can better understand the value of teamwork and learn to play his role in the team."

"Okay," Xi said and left after Malcador agreed.

Soon, a golden figure walked into the office leisurely. He walked straight to the recliner beside him. This position belonged to him alone. He lay down gracefully, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand, which was steaming and full of tea fragrance.

He took a sip of his tea, his eyes scanning the office sharply, as if silently monitoring Malcador.

When his eyes fell on Malcador, there was even more urging and anticipation in them.

A sigh escaped Malcador's lips. He had brought this upon himself.

After returning, Xi used his power to promote Yuanming's position to the level of Executive Vice Prime Minister.

This move caused a huge uproar in Terra's political arena, and various forces speculated on the deeper meaning behind it.

"Is the regent finally going to seize power from the emperor?" Such questions quietly spread in the political arena.

People began to talk and speculate about the regent's motives and intentions.

Some people believe that this is Xi paving the way for his own future, while others believe that this is a contest between the regent forces and the imperial forces.

For all parties in the political arena, this is also a critical moment, a time when they need to clearly stand on the side.

They began to observe secretly, trying to smell the future direction from Xi and Yuanming's actions.

Some people choose to support Xi and Yuanming, believing that they represent new strength and opportunities; while others remain cautious, worried that this power struggle will bring them unnecessary trouble.