Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

From the inexplicable conflict between the mysterious crown and the nine rings, to the embarrassing experience of being inexplicably transformed into a horse, to the vague calculations he felt about the elves of Yabo Rosspero.

With every word he spoke, the anger in his eyes grew stronger, and his words were full of resentment at the situation getting out of control.

After saying this, he looked at Amon with a burning gaze and said earnestly, "Amon, the situation is critical now. I would like to issue a decree as the Lord of Prospero to capture those Warp Elves with all our strength. The danger they may pose cannot be underestimated. I need your support."

Amon listened quietly without hesitation, his eyes full of love and trust, and he responded decisively: "Okay."

In his heart, the red giant Magnus, whom he raised with his own hands, is an omniscient scholar, a wise man who can see through the mysteries of the universe, and the pride of his life.

Countless times in the past, Magnus had relied on his profound knowledge and decisiveness to resolve numerous crises and bring prosperity to Prospero.

Therefore, Amon firmly believed that Magnus was always right, even though Prospero had been negotiating with those elves for a long time.

Even though Magnus' decision seemed a bit radical, he was willing to stand behind his son without reservation and help him through this difficult time.

Slaanesh reclined lazily on the extremely luxurious bed, with pink mist swirling around him like a veil. In the dreamlike atmosphere, there was an indescribable decadent aura.

His forked tongue, like a snake, slowly emerged from between his delicate lips, and the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his mouth, as if savoring something interesting.

At this moment, after peeking at the interaction between Magnus and Amon through the crown, a glimmer of excitement flashed in Slaanesh's narrow eyes, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, the most interesting thing in the world is to watch his brother who claims to be in control of everything being pulled around in a panic by the thread of fate.

"Oh, this is so interesting." Slaanesh laughed sweetly, his voice like strands of demonic sound, echoing in the space filled with pink mist. He secretly pondered in his heart, thinking that perhaps he should help this red primarch.

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Chapter 132 The golden sun made me cry.

Sometimes I really feel the intricate and astonishing "deep friendship" between the gods.

The Crimson Lord Magnus wore the crown of Slaanesh. Wherever he looked, the Warp elves whom he once regarded as friends, companions and respected with all his heart had completely changed their appearance.

Their originally cute, agile and beautiful bodies are no longer there, replaced by strange creatures with azure bodies and twisted shapes. Many wriggling tentacles continue to extend from their bodies. They look ugly and hideous, which makes people feel creepy.

Seeing this, Magnus's face suddenly turned gloomy and his mood became extremely bad.

Anyone who sees beautiful things that were once familiar to them turn into such an ugly state would probably find it difficult to accept.

He secretly thanked his luck that he did not listen to the bewitching voice behind the ring and did not foolishly sacrifice one of his eyes. Otherwise, he would not know what kind of terrible situation he would have fallen into.

At this moment, the spiritual energy on his big red hand began to surge violently, like a burning flame, surging with a dangerous aura.

Amon on the side watched all this silently, his eyes solemn.

These transformed spirits that had just been captured seemed to feel the threat of death, and let out ups and downs of extremely shrill screams. The sound echoed in the space, revealing endless fear and despair.

Deep in the chaotic and disordered Warp, Slaanesh reclined on a couch that exuded a sweet and decadent fragrance, playing with a chain made of psychic gems in his hand. The chain was sparkling with crystal liquid, and the beads made crisp sounds when they collided, and each sound seemed to carry endless mockery.

He opened his red lips slightly, letting out a series of silver bell-like yet malicious laughter, and shouted in a certain direction, the spearhead clearly pointing directly at Tzeentch:

"Look, the Magnus you've been thinking about is getting further and further away from you. I'm afraid all your little tricks will be in vain."

After saying this, He laughed even more happily, and the pink mist rolled around the couch, as if adding to the laughter.

Meanwhile, Magnus was moving with swift action.

His tall figure towered over the land of Prospero, the howling wind blowing his red hair like a flaming battle banner. His eyes were cold, and he held the scepter tightly in his hand. Psychic commands emanated from his hand, spreading out in all directions like a net.

In every corner of Prospero, soldiers were busy running around under his command, searching for the hidden Warp Elves.

From time to time, the streets were filled with the sounds of elves fleeing, resisting, and screaming when being captured. The entire city was in tension and chaos, but Magnus was determined and vowed to eliminate these hidden dangers.

Tzeentch, who was far away in the Warp, immediately communicated and ordered the captured elves not to emit any malice, for fear of being killed by mortals or Magnus, and not to fight back.

He stood at the center of the chaotic vortex, surrounded by a faint blue arcane light, but the flickering light could not conceal his gloomy state of mind.

Although Magnus originally coveted the crown, it was still within the controllable range. After this incident, not only did Magnus develop a deep suspicion of himself behind the ring, but no one liked to play tricks in secret. This directly prompted him to launch a large-scale purge of the subspace creatures.

Jianqi never imagined that a small punishment would trigger such a chain reaction, causing the situation to go in a direction that was unfavorable to him. Now it would be extremely difficult to make amends.

"Humph, but that's nothing. Everything is still going according to plan."

Tzeentch's hard beak still refused to give in. Even though he felt a little regretful in his heart, he still muttered stubbornly.

Spiritual energy flickered all over his body, and the faint blue light reflected his confident expression.

Although the current situation seemed to be somewhat out of control, Magnus was increasingly wary of Him and was still cleaning out the Warp Elves in Prospero, but Tzeentch was not panicked at all.

After all, among all the gods, he has always been known for his far-reaching plans.

Countless times in the past, those seemingly complicated and confusing situations developed in a direction that was beneficial to Him under His careful planning and step-by-step strategy.

This time, Tzeentch firmly believed that even if Magnus temporarily broke free from some of his restraints, as long as he waited patiently and made clever arrangements, with his meticulous plan that was linked one link after another, he would be able to lure Magnus into the trap he had already woven.

By then, Magnus will still be a key chess piece in his hands, continuing to work to achieve his ulterior motives.

Then, he suddenly flapped his wings, and a dark blue light shone brightly around him, issuing orders to the demon army under his command.

In an instant, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine demon armies came out in full force like a surging black tide.

Today He will fight three.

Seeing this, the other gods were unwilling to swallow their anger.

Normally, everyone was unwilling to give in to each other and they all valued their own face very much. No one wanted to lose in this game of gods.

Now that Tzeentch has come to provoke us in such a high-profile manner, it is undoubtedly adding fuel to the raging anger.

Thus, the previously peaceful Warp was shattered once again. Amidst the turmoil, a war among the gods was imminent. Khorne, brandishing his blood-stained axe, led the charge with a deafening roar. Nurgle, harnessing the power of decay and disease, slowly advanced. Slaanesh twisted seductively on the bed, a playful smile playing on his lips, yet concealing murderous intent.

For a moment, the light of magic and divine power complemented each other, roars and screams resounded through the sky, and this melee was about to turn the subspace upside down again.

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[When the Emperor's magnificent ship, the Emperor's Dream, which looked like a giant star beast, slowly sailed towards Chemos, the entire Empire seemed to hold its breath, looking forward to another grand reunion.

This ship, carrying hope and majesty, crosses the vast sea of ​​stars, cuts through the endless darkness, and heads towards its predetermined destination at full speed.

On the mysterious and ancient planet of Chemos, a Primarch, heir of the Emperor, awaits the call of fate.

He may have already heard of the Emperor's great deeds, known the glory and difficulties of the human empire, and carried in his heart reverence for his father and attachment to his homeland.

At this moment, as the Emperor's Dream got closer and closer, the atmosphere on the planet became more solemn and warm.

When the Emperor's majestic and sacred figure descended upon Chemos, the entire planet seemed to be instantly illuminated.

Crowds of people poured into the streets, gazing up at the god-like presence. In an instant, an indescribable warmth and light enveloped them, as if they were bathed in brilliant sunshine.

The light was hot but not scorching, full of strength and hope, shining straight into the softest corner of their hearts, making their eyes red and tears flow uncontrollably.

Every tear is filled with reverence for the Emperor, longing for the future, and the peace of mind of finally finding support after a long period of turmoil.

They cheered, leaped for joy, and shouted the Emperor's name at the top of their lungs, as if to vent all their excitement and joy through this shout. The entire Chemos was immersed in this incomparably warm and tender atmosphere.

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Chapter 133 Cans also take exams

"Huh, this is too exaggerated." Aurora frowned and muttered softly while casually turning the newspaper in her hand to the back.

As he scanned the lines of text, he was left feeling both amused and helpless by the content.

It vividly describes the scene when the Primarch Fulgrim met the Emperor. It says that Fulgrim's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and his mind was filled with the Emperor's kindness in creating him. He felt that the kindness was like compound interest, and no matter how he tried to repay it, he would never be able to repay it. He was so moved that he shed tears on the spot.

"Tsk, what is this?" Aurora curled her lips and complained to herself, "If such a fabricated thing happened to me one day, I don't know what kind of description they would make of me. I'm afraid I would become a complete crybaby."

She couldn't help but shiver. Just thinking about the scene made her feel scared.

After all, in everyone's eyes, he was a ruthless character who had killed countless aliens. If the alien skulls he had collected were piled up, they could probably bury the body of the Emperor.

Moreover, she had no good feelings towards the emperor in her heart, and could even be said to hate him extremely. If she was really written as crying in front of the emperor, even if it was just fabricated, she would lose face greatly. How could she establish her authority in front of others in the future?

Just as I was thinking about it, a crisp ding-ling sound suddenly broke my thoughts. It turned out that the alarm clock rang.

Aurora came back to her senses and remembered that there was something important to do today. A few days ago, she had ordered her offspring to recite and write out the "Green Encyclopedia". Today she had to check on the situation to see if the little ones had memorized it carefully.

If they don’t memorize it well, huh, they will be in trouble.

On the Sun's Glory, light poured down like a waterfall, filling every inch of space and illuminating the immensely spacious lobby of the hotel.

The walls surrounding the hall are engraved with the glorious achievements of the Legion in past battles. Every scratch and every mark tells of passion and sacrifice, like a silent epic.

Tens of thousands of tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the hall, creating a grand atmosphere that could accommodate tens of thousands of Astartes at once.

Today, this area is expressly prohibited from being used at will, because it is about to take on a special mission - to become an examination hall for the Mother of Genes to test the knowledge of her offspring.

As soon as the news came out, the eyes of the Astartes instantly ignited with a fiery light of desire.

In their minds, this is undoubtedly a rare opportunity, which means that they have the possibility to stand out, gain the favor and attention of the Mother of Genes, and embark on the road to glory from then on.

In order to achieve good results in this exam, they all showed their talents.

The only three copies of the "Green Encyclopedia" issued by the Mother of Genes were surrounded by people as soon as they appeared, and the demand could not meet the supply.

In desperation, they had to turn their attention to their cousin, the son of the White King.

Astarte, the son of the White King, is often seen as a "mama's boy" who is slightly inferior to them.

Whenever their mother carefully researched and published a book, the children would become obsessed with it, collecting at least three or five copies. Whether they read them or not became secondary, as if collecting itself was an expression of piety and an act of supreme respect for their mother.

But this also made the other Astartes feel troubled. As the school exam was approaching, they urgently needed study materials, but only the White King's son had extra copies of the "Greenskin Encyclopedia".

So, in the arena where dust was flying all over the sky and shouts broke through the clouds, they had no choice but to muster up their courage, show their true abilities, and engage in fierce battle with the son of the White King.

They gathered their strength, relying on their experience of fighting on the battlefield with the Emperor and the superb skills honed through countless trials and tribulations. They fought back and forth on the field, refusing to give in to each other, and put their all into every move and every technique to achieve victory.

They had only one thought in their minds, which was to win those precious learning materials so that they could be more confident during the school entrance exams. They hoped that they could stand out in front of the Mother of Genes and shine with their own brilliance.

The first batch of Astartes came from the eye-catching First Company. They took their seats one by one with upright postures and solemn expressions. For a moment, the only sound in the huge examination room was the slight rustling of tables and chairs.

When the Primarch clearly uttered the word "start", the voice seemed to have invisible magic, instantly breaking the silence of the examination room.

Then, the pen tips touched the paper in unison, and suddenly, the rustling sound of writing rang out one after another, like a unique symphony.

The Primarch then walked down the platform slowly with steady and majestic steps. Every time his heavy iron boots touched the splints, there was a crisp and oppressive sound.

This sound reached the ears of those superhuman Astartes. Even the veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles and the deepest darkness could not suppress their inner tension at this moment, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily.

The two strong hearts in the chest began to beat violently, as if they were about to burst through the chest cavity. The atmosphere in the entire examination room became more and more solemn, and everyone was concentrating on this important school exam.

When Aurora saw a child who usually performed outstandingly and made her very happy, she stopped quietly and stood behind him.

I thought I would see him answering the questions fluently, but unexpectedly, the heir seemed to be aware of the gaze behind him. He was so nervous that his body tensed up, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and he couldn't write a single word.

Seeing that the offspring was frozen in place, Aurora shook her head helplessly and turned to leave.

Her iron boots hit the deck again, and the "clang clang" sound echoed in the examination room, and each sound seemed to hit the hearts of her descendants.

The Mother of Genes' footsteps were steady and rhythmic, and every step she took sounded like a heavy hammer.

Those descendants who usually charged into battle and never retreated in the face of apocalyptic-level wars were now so nervous that their palms were sweating, their hearts were pounding, and they dared not even breathe.

In the hall, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed substantial, and time was like fine sand, slipping away quietly bit by bit between the rubbing of the pen tip and the paper.

"Time's up. Now everyone put down your pens, stop writing, write your names, and hand them to me." Aurora said loudly. She was agile and strode quickly to the highest point of the hall. Her loud voice was like a bell, making sure it could be heard clearly in every corner of the hall.

And below the stage, her descendants were well-trained and immediately obeyed the order, putting down their pens neatly and writing their names neatly on the pages of the dictation book. Then they lined up and handed the answer sheets to their genetic mother one by one with awe.

Aurora stood on a high place, observing all this with a stern gaze, secretly assessing the academic level of her offspring.

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Chapter 134 The Secret of Fabius

In the evening, the dim afterglow shone through the window and gently fell into Aurora's room, giving everything a warm golden light.

Piles of books were piled high like small mountains, filling up most of the space in the original body's room, leaving only a narrow aisle for people to walk through.

Aurora sat upright in front of the desk, her posture straight and her expression focused.

His fingers slid swiftly across the pages of the books handed in by his descendants after they had copied the manuscripts, and his eyes were sharp as he examined each word and sentence.

Every time a page was turned, the rustling sound of the paper was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Yes, it's very good." The Primarch whispered softly, a satisfied smile on his lips, his eyes full of praise. "This one is good, and this one is also good."

Those pages with neat handwriting and precise content seemed like the sincere hearts of the children, which made her feel very gratified.

These books were only a third of what the Legion Astartes had written down from memory.

In order to complete the review efficiently, the Primarch had already made comprehensive plans. He aimed to devote his full attention to invigilation during the day and to review and revise the documents tirelessly at night within the next three days, so as to bring this massive project, unique to the Second Legion, to a successful conclusion as soon as possible.

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Fabius Bile stood quietly in a dim corner. When the shocking news exploded like thunder - the Phoenix of Comos, the Primarch of the Third Legion, returned to the Empire, the brothers around him were instantly overwhelmed by joy and cheers.

There were only 200 of them left, and they had been struggling in difficult situations for a long time. When they heard the news of their Primarch's return, it was as if they saw the dawn of rebirth, and their faces were filled with joy of surviving the disaster.