Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

However, Fabius' heart seemed to be torn in two by a powerful force, and he fell into extreme contradiction.

On the one hand, as a member of the remnant of the Legion, he knew that the return of the Primarch was a ray of hope for his brothers who were on the verge of despair.

The Third Legion once struggled in war and suffering, but now it finally has a backbone and is expected to regain its former glory. The passion to regroup is surging in its chest.

But on the other hand, fear followed him like a shadow, gripping his throat.

Only he knew that the blight that had caused the legion to decline to its current miserable state had once haunted him like a ghost.

In the early stages of his illness, his physical weakness and loss of strength plunged him into despair.

Using his identity as a pharmacist, driven by madness and the desire to survive, he extracted key substances from the body of his recently deceased brother, and then in the laboratory, he distilled and refined them with a pungent smell to make a life-saving drug, which barely delayed the deterioration of the disease.

His heart was pounding as his memory recalled the rigorous genetic test, and he used his superb skills to swap his own genetic samples with those of others.

When innocent brothers were wrongly sentenced to death, the screams still echo today.

Now that the Primarch is about to return, the first thing he will do is to cure the Legion of its blight.

And this is also the moment when his secret is closest to the Primarch.

He knew that once the secret was leaked, Primarch Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection, which had already spread to Terra, would surely imprison him and leave him to wait for death in darkness.

Such fear and expectation were like vines, entangling his heart tighter and tighter.

Acudona walked briskly through the noisy crowd and headed straight towards Fabius.

That iconic short silver hair gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light, like the first snow in winter.

The bright smile that could not be suppressed at the corner of his mouth was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the haze around him.

"Brother Fabius," Akudona patted Fabius's shoulder enthusiastically, his voice full of excitement and joy.

"Be happy! Our long-awaited Primarch is back. We are saved now. They will surely perform miracles to heal us and pull every member of the Legion out of this damn predicament."

As he spoke, his eyes became slightly red, showing both sadness for the sufferings of the past and anticipation for the future of the Legion after the Primarch's return.

Archduna looked at Fabius's half-happy, half-sad face.

He simply assumed he was crying tears of joy at the Primarch's return, yet grieving for his brothers who had perished in the Blight.

After all, as a pharmacist, Fabius had seen too many of his legion brothers gradually wither away under the erosion of the blight.

In Akudona's heart, Fabius is the most humane one, always silently bearing the grief of his comrades' departure.

Fabius nodded slightly, his eyes deep and his thoughts drifting away.

He collected all the genetics books published by the Eleventh Primarch, with their densely packed texts and intricate and exquisite diagrams.

He had devoted countless days and nights to studying, trying to find a cure for the blight in the ocean of knowledge, but he always came back empty-handed.

"Yes, Brother Akunado, you are right." Fabius suppressed the waves in his heart and tried to keep his voice calm.

"Our Primarch will be as powerful as the Eleventh Primarch, no, even surpass her, leading the Legion to break free from the deathly shackles of the blight. We will be reborn like a phoenix, soaring to the sky and surpassing any other Legion."

His words were full of trust and expectation for the Primarch.

Even though he was afraid of the Primarch in his heart, Fabius firmly believed, as did all the Astartes, that the Primarch's return would restore the Legion's glory.

Even Leman Russ, even after his return, the Space Wolves went from being useless to being useful - at least, he had to believe so on the surface to cover up the panic deep in his heart.

"But Brother Acunado," Fabius paused slightly, and tried to force a seemingly sincere smile on his face, but the bitterness and uneasiness behind the smile were cleverly concealed by him.

"I must hurry to the pharmacy to prepare the information. I must submit the detailed genetic data of the Third Legion's blight to the Primarch before he returns. This matter cannot be delayed. Every minute and every second is crucial. Perhaps the sooner the Primarch understands the situation, the more chance our brothers have of survival."

Akunado's eyes were full of trust and admiration, and he nodded seriously, "Go, Brother Fabius, thank you for your hard work."

He moved aside, his eyes following Fabius's back as he hurried away.

After all, in Acunado's mind, Fabius was extremely thoughtful and knowledgeable.

PS: Thank you for the suggestions from all the book friends. This is my first time writing a book, and I don’t know what is good or bad. Anyway, if you give me some suggestions, I will make changes if I can. If I can’t make changes immediately, it’s because the author has developed a habit, and I have to make changes slowly.

Thank you. In short, thank you all for your support, fellow book lovers. Thank you.

Chapter 135 Two Hundred Palace Swordsmen

"So he didn't come to me, but went to see his offspring first."

Xi sat upright on the majestic high seat, the pen in his hand rustling across the documents.

These documents were of extraordinary significance. Having been personally reviewed and approved by her, the Imperial Regent, every order she issued was like placing a crucial piece on the chessboard of the Milky Way.

It is enough to rewrite the pattern of a star region and even determine the future direction of the entire human race.

As she was reviewing the documents, she made no attempt to avoid her son Alpharius who was sitting next to her.

"Yes. When Fulgrim arrived on Terra, he did not come to see you immediately. He went directly to the Third Legion's base."

Alpharius bowed slightly, reporting his brother's whereabouts in a respectful and polite tone.

To some extent, it was his duty to keep his mother informed of his brothers' situation, even if that meant occasionally telling on them.

The Primarch was two meters and two inches tall. Even when he was standing next to his mother, his eyes were slightly offset. He could inadvertently catch a glimpse of the content his mother was correcting and her focused and serious eyes, which made him feel a different kind of emotion.

"Well, let him be." Xi said softly after a brief thought.

After all, she had seen even more "unbelievable" beings like Magnus.

Fulgrim's pursuit of perfection would be close to Slaanesh's, but he does not have Slaanesh's layout on him now, so he does not expect it for a while.

And this was in Terra.

Alpharius received the order, respectfully stepped back a few steps, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

I was delighted and enjoyed such close contact with my mother. This was a unique experience that I had never had with my father, the Emperor. It was warm and nostalgic.

…………

"I will do everything in my power to strengthen our Third Army,"

The Phoenix of Chemos stood in front of everyone, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His deep eyes burned with fiery determination. He glanced at the only two hundred remaining soldiers in front of him one by one, his voice low but firm and powerful, like the resounding of a bell.

"I will protect the only two hundred warriors in front of me. I swear on my life that I will never let you leave me again."

This was the first time Fulgrim faced the remnants of the Third Legion, and the scene before him shocked him deeply.

There are only two hundred people, but they carry the will of the entire legion. They come from different companies, but now they are gathered here.

Some of them were alone, the last one in their company, but even so, that lonely figure still stood proudly, tightly grasping the flag that symbolized the company's glory, showing an unyielding backbone in front of the original leader.

As the breeze blows, the team flags flutter, telling of the glory of the past and the perseverance of the present.

At this moment, a strong sense of mission called fatherhood surged in Fulgrim's heart.

They are true warriors, descendants worthy of the Primarch's life and all he has to protect and strengthen them.

Looking at them, Fulgrim still clearly remembered the shocking moment when he was found by the Emperor. At that time, he was full of longing and expectation. After his first in-depth understanding of the characteristics, mission and glory of this Legion, a name quietly took shape in his heart.

With trepidation, he solemnly proposed to the Emperor that the name "Emperor's Children" be bestowed upon the Third Legion.

The waiting time seemed like torture, but fortunately, the emperor finally nodded in agreement.

"The Emperor has agreed to add the title of the Emperor's Children to the title of the Third Legion. This is your persistence and has won the Emperor's approval."

Fulgrim stood tall and proud, his voice as loud as thunder, echoing throughout the camp.

Hearing what the Primarch said, the Astartes subconsciously straightened their backs, as if injected with an invisible force. Their eyes sparkled with pride, and they felt proud of the Emperor's recognition.

"And you, children, are my court swordsmen, the Third Legion, the pride of the Emperor's Children."

Fulgrim's words were full of passion and power, as if they had a kind of magic that made every Astartes immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Even Fabius Bile, who harbored secrets and was usually cautious, was infected by the surging emotions at this moment. He temporarily forgot his inner fear and indulged in this glorious moment with his brothers, looking forward to the bright future of the Legion.

The palace's high walls are solemn and majestic, standing there like ancient guardians, isolating the Regent's Palace from the outside world.

After hastily arranging the many affairs of the Legion, Fulgrim immediately came to the Regent's Palace, which symbolizes supreme power.

As he stepped into the palace, the Primarch's eyes were filled with awe and expectation. In his heart, the Regent of the Empire was already the second perfect person after the Emperor, his great father.

"You did a great job, kid. You are a qualified leader." Xi sat upright on a high seat, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at the extremely handsome heir in front of him, his eyes full of approval.

"Did you see what I did in the Emperor's Children?" Fulgrim lowered his head slightly, his tone a little panicked, his heart in turmoil.

The Primarch was terrified that his mother had witnessed his words and behavior towards his children, which were spoken without much embellishment and were entirely inspired by his passion, and that his mother might notice if there was anything wrong.

"No."

Xi uttered these two words lightly. When Fulgrim heard them, he felt relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

"But." Xi changed the subject, and the heart that had just been relieved by the original body was instantly lifted up again. His breathing stagnated and he stared at his mother nervously.

"A dazzling phoenix like you is always under the watchful eyes of the people of Terra! My agents are constantly monitoring your every move and every action, and reporting the relevant information to me."

Xi raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a hint of amusement.

As he spoke, he patted the mountain of intelligence on the table, two-thirds of which was about Fulgrim.

But in fact, the Imperial Regent lied. On Terra, no matter what happened, no matter how large and complex the population was, nothing could escape her perception. She only needed to think about it, and she could take in all the information in an instant.

There are only a handful of people who can avoid her insight, and almost all of them are otherworldly and almost god-like.

PS: In front of Fulgrim, everything is a manifestation of his perfect existence.

Behavior, speech, and a love of makeup.

Please, give me some! I really need it!

Chapter 136: The Forging of Steel and Phoenix

"I thought the Phoenix of Chemos would ask you for help! After all, it's a tricky blight." Leila, the sister sitting opposite Aurora, spoke first.

"But he is the Primarch Fulgrim. His extreme pursuit of self-perfection means that he will never ask me for help. Think about it, have you ever seen any of our blood brothers bow their heads and ask for help from others?" Leila said bluntly.

She was pessimistic about whether Frogrim could cure the blight that afflicted his legion.

It was a genetic disease that she couldn't easily resolve. Even as the original patient, it was not easy for her to completely resolve and eradicate it in a short period of time.

Aurora listened to Leila's words, thought for a moment, and nodded in response: "Indeed not."

Each of the Primarchs was extremely arrogant. It was impossible for them to bow down and surrender to another Primarch. Not even Horus, who was favored by the Emperor, could do it.

"Speaking of which, our father, the Emperor, acted quite swiftly. It wasn't long before he found another Primarch brother."

Aurora said this, closing her eyes and starting to process the message the Legion Commander had just sent her in her mind, while still chatting with her sisters.

"You mean Vulkan? The blacksmith from Nocturne?"

Leila frowned slightly. She had been a little resistant to blacksmithing lately.

Not long ago, she was scolded by another blacksmith herself and was criticized for being useless.

When his men went out to capture the offspring of rare aliens, they were forcibly stopped by the other side when they passed by the planet where the Iron Hands were temporarily stationed, and a round-robin-style weapons-making competition was held.

If it weren't for Omiren, her descendants would probably be trapped there and unable to return.

But he killed all the aliens, and not even a single corpse was left to prevent them from resurrecting.

"The Emperor even praised you in front of him! He really liked the books you wrote on xenos research. This was praise from our Gene-Father, whose heart and eyes were filled with only Horus!"

Aurora looked at Leila and smiled, she was happy that Leila received praise from the Emperor.

In fact, the Primarch knew that this sister had stayed in the laboratory for too long and the news was a little delayed.

The corners of Leila's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile.

Although her genetic father has a long history of bad deeds and his actions are considered cruel, the attachment deep in her blood is still deeply rooted.

Therefore, even though the emperor's praise came across several galaxies and was conveyed by someone else, she still felt a hint of joy in her heart.

Aurora looked at Leila's smile and took the opportunity to continue, "And our brother Vulcan from Nocturne is also urging you to update your work!"

"He particularly approves of your research and thinks you write very well. Terra received a letter from him a few days ago, asking when you can publish an encyclopedia about the Eldar. He has been looking forward to it!"

After listening to what Aurora said, Leila felt very pleased. In her heart, every Primarch was very important to her, otherwise she would not have been so self-isolating after being scolded by Lario.

Now, because of the request of Vulkan, her brother from Nocturne whom she had never met, she was even more motivated.

"I'll leave right away and capture the Eldar myself for dissection and research." Leila stood up suddenly, neatly gathered up the scalpel and a bunch of tools on the table, hung them around her waist, and prepared to set off.

"You can't go now." Aurora stepped in front of Leila and blocked her way.

He praised Leila openly and secretly for a long time, smoothed her out and calmed her down. Naturally, he wanted to ask for something, so how could he just watch her run away at this moment?

"Mother asked me to go and welcome our brother Ferrus, but you know I dislike him very much, so I would like to ask you to accompany me."

Aurora came straight to the point and spoke directly, even with a hint of request in her tone.