Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"Who do you think will win this fight?" Fulgrim asked Leila while marveling at the superb fighting skills of his two blood relatives.

Chemos' Phoenix secretly thought that he would be more powerful than them.

"Aurora will definitely win." Leila stared at the front without blinking, and blurted out Fulgrim's question without thinking.

"Are you so sure?" Fulgrim asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, she is the strongest except the eleventh Primarch." Leila nodded firmly, her words showing no disguising her admiration for Aurora.

But in her heart, she and the three eleventh primarchs have the power to defeat all the primarchs.

Leila's words made Fulgrim frown slightly. The Phoenix of Chemos was not convinced and retorted with a hint of arrogance:

"Sister, I don't agree with you. I should be the strongest Primarch."

In Fulgrim's eyes, even Ferrus, with whom he had just established a good relationship, was no match for himself.

Just as Leila was about to say something else, a loud bang like thunder abruptly cut her off from speaking.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a spear shining with cold light like lightning falling from the sky. It "whoosh" and pierced directly in front of the two primarchs who were fighting fiercely. The spear was three-quarters embedded in the ground and vibrated buzzingly, as if announcing the majesty of the newcomer.

The Commanding Knight Omiron, clad in heavy silver armor, appeared before the two men in a majestic manner.

He stood tall and straight, his eyes piercing the surface of his mask. He first looked at Ferrus, then spoke in a low, unquestionable voice, "I am under the order of the Regent, Ferrus, to follow me to the palace immediately. There must be no delay."

After saying this, he turned around and faced Aurora, his tone suddenly becoming stern: "Aurora, you've truly disappointed the Regent! You couldn't even properly handle something as trivial as welcoming Ferrus. You're simply derelict in your duty!"

Aurora snorted in disdain, the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, revealing her contempt for the accusation.

Then the Primarch walked lightly towards Leila, without looking around, as if nothing around her caught her attention.

Then, she stood quietly, her eyes gentle and filled with expectation, silently waiting for her offspring to struggle out of the pile of Leilas.

Her lips were tightly closed, and she didn't say another word from beginning to end. The silence seemed like a silent protest, but also as if she was suppressing deeper emotions. Only the breeze gently ruffled her red-gold hair, adding a unique sense of movement to the solemn atmosphere.

Looking at Aurora's cold and arrogant look, Omiren wisely chose to shut up and didn't say another word.

After all, this Primarch was deeply doted upon by the King. In the eyes of all the servants who believed in the White King, she was the apple of his eye. Omiron was no exception. The reprimands just now sounded harsh, but in fact, they were no different from tickling. They were purely formalities.

"Let's go!" Omiren said this to Ferrus, then strode forward without even looking to see if the other party was following him. He was very stylish.

Ferrus looked at Omiron's behavior and felt annoyed: as a servant, he had no respect for his Primarch.

He raised his eyes and exchanged a quick glance with Fulgrim, who was a hundred meters away. The tacit understanding they had just established came in handy, and they understood each other.

Ferrus gritted his teeth and followed.

In his heart, he had already silently equated Omiron with the arrogant golden-armored attendants around the emperor, and was thinking of finding an opportunity to let this ignorant guy know how powerful he was.

Of course, Omiren knew that he had been remembered by a Primarch. After all, behind him, Ferrus clenched his fists and followed Omiren with a gloomy expression.

The Primarch's armor was slightly damaged from the fierce battle just now, and several fist marks were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, but this did not in the least diminish the murderous aura emanating from his body.

Ferrus's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on Omiren's back. Anger was dancing in the depths of his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed. He had a thousand words to say but they were forced to be swallowed back.

Occasionally, he would tilt his head back slightly, trying to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out. The veins on his neck were visible, revealing his inner resentment.

Just like this, Ferrus, with a heart full of grievances, followed Omiron step by step under the attention of the people. His back seemed to be filled with the stubbornness of fighting against fate.

Finally, finally, the destination is in sight!

Ferrus looked up and saw the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings. The golden dome shone brightly in the sunlight, and the palace walls were decorated with intricate carvings and precious gems, showing luxury and majesty everywhere.

Looking back, he followed behind Omiren all the way, burning with anger, and struggled forward under the watchful eyes of the people. The gazes of the people, either curious or awe-inspiring, intertwined into an invisible net that trapped him.

He couldn't remember how many times he had raised his head to swallow the anger surging in his chest; and how many times he had suppressed his inner resentment to prevent his emotions from erupting out of control like a volcano.

After all, considering his usually irritable and often furious personality, it is really commendable that he has been able to endure all the way until now.

"Go in!" Omiren stood upright outside the palace gate. The armor on his body shone with a cold and hard light under the reflection of the sunlight. He raised his chin towards Ferrus and briefly uttered these three words. His voice sounded muffled through the heavy helmet.

"Aren't you going to come in?" Ferrus raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a hint of imperceptible pride flashed in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that Omiren was just a servant and had no right to meet his mother directly, but he insisted on saying this just to see how the other party would react.

"I am just a servant. I cannot see the glory of the king with you." Omiron's voice came from the tightly wrapped armor. It was flat and without any emotion, as if this strict hierarchy was nothing more than a daily routine for him.

The Dominant Knight did not move, standing quietly in the same place, like a cold sculpture guarding the palace gate, watching Ferrus walk towards the closed palace gate.

PS: Ferrus Manus's philosophy directly caused his legion to become a mess in the 40k period.

The Raven Guard and Salamanders have recovered, but his Legion has not, and has even become so despised by everyone.

As long as Iron Hand goes to support others, how come Jianjun’s first thought would be them?

Chapter 140 I am the most special among the Primarchs

Inside the magnificent palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed tangible. A tall and majestic Primarch walked in with heavy steps.

In an instant, the regent's slightly tired but still steady voice sounded faintly in the hall:

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, processing three huge piles of documents. I haven't dared to slack off on any of the important tasks. Even the key instructions I just received were immediately arranged and executed."

Xi sat quietly aside, her bare hands raised, slowly fiddling with an exquisite object on the table.

This artifact was no ordinary one. Beneath its faintly flickering halo, it contained some mysterious power that could clean away the stubborn and strange living metal on Ferrus's arm bit by bit.

And this is why Ferrus came to Terra.

The Primarch's gaze fell directly on Xi's face. At that moment, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The person in front of him, except for the size that was different from what he remembered, his appearance, eyebrows, features, and the temperament he exuded were exactly the same as Aurora.

No wonder Omiren's face was so gloomy when he saw him before.

When he thought of this, Ferrus couldn't help but regret secretly. He clearly remembered that when he had a conflict with Aurora before, he couldn't control his anger and beat her face until it was swollen.

Of course, he himself did not end up well. His body was covered with bruises, purple and blue. Even the sturdy armor that he had always been proud of was covered with dents of various sizes.

"This thing... can really remove the living metal on my arm?" Ferrus frowned, his eyes full of doubt, and finally couldn't help asking, the metal on his arm

"This isn't some unimaginable black technology," Xi explained slowly and calmly, raising his chin slightly.

"In the ancient texts of the Necromancer Dynasty, and even in the secret techniques of the Eldar today, one can find the way to eliminate it."

As she spoke, Xiyu snapped her fingers lightly, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty hall.

She gestured with her eyes for Ferrus to stand in front of the instrument. Ferrus hesitated for a moment, but still did as she said.

Then, the instrument on the table hummed and started to work. Soft rays of light intertwined and converged, slowly enveloping Ferrus's arm.

A magical thing happened. Under the reflection of the light, the living metal on Ferrus's arm actually began to melt away, disappearing a little bit visible to the naked eye.

"Stop!" Ferrus suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing this, Xi immediately stopped operating the instrument. Puzzlement filled her beautiful eyes as she turned to look at Ferrus, wondering: What on earth could Ferrus have meant? He'd clearly been the one asking for a cure, and now that the solution was right in front of him and showing initial results, he suddenly called a halt...

After the soft halo disappeared, some of the living metal that fell off seemed to be carefully carved by an invisible hand and slowly deformed.

Soon, a silver ring appeared before his eyes. It lay quietly in Ferrus's palm, emitting a cold and mysterious glow.

"I haven't made up my mind yet whether or not to completely remove the metal from my arm."

Ferrus slowly raised his head, a complex look flashing in his eyes, a nostalgia for the past and a fear of unknown changes.

"After all, it's been with me for so long. In thrilling life-and-death battles, it's been my loyal guard, defending me from foreign enemies and performing brilliant military feats. To abandon it so suddenly like this leaves me feeling empty inside. So, could you please allow me some time to carefully consider this?"

The Primarch spoke sincerely, trying to make Xi understand his complicated and tangled feelings.

Upon hearing this, the doubts in the imperial regent's heart dissipated instantly, like mist meeting the warm sun.

She naturally understood that for anyone, things that have been attached to the body for a long time have long since merged with the soul over the years.

"In that case, take this away." Xi's expression was as gentle as water. She nodded lightly, without any intention of forcing him. Her words were as gentle as a spring breeze. "Keep it with you. When you have figured it out, you can use it to get rid of it."

"Ah...this..." Ferrus became incoherent for a moment. His eyes moved back and forth between the ring in his hand and the ingenious instrument, and he was deeply shocked.

The Primarch knew that what was presented on the table in front of him must be a rare treasure that was the result of countless efforts and extraordinary wisdom. Its craftsmanship was so exquisite that it could be called a masterpiece of nature.

However, just because of his hesitation, the Regent Yiyiqiwujiujiubar unexpectedly gave it to him without reservation and resolutely.

This made the Primarch's eyes moisten slightly and his throat tighten. For a moment, thousands of words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know where to start.

Seeing this, Xi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a faint, all-knowing smile on his face, and did not say much.

But she knew very well that the wisest way to raise these twenty Primarchs with different personalities and extraordinary talents was to let each of them feel from the bottom of their hearts that they were unique and irreplaceable in their parents' hearts, and the most special star in the vast galaxy.

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"So, just because of your slight hesitation, Mother directly gave you such an exquisite instrument?"

Fulgrim came closer, his eyes filled with wonder. The Primarch paced around the instrument, marveling at its perfection. The object before him was so perfect that even he had to praise it.

"Yeah." Ferrus responded briefly. He had just received the instrument and gave it to his new friend.

After all, now Gorgon's Medusa raised her chin slightly, and her nostrils were facing the sky.

His current arrogance even overwhelmed Fulgrim who was standing beside him.

But his arrogance is not without reason. After all, even the emperor has issued strict orders about the mysterious dark technology hidden in his home planet. No one else has the right to know except him. It can only be used when facing a major crisis that can overturn the world.

Fulgrim glanced at Ferrus's smug expression, secretly amused. He raised his eyebrows and said in a deliberately unhurried tone:

"I'm telling you, I now fully understand what Aurora said before. Since I've come into close contact with your legion, I think you're really doing well. You really need to put some thought into managing your offspring."

"Ah?" Ferrus felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head. The smugness on his face froze instantly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion and surprise.

PS: Please give me some, please give me some, I really need it!

Chapter 141 The Truth About the Blight Cure

"The Iron Hands' combat efficiency is indeed very swift. Every time they fight the xenos and reclaim humanity's lost planets, they resolve the battle as quickly as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. This is only in the short time since you returned to the Empire and led the Iron Hands. The swiftness and efficiency of the Iron Hands have spread among countless citizens of the Empire. They always talk about the strength of your Legion, which is fully capable of competing with the Emperor's favored Silver Moon Wolves."

Fulgrim had a faint smile on his face, but he couldn't expose the whole thing all at once. If he did that, his high emotional intelligence would be useless.

As expected, after hearing these words, the gloom on Ferrus' face disappeared, and he nodded with satisfaction, looking very happy.

For the Primarch, he may not care about cheers and applause, but the cheers and applause that should belong to him must always be ready to ring for him.

He now felt that Fulgrim was only praising him under the guise of criticizing him.

But before he could relax, Fulgrim changed the subject:

"However, the Iron Hands also have their flaws. The most criticized is their attitude towards the weak. Those planets conquered by the Iron Hands have become citizens of the empire and have suffered a lot. They have been treated harshly time and time again."

"Also, the Iron Hands' mortal auxiliary soldiers were taken directly to undergo brain surgery because they were not trusted by your descendants and could not perform bravely. This is a bit too much."

Fulgrim paused, looking at Ferrus sincerely.

He didn't make these up. In order to understand this matter, Phoenix studied the information of the Iron Hands whenever he had free time - after all, the Iron Hands were also the key reason for the dispute between the two Primarchs Aurora and Ferrus.

This is worth his time to understand.

"I..." Ferrus was full of pride just now, but now his mood was like falling into an ice cellar, falling straight from a high altitude into the dark valley.

He opened his mouth but stopped talking.

But Ferrus thought of something, gritted his teeth, and said anxiously as if grasping at a life-saving straw:

"I will find time to correct the attitudes of my sons, but for now the military mission of the Great Crusade remains, and all fronts await the Iron Hands' advance."

"Only after this crucial Great Crusade is successfully completed can I free my hands and focus on completely rectifying the thinking of the entire Iron Hands Legion and putting them on the right track."

"But I must remind you, the sooner the better." Fulgrim frowned slightly, his expression solemn. He took a step forward, raised his hand and lightly lifted Ferrus' chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

The two Primarchs stared at each other quietly, their eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions, including brotherly concern, worry about the Legion's problems, and a subtle rift caused by past conflicts.

Fulgrim was the first to break the silence, speaking slowly: "Ever since your conflict with Aurora, the Dawnbringer has been targeting the Iron Hands, both overtly and covertly.

"Most of the servants around my mother, who hold important positions in the empire, have also sided with the Dawnbringers and supported them. Even quite a few of the White King's sons have joined in. You know how powerful our sister is."

"Why not take a small step towards change now, starting with the mortal auxiliaries in your legion!"

Fulgrim looked at Ferrus with sincerity as he leaned closer, his earnestness evident in his words. Their friendship was so deep that it seemed as if they had almost become one. The air was filled with intimacy and trust.

"Okay, but what's the current status of the Blight in your Legion?"

Ferrus frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern. While nodding in agreement with Fulgrim's suggestion, he couldn't help but ask a question to his blood relative. His furrowed brow seemed to carry a heavy worry for the brother legion.

"It has been completely resolved. I did it myself."

Fulgrim's straight back seemed to relax instantly. He seemed to have been waiting for these words for a long time. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes.

This may be the answer he has been preparing for the longest time and wanted to announce the most, and now he has finally got what he wanted.

The Primarch saw the surprise that flashed across his blood brother's face as he wished, and the worry he had always had about his legion slowly fell from Ferrus' shoulders like ice and snow melting, and he felt relieved.

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