Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Aurora, standing aside, looked like the sculpture she had carved, with no ripples on her face and a cold and indifferent look in her eyes.

"You must have asked for it yourself, otherwise the Emperor would not be able to use you."

Aurora sat there quietly, completely isolated from the turbulent scene before her.

After all, in the Primarch's world, everyone has their own little thoughts and unique personality.

The sisters are all talented people with unique skills, and none of them are mediocre.

But precisely because of this, she resolutely rushed to Inverte. There must be something there that could attract her and make her happy, so this time, she was willing to take the initiative to go there.

Look, Lareo is holding a blue feather carefully in his hands. The feather is as blue as the deep sea, and it is sparkling with a strange light. Its shape is just like an exquisite pen.

The Primarch bent slightly, his face filled with an ingratiating smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, and he spoke in a gentle yet somewhat anxious voice:

"I'll give you this super fun thing to play with, okay? Just promise me and come with me, please!"

As he spoke, he gently shook the feather in his hand, as if he was showing off a rare treasure.

Aurora lazily leaned to the side. After hearing Lareo's plea, she reluctantly opened one eye, a hint of impatience in her eyes. She snorted softly from her nose, her tone indifferent and full of reluctance: "Okay..."

It seemed as if agreeing to this had taken up a great deal of her energy, but she simply couldn't resist Lareo's constant nagging.

Rogal Dorn stood on the deck of the Phalanx, frowning and looking at the so-called "reinforcements" around him with suspicion.

When he returned to the embrace of the Empire, the Emperor vowed to find him help that could quickly repair the Phalanx. That was the key force to solve the urgent problem. He had placed high hopes on it and was looking forward to the arrival of professional masters.

But the reality surprised him. Among the people who came, one of the Primarchs did have the superb skills to repair the Phalanx. His every move showed his deep understanding of the mechanical structure. The tools in his hands seemed to have life, and he disassembled and debugged the damaged parts with precision.

However, the other Primarch was a complete layman and could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

Looking at the group of self-proclaimed mechanical sages gathered on the side, they encountered all kinds of problems as soon as they landed on the Phalanx.

One of them was so excited when he saw the Phalanx slip that he tore off a key data cable in a panic, almost causing a chain reaction. To make matters worse, after seeing the Phalanx, several great sages suddenly experienced a sudden leak in the oil pipes in their lower bodies, and the precious oil spread wildly on the deck, almost causing a passing maintenance servitor to slip and lose control.

Dorn shook his head helplessly. If he had not witnessed this farce with his own eyes, he might have mistakenly regarded them as the elite force that could save the Phalanx just by hearing their name.

Finally after a while.

Dorn breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes sweeping over the busy crowd, muttering to himself, "But fortunately, after all the twists and turns, they're finally getting back on track."

Lareo deftly spread out a large roll of blueprints on the operating table. The complex circuits and precise parts on the blueprints were densely packed yet in order.

With the rustling sound of the paper unfolding, the surrounding mechanical sages gathered around in an instant.

The mechanical armor on their bodies exudes a cold and hard metallic luster, and some shoulders even flash indicator lights representing different levels and specialties.

After getting close to the blueprint, these great sages began to discuss at once, their gray beards trembling as they spoke, and sparks of wisdom flashed continuously in the fierce clash of words.

Dorne, who thought he could relax, accidentally glanced at the hands of several great sages hidden behind their backs, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

In their hands, screws and wrenches were casually grasped, and some people even installed a laser gun on the robotic arm.

They might even start fighting in the next second, even his sisters.

Dawn shook his head, critical of their actions.

When Aurora finished playing with the quill.

It was obvious that the figure was tall and straight, emitting a yellow and majestic aura.

It was the returning Invites, their new brothers.

A glimmer of joy in Aurora's eyes at meeting her new blood relatives.

He casually inserted the quill into his snowy hair and walked towards where Rogal Dorn was.

She stretched out her right hand, which was covered with claws:

"Hello, I am your blood relative Aurora."

Dorn withdrew his gaze from the busy crowd and extended his powerful hand. A smile appeared on his stone face, and his voice was like a bell:

"Hello, Aurora, I am Rogal Dorn."

Aurora was still immersed in the wonderful atmosphere of her first meeting with her blood relative Rog Dorn. Her eyes were shining with a mixture of novelty and closeness, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

The sounds of people coming and going and machines humming were intertwined around him, but the original body seemed to be out of the picture, his heart full of joy of being reunited with his family.

But the Invit man's Adam's apple trembled like a stone, and then a deep, hoarse voice came out: "You shouldn't be here."

Aurora was like being struck by thunder, instantly awakened from her thoughts. Her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and she blurted out subconsciously: "Huh?"

Dorn seemed oblivious to her surprise and continued speaking slowly:

"Although I'm very happy that you can come, after all, an extra help is always a good thing.

But as the Primarch, you should have devoted yourself to the magnificent Great Crusade and spread the tiny rays of hope of mankind to every corner of the galaxy.

"We already have Huile here to help. She's well-informed about every aspect of the situation, and since you know nothing about machinery, I suggest you leave and join the Great Crusade."

Aurora frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously let out a puzzled cry again: "Huh?"

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

Dawn paused, his voice adding a hint of urgency: "Do you understand?"

Aurora bit her lower lip, her eyes slowly sweeping across the busy surroundings, then looking at Lario who was concentrating on the drawings not far away.

She realized that she had come here with such joy that perhaps she really needed to reconsider her decision. The sudden cold shower left her at a loss.

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Chapter 145 My Sister is Useless

In the end, Aurora chose to stay.

The vast snowfields of Invert became her new playground.

The Primarch, nimble and agile, steed the simple sliding device made of two wooden planks as she sped across the snow, stirring up a cloud of shimmering snow mist. The biting cold wind lashed her face, but it only made her more excited. For a Primarch, such moments of unbridled indulgence were truly rare.

Thinking of Terra, the snow there is equally pure white, but it is shrouded in an invisible confinement.

Around the Emperor's palace, golden-armored guards stood like statues, day after day, year after year, strictly guarding every inch of snow and protecting the territory that belonged exclusively to the Emperor.

Even though she was the Primarch, possessing extraordinary power and noble status, if she got even slightly closer or showed any intention to play, she would attract the guards' vigilant gazes and harsh warnings, forcing her to give up in disappointment.

And now, in this distant land of Invert, she has finally broken free from those constraints.

All this is thanks to Lario.

When her stone brothers were stubborn and believed that Aurora should not stay there, their words were full of driving her away.

Lareo stepped forward quickly.

The reason is that the father and mother want their children to develop good blood ties.

Under her constant persuasion, the Stone Brothers' tense expressions gradually relaxed. Their stubborn attitude remained, but they no longer made things difficult for Aurora, which gave her the opportunity to gallop freely in the snow today.

Aurora's "playground" is located near the shadow of where the Phalanx is docked.

She didn't know that although this place seemed secluded, it actually held a secret. If she wasn't careful, she might be spotted by the eyes hidden on the high observation deck of the Phalanx.

But the Primarch was immersed in the joy of the moment.

The azure feather pen was like a lively elf, inserted in her frosty white hair. It swayed lightly with her movements, emitting a subtle and charming blue light, adding a unique touch of beauty to her cold temperament.

At this moment, Aurora was standing on a rough wooden board. This simple "sled" was speeding across the surface of ice and snow, leaving eye-catching scratches.

However, there was no expression of satisfaction on the Primarch's face. Instead, her brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes.

Obviously, this speed and this level of excitement are far from enough.

She leaned forward slightly, tapped the back end of the board with her toes, and used the wind to speed up her progress again.

The cold wind howled into her collar and snow lashed her face, but the Primarch paid no attention.

After having a great time, Aurora finally felt tired. She controlled the wooden board under her feet to slow down slowly, and finally stopped next to an olive-shaped object carefully cast from steel.

The steel olive stood quietly in the wind and snow, exuding a cold and unique metallic texture.

The feathers shimmered a pale blue against the Primarch's hair.

The original body looked up and saw that the guardrails surrounding it were as crystal clear as crystal under the caress of the wind and snow. The snowflakes slowly falling from the sky piled up on the guardrails one by one, as if wrapping it with a layer of sweet and tempting sugar coating, exuding a unique charm that is hard to resist.

Aurora was stunned at first, then shook her head subconsciously, thinking to herself:

"How could I have such a ridiculous idea?"

But the thought in my mind seemed to have taken root and could not be shaken off.

She couldn't help but take another look at the snow-covered guardrail. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that it was full of food temptation, as if she could taste the sweetest taste in the world just by taking a bite.

At this moment, a voice seemed to emerge from the depths of her heart, constantly echoing in her mind, bewitching her:

"Just take a lick, just one."

As if possessed by a ghost, Aurora actually obeyed this inexplicable command, slowly extended her crystal pink tongue, and gently licked the guardrail.

Who would have thought that although this is a high-tech product of the golden age of mankind, it is extremely strong and can avoid many unexpected situations, even the saliva of the original body cannot melt it easily.

Extreme cold meets extreme cold.

Aurora licked it and her tongue was stuck there firmly.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she could only stand there awkwardly and helplessly.

On the observation deck high above the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn stood quietly, just in time to take in the entire dramatic scene.

His originally stern and resolute face relaxed slightly at this moment because of the funny and cute scene before him. The corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up, and his face, which was usually as serious as a rock, actually broke into a rare smile.

Even the Primarch, nicknamed "Stone", couldn't help himself when he saw Aurora's embarrassment and the funny episode that followed.

At the same time, in the mysterious and magnificent Crystal Palace, when the Lord of Change saw Aurora's "masterpiece" through a special way, he was stunned for a moment, and then he could no longer control himself.

Even if this work was initiated by Him.

But the laughter still echoed in the empty palace, as if even the surrounding sparkling crystals were infected by the joyful atmosphere, and the reflected light became brighter.

Aurora leaned over with her tongue stuck to the railing, her bright eyes looking around. Everywhere she looked was a silver-white world, and her ears were filled with the rustling sound of wind and snow.

In order not to hurt her private tongue and to get away quickly, the Primarch came up with a solution.

She slowly opened her mouth, stretched out her white and neat teeth towards the railing, and then bit down without hesitation.

Although this railing is a masterpiece from the Golden Age, made of the toughest materials at the time, it still stands firmly here after years of baptism.

But it couldn't withstand the powerful bite of the original body.

With a crisp "click", the center section of the railing, the part that Aurora had licked before, was bitten off by her and fell directly into her mouth.

Aurora stood up, as if she didn't realize how amazing she had done. She kept stirring the railing in her mouth, and crystal saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

It gathered into a small drop at the chin, dangling precariously. The look was both childishly innocent and indescribably funny.

Standing on the observation deck, Rog Dorn saw all of Aurora's astonishing actions.

He was stunned for a long moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly I felt that if I really threw her alone into the complex and cruel environment of the Great Expedition, it would be too difficult for her.

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Chapter 146 My silly brother!

"for you."

Aurora reached out and handed the feather pen that she had worn in her hair and which still had some of her body temperature to Lareo.

"Aren't you going to play anymore?"

Lareo looked up, a little surprised. The moment his fingers lightly touched the quill, his thoughts drifted away.

This feather pen was given to her by Leila. Every time she saw it, she felt an indescribable love in her heart.

What’s even more amazing is that when I use it to correct articles, it seems as if my thoughts are sorted out smoothly, my writing becomes fluent, and my brain works exceptionally efficiently.

"No more playing." Aurora shook her head slightly.

"When are we leaving?"

Aurora's voice broke the brief silence, with a hint of urgency.

"what!"

Lario seemed surprised by the question, his mouth slightly open, and he was stunned for a moment.

Having just gone to great lengths to persuade the straightforward Rogdorn, Aurora wanted to leave so soon after playing around downstairs.