Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

She couldn't help but secretly complain: Isn't this snow charming and fun?

"When will you finish repairing the Mountain Phalanx? I want to leave."

Aurora recalled the scene just now and felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart.

As the original body, she always felt that there were eyes hidden in the dark, staring at her when she was in the snow. She acted impulsively... and she even suspected that someone was watching her.

She just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.

"Just two more days!"

Lareo replied absentmindedly.

"Okay." Aurora nodded slightly, her expression regaining some calmness.

Lareo's situation won't be over anytime soon, and she looks like a complete nympho in the Xiushan Array, almost drooling.

Every time she saw the complex yet exquisite structure of the Phalanx, a fiery light would burn in her eyes. She could draw detailed graphic drawings unique to the Phalanx, and studied it repeatedly. Now she had already memorized it and could even draw it accurately. The only thing missing was that the Phalanx was her own.

The same is true for the great sages of the Mechanicus.

They surrounded the Mountain Phalanx, their eyes filled with greed and obsession. Every time they performed repairs, they were so cautious and impatient, as if they were treating a rare treasure.

At the critical moment of maintenance, the oil pipes of the lower bodies of several great sages suddenly leaked oil, and the pungent smell spread instantly, but they seemed not to hear it and did not move their eyes away from the Mountain Array.

Of course, the other great sages were not much better. Almost all of them were jumping back and forth between concentration and loss of composure, just to complete the repair of the mountain formation as soon as possible.

During the days of researching the Phalanx, every day was filled to the brim, as fulfilling as a compressed ammunition bag.

The Primarch believed that since the Mountain Array could not belong to her, she had to leave a special mark that belonged to her, just like a beast leaving claw marks on the edge of its territory to declare its sovereignty.

However, this little trick could not escape the eyes of the owner of this place.

"Don't paint the parts white."

Rogaldorn felt exhausted recently, as if he had lost his temper because of a group of naughty children.

Those Mechanicus oil men were busy around the Phalanx all day long, and every time they left, they left a pool of black, sticky oil on the ground, which was extremely troublesome to clean up.

I thought Aurora's sister was already enough of a headache.

Unexpectedly, Lario was also restless during the repair process.

"But this part is originally white." A trace of subtle panic flashed across Lareo's face, but it disappeared in an instant. He immediately regained his composure and continued the installation work at hand with a thick face. He even deliberately quickened the movement of his fingers in an attempt to get away with it.

She knew in her heart that she just wanted to give the Phalanx more elements that belonged to her preferences. White was so clean and pure, just like the untainted snow on the top of a snowy mountain.

"The white paint under your feet is already exposed, and this is already the 1,300th barrel. Painting the parts white is completely useless. You're just adding unnecessary layers."

Rogal Dorn's brows were furrowed, and the seriousness on his face was like the surface of a frozen lake in winter, without a single crack.

Inwit's Stone thought in his mind that the materials consumed for Lareo's "White Project" these days have almost piled up into a mountain. This is a huge waste in wartime, and she must not be allowed to continue to act recklessly.

"But this part is originally white."

Lario raised his chin slightly and spoke slowly, trying to break the solemn atmosphere.

He gently tapped the controversial part with his finger, as if showing it a rare treasure.

"Look, the texture and color of this material naturally have a pure white quality. I simply followed its original appearance and slightly repaired and restored it. How can it be considered as unauthorized alteration?"

As she spoke, she deliberately turned sideways and gently used her toes to move the conspicuous white paint under her feet, trying to cover it up. Her movements were natural and smooth, as if all this was just a misunderstanding. With a nonchalant smile on her face, she continued with the installation at hand, as if she was sure that her explanation was impeccable.

"My dear, you must understand the current situation. You have no idea how much urgently needed weapon parts these 1,300 barrels of white paint can buy, and how many critical repairs the Phalanx can handle."

Although Dorn's voice was emotionless, it was full of accusations that Lareo was ignoring the overall situation and wasting resources recklessly.

"You don't understand this. You're an outsider, so don't be here and give orders to the experts."

In the interval between Rogdorn's rapid-fire words, Lario's mind was working rapidly, and he had already figured out a set of seemingly reasonable excuses.

"I do this in a very clever way."

She gently shook the tool in her hand. "This machine spirit likes me to paint the parts white. Every time I install a white part, the Phalanx's machine spirit is delighted. If you don't believe me, you can go ask the Archsages of the Mechanicus to see if the machine spirit is happy now."

Rogal Dorn frowned and was slightly stunned. Doesn’t the Emperor support the Imperial Truth?

Machine Spirit? Does it really exist?

After a moment: "Okay, I will ask them to verify it. If I am wrong, I will apologize to you in person."

After saying this, Rogal Dorn turned and walked away with big strides, each step filled with doubt. The dull sound of his boots hitting the ground echoed for a long time.

Lario looked at his back, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

My silly brother! The Phalanx is now in the center stage, so it will definitely be happy!

I await your apology.

PS: Rog Dorn is a very straightforward person. Right is right, wrong is wrong, family is family, and friendship is friendship.

Even if you are a brother, he will point it out to you if you are wrong.

Even Guilliman would praise Guilliman's strong governance ability.

Then he will criticize Guilliman for having second thoughts?

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Chapter 147: Guilliman's Return and Ambitiousness

When the soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion, the "Sons of War", heard that they were about to return to their Primarch, the resentment and frustration that had been suppressed in their hearts for so long finally burst out like a flood.

The days when they served under Horus and were oppressed by his selfish desires were deeply engraved in the minds of every son of war.

In their eyes, Horus was just a gangster of humble origin. What real talents or skills did he have?

In terms of wisdom, he can hardly compare with Lord Huile. Lord Huile is multi-faceted in the three aspects of genetics, machinery, and psychic power. He even created a water-purifying beast and published several editions of books that can be used as assistance on the battlefield.

Speaking of bravery, Lady Aurora's heroic presence, leading the charge and charging into battle, was evident in every fierce battle, but Horus was rarely so courageous.

Speaking of elegance, Fulgrim exudes nobility in his every move, and can intimidate everyone in any occasion. Compared to him, Horus is like a vulgar and rough man;

In terms of efficiency, Ferrus can end the war with swift and decisive action, making the enemy terrified, while Horus is slow and weak.

Even Leman Russ conquered his home planet with an iron will.

But what about Horus? If the Emperor had not first retrieved him and bestowed upon him supreme power, he would probably never have even reached the edge of his homeworld, becoming the laughingstock of his Primarchs, forever nailed to the pillar of shame for his incompetence.

Relying on the Emperor's favor, Horus commanded many legions including the "Sons of War" at will, but his battle record was dismal.

Occasionally there are a few so-called victories, but upon closer inspection, they are all built with the blood and bones of soldiers from other legions. This kind of "victory" is

In the eyes of the Sons of War, there is nothing more despicable than a crushing defeat, and it is a blasphemy against glory and sacrifice.

And the Primarch they longed for, whose return was about to come, was the hero who had fought alongside them and killed all enemies in countless dreams.

In reality, the Primarch conquered his home planet with tremendous force, and then spread his ambitions to the vast universe, making everyone submit wherever he went.

He is like the perfect embodiment of the Emperor's will to conquer. With his absolute strength and extraordinary leadership, he has become the true ruler of the world.

Every son of war firmly believed that only under the command of this Primarch could they regain their glory and embark on the glorious journey that truly belonged to them, forged with blood and courage, rather than becoming stepping stones for others under the shadow of Horus, wasting their blood and years.

They had received orders from the Emperor to journey to Macragge, to meet their Primarch and conquer the vastness of the galaxy at his command.

……

On Macragge, the XIII Legion awaited their Primarch.

Guilliman walked with steady and determined steps into the assembly area of ​​his legion.

The first sight of her made his handsome brows furrow slightly, and a trace of indescribable displeasure rose in his heart.

The soldiers in front of him all exuded a strong bellicosity.

They were huge in stature, and the numerous scars on their armor seemed to tell of bloody and violent battles, but in Guilliman's opinion, this fanaticism of conquest was a bit excessive.

With every subtle movement and every eye contact, one can sense the irresistible urge to rush out and fight. It seems that the drumbeat of war is constantly beating in their hearts, making them unable to calm down.

What shocked him even more was that occasionally, when a few soldiers were talking, they would spit at each other as if they were alone when they became a little emotional, showing their vulgarity.

This was not what he had imagined a disciplined and highly qualified army should look like.

Guilliman knew very well that if this situation was not changed, even if this legion had the courage of ten thousand men, it would be difficult to achieve great things, and it might even bring disaster to the empire due to its reckless impulsiveness.

The Primarch sighed secretly, a hint of determination flashed in his deep blue eyes. He would have to spend a lot of energy to train these Astartes warriors.

This is by no means an easy task. We need to reshape their combat concepts, make them understand the importance of strategy and restraint, and improve their civilized qualities by starting from such subtle details as their words and deeds.

So that the 13th Legion "Sons of War" can be reborn and truly become an elite force in his hands that can expand the territory and protect Macragge.

…………

The Regent stood alone in the magnificent palace chamber. The light coming through the tall carved window lattices could not dispel the gloom around her.

She paced back and forth quickly, the hems of her heavy robe making gusts of wind as she moved.

"How could the Emperor act like this!"

She finally couldn't help but growl softly, her voice full of confusion.

His usually calm and composed face was now slightly distorted by anger, and those eyes that could see through everything were now burning with rage.

The documents and parchments on her desk were scattered all over the place, and the files on the allocation of supplies to the various legions and the tax planning of the territory were particularly eye-catching in the chaos.

"Giving Guilliman such outrageous tax exemptions, allowing tax exemptions on any conquered world, does the Emperor know how much this is worth? Does he know that the webway still needs to be built beneath the Imperial Palace?"

Xi stared at the empire's global star map hanging on the wall, his eyes wandering back and forth between Ultramar and the surrounding conquered planets, as if he wanted to see through the areas marked with tax-free privileges.

Endless worries and anxieties overwhelmed her like a tide.

The Regent eagerly initiated a communication link with the Emperor.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, the Emperor's silhouette gradually became clearer, and a majestic voice followed: "What makes you happy?"

Xi looked up at the Emperor, her gaze questioning, "Do you realize how much power you've given Guilliman?"

The Emperor looked calm. He had known that Xi would come to ask him. After all, Malcador had asked him at that time, but he did not answer because it was troublesome.

Now I can only respond directly: "I know, but this is for the second plan for mankind."

Xi frowned and raised her voice: "But do you know how many worlds he owns?"

Before the emperor could speak, she spoke rapidly,

"From Macragge, within a month's voyage, Guilliman's fleet could reach a total of thirty-eight Earth-like Gaia planets, three of which had already nurtured galaxy-scale human civilizations; there were also three Forge Worlds, and astonishingly, two of them were composed almost entirely of adamantine ore, like glittering balls of rich ore."

"There are also fifty-two mining planets identified by the Mechanicus as extremely valuable for exploitation. On these planets, there is no dominant alien power or civilization hostile to humanity. The smallest obstacle, no more than ten thousand miles away, can be resolved with just three months of difficult negotiations with the generals of a certain forging planet."

"What's particularly rare is that all of these human civilizations successfully suppressed psykers during the Age of Strife, without a single instance of them losing control."

After hearing this, the emperor fell into a rare silence, secretly marveling in his heart: This child's ability is far beyond his imagination.

Seeing this, Xi struck while the iron was hot, pulling out a piece of propaganda paper from his robe sleeve and holding it before the Emperor's projection: "And your son's immigration propaganda has spread to Terra."

A dreamlike and beautiful world was painted on the paper, and four eye-catching characters "Second Terra" came into view, indicating the prosperity of the world under Guilliman's rule.

PS: I am also asking for votes today.

Chapter 148 Guilliman's Mothers

The Emperor's gaze pierced through the light and shadows, landing on the slender figure wrapped in a white robe, seething with anger. He shook his head slightly, his tone gentle yet filled with unquestionable authority:

"Don't say that, Xier, he is your son after all." A hint of helplessness quietly revealed in his words.

Now there is only this one old friend left. Most of the vivid faces in the past have disappeared in the years and wars. This one in front of me must not make any mistakes. She carries the future of the empire and is the last pillar beside this crumbling throne.

The Imperial Regent was like a tinderbox that exploded instantly:

"Okay, okay, then tell me what to do? Tax revenue isn't coming in, wars are raging across the galaxy, and the crucial Webway project is at a stalemate, progress is wrenchingly slow. Your first plan is about to fail, and yet you're still single-mindedly focused on your second. Do you even care about humanity's survival?"

His delicate face was slightly distorted by anger, and he thought to himself that he must have done something wrong in his previous life, which was why he had to deal with such a troublesome emperor in this life.

Every decision was filled with hidden secrets. Who knew what kind of "intentions" he was planning this time, turning such a good game of chess into chaos, making her, the regent, extremely busy and overwhelmed, and in a thankless position.

The Emperor leaned forward slightly and said, "I will soon reach Prospero, and it is time for Magnus to return. When he returns, I will have him lead his legions and unleash their prowess to conquer more planets and expand the Imperium's territory."

From his words, it seemed as if he had high hopes for Magnus and his legion.

The Regent was on the other end of the line. Upon hearing this, his brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character and he felt a splitting headache.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, his tone full of doubt and helplessness:

"You know Magnus is unreliable! His legion has serious genetic defects, which are like time bombs that could hinder us in crucial battles at any time."

"Furthermore, Magnus himself has been bewitched by the evil god, his mind wavering. How could you entrust him with such a heavy responsibility? Instead of contemplating sending him on a conquest, you should consider reclaiming the power you granted Guilliman, forcing him to pay the taxes he owes and stabilize the Empire's financial foundations."

At this moment, Xi was full of worries about the emperor's decision, and felt that this crumbling empire could not withstand any more turmoil.