Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

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Terra's government department.

The staff here are extremely busy. They devote themselves to their work and almost forget to eat and sleep.

Yuanming hummed a happy tune softly and stepped briskly into the office.

Colleagues in the department stood up and stood on both sides of him, welcoming his arrival in an almost ceremonial manner.

Machado, a colleague who was half a level higher than him, even opened the office door for him personally, his face full of friendliness and respect.

This is where Yuanming and Machado work together, a space filled with collaboration and tacit understanding. Yuanming smiled and nodded to Machado, saying a brief and cordial "Good morning, Machado." Then, he naturally walked to his workstation and began his workday.

In such an environment, Yuanming felt extremely comfortable and at ease.

This is where he and Machado work together.

Due to his outstanding talents and significant achievements in the field of shipbuilding, Yuanming has now been promoted by the king to the high position of Deputy Prime Minister, which is essentially the same as Makadu, but actually still a level lower than him.

But to him, this is just a right. Only ignorant people would truly regard rights as everything.

Now is the pinnacle of his personal honor, and he feels extremely honored and proud of everything he has.

Moreover, the Regent has already begun planning to build up her own power. She has used me as the tip of a sharp sword, deeply inserted into the core of the Emperor's camp.

This premeditation gave me a sense of foreboding, as if that day had already been foreshadowed in the trajectory of fate.

After the glorious victory of the Great Crusade, Malcador and others, and even the Emperor himself, would become victims of the King's ideals.

Thinking of this, he buried his head in his desk, and documents flowed and were processed in his hands. Gradually, the processed documents piled up like a mountain, as if they were the embodiment of his thoughts.

This is just the beginning. I will probably need to process dozens more mountains of such documents before I can complete today's work.

Despite the heavy workload, his brain remained focused and efficient. The king's trust could not be betrayed. If one day he could not serve the king, that would be real hell!

Machado sat in front of him with a warm smile on his face, leisurely sipping his coffee and looking gently at his new colleague.

They were buried in their desks, processing documents attentively, which invisibly relieved a lot of his pressure.

Watching Yuanming lifting weights for him, this scene made him deeply grateful to the Regent.

Chapter 19: Changes in the Protoplasm Embryo

Makado looked at the document Yuanming had reviewed and thought to himself that he needed some guidance.

"Yuanming, you can't do this," he said earnestly. "We must avoid focusing too much on achieving results and ignoring the subsequent consequences of our actions."

"We must not only focus on immediate results, but also consider the long-term impact and sustainability. Remember, prudent and thorough considerations are the keys to success."

"Okay, Senior Malcador, I understand what you mean. I will be careful to avoid it." Yuanming thought to himself. He was certainly aware of the potential consequences of his actions.

The reason he did this was actually to try to please someone so that this person could see with his own eyes the joy brought by his achievements.

But in Yuanming's heart, he began to weigh how to make the other person feel happy while ensuring that his actions would not bring about adverse consequences.

"Senior, do you know why the King has assigned me to assist you?" Yuanming asked with a hint of curiosity and a premonition. His eyes flickered with anticipation, hoping to get an answer from Malcador. What does the King think of me?

Except for his king and compatriots, the joys, sorrows, anger, and even life and death of anyone in the world seemed to not cause a ripple in his heart.

Especially the smiles that the king accidentally revealed, those heartwarming moments, to him, were not even a little bit as important as the joy of the person in his heart.

"The King says you are energetic, organized, and clear in your approach to matters, never making any mistakes. Your artistic abilities are also exceptional," Malcador said slowly, his tone tinged with approval. "But I'm a little surprised that you've made a mistake so soon after your arrival."

"Don't worry, senior, I will definitely correct it." Yuanming assured Malcador sincerely, his eyes revealing firmness and determination. He had made up his mind to make up for his previous mistakes and prove himself with even better performance.

He can't make any mistakes.

Macador sat leisurely at his desk, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

His eyes fell on Yuanming, who was concentrating on the dozens of documents piled up like a mountain. Yuanming had just finished correcting them, and because of Makado's words, he revised them again carefully, fearing that he would miss any details.

Malcador was very pleased with Yuanming's serious attitude and professional ability, and he also felt the emperor's happiness at that time. He believed that this young man would shine in the future and become his indispensable right-hand man.

The Emperor paced the room, his brow revealing an unconcealable boredom. His gaze lingered between the incubators, each one a reflection of his ambition and a treasure of the Empire.

He brings fire to a race that was destined to perish, but the eyes of the gods will also be on this race.

He saw those shadows, those longing eyes, as if countless souls ignited by desire were forcibly condensed together and flickered in the darkness.

The gods have long been watching from the dark sky.

At that time, cunning humans cleverly blinded their eyes.

With his unparalleled strength and cunning tongue, he tricked the gods into giving him the wealth and treasures they had accumulated over a long period of time, and finally all these precious treasures were in his pocket.

The Emperor thought back to the carefully orchestrated deal he had made on Moro, and he had succeeded.

He gained for himself enough power to create twenty of the strongest assistants.

They will lead humanity back to its former glory.

In the genetic laboratory, the embryo of the original gene has been completed.

"What should we do with those Thunder Warriors?" Xi asked the Emperor, and Alma beside her also looked at the Emperor.

It is really puzzling that she shows concern for the Thunder Warriors when the work has been completed in the embryo based on the Primarch. Does she really love her offspring?

As the Emperor thought this, the Lady Astartes looked towards him, hoping for an answer.

"I plan to transform those Thunder Warriors into more stable Astartes warriors. This transformation will ensure they are more reliable on the battlefield and contribute more to the future Great Crusade." The Emperor's tone was calm and resolute. "As for those warriors who have become stable but refuse to be transformed, I will choose to let them go and let them fend for themselves on the outskirts of the Imperial Palace.

"As for those warriors who are on the brink of destruction and can no longer be saved, I will personally execute them to prevent them from becoming a burden to the empire."

"Yeah, okay," Xi responded calmly, "Tell me about the children."

The Emperor was about to speak, telling her of his hopes and plans for the child, but Alma beat him to it, "Your Majesty, Emperor, regarding these twenty Primarchs, Primarchs Two and Eleven have undergone abnormal mutations, and both have female bodies."

"Compared to other Primarchs, the proportion of your genes in their genes varies, and therefore their gender characteristics are diverse."

"As for the special cases of Primarchs No. 2 and No. 11, the proportion of the King's genes in their genes is too high, exceeding the critical value of 50%. This is the fundamental reason I speculate for their female body shapes."

"It doesn't matter. Gender is not a problem." Xi's tone was calm and profound, and he didn't seem to care about the gender difference.

"Original Body No. 11 has undergone some kind of mutation. Her body has actually split into three." Alma's voice was filled with shock and confusion. Such a change was rare and beyond her expectations.

Xi frowned slightly upon hearing this, but then regained her composure. She knew full well that in experiments with Primarchs, there would always be some unforeseen variables.

These variables often hide unknown forces and possibilities.

"Three bodies?" The Emperor pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly, "This may be an unexpected gain. Continue to observe her changes and see if these three bodies each possess unique abilities and advantages. If possible, try to cultivate them into new combat forces for the Empire."

"..." Xi was silent, but her heart was as clear as a mirror. She knew very well the emperor's temperament and style of doing things, which were always so deep and complex.

He harbors deep concern and love for his offspring, whether they are Thunder Warriors or these Primarchs. However, in front of others or in front of his offspring, his words are often contrary to his true thoughts.

Chapter 20 The Emperor's "disease" strikes again

"Tell me, what are your plans for them? How will you arrange them?" The Primarch's mother asked with a hint of curiosity and expectation. Her eyes wandered between the Emperor and Alma, as if looking for an answer.

She was curious to know what abilities and potential these Primarchs possessed.

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly. His eyes were deep and complex, as if he was thinking about an important decision.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "My plans for them are based on considerations of the future and a grasp of the overall situation."

"Each of them is a link in the vast system of the empire, and their fate and future are closely linked to that of humanity."

He paused, his gaze becoming firm and powerful. "I will arrange the most suitable positions and tasks for them based on their abilities, personalities, and potential."

"Let them maximize their value in their respective fields, while also jointly promoting the progress and development of the human empire system.

"At the same time, I will also focus on cultivating their team spirit and sense of cooperation, so that they understand that only by unity can we overcome all difficulties and challenges."

Alma listened quietly, her eyes moving back and forth between the Emperor and the Primarch's mother, as if wondering whether the Emperor's words were true or not.

She didn't want these children to be used as tools by the Emperor.

"Despite all the nonsense you just said, we all know that you've been fooled by Malcador's political rhetoric lately." Xi nodded slightly, expressing her recognition and respect for the Emperor, but then changed the subject: "However, your plans are very far-sighted. I believe that under your leadership, the children will achieve even greater success."

Such a cursory compliment made the Lord of Mankind puff out his chest, he loved this rare moment of being recognized by his rival, friend, and the one who thought he was his father.

Seeing his performance, the Primarch's mother also smiled. She looked at the Emperor, her eyes full of trust and expectation: "I believe in your judgment and decision-making, and I believe that you will create a better future for them."

At this moment, the atmosphere between the three of them became harmonious and friendly. They seemed to have reached a tacit understanding and consensus, and were looking forward to the future together.

"Tell me what arrangements have been made for them, and what positions will be given to them in the Empire?" The Primarch's mother fixed her eyes on the Emperor with a hint of anticipation and seriousness. The answer to this question was of vital importance to her, as a politician.

The Emperor nodded slightly, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. He slowly spoke, "I have made careful considerations and arrangements for these children. Each of them possesses unique talents and potential. I will tailor the most suitable positions for them based on their expertise and characteristics."

The Emperor came to the First Primarch's incubator and said: "Number One will be my 'black glove'. He will represent my rationality and carry out tasks that I am unable to perform, or that come from the unknown darkness of the Empire."

"Hmm, sounds like a cold and efficient executor." She looked at Alma, who nodded.

After all, the deep concern for those children revealed in Alma's eyes was too strong to conceal, and she was afraid that the Emperor would really regard the Primarch as a cold tool.

Alma was overly worried that certain beings would take advantage of the situation and do something with adverse consequences. Therefore, the Emperor let Alma stay by his side and listen to his plans for the Primarch to reassure her.

The Emperor turned his gaze towards the Second Primarch. "Number Two is the Primarch I have chosen to inherit the Empire. She possesses great charisma and affinity, capable of uniting the people and leading the Empire to new glory." "She is very much like you." The Emperor did not utter these words.

Xi's fingers were gently stroking her forehead, with an expression of helplessness and speechlessness on her face.

The "disease" came back again - that weird habit of having a special liking for Yue Yi; Tsubasa Suzaki-like Sogo? (Six) Meal Replacement.

What made her even more helpless was that he was imitating me.

The Emperor spoke faster, fearing that something might be revealed. He spoke anxiously, "Number Three will rely on his extraordinary charisma and persuasiveness. This advantage will make him a potential diplomat or propagandist for the Empire, winning more human allies for the Empire and appeasing the people."

"Yeah." Xi didn't want to talk, but Alma was very happy.

As the Emperor passed by Xi, he studiously avoided her gaze, feeling a little overwhelmed, not wanting to look directly into her full eyes. His body stiffened slightly as he stood before the Fourth Primarch's incubator, his gaze deep and focused.

"Number Four," the Emperor spoke slowly, his emotions calming down, and there was a barely perceptible tenderness and expectation in his voice.

“He will demonstrate extraordinary talent for architecture and innovation, becoming a true artist.

"If your retainers fail to improve the empire to perfection, then after the Fourth you may be responsible for the planning and construction of the empire's cities and facilities."

Chapter 21 The ability of the original body

"Well, the task I gave them is to work on improving Terra's environment and cleaning and repairing the war-torn land as much as possible. At the same time, they really need something meaningful to do. It's annoying to see them standing there all the time."

The Emperor stopped in front of the Fifth Primarch's incubator and said, "He possesses extraordinary foresight and insight, able to see through the essence of things. He will provide valuable guidance and assistance in the pursuit of truth."

Ah, I’m speechless. Can you still listen to others’ advice?

Wasn't this Primarch designed to fight against you?

Alma stood silently beside them, without saying a word, as if she was quietly observing everything around her. She had already received her answer.

The Emperor's gaze was fixed on the Sixth Primarch's incubator, his eyes gleaming with endless expectation and trust. "Number Six will serve as a general and assistant, responsible for maintaining the Empire's military order, preventing rebellion, and ensuring the Empire's security."

"It seems you believe in the prophecy." Xi said.

"We all know that the prophecy shows that half of my descendants will eventually betray me, but even so, I must face it calmly. And he will be my sword to quell the rebellion in other legions." The Emperor's words revealed determination.

He passed the Seventh Primarch's incubation chamber, and they followed him. "Number Seven will become the Emperor's personal guard with his powerful maintenance and repair abilities, ensuring the safety of the Imperial Palace."

"The Emperor's guard, that's great, I just hope his armor isn't golden." Xi was tired of the golden color, after all, everything around the palace was golden.

The Emperor looked towards the Eighth Primarch's incubator, his gaze filled with anticipation. "Number Eight will be the embodiment of law and justice. He will be responsible for formulating and enforcing the laws of the Imperium, maintaining social justice and order."

The Emperor said, "And the Ninth Primarch, his Legion will be the sharp edge of the Imperium, very skilled in special operations, able to quickly eliminate important enemy targets."

But Xi accurately summarized the characteristics of this Primarch and the Legion, "But he is not stable."

"In the Warp, nothing is truly stable," the Emperor responded calmly.

Xi turned to look at Alma, with hope in her eyes: "Can you improve the genetic disease of this legion?"

Alma nodded slightly: "You can try it."

The Emperor simply explained the situation of Number Ten: "Number Ten will have great abilities in forging and manufacturing weapons, and will provide the Empire with advanced weaponry."

The two people behind him didn't say much, just followed his footsteps silently and continued forward.

The Emperor looked at Eleven's incubator, his face revealing a deep sense of regret and remorse, as if silently sighing over some unfulfilled wish: "In my conception, Eleven wields powerful psychic powers and political means to consolidate the Empire and ensure its stability and prosperity. But now..."

"Maybe his changes are moving in a good direction?" Xi comforted him and asked him to relax. However, as she listened to the Emperor's introduction, the figure of Malcador emerged in her mind. This was simply a replica of Malcador.

Fortunately, she had a mutation, otherwise the Emperor might really have regarded her as a substitute for Malcador, which would have been really...

He emphasized the importance of Incubation Chamber No. 12 in front of Xi and Alma: "And No. 12, he will be trained to become an outstanding psychotherapist and physician. He will shoulder the responsibility of treating the psychological trauma of other Primarchs and soldiers, and ensure that the morale of the army is always high."

"Number 12 seems to be really important." There was a rare hint of solemnity in Xi's words, and a serious expression appeared on her face.

She couldn't help but think of the green and purple figures lurking in the warp, who would surely covet this child.

The Emperor did not respond directly to her words, but continued to introduce: "Thirteen possesses multi-threaded abilities and powerful rage. He can inflict massive damage to the enemy on multiple fronts on the battlefield simultaneously. He is an indispensable force in every Legion."