Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Those sons of the White King, even those like Moder who were being punished, extremely bloodthirsty, and usually the most unruly, would instantly unite against the enemy.

The White King's sons countered, "It was Mother who pulled us back from the abyss of death. Every achievement we have made is inseparable from Mother's guidance and protection! All the honors the Legion has won should be dedicated to the great Primarch without reservation!"

"These are the war exploits achieved by the Primarch."

"Mother does not need to step onto the battlefield. Her offspring will offer her the greatest glory and military exploits."

His words were full of sincerity and respect for his mother.

For recalled the scene at that time. Those wild wolves who spoke wildly had no idea what kind of tragic consequences they were about to face.

As soon as we saw that something was wrong, we immediately provided them with a complete professional medical team of the highest standard.

As soon as the battle was over, as soon as a wolf fell, medical staff rushed over as quickly as lightning.

Advanced medical equipment was activated one after another, gene repair drugs were accurately injected, and nano-suture robots worked at high speed. In the blink of an eye, the seriously injured and dying wolf was pulled back from the brink of death.

But before they could recover, the horn of the next wave of battle had already sounded. They had no choice but to force themselves to join the battle again with their exhausted and newly repaired bodies.

If Lord Leman Russ had not used his supreme prestige and overwhelming strength to control the situation, those wild wolves would have lost their lives here, trapped in this endless cycle of battle forever, becoming punching bags for all the sons of the White King in the arena.

…………Japanese Yi-chong《Jiu6 San-emu》

In Invit, the Phalanx had been repaired and the two Primarchs had returned.

Aurora was looking forward to leaving early in her heart. Every minute and every second here was extremely tormenting to her, and she wished she could spread her wings and fly back to her own territory immediately.

The days spent with her sisters seemed like a long torture to her.

The sisters' styles of doing things and ways of thinking are very different from hers, and there are constant frictions in their daily interactions.

Especially every time they discussed something, the sisters' chattering and lengthy discussion style made the impatient Aurora very annoyed.

Therefore, she secretly urged herself every day to find a way to leave this place, return to the familiar environment, and regain her own rhythm.

However, just as everyone was preparing to set off, an unexpected scene occurred.

"You're right. Applying paint to parts will indeed make the machine spirit... Dayue. I've confirmed this with the Archsage of the Mechanicus. I'm here to see you off and to apologize to you, Leila."

Dorne, who is usually as strong as a rock and never bows his head easily, actually bowed to the sister beside him with a sincere look on his face to apologize.

Invert Stone's broad and thick back was slightly bent, like moving a towering mountain. Every movement seemed a little stiff. Obviously, it was extremely rare for him to lower his posture like this.

You must know that all the Primarchs have always been arrogant and tough. They rarely change their minds about things. When they disagree with others, they often argue with reason and refuse to give in.

At this moment, because of some disagreements, she took the initiative to break her own principles and apologize to me, her sister.

This scene was like dropping a blockbuster bomb on a calm lake, instantly causing a huge wave.

The original Aurora was stunned on the spot, her eyes wide open, her mouth unconsciously slightly open, she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

In her eyes, Dorn was the kind of person who would stubbornly persist even if he was wrong, but now she witnessed him admitting his mistakes so humbly. The contrast was so great that her mind went blank for a moment, and her heart was filled with shock and confusion.

"I've forgiven you, Stone."

Lareo raised her chin slightly. At this moment, she was like a swan swimming gracefully and proudly on the lake. There was a hint of the pride of a benefactor in her eyes, and her tone was as if she was standing on the top of the world, overlooking all living beings and granting them forgiveness.

"I am Rogal Dorn, not Stone. I have a name, don't give me a nickname, and Aurora."

Rog Dorn had just been forgiven by his sisters and slowly straightened his back, which was as strong as steel. He was tall and burly, standing like a mountain. At this moment, he looked down at Hui Le, with a hint of helplessness after being mistaken on his stern face, and corrected her in a low and powerful voice.

Then, he turned his gaze to Aurora, the expression in his eyes was complex and difficult to discern, a hint of approval, but also a hint of dissatisfaction:

"Although your presence here didn't play any crucial role, at least you didn't cause any more trouble. I'm still relieved that you came all the way from Terra to help me, even if it didn't actually help at all."

Aurora stood aside and listened to this, and her heart suddenly became furious.

My goodness, even though he is about to leave, Dorne is still so stubborn and rigid, and can't say a single nice word.

Her originally beautiful face turned cold in an instant. Like Dorn, she looked like she was wearing an expressionless mask and stood there like a wooden sculpture.

In fact, she had already been fantasizing wildly in her mind, imagining herself rushing forward, and at the moment of parting, grabbing Dorn's mouth with both hands, tearing that unforgiving mouth apart like tearing old cloth, so as to prevent him from saying any more irritating words.

But reason told her that they were all well-known primarchs, and if they really did that, they would become the laughing stock of the entire legion in the future. She could only suppress her anger, and her huge chest, which could not be covered by clothes, rose and fell violently.

The air around seemed to be frozen by the sudden awkwardness and tension.

But Rogal Dorn was completely unaware.

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Chapter 154: Guilliman Teaches You How to Break Your Brother’s Defense

Vulkan, who was far away on Nocturne, was concentrating on the affairs of the forge when he received two emails from his blood relatives.

A letter from Commander Hui Le, the son of the White King. When he opened the package, he saw a detailed anatomical diagram of the alien Eldar.

It shows in detail the unique physiological structure of the Eldar, Dark Lords and Savage Eldar, and the annotations next to them explain their habits in detail, just like the careful teaching of a senior scholar.

Also sent along was a booklet filled with analyses of common Eldar weapons, covering everything from the principles of common weapons to the control of firing frequency of psychic firearms.

Vulkan unfolded the booklet, glanced at it, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. This burly man, who was considered a giant among the Primarchs, had bright eyes that contrasted beautifully with his dark face, and was full of joy.

But when he opened the letter from Guilliman, his good mood was as fragile as bubbles.

First, a copy of "The Astartes Festival" carefully compiled by Guilliman fell heavily in his hands. Before he could read it, a letter attracted his attention.

After reading the letter, a trace of helplessness quietly crept over Vulkan's honest and kind face, and the joy that originally came from the sister's email disappeared in an instant.

In the letter, Guilliman wrote about the trivialities of his childhood, including the strict teachings of his adoptive father, King Konor, and the gentle care of his adoptive mother, Lady Euden, every little detail.

He also mentioned the rich resources of the planets when he conquered them, and his words were full of boasting.

What gave Vulkan the most headache was the request at the end of the letter for his advice on the management of the Codex Astartes. The writing was quite demanding, requiring both attention to detail and a comprehensive perspective.

Vulkan sighed softly. Now the kind and honest Primarch was always thinking about the rumors circulating.

"Guilliman the Ambitious"

He could read from the letter that there were indeed great signs.

Medusa, who was far away in Gorgon, had veins on her face bulging instantly when she saw Guilliman's email, as if angry little snakes were twisting under her skin.

His eyes widened as he stared at the letter, and he roared, "What on earth does this mean, Guilliman? Is he mocking my incompetence in managing the Legion, or making fun of my miserable childhood as a Gorgon?"

The ruler of the Iron Hand clenched his fists at this moment, and his steel-like fingers were kneaded together fiercely, making a creaking sound, as if he wanted to rub all the resentment in his heart into his palms.

His legion had just undergone a major transformation, and his descendants were drastically adjusted. Those soldiers who made mistakes were all incorporated into the vanguard troops and pushed to the forefront of the battlefield.

In his opinion, one must pay the price for making mistakes, and making them charge forward in the hail of bullets, leaving their life and death to fate, can be considered a punishment.

But Guilliman's letter was like a sharp blade, piercing Medusa's sore spot.

The words in the letter revealed a condescending sense of superiority between the lines, as if a proud son who was born at the top of the world and enjoyed all the glory was wantonly mocking him, a poor man who had struggled from the bottom, had no one to rely on, and was regarded as a barbarian.

The letter was full of details and comprehensive analysis. Every word was like an arrow dipped in poison, piercing deeply into Medusa's heart, making his anger burn like a raging flame, growing more and more intense, almost burning his sanity to ashes.

…………

And Fulgrim also could not escape this "email storm".

On weekdays, his every move was elegant, and good etiquette was ingrained in his bones. But when he opened the letter from Guilliman, that gentle appearance was instantly shattered and he could no longer hold it together.

Reading the letter, he seemed to see a child who was raised with great difficulty by slave laborers in the past and could only struggle at the bottom of society.

Guilliman, who wrote this letter, was like a high and mighty Roman lord, wearing a mask of objectivity and rationality, and talking about how he naturally became the master of the planet.

He possesses endless resources, and he only needs to wander around his own planet to get countless materials and fruitful results. He speaks in a nonchalant tone, as if all this is taken for granted.

When he glanced at the end of the letter, which mentioned that the etiquette chapter of the Codex Astartes borrowed from his Imperial Etiquette and hypocritically hoped that he would not blame him, Fulgrim's inner anger was ignited and erupted completely.

He felt that Guilliman was simply a "successful old man" who reaped the fruits of his hard work with peace of mind, compiled them into a book and published it, and then said this in a nonchalant way, euphemistically calling it "for the Legion."

Fulgrim clutched the letter tightly, his hands shaking with anger, his face turning pale and red, his heart filled with frustration and anger at being "backstabbed" by his brother - all his years of self-control disappeared at this moment.

"What does Guilliman mean?"

Aurora had just returned to her residence from Terra, and before she could catch her breath, an email from Guilliman filled her with confusion.

After opening the letter, Guilliman began by recounting his childhood in detail.

To Aurora, those were just ordinary trivialities of a rich kid, but between the lines there was a sense of boasting, as if an old Roman man was proudly showing off his wealth in front of Princess Terra.

This made Aurora complain inwardly: What is there to show off?

After all, she didn't think the worst of her brother, and she laughed off the rumors of land grants, thinking that Guilliman just wanted to share his experiences and get closer to his blood relative.

The letter contained a long paragraph sharply pointing out the various flaws in the tactics in her book "The Art of War", from loopholes in troop deployment to deviations in timing, without omission, and also listed the areas that needed to be corrected. The words were straightforward and merciless.

At the end of the letter, Guilliman attached his newly written book, Qi (er) (san) Liu Si (qi) Shaan, and asked her for suggestions, requiring complete details and diverse perspectives.

Aurora held the letter in her hand, frowning, feeling both annoyed and helpless. She was annoyed at Guilliman's blunt criticism, yet helpless that she had to patiently deal with the follow-up matters. She was caught in a dilemma.

…………

Horus opened the letter from Guilliman, and his face instantly became so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

The words in the letter were like poisoned arrows, piercing his heart.

In Horus's eyes, Guilliman's seemingly casual descriptions were undoubtedly mocking his background, as if saying that when he was young he was just a gangster who hung out on the streets, collected protection fees all day long, and ran around various blocks to make money, with no dignity or honor at all.

What made Horus even more furious was that Guilliman's letter hinted implicitly and implicitly that he was the first among the Primarchs.

The sense of superiority between the lines was like a mountain, weighing heavily on Horus' heart.

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Chapter 155 Guaranteed Profit and Suspicion

In the chaotic turmoil of the Warp, a small bird, shimmering with faint blue light, fluttered its wings and hovered in front of a towering, tangled tree. Its eyes flickered with a strange light, and it spoke in a shrill voice:

"How about a deal? I offer everything Magnus possesses: his legions, his knowledge, his power, even his children. All in exchange for the Eleventh Primarch. After all, her future is already firmly entangled in the threads of fate, and its trajectory is difficult to change. For you and me, this is undoubtedly a fair trade."

Magnus, the being who once caused a stir in the Warp, has been found by the Emperor.

But now his performance made Jianqi full of regret and disappointment.

In the past, no matter what message Tzeentch conveyed or what illusions he wove, Magnus believed them all, like a devout believer chasing the only light of faith.

But as time passed, he gradually learned to question himself, his heart was shrouded in the haze of suspicion, and he was no longer the puppet who obeyed the orders of the treacherous lord.

To make matters worse, he was now being stared at by Slaanesh's greedy and lustful gaze.

Slaanesh is not only targeting Magnus himself, but also the souls and powers that have been contaminated and bewitched by him, just like a pure jade being splashed by dirty mud.

Tzeentch weighed the pros and cons again and again, and came up with a new idea in his mind: it would be better to use Magnus and the legion behind him as bargaining chips to exchange for the eleventh Primarch.

After all, the potential and value of the Eleventh Primarch are enough to make Tzeentch's mortal enemy jealous and almost crazy.

As long as he could bring her under his wing, he would be able to face the future struggle for supremacy in this chaotic and disordered subspace with a smile, even if the plan failed in the end.

"No." A voice came from the giant tree.

Xi, who was reviewing documents in the palace, had a look of disgust on her face. She was really impressed. In her eyes, Magnus had been traded so many times that he had almost become a "third-hand product". His condition was poor and his value was greatly reduced.

If all else fails, you can just use the returning Magnus as a toilet lid or a plug, which can still be of some use. Even with that, you still want to change to the eleventh Primarch?

When did your value increase so much?

After a pause, Xi came up with a brilliant idea. Through the lush branches of the towering, white tree that was slightly swaying, the newly proposed deal was conveyed in the flickering light and shadow.

"Well, I have a deal that I think might interest you. I'll trade you parts of the Fourteenth Primarch for the Thousand Sons Legion. What do you think?"

"What good would it be if I got the Fourteenth Primarch's part?"

The big blue bird was speechless when he heard this. He had originally wanted to treat the other party as a fool and take advantage of him in the transaction, just like exchanging a stubborn stone for a beautiful jade for gold.

However, he did not expect that the other party was also good at calculating, and made a proposal that seemed tempting but actually contained a hidden mystery.

In the quiet and strange subspace, the big blue bird that was the incarnation of Tzeentch stared at the giant tree in front of it that carried the transaction information. The shadows of the tree were swaying, and it seemed that countless secrets were whispering among the branches and leaves.

Seeing the terms of the deal, a light flickered in its narrow eyes. After a brief consideration, it finally nodded slightly and agreed to this calculated deal.

As it nodded, the blue light around it rippled gently, and a feather emitting a strange glow slowly detached from its body and floated down lightly.

As it fell, the feather seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, floating precisely towards the pile of leaves under the giant tree, which were filled with various transaction agreements.

When the tip of the feather touched the widest leaf with veins like golden threads, the faint light suddenly became brighter, and it was like a magic pen dipped in spiritual ink, winding and moving on the leaf surface, engraving a mysterious mark with the unique spiritual charm of Tzeentch. That was its "name" signed on this transaction contract.

In Jianqi's mind, this decision is a sure win.

Although Magnus has changed a bit now and is no longer as blindly faithful as before, which makes it more difficult to control him, his influence on the Thousand Sons Legion cannot be underestimated.

As long as Magnus is back under control, according to the Legion's instinctive loyalty to the Primarch, the Thousand Sons Legion will surely gather under his command again in an orderly manner like tired birds returning to their nests.

At that time, not only will we not lose a single soldier, but we will also have the precious opportunity to corrupt the enemy's key Primarch. Why not do this kind of "killing two birds with one stone" thing?

Therefore, even though this transaction seems a bit risky, in Tzeentch's eyes, the future benefits have long outweighed the current uncertainties. It can't wait to start this new game and wait for the fruits of victory to fall into its "claws".