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"Because of that war in heaven, the brutal fight between the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods was like a world-destroying catastrophe, plunging the entire galaxy into endless wailing."

"All living things were relentlessly swept away by a torrent of extreme emotions. Pain, fear, despair... all sorts of negative emotions spread wantonly. Even the warp was overwhelmed, twisting and distorting in this endless chaos, like a giant beast gone mad."

"And it was in this hotbed of chaos, nurtured by extreme emotions, that several mysterious and terrifying gods emerged."

The Regent's voice echoed slowly in the steam rising from the hot spring pool, like a whisper from ancient times, revealing a bit of vicissitudes and mystery.

There's the Lord of Change, represented by the number Nine. Like a puppeteer manipulating silken threads, he controls the ever-changing nature of all things, and fate twists and turns at his fingertips. Eight, represented by the Lord of Skulls, wields a sinister authority like a ghostly hand reaching out from the endless abyss of death. His very name is enough to terrify one, as if stepping into a river of bones. Seven, represented by the Lord of Stagnation, is a rebel against the cycle of life and death, resolutely rejecting the call of death and transforming into a stubborn stone in the river of time, hindering the flow of time. Three remains a hidden number behind him, like a shadow lurking in the darkness of night.

"As for the number six, the Lord of Pleasure and Joy, it was born in the rotten mire of depravity and destruction, like a flower of evil that exudes a sweet fragrance but harbors a deadly poison.

"It was his birth that brought catastrophic destruction to the once-prosperous Eldar, leaving only a glimmer of hope for the once-glorious civilization, like a candle in the wind, with only a few cats and kittens struggling to survive in the ruins."

Hui Le listened, and just from the names of these gods that revealed endless mysteries, he could vaguely glimpse the awe-inspiring power behind them.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't contain her excitement.

As he pondered secretly, the corners of his mouth curled up quietly. He thought that his mother told him this extremely secret and taboo knowledge. Doesn't this mean that in her heart, he has surpassed the other Primarchs?

This honor seemed to have given her a layer of fearless armor, which doubled her courage.

"What about you and the Emperor?" Hui Le's heart was set on fire. Having already broken through so many taboos, he blurted out the words, like an arrow shot from a bow, unable to be retrieved. "Is there a corresponding number?"

"No." Regent Wang Xi answered firmly, his voice like a huge bell, shaking away the surrounding water vapor.

Her eyes were as firm as a torch, staring straight at Hui Le, with unquestionable majesty in them.

"We are by no means those gods born from the corrupt mire of the twisted warp. The path under our feet is filled with light. We shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting humanity and leading humanity out of darkness. Do not compare us to them."

Water vapor lingered between the two of them like a veil, sometimes blurring each other's faces, sometimes highlighting the solemn atmosphere at the moment.

Hui Le nodded slightly. Although doubts were still growing in his heart like weeds, he didn't dare to say anything more. However, the curiosity in his heart had already taken root and sprouted, growing stronger and stronger, like a seed ready to burst out of the ground at any time.

But there are some things that cannot be discussed.

How could the Primarch miss this rare opportunity to bathe with his mother? He rolled his eyes and said quickly:

"Mother, I brought a homemade jade ointment with me when I came here. Some of the ingredients are taken from the Death World, and I personally mixed it bit by bit. Its effects are miraculous. Even the skin of someone as rough as Ogryn can become as smooth and delicate as that of the Emperor's Son after using it. I have personally tested it."

"Oh? Let me see it."

Upon hearing this, Regent Xi couldn't help but stretch out her hand, with a hint of interest in her eyes. Such an alluring description really aroused her curiosity.

"You look so tired now, and the maid is not around, so let me serve you." Hui Le said eagerly.

"Well, okay." Xi nodded slightly in agreement.

The 1.7-meter-tall Regent and the over-three-meter-tall Huile, who looked like a giant, had a huge size contrast in the hot spring, yet they exuded a special kind of intimacy.

Huile gently let her mother rest her head on her soft body. In an instant, their skin touched and a warm feeling spread.

She then opened the container of jade paste and carefully poured the jade paste, which exuded a warm and lustrous luster, into her palm. The rich fragrance of the jade paste instantly filled the steam.

Huile began to apply the cream on her mother with great concentration. She had a skillful technique and gently rubbed Xi's skin.

At this moment, Xi was exhausted both physically and mentally due to continuous fatigue. She couldn't help but hum softly while lying on the soft pillow. Her tense nerves were completely relaxed, and she seemed to have found a safe haven for a moment.

And in the hot spring pool, her exposed body, under the careful care of her daughter, was like an exquisite doll being carefully cared for, with smooth and shiny jade cream evenly applied. Every inch of her skin was moisturized and glowing with a soft light.

The regent, resting his head on his daughter's soft breast with his eyes closed, was completely unaware of the turbulent emotions surging in Huile's eyes.

Hui Le's gaze seemed to materialize, just like the look that a predator at the top of the food chain lurking in the darkness of the deep forest would show when it accidentally finds its desired prey.

Her eyes burned with a fiery and intense possessive desire. It was not just an ordinary desire, but a desire to take everything in front of her for herself in an instant, as if she wanted to swallow her prey alive in one gulp, let it completely merge into herself, and never be separated.

Behind this look, perhaps there is Hui Le's long-standing respect and dependence on her mother, the Regent. In this private moment of bathing together, it was infinitely magnified and distorted, turning into such an almost feral greed. Or perhaps it was some unknown essence deep in her soul that was quietly at work.

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Chapter 159 The Master of Number Two

In this hot spring pool filled with mist, the time of bathing together passed quietly. The original body Hui Le's breathing was rapid and disordered at first, with irrepressible tension and excitement, as if there was a deer running around in his chest.

Gradually, under the comfort of the quiet atmosphere beside his mother, his breathing became smoother, but his heart was still uncontrollable, beating rapidly, like dense drumbeats, hitting his chest again and again, as if to shake out all the secrets in his heart.

"But it's time to work. Take me to change."

The voice of Regent Xi broke the brief silence. His tone was unquestionable and carried his usual majesty, as if he had instantly switched from a gentle bather back to the ruler in control of the overall situation.

"Yes." Hui Le quickly put away his thoughts and responded respectfully, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

The original body stretched out his long arms, picked up his mother steadily, and stood up from the hot spring pool with a nimble posture.

In an instant, the skin of the two was exposed to the moist and warm air, and fine water droplets slowly rolled down along the texture of their skin, like strings of pearls that had broken off the string.

Water droplets shuttled through the gap between the two bodies, gathered together, and then dripped down. The crisp sound echoed in the empty bathroom. Each falling drop of water was like an exquisite mirror, reflecting the beautiful picture in the small area above - the Regent's smooth shoulders, soft hair, and the Primarch's slightly trembling arms.

Huile hurriedly picked up the towel, his hands trembling slightly, and carefully helped his mother wipe her body.

Her eyes followed the towel closely, and inadvertently, her mother's flawless body was reflected in her eyes. Every curve and every inch of skin seemed to be carefully carved by God, emitting a holy light. At this moment, Huile felt her blood boiling, and an unprecedented excitement overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

There was a voice in my heart crying out: How wonderful it would be if I could throw away the heavy identity of the Primarch and become an ordinary maid beside my mother, serving her so closely every day.

Once this thought took root, it grew wildly like weeds, making it almost impossible for her to control herself. However, her face remained respectful, and only her slightly flushed body revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Finally finished wiping.

“Don’t tell anyone what I said to you today, not even your blood relatives, and don’t even think about it.”

Regent Wang Xi closed his eyes, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty, but he was wondering in his heart, what happened to this child today?

He served me so attentively, as if he treated me as a precious toy that he couldn't let go of, and even did trivial things like dressing himself.

"Yes." Hui Le responded with great respect, and there was no trace of abnormality in his voice.

Her movements were gentle and skillful, and her fingertips occasionally brushed lightly across her mother's skin, like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing tiny ripples.

In her eyes, her mother's body was so perfect. Now she was dressing it in majestic and solemn clothes with her own hands, and every movement seemed like a sacred ritual.

The scene of this day seemed to be engraved deep into Hui Le's memory, and could not be erased even by the passage of time.

For her, this was also a day when her patience reached its limit. Many complex emotions surged in her heart, including a deeper awe for her mother, a secret desire, and an impulse that she tried hard to suppress.

But on the surface, she was still the obedient original body, only her clenched fists secretly hiding the waves in her heart.

After the Primarch helped the Regent put on her clothes, she left without looking back, her back revealing the same majesty and decisiveness as always.

Hui Le then dressed neatly and quietly walked out of the hot spring.

Walking on the road, Huile felt her mind was empty, as if an invisible hand was quietly erasing many memories in her mind.

The Primarch tried hard to recall every detail of the hot spring, but the meaningful conversation became blurred, as if it was covered by a thick fog. No matter how hard she tried, she could not piece together the complete content.

Even the simple reason why I went to the hot spring was lost from my memory, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Now, all that remains in her mind are the misty steam and warm touch when mother and daughter took a hot spring bath together, and the scenes of her changing clothes for her mother, like the only precious fragments left.

When she opened her palm, she saw two bloody marks made by fingernails, the shape of which looked like the number "two".

When the original Hui Le was asking his mother about the representative number, he took advantage of the great being's blind spot and quietly left this scratch on the palm of his hand.

At that time, she was not sure in her heart that her mother would really allow her to keep this memory. After all, she knew very well that there were many dark sides hidden behind the empire, and those taboo secrets might be buried and erased at any time.

That's why she used such a secret method to try to leave a trace of this special experience. Even if it was just two shallow bloodstains, it was better than having everything wiped out.

The footsteps were hurried and rapid, bringing up a gust of wind. People on the roadside only felt a flash before their eyes, a white light passed by, and the figure of the original body Hui Le had disappeared into the distance.

Hui Le rushed back to his room anxiously. After entering the room, he slammed the door shut, isolating himself from all the disturbances from the outside world.

The room was quiet and dim, with only the papers on the table glowing pale in the dim light.

Huile strode forward, her eyes fixed on the striking number "two" on the paper, her eyes revealing a desperate determination. She took a deep breath and activated the Primarch's unique extraordinary ability.

In an instant, consciousness seemed to break free from the constraints of the body and floated into a long and chaotic river of consciousness like a light feather.

In this river, surging waves of emotions hit you.

She felt a kind of hatred that made people indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves. The hatred was deep and strong, as if it had gathered the resentment of countless years; then, a shocking picture unfolded before her eyes: countless people supported and helped each other, they were closely united, regardless of you and me, billions and billions of lives and souls resonated at the same frequency, and together they played a passionate song of revenge and unity.

The sound seemed to penetrate the soul and awaken the ears.

Hui Le was stunned. As the original body, she had seen countless grand scenes, but this kind of shocking scene of unity was the first time in her life.

She could hardly imagine the cohesion of the Astartes Legion pales in comparison to it.

Huile's heartbeat accelerated rapidly. He was excited about the discovery, but also nervous about the unknown variables.

I was immersed in this scene and couldn't extricate myself for a long time. On the one hand, I was shocked by this tremendous power. On the other hand, I became more and more curious about the deep meaning behind the number "two".

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Chapter 160 The Other Side of God

Huile's consciousness seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and she involuntarily continued to move deeper into the river of consciousness. The deeper she went, the more perceptible a warm force became. That force was like the warm sun in winter, seeping into the depths of Huile's consciousness and making her intoxicated.

Huile suddenly realized that this was the power of her mother, that familiar and intimate feeling, which was irreplaceable.

And those billions and billions of souls all smiled at this moment. The smiles were uniform and revealed a strange harmony, as if they were warmly welcoming her to join this extremely united family.

As Huile's consciousness gradually deepened, the scene before him became more and more bizarre.

I saw billions and billions of souls lined up in two rows in an orderly and respectful manner, like a well-trained honor guard, still humming songs.

But the melody of the ballad has changed. It is no longer the passionate revenge song, but is full of the warmth of home. It seems to be whispering the joy of returning home, and it seems to be earnestly calling her to quickly integrate into it.

This tempting atmosphere made Huile's consciousness like a moth to a flame, and he involuntarily accelerated his pace.

The Primarch was impatient.

Because behind that door, there was an extremely important God who was waiting quietly and in urgent need of her, and that God was none other than the mother she had been thinking about all the time.

Huile slowly pushed open the door, and the dazzling pure white instantly enveloped her. She subconsciously squinted her eyes, saw the scene in front of her clearly, and couldn't help but gasp.

I saw a giant tree that reached from sky to earth rising from the ground, its luxuriant branches and leaves extending in all directions, as if to hold up the endless sky. The earth beneath my feet and the sky above my head were all firmly supported by this giant tree.

And at the end of her sight, on an extremely gorgeous throne, sat a pure white figure, exuding the majestic aura of dominating everything - that was the Lord of Rule, the existence that truly controlled all nations in the galaxy and dominated the life of all galaxies.

Huile's heart suddenly shook, and the familiar feeling was like a surging tide, instantly flooding her whole body.

This figure has long been deeply rooted in her blood, thoughts, soul and consciousness, like an indelible brand.

The moment their eyes met, an irrepressible desire for possession and plunder burned wildly in Hui Le's heart like a prairie fire.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if trying to grasp the vague desire.

At the same time, she felt something slowly breaking free from the depths of her consciousness, like a bolt of lightning hidden behind dark clouds, ready to strike.

In a trance, her mother's figure appeared, standing not far away and waving, indicating her to come closer.

The Primarch moved forward mechanically like a bewitched puppet.

Every step she took seemed to cross endless time and space. The vast distance between the stars was instantly shortened under her feet, and the boundaries of dimensions seemed non-existent to her.

The Lord of Domination sat high on the throne, watching all this with cold eyes. As Hui Le approached step by step, the authority representing hatred and slavery in his heart seemed to be injected with endless energy and grew wildly.

In the eyes of the Lord of Rule, Huile is nothing more than his daughter, lamb, subject, and puppet. At this moment, she is offering everything to him and stepping obediently into the cage that has been woven long ago. However, Huile is completely unaware of it and is completely immersed in the false call of warmth.

Hui Le seemed to be fascinated, and slowly embraced her "mother" in her arms, and then sat with her on the throne that symbolized supreme power, and the two of them rubbed their ears intimately.

In this extremely intimate atmosphere, Hui Le's hidden nature suddenly emerged uncontrollably like thunder after the dark clouds suddenly dispersed.

Violent thunder unconsciously surrounded her body, and crackling sounds exploded around the silent throne. Arcs of electricity flashed, reflecting her slightly hideous face.

The Lord of Ruler seemed to have heard nothing and saw nothing, not caring at all about the thunderous power emanating from his daughter, and his expression remained stern.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and a thin, silky energy line snaked out from her fingertips, slowly wrapping around Huile's head. It was obvious that she intended to completely control Huile and make him a puppet at her mercy.

Just when it seemed that the task was about to be completed, the area where the throne was located suddenly changed.

A green plague emitting a foul odor swept in from all directions like a raging flood.

That was the power of Nurgle, coming with such force that it instantly filled the entire space with filth.

The songs that billions of souls outside the door had originally sung in praise of their new companions were briefly blocked by this foul torrent and came to an abrupt end.

But this did not last long. Under the manipulation of the Lord of Ruler's threads, the souls' songs quickly returned to normal. However, the melody had completely changed this time. They played together a hymn full of hatred and slavery, as if to dispel the plague with this passionate sound and regain control.

Nurgle seemed to be completely enraged. Filled with rage, it violently threw out the "treasure" it had treasured for a long time, which contained endless corrupt power. Its target was clear: the two people on the throne.

In an instant, an evil light burst out. This sudden impact interrupted the "owning a new doll" production ceremony carefully prepared by the Lord of Domination, and also suddenly awakened Hui Le from his almost obsessed state.

Hui Le suddenly woke up from the chaos, her eyes opened instantly, the confusion in her eyes had not yet faded, but her body was already crackling, and the violent thunder was like a spirit snake, tightly surrounding her.

At this moment, the power hidden in the deepest part of her soul, which had never been displayed so unreservedly, was surging out uncontrollably.

The original body could clearly feel that this power was like a surging torrent, rushing through the meridians and bones. With every flow, the body felt hotter and hotter. The muscles were tense, as if containing endless explosive power.

Compared with the past, I feel like I have been reborn and am much stronger now.