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Rogal Dorn was tall and strong, leaning forward slightly as he spoke, his expression focused; Horus, on the other hand, had a smile on his face, his eyes revealing the gentleness and concern of a brother, nodding in response from time to time. Although their communication was light, it also revealed a solemnity and trust.

Vulkan sat at the edge, his bronze skin looking as if it had been repeatedly tempered by raging fire, shining with a tough and simple luster and exuding a unique charm.

The Fire Dragon Lord's eyes were bright and fiery, like burning charcoal, flashing with passion unwaveringly, and his whole body was overflowing with vigorous vitality, as if able to dispel all the haze around him.

Seeing everyone filing in, she was immediately delighted, her brows raised, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, and she shouted loudly and cheerfully: "Huile, I am so grateful to you! My dear sister, thanks to the Eldar anatomy diagram you gave me, it means so much to me!"

"This is the gift I carefully prepared for you." Vulkan's face was filled with a sincere smile, and his hands were steadily holding an exquisite red gift box. The color of the gift box was bright and eye-catching, as if it had been soaked in blood.

He walked slowly to Lareo with steady steps, handed the gift box to him solemnly, and then gently opened the lid.

In an instant, eleven scalpels were neatly arranged in the box. The blades were as thin as cicada wings. Under the soft light, they flashed with a cold and sharp light, as if telling of the ingenuity of the forger.

The delicate and smooth texture on the blade seems to be naturally generated, as light and graceful as a feather. The exquisite craftsmanship is breathtaking. A unique and elegant artistic atmosphere comes to the face, attracting the attention of people around, and they can't help but express sincere admiration for its superb craftsmanship.

"Thank you, I like it very much, Vulkan." There was a glimmer of surprise and joy in Lario's eyes, and that light was as bright as a star, shining brightly.

Lareo's eyes moved back and forth between the blade and the handle, not missing any details, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

After a moment, Yi Ersi raised his head and looked at Vulkan sincerely, his tone full of genuine gratitude, conveying his inner joy to the other party without reservation.

Seeing this, Vulkan scratched his head in a simple, innocent gesture. He was a little shy, yet seemed delighted that his gift had received such high recognition.

Recalling every detail of preparing this gift, from the initial racking of his brains to find out Hui Le's preferences, pondering day and night; to the careful selection of materials, identifying the good and the bad among countless materials; to the repeated attempts and failures in the forging process, and repeated pick-up and improvement, every step and every link embodies his hard work and sweat.

And now, seeing Hui Le's irresistible look, his heart was suddenly filled with a sense of satisfaction and relief, and he felt that all his previous efforts had turned into the most worthwhile reward.

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"Oh, what a damn situation! Why is this guy Guilliman sitting opposite me? Look at his staring eyes!"

Ferrus's heart was like a raging sea, roaring madly in his heart.

The sharp words and pointed opinions that Guilliman had written in his letters in the past were like sharp blades, stirring back and forth in his heart, making him involuntarily feel resistance and resentment towards the person sitting opposite him.

Beside him, Fulgrim stood leisurely, his slender white fingers gently raised, slowly hooking Gorgon's chin. The movement was gentle but carried an indescribable provocation.

Phoenix's eyes flickered towards Guilliman who was staring at them intently, with a hint of amusement and disdain in her eyes.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere of being on the verge of a showdown. The delicate relationship between the three people was infinitely magnified in this small space.

Every subtle expression and every unintentional movement seems to contain rich details and profound meanings, showing the complex and tangled emotional entanglement between them from all angles, as if a silent but fierce contest is quietly taking place.

Pied Ichiba Sizhen…………

Aurora's gaze wandered through the crowd and finally fell on her blood relatives.

She just stood there quietly, the Primarch of a small group without a Primarch.

Over there, Lario and Vulkan were having a pleasant conversation, their faces filled with warm smiles. Sometimes they laughed heartily, sometimes they listened attentively, immersed in a world of communication that belonged only to them.

Guilliman's eyes were fixed on Ferrus and Fulgrim, his gaze was direct and scorching, as if he wanted to burn two holes in them.

Aurora looked at him with an elusive look, a mixture of confusion and inquiry, which made people wonder:

Is this guy devoted to Ferrus, or does he have other feelings for Fulgrim? Or does he have some special feelings for both of them?

This complex and subtle emotional entanglement is like a fog, lingering between the three people, making it impossible to see clearly and guess.

Horus and Rogal Dorn stood not far away, discussing something heatedly. Their expressions were sometimes serious, sometimes relaxed, as if they were conducting a seminar concerning a major decision.

Zhuang Sen stood quietly by, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression as indifferent as water, as if he was isolated from the surrounding noise and created a quiet world of his own.

However, every once in a while, he would interrupt the conversation between Horus and Rogal Dorn and make a few brief but to the point remarks.

Just like a stone thrown into a calm lake, although it briefly disrupted the original rhythm, it also added new vitality and ideas to the discussion, making this exchange more colorful.

Leman Russ sat alone in his seat, contentedly immersed in his own little world.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, making a rhythmic sound, as if he was playing a wild music that only he could understand.

There was a faint smile on the wolf king's face, and his eyes revealed a kind of leisurely and contented satisfaction. He seemed not to care about anything around him, just enjoying this moment of tranquility and self-existence.

And Sanguinius is like a classical oil painting, standing there quietly, exuding an elegant and tranquil temperament.

He has a tall and slender figure, a handsome and peaceful face, and clear and deep eyes, as if all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with him.

The angel just sat there quietly, without saying a word, but became a unique and charming landscape in the whole scene, attracting everyone's attention.

It seems as if he himself is a kind of silent art, interpreting the perfect fusion of elegance and tranquility, which makes people fall in love with him and be intoxicated by him.

Aurora's stomach suddenly made a rumbling sound, as if strongly protesting her idle overthinking at the moment.

This embarrassing voice forced her to stop the complicated thoughts in her mind and decide to solve the imminent "survival problem" first.

She looked around awkwardly, but no one noticed her.

His eyes quickly searched the hall for a place to sit, and finally landed on the empty seat next to Leman Russ.

Aurora walked over quickly and sat down. The sudden movement instantly interrupted the private world that Leman Russ was immersed in.

Leman Russ turned his head and looked at his sisters in surprise.

Aurora skillfully mobilized her spiritual energy, a soft light appeared in her palm, and a small space crack slowly emerged.

Aurora took out an energy bar easily and put it into her mouth without hesitation. She swallowed it without even chewing it. The whole action was done in one go.

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Chapter 169 Who is suitable to be the war commander?

Beneath the cold and solid barriers of the Iron City, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

The emperor stared quietly at the strange puppet in front of him. It was so exquisite that it looked like a rare treasure.

Every part of the puppet is seamless, and the joints are flexible and flexible, as if it is injected with vitality.

And above the puppet's head, an almost invisible silk thread is faintly visible. It spans endless galaxies, maintaining the miraculous connection between Xi and the puppet.

Although Xi is in a faraway place, he can control the puppet's every move as if he were there in person, making the puppet show various expressions and postures vividly.

"The threat from Ran Dan is coming with great force and should not be underestimated." The Emperor's voice was steady and firm, echoing in the empty room.

"They have brought several alien races under their wing, enslaving them at will, and even possess some of humanity's advanced technology from the Golden Age. This will undoubtedly be a difficult and arduous battle. In my opinion, why not let Horus take on the temporary position of Warmaster?"

There was a hint of expectation in the emperor's eyes. He tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for Xi's response.

The specially made wood of the puppet's Adam's apple rubbed gently as it made sounds, and the sound it produced was surprisingly identical to Xi's voice, crisp and pleasant, yet with a certain degree of thoughtful calmness:

"Horus is undoubtedly brave and fearless, but with his current abilities and experience, I'm worried he won't be able to face such a dangerous group like the Randan. The position of Warmaster carries the weight of the outcome of the entire battle, so he must be extremely cautious."

The puppet's expression changes with the rise and fall of the sound, and its realistic look seems to express its deep concern about the situation.

The Emperor nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with thought. His fingers tapped the metal table beside him, making a rhythmic sound.

"What about Jonson? The First Legion is the dark side of the Empire. They are experienced in dealing with this kind of enemy. They should be able to play a significant role in this battle."

As the Emperor spoke, he walked closer to the puppet and carefully examined the exquisite connecting parts on it. The craftsmanship of these parts was extremely exquisite, and every detail demonstrated the superb skills of the maker. The Emperor could not help but secretly admire Xi's ingenuity and craftsmanship in his heart.

"Jiang Sen is indeed a suitable candidate, but he returned too late and currently lacks significant military achievements that can convince everyone. However, we can certainly force him to take the position of Warmaster when the time comes."

The puppet shook its head slightly, its expression looking somewhat helpless. The delicate changes in its expression seemed as if Xi himself was standing in front of the emperor, expressing his views sincerely.

The Emperor fell into deep thought again. He paced slowly across the room, his hands behind his back. His heavy footsteps were particularly clear in the silence. After a long pause, he raised his head and said:

"As for the other Primarchs, Guilliman's abilities are evident to all. He excels at handling complex and ever-changing battlefield situations, and multi-tasking operations are not difficult for him."

Xiyuan, the puppet controlled remotely from beyond the starry sky, said, "However, this time the Randan clan has demonstrated exceptional psychic power, while Guilliman's psychic resistance is relatively weak. This is undoubtedly a fatal weakness. It would be far too risky for him to enter the Iron City to participate in this battle."

There was a hint of regret in the Emperor's eyes. After all, in this war, any tiny mistake could lead to catastrophic consequences.

The puppet's joints moved slightly as Xi manipulated them, making a slight "clicking" sound:

"Ferus is overly impulsive. On such a complex and dangerous battlefield, this character flaw is likely to cause him to make wrong decisions, thus endangering the entire battle situation."

"Fulgrim's belief in perfection would make it difficult for him to accept the dark side of the Empire during the war, which would also affect his judgment and command ability."

"Vulkan and Rogal Dorn each have their limitations and are not suitable for this position."

"Leman Russ, Huile, and Sanguinius, their responsibilities and expertise lie beyond this area. Forcing them to serve as Warmasters will likely hinder their full effectiveness."

Xi's words were clearly conveyed through the puppets. Every word was based on a careful consideration of his descendants and was filled with a precise analysis of the situation.

"So, Aurora, what about you?"

There was a hint of inquiry in the emperor's eyes. He hoped that Xi could provide him with some new ideas and suggestions from another perspective.

The puppet raised its head slightly, a look of disdain on its face. "Aurora's abilities are incomparable. 1 Liuyi Private Martial Arts, Jiusi IX [In terms of multi-threaded combat capabilities, she can't match Guilliman; in terms of ruthlessness and decisiveness, she can't match Johnson."]

"Perhaps the only thing he can bring to the table is his personal charm and relatively stable emotional control, but these are not the key factors that determine victory or defeat on a brutal battlefield."

The Emperor sighed softly and said helplessly, "This is indeed a tricky problem."

Xi said through the puppet:

"Since they are all sitting in the hall, why not ask Horus and Jonson about their opinions and wishes regarding the position of Warmaster? If neither of them is qualified or willing to take the position, Aurora can take over. Whoever is ultimately appointed Warmaster will have the full support of the four Primarchs and their legions."

The puppet's eyes revealed an unquestionable determination, as if at this moment, Xi had reached some kind of tacit understanding and consensus with the Emperor through this puppet.

A brief silence fell upon the room, broken only by the Emperor's heavy breathing and the occasional soft rustling of the puppet.

After a moment, the Emperor raised his head, a flame of hope rekindled in his eyes. "Then it is as you say. It is settled."

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In the hall where the Primarchs were, they relied on their extraordinary keen hearing to catch the clicking sound made by the puppet. The sound was like the collision of pieces of wood put together.

And when the puppet really came into their sight, everyone was attracted by it.

This is a perfect 1:1 reproduction of the Regent's body and face, with an incredible amount of detail.

It is exquisite and beautiful from every angle, as if the Regent himself was present. Every texture and every contour are portrayed vividly, making people marvel at the superb and exquisite craftsmanship.

Even as a Primarch, knowledgeable and possessing extraordinary abilities and insights, when he saw what was before him.

They couldn't help but express their sincere admiration for this ingenious design. The meticulous carving and restoration seemed to have accurately reproduced the Regent's charm and appearance, which made them impressed.

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Chapter 170: Thinking Too Much

"Mother, why are you like this?"

Aurora was the first to break the silence. As she spoke, she even quietly put down the energy bar in her hand, her face full of astonishment and confusion.

"My physical body is still on Terra. This is the skill I developed in the past that allows me to remotely control this puppet across the galaxy, so that I can communicate with you."

Xi's voice came out of the puppet's mouth, steady and clear. Her eyes slowly swept over some of the descendants present, sensing a subtle hostility within them.

They secretly speculated that their mother, as the regent, used a puppet to discuss matters with them because she was still greedy for power, so much so that she was unwilling to show her true self when meeting her and only sent this substitute.

Xi couldn't help but secretly blame the emperor in his heart for disappearing at this critical moment. Such "socially phobic" behavior was really inappropriate.

"We've summoned you here because a powerful group of Randan aliens have appeared on Shana's Forge World. A single legion alone may not be able to contend with them, so we need to appoint a temporary warlord to lead all the legions in the fight against the Randan. Of course, this is only a temporary measure. Once the Randan are defeated, the temporary warlord's position will be revoked."

The puppet's mouth opened and closed, and the sound of wood rubbing against each other was heard, conveying Xi's words.

The sound echoed in the hall, and when the Primarchs heard it, they couldn't suppress the excitement deep in their hearts.

Deep down in their hearts, every Primarch firmly believed that they were superior to other Primarchs, and had incomparable advantages in all aspects, including combat strength, strategic wisdom, and leadership.

In their eyes, the position of Warmaster is not just a simple job, but a powerful demonstration of the results of their unremitting efforts over the years. It is a symbol of the highest honor recognized by the Emperor and the Regent.

The thin thread above the puppet's head shifted slightly. Xi's gaze passed through the puppet and fell on Horus. She asked softly, "Horus, what do you think of this?"

Horus was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help wondering in his heart why his mother suddenly asked this question?

Could it be that my daily actions have caused her dissatisfaction?

Or has she already discovered the little plots he was secretly planning among the legions of his brothers who have not yet returned?

Would it be too much to admit that I wanted the position of Warmaster now...

All kinds of speculations and thoughts lingered in his mind, and for a moment he was a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that Horus had not responded, Xi turned her gaze to Zhuangsen and asked again, "Zhuangsen, what do you think?"

A hint of panic now appeared on Zhuang Sen's usually cold and resolute face.

This was the first time in his life that he had communicated with his mother "face to face". Even though it was just through a doll, this scene of being directly questioned still made him feel a little uneasy.

The lion didn't know how to respond.

The other Primarchs watched this scene with great interest. For them, this was not only a serious discussion about important decisions, but also a rare "different" interaction between brothers.

The silk thread swayed gently again, and Xi shifted her attention to Aurora and asked:

"Aurora, what do you think?"