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Aurora had been watching her brothers' stunned expressions with fascination when the conversation suddenly turned to her. She straightened slightly and said without hesitation, "I believe the position of interim Warmaster should be mine."

In Aurora's opinion, no one among the Primarchs is more suitable for this temporary position than her, whether considering leadership ability, combat experience, or the wisdom to deal with complex situations.

The Regent nodded slightly and said calmly:

"Okay, from now on, you will be the temporary Warmaster. Lead your legion and command the Space Wolves, the Sons of the White King, and the Dark Angels. Immediately head to Shana's Forge Planet and fight the Randan xenos with all your might."

When Aurora heard this, her heart was instantly filled with ecstasy and excitement. Her eyes flashed with a fiery light, as if she had already seen the glorious scene of herself commanding the battlefield and returning triumphantly.

Lareo congratulated her with a smile on his face, and Vulkan also clapped with a sincere blessing. However, the other Primarchs, except Rogal Dorn, showed some reluctance on their faces, but still offered their blessings.

After all, everyone has their own aspirations and expectations for the position of war commander.

The regent finished speaking and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Rogdorn took a step forward and blocked her way.

"I cannot agree, Regent," Rogal Dorn began, his voice low and firm.

This was the first time the notoriously stubborn Primarch had spoken, and it was also the first time he had addressed his mother as Regent.

His eyes were filled with persistence and dissatisfaction. "It's really unfair to select people this way."

Rogal Dorn did not covet the position of Warmaster, but in his opinion, Aurora did not have the ability and experience to hold this important position.

The scene that happened in the snowy mountains is still deeply imprinted in his mind, making him doubt Aurora's leadership ability.

The puppet looked at Rogal Dorn who was blocking the way and said slowly:

"This is the Emperor's decision. In fact, the interim Warmasters are Horus, Jonson, Aurora, Ferrus, and Guilliman, in that order."

Xi's voice came out from the puppet's mouth, clear and steady.

"As long as one person agrees before this, the position of Warmaster will belong to him. If Aurora does not accept, I will ask Ferrus and Guilliman. As for the other Primarchs, the Emperor will have other arrangements. Child, can you step aside now?"

Xi tried her best to keep her tone calm. She didn't want to have a conflict with her child. Besides, putting the blame on the emperor was a helpless move, but the emperor was not here at the moment.

Rogdorn was silent for a moment, and finally slowly made way, allowing the puppet to leave smoothly.

He looked in the direction where the puppet left, with a complex expression in his eyes, which showed both respect for the Emperor's decision and worry about the appointment.

As the conversation between the Regent and Rogal Dorn echoed in the hall, every Primarch heard it clearly.

Some Primarchs showed regret on their faces, wondering why they did not stand up bravely and directly accept the coveted position of Warmaster, thus missing out on this great opportunity.

There was a hint of reluctance and regret in their eyes, as if they saw glory and achievement slipping away from their fingertips.

The other Primarchs were lost in their own thoughts.

In contrast, Aurora showed her magnanimity.

She did not get angry or upset with Rogdorn because of his obstruction and questioning.

In her view, becoming the temporary Warmaster was an established fact. She had to prove her ability and value with actual actions and victories on the battlefield, so that all the Primarchs, including Rogal Dorn, would look at her with admiration.

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Chapter 171 Like a General Who Raised a Flag

Under the current interstellar situation, the Dawn Messengers are now acting like dogs on the loose, wanton and ostentatious.

Like wild space wolves, they shuttled between the legions, spreading their words "My mother is the Warmaster". Their words were so abstract and obscure that they seemed like mysterious spells coming from the other side of the deep stars.

Forle, the son of the White King, unexpectedly met his Dawnbringer brother in the vast crowd.

The legion commander wore a smile as gentle as the stars, and he began with the simplest greeting between the sons of the White King: "Have you eaten today?"

These are the words that the White King's Sons, from the most common mortal auxiliary soldiers to the brave Astartes warriors, often blurt out when they meet each other in daily life.

After all, they often encounter such inquiries from their families in restaurants or other places.

A simple yet rich friendship, and the White King's sons will always respond with sincerity.

However, fate played a little joke on this seemingly ordinary greeting.

The person that Fore greeted today was actually Braimer.

When Braymer heard Forle's greeting, a strange light flashed in his eyes. He then straightened up and said solemnly, "Ah, how did you know my mother became the Warmaster?"

The warm smile on Forle's face froze instantly, as if frozen by an interstellar cold current. His heart surged like a raging tide, and he thought to himself, "Damn, when did these guys become so... so mama's boys?"

But as the son of the White King, he was calm and reserved, so he quickly put away his out-of-control expression. He put on a serious and calm face again and slowly said, "This is only temporary, Braimer."

"But my friend, you and I both know that this is the position of Warmaster after all." Braimer raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of pride and determination.

"And with the extraordinary abilities of the four Primarchs, the countdown to Randan's demise has already begun. Once the Primarchs lead us to completely destroy Randan, Mother's achievements will surely shine throughout the galaxy. By then, no one will be able to deny that the position of Warmaster is well-deserved and well-deserved."

Braimer's voice was deep and powerful, and every word sounded like a war drum beating among the stars, echoing in Fore's ears.

For a moment, Fowle was silent. He could not deny that what Bramey said made some sense.

Under the current circumstances, all the Astartes warriors of the various legions firmly believed that their Primarch was the most powerful being after the Emperor and the Regent, and Braime's respect and pride for his mother was understandable.

"Well, that's true." For nodded slightly, his eyes looking through the endless starry sky, as if he saw the distant future.

"But the war will eventually end. When the smoke clears, Lady Aurora will inevitably step down as Warmaster. And our mother, that supremely wise leader, will become the great planner of this prosperous age, guiding the White King's son towards new glory."

For's voice was full of anticipation and longing, as if he had already seen the peaceful and prosperous interstellar era slowly unfolding under his mother's planning.

Upon hearing this, Braymay's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He said softly, "You are indeed right, but at this moment, my mother is the Warmaster. This is an undeniable fact."

"..."

A mama’s boy is a mama’s boy, there is no logic in it!

…………

Aurora sat there quietly, her thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the day of the Primarchs' gathering.

Her fingers danced nimbly with the needle and thread, like an elegant artist meticulously carving a masterpiece to be passed down through the ages, sewing the beautiful military flag with concentration and skill.

Every stitch and every thread is weaving her glory and dreams, and also connecting those unforgettable pasts.

Recalling the expressions of those Primarchs who were partially related to her when they learned that she was appointed Warmaster, Aurora smiled faintly.

Some people's faces are full of jealousy, which is a kind of unwillingness to be overshadowed by others; some are angry, as if they cannot accept such an outcome; and some show regret, perhaps wondering why they did not do better.

Some people even couldn't wait to go to their mothers for justice and try to get something for themselves.

However, Aurora was not angry about this.

In her opinion, this is the most normal thing.

After all, geniuses are always easily envied.

Those mortals would not envy her because the gap between them and her was too great, like the gap between stars and dust.

Her relatives were jealous of her precisely because her excellence surpassed all the Primarchs, making them feel unprecedented pressure and challenges.

In just a split second, the military flag appeared perfectly before her eyes, and the sewing was completed.

Aurora stood up, her posture tall and majestic.

The Primarch gently placed four banners behind his back, each banner representing a blood-related Primarch and carrying their unique symbolic meaning.

The first flag was embroidered with "Lion in the Forest", representing the blood relative who was as majestic and powerful as the king of the forest. In the vast interstellar forest, he demonstrated unparalleled dominance, and his bravery and wisdom made everyone in awe.

The second flag is embroidered with "Wolf on the Glacier", symbolizing that in the cold and cruel interstellar battlefield, the blood relative is as strong, cold and cunning as the Glacier Wolf, who can still survive and fight tenaciously in the face of difficulties and obstacles, and guards his own territory with his indomitable spirit.

The third flag is the "Red Sun". It emits a fiery light, full of passion and vitality. No matter where it goes, it is as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the world around it with its energy and becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

The last flag is "a flying bird surrounded by lightning", representing the blood relative who is as agile and free as a nimble bird, flying freely in the interstellar sky, and the lightning symbolizes his instantaneous burst of power.

Aurora gently stroked the cloak that her mother had made for her, feeling its silky yet tough texture.

Every wrinkle and every texture on the cloak seems to tell of the mother's deep love and earnest expectations for her.

Look at the armor made by her mother herself. The exquisite craftsmanship and delicate carvings fit her body perfectly. It not only provides her with solid protection, but also makes her feel the strength and support from her mother.

In her every move, her cloak fluttered in the wind, her armor shone with a cold light, and her mother's love and hard work were fully displayed in her.

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Chapter 172: So Rich! (3.4K)

Aurora, wearing solid armor, walked out of the room with steady and firm steps.

Each step seemed to carry a tremendous amount of force, and the sound of metal boots hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor, like a war drum before an expedition, foreshadowing the important journey that was about to begin.

Consultation with blood relatives is crucial.

On the magnificent Dawnbringer Glorious Queen, the three Primarchs had already gathered.

The light from the cabin poured through the huge portholes, outlining majestic and solemn silhouettes on them, as if gods from ancient legends were waiting for a fateful meeting.

"Is Aurora going to be late? We only have ten minutes left to discuss countermeasures."

Leman Russ spoke in a gruff voice, his sensitive nose moving constantly, as if picking up some subtle information in the air.

As a Primarch with a keen sense of scent, he noticed that the sister before him was very different from before.

Sometimes, she would be filled with the pungent smell of blood, which was the remnant of fighting and brutal combat on the battlefield; sometimes, there would be the smell of disinfectant, as if she had just walked out of a laboratory or a medical cabin; and sometimes, there would be the smell of old paper and ink mixed together, which was the smell he hated the most when he was correcting documents.

But today, what emanated from her was the aura of thunder, a symbol of powerful and awe-inspiring strength.

Leman Russ's instinct told him that Hui Le in front of him was even more brave and fearless, and his strength was extraordinary. This made him feel a little uneasy, but also a surge of inexplicable excitement, as if he was about to witness a display of great power.

"That's not the case. She doesn't have the procrastination habit of ordinary mortal women." Hui Le said softly, with a hint of understanding and tolerance in her tone.

She raised her head slightly and looked through the porthole at the endless starry sky, as if she could see everything Aurora had experienced on the way here.

"The most she could do was to ask us to wait until the appointed time. After all, this was her first day as Warmaster, and there were many matters to be handled and arranged, so a bit of busyness was unavoidable."

Zhuang Sen sat aside and sighed silently.

The lion's eyes revealed a complex emotion, including recognition of his blood relative's acquisition of the position of warmaster, as well as regret for his own fate.

In his heart, he has always regarded the position as the greatest recognition of his parents, a symbol of his parents' inheritance and responsibility, and partly a medal of his loyalty.

Aurora seemed to view this position more as a symbol of honor and a stage to display power and medals.

The door slowly opened with a low rumbling sound, like the roar of a sleeping beast awakening.

Aurora's tall and majestic figure appeared in everyone's sight. Every step she took was steady and powerful, as if she was stepping on the hearts of everyone present, making people involuntarily focus their attention on her.

"The time is just right, brothers and sisters." Aurora's voice was clear and loud, echoing in the spacious hall, announcing the official appearance of the Warmaster.

Her eyes swept over every blood relative present, revealing confidence and composure, as if everything in the world was under her control.

The moment Zhuang Sen laid eyes on Aurora, his brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of dissatisfaction in his eyes. "What's with that attire? Don't you know the more conspicuous you are, the more likely you are to attract enemy fire?"

The lion's voice was low and stern, carrying a bit of an elder brother's rebuke and worry.

Zhuang Sen has always maintained a low-key and pragmatic combat style. In his opinion, the attire on the battlefield should be concealed and practical. Aurora's gorgeous and unique attire is undoubtedly a declaration of her importance to the enemy, which is an extremely dangerous behavior in his opinion.

Leman Russ also spoke up, a playful smile on his rugged face, but beneath that smile he also hid his concern for Aurora's safety.

"Yes! Sister, if I were the commander of Randan and saw you for the first time on the battlefield, I would definitely bombard you with a railgun."

As the Wolf King spoke, he waved his arms vigorously, as if he was directing a fierce artillery attack, trying to make Aurora realize the seriousness of the problem in this exaggerated way.

Aurora listened to their words, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. She walked slowly to her seat, sat down gracefully, and put her hands naturally on the armrests. She exuded an innate noble temperament.

"Don't say that, brother. Just because of this temporary Warmaster position, I have to dress differently from others."

Aurora's tone was light and humorous, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

But behind this ease, she has her own careful considerations.

Although it can only boost morale and bring unnecessary potential dangers on the battlefield, these are risks that the Warmaster must take.

"Well, I have something to say before the meeting begins."

Hui Le was the first to break the brief silence in the conference room. Her voice was firm and clear, with a hint of unquestionable meaning, which successfully attracted everyone's attention.

"Brothers and sisters, my Legion's descendants only number 35000, which is quite a bit too few compared to yours. Therefore, I implore you to put my descendants aside for a while when deploying troops on large battlefields."

Hui Le's eyes revealed a hint of earnestness and helplessness. She was well aware of the numerical disadvantage of her legion. In this cruel war, the life of every offspring was extremely precious. She really couldn't bear to let her offspring be involved in those extremely dangerous and almost life-threatening frontal battles too early.

However, Huile's words instantly aroused Zhuang Sen's dissatisfaction.

Zhuang Sen has always adhered to an almost strict philosophy. In his opinion, everything is about sacrifice and loyalty, and there is no room for retreat or avoidance on the battlefield.

The lion interrupted Hui Le mercilessly and said in a tough tone:

"Even if your entire legion is killed, it is a symbol of loyalty and honor. In war, we cannot afford to retreat or be cowardly. Every soldier must bravely advance and fight for victory at all costs."

Zhuangsen's expression was serious and stern, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if he was telling those ancient and solemn war creeds. He firmly believed that only fearless sacrifice could bring ultimate glory and victory.