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"Zhuang Sen, don't be anxious. Listen to what Hui Le says next." Aurora saw that the atmosphere was a little tense and hurriedly tried to persuade them.

The Warmaster knew that at this critical moment, internal unity and cooperation were of vital importance. Any small conflict could be exploited by the enemy, thus affecting the entire battle situation.

Aurora's voice was calm and peaceful, with the dignity and composure of a warmaster. She hoped to calm Jonson's dissatisfaction and allow the meeting to proceed smoothly.

Hui Le paused slightly, letting the interrupted words linger on his lips, and then continued, "But I will also use six Titan Legions to make up for the pressure that the White King's son cannot bear on the front battlefield."

There was a hint of determination in Huile's tone. In order to give her offspring more chances of survival, she really took out all her treasures this time.

"How much?" When Leman Russ heard Hui Le's words, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and showed an expression of disbelief on his face. He even wondered if he had heard it wrong.

In this vast interstellar war, the Titan Legion is undoubtedly an extremely powerful force. Each Titan Legion has the strength to change the situation of the war, and Hui Le was able to produce as many as six, which made Leman Russ feel both surprised and a little excited.

"Six, and I can also strive for two to four Titan Legions in the post-Schismatic Adeptus Mechanicus."

Hui Le looked at Leman Russ's surprised expression, knowing that he might not think this was enough, so he added further.

There was a hint of fatigue in Huile's eyes. She had made sufficient preparations for this discussion and was willing to use all her connections and resources just to secure a relatively safe combat environment for her offspring.

At this moment, a brief silence fell in the meeting room. The other three Primarchs were lost in thought, weighing Hui Le's proposal.

On the one hand, Huile's army is small in number, and if it is forced into battle on the front battlefield, it may cause unnecessary losses; but on the other hand, Huile's proposal of Titan Legion support is undoubtedly a huge temptation. These powerful mechanical behemoths will play a huge role on the battlefield and can effectively enhance the combat effectiveness and defense of the entire army.

Huile waited quietly for the response from the other Primarchs, feeling a little uneasy.

If this proposal was not passed, she would have no choice but to seek out the Forge General, or even Malcador, and put aside her pride and dignity and shamelessly ask them for some additional support and resources.

But she also knew that doing so might cause her to owe many favors and even have a certain impact on her status and reputation in the army.

But for the sake of her own offspring, she is willing to try every possible method.

"Well, I agree. What about you?" Aurora nodded slightly, glanced at everyone, and took the lead in expressing her attitude.

Her eyes were firm and calm. As a war commander, she clearly weighed the pros and cons of Huile's proposal.

From the perspective of the overall strategic layout, the Titan Legion support provided by Hui Le is crucial to the upcoming war. This is enough to make up for the shortage of numbers of the White King's Son on the battlefield, and it can also enhance the army's firepower suppression and attack capabilities, adding more chips to victory.

"I agree too." Leman Russ scratched his head and said in a muffled voice.

In his opinion, this was undoubtedly a powerful force that could relieve a lot of pressure on his troops on the battlefield and greatly increase the chances of winning the battle.

Moreover, he also understood that at this critical moment, internal unity was of vital importance. Since Aurora had already expressed her position, he had no reason to object.

Zhuang Sen was silent for a moment, a hint of barely perceptible regret flashing in his eyes.

This time he realized that his impulsiveness was a little inappropriate. Next time he should let others finish speaking before expressing their opinions, otherwise the situation would become a little awkward, just like now.

The lion coughed lightly, straightened his sitting posture, and said, "If you agree, then I agree too."

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhuang Sen's voice, but also respect for the team's decision.

As the three Primarchs agreed one after another, the atmosphere in the conference room eased slightly.

A relieved smile appeared on Huile's face.

Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Aurora tapped the table lightly to attract everyone's attention again.

"Since everyone agrees with Hui Le's proposal, let's discuss the specific troop deployment and the Titan Legion's coordinated combat plan."

"The dark clouds of war are looming over us. Time is running out. We must quickly formulate a comprehensive battle plan to ensure that every attack is precise and powerful, dealing a fatal blow to the enemy."

Aurora's voice was steady and powerful, full of the dignity and decisiveness of a leader.

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Chapter 173 Magnus' Current Situation

"They have now taken back the Shana Forge World."

The Regent controlled the puppet's body, mechanically turning its head and making a slightly stiff sound, breaking the long silence in the room.

The Emperor sat aside, silent, staring blankly ahead, as if lost in endless contemplation.

His figure seemed somewhat lonely in the dim light, and the surroundings were so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.

At this moment, he felt mixed emotions. On the one hand, he felt a little relieved for regaining the Forging World, but on the other hand, he was troubled by many complicated affairs and complex family relationships.

The Emperor was somewhat afraid to face his other heirs. The complex emotional ties and potential conflicts made him want to escape, so at this moment he chose to stay with this exquisite puppet. It seemed that only here could he get a moment of peace.

"Don't you think someone is missing from this gathering of Primarchs?" The puppet's empty eyes looked at the Emperor, and his voice echoed in the empty room, sounding a little weird.

The Emperor had been watching the puppet for a long time, neither speaking nor showing any intention of leaving, as if he was immersed in his own world and unable to extricate himself.

"Well, if you just want to mock me for not attending this family gathering, just say it directly, or just scold me. There's no need to beat around the bush."

The Emperor finally spoke, his voice filled with a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

He knew in his heart that as a father and leader, he did have many shortcomings in handling family relationships, but under the circumstances at the time, various affairs came one after another, leaving him no time to take care of them.

He even felt that if he were in the position of regent at the time, he might also push some troubles onto Malcador, so he did not blame the regent for his words at this time.

Seeing that the Emperor truly didn't know who was missing, the Regent stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "Magnus didn't attend. Did you really not know? Did you not even notice that your own son was missing?"

There was a hint of anger in his words, but at the same time he felt sad for Magnus in his heart, for having such a father who seemed indifferent and didn't care much about his children's situation.

The emperor looked away panickingly, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

In fact, if Xi hadn't said it, he really wouldn't have noticed that he had lost a son.

I feel a little guilty inside, but I don't know how to face it and make up for it.

"Alas." The puppet let out a long sigh, breaking the brief silence, and then went on to explain Magnus's situation in detail.

"While rescuing other planets, he encountered extremely powerful aliens. Those aliens possessed countless psionic inhibitors, products of human technology from the golden age.

"Those suppressors were originally intended to help humans whose psychic powers had gone out of control return to normal life. Unexpectedly, they were used on Magnus by those xenos. Well, what was the situation at the time? As the Primarch, he was attacked at close range and even had a knife cut on his face. The knife was also poisoned."

The more the regent spoke, the more incredible it seemed, and his tone was filled with confusion and disbelief.

She even began to doubt the authenticity of the information reported to her by the Thousand Sons. After all, the Primarch was an extremely powerful being in everyone's cognition, and now such a thing was happening to Magnus.

Although it seems outrageous, it also seems to be somewhat reasonable given his style of doing things and the trajectory of his fate.

"How is he now?" The emperor's voice was now filled with a father's nervous concern for his child's personal safety and life. His usual majesty and calmness were now mixed with a bit of anxiety. He stared at the puppet, as if he wanted to know the exact answer from it immediately so that his heart could settle down.

"Ahriman and his men used psychic divination, praying for a solution to the poison on their Primarch."

Having said this, the puppet paused slightly, with a hint of emotion in his words.

As expected of the son of Magnus, when faced with difficulties, the first thing he thought of was to use psychic powers to find a solution.

Upon hearing this, the emperor fell silent.

"Then Tzeentch responded to them and gave them the real antidote for the first time." The puppet continued, with a hint of surprise in his words.

Who would have thought that Jianqi, who has always been known for his cunning and fickle nature and his love for disrupting the situation, would actually do a good thing this time. This is really unexpected.

"..." Upon hearing this, the emperor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His tense body relaxed a little, and the tension in his eyes faded a little.

Seeing this, the puppet spoke again: "Regarding Magnus's current situation..."

In the magnificent arena of Prospero, the sunlight shone like a sharp blade, reflecting a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Magnus, with his agile figure and sharp blade in hand, was engaging in a fierce contest with his offspring, focusing on honing his physical strength and exquisite swordsmanship.

The striking scar on King Prospero's face was slowly healing like a winding centipede, but against the backdrop of his red skin, it still looked hideous and terrifying, as if telling of the thrilling experience he had experienced.

The setback he suffered in the last fierce battle with the alien shook his psychic beliefs, which he was proud of deep in his heart, and his confidence suffered an unprecedented impact.

After all, as the Primarch, he had never suffered such a great loss at the hands of any other being in the past years. This sudden failure was like a heavy slap in the face, severely slapping his self-esteem.

What bothered him even more was that because of the deadly poison of those aliens, he missed the rare gathering with his brothers during his coma.

Whenever he thought of this, an indescribable feeling of regret and annoyance welled up in his heart.

Recalling that battle, his descendants were willing to risk their lives for him. Even though they were a hundred miles away, they rushed to the extremely dangerous battlefield without hesitation and rushed into the alien's butcher knife without fear.

They fell one after another, using their own lives to buy him precious time to retreat, allowing other descendants to escape from danger with him who was poisoned and unconscious.

This was undoubtedly a deep shame for Magnus.

He had never imagined that he would let his descendants fall into such a desperate situation, nor had he ever experienced such unforgettable failure and guilt.

Now, he practices swordsmanship tirelessly in this arena every day, doing his utmost to hone his physical strength. Together with all the Thousand Sons, he grits his teeth and perseveres in the interweaving of sweat and blood, silently waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

He wanted to personally kill the alien leader with his sword, and do it in the field where the aliens were best at, using absolute strength and fearless courage to wash away this shame.

To comfort the spirits of his descendants who sacrificed their lives for him, and to regain the glory and dignity that belonged to himself and the Thousand Sons Legion.

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Chapter 174 Talking about the true purpose of the gods!

"So he's now completely focused on training his body and martial arts. Given Magnus's temperament and abilities, it won't be long before we hear news that he's recaptured those lost planets, or even destroyed the entire alien race."

The Regent spoke in a steady tone as he manipulated the puppet to sway slightly.

His words were full of trust in Magnus. Despite the tragic defeat he had suffered before, in the eyes of the Regent, Magnus's strength and determination should not be underestimated. As long as he set a goal, he would definitely go all out to achieve it.

The Emperor listened to the Regent's words and nodded slowly. His eyes held a deep thoughtfulness. They actually had a different perspective on Magnus's previous failure.

In their view, this may not be a bad thing.

After all, Magnus has always relied too much on psychic power, and is used to using that powerful psychic power to crush his opponents in battle. Although this has made him invincible in many battles, it has also laid hidden dangers.

This setback at the hands of the alien served as a wake-up call for him, making him realize that he couldn't rely solely on psychic power; physical strength and martial arts skills were equally important.

This failure is like a profound lesson, which will prompt Magnus to make up for his shortcomings and improve himself in all aspects.

When he has honed his body and martial arts skills to a strong enough level, combined with his already outstanding psychic powers, he will be able to face various enemies with greater ease in the future.

Moreover, after experiencing this setback, Magnus will probably be more calm in his mentality and will no longer be as likely to make mistakes due to overconfidence as before.

The wooden idol was suddenly struck by some thought, or perhaps a key idea flashed through the mind of the Regent far away on Terra. It slowly opened its mouth and asked the Emperor: "What do you think of the freedom of the gods?"

The Emperor was slightly taken aback. He was genuinely puzzled as to why the Regent would raise such a question at this moment, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and responded with a hint of disdain:

"They have no freedom, or rather, they are slaves of authority. The gods appear to be high and mighty, possessing boundless power, but in reality they are forever trapped within their own domain, unable to break free. Even the great demons formed from fragments of their authority are, to some extent, freer than they are."

As the Emperor spoke, a hint of mockery towards the gods appeared on his face. In his view, those so-called gods were nothing more than beings bound by their own limitations.

The puppet heard this and nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with the Emperor's words. He then elaborated on his own views on the gods:

"Just like the Warp, it seems infinitely vast, so vast that it can accommodate the emotions and wills of all living beings in the world. It seems like a chaotic place without boundaries."

"But in reality, it is incredibly small. Those Chaos Gods cannot truly enter the real universe. They can only be trapped within it, shackled by eternal life."

"And during that endless time, their only pleasure seemed to be fighting and oppressing each other, then doing everything they could to disrupt the order of the world and bring endless disasters and chaos to the real universe."

The puppet's voice was steady, but it also revealed the gods' seemingly powerful but helpless situation.

The Emperor nodded again, approving of what the puppet had said.

In their cognition, although the gods have extraordinary powers, they also have many unspeakable helplessness and limitations, and are far from omnipotent.

"And the invisible parts of them that I saw were all tightly bound by the threads of fate, forever fastening them to their thrones, forcing them to await the true moment of their end."

The regent continued to express his views through the puppet, his words revealing a sense of insight, as if he could see through the fate of the gods hidden beneath the surface.

The Emperor couldn't help but frown.

"So the Primarch is something they must fight for. They need something beyond authority, a body that can truly descend into the real universe, and the feeling of being able to show off to their brothers after obtaining this new toy, the Primarch."

The puppet finally revealed the key point and explained why the Chaos Gods were eyeing the Primarch.

The emperor listened to the puppet's words and agreed with them deeply. In fact, he had known about this for a long time.

After all, if those Chaos Gods had no desire for the Primarch, they would have joined forces long ago in the process of snatching or creating the Primarch, and would not have been defeated one by one by him.

"In fact, there is another way to descend into the real universe besides the Primarch." The Regent controlled the puppet and spoke these chilling words word by word.

"You should see that, Randan."

The slightly mechanical voice of the puppet echoed in the silent space, as if carrying a mysterious and heavy atmosphere.

The Emperor nodded slightly, then added, "It influences the thoughts of life in the real universe, allowing them to, through a ritual neither too small nor too small, allow a wisp of the gods' consciousness to merge into their bodies."

There was a hint of solemnity in the emperor's eyes. After all, this was a situation they had all experienced personally, and they were well aware of the danger and weirdness contained therein.

"But the power they exert is not that great. We can destroy them in the blink of an eye."

There was a hint of contempt in the Emperor's tone, as if the divine consciousnesses that descended in this way were nothing to be afraid of in the face of his strength.

However, as the subject changed, his expression became serious.

"But the Randan have been influenced for ten thousand years. Every death and rebirth of their souls is planned by God."

His words were full of regret for Ran Dan's experience and fear of the methods of the gods behind it.