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"That multi-threading ability makes me think that he is very suitable for the position of war commander." Xi felt that this ability was very suitable for being a military commander.

"Yes, you're right. Thirteen's multi-tasking abilities are indeed well-suited for the position of Warmaster. He can handle the complexities of multiple battlefields simultaneously and make precise commands and decisions." The Emperor nodded slightly, seemingly approving of Xi's insight. "However, I already have a candidate for Warmaster."

Chapter 22 Conversation

"Alright? Then tell me about the other Primarchs' abilities."

The Emperor's gaze shifted from the Fourteenth Primarch's incubator, as if contemplating his next words. "He possesses immense resilience and will be an indestructible warrior."

But Xi took over his words with a serious expression, continuing, "I have seen his future. His fate is shrouded in a shadow of stagnation and decay. Only by deeply understanding and calmly accepting death can he break free from his constraints and find redemption."

The Emperor said, "That is not important. Prophecy is like a phantom in the fog, always misleading people's judgment and never truly accurate."

"But even so, we still need to take precautions against various possible situations." Xi said seriously.

The Emperor did not answer.

But they didn't dwell on the topic too much, which makes it difficult to draw a conclusion.

The three of them walked together to the incubator of Primarch No. 15.

The Emperor gazed at Primarch No. 15 in the incubator, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Number 15 possesses spiritual abilities and physical strength that surpass most of his brothers. Of course, he also inherited my amazing wisdom." His tone was full of pride.

Xi couldn't help but jokingly said, "Your amazing wisdom? I'm a little skeptical. Look, Number 15 possesses such powerful strength. If he doesn't have a brain, wouldn't it be a waste?"

The Emperor frowned slightly in displeasure, but still boasted, "I am still very smart."

Xi's face was filled with suspicion, and her tone was teasing: "Really? Do you want me to talk about those terrible policies you've enacted in the past? Or the stupid things you've done in the past?"

When the emperor heard this, his face instantly became embarrassed. Only a few people knew about his dark history, and she was one of them.

He quickly changed the subject, motioning for them to look at the next Primarch: "That's better not to do. Let's move on to the next one."

The Emperor walked quickly towards the Sixteenth Primarch's cultivation chamber, his eyes filled with nostalgia and longing.

Xi didn't even use her brain, she could figure it out with her toes. This was another meal replacement that could make Neos show such an expression.

The Emperor's words were filled with tenderness: "He is the most benevolent Primarch, a natural-born Warmaster. I have endowed him with powerful military abilities. He will become my Sagittarius, responsible for military affairs after the expedition."

"Do you even understand politics? If you let one Primarch rule over his brothers, will the other Primarchs agree with him?" Xi's tone was extremely helpless. Her beautiful face looked at the Emperor with confusion, not understanding how he had built this empire.

"But this is our child. We can't plot against him like this." There was a hint of blame in the emperor's tone.

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Although he was defeated today, he might not be able to completely gain the upper hand in other aspects, but the Emperor used blood ties and emotions to restrain Xi, so that she would support No. 16 more in becoming the Warmaster.

"Hurry up, next one." Xi frowned slightly, as if she was a little impatient with the current topic or situation, and the words came out of her beautiful lips that looked like two bright petals.

Under the Emperor's lingering gaze, he slowly moved from the Sixteenth Primarch's incubator to the Seventeenth, his voice filled with solemnity and anticipation: "Seventeenth, he possesses powerful abilities in prophecy and psychic powers. He will be a staunch supporter of the Imperial Truth, bringing unprecedented true rationality to the Imperium and leading it towards a brighter future."

"I hope so. As long as he doesn't hold us back, we'll be thankful." Xi sighed helplessly, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

She looked at the Primarch, her heart no longer filled with hope. "In this world with gods, the path to truth is filled with hardships and challenges, making success difficult."

They did not stay in the culture chamber of Primarch No. 17 for too long.

Xi stared at the incubator of Primarch No. 18, a hint of surprise in her eyes: "It seems that you have put in a lot of effort to create an immortal version of the Primarch."

The Emperor smiled faintly and proudly introduced her: "Indeed, the Eighteenth Primarch not only possesses the abilities of an Eternal, but also possesses a powerful body. He will be my hammer, clearing all obstacles for our Empire."

Then, he turned his gaze to the Nineteenth Primarch and introduced him together: "The Nineteenth Primarch is the King of Shadows. He is very good at lurking and assassinating, and can quietly approach and assassinate enemy commanders on the battlefield.

His legions are equally adept at this, and can exert great influence on the battlefield."

As Xi listened to the Emperor's introduction, she couldn't help but feel full of anticipation for these Primarchs.

These Primarchs will become the backbone of the Empire's future and contribute their own strength to the prosperity and stability of the Empire.

The Emperor had indeed thought very carefully about this, designing each Primarch to be an expert in a certain area, and each of them possessed unparalleled abilities in their respective fields.

"However, it seems that something is missing..." Xi muttered to herself. Her eyes swept back and forth among the many Primarch culture chambers, as if looking for something, and looked at the last Primarch.

"Are we lacking a spy-type Primarch?" The Emperor seemed to see through Xi's thoughts. He smiled slightly and said, "And Primarch No. 20, his secret guard, is responsible for gathering intelligence and punishing traitors to ensure the safety of the Imperium."

"I didn't expect you to think this far. Not bad, you're quite smart."

Xi nodded slightly, her eyes full of emotion.

"I hope you can use your amazing wisdom in a more useful place in the future."

After all, as a politician, in the construction of an empire, the importance of the intelligence system is no less than that of military power.

Especially in the absence of the Iron Man, with a Primarch who is good at espionage, the Empire's intelligence collection and analysis capabilities will be greatly improved.

"I have always been very wise," the Emperor retorted. "In the past, many historical inventions were made by me, or were created by me..."

"Alright, alright. I know you've always been very intelligent." Xi interrupted the Emperor with a smile. She extended her finger and gently tapped the Emperor's chest. "Look, aren't you boasting again? However, I must admit that your inventions and creations have indeed brought a lot of changes and progress to this world."

"Would you like to talk to me later about your secret plan?" Xi's voice was filled with curiosity and anticipation. She wanted to know what the emperor was planning.

"No, next time," said the Emperor, looking at Alma who was observing the condition of the Primarch.

Chapter 23 Dinner

In the Regent's bedroom.

She had just returned from the original body's genetic laboratory. She had changed out of her white lab coat and put on an elegant evening gown. After all, life must have a sense of ritual, especially when it comes to eating.

Xi sat beside a luxuriously decorated dining table with flickering candlelight. Various delicacies were neatly arranged on the table, colorful and fragrant, like a beautiful painting.

Vivian and Villiers, these were prepared for her by her two maids, after all, it was already dinner time.

In the eyes of the maids, every move of the king exudes invisibly charm, just like a walking art.

Her demeanor exudes nobility and elegance, as if she were an aristocratic woman walking out of a classical oil painting.

She gently picked up a crystal clear goblet, and the red wine in the glass sparkled with an alluring luster under the light.

Xi took a sip and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and warm.

Then, she gracefully picked up a piece of pastry that was carved like a work of art, and gently touched it with her fingertips, feeling the delicacy and softness of the pastry.

She looked at it carefully, as if admiring a precious cultural relic, her eyes sparkling with love and pursuit of beautiful things.

But good things don’t always unfold so beautifully.

Her attendants had to report to her.

They walked in tremblingly to meet their supreme god.

Opposite Xi, her subordinates lowered their heads, knelt on the ground, and respectfully presented their work progress reports with both hands.

"We swear to follow your will to the death, fearing no hardship or obstacle."

"Under your guidance, we have demolished the once prosperous but now dilapidated Terran nests around the Imperial Palace one by one, completely clearing away the stains and hidden dangers on this land."

"When you once again take your seat in the grand city, the city-state forged of steel, you will see a brand new scene."

"We have carefully replaced the metal facilities for you, making the city shine even brighter and more brilliantly to show your supreme glory and dignity."

Their voices were low and nervous, fearing that their words would disturb the noble goddess.

Their hearts were filled with admiration and fear for Xi.

But when they faced her, at this moment, they saw the real god. Facing the pressure of the god, they could only bear this pressure silently, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

To outsiders, the entire palace was filled with a solemn and mysterious atmosphere, as if a sacred ceremony was taking place.

Xi's every move is full of ritual and dignity, and her presence makes the entire space full of brilliance and vitality.

Her subordinates, on the other hand, played the role of devout believers in this ceremony, using their loyalty and awe to highlight Xi's extraordinary and greatness.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What on earth is going on? I just want to enjoy a quiet dinner, but my subordinates keep interrupting me, insisting on reporting on their work. And when they report on their work, their expressions are solemn, as if they're performing a solemn pilgrimage. It's making my meal feel a bit uncomfortable."

Then she smiled softly, a smile so warm and bright that it seemed to dispel any gloom. "Alas, my dears, there's no need for such formality. Rise, and look at this table. There's a dazzling array of delicacies, and there's still much to be tasted. Why not take this opportunity to join me in this delicious feast and enjoy this rare leisure time together?"

Her voice was soft and magnetic, warming the hearts of everyone present.

The originally tense atmosphere of the pilgrims suddenly became relaxed because of her words.

The subordinates looked at each other, with a hint of surprise and emotion in their eyes.

So they all stood up, bowed respectfully, and then sat around the table reverently to enjoy this sumptuous dinner with her.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere seemed a little solemn and restrained.

Everyone was a believer, and facing her, a true god-like being, they couldn't help but feel awe and nervousness in their hearts.

They ate their meal carefully, fearing that they might accidentally do something disrespectful.

But she didn't seem to notice this atmosphere, or maybe she just wanted to see them like this.

She tasted the delicacies on the table gracefully, occasionally chatting lightly with the maid beside her, her face filled with a smile of joy and satisfaction.

Her maids stood respectfully behind her, ready to serve her at any time.

Her every move seemed so appropriate and graceful, as if she was performing a silent dance.

Vivian carefully handed her the cutlery and wiped the corners of her mouth, and every action was full of admiration and loyalty to her master.

Although the atmosphere at the table was a bit restrained, the dinner went very smoothly under her leadership.

In her own way, she relieved "the tension that had put her in this alternative pilgrimage ritual" so that she could enjoy the meal more relaxedly.

However, the awe and tension in everyone's hearts did not completely dissipate.

"Aren't you going to eat? Or what?"

Only after the king's questioning did they dare to sit down on the gorgeous silver-white chairs, stretch their stiff bodies, carefully pick up their cutlery, and put the food into their mouths slowly.

She didn't dare make any sound, for fear of disturbing the king and attracting her attention, which would make her seem ungentlemanly.

Like quails, they lowered their heads and looked nervously at the relatively scarce and delicate food on their plates.

There was a tense and oppressive atmosphere among these people.

Everyone moved their forks carefully, cutting off the cake on the plate little by little at a time, and then gently putting it into their mouths, trying not to make any noise.

Their bodies were controlled by their brains like machines, and they were afraid that any indecent behavior in such a situation would cause the king's displeasure.

Therefore, they could only suppress their inner excitement and longing and try their best to keep their behavior proper and elegant.

Although the atmosphere was tense, this was a rare opportunity for them. Being able to have dinner with the king was an honor they would never forget in their lives.

Therefore, they tried their best to cherish this moment and show their best side to the king.

As the King waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to stand up, they knew they were leaving, their faces filled with excitement and glory that were difficult to conceal.

They bid farewell to the King with respect and reverence, and every movement revealed their admiration and gratitude for this supreme being.

Led by the maids, they evacuated the palace in an orderly manner, leaving the bedroom where they once had dinner with the god.

Every step seemed so solemn and sacred, as if it was a silent ceremony.

Their hearts were filled with indescribable joy and pride. To dine with the King was not only an honor, but also the greatest honor.

Such an experience is enough to make their compatriots envious, and even become a legend throughout the world.

"This is incredible!" they whispered to each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "We actually have the opportunity to have dinner with the King! This is like a dream!"

Even Tao Yuanming, who was once famous among them, had never received such an honor.

After leaving the palace, they couldn't wait to share this glory with more people, especially their compatriots, and especially Yuanming.

It would be a story for the ages, a legend of their dinner with the King.

Chapter 24 Sleep

After being interrupted by the servants and her wonderful dinner time ended a little hurriedly, she decided to comfort herself in a special way - enjoying a luxurious massage.

After dinner, you have to enjoy yourself. Xi was lying comfortably on the maid's legs to rest. Her soft white hair gently rested on the maid's white thighs, making her look peaceful and elegant.

The body is completely relaxed, like a blooming lotus, immersed in tranquility and serenity.

Under the soft light, her skin glowed with a faint luster, like delicate porcelain.

Vivian stood beside her, gently placed her hands on her shoulders, and began a delicate and affectionate massage.

Even though she was a woman, even though she was so close to the king every day, she was afraid that she would fall into the abyss of desire and surrender to this beautiful body.

Her fingertips seemed to carry magic, gently wandering on the other person's skin, sometimes pressing gently, sometimes kneading delicately, and every movement was full of the pursuit and respect for beauty.

His hands slid slowly down, following the curve of his spine, pushing gently as if awakening dormant powers.

She increased her strength on the waist and gently pressed with her palms to help the other person relieve the fatigue of the day.