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At first glance, this puppet looks like an ordinary human being, but if you look closely, you will find that its craftsmanship is exquisite and every detail is lifelike.

Behind the Lord of Humanity followed a group of guards in golden armor.

Their steps were in perfect unison, their armor gleaming brightly in the sunlight, and every movement they made demonstrated their powerful strength and impeccable discipline.

A group of Olympia's senior officials had been waiting here for a long time. They were dressed in gorgeous and solemn clothes, with expressions of awe and anticipation on their faces.

The moment they saw the Lord of Mankind appear, everyone bowed their heads in salute, expressing their highest respect.

"Thank you for taking such good care of Perturabo, allowing him to grow up healthily."

The puppet that had been sitting quietly on the shoulder of the Lord of Mankind suddenly made a clear and pleasant sound.

Then, it moved slightly, signaling the Emperor to put it down.

The Lord of Mankind gently raised his hand and carefully placed the puppet on the ground.

The puppet walked lightly in front of the people in Olympia, bowed slightly, and made an elegant gesture of thanks.

When everyone in Olympia saw this scene, they were stunned.

They opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief.

In their perception, puppets are nothing more than inanimate objects.

But the puppet in front of me is so vivid.

It seemed as if it had a soul of its own, and every move was full of vitality and agility, which was beyond their imagination.

"You are..." Perturabo looked at the puppet in front of him, felt a sense of familiarity, and was full of doubts in his heart, so he couldn't help but ask.

The Primarch stared intently at the puppet, trying to find some familiar feeling from it.

"I am your mother, Regent of the Empire. This puppet allows me to interact with my son from far away on Terra."

The puppet, Xi, said in an extremely intimate and gentle tone.

Her voice was filled with deep maternal love, as if it had crossed endless time and space and distance, directly touching the softest part of Perturabo's heart.

The Lord of Mankind, who had been standing silently by, took a few steps forward. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble.

"I need to talk to you alone."

The emperor's voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the air like a huge bell.

Perturabo nodded slightly, without the slightest hesitation.

The Lord of Steel followed in the footsteps of the Lord of Mankind, feeling both nervous and expectant.

Xi stood where she was, following the direction Perturabo and the Emperor left, thinking silently in her heart: I hope the Emperor can speak nicely.

Kelly Fanny walked forward curiously, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the magical puppet in front of her that was the same size as her. Her face was full of amazement, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency, Regent, did you really make this with a puppet? It's amazing!"

"Of course, Ms. Kelly Fanny."

The puppet tilted its head slightly, and a friendly and warm smile instantly bloomed on its face. That smile seemed to have a unique infectious power that made people feel close to it.

"And there's no need to call me Regent, just call me Xi."

"But you are..."

Kelly Finney still found it a little unbelievable, after all, the other party had such a noble and important identity.

She always felt something was wrong with being addressed so casually.

"These are just identities, aren't they?"

Xi responded with a smile, her tone revealing an open-minded and easygoing tone.

It seems that the titles and identities that others value are nothing more than insignificant external labels in her eyes.

"Okay, Ms. Xi... Ms. Xi."

Kelly Finney hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Xi's wishes and changed the name, but only when she called it out loud.

I'm still a little uncomfortable, and there's a hint of restraint in my voice.

……

Perturabo followed the Emperor quietly, and the scene looked like an ordinary family with a father walking in front and his son following obediently behind.

It exudes a unique warmth and harmony.

The Primarch's heart was very complicated at the moment. On the one hand, he was happy. It was an emotion that came from the deep desire for family affection and belonging in his heart being somewhat satisfied.

After all, the person in front of him is the Lord of Humanity. Being able to follow him like this feels like he has finally found someone he can rely on and talk to.

But on the other hand, he was struggling.

The ironclad philosophy he had long held kept echoing in his mind, as if sternly admonishing him:

You shouldn't be so sentimental, you shouldn't show such a tender side. What you should believe in is steel, that cold, hard steel without any emotion mixed in it.

Everything should be treated with iron will and rules.

This contradictory psychology kept tugging at him, putting him in a dilemma.

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Chapter 180 The Twisted Monster

In that vast and empty wilderness, there was silence all around, with only the rustling sound of the grass in the breeze.

The Emperor suddenly stopped and slowly turned his gaze to Perturabo who was following behind him, his eyes revealing a seriousness and solemnity.

"After you return to the empire, I will give you some tasks that you don't like. Can you accept them?"

The Emperor's voice was steady and low, echoing across the empty wilderness, yet it struck Perturabo's heart like a heavy hammer.

Perturabo's beautiful expression, which was originally full of anticipation and joy, suddenly became like a broken mirror, with cracks appearing on it.

The Primarch subconsciously clasped his hands together tightly, as if trying to suppress the complex emotions welling up in his heart.

But in just a moment, he seemed to realize something, quickly put his hand down, and tried to calm himself down.

However, the Emperor was currently preoccupied with Perturabo's response and did not notice these subtle changes.

In fact, the Emperor was also a little nervous. He was afraid that Perturabo would refuse outright. You know, if that happened, the Empire would lack a legion that could handle those difficult and even "dirty jobs".

"I can accept that." After a moment's silence, Perturabo nodded slightly, but the movement seemed a little stiff.

"Child, the Empire needs you, and so does humanity. I hope you can truly enjoy this career."

The Lord of Mankind spoke, stretching out his hands and gently hugging Perturabo's shoulders. His eyes were sincere and honest, and his tone was full of expectations. Anyone who saw him would be moved by his serious look.

"I will." Perturabo responded, but there was a dark side to him that the Lord of Mankind could not see.

His hands were secretly clenched into fists, and those clenched fists revealed his true emotions deep in his heart - although he had no choice but to accept those unknown and unpleasant tasks, how could the resistance and unwillingness in his heart easily dissipate?

…………

Perturabo returned to the palace alone, feeling lost and angry.

After only a few words with the so-called "father", he hurried away.

At this moment, his heart was full of self-mockery: Look, even the emperor, like his adoptive father, is just using him.

However, he only dared to think so bravely when there was no one around.

The palace he came to was built by his adoptive father Dammecus himself after he unified Olympia.

Every brick and stone, every beam and pillar embodies his hard work and talent.

However, at this moment, he did not feel any sense of accomplishment.

He unconsciously walked towards where his sister Kelly Fanny was. In his opinion, Kelly Fanny had neither a deep understanding of the art he was obsessed with nor could she resonate with him on the level of reason and soul.

Every time we talked, all she said and did was what she called "love".

How could the Lord of Steel take the little love between mortals to heart?

As soon as he stepped into the door, a burst of sweet laughter came out.

He listened carefully and found that it was the voice of his mother Xi and his sister Kelly Fanny.

"Is this Perturabo's work? It looks exquisite, and the ones next to it are beautiful too."

Xi's voice was soft and gentle, as if carrying a hint of warmth, and it came slowly from the house.

It can be heard that she and Kelly Fanny had a very pleasant conversation, as if they had met too late.

"Yes, the one next to it is my brother's work. He gave it to me."

Kelly Fanny's answer reached Perturabo's ears clearly.

Those works carried his former passion and dreams, but listening to them now makes him feel mixed emotions.

In an instant, Perturabo's breathing became rapid, and his heart fell into extreme struggle.

Yuan was filled with anxiety and fear, fearing that Kelly Fanny would mention to his mother that he had bullied Andos, a dark history that he had always wanted to bury deep in his heart.

At the same time, he was also afraid that his sister would talk about the time when he was defeated by Andos in the statue competition, which was a failure that he, as the Primarch, could not talk about.

Impulsively, he wanted to rush in and interrupt their conversation, burying any secrets that might be mentioned forever. However, just as he raised his foot, reason pulled him back.

He froze in place, his feet seemed to be nailed down, unable to move at all.

"Can you give me Perturabo's work?" Xi's voice came again. This time, there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, which made Kelly Fanny unable to resist for a moment.

"Okay, but why don't you let Perturabo do it for you yourself?" Kelly Fanny asked in confusion.

"I didn't raise Perturabo, so I don't think I'll ever get a piece of his own."

There was a hint of regret in Xi's voice as she explained patiently.

Perturabo couldn't help but snort when he heard these conversations, then turned and left.

He was quite disdainful of his mother's sentimental behavior, and felt that it was difficult for her to accept that she was so emotional as the regent of the empire.

In his consistent understanding, women always seem to be so easy to fall into the quagmire of sentimentality, even if she stands at the pinnacle of imperial power, she is not immune to it.

However, the corner of his mouth that accidentally cracked was like a hidden crack, quietly revealing his true self deep in his heart - the self who originally longed for love and care.

Perturabo seemed to suddenly realize his own briefly exposed weakness and immediately removed the smile from his face, his expression becoming cold and stern again.

The Primarch sternly warned himself in his heart that as a Primarch, he must be strong both inside and out, and must never let this bit of fragility and desire for love become his weakness.

A will of steel should be like an indestructible fortress, resisting all emotional erosion. Only in this way can one protect one's beliefs and pursuits in this cruel universe.

……

"You came back too late."

The Emperor stood inside the Golden Dream and spoke to the puppet in front of him - Xi, with a barely perceptible hint of anxiety and concern in his tone.

"I met some interesting people and had a great time chatting with them, so I stayed up a little late."

Xi's voice came out from the puppet, with a bit of lightness and joy, as if she was still immersed in the atmosphere of her conversation with Kelly Fanny just now.

"We should go, you know, we have some things to do."

The Emperor frowned slightly and looked out the window of the ship, as if he could see the urgent matters that needed to be resolved in the universe.

"As for the rest, let the soldiers of the Fourth Legion tell Perturabo!"

"Okay." Xi responded. Although there was a hint of regret in her tone, she also understood that the "matter" the emperor was talking about was of vital importance and could not be delayed.

With this response, a brief stay came to an end.

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Chapter 181: Randan Battle Report and Ambitious Guilliman

In the vast and boundless Sabi galaxy, a thrilling war is in full swing.

The Randan forces invested more and more power in this battle, and every mobilization was like dropping a heavy chess piece on the chessboard of the universe.

Countless brilliant planets were caught in the fierce battle between the Empire and Randan.

Like a fragile sand castle encountered by a surging tide, it vanished in an instant.

Only cosmic dust and debris are left floating in the darkness, witnessing the cruelty of the war.

The Astartes, these battle-hardened warriors with extraordinary strength, listen to the Emperor's sacred commands, obey the orders of the Warmaster, and follow closely in the Primarch's firm footsteps.

They fought side by side with hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliary troops, piling up the skulls of Randan warriors into small hills in a remote corner on the edge of this desolate galaxy.