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The Primarch's posture is upright and agile, the king of the grassland, controlling everything on this land.

However, at this moment his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of irritation and displeasure.

Recently, the two uninvited guests frequently appeared in his sight, and each time they pretended to be an accidental encounter.

This made Chagatai very annoyed. He shouted in his heart countless times, hoping that these two people would leave quickly and not disturb his peaceful life on this grassland again.

The Primarch didn't understand why these two people were so crazy and obsessed with him, appearing on his path again and again, trying to get his attention.

If it doesn't work, just say something.

Just when Chagatai was feeling annoyed, the strange puppet appeared again.

The puppet was walking towards him with stiff steps, swaying from side to side, and behind the puppet was still the emperor who was dressed in coarse linen but radiated golden light.

The emperor's eyes were deep and mysterious, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The puppet walked straight to Chagatai. Although it was not even as tall as Chagatai's thigh, it seemed to have changed its appearance at this moment, exuding an unquestionable majesty. It raised its head and said loudly to Chagatai:

"I am your mother, the regent of the empire. Now you must follow me back to the empire. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, the puppet clenched his fists.

Chagatai looked down at the tiny puppet in front of him, listening to its threatening words, and felt very complicated.

On the one hand, he could indeed feel a powerful aura from the puppet, which forced him to face up to this seemingly weak existence; but on the other hand, the puppet's short stature and stiff movements, coupled with its tough attitude at the moment, formed a strong contrast, which made Chagatai feel an inexplicable sense of humor and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

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Chapter 194 Chagatai: It's unfortunate to have such parents

Chagatai slowly lowered his head, his gaze first falling on the puppet in front of him, and then moving to the emperor next to him who was emitting dazzling golden light.

Chogoris's eagle narrowed its eyes slightly and sighed inwardly, "Hmm, this is really an old-fashioned aesthetic."

In this solemn and slightly tense atmosphere, this thought seemed like an inappropriate episode, but only he knew it.

At this moment, a strange and powerful force quietly pressed down on his body. The invisible force made him feel an invisible restraint.

Chagatai knew that he would not be able to escape easily today and he had to give a response.

The Primarch raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Okay, but I have a question that you need to answer."

When the puppet heard this, a flicker of emotion flashed in its empty eyes, and it replied, "Well, go ahead."

Chagatai's gaze flickered between the puppet and the Emperor. After a moment, he spoke in a calm and searching tone, "I want to know what my meaning is? What is my mission? I want to find the value of my existence."

After saying this, he stared at the Emperor closely, as if eager to get an answer from this mysterious being.

However, the Emperor kept his lips tightly closed and said nothing, like a silent, golden statue.

Seeing this, Chagatai curled his lips helplessly and simply treated the emperor as a glowing sculpture with no reaction.

Then, the Primarch lowered his head and refocused his gaze on the puppet.

Xi felt Chagatai's probing gaze, paused slightly, and slowly said:

"As the Primarch, you are a transcendental being created for the benefit of all of humanity. In our plan for you, you will lead humanity to regain its position as the master of the galaxy, eliminate all aliens, and return humanity to the glory of the Golden Age. And you will enjoy all the glory brought by humanity."

She spoke with extreme caution, weighing every word carefully, trying to answer the question in a roundabout way, not wanting to touch too much on more private topics.

After hearing this, Chagatai shook his head slightly, obviously not satisfied with this answer:

"What you said is just like the instincts of living things. Sheep eat grass, and eagles soar in the sky and hunt. It's just an established behavioral pattern, not the meaning I really want to explore."

Hearing Chagatai's response, Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Chagatai would ask some extremely secretive and difficult to answer questions.

After calming herself down a bit, she continued:

"You will have to find that for yourself, child. Just as the Emperor seeks the rebirth of humanity, I will seek rest after all is over, and your brother Guilliman will seek peace for the Five Hundred Worlds."

"Your own meaning needs to be thought about and discovered by yourself. As you said, what we impose on you will only become an instinct, not a meaning that you truly identify with."

After hearing this, Chagatai fell into deep thought.

A breeze blew, ruffling his hair, and the green grass on the grassland rustled, as if whispering to his thoughts.

"Join the Empire! Conquer more worlds, understand the vastness of the universe, and witness more life and existence. Only then can you find the meaning of what you insist on."

Xi's voice was soft at first, but as if it had an invisible power, it gradually rose and reached the ears of the Primarch Chagatai clearly.

The emperor who had been a "glowing statue" for a long time nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Xi's words.

However, the only response they received was Chagatai's silence as he fell into thought.

As the Primarch, Chagatai possesses a vast and boundless reserve of knowledge, like a vast treasure house of wisdom.

In his eyes, everything in the world is as transparent as can be, and he can see through its essence at a glance.

The Primarch's abilities are like the sharp eyes of an eagle, able to see the truth hidden behind most things.

But precisely because of this extraordinary insight, everything in the world appears to him as straightforward and simple as words written on paper.

Take the unification of Chogoris for example. The inner thoughts and plots of those opponents who had fought fiercely with him were all clearly understood by the Primarch Chagatai with just a little thought. The details were as rich as if he had seen them with his own eyes, and the angles were so comprehensive that nothing was missed.

Although this ability to see through everything at a glance makes him invincible in the process of conquest, it also makes him feel confused from time to time, because it seems that nothing can really stir up the waves in his heart. He longs to find a deeper meaning that he can strive for.

Finally, Chagatai slowly raised his head, his gaze firm and deep. He said, "Okay, I agree, but this is not to satisfy your selfish desires, but for the sake of your promise—to make humanity great again. In this vast galaxy, humanity should be the only light."

The Primarch's tone was solemn and serious, as if he was making a sacred oath. He looked straight at his "parents" in front of him, and his eyes contained both a promise and a hidden warning, advising them not to say one thing in front of him and do another behind his back.

Upon hearing Chagatai's promise, the puppet instantly became excited and kicked the emperor with joy.

The kick was so powerful that it knocked the emperor down onto the vast grassland.

Then, the puppet flew up, rode on the emperor, and started beating and kicking him, while constantly scolding him:

"Your crappy plan, you only know your crappy plan, what kind of plan is that? It's just a chance encounter, it's just a chance encounter, can't you just open your mouth?"

That look was as if he was venting all his previous dissatisfaction.

Chagatai, who was standing aside, had a slightly serious expression on his face due to the decision he had made, but it froze in an instant, and he fell into deeper silence.

Qiaoglis's eagle opened its eyes wide, looking at the absurd scene in front of it in disbelief, and a feeling of helplessness arose in its heart.

He suddenly felt that it was really unfortunate that he had such a pair of "parents".

At this moment, he even began to mourn for his brothers, thinking that it was really difficult for them to have parents with such an "abstract" style of behavior. All kinds of complex emotions were intertwined, which was really difficult to describe.

Chagatai couldn't bear to look at the chaotic and absurd scene before him, so he gently pulled the reins. The horse under his crotch neighed, raised its front hooves, turned around, and walked away slowly with steady and powerful steps.

The wind on the grassland, carrying the scent of grass and soil, blew across his resolute face, and his hair danced in the wind.

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Chapter 195 Alpharius Reports to Guilliman

In the towering and solemn royal palace, the Imperial Regent Xi was sitting upright on a gorgeous chair, exuding a calm and majestic aura.

Her eyes were calm yet deep as the abyss as she processed one document after another.

Not long after, Alpharius walked in quickly, his posture agile, his face showing his usual mystery and confidence.

The Primarch knelt on one knee, gave a standard military salute, and then spoke respectfully, "Your Excellency the Regent, I bring you the latest intelligence on the Fourteenth Legion."

Xi nodded slightly, motioning him to continue.

Alpharius straightened up and reported clearly, "The Fourteenth Legion has been officially renamed the Death Guard by Mortarion. At the same time, the selection of the Death Shrouds, who will serve as his personal guard, has also been completed."

"Mortarion's two most valued sons, Typhon, have been appointed Captain of the Legion's First Company, while Garro, of Terran descent, has been appointed Captain of the Seventh Company. Here is also the complete list of appointments for the Fourteenth Legion, please review it, Your Excellency."

As he spoke, Alpharius handed over the carefully prepared information with both hands.

Xi took it, slowly scanned it, and whispered, "When Mortarion liberated the planet Barus, he endured seven arduous attacks before finally achieving victory. To eliminate the alien pirates, he even mobilized seven companies..."

Her voice gradually trailed off and she fell into a brief silence.

She keenly sensed that Mortarion's entire legion was moving inexorably towards Nurgle.

"A distance of forty-nine paces must be maintained between the Death Shroud and Mortarion."

Xi suddenly said, and then raised a question, "Why does his legion worship the number seven so much?"

Alpharius's mouth curled up slightly, a hint of subtle pride flashed in his eyes, and he responded confidently:

"When liberating Barus, the sixth attack actually had a high probability of liberating the planet. However, something unexpected happened. The psychic think tank group that Mortarion disliked the most lost control. This sudden situation forced him to launch a seventh attack, and finally successfully liberated Barus."

"And in the many battles that followed, Mortarion seemed to have developed an inexplicable dependence. Whenever anything related to Seven came into play, he would achieve success."

"Over time, in the numerology system he believed in, seven became his lucky number."

Alpharius bowed slightly and continued to report in an orderly manner. The Primarch's eyes showed his confidence in the accuracy of his own intelligence. Every word he said was like a carefully sharpened blade, accurately cutting to the core of the topic.

"...I understand." Xi was silent for a moment, his voice low and calm, as if he was weighing countless complex pros and cons in his heart.

She raised her hand slightly and rubbed her temple, a subtle movement that betrayed the exhaustion and heaviness she felt within. She knew full well that the Fourteenth Legion's current situation had become a hidden mine on the Empire's territory, poised to explode at any moment and requiring urgent resolution.

"Any other reports?" she asked, with an imperceptible hint of expectation in her tone, hoping to get more key information from Alpharius that could turn the situation around.

Alpharius' lips moved slightly, as if he was hesitating about what to say next.

After a brief silence, he mustered the courage to speak: "Mother, I have reason to suspect Guilliman may rebel. He seems to have rebellious intentions."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet palace seemed to fall into deathly silence in an instant, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Xi's eyes suddenly sharpened, a hint of surprise flashing across them, as if she had heard an incredible accusation. "Why do you say that?"

Her voice remained steady, but it already hinted at a hint of vigilance and scrutiny.

Alpharius calmly took out a stack of documents from his arms. The papers were neatly arranged and densely covered with various intelligence and evidence.

He presented it with both hands, his movements respectful yet with a hint of urgency: "Mother, these are the evidences I have painstakingly searched for."

Xi took the document and quickly scanned the first page. Alpharius eagerly began to decipher it. "Guilliman, in his attempt to curry favor with the Warmaster, granted her a considerable amount of resources and advanced weaponry."

"Maybe it's just the deep love between brother and sister." Xi didn't even raise her head and responded lightly, with a hint of disapproval in her tone.

In her opinion, this behavior is not incomprehensible in the complex power relationship, and assistance between family members is normal.

"There's more to it than that." Alpharius' voice rose slightly, a hint of excitement. "He also made overtures to Ferrus Manus, also providing him with a large amount of resources, with the intention of having Ferrus craft equipment for him that would be considered a formidable weapon on the battlefield."

"That's normal." Xi gently put the document down and looked up at Alpharius with a calm expression. "Horus did something similar in his time. He showed goodwill to all the Primarchs."

Her eyes revealed the calmness and rationality of a seasoned political advisor, and she seemed not to intend to convict Guilliman based solely on these superficial phenomena.

Alpharius's face flushed slightly, as if stimulated by Xi's attitude, and he was determined to pour out all the evidence at once.

"Furthermore, the Leman Russ tanks he built in partnership with Leman Russ and Ferrus are already in use. Almost every chapter in his 500-world garrison is equipped with this powerful weapon."

His speech speed increased and his tone became more intense.

"Not only that, as far as I know, he sent all his spies to other Legions and other Primarchs. As a result, he always knew any news about the Primarchs of other Legions at the first opportunity. Otherwise, how could he have learned all the advantages of other Legions?"

Alpharius' words were full of fear of Guilliman, as if he had seen a huge storm slowly brewing that was about to sweep across the empire.

The Regent remained calm, his gaze leveled at the increasingly frantic Alpharius before him. His tone was steady and resolute, "...but the information you presented to me does not provide any direct evidence of Guilliman's rebellion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alpharius seemed to have suddenly pressed the pause button, and his originally endless chatter came to an abrupt end.

Hydra's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief and unwillingness, as if he couldn't accept that the intelligence he had carefully collected was denied so easily.

"..." After a brief silence, Alpharius finally spoke again, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion, "Isn't this enough to bring him directly to Terra?"

The Primarch's eyes revealed a desperate look, as if he had determined that Guilliman was the traitor hiding in the dark.

The regent sighed slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as if he was facing a stubborn child.

She explained patiently, "No. You must understand that Guilliman, as one of the twenty Primarchs, is also the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds."

"He has conquered and governed one-third of the Empire's current territory. The people of those worlds have long been closely connected with him and their hearts are devoted to him. With only what you have provided, it is unrealistic to bring him back to Terra for trial."

The Regent's words were clear and coherent, and every word contained a deep insight into the complex political situation. At the same time, he was also patiently educating his son, who was a little immature in political tactics.

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Chapter 196: Guilliman's Thoughts, More Serf Than Serfs

"And you haven't figured it out yet," the Imperial Regent shook his head slightly, a sharp insight into the world flashing in his eyes.

"Once this collected evidence is presented to Guilliman, as a seasoned politician and a highly qualified politician, he will surely cleverly shift the blame onto his lieutenants or find a scapegoat."

"By then, not only will we be unable to bring him to justice, but it will also alert the suspects and make subsequent investigations even more difficult."

The regent's tone was calm yet unquestionable, and every word seemed to be stating an established fact.

She raised her hand slightly and gently stroked the armrest of the chair, her eyes looking into the depths of the palace, as if she was thinking about a more far-reaching situation.

"...Oh, I see." Alpharius' voice was full of disappointment, and his shoulders drooped slightly, as if all his strength had been drained away.