Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

At this moment, they had no intention of letting the woman who was the incarnation of a giant tree go easily. Their eyes were already fixed on her two daughters.

In their eyes, these two Primarchs are the most unpredictable beings, and the changes and power they exude make them feel eager.

A desire that cannot be fulfilled.

The desire for change is so strong.

Get involved in everything.

And the greed to claim all the Primarchs as his own.

This caused them to begin planning how to bring them under their control and make them part of their power.

The most indulgent among them entwined themselves with the Second Primarch with their seductive songs, attempting to seduce her with the power and charm of their depraved songs, and thus steal her child.

And other beings among them are also watching in secret, ready to take action at any time and take these primarchs for themselves.

In the figure shrouded in the pale flames of hatred, the fallen song seemed like an invisible chain, trying to bind all the light emitted by the flames.

However, in front of the blazing flames, the song seemed as pale and powerless as burning air. The blasphemous voice was gradually burned out, leaving only the sound of the burning flames.

"This is all in vain. You can't fight against me now. Get out!" The voice of the woman who was transformed into a giant tree was firm and powerful, and her words were full of unquestionable majesty.

They did not leave.

In that subspace where various powers and colors intertwined and collided, the four figures still did not leave.

They each possess unique powers and colors - red, green, purple, blue.

They attacked her.

However, these forces did not form cooperation and coordination. Instead, they fought each other and even became a burden to each other to some extent.

Xi even felt that it would be better for them to fight on their own.

But she also managed to hold back the four figures, each with their own unique powers.

At this moment, a heart-pounding phenomenon suddenly appeared - a black sun, emitting a cold and strange aura, slowly descended on the battlefield.

The black sun seemed to have come from another dimension. Its existence caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and even the air seemed to solidify.

Its appearance made the four figures feel unprecedented pressure.

They had already failed, no surprise there, but losers always have to pay something, right?

The white and golden flames burned the four defeated figures in a way that was both elegant and cruel.

The flames did not simply surround them, but in an intricate and complex pattern, as if weaving a web of hatred and death.

The flames touched their skin, causing unspeakable pain, but this also brought the greatest pleasure to the indulgent.

The white flames were like the purest snowflakes in winter, but the moment they came into contact, they transformed into rolling heat waves, corroding their bodies and encroaching on their territory.

The golden flame is more subtle. It penetrates deep into their souls, like the golden light under the scorching sun, making them feel a burning sensation from the inside out.

As the flames spread, their bodies began to change.

The originally sturdy armor of the Angriest One became fragile under the burning flames, like an ancient stone tablet eroded by time, gradually peeling off and disintegrating.

The muscles and bones beneath the skin also began to melt, turning into black smoke that rose up and merged with the surrounding flames.

Even more terrifying was the fact that the flames also burned their consciousness. The golden flames were like invisible swords, piercing through their mental barriers and causing them to struggle and wail in agony.

Every wail seemed like a cry from the depths of the soul, echoing in every corner of the subspace.

In this process, the flames also showed a strange beauty.

The white flames danced around them lightly like dancing elves. Every flicker was like a blessing from nature, yet it also carried an irresistible destructive force.

The golden flame is like a noble king, majestically ruling the battlefield, and every time it burns is like a judgment on their sins.

Finally, under the continued burning of the flames, their figures gradually dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke, drifting in the depths of the warp.

And the area that was once controlled by them also restored its rare tranquility and harmony under the purification of fire.

They finally calmed down.

Let them deeply appreciate the power of human justice.

Are you watching? Is anyone watching?

Chapter 27: Cultivating the Progenitor

In the imperial palace, a magnificent palace.

Xi carefully placed the rescued children in the carefully prepared cradle. As she pushed the cradle gently, the cradle rocked gently. The children seemed to feel the peace and warmth, and gradually blossomed into innocent smiles. The smiles were as pure as newly bloomed flowers, which made Xi's heart surge with an inexplicable warmth.

Oh, this damn charm even affects me.

"We really won a great victory in this operation!" Xi looked at the child with joy on his face. After all, they successfully defeated the four groups in the subspace.

"After all, they are two Primarchs. There is no reason for those four not to meet their end." The Emperor echoed, with a hint of majesty in his voice.

"Yeah, but with the two of us joining forces, those four guys will probably have to behave themselves for a long time." Thinking of this, Xi couldn't help but feel secretly happy that the time of the Great Expedition was successfully extended.

However, the Emperor's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Xi's head: "Not necessarily. After all, there is no concept of time in the Warp. Even if we cripple them today, they might be back to normal tomorrow or yesterday."

"Ah, this is really a headache-inducing problem!" Xi couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands, frowning, obviously very troubled by this problem.

"Those evil gods have turned their attention to other children." The Emperor watched her gently teasing the two adorable little Primarchs. Whenever her fingers lightly touched the tender skin of her daughters, they screamed with joy, and their laughter was clear and sweet, filling the entire room.

"Okay, then, without further ado, you should set off immediately and start the great expedition!" Xi nodded and urged the emperor, but her fingers were still touching her daughter's skin.

"Um... not ready yet! The conversion process of those Thunder Warriors to Astartes has not been completed yet, some Astartes have not been fully trained, and some ships have not been built yet." While saying this, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, forming a faint but powerful line, as if he was silently accumulating strength to prepare for the upcoming challenges.

"Then why are you in such a hurry? I thought you had everything ready and were ready to go?..."

Amid Xi's scolding, the emperor stood there, motionless, as if fixed by an invisible force. His head was slightly lowered, his eyes had lost their former brilliance and looked somewhat dull. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, but then slowly loosened them, as if he was trying to calm his inner turmoil. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked like a scolded child.

"Forget it, just go away and don't be an eyesore here." Xi's voice sounded with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and helplessness.

The emperor, who was like a scolded child, seemed to have heard the most beautiful sound of relief in the world, and an expression of relief flashed across his face.

"You really don't need my help?" the Emperor said, just being polite.

"Need not"

The emperor said nothing, but turned silently and left briskly, with a hint of embarrassment in his back as if he was escaping.

Xi's hand slowly reached out to the seemingly empty space beside her, and like a magician, she miraculously took out a pacifier, a bottle, and milk powder.

Fortunately, when I was working in an orphanage, I saved a lot of abandoned babies.

The pacifier and bottle were carefully rinsed clean by the flowing water that appeared out of nowhere, without missing a single detail to ensure that they were spotless. By the way, a spell was cast on them to prevent them from being destroyed by the original body.

Then she installed the pacifier on the bottle, her movements gentle and skillful, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

Then, slowly pour 45-degree warm water into the bottle. The temperature is just right, which will not burn the baby's delicate mouth and can ensure that the milk powder is fully dissolved.

Xi picked up the milk powder can, gently scooped a few spoonfuls of milk powder, and poured it into the bottle accurately. Every spoonful was filled with his love and care for the baby.

She gently shook the bottle to mix the milk powder and warm water thoroughly until the milk in the bottle became uniform and fine.

Throughout the whole process, her eyes were focused and gentle, as if she had returned to the time when she was in the orphanage.

It seems like it is carrying out a vital mission, just to give the baby the best care and nourishment.

This series of movements was smooth and natural, revealing an indescribable skill and gentleness. She had long been accustomed to such care and protection.

The baby was held gently in the arms, its small body pressed against the mother's warm chest, feeling the familiar and reassuring breath. The other child also opened his arms after seeing this.

"Wait a minute, little one."

The little Primarch's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was immersed in a sweet world with only him and the bottle.

The nipple gently touched her soft lips, and he instinctively opened his little mouth, held the nipple, and began to suck vigorously. With each suck, the milk in the bottle decreased a little, and his little mouth moved in satisfaction, making a "gulp gulp" sound, which was the most beautiful music for him when he was enjoying the food.

Her little hands waved unconsciously, sometimes clenching her fists, sometimes stretching her fingers, as if dancing to the rhythm of her heart. Her little feet also kicked from time to time, full of energy and vitality.

As the amount of milk decreased, her sucking movements gradually became slower and stronger, and each time it was as if she was savoring this nectar from the world.

Then when one bottle is gone, I will replace it with another.

When the last drop of milk was sucked into the little mouth, he sighed with satisfaction, and a smile of happiness and satisfaction appeared on his little face.

A whole can of milk powder is used up when feeding one original body at a time.

Then, the little Primarch slowly closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dream. Perhaps in his dream he was still savoring the delicious "meal" he had just had.

"It's time to feed the next one, maybe three." She looked at number 11 and said.

Holding one of the eleven in her arms, she stuffed the bottle into the original's mouth. Her little mouth moved, making a satisfied "gulp gulp" sound, her little hands were waving and dancing, and her little legs kicked from time to time, making her mother feel that they were not at all peaceful.

One of the Primarchs of Number 11 fell asleep, and two more will follow soon.

After all the Primarchs fell asleep, she walked out slowly and quietly, each step being so cautious and light, for fear of disturbing the sleeping Primarchs.

Returning to her own palace, that was her haven. She could finally rest well.

Today, as usual, I am also asked to vote (kowtow)

Chapter 28 The Primarch Looking for His Father

The next day, when Xi stepped into the solemn and mysterious imperial palace again, the scene before him was jaw-dropping.

Those originally tender and delicate babies seemed to be gently touched by the God of Time. They grew up rapidly as if by magic overnight and had the appearance of two or three-year-old children.

What is even more amazing is that the pair of bright eyes set in that young face are sparkling with intelligence and uttering clear words.

This scene seems to be the most exquisite masterpiece of nature, which makes people marvel at the miracle of life and the greatness of creation.

The baby-like innocence and child-like intelligence intertwined together, exuding an indescribable charm, making people sigh that it is worthy of the power of the warp.

"Mom, Mom!" Xi, the baby who was still lying in the cradle yesterday, was now standing miraculously, holding up his tender but energetic arms, and running towards her shouting.

The arms were slightly open, as if calling for the mother's warm embrace with great longing.

Xi picked her up, her face was filled with an innocent smile, and her eyes were shining with curiosity and expectation about the world.

Although she grew into a two or three-year-old child overnight, her dependence on and desire for maternal love did not diminish in the slightest.

"Where is your sister? Huile?" Xi asked, looking at the cute child in her arms.

These names were given to the children when they were breastfeeding, and they still remember and know them.

"Mom, mom is there." Huile, the baby who had grown up overnight, was in her arms, pointing to the side of the palace with her young but energetic fingers.

Another her, Lareo, was sleeping peacefully in the cradle.

"That's not it."

The daughter in his arms thought for a moment, and pointed to the other side with her slender and delicate fingers.

Another her, Leila - this one looked even smaller and more tender than the other children, was concentrating on climbing.

Although her movements were a little clumsy, her little hands grasped the wall tightly as she climbed, and her little feet moved upward step by step. Her eyes, full of curiosity and desire for exploration, sparkled with curiosity and longing for the unknown world.

"It's not this one, it's the one with white hair and red eyes who looks just like my mom. Where did she go?"

Xi used her other hand to pick up the climbing Leila and put her in the cradle.

"Just now, a kind golden man took away the dozen cans of milk powder and two baby strollers you left behind. Aurora went to find him."

"Well, let me tell you a story." He took out a storybook from the space and began to tell the story to the children.

As for the Primarch, he went after the Emperor, so what could happen to him?

……

"What's Daddy's dad's name? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa. What's Daddy's mom's name? Daddy's mom is called Grandma..."

In this solemn palace, bursts of clear and melodious children's songs drift in the wind, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this quiet building.

The melody of the nursery rhyme is melodious and beautiful, as if it can penetrate the dust of time and awaken the purest memories deep in people's hearts.

There was no imperial guards accompanying him, only the sound of nursery rhymes. The emperor's slightly large body was unexpectedly sitting in a stroller, and he was drinking milk from a bottle in his hand.

This colorful stroller is full of childishness and joy, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere of the palace.

The emperor's face was filled with a childlike smile. He gently patted the armrest of the stroller and hummed the nursery rhyme along with the stroller, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood, but it seemed that he had not really done so.

As the emperor sang, the stroller began to rock happily.

It swayed back and forth, left and right, swaying the emperor's body with it. The emperor had the bottle in his mouth and danced with his hands, accompanying the nursery rhyme.

This simple happiness made the emperor forget the troubles and disputes of the world. All he saw was this moment of tranquility and beauty.

The Emperor was content with this limited happiness, and a desire for double happiness was ignited in his heart.