Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

The once prosperous northwest region of the Milky Way is now reduced to the dead silence of endless space. Not to mention the vibrant planets, there is not even a trace of abandoned and dilapidated ruins.

Fortunately, all this happened in another timeline.

Xi noticed her wound. Her arm was hit by the God-Slaying Spear. The flesh on the wound was rolled up and bright red blood was gushing out.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. Countless wronged souls, wrapped in negative emotions as thick as ink, swarmed in like evil maggots that smelled blood, climbing and twisting densely on the wound.

Those wronged souls let out shrill howls, each of which was like a sharp steel needle, piercing deep into Xi's soul, bringing excruciating pain.

The pain was like a surging tide, one wave after another, and with every impact, the soul was surging with severe pain.

"This one can be considered a draw. We have both won 1,111 times and lost 1,111 times." The Lord of Domination's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, echoing in this chaotic space and time.

For this supreme being, the feeling of fighting with himself is an unprecedented excitement.

Perhaps it was because of the fight with Xi and the war with himself that caused ripples in his divine heart, which had long been numb to everything in the world.

However, this touch did not arouse his inner kindness, but instead aroused his strong possessive desire.

In the heart of the Lord of Rule, the desire for possession surges like a surging tide.

He longed to devour Xi and completely win this battle. A cruel image even surfaced in his mind: he wanted to consume her bones and blood, greedily licking the marrow from her bones, allowing her soul to merge with his once again, reuniting their wills.

In the Lord of Ruler's fantasy, by then, they will become the most supreme beings above the throne of God.

Sitting together at the pinnacle of power, overlooking everything in the world.

Every game with the gods will end with their victory, and all the glory and power will be taken into their pockets.

All this seemed so wonderful and fascinating to the Lord of Rule.

Every thought of its is filled with a desire for absolute control, leaving no possible variables. In its eyes, everything should belong to it. Every detail shows its crazy and persistent desire, and comprehensively analyzes the greed deep in its heart.

PS: I fell asleep while writing, so I have to post it now.

Chapter 223: Another Timeline: Scholar: A Day in the Life of Roberta Guilliman

Deep within the quiet and solemn palace of Macragge lies the private office of Roberta Guilliman.

Every inch of space here is filled with the breath of time. The ancient bookshelves are filled with classics recording the rise and fall of the empire. Flags symbolizing honor and responsibility are hung on the walls. They sway gently in the dim light, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

At this moment, Robert Guilliman was wearing a special Roman-style dress. The design of the dress was exquisite, and every fold and every pattern showed extraordinary craftsmanship and noble temperament.

Her tall body sat in front of the huge desk. She was nearly four meters tall, but she looked just right in this office, as if this was a territory tailor-made for her.

But her handling of Macragge's politics was not always smooth.

Roberta occasionally felt a little annoyed, and the source of this annoyance was her overly plump figure.

Whenever she was concentrating on reviewing documents or writing decisions, the obstacle in front of her chest would always appear at an inopportune time.

Sometimes, her plump breasts would unconsciously press on the table, interfering with her movements and forcing her to slightly adjust her posture; sometimes, they would block part of her vision, forcing her to lean back slightly to see the contents of the document clearly.

Her slender and beautiful fingers gently held the quill as she wrote on the document the important decision concerning the fate of Macragge.

Every stroke of her pen carries with it her deep sense of responsibility and expectation for this land.

However, in the midst of these busy times, a different kind of emotion always welled up in her heart.

She often thought that if she were a male, these little troubles caused by her body might not exist.

She couldn't help but wonder why the Emperor had shaped all of them into female forms when he created them. This was really troublesome.

Roberta loves fighting. On the battlefield, she is a fearless warrior, wielding her weapon to the rhythm of death and expanding the empire's territory. She is also keen on handling government affairs. In this office, she is a wise decision-maker, guarding the peace and prosperity of Macragge with words and strategies.

But this special figure made her feel an invisible burden at certain times.

Well, none of my sisters have this problem, and if I feel uncomfortable with my body shape, I might be overthinking it.

Her own sister Primarchs.

There is always a subtle sense of alienation in the relationship between them.

It seemed to her that her sisters were always excluding her intentionally or unintentionally.

This feeling, like a layer of haze that is difficult to dispel, shrouded her heart.

She couldn't help but sigh that they were all primarchs of the empire, shouldering important missions, but their lives on their respective home planets were so difficult.

They do not have a warm family and no parental guidance to learn how to govern a country.

But strangely, some of them chose to turn a blind eye and avoid government affairs, which Robert found difficult to understand.

She couldn't imagine what the future of the empire would be like if everyone was like this.

She also knew that some of the systems she implemented in the Extreme Legion borrowed from the strengths of sister legions, and this behavior caused a lot of dissatisfaction.

The sisters were all smiling on the surface. Every time they met, the corners of their mouths were curved with just the right amount of smiles, and their words were full of affectionate greetings. However, Roberta could always keenly catch the unrest that flashed across their eyes, which was the boredom and resistance hidden deep within.

But for Roberta, she didn't care about these emotional fluctuations.

Recalling the sisters' origins on their respective home planets, she couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

Some of them were born in the wilderness, as savages, fighting for survival in the primitive jungle; others were gang thugs, fighting for a little profit in the chaotic streets.

Due to their background, they were destined to have never received a systematic education and had no idea of ​​the great benefits of learning from others' strengths.

In Roberta's view, the gap between them and herself was like the difference between heaven and earth.

He was the richest and most noble person in Ultramar, like a pampered and knowledgeable noble lady, while they were just dirty girls picking up rags in the slums. There was a huge difference between them in knowledge and vision.

Thinking of this, a faint, slightly sarcastic smile appeared on Robert's face, which was originally focused on the documents, and he snorted softly from his nose.

In this slightly dull office, the humming sound was particularly clear.

She suddenly discovered that whenever she felt tired and bored while handling complicated official duties, as long as she thought of those poor and short-sighted sisters, a different kind of motivation would surge in her heart.

This motivation drove her, and her writing speed became faster and faster, and her efficiency in handling official business also increased significantly, as if the shortcomings of those sisters became a spur for her to move forward.

"Finally it's done."

Roberta let out a long sigh and stretched lazily. The exquisite dress she was wearing perfectly outlined her voluptuous and graceful figure.

If others saw this scene, they would surely marvel at her innate unique charm. However, at this moment, her mind had already drifted to the world outside the office.

She walked out of the office with light steps. Seeing this, the invincible iron guards on both sides of the office immediately bowed their heads and saluted her in unison with quick and decisive movements.

But Robert frowned secretly, feeling helpless. She seemed to be fed up with these cumbersome etiquettes.

Every time she travels, she is accompanied by a team of invincible iron guards and numerous victorious soldiers. They protect her tightly. Although this protection highlights her noble status, it also makes her feel as if she is imprisoned in an invisible cage and has lost some of her freedom.

I had not gone far when I saw Tauro-Nicodemus coming towards me.

As the war lord of Okrod and one of the four heroes under Robert, he occupies an important position in the military system of Ultramar.

At this moment, his face was full of respect. He walked forward quickly, bent his knees slightly, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said in an almost pious manner: "Mother, I greet you. May you be well today, may you always be in good health, and may your territory never end."

Tauro-Nicodemus's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty corridor, and every word was filled with his deep respect and loyalty to Robert.

After all, in Ultramar, being allowed to kiss the tip of Roberta's boots is a supreme honor, enough to make other generals jealous.

Tauro Nicodemus is one of the lucky ones. This honor not only represents Robert's appreciation and trust in him, but also a symbol of his power and status in Ultramar.

Roberta nodded slightly, looking calmly at Tauro-Nicodemus before her, and asked softly, "Well, do you have any reports today?"

Her voice was soft yet dignified. Just a few simple words made Tauro-Nicodemus instantly alert and not dare to slack off.

"The Osiris xenos that had been roaming the Eurides system have been completely exterminated by a fleet led by me, in collaboration with the Tigurius Librarian and thousands of other Librarians. The Eurides system is once again under your control, and the people there are praising your excellence and greatness."

Tauro-Nicodemus's face was filled with excitement, his tone was powerful, and his words were full of pride and glory.

Roberta, who was standing by, couldn't help but nod repeatedly after hearing this report.

This made Tauro-Nicodemus even more excited and thrilled.

"You make me proud, child. Your ability is enough for me to personally present you with the highest award."

Roberta's moist and plump lips uttered those gentle and appreciative words, which instantly made Tigurius' heart surge.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes closely following Robert, looking at the curvy figure of the Mother of Genes in front of him, his heart filled with awe and respect, his breathing unconsciously quickened.

"But I'm going to take a hot spring bath, just like every day, so you can leave first." Robert had a faint smile on his face, his voice soft but unquestionable.

Tigurius immediately bowed respectfully and slowly backed away until he was out of Robert's sight. Then he stood up and turned to leave, still savoring the joy of being praised.

Tigurius followed Roberta's figure closely with his eyes.

She was seen being tightly surrounded by a pair of invincible iron guards and numerous victorious soldiers, moving forward slowly.

As the Astartes passed by him, Tigurius seemed to catch a fleeting glance from the Primarch's many guards, a chilling warning in their gaze.

Tigurius's breathing hitched, anger boiling from the pit of his stomach.

This group of weak beings have never even kissed the toes of the Great Mother of Genes' boots, and only know how to stay by the Primarch's side.

After a few steps, we arrived at our destination.

But even so, her descendants still surrounded her tightly, as if a catastrophe would befall them if she left their sight.

Roberta walked into Macragge's most precious baths. The moment she stepped in, a warm and humid air with a faint fragrance of spices hit her face.

Her guards quickly dispersed and patrolled vigilantly around the bathing area like well-trained hunting dogs, ensuring the absolute safety of the area, as if they wanted to ensure that not even a fly could fly in.

"As a Macragge native, I naturally want to fully enjoy Macragge's most important culture—the bathing culture. If my sisters come to visit my territory, I will definitely bring them here personally to experience this wonderful atmosphere that is unique to Macragge."

Roberta muttered to herself as she lifted her left foot, skillfully placed it on her right foot, and deftly took off her boot.

Her feet stepped on the smooth and slightly damp marble floor, and a slight coolness came from the soles of her feet, which made her shiver slightly, but also felt very comfortable.

Then, she slowly unbuttoned the exquisite dress on her body, her movements graceful and calm.

The dress slipped off her graceful body, and she gently picked it up and hung it on the statue of the goddess beside her.

At this time, mist was rising from the bathing area, swirling like a veil, vaguely outlining the noble and beautiful body of the original body.

Her tall figure is perfectly proportioned, her long legs have smooth lines, and her muscles are firm yet soft, as if she contains infinite power.

The slender waist forms a sharp contrast with the plump chest, adding a touch of sexiness.

The fair skin, shrouded in mist, has a soft luster, as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade.

Her long golden hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, with slightly curled ends, adding a touch of laziness and charm to her.

Her face is exquisite and picturesque. Under her high nose bridge, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, with a hint of confidence and calmness in her smile.

His eyes were like deep blue lakes, radiating wisdom and majesty that captivated everyone.

In this misty atmosphere, Robert was like a goddess descending to earth, exuding irresistible charm, and his every move showed nobility and elegance.

The bathing pool is surrounded by two circles of pillars, with several statues of goddesses holding flower baskets scattered between them.

The basket is full of colorful flowers, and the gorgeous flowers are blooming freely. The elegant fragrance of lavender slowly blends into the misty hot air, making people feel happy both physically and mentally.

The petals drifted down slowly, floating on the surface of the bathing pool like stars, like a beautiful natural painting.

Roberta lifted her foot, her round toes first touching the petals, and then she slowly stepped into the center of the bathtub.

This bath was specially designed for the Primarch, and the water temperature was just right. The warm water quickly submerged her body.

The delicate petals gently cling to her smooth skin, like a lively butterfly, adding a unique touch of charm.

"It would be great if my Honored Palace Master was here right now. She would definitely help me carefully remove these petals stuck to my body after I finish my bath."

Roberta murmured, her thoughts drifting involuntarily to her mother.

Her mother's figure always appears in her mind, and those warm memories of the past, like the pool water at this moment, gently wrap her up.

"It's a shame that Mother went to patrol other planets in my place. As a Primarch, this is clearly what I should do, but my children and Mother tried so hard to stop me."

Thinking of this, Robert gently slapped the water surface, splashing layers of water, and his back was also decorated with layers of petals, like a beautiful dress given by nature.

She moved her round thighs, shifted her plump buttocks slightly, and slowly leaned back, stretching her body comfortably.

"Don't think about these troubles anymore. I've finally finished my official duties. Let's enjoy this rare leisure time."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the warm and comfortable atmosphere, enjoying the tranquility and relaxation that belonged only to the moment.

Time passed quietly, and the steaming hot bath was still filled with water vapor.

Roberta stood up slowly, and crystal water droplets slid down her charming and unusually plump body, dripping into the bathtub, splashing tiny water droplets.

The petals stuck to her skin were like elves reluctant to leave, still clinging tightly.

She reached out and picked up the white bath towel beside her, wiping her body gently, each wipe bringing a bit of laziness and comfort.

Then she picked up the exquisite dress and put it on carefully. Every fold of the dress was carefully arranged by her, fitting her figure perfectly and once again showing her noble temperament.

Then she bent down and put her round feet back into the custom-made boots, which perfectly wrapped around her feet as if they were a second skin tailored for her.