Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

In the spacious and bright interior passage of the Queen of Glory, Aurora and Hui Le walked side by side.

Their steps were steady and powerful, their heavy iron boots stomping heavily on the metal deck, leaving behind crisp and lingering echoes with each step, which continued to resonate in this empty passage.

Behind them were two of the Primarch's personal guards, wearing specially made power armor, the emblems on their bodies gleaming coldly under the light.

These guards were alert, their eyes as sharp as hawks, always paying attention to everything going on around them.

The footsteps were tight and orderly, following Aurora and Huile closely, forming an indestructible protective barrier, closely guarding the safety of the two Primarchs.

Along the way, the Astartes warriors who passed by stopped one after another.

They stood straight and moved in unison, pounding their right fists heavily on their chests with a dull and powerful sound, paying the highest respect to the two primarchs.

His eyes were filled with awe and loyalty, and his fiery gaze seemed to express his infinite admiration and following for the Primarch.

Aurora and Huile nodded slightly in response to the warriors' respect, and their eyes revealed their recognition and trust in these warriors.

The two walked along the ship's passage, with their personal guards following closely behind them.

When they arrived at Aurora's room, behind the door was a space belonging exclusively to the Primarch.

Aurora's room was the largest room on the entire ship.

In order to provide the Primarch with the most comfortable living environment, her Astartes children were willing to make sacrifices.

The original accommodation arrangement of one person per room was broken, and six Astartes warriors squeezed into one room without any complaints, just to leave the largest space for their beloved Primarch.

As the two Primarchs walked into the room, their personal guards immediately stood at the door, their postures straight and their eyes sharp, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

As Huile stepped into the room, his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him.

The entire room was decorated in red gold, from the walls to the ceiling, and every piece of furniture, all seemed to be coated with a layer of dazzling golden glow.

The strong and bold colors instantly filled her vision.

"Who did you learn this old-fashioned aesthetic from? You change your room to whatever color you like, right?"

Huile was full of confusion and really couldn't understand this unique decorative style.

After all, this color combination is too bright and even a bit tacky.

After hearing this, Aurora just smiled slightly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Well, but this is my own preference. Besides, I only changed my room to this color. I didn't decorate the entire palace to my own taste like the emperor did."

"Okay!" Huile shrugged, the surprise on his face gradually turned into a helpless smile, and he accepted this unique room style.

"You accepted it so quickly. I thought it would be difficult for my good daughter to accept another sister's aesthetic taste." A soft but somewhat teasing voice suddenly sounded.

Aurora and Hui Le looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment, only to see Xi appear before them without them noticing.

She was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and shorts. The simple outfit perfectly outlined her outstanding figure, and every detail showed her unique charm.

"Mother, how come you are on my ship?" Aurora was full of confusion. She subconsciously sniffed hard. The familiar smell in the air made her confirm that the person in front of her was her mother.

Her eyes were full of confusion, after all, her mother's appearance was too sudden.

Shouldn't she be returning to Terra?

"Yes! Yes! I'm curious too." Hui Le echoed and nodded continuously, with curiosity and doubt in his eyes.

Xi's lips curled up slightly, with a mysterious smile, and she slowly said, "The mission I gave you is to enter Ultramar, and I have also conveyed my identity to Guilliman. I will go with you to visit Ultramar."

Xilian walked gracefully in front of her two daughters, her figure light and graceful, like a lotus floating in the water.

"Is Guilliman plotting a rebellion? Since you are asked to go in person." Hui Le's expression instantly became solemn, and the worst possibility involuntarily emerged in his mind.

The two Primarchs' eyes revealed worry and vigilance. After all, in their opinion, their mother had mobilized such a large force, and the previous one was Ran Dan.

This time, the situation in Ultramar must be full of mysteries and crises, and Guilliman has rebelled.

"Don't think everything is so bad, Huile. I am going with you just to verify whether my thirteenth son is as ambitious as the outside world says."

Xi spoke softly, easing the tension between the two and slightly relaxing the tense atmosphere in the room.

"What if he is really ambitious?" Aurora frowned slightly and asked cautiously, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

If Guilliman really has evil intentions, the Empire will face great turmoil.

She will also lose a brother forever.

"Then I will give my position to him." Xi looked calm.

A bolt of thunder exploded in the room about ten seconds later.

Aurora and Huile's eyes widened immediately, their jaws almost dropped, and their faces were full of disbelief.

They never expected that their mother would make such a surprising decision. The answer was far beyond their expectations.

"My body has recently become less and less suitable for high-intensity work, so I am looking for a capable and ambitious Primarch to inherit my position." Xi sighed softly, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

In the eyes of her daughters, their mother had exhausted all her efforts in the great expedition of mankind over a long period of time, and now her body and energy were much weaker than before.

But only Xi knew very well that the Great Crusade had already gone most of the way and humans had already controlled most areas of the galaxy.

Next, the focus of the empire's development will shift to consolidating its rule, increasing tax revenue, and building a network.

ps: Please vote, please vote.

Chapter 229: When Guilliman thinks, he loses sleep and laughs

"My dear Robert, what are you worried about?"

Lady Euton, the Lord Chamberlain of the Five Hundred Worlds, came to the side of the Primarch Guilliman.

"I... I'm not worried, Lady Euton." Guilliman's face was slightly annoyed. At this moment, his brain was working rapidly. While thinking about other complicated matters, he was carefully deducing the welcoming ceremony for the two Primarchs and the Imperial Regent, which had been held countless times in reality.

Not only that, in order to speed up the processing of the pile of work, he was also repeatedly thinking about how to unite other forging worlds to strengthen the power base of the human empire.

Seeing this, Ms. Yuton gently counseled, "But you've already thought deeply about this welcoming ceremony for a long time, even rehearsing it yourself more than a dozen times. Child, it's time to relax and unwind. You deserve a good rest."

Guilliman, however, argued with conviction, his thoughts seemingly at a dead end. He stubbornly said, "But the Regent and the Primarchs are the most noble beings in the entire Imperium of Man. Their every move is linked to the survival of the galaxy. This welcoming ceremony cannot afford to fail."

Ms. Euton continued to comfort them patiently, "They are indeed extremely noble, but they are also your family. You are the most loving family in the entire galaxy. They cannot and will never blame you for such trivial matters."

"Think about it. Haven't you always been close to your kin? Take the Wolf King of Fenris, for example. In the midst of the fiercest Randan War, with so few people, and in a universe so vast and nearly infinite, he went to such great lengths to deliver you a letter of thanks."

"But, Lady Euton..." Guilliman wanted to continue speaking, but was gently interrupted by Lady Euton.

"Okay, kid. You really should put down the work at hand and have a good rest. Otherwise, it will be bad if you are distracted at the welcoming ceremony tomorrow." As she said that, Lady Euton gently pushed Guilliman, urging him to leave his office hall.

Guilliman felt the push from Ms. Euton, and finally followed her wishes and was pushed out of the office hall.

The invincible iron guards on both sides stood straight and solemnly.

Guilliman left, unable to refuse Lady Euden's forced attention.

After Guilliman walked out, Lady Euton slowly closed the door, then took out a small key from her waist, locked the door to the hall, and held the key tightly in her hand.

She knew in her heart that with her child's ability, it would not be difficult to open this door.

But as a mother, she also believes that her children will listen to her and temporarily put down their heavy work to seek a moment of rest.

The Invincible Iron Guards watched their genetic father and the Palace Master Zunwu leave one after another.

Guilliman returned to his room and threw himself onto the soft bed, but the turmoil in his heart was so prevalent that he could not fall asleep at all.

The ceiling was like a huge magnet, drawing his gaze tightly and making his thoughts drift away, wandering among complicated affairs and unknown worries.

The Primarch suffered from insomnia.

The pain of insomnia became more and more unbearable.

He couldn't lie there any longer and decided to sneak out.

As the Primarch, he possesses strength and speed that ordinary people cannot achieve, and his movements are as agile as a ghost in the dark night.

Even if the person guarding the door was an invincible Iron Guard who had gone through countless wars with the emperor and was always vigilant, he could still leave quietly without them noticing with his extraordinary stealth ability.

He stood up quietly, controlling every movement carefully, afraid to make even the slightest sound.

He slowly approached the door, put his ear close to the crack, and listened to Astarte's heartbeat outside.

He can know every move of the Invincible Iron Guard.

As the Primarch's guards, they were always alert to everything around them, but Guilliman, relying on the Primarch's unique advantages, left their defense line silently like a ghost and slipped out of the room smoothly.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he quickly blended into the darkness.

At this moment, the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds had completely lost his usual dignity and dominance, and even looked a little embarrassed.

The original body crouched down and sneaked through the corridor, stopping every few steps and looking around like a frightened deer, with his ears unconsciously erected, not missing any slight movement. He was like a timid hamster, alert to his surroundings, afraid of encountering danger.

Although he knew everything about the Central Guards and Ever-Victorious Army personnel on duty tonight, and could even clearly outline the faces of each of them in his mind, he was still very cautious, fearing that he would be exposed.

Recalling that after the arrival of those descendants, he disappeared from the sight of the accompanying officers and guards for just one minute, everyone was thrown into disarray.

He felt very guilty when he saw the anxious faces of Auguston and his other heirs.

That time, he solemnly apologized to his descendants for his behavior in front of everyone.

Slow stealth.

Guilliman reached the highest point of the inner courtyard, a rarely visited terrace.

This is his safe haven whenever he is overwhelmed with work and has a lot on his mind.

Every time he came here, he would force himself to take a deep breath and tell himself that he loved his official duties and that the responsibilities he shouldered were extremely important.

He stood by the railing, looking at the brightly lit and prosperous Ultramar, and an indescribable pride surged in his heart.

This country, which he created, bears witness to his countless days and nights of hard work and dedication.

But at this moment, Ms. Euton's words echoed in his mind: "It's time to have a good rest, my child."

"I listened to what you said, Ms. Euton, but I really couldn't sleep, so I just came here to relax. I really didn't lie to you." Guilliman muttered to himself, his voice echoing softly in the night sky, as if he was looking for a reasonable excuse for himself, or as if he was comforting his exhausted self.

After all, he has always tried to be a good and obedient child, following the teachings of his elders and shouldering his responsibilities.

But then, his uncontrollable brain replayed what Ms. Yuton had said about his close relationship with his blood relatives, which made him feel bitter.

That was just a white lie he told to avoid worrying Ms. Euton.

"The letter between Zhuang Sen and Aurora was written by Hui Le, and the content was just some official clichés."

Guilliman murmured softly, his tone full of loss.

Then he thought about the many efforts he had made to strengthen ties with other legions.

Whenever a legion introduced new tactics or weapons, he would immediately study and research them, and then sincerely contact his brothers to point out any possible shortcomings.

But Horus and his men always responded to the letters in a businesslike manner, simply thanking him for the corrections, with a sense of distance between the lines.

Only Don was truly aware of his own problems. He would write to inform him that he had made improvements and sincerely ask him to continue pointing out his shortcomings, and then point out his shortcomings in return.

As for Ferrus and Fulgrim, the letters he sent always fell on deaf ears and received no response.

"Did I use the wrong method?" He couldn't help but ask himself, his heart full of confusion and bewilderment.

But he rejected it again.

After all, this method was what Connor taught him since he was a child - to be good at learning from others' strengths, avoiding others' weaknesses, and pointing out problems directly when they are discovered.

He has always believed in it and tried hard to put it into practice, but why has he achieved so little success in his relationships with his brothers?

……

The Sun's Glory.

In the largest room.

Huile stood quietly by, his eyes fixed on the two figures sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Mother, it's time to get up. Aurora, wake up too." Hui Le called softly.

Xi slowly opened her sleepy eyes, still a little sleepy, and asked drowsily, "Where are we?"

Huile's mouth curled up slightly, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he said deliberately: "We are approaching Ultramar."

In reality, they were still some distance away from reaching Ultramar, but this was said intentionally in order to cheer up Mother and Aurora quickly.

"Well, it seems that it really has to get up."

Xi sat up from the bed.

In an instant, the vast spiritual energy spread out from her like the bright light of stars, enveloping her entire body.

Under the wrapping of spiritual energy, the clothes were instantly put on neatly.

"Well, wake up Aurora again, I'll go prepare some things." Xi ordered neatly, then left with brisk steps and led Shanba Ying to open the room.