Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

When Duker opened the door, he saw the Prince Regent lying under the desk, with most of his body covered by the desk.

"Oh, my God." The Prince Regent awkwardly leaned under the table, trying to use his armored fingers to touch the paper document recording the damn government affairs. He muttered in his mouth that the armor of destiny was a huge thing, and the hard metal made it impossible for his waist joints to bend;

He had to lie down on the floor, but even then, his powered fingers couldn't pick up the paper, and it just let it fly around on the polished floor.

"Brother, did I come at a bad time?" At this time, a teasing voice sounded. Guilliman wanted to raise his head, but the iron halo behind him caught his neck at the right time.

But he still knew who was coming - after all, the only person who could walk into his office and dare to make fun of him was Dukel.

"No, brother, you came just in time." Guilliman said distressedly, "I am the Emperor's Son, the commander-in-chief of the Indomitus Crusade. But I can't pick up a piece of paper!"

Guilliman looked at the paper document that offended him with an angry look, "Brother, this paper is my biggest enemy!"

"Then you have so many enemies." Duker looked at the pile of paper documents on the table like a mountain, "Great Regent, do you plan to be furious at every enemy? "

"Make yourself so angry. Like a pufferfish?"

"Dulkle, please stop gloating about your misfortune and come and help me." Guilliman appealed for help.

When he wanted to stand up, he sadly discovered that the wing-shaped decoration on his shoulder armor was stuck in the gap of the desk.

He didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that with a little more force, the hateful desk would be torn apart - in that case, the paper documents on the desk would pour down, and he would also get enemies all over the floor.

After being pulled up by Dukel, Guilliman tried to clench his fists to express his resentment.

But this is also unrealistic in power armor. The armor plates and soft lining prevent him from clenching his fists.

If he forced it to do so, the armor would let out a shrill scream under his power.

"Brother, wearing this armor, I can smash the head of the Chaos Demon with one punch, but I can't pick up a piece of paper." He shook his head sadly, "I have to find a way to take off this armor."

Duker looked very surprised after hearing what he said.

"You can break the head of the Chaos Demon with one punch? I don't believe it."

"Dulquer, can you stop caring about unimportant things? I mean, I want to take off this armor!" Guilliman said frantically.

"Then take it off."

"But once I take it off, it can't heal the wounds in my body."

"Then die."

"." Guilliman fell silent and sighed, "Brother, I wish I could be as open-minded as you."

"Of course I'm open-minded. It's not me who died anyway."

"You!" Guilliman was furious. He wanted to give the guy in front of him a hard punch.

But after seeing the other person's body that was taller and stronger than himself, he felt that he was not actually that angry.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that it's good to wear armor like this. At least I'm still alive." Guilliman spread his fingers.

"What I'm more worried about now is whether those Eldar will turn off the armor's function at a critical moment to kill me. I can't rely on this armor. When I put it on, my 'destiny' will no longer exist. It's under my control. Although Evrene is unlikely to harm me, aliens cannot be trusted."

After hearing Guilliman's words, Dukel nodded in deep agreement.

"That's true, brother. But no one told you that the fate of this armor has been completely controlled by me?" After Duker finished speaking, before waiting for the other party to answer, he said to himself,

"Yes, they were all isolated from the emergency room that day. Except for the Mind Guards and Magnus, no one knew how I revived you."

"So, what exactly happened that day?" Guilliman asked in confusion.

Duker did not answer him directly, but lightly tapped the armor of destiny twice.

After his actions, the golden double-headed eagle on the shoulder armor once again burned the fire of the soul on the blue armor, like a rising sun rising in the pure blue sky.

"You helped me solve a big problem again." Guilliman breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and then looked at Dulquer expectantly.

"Then when do you think I can take off this damn armor?"

"Soon." Duker replied, "When I was researching gene seeds, I took seeds from other legions from Caul as a reference."

"In your gene seed, I found that there is a benign mutation of 'regeneration', which can allow you and your heirs to recover faster after being injured."

After answering his question, Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, suddenly interjected at this moment, "Great Regent, your attitude towards the Eldar really surprises me. I thought you had been completely impressed. That Eldar girl is fascinated."

"Magnus, don't always talk nonsense! Efrenie and I are only temporary allies!"

"You're right, but I didn't mention Evrene either." Magnus smiled strangely, and Guilliman fell into the trap of his words again, which made him find great fun.

"you!"

Guilliman was getting angry again, but Dukel was serious. "Guilliman, although I believe in your rationality, the aliens are not trustworthy." His expression was very serious. "If one day, I find that you are really blinded by those bean sprouts - brother, maybe I won't do anything to you. But I promise that I will beat those bean sprouts back and make them into bean sprout soup for you, and then let you drink it mouthful by mouthful." "Then our great regent will definitely sigh that the bean sprouts taste really good, um. In a double sense." Magnus was very happy. "Magnus! I have tolerated you for a long time!" Guilliman's anger value was full. After a short interlude. The conversation of the Primarch returned to the topic again. Dukel asked Guilliman about the preparation progress of the celebration. "Dukel, I thought you would not care about this celebration." The regent was very surprised by this, and then talked about a problem he encountered recently in the celebration. An Imperial Rogue Trader who happened to be in a nearby star region sent congratulations to Guilliman after receiving the news that the celebration was about to be held, and said that he must attend this grand ceremony.

However, when this unlucky Rogue Trader passed through the warp channel, his spaceship was attacked by Chaos demons.

Guilliman would naturally not sit idly by - in fact, he was troubled by a shortage of manpower. In order to clean up the many lost worlds that were occupied by Chaos nearby, most of the Imperial soldiers were still fighting hard.

If people were forcibly withdrawn to rescue the Rogue Trader, it would probably delay the celebration.

"It's easy, leave it to me." Dukel took the responsibility.

"You want to go in person?"

Guilliman looked surprised.

"Of course not." Dukel smiled, although his expeditionary corps was also cleaning up the nearby dark world and had no extra manpower.

But there is still a force under his command that has not been activated.

"My offspring are born, and it is just right to use the blood of these demons to feed these young men."

"You actually completed it?!"

Guilliman was extremely shocked. As a Primarch, he should understand the difficulty of Duke's research better.

At the same time, the completion of this research not only represents the return of a forgotten legion, but also represents the official activation of a more powerful Space Marine and the possibility of breaking through genetic defects.

Now that the human empire is wrapped in darkness and the building is about to collapse, as a loyal Primarch, Guilliman naturally hopes that more warriors can work together to turn the tide.

But these are just ideal states. No matter how shocking the results of the research are, they will eventually be tested through actual combat.

However, looking at Duke's confident look, Guilliman is also looking forward to what surprises these children will bring to the empire.