2nd Primarch

When Dukel opened the door, he saw the Regent lying under the desk, most of his body hidden by it.

"Oh, my God." The Regent leaned clumsily under the table, trying to touch the paper document that recorded the damned government affairs with his armored fingers. He muttered that the huge Destiny Armor and its hard metal made his waist joints unable to bend.

He had to get down on his hands and knees, but even then, his powered fingers were unable to pick up the paper, which simply scattered across the polished floor.

"Brother, am I here at the wrong time?" At this moment, a teasing voice sounded. Guilliman tried to raise his head, but the iron halo behind him caught his neck just as he moved.

But he still knew who the visitor was—after all, the only person who could walk into his office and dare to tease him was Dukel.

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

Guilliman looked at the offending paper with an angry expression, "Brother, this piece of paper is my biggest enemy!"

"You have a lot of enemies." Duke glanced at the pile of paper documents on the table. "Great Regent, are you going to get angry at every enemy?"

"Are you getting mad at yourself? Like a pufferfish?"

"Duke, please stop gloating and come help me." Guilliman called 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, fearing that if he used too much force, the hateful desk would be torn into pieces—and then the paper documents on the desk would fall, spreading enemies all over the floor.

After being pulled up by Duke, Guilliman tried to clench his fists to express his anger.

But this was also unrealistic in power armor; the armor plates and soft lining prevented him from clenching his fists.

If he forced it, the armor would make a shrill cry under his power.

"Brother, wearing this armor, I can smash the head of a 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."

Dukel was very surprised after hearing his words. "You can smash a Chaos Demon's head with one punch? I don't believe it."

"Duke, could you please stop caring about unimportant things? I mean, I want to take off this armor!" Guilliman said, clearly frustrated.

"Then take it off."

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

"Then die."

"..."

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

"Of course I am open-minded. After all, it's not me who is dying."

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

But after seeing the other person's body—taller and stronger than himself—he found he wasn't that angry after all.

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

"What I am more worried about now is whether the Eldar will shut down the function of the armor at the critical moment and kill me. I can't rely on this armor. When I wear it, my 'fate' is no longer in my control. Although Evelyne is unlikely to harm me, the aliens are always untrustworthy."

After hearing Guilliman's words, Dukel nodded in agreement. "That's true, brother. But didn't anyone tell you that the fate of this armor is completely under my control?" After Dukel finished speaking, before Guilliman could respond, he continued, "Yes, they were all isolated outside the emergency room that day. Except for the Psychic Guard and Magnus, no one knew how I saved you."

"So, what happened that day?" Guilliman asked, puzzled.

Dukel did not answer him directly, but instead tapped lightly on the Armor of Destiny twice.

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

"You have helped me solve another big problem." Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Dukel expectantly.

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

"Very quickly." Dukel replied, "When I was researching gene seeds, I also got seeds from other legions from Cawl as references."

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

After answering his question, Magnus, who was hanging on his waist, suddenly interrupted and said, "Great Regent, your attitude towards the Eldar really surprises me. I thought you were completely fascinated by that Eldar girl."

"Magnus, stop talking nonsense! Evelyne and I are only temporary allies!"

"You are right, but I did not mention Evelyne." Magnus laughed strangely. Guilliman had fallen into the trap of his words, which amused Magnus greatly.

"You!"

Guilliman was getting angry again, but Dukel was serious.

"Guilliman, although I believe in your rationality, the aliens cannot be trusted." His expression was extremely 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, I will bring 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, hmm? In a double sense." Magnus was very happy.

"Magnus! I've put up with you for so long!"

Guilliman's rage was immediately filled again.

After a brief interlude, the Primarch's conversation returned to the main topic, and Dukel asked Guilliman about the progress of preparations for the celebration.

"Duke, I thought you wouldn't care about this celebration." The Regent was very surprised and then talked about a difficult problem he encountered during the recent celebration preparations.

An Imperial Rogue Trader, who happened to be in a nearby star zone, after receiving news of the upcoming celebration, sent his congratulations to Guilliman and expressed his determination to attend this grand ceremony.

However, this unfortunate Rogue Trader's spaceship was attacked by Chaos demons while passing through the Warp channel.

Guilliman would not sit idly by and do nothing about this—in fact, he was troubled by the lack of manpower. Most of the Imperial warriors were still fighting hard to clean up the many lost worlds that had fallen into Chaos nearby.

If they withdrew manpower to rescue the wandering merchant, it was likely to delay the celebration.

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

"You're going there yourself?"

Guilliman looked surprised.

"Of course not." A smile appeared on Dukel's face, although his expeditionary corps was also clearing out the nearby dark world and had no extra manpower.

But there was still a force under his command that had not been activated. "My offspring have been born, and it is just right to use the blood of these demons to feed these young men."

"You actually finished it?!" Guilliman was extremely shocked. As the Primarch, he understood the difficulty of Dukel's research.

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

Now that the Human Empire was engulfed in darkness and on the verge of collapse, as a loyal Primarch, Guilliman naturally hoped that more warriors could work together to turn the tide.

But these were just ideal conditions. No matter how shocking the research results were, they had to ultimately be tested through actual combat.

However, looking at Dukel's confident expression, Guilliman was also eager to see what kind of surprises these children would bring to the empire.