Not having to lead charges into battle did not mean Zhou Beichen could live the laid-back life of his dreams. Lorgar, that unfilial brat, had a deep grasp of the capitalist essence of "maximizing human resource utilization." There was no way he would let such prime cabbage as Zhou Beichen, personally modified by the Emperor, sit idle.
Aside from occasionally being dragged off to teach those steel giants classes on "ideological mobilization and advanced rhetoric," the largest portion of Zhou Beichen's schedule was packed full of brutal combat and physical training.
Zhou Beichen seriously suspected that the time a demon had practically ripped his heart out on Colchis had left Lorgar deeply traumatized. As a result, the boy had developed an almost obsessive determination to improve his father's ability to survive.
Admittedly, Zhou Beichen's current body, personally modified by the Emperor and enhanced through gene-seed surgery, had absurdly powerful attributes. Strength, speed, reflexes, endurance—all far beyond the realm of mortals, even surpassing many veteran Astartes with years of experience.
But... high stats did not mean he knew how to fight!
Against those Astartes who had crawled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, whose combat instincts were carved into their bones, Zhou Beichen's performance could only be described with one word—pathetic.
The training ground was a vast spherical space, its walls, floor, and ceiling covered in tiny holes. The Legion used a special kind of "magnetic active sand" as a training medium. Through precise manipulation of magnetic fields, these minute metal particles could instantly gather together to simulate moving targets, sturdy cover, and even "enemy units" made of sand that could perform basic attacks and blocks.
At that moment, Zhou Beichen was being besieged in that sandstorm-filled space by five "Chaos Raiders" simulated from magnetic sand.
He was immensely