Not Just a Legion? I'll Breed One Myself!

However, living seeds were expensive, costing 1,000 Regent Points, while nutritional canned food made from them was far cheaper—one point could be exchanged for ten tons.

Another item that made his heart race was in the "Items" category—"Dragon Soul (Eastern Lineage)."

There were not many things in the Invincible universe that could directly enhance one's combat power at its source, and this counted as one.

Guilliman could also purchase other things, such as the Immortal's immortality or Atom Eve's atomic powers.

But the strings of zeroes behind those two abilities were so dense that Guilliman had only ever seen them in Chengdu.

He could not afford them. Absolutely could not afford them. Even looking at them once more felt like blasphemy.

The appearance of this Dragon Soul, however, was rather intriguing. It came with many abilities, yet its price was relatively affordable.

When he opened the details, the image that entered his mind was that of a classic Eastern divine dragon.

Although its scales were an unusual green and its body somewhat bloated, there was no mistaking that sacred, majestic aura.

Guilliman remembered this character from the world of Invincible.

His name was Mr. Liu, and he possessed the strength to contend with the newly awakened Invincible—roughly equivalent to a weaker Viltrumite.

Even Guilliman, who had perfectly fused the Primarch's power with the Regent's destructive might, could not ignore such a boost in combat strength.

After all, in the Invincible universe, no matter how strong one person was, two fists could not beat four hands. They could not withstand a group beating.

But that was only because the numbers were not high enough!

If Invincible Mark had possessed the power of a low-tier Viltrumite when he fought Omni-Man, then the outcome would truly have been uncertain.

Viltrumites did indeed grow stronger with age, and fierce battles could help them break through their limits, but the extent of that growth was limited.

The physical enhancement brought by this Dragon Soul could raise Guilliman's strength by another tier!

But what truly concerned him was the Dragon Soul's nature.

It was a higher power of the idealistic kind, one tied to the realm of the soul.

In the Warhammer Universe, anything involving souls was inevitably connected to the Warp in countless ways.

The system description clearly stated that the redeemer could directly devour and fuse with this Dragon Soul, internalizing it as part of themselves.

They would thereby gain the ability to transform into a giant dragon and wield natural forces such as wind, fire, water, and lightning.

(Transform into a giant dragon... wield the forces of nature...)

Guilliman had to admit that, for any descendant of Yan-Huang with a dragon totem etched into the depths of their soul, this held an irresistible appeal.

Once he fused with this giant dragon, he would truly become a descendant of the dragon!

Not only would it add another layer of "dragon power" to his body, it would also complete his authority over the mystic arts, particularly in the domain of natural elements.

However, the price of this temptation was terrifyingly high: a full 200,000 Regent Points.

(It seems my leisurely days must come to an end.

I need to accelerate the reclamation of Ultramar.

Only by controlling more planets and establishing more efficient rule can I earn enough points.)

Guilliman stared at the bottomless shop interface of the [Strongest Regent System], and the longer he looked, the more eager he became.

This was not a shop at all. It was clearly a treasure vault for an entire universe!

It not only provided supplies and equipment, but even living people could be exchanged for, with absolute Loyalty guaranteed.

His gaze swept across names of powerful beings that made his head spin: "Invincible" Mark Grayson, "Omni-Man" Nolan Grayson...

Those names represented power capable of shaking the stars alone.

As long as he had enough points, he could summon them here and make them the sharpest blades beneath his command.

(Having such combat power would certainly be an overwhelming advantage...)

Guilliman stroked his chin. (But it would not matter if I did not.

Is the Imperium's Exterminatus merely for show?

Even Viltrumites would be left half-dead after being washed over by overwhelming Cyclonic Torpedoes, Virus Bombs, and crust-burning beams.)

What truly made his heart pound and his breathing quicken slightly was another category of "goods" in the shop.

Political talents and high-tech talents!

And at the pinnacle of those two categories, one name combined them both, glimmering with an enticing cold light.

His gaze locked firmly onto one listing. The image on the panel showed a horrifying, deformed figure soaking in nutrient fluid.

The ultimate mastermind behind the Invincible universe—Robot!

Shop price: 3,000,000 Regent Points.

Guilliman knew all too well what terrifying power lay within that crippled shell.

It was a universe-class "greatest brain"!

In politics and governance, he was in no way inferior to the original Guilliman.

By himself, he could manage an entire planet, or even a far larger system, in perfect order.

He could make society run efficiently and let the people live and work in peace and contentment—under his control.

This ability to turn chaos into absolute order was precisely what the bloated, inefficient, corrupt Imperium lacked most right now!

As for technology and creation, he was practically another D.A. Sinclair, possessing the technology to create robot legions capable of restraining, or even fighting, Viltrumites!

Those creations were certainly no weaker than Astartes in individual combat power. More terrifyingly, they neither ate, drank, slept, nor rested; they had no morale issues and obeyed absolutely.

As long as resources were sufficient, he could churn out a steel tide that covered entire planets.

Most importantly, those armies would be under his absolute control. Their core command logic would be unbreakable, completely eliminating any possibility of another Men of Iron Rebellion!

(He's the one!)

Guilliman made his decision.

(As long as I get hold of this "greatest brain," the mountain of Imperium affairs that makes one's scalp go numb at a glance can be saved!)

He could practically see the wonderful future where he was freed from endless mountains of paperwork, meetings, and bureaucratic wrangling.

He, Roboute Guilliman, a reborn Primarch fused with the mighty power of the Viltrumite Regent, ran tirelessly about and fought across the Milky Way.

Could his ultimate goal possibly be to nail himself to Terra's golden desk, approving documents, hearing reports, and maintaining balances all day long?

Of course not!

With this Robot handling the mundane affairs, he could truly be liberated.

Having inherited everything from Regent Thragg, the ambition for conquest and creation in his bones was burning fiercely as well.

At the very least, he had to enjoy some of the benefits of being a "Regent," right?

Build a vast harem, conquer the heavens and earth...

Oh, it was for a greater goal: to breed a "Primarch-version" Viltrumite legion for the Imperium—and for his own bloodline!

Just imagine it. His children would inherit his optimized, powerful genes, fused from Primarch traits and Viltrumite Smart Atoms.

Each of them would possess a sanctified body, shattering mountains with their left fists and splitting stars with their right.

Who would need any complicated schemes then?

He would simply crush everything in his path, plowing through and remaking the Milky Way with absolute force.

Even the Chaos Gods would not dare absorb this group of humanoid nuclear bombs into the Warp!

By then, the Imperium of Man ought to change its surname to Roboute.

His bloodline would spread deep into every planet, thoroughly integrating with humanity as a species.

Humanity would then welcome a glorious evolution and achieve collective ascension!

If pure-blooded human children grew too slowly to cultivate a powerful army within a short time,

he could simply seek out xenos species with exceptionally short growth cycles.

For example, the mantis people from the Invincible universe, who reached adulthood in a single year, would make highly ideal maternal hosts.

In any case, his genes were now extremely invasive. Whatever kind of xenos they were, as long as they carried his "seed,"

within eighty to a hundred years, they would absolutely be assimilated and optimized into elite "Primarch-version Viltrumite" hybrids!

By then, he alone would be the source of an ever-expanding super legion.

(Everything is for a more efficient, stronger, more stable future for every human in the Milky Way.)

(As for the "hardships" and "sacrifices" involved... I, Guilliman, shall not shirk my duty!)

(Let Guilliman suffer a little, and all humanity shall be happy!)