Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

The flower buds were fully opened, and the silky black hair, which was the same as the emperor's but longer, flowed out and hung on the throne covered with flowers and vines.

The God-Emperor stood up, and the familiar golden armor enveloped her body. Compared to the emperor waiting in the throne room, wearing loose robes, the God-Emperor was more majestic and steady, revealing a cold aura that could not be blasphemed or offended.

There is a huge golden eagle engraved on the chest on the armor. Because of the outline, it looks like it will spread its wings and fly in the next second. The smaller and more decorative patterns are various skulls and the stern faces of ascetics. Only the falling leaf petals dilute the most indifferent side of human nature in religious divinity.

The God-Emperor stood up and walked around, staring at his palms with golden eyes like the sun, "This is much faster than I expected."

The God-Emperor did not mind his female appearance, but Sanguinius and Ferrus were deeply frightened.

The two brothers looked at each other, neither of them could speak. They could only express their thoughts by looking at each other.

"Oh! God Emperor, welcome back." Isa waved to the God Emperor enthusiastically, and then hugged the God Emperor's arm. Compared to the God Emperor, Isa was smaller in size.

The God-Emperor frowned and asked, "Isa? Or Slaanesh?"

"You can call her whatever you want, we are one." Isa's smile became even brighter. It was a surprise that the God-Emperor did not push her away roughly or drive her away with golden flames.

Isa stared at the cold and majestic face of the God Emperor. She couldn't get enough of it, and she eagerly wanted others to know the God Emperor's new image.

"Let's go."

The God-Emperor was dragged away by Isa, followed closely by Sanguinius and Ferrus.

Flowers bloomed and golden light fell. The psychic energy in the throne room was more abundant, and the Primarchs were sitting at attention, wary of the coming God-Emperor. Lin Fan clasped his hands together, hoping that Isa would not give him the whole life.

Golden light weaved the figure of the God Emperor, and Isa stood beside her and happily announced to everyone, "Da da! The God Emperor is here!"

As soon as Leman Russ saw the visitor, he stood up from his chair in shock and shouted, "This is this?"

Lorgar was even more unbearable. He had kept a low profile since his return, wearing the robes of an ascetic and walking around the empire with the Word Bearers, preaching the emperor's wishes and trying his best to change the cruel and barbaric side of the state religion.

Seeing the female-looking God-Emperor, Lorgar closed his eyes, kept praying, and began to think about whether the God-Emperor's new image would cause turmoil on the religious level of the empire.

The emperor's expression was normal, and he was not too surprised by the appearance of the God-Emperor. The two even exchanged familiar greetings.

Odemair patted the table and blamed the originals for how rare they were. "Isn't it just a female form? What's the big deal? Your father once turned into a she-wolf and nursed two children."

"What are you talking about!" Magnus couldn't sit still now. He had no opinion on the God Emperor. After all, spiritual power was so magical. But when he heard that the Emperor actually had such a dark history, he immediately got excited and sat aside to think quickly, "It is said that the first Primarch to return was not Horus, but Alpharius and Omega... So father, have you breastfed them both?"

"Ahem... Magnus, your guess is completely wrong. Please stop being stupid." Aurora covered her face. He didn't want to look at Magnus' stupid face.

The Emperor blushed, obviously offended by Magnus's unreasonable association. Then he looked at Odemair and complained about why she told the Primarchs these things.

Odemair shrugged, not afraid of the emperor's gaze at all, "Just tell me if you did it."

"It does happen, but you can't explain it so simply. This will create so many misunderstandings."

"Well, let me add something more. That is a myth spread in Roman civilization."

"Rome? What is that?" Perturabo asked, and Odemair replied, "Your brother Guilliman's aesthetics are very similar to Roman civilization. You can understand it if you go to Macragge. "

"Then what does my aesthetic look like?"

"Your aesthetic...is like Greece, with a touch of Fauvism."

“What is Brutalism?”

The throne room became noisy. With such a heavy black history as the She-Wolf's Nursery, the Primarchs looked at the God-Emperor with more understanding.

The God-Emperor was expressionless at these words. She didn't care about such insignificant problems. She just felt troubled by Isa who kept holding her arm.

Just when the emperor thought that the topic was about to enter the next stage, Leman Russ, who raised his stool again, asked stubbornly, "Then if it's breastfeeding, who is qualified to be fed by you?"

"Is this important?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at Leman Russ seriously.

Leman Russ trembled, lowered his head and rubbed the fur on his armor with his fingers.

After a while he suddenly remembered.

No, I'm just a projection, and I'm not really in front of the emperor.

So Leman Russ became a lot more courageous. He saluted the emperor directly and shouted loudly, "Father, please test me until I am qualified to..."

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, Leman Russ was stared at by the emperor's extremely cold eyes and closed his mouth. But the remaining original bodies already understood Leman Russ's thoughts. Their faces were heavy, and their eyes switched back and forth between Leman Russ and the Emperor.

"Ryan." The emperor closed his eyes, his mind filled with the urge to beat Leman Russ up. "Take someone to Fenris and spread Leman Russ's ass for me!"

Ryan stood up, performed an ancient knightly salute, and then the projection disappeared. When Leman Russ saw how serious the matter was, he also removed the projection and disappeared, and began to make plans for his own ass.

"So you are curious about milk?" The God Emperor's cold voice echoed in the original body's ears, "This is not an excessive request. As long as you have contributed to the empire, milk can be listed as a reward. "

The extremely serious attitude of the God-Emperor made the Emperor doubt his life. He covered his face and bent down, sighing for the little majesty and mystery he had left, "Makado...come and save me..."

Guilliman's face stiffened and he twitched twice, "I don't think this is necessary...milk or something, it's really..."

"Shut up, you lucky boy!" Curze shouted. He had always been resentful about Guilliman being raised by adoptive parents. "You have enjoyed the care of your mother, but I have not!"

After saying that, Coze jumped up to the God-Emperor. His pale face was warmed by the golden light, and his dark pupils no longer contained the deep despair and madness. Only the emotions of self-consciousness and disbelief existed.