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

The two of them were at a loss. Looking at Sanguinius's perfect and confident smile, they felt a little more determined.

Yes, they are the original body!

How can we accept our fate before everything is done?

Not wanting to delay any longer, everyone boarded the fastest battleship in Chagatai.

Chagatai was really anxious this time. He pushed the captain away and sat on it himself.

This master control chair prepared for mortals is not an obstacle to the Jaghatai, which possesses the essence of subspace.

His body turned into a stream of lightning, seeping through the pipes and cables and covering the entire ship.

The ship has an exaggerated speed, which is simply an extension of Chagatai's non-stop pace.

They plunged into the webway and rushed towards Terra.

The Primarchs moved too quickly, leaving only a simple order for the Ultramarines and Blood Angels to rush to Terra.

Cyrus scratched his head, feeling helpless at the eagerness of the Primarchs.

Just as he was about to look through the replicas he had kept privately, Corax came out of the dark and claustrophobic small room.

He straightened his mood and decided to respect Chagatai's privacy and help him hide it.

Now he wanted to go to his brother Guilliman and explain to him how serious a crisis of trust would be caused by stealing Jaghatai's books.

He was unable to sense the fluctuations of Guilliman and Sanguinius's original bodies from the fleet, so he found Cyrus and asked them where they were.

"Lord Corax."

Facing Corax, Cyrus was at a loss.

The current Raven Lord is just a thin and fair-skinned mortal, and he is also a being that Space Marines need to overlook.

Looking down upon the Primarch, this was simply a crime of disrespect.

Squatting down and looking at the Primordial Primordial...the smell seems a bit wrong...

So don't look at the original body? This seems even more disrespectful.

Corax saw Cyrus' confusion and waved slightly, indicating that Cyrus would just communicate with him in a normal manner.

In a few words, Corax knew the whereabouts of the other brothers.

"Alas... why is brother so impatient?"

"Then what do we do now?"

"Go to Terra, of course, and see what they're going to do."

......

Tyra.

The cradle of humankind.

The heart of the human empire.

This ancient and vicissitudes of the planet is now full of life, and the never-ending religious mass has been forcibly prohibited by the Emperor.

Those priests and sisters who were temporarily out of work were sent by the Emperor to another place to shine.

That is to follow the footsteps of the Imperial Guard and the Sisters of Silence, go to Terra's dilapidated ancient sewer system, and eliminate all remaining dangers.

The underground was full of flames of war, but with the help of more than a thousand forbidden troops, there was no danger.

The ground was plunged into a sea of ​​celebration, and the Lord of Mankind used the Star Torch to send a happy message to the entire empire.

The terror threatening the Empire has been contained! A new era of hope is coming!

For those remote planets, this news is just a common method used by the imperial government to promote a victory.

The people on Terra could truly feel the weight of these words, because they actually saw the Emperor and the Primarchs walking among mortals.

It had been half a year since the Emperor last appeared in public, and he had managed to use many means to suppress the rising suicide rate.

There was no temptation of aliens or demons among these suicide groups. They just saw the perfection of the Emperor and felt that they had no regrets in this life.

"Ah, religion. It is useful to unite people, but ignorance is also really fatal." Odemair smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying that if the emperor went out, he must wear a golden laurel crown that restricted psychic power.

Terra is currently holding a summit of civilizational exchanges, but the scale is small and it is only held in the throne room of the Terra Palace.

"Where would it be better to place the orcs and insect swarms? It would be best to place them in an area that is sparsely populated and has little development value."

"How about the Ghoul Sector? There is a lack of development there, and there are few stable population centers no matter what the forces are."

"I think it's okay. We just need to clean up the unstable factors in the local area that may promote the evolution of orcs and insect swarms, and at the same time, vigorously mine materials."

"The orcs and insect swarms will be restrained under the supervision of the dynasty. As long as the scale is too large and there are signs of danger to the current galaxy, the dynasty fleet will go to clean it up."

It was said to be a meeting, but in fact the only subjects of the exchange were the Emperor and the Silent King.

The Tau Empire is too small, and there are too few Eldar.

Other races are just subsidiary or allied races of these two civilizations, such as the carnivorous Kroot people.

The Emperor and the Silent King communicated, but more attention was focused on a table where they stepped off the stage.

Dorn, Trazin, Efreni, and Shadow Sun were competing around a square table. Others, including Odemair, were watching the fight on the square table.

This is also a battlefield, but without the smoke.

Dorn's face was expressionless, and even a human spirit like Trazin could not see Dorn's psychological activities.

After a long time, Trazin sighed quietly, pinched a card with his metal fingers and punched it out.

"Get rich!"

Dorn pushed his hand and showed his cards to everyone, "What a fool."

Trazin took a look and saw that Dorn's win was not big, just the most basic four-match pair.

But Dorne can't hold back, accumulating small victories into big ones.

After a hundred games, Dorne's winning rate is 80%.

Playing mahjong with Dorn is quite painful. He can grasp the trend of the game and would rather split the cards and let anyone mess with the big cards.

When the situation goes wrong, it can quickly cut off its tail to survive, and use easy small wins to seduce people into giving up big wins.

Trazin secretly scolded Yingyang for her short-sightedness. If she hadn't been following Dorn's butt to grab Hu, Trazin wouldn't have been able to get the big names to join in at the last moment, and the game would have ended hastily.

Looking at Ifreni aside, this Eldar is equally fast at understanding human games.

With a normal expression on her face, she threw the chips in her hand to Dorn, not worrying at all that she would lose them all.

These chips only symbolize the honor of victory, and this alone is enough for everyone to go all out.

No one likes to fail, even in entertainment projects.

Another round of cards started, and Trazin saw Efreni's fingers trembling slightly, as if she had foreseen something.

When everyone's cards were piled up one by one, and it was Efreni's turn to draw cards, she let out a breath and rubbed her fingers over the texture of mahjong.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he immediately slapped the cards on the table and declared his victory in a sweet voice.

"What a fool! Touch the big three yuan!"

Efreni felt slightly proud of everyone's surprise. She had predicted this victory in the previous card game.

(Daily recommendation for new books, "I've become stronger, and I'm about to die")