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

Sewing women's dresses is certainly not a shameful job, but Dante just finds it strange.

They first accompanied Guilliman to Chogoris, and then left in a hurry as if they were guilty of committing crimes. Finally, control of the fleet was handed over to Corax.

Everyone came to Terra in a daze, and no one asked about their situation anymore.

Also having the same questions as Dante are Calgar, an Ultramarine, and Corsaro Khan, the White Scar.

Now they gathered in a simple conference room to discuss what the Primarch and the Emperor were up to.

"Is it possible that it's a new genetic warrior plan?" After thinking for a while, Calga expressed his opinion.

After the galaxy generally calmed down, Space Marine disposal became a big problem.

The Emperor and the Primarchs would naturally not do such cruel things as burning bridges, but they would never allow the Space Marines to become the main component of the Imperial people.

They passed the cruel selection and survived the brutal Apocalypse War. Their relatives had long since passed away, and their friends were just these comrades beside them.

Some Space Marine groups are extremely uncomfortable integrating into the lives of the people of the Empire. They do not have the ancient tradition of being close to mortals like the Salamanders and Ultramarines.

Although Odemair had developed a method of cutting off the gene-seed of Space Marines to reduce them to mortal form, many warriors still could not let go of their genetic affinity to the Primarch.

Perhaps the plan of this new genetic warrior can allow them to retain their gene seeds, and also allow them to survive in the empire as mortals, enjoying the simple pleasure of making friends and creating families.

Dante frowned, he agreed and disagreed with Calga's opinion.

I agree because of the demand for sewing women's clothing. According to the reconnaissance report submitted by the Blood Ravens Chapter, other Chapters have also recently sewn a lot of women's clothing and submitted it.

I don't agree because the size of women's clothing is too large even for Space Marines. Wearing these clothes is only possible for Primarch-level beings.

Therefore, Dante boldly guessed based on the above information that the Emperor was working with the Primarchs to build female genetic Primarchs. In the future, Space Marines would not only have fathers, but even mothers.

But is it really okay?

Dante wasn't sure, but when he thought about the God-Emperor's perfect and holy female appearance, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Both of them had their own ideas, but Corsaro kept his face solemn and said nothing. He felt that Terra must have been in some unimaginable trouble because of the secrets Jaghatai told him.

What could that be? Today, even the evil gods have been expelled. What else can threaten the prosperous future of the empire?

Corsaro was puzzled. He could only sit aside silently with his arms folded. Even if Dante and Calga asked him, he would just shake his head and sigh.

Driven by helplessness and curiosity, Dante could only initiate a visit to the Royal Palace of Terra through official procedures.

After Dorne returned to the palace once again, he fully realized what an honor it was to have the Custodes and Imperial Fists alone to guard Terra, and that other armies who had fought their entire lives for the Empire should also have the opportunity to share this honor.

In the face of the original body's request, the Imperial Fists had no objection. Only the Custodes felt that allowing other troops to participate in the defense of the Palace of Terra was artificially creating a huge defensive loophole.

In this regard, Perturabo, who had always been at odds with Dorne, said a few words: "Either nothing will happen to Terra, or something big will happen. Not to mention the Legion you despise, even if it is your Imperial Army. The effect is also very limited. In the end, it can only be defended by the emperor's action? It's almost enough, you damn golden corns..."

Files are handed in layer by layer, very quickly.

This is not only because the review of many documents is done personally by the Custodes and Space Marines, but also because the empire's backward administrative machinery has also been effectively upgraded by Odemair.

Today, with both Tzeentch and the Void Dragon being contained, the future of humanity's great technological development is within reach.

However, after suffering a round of huge losses due to unlimited technological development that backfired on themselves, Odemeyer and the Emperor will take more conservative and prudent measures in technological development.

In the palace that was closed to the public, Dorn sent these petitions to the other sane brothers and asked for their opinions.

Dorn and Guilliman were the only two people present in Noda's hall.

Corax was busy coaxing the increasingly clingy Curze, while Angron was trying to coordinate the conflicts between the sisters to prevent them from fighting.

Mortalion remotely monitors the land he rules through his numerology, ordering the Death Guard to make the right choices.

Waldo, the commander of the imperial army, followed the lolita-like Emperor every day. Every day, my master was stronger than my master, and he begged the emperor to pinch his cheek with his young hands.

Dorn and Guilliman looked at each other for a long time, and then Guilliman put down the petition in his hand and said softly, "I think they should be told the truth. There shouldn't be too many secrets between the Primarch and the Space Marines. This barrier separated our relationship in the past, and now we..."

"The reason why the estrangement can widen is because of the evil gods' bewitchment and temptation. Now that they are under control, are you sure you still want to tell the truth?"

Dorn's words were not unreasonable. Guilliman immediately began to reorganize his language and thoughts and then continued, "Then downplay the impact of this incident. What reasons do you think would not be used among Space Marines?" It caused an uproar."

As soon as he said the words, Guilliman shook his head, thinking about what good ideas Dorne could come up with. He would not have to think of a solution by himself then.

Dorn spoke, and Guilliman was ready to ignore it.

"Otherwise, they are a temporary experimental product of the Emperor God, used to appease the cold hearts of the soldiers who have been ravaged by the war."

"Experiment? What does this mean?"

"Listen Guilliman, not all brothers have a good background like you. This principle also applies to Space Marines. Not all warriors are born on the beautiful and orderly planet of Macragge."

Oh...So that's what Dorn meant...

Guilliman understood Dorne's thoughts, and then he couldn't help but laugh at the jealousy hidden in Dorne's words, "Why Dorne? Do you also hope to have a mother?"

Donne shook his head, "I have a grandpa who loves me enough, and my grandpa also has a grandma who loves him enough. My emotional needs have been met."