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

"The wedding will be held in Macragge..." Isa couldn't help but mutter to herself on the deck chair while looking at the endless ocean. After Lin Fan finished writing a world view, he went into a short break and took Dili with him. Ya and the others tamed a Leviathan in the ice ocean of Fenris that once made the Tyranid swarm think twice.

Watching Leviathan's mountain-high back crossing the ocean, Isa thought about how Guilliman's wedding should be structured. She would send these inspirations into Fulgrim's mind in the form of dreams. .

I don’t know how my dear will react when he sees the Primarch and the Emperor in their current form.

Isa covered her mouth and chuckled, suddenly looking forward to the future.

.....

Macragge has never been so lively. The entire empire's attention seems to be focused here. The personnel at the star port are busy because they have to process the arrival information of a large number of ships. If it weren't for the ultramarines and the large canteen navy to help them I have long been exhausted at my post.

Calgar didn't know how he felt about carrying out the task assigned to him by his father Guilliman. This should have been a rare honor, but the execution was full of bitterness.

"Our father is getting married." Calga put down the document in his hand and rubbed his sour eyes. Catosikarius on the other end also responded lazily.

"Yeah... dad's getting married... to a fucking pointy-eared alien."

Calga glanced at Cato Sicarius and did not refute his angry words, because in his heart he also had the same view as Cato Sicarius.

How can the father get married? Even if he gets married, how can he marry an alien with pointed ears...

It's not like they didn't go to Guilliman to question this question. Guilliman didn't use force to make everyone surrender. Instead, he took out a document obtained from the subject and talked about it.

"Do you still remember such a think tank in the Chapter's history?"

"Remember, he was a powerful psyker, and his contributions to the Chapter were enough to be recorded on the innermost wall of the monastery."

"It will be easier if you remember. According to reliable information, the think tank is not a pure human. In fact, he is a human and Eldar hybrid, and his mother is the pointed-eared alien that you hate."

"Sir, this..."

"Since there is a precedent, this is nothing new for me. Moreover, this marriage is more of a political nature. It can strengthen the connection between us and the Eldar and eliminate the differences and suspicions between us."

"Lord Guilliman..."

"Needless to say, I have my own sense of proportion."

Oh my god...why am I alive to witness this.

Calga covered his face and sighed. If he could, he really wanted to cry in front of Cato Sicarius.

Catosikarius seemed to have looked away. He came over and patted Calga on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. This day is inevitable after the war ends. It's just that we didn't expect it to be like this." Almost there."

These words did not comfort Calga, but made him even more excited. "What kind of spell did that witch cast on our father? It must be that kiss! That kiss was not the key to awakening our father at all, but a damn curse." The sorcery of Slaanesh!"

"Don't say that, Slaanesh is now... an ally of the Empire for a while at least..."

"Quack!" Calga howled, banging his fists on the table and shouting, "Why! Father, why do you treat us like this!"

The sound of footsteps came, and Catosikarius knew it was Guilliman's movement as soon as he heard it. He patted Calgar on the shoulder to cheer him up and not to offend the original body because of his momentary cowardice.

As a result, Calgar was sitting upright the moment Guilliman entered, with a normal expression on his face. It was completely impossible to tell that this man had an emotional breakdown just now.

Calga even glanced at Cato Sicarius with dissatisfaction, and blamed him in a calm tone for not working faster. The wedding day would not be delayed even because of his laziness.

This attitude was naturally appreciated by Guilliman. He had been disturbed by doubts from all walks of life in Macragge these days. If he hadn't had a marriage certificate issued by the Emperor, it would have been difficult for him to fool him.

Now seeing Calgar, the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter, expressing full respect and approval for Guilliman's wedding, Guilliman also showed a relaxed smile.

"You...I..." After hearing what Calga had said, Cato Sikarius felt like he was holding a breath in his chest and couldn't spit it out. He could only grit his teeth and say a few words in secret, "Okay, sit down." He went back to his seat and swore that he would never be deceived by this thick-browed boy like Calga next time.

"How is the list going?" The guests attending the wedding banquet are one of Guilliman's biggest concerns. He wants to give Ifreni a perfect wedding, and he also hopes that Macragge will show his best to the world during the wedding. Bright side.

His brothers and sisters knew this idea clearly, and Perturabo and Lion made no secret of their thoughts, directly pointing out that Guilliman wanted Macragge to become the second administrative center of the Human Empire.

But the Emperor also acquiesced to Guilliman's actions. Today's empire has no difficulty in communication, and psychic communication can span the entire galaxy almost in an instant.

The only troublesome thing is the transportation network. The network is fragile and only a few ships can pass through it without any damage. Although the subspace is not infested by demons, the ebb and flow of the network is quite fateful.

Dividing the human empire among many primarchs for fragmented governance has become the empire's next development momentum, and will even become the prototype of a political system that will extend the human empire to other universes in the future.

If more efficient transportation technology can be found in the future, the political system of the human empire may undergo new changes.

Scan the names on the paper one by one.

Primarch, Emperor, Space Marine representatives, Ecclesiarchy representatives, Battle Sister representatives, Eldar Ark representatives...

"Wait a minute." Guilliman's eyes were fixed on a strange name. "Isn't this Gronn a spelling mistake? It looks like an orc's name."

"Father, this is indeed an orc. He calls himself a friend of the original Angron. We asked the original Angron, and he did not raise any objections. He just nodded and acknowledged this."

Let a bunch of orcs come to a wedding?

Guilliman felt a little dizzy when he thought of this. It was not that the orcs were difficult to deal with, but that these guys would definitely cause a lot of problems if they appeared at the wedding.

Dirty, rough and belligerent!

They'll make Macragge miserable!