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

Orcs are simply unreasonable!

This was the only thought in Guilliman's mind. He finally gave a cold order to Gronn, "If you, an orc, don't listen to my advice, don't blame Macragge's weapons for attacking you!"

The communication was unilaterally terminated. I, Goron, was stunned for a while, and then a cruel and cunning smile that the imperial army was most familiar with appeared on the corner of my mouth.

"Okay, okay... Is that what you, blue can, are doing? If you don't ask me to go, I still insist on going!"

With a wave of his hand, Goron, all the orcs focused their attention on him, "Boys, stop picking mushrooms! We have a new job to do now! Renovate our spaceships and paint them purple. Paint! An interesting infiltration mission is waiting for us!"

"I will listen to you, boss Goron." The orc raised his hands and shouted. He stuffed the mushrooms in his hands and the basket into his mouth and ate them up in three or two mouthfuls. Then he followed Goron's steps back to his camp.

The only remaining World Eaters in the galaxy and this group of orcs led by me, Goron, are across the river. The small village built of wood and stone bricks is the territory of the World Eaters. They carry the agricultural tools they made by themselves to loosen the soil and plow. land.

On the other side, what appears to be a more advanced civilization is the orc residential area. Electric wires are spread throughout the city like spider webs. It is somewhere between chaos and order. A slight change will give people a completely different feeling.

Slogans like giving birth to fewer orcs and giving more thought to them are all over this town. I, Goron, have long realized that this planet cannot withstand the growth of orcs, so I have long promoted the idea of ​​moderation among the boys.

I thought that by working together, the number of orcs was actually maintained at a stable value. The orc spores scattered across the planet also developed slowly and could only grow some fungi with different flavors.

As the big tech bully sounded the security alarm, a scrap metal recycling warehouse slowly opened, and a small warship that could only accommodate a few thousand orcs was exposed in front of my eyes.

Find paint, spray it on, and wait for the purple to spread all over the ship. That's when I, Gronn, will take the orcs to Macragge.

......

"Calgar." Guilliman asked his heir, "I am going to leave Macragge's security to you. Do you have confidence?"

Calgar replied respectfully, "My father, I know every inch of Macragge. I will not let you down."

"Very good." Guilliman nodded with satisfaction and told Calgar about the problems Macragge might encounter next. "If any orcs come to attend the wedding, stop them all. I allow you to Lethal force is used in the most critical moments.”

"But my father... Today's orcs have been sent to the inaccessible ghoul sector by the Necrontyr and the Subjective. The only orcs active in the empire now are my Gronns... Are you sure you want to treat them like this? ?" Calgar said slightly worriedly. Gronn and his orc boys are not famous among the people of the empire, but they are very conspicuous among the original bodies and space warriors.

After all, who could forget that these orcs were Angron's neighbors? And contrary to the warlike nature of the orcs, they lived a simple and unpretentious farming life on the planet with the equally bloodthirsty World Eaters.

Guilliman's face was slightly stiff. He suddenly realized that his attitude towards the orcs was a little too extreme, but he did not have any regrets for his previous actions.

Their civilization and courtesy are only relative to the orcs, not to the entire human empire, or even the Eldar.

"I've made up my mind, just do it." Guilliman ended the conversation with Calgar with a wave of his hand.

Seeing that the father of the Primarch was not very interested, Calgar bowed and left, leaving Guilliman alone.

It seemed that Guilliman was the only one left in the room, but the next moment a layer of white mist appeared on Guilliman's body, floating around him and transforming into the silhouette of Ifreni.

"Guilliman..."

"Efrenie..."

The two greeted each other, hugged each other, and asked each other if they had encountered any new troubles in the past few days.

Just like Guilliman's efforts to suppress rumors among the human community, Ifreni's compatriots did not agree with her pursuit. They only felt that the relationship progress between Ifreni and Guilliman was really unreasonable. too fast.

Only a little bitch who tramples on love and enjoys carnality can establish a relationship and get married so quickly! What about your spiritual communication? Where is your soul wandering?

Ifreni had nothing to say about this. Although she and Guilliman had not established a common and harmonious spiritual world, in the previous years, countless bizarre dreams had promoted their relationship to the extreme.

"I'm looking forward to our wedding." Putting aside those unpleasant memories, Ifreni said to Guilliman, "I'm even more looking forward to what kind of children we will have in the future."

Guilliman blushed slightly. He felt that Ifreni's ability to say such explicit words must be related to the Slaanesh in Isa's body.

"Having a child may not be an easy task. No one among the Primarchs has ever had a child. Even my father did not leave a child who was truly born through the biological process in such a long time. Our power It’s too strong, no living thing can withstand it.”

"But I suppose none of you have tried it on the Eldar, have you?"

"Oh... Ifreni, this... this is so true."

"shameless?"

"That was not what I meant."

Efreni's eyes softened, and she hugged Guilliman tightly, wishing to rub him into her body, "My little Robert, we will have three months without interruption after the wedding. You can do whatever you want at that time.”

Guilliman didn't know how he felt after hearing these words. He only knew that he had finished weaving a whole piece of percussion music, and the virtual image of Ifreni had long since disappeared.

He took a few deep breaths to calm down his mood, then opened the door and faced the next work with the original body in a full state.

......

Isn't this a little bad?

Isa, who was far away from the God-Emperor, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. In the end, she could only ask Isa coldly why she distorted the conversation between Guilliman and Ifreni.

Isa's face was filled with uncontrollable joy. One of her eyes was staring at Guilliman, who was a little embarrassed, and the other eye was staring at Ifreni, who was covering her face in the Ark because of Guilliman's explicit words.

Just now, Ifreni only heard Guilliman's desire and longing for her. Those aggressive and even slightly vulgar and humiliating words made her feel as if her body was being burned in a furnace.

"Don't you think this is very efficient?" Isa replied matter-of-factly, "Look at Guilliman and Ifreni, both of them don't figure things out clearly. I'm just helping them. Xiao speeds up the process so that they can enter the state faster."