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

The God-Emperor nodded in understanding. She really paid attention to efficiency. If Ifreni and Guilliman were still respectful to each other a year or two after their marriage, then when would she be able to see her grandchildren?

Seeing this from the God-Emperor's face, Isa asked with a smile, "How is training Khorne and Nurgle going? Are you happy?"

"It was a little boring at first, but once you get used to it, it's really... interesting." The God Emperor's calm and holy face showed a smile after mentioning this.

This smile has little to do with kindness, but more of a sense of relief that energy and resentment have been released.

"Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch have disgusted me for too long." The God-Emperor narrowed her eyes slightly, and she lost her face when she thought of the many troubles in the past. "Now they will accept my teachings and prepare themselves for the future. Be prepared, God of righteousness and order.”

Isa applauded the God-Emperor's plan, "That's great, my little cutie. If you need whips and thorns, just ask me for them."

"No need, my slap is enough. Khorne's little ass without armor can't bear my anger at all." The God-Emperor rejected Isa's kindness, and she lit up her palms wrapped with golden flames. Even from such a distance, Isa's eyes were dazzled.

Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch... Feeling sorry for the current lives of these three neighbors, Isa suddenly became nervous.

There was no other reason, but because of the nature of Slaanesh in his body, he began to look forward to what it would feel like to be pressed down on his legs by the God-Emperor, his pants taken off, and his butt severely spanked.

Isa shook her head, indicating that she still had things to do, and quickly disappeared into the subspace.

The God-Emperor returned to her throne and continued her interesting work of teaching Khorne and Nurgle.

Time passed day by day, and there was only one week left before Guilliman's wedding.

The whole of Macragge already has a feeling of celebration. Garlands symbolizing blessings are piled at the foot of the white marble columns. The ships coming to attend the wedding fill the sky of Macragge. At the shipyard, Macragge would not see the light of the sun for the next few days.

"My brother, I have prepared for you, clothing full of Macragge characteristics, and integrating the best features of many wedding cultures in the empire." Fulgrim looked at Guilliman in the mirror, who was wearing a dress. Satisfied, the clothes on his body were made with great effort by himself.

Many of the materials were even forged by Vulcan and Ferus, making them unique.

But Guilliman didn't think there was anything attractive about these fancy clothes. He had never liked Fulgrim's ostentatious style. He just felt that when he put on these clothes, he looked like a seven-colored bird with newspapers stuffed into its tail feathers.

"Otherwise...I'd better wear power armor and get married."

As soon as Guilliman spoke, he felt a sad wind blowing from behind. He sighed and saw Fulgrim lowering his head in the mirror, and saw that the little pearl was about to drop.

Damn Jaghatai...damn effeminate...

The tough character of the original body has temporarily become history, and Guilliman had no choice but to comfort Fulgrim, "It's not that the dress you made doesn't look good, but it's more cost-effective to wear power armor."

"Value for money? You're about to get married, so what's the point of talking about cost-effectiveness? This may only happen for a short time in this life. After all, the person you're marrying is not an ordinary mortal, but a spiritual tribe who was once chosen by the God of Death."

Guilliman's pale excuse was unconvincing, and in the end he had no choice but to agree with Fulgrim's statement, and put the dress into the stasis field for preservation amid the latter's momentarily happy expression.

Guilliman was not alone in the preparations for the wedding, as his Primarch brothers and sisters also gave considerable help.

For example, Vulcan's salamanders took advantage of their ability to use fire and volunteered to take on the task of preparing meals for the wedding.

Guilliman went to the back kitchen once, which should be called a hellish furnace.

Wearing power armor and armed with a flamethrower and a tactical dagger, the Salamanders, under the leadership of Vulcan, produce high-quality food with astonishing efficiency.

Some foods that are easy to cook don't even need to be specially handled by Salamander. They can be quickly cut and piled on the plate, and they will be cooked just by relying on the heat gathered in the huge kitchen.

Dorn and Perturabo, two bitter rivals, had a dispute over the placement of dining chairs and the ranking of priorities. Both had their own understandings and would not give in.

Sometimes Perturabo would be so angry that he would kick Dorn in the knee, and Dorn would push Perturabo's head with his hand to keep her away from him.

The Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors did not dare to break up the fight, so they could only put away their dusting artifacts and squat aside to wait for instructions.

Leman Russ brought the spirits from his hometown and spent the whole day making wine and having dinner with the wolf cubs, saying he wanted to get drunk at the wedding.

But seeing her lack of restraint, Guilliman felt that the wolf could drink all the wine by himself before the wedding took place.

And there are those who can help, and there are those who can't, such as Ryan and the Dark Angels.

Both fathers and children were busy asking Guilliman if there was any unrest on Macragge that they needed to deal with.

Just kidding, not to mention that Macragge has one of the lowest crime rates in the entire Imperium. Even if there was real trouble, Guilliman didn't dare to let Ryan and the others deal with it. He hadn't forgotten the last time Ryan used a torpedo to accurately clean the ground in Macragge.

Finally... there's Chagatai.

Guilliman didn't know what to do with this brother who had caused so much trouble.

He had stood in front of Jaghatai, listening to her cry out about her repentance, but Guilliman always felt that there was an idea that was difficult to hide behind Jaghatai's seemingly sincere face.

The reason she wanted to attend the wedding was not to witness this moment of great happiness with her own eyes, but to provide precious inspiration for her other yet-to-be-formed stories.

After much deliberation, Guilliman still brought Jaghatai, but he was not prepared to let Jaghatai appear in public. He just prepared several screens for her so that she could see the wedding scene.

I have done my best, Guilliman thought.

......

"I really didn't expect that Guilliman and Ifreni actually became a couple. I thought it was just some fun and funny idea." Looking at the invitation in his hand, Lin Fan was filled with emotion.

"To be honest, when I was in school, I actually heard some people have ideas about what could happen to the Eldar and the Primarch." Elafren put his arms around Lin Fan's neck and recalled some things in Commorragh. .

(Didn’t you tell me to open a new Warhammer? I said I didn’t have any ideas. I suddenly had an idea when I was fishing at work these days, so I wrote the beginning of a new Warhammer. The new book has not been released yet, but the world view is not Follow the end of this book, but change the protagonist and direction of the story. This book focuses on peace, maybe the next one will focus on Tutu? [Sad, maybe it will be written later with the relationship between Fighting to Break the Sky and the Great Master. Same], as for the extras of this book, I still have to write them, after all, some of the short stories that defy the odds are quite interesting]. As for "I'm Dying", I can only write it based on the situation. I'm really busy after I graduate. .)