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

Guilliman was busy deploying his troops to attack the Eldar's defenses, while Sanguinius successfully led the Blood Angels to trap Curze in the ruins.

The buildings used for hiding and wandering were destroyed, but this was not an irreparable loss. All it took was a thought from Isa's mind, and the psychic power could trace back the state of the place.

The people buried under the rubble don't have to worry. They just feel that they have slept for a long time. In their dreams, they are carrying out what they think is a perfect celebration.

"Curze! You have nowhere to hide!" Sanguinius shouted majestically. The Blood Angels stood behind him and surrounded Curze. As long as the angel gave the order, countless cannonballs would fall. On Coze.

The corner of Cozzi's mouth twitched, "You madman, your nature is the same as Ryan's, you are both barbaric."

"Barbaric?" Sanguinius suppressed his anger, "That's because you are unrepentant! You have repeatedly challenged my bottom line, and now all mockery will be punished! Everyone listen to my orders!"

Cozz curled his lips disdainfully. He was not afraid of death to begin with, especially since these bullets could only make him fall into a deep sleep.

He just regretted that he couldn't continue teasing Sanguinius and enjoying the look of anger on his face.

"Wait! Sanguinius!" A black shadow flew from a distance, landed around Curze and transformed into a human form.

Seeing Corax, Sanguinius finally had some sense on his face. He had no ill intentions towards this brother, so he asked the Blood Angels not to act rashly and to see what Corax wanted to do.

Corax turned back and looked at Curze now with a complicated expression.

Sigh...not as good as the original relatives.

The regret in Corax's eyes was like seeing a cute and cute cat turn wild.

Curze shuddered and immediately roared, "Corax! What's that look in your eyes? Do you pity me? Do you pity me?"

Corax didn't say anything, just sighed, and then controlled the shadows to escape and surround Curze, saying, "You used to like being wrapped in darkness the most."

The corners of Curze's mouth twitched crazily, apparently remembering the embarrassing look he had felt in Corax's arms before.

He did like the deep darkness of Corax, but now he couldn't bring himself to show kindness to the raven from that face.

Corax played with the shadows in various ways, teasing Curze like a cat. This kind of teasing made Curze unbearable.

He screamed and rushed towards Corax, scratched his face, stepped on Corax's head and jumped up high.

Sanguinius fluttered his wings and leaped over to catch Curze, holding his hands tightly and asking Corax how he was doing.

There were several blood streaks on Corax's face. He just smiled and said that Curze's attack was as cute as a kitten throwing a tantrum. Then, in conjunction with Sanguinius's movements, he made the shadows into chains and tied Curze tightly. .

Sanguinius clenched his fists and made a clicking sound. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Curze, thinking about how to deal with this brother who always made him angry.

kill him?

It seems that I can't do it.

After Sanguinius captured Curze, he didn't know how to deal with him. In Curze's eyes full of ridicule, he made a decision.

He removed Curze's armor, exposing his pale feet to the air, then took off a few feathers from his wings and gave them to Dante and the others.

"Go, take this and tickle me Coz."

"Is the best revenge you can think of is to scratch the soles of my feet with feathers? That's so ridiculous." Curze curled his lips in disdain, and Sanguinius didn't feel ashamed.

He just said rather contemptuously, "It's not that I can only think of this method, but that you only deserve to be retaliated in this ridiculous way."

As soon as he said these words, Corax could clearly sense that Curze was anxious. He glared at the approaching Dante and swore that once he got out of trouble, he would beat him to pieces.

Dante doesn't care about the threat of the Night Lord. He only feels sorry that this feather that can be passed down as a sacred object will become an itch.

"Don't come near me! Keep that thing away! I'm warning you! I'm warning you!"

Under Sanguinius' playful smile, Curze endured unimaginable humiliation.

"Why are my brothers all idiots? I thought they had more normal minds." Guilliman, who was watching all this with the help of surveillance equipment, couldn't help but throw the battle plan in his hand onto the table.

Think about how majestic Sanguinius was during the Battle of Terra. He fought against tens of thousands of rebels without even taking a step back. Now he is obsessed with tickling Curze's funny things and can't extricate himself.

Thousands of words finally merged into a sigh. Guilliman could only think that the peaceful atmosphere made Sanguinius less willing to fight.

Turning to look at Cato Sicarius, the new Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, this was Guilliman's punishment for Calgar's failure to prevent the orcs from infiltrating.

"Where have our soldiers advanced? Have they joined up with the Dark Angels?"

"The casualties were quite heavy, my lord. Twenty thousand brothers fell asleep among the flowers, but fortunately the road has been opened, and the Eldar cannot rebuild their defense line at all."

"very good."

"But my lord, I have some bad news."

"speak."

"Uh... your wife, Ms. Everenne, seems to have joined the battlefield and led the Eldar defenders to launch an effective counterattack. The troops of Ferus and Lord Fulgrim were repulsed."

Guilliman raised his brows, surprised that Ifreni participated in the battlefield, but when Cato Sicarius handed him an image sent from the front line, all doubts disappeared.

Everenne's exquisite and gorgeous dress had disappeared, leaving only a single white flower unique to Macragge in her hair.

Her face showed the enthusiasm and enjoyment of fighting, and she picked off one Iron Hand and Lamenter warrior after another with a double-edged spear.

Yes, Efrenie is such a woman.

In the dream, the two of them seldom talked and had romantic affairs. They mostly appeared on a desperate and dangerous battlefield with enemies attacking from all directions.

Guilliman looked at himself. The uniform Fulgrim had made for him had been completely destroyed in the fight with Gronn, and only this sturdy power armor was still with him.

He was a warrior, and so was Ifrene.

That kind of simple and boring wedding really cannot give two people a happy memory.

Thinking of this, Guilliman felt more grateful to Naisha.

However, thanks to gratitude, Guilliman has not forgotten his current mission. What he has to do is to lead Macragge's people towards the palace at the end and rescue Ifreni with his own hands.