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

"My girlfriend? You can really think about it. Even if you are a girlfriend, Ifreni is not in my turn. You still have a brother who is entangled with her, but that will all happen later."

Lin Fan teased, pointing to the future where Guilliman was awakened by the Death Army. The relationship between Guilliman and Ifreni is very ambiguous, but this is just a joke. The two have more unity in racial interests rather than so-called mutual love.

But this kind of words turned sour when it reached Perturabo's ears. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Fan, "I wonder if that brother of mine has such a hobby?"

"You must be happy to say it. It's that boy from Guilliman. But it's just a joke, it can't be taken seriously."

Lin Fan waved his hands and shook his head, not taking this kind of thing to heart at all.

Perturabo rolled his eyes, and the idea of ​​a disgusting Guilliman who could please himself was born.

Maybe he could make Lin Fan's joke come true. I really don't know how Guilliman's pretentious guy would react.

A Primarch got involved with a xenomorph. This humiliating behavior was worse than his failure to govern Olympia.

"You said I don't know how to adapt, then let me see how flexible you are." Perturabo smiled sinisterly. Although there was no obvious emotional change on his face, his shining eyes made him laugh. Lin Fan saw it.

"You're not thinking of anything strange, are you?"

"I was thinking about...sculpture, a complex and vivid gesture."

"...real?"

Lin Fan didn't believe it, and then Slaanesh put his head on his shoulder and breathed gently into his ear, "What he said is true, I can feel it..."

Lin Fan didn't think much about it after hearing what the Slaanesh said. But where Lin Fan wasn't paying attention, Slaanesh and Perturabo narrowed their eyes and nodded meaningfully.

The two of them must have made some deals just now, and both of them tacitly chose not to tell Lin Fan.

Ifreni was struggling in the nightmare, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead. The Kriegs who dragged her did not care about Ifreni's pain and discomfort. They were just curious about how Ifreni's hair was combed.

"How come her hair is so high?"

"Will this hairstyle really not affect her ability to fight?"

"This headband looks quite tight. Doesn't it hurt her scalp?"

The Kriegs communicated in sign language, and they were fully curious about Efreni's hairstyle.

Send Ifreni to the room, which is an area where trees are planted near the agricultural area. If these towering giant trees are not treated, they can grow taller than any building on the planet.

Ancient Terran writers envisioned a beautiful vision of man and nature living in harmony, manifested in the form of wood elves.

Among the ancient trees, there are flexible and light wood elves walking. They live in harmony with trees and weave various utensils and clothing from their leaves. A gentle breeze blows, and the aroma of vegetation is refreshing.

But this forest has no such beautiful color at all. It's not that there is something wrong with the growth of these trees, but that these trees are growing too fast and too many.

These trees grow much faster than bamboo shoots after the rain. The words of centuries-old trees seem pale and weak here. The leaves fall off one after another, falling on the ground like a blizzard. If no one cleans them, the feet of the trees will become a paradise for humus and mushrooms.

At the top of the tree, the horizontally growing branches and leaves are retained so that the tree can obtain sufficient energy from the sun. The part above the branches and leaves is a clean and thick trunk. These straight wood will be used by sawmills. Process and wait for the trunk to grow to the same position the next day.

Over and over again, it is almost inexhaustible.

Under the dense branches and leaves is the tree hole dug by the Kriegs in the trunk. They will be responsible for cleaning up some fat bugs that suddenly appear in the trees. According to the report submitted by Erica, these fat bugs taste good after being roasted.

Thick branches and leaves make up the sky in the tree area, and not a single ounce of sunlight can shine through the branches and leaves. It originally seemed extremely cold and humid, but after Odemeyer installed several huge sun lamps on the tree trunks, the situation here changed. It has become much better.

The Kriegs used their talents in war construction and built the network of tree holes into a complex and huge network. Except for their commanders, almost no one could understand the complex structure of the underground root system.

The bright and warm sun lamps emitted light, illuminating the dark and cold woods, and also illuminated the Kriegs carrying the Death Army.

Ascending a staircase made of solid wood, the Krieg ushered the Reaper troops into small chambers dug around the trunk of the tree. The furniture inside is all carved out of the tree itself. This flat and wide squat may be a bed, and the slightly taller small square next to it may be a table.

Small light bulbs are inserted into the tree trunks and rely on the weak bioelectricity present in the trees to maintain their operation.

The Kriegs looked at Efreni's tall figure and strange hairstyle, and began to consider a new question.

How were they supposed to get this Eldar woman to bed? No matter how she moved her body, this person's hair would always push against the head of the bed, pushing her body down slowly.

Everyone had no choice but to find a rope, tie up Ifreni and hang her in the air.

The Kriegs looked at the hanging Efreni with satisfaction, and then went out to help others.

In the evening, the sun lamp entered night mode, emitting a hazy and soft light, as if there were more than a dozen moons hanging in the sky.

Perturabo's huge body bypassed the Krieg's guard, and it's unclear how he did it. Perturabo squatted in the corner and took out a square mechanical structure from his robe.

"Did you hold him back?"

"I'm holding you back, hurry up, I know what you're thinking."

"You like theater."

"And you like seeing your brothers in trouble."

The shadow of Slaanesh appeared, then smiled and sank into the mechanical structure.

Perturabo narrowed his eyes, took out a wire, inserted it into his temple and connected it to the mechanical structure. The subspace energy is emitted and fixed into a small, long needle-shaped energy body.

This illusive long needle shimmered with a hint of purple, and under Perturabo's operation, it slowly sank into the trunk of the tree, and went straight into the body of Ifreni who was hung up in the room.

"Is this the so-called God of Death? It should smell quite delicious." Slaanesh touched the divine power fluctuations of Ifreni's body protection.