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

Jaghatai trembled. He always felt that something was wrong with the way Perturabo looked at him. This look was familiar to Gatai, because it was the look he used to look at Leman Russ.

Jaghatai is committed to turning the White Scars into a noble model for all mankind. Their fortress is filled with profound poems and calligraphy works, but the public's impression of them is still hard to change, and this kind of unfounded discrimination The White Scars are disgusted, but they don't bother to say anything to these ignorant people. This is their loss.

He didn't know what Lin Fan was talking to Perturabo, but he could indeed see that this sensitive and troubled brother had indeed become much gentler.

Perturabo shouted from a distance, "The conflict between you and me should be put aside first! At least we should find a closed environment to talk about it."

"Let's talk about it?" Chagatai raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean the stools made of landmines? There are barbed wire fences all around, and the water used to make tea is extracted from the mud of the trenches?"

"You bastard!" Perturabo was furious again. Lin Fan quickly grabbed him and turned to shout at Chagatai, "Stop saying a few words! Your mouth is really bad."

Jaghatai curled his lips and watched as Perturabo shut down the iron-skeleton robot. He also put the sword back into its scabbard, and the two of them came close to shake hands and make peace.

The two hands were held extremely tightly. The squeaking sound of metal friction, the sparks flying out, and the suffocated faces of the two people could tell that this handshake was not a friendly one.

"Haha..." After letting go of their hands, the two parties laughed lightly a few times, and then put the shaking hands behind their backs. It could be seen from the slightly trembling fingers and suppressed red faces that their hands were in severe pain.

Bashar and Hope were still confused. They looked at Tiberos and Netanev in the distance, hoping to get some reasonable explanations. Why did they start fighting inexplicably, and why did they end the war inexplicably. In their eyes, Perturabo was just a strict elder who had been favored by the Emperor.

Although Perturabo is the traitorous Primarch, his traitorous image is very different from his current image. At least none of the Space Marines present can recognize it. Only brothers like Jaghatai and other Primarchs can distinguish themselves from Perturabo. This brother whose image has changed drastically can be recognized in his gestures.

But it was always a good thing that there was no fight. Seles stood beside the two original bodies and saluted them. She could already guess something from the conversation just now. These two giant warriors were the descendants of the Emperor.

"No need to be polite, Sanguinius's child..." Chagatai hurriedly helped Celes who was saluting, "It's unimaginable...that my brother could actually leave a child..."

"Indeed, I have to say that this little girl is very beautiful, look at these wings." Perturabo nodded in agreement, "Can I pull one out?"

"Uh...Sir..." Celes was a little at a loss. She didn't know how to deal with such an enthusiastic Primarch.

"Sir? Don't say that. I have a very good relationship with your father. You can call me uncle."

"Then can we shout?" Netanev asked quietly from a distance, and Chagatai also heard his question. If it were Perturabo, he would definitely reply Netanev to shut up, but Chagatai Tai Khan should be more civilized in his speech.

"I don't think our relationship is close enough yet. A warrior should look like a warrior."

"Uh..." Celes became more and more embarrassed until Lin Fan came over and pointed out that Celes was not the daughter of Sanguinius.

"What are you thinking? He is a living saint appointed by the emperor."

"Ordained by the Emperor?" Chagatai looked at the wings behind Celes, "Aren't these wings natural?"

"No, she was a mortal before, and then she was recognized by the emperor and granted power... Anyway, how the evil god blessed the great demon, the emperor blessed her."

Lin Fan's description made the three of them blush. This kid never spoke lightly or seriously.

"But you look familiar to me. It reminds me of a living saint named Celestine."

"Oh? Haha... Really..." Seles smiled awkwardly and didn't say much.

"So what's the situation here? Efreni found out that these Dark Eldar are coming for some relic. Did you stop them?"

"Stop it... I don't think so." Perturabo shrugged. After all, they were under the ruins of the museum. The Dark Eldar desperately escorted a suspended coffin away, and they didn't know what they had stolen.

"Well, these Dark Eldar are really different. Their technology, Trazin, took a lot of effort to crack. The Death Army is tracking those Dark Eldar. They think these Eldar are going to engage in some terrible rituals. .”

Several people exchanged information here, trying to repair the chaotic battle situation. In the void, the Death Army under Ifreni was also chasing after the Dark Eldar fleet.

She has never seen so many Dark Eldar battleships. It is impossible to count the specific number of various escort ships. There are more than a dozen rare battleships.

From the Eldar emblems on the battleships, Ifreni could tell that these were the flagships of different cabal groups. Dying Sun, Fallen Moon, Obsidian Rose, Steel Spike...these different models of battleships have different weapon configurations. Powerful sickle missiles and phantom light spears are placed in the ships.

The tops of these ships were painted with new patterns, the same black, red and purple patterns that Ifreni had seen before, which symbolized unity, reshaping, and ambition.

A nascent cabal taking control of the others? This is the only answer Ifreni got from the existing intelligence. She holds a black stone device with a green light in her hand. This is an instrument given to her by Trazin. It can hide their warships and become a long-distance weapon. The coordinate point of transmission.

Trazin felt something was wrong when he was hacking these Dark Eldar ships, but he didn't say much, just told Efreni to keep an eye on them.

Cracks were torn open around the Dark Eldar fleet group, and shiploads of loot were delivered to the battleships. Everenne has never seen so many rifts being torn open at the same time. The space here is so fragile and unstable. Opening a large number of teleportation rifts rashly will only lead monsters in the webway to the ship, but Everenne did not The Dark Eldar and Webway Ghouls were not seen fighting. Maybe this is what Trazin meant: interesting technology.

"Stop here, let's observe here. I always feel that there is something among those ships..." Ifreni ordered, letting the Death Army hide.

The Empire has power armor and exoskeletons for power armor, so it seems reasonable to make an exoskeleton for Titan (Russian matryoshka doll)