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

"Oh! Great! What a perfect cooperation!" Trazin came out. As soon as the fight started, he would be there to record it, with no intention of getting involved.

"If you and..." Perturabo wanted to say something, but then waved his head in disgust, "I don't need help from you aliens."

"Oh? It seems you don't regard the Spirit Tribe people as outsiders anymore? Hmm, this is more interesting."

"There is no conflict between being an outsider and helping. Outsiders can also help." Dorn pointed out the flaw in Trazin's question.

Those liquid medical robots wrapped up the injured warriors, repaired wounds, and regenerated broken limbs. As for the broken armor, they had nothing to do with it.

"Okay, let me count how many were killed just now. These robots killed 400 of our soldiers, and the Battle Sisters and Crusaders suffered more casualties... They lacked modifications, and only a few talented ones can keep up. The movement of the robot. The Eldar are picking up stones. Should we enter the building first? Or should we wait for him to come back?" Perturabo spoke.

Jaghatai lay on the ground for a while and regained his composure, "We can't rely on him for everything. We are the Primarch, the descendants of the Emperor. If there is no difficulty, we must overcome it. If there is difficulty, we must overcome it even more."

"I agree with Chagatai. The wall will not collapse just because a hard brick is missing. The collapsed pile of bricks can also become a protective bunker."

"Then let's go inside..."

Everyone moved and stayed alert.

The door to the building was still functioning, which was great news. At least Perturabo had plenty of time left to plant the explosives.

The door first sank vertically, then rotated and slid in the upper left and lower right directions, and the lights inside shone on everyone's faces.

Not dazzling, with a hazy beauty.

Walking on a red carpet embellished with gold, Perturabo was shocked by the durability of the carpet.

His body is so heavy with the armor, and the quality of the road is slightly worse, and his boots will leave broken marks on the ground.

But these carpets were just rolled up like cloth, without any tearing or damage.

Entering the hall, there is a huge and complicated chandelier overhead.

The exaggerated size does not make the details of this chandelier simple. Ifreni was amazed by the transparent human sculpture of the chandelier.

"Hey! Fulgrim, get up and take a look at this. You like this kind of art the most." Chagatai patted Fulgrim's face. Fulgrim opened his eyes in pain. As soon as he saw the art palace hanging above his head, his I couldn't take my eyes away anymore.

"It really makes me happy to see the artistic works of my predecessors...the empire should be like this." Perturabo's words also made Dorn gently nod in approval.

But the easy time ends there, unlike the heavy pace of the Space Marines and the brisk pace of the Eldar.

A sound of soft metal stepping on the ground alerted everyone, and a group of robots without facial details appeared on the stairs.

They or rather they.

Although assigning gender to robots is a rather stupid thing, the Primarchs can judge the beauty of women from the body contours of these robots.

It is completely different from the simple structure of other robots responsible for fighting or security outside.

The metal body of the robot in front of him glowed with a dark matte color under the light.

As if having metallic skin wasn't enough, she danced gracefully on tiptoes, full of beauty of strength and flexibility, and at the same time a mechanical sense of pause.

The beauty of the body is not obscured by clothes, and the unique beauty of the human body is fully demonstrated.

Some of the robots just wore a golden jacket, which was generously open.

The conflict between the hard-to-get cover-up and the head held high and the wanton stretching of the limbs constitutes another kind of beauty.

It's like a perfect trade-off between "generous beauty" and "human shame".

Music is playing, and ancient voices echo in everyone's ears. Classical music perfectly displays melody and emotion.

Trazin was deeply involved, enjoying the beautiful music, and asked Orikan: What did I say? Human beings have unique expressions of appreciation in the realm of art.

Orikan nodded in agreement. Perhaps Trazin's compassion for humans was not unreasonable. From this building and the mechanical maid in front of him, he did see the value of humans.

They are suitable to be servants of the dynasty, or a pet worthy of care.

The two nobles quietly completed the transaction, and Orikan exchanged their family's antiques for some educated human servants from Trazin.

The originals were naturally immersed in the beauty of the robots.

Perturabo was fascinated by the human body beauty and industrial aesthetics of the robot, and his face turned red with excitement.

Jaghatai and Fulgen admired the graceful movements of these robots and the beauty of the human body.

Even the Eldar present would not let their selfishness of mocking humans interfere with their evaluation of art.

Of course, if there are those who appreciate it, there will naturally be those who are disgusted.

"Their breasts are not curved enough. If a cannonball is fired, the chance of deflection is a little low..." Dorn's words that bowed his head extremely made the other three original bodies turn dark, but his words were even more extreme than Dorn's. Just behind.

"This...this is a creation of Slaanesh! It's a heresy!"

The Space Marines, Crusaders, and Battle Sisters who had only seen creations of war and religious aesthetics in their lives showed obvious disgust, but Seles's eyes were normal.

Their hateful looks and whispers completely wiped out the Primarchs' appreciation of art.

"I would not use these words to evaluate these robots. I am very curious about what the empire outside has become."

Seeing that Dorn was unable to accept this sudden increase in hatred, Perturabo tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly. He was already looking forward to the future scenes more and more...

These robots stood on their toes and twisted their bodies slightly in order to regain their balance.

"Stop!" Perturabo said. This was the first time he felt the desire to protect a robot. He thought he was unable to create such a creation of art and technology.

However, the Primarchs would not let their emotions take over. They still ordered their troops to prepare for battle. After all, during the Great Crusade, they destroyed countless human heritage that deserved to be preserved.

"Do you still remember the scene when we cleaned those service robots?" Chagatai asked Fulgen.

"I remember that those robots continued to maintain the good functioning of the world after the death of their masters, and judged us outsiders as inhuman monsters..." Fulgan had a sad and wry smile on his face.

Cherubim: An artificial body made by biological magi. All the originals thought this thing was evil. They saw it once before the Horus Heresy and it disgusted him.