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

Growing up with love...

For the Primarch, this was an elusive luxury.

The Primarchs were recovered one after another, and more and more brothers were able to surround the Emperor.

"My brothers, this is my mother. After this meeting, I need to return to Macragge immediately. Her birthday will be in one month." Guilliman pinched a small photo , above is a heartwarming picture of Yuden holding young Guilliman.

The indifferent Lion King turned his head and refused to look twice. Angron's Butcher's Nail struck again. Curze fell into epileptic madness because he couldn't control the jealousy in his heart. Mortarion couldn't help coughing... .

The first one to make a move in the conference room was Curze. He rushed over madly and tried to strangle Guilliman to death, but before he could do this, Vulkan smashed him to the ground with a hammer.

"Seriously, you should go see Lady Odemair." Fulgrim reminded him again, which ended Guilliman's flood of memories.

"I will go. After I have arranged everything in Macragge, I will go to the Great Mess Hall to meet with Ms. Odemair, who has received such praise from you." Guilliman replied.

The days that followed were peaceful, Macragge was once again rebuilt, and the Ultramar sector would further prosper under Guilliman's efficient operation.

Some of the planet's bureaucracies were unwilling to surrender their power, and they submitted considerable reports and documents to Terra in protest of the greed of the Macragge Ultramarines.

However, the New Spirit Department has long since intercepted these crude psychic communications, keeping the situation in the Ultramar sector unknown to outsiders.

The planet's bureaucracy is not yet aware of the Primarch's resurrection, nor does it understand the prestige of the Lord of Ultramar from thousands of years ago.

"This is a challenge from the Ultramarines to our right to independence! We cannot give in!" a governor roared.

A few days later, he was killed by an Eldar ranger's spear.

Guilliman was dissatisfied with his brothers' assassinations, but when he actually traveled to some planets and witnessed the extreme decline of the Empire's administrative capabilities, he felt that he had no time to waste.

"This planet... in my memory is a civilized world where citizens can live with equality and dignity, but now, it has become a backward slave camp."

The dissatisfaction in Guilliman's tone made Calgar feel guilty, but the Primarch did not criticize his heir too harshly.

After browsing the chapter's library, he also knew that his heir had not slackened in the ten thousand years of protection.

Things have changed, and now it is no longer the prosperous empire it was during the Great Crusade.

First set a small goal to restore the Ultramarines to 20.

Calling Celestine to his study, Guilliman took a deep breath, straightened his mood, and then carefully read through the Book of Holy Words.

He frowned and read for a long time. Whenever he felt that the content in the book was too outrageous and made his eyes hurt, he would look at the wings behind Celestine and the waves of energy emanating from her. Golden light...

The Eastern Sector of the Tau Empire, on a planet named Graveyard.

This planet had been colonized during the Etherian period, and dozens of sizable cities were built on the planet's islands.

The planet has blue oceans and extremely diverse and rich marine life. The colonial cities built are also dotted with biological research institutes and breeding and fishing factories.

But that was all in the past. Unfortunately, this planet was on Amaraga's escape route, and all the Tau people in the colonial city were captured and skinned by him.

This is also the reason why the planet was named a cemetery by the Tau Empire. The empty cities full of scars are the tombstones of the dead.

Now that the planet has been invaded by a swarm of insects, the native species in the ocean are fighting against the alien predators. Even if they can win the final victory, the originally gentle ocean will become more deformed and violent under the influence of the Tyrannic remnants. .

"It's heartbreaking to see such a beautiful planet in this state."

The blue planet looks filthy from space, and every patch of deep purple is an area where swarms of insects gather.

The chief communications officer sent gratifying news that the last behemoth of the void in the insect swarm had been torn into pieces by artillery fire. As long as the insects on the planet were eliminated, this war would come to an end.

"Very good." Yuan Yuan nodded, and then he asked about Lin Fan's situation.

"Them?" The Communications Director was stunned for a moment, "They should be fighting on the Volley Islands at the equator of the planet."

Wole Islands.

This was once the most densely populated place on the planet with colonial cities, but now it is filled with biological buildings of the Tyranid swarm, and all kinds of bugs evolve rapidly in the nest.

The ground of the island was dug by insects, one after another, tunnels that lead directly to the depths of the ocean.

Bone excretory tubes filled the tunnels, filled with Tyranid biological fluids and a variety of fully evolved bugs.

These bugs are almost translucent and blend in with the water after entering the sea. Their shells have also changed accordingly, allowing them to hide under the scans of high-power detection instruments.

The aggressiveness of these bugs is not worth mentioning compared to the bugs raging in the Ultramar sector, but their survivability is already maximized.

In the damp and dark lair, the slender and flexible tyrant is trying his best to complete the tasks assigned to him by the Norn Queen.

Procrastinate for as long as you can.

Their hive fleet had no hope of survival, but they wanted to attract enough attention from Lin Fan here to keep the invading hive fleets from other directions safe and sound.

Sacrifice me, and thousands of families will be happy.

The Tyrant thought sadly that he had never suffered such humiliation since he was born from the original incubation pool of the Hive Mind.

sizzle~~

The lower-level insects sought support from the tyrant, and they suffered heavy casualties during Lin Fan's rampage.

"That thing hit the Devouring Slave Pipe! Repeat! That thing hit the Devouring Slave Pipe! Our army is completely divided!"

But what can he do?

After a long time, the tyrant restored his subordinates through spiritual energy.

"As the saying goes, if you hold on firmly, there will be a solution."

Before the psychic communication ended, Lin Fan kicked open the solid wall made of flesh, blood and bones.

The banging sound not only frightened the subordinate insects out of their courage, but also made the tyrant realize that he must escape from this biological building community that was about to be destroyed as soon as possible.

Looking at the shivering warrior bugs gathered together in the room, Lin Fan gave a ferocious smile.

"Damn...you can really run? Ah!"