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

Chapter 1149 Extra: Preparation for the New World 3

"what does that mean?"

"That's the literal meaning..." Trazin scratched his head in a humane manner, wanting to tell everyone here what Lin Fan explained to him, "Before he came to this world, he wanted to record the world view. It has already been written by someone else. He is just an observer and experiencer, not the real creator."

Magnus used a simpler example to summarize Trazin's words, "Does that mean he is just a reader who has read a certain author's work?"

"That's what it means."

"Then how many people can come in?"

"According to our estimation, it is best to enter two original bodies, and their attributes should be mutually exclusive enough, so as to eliminate some strange fluctuations."

After listening to Trazin's explanation, everyone fell into silence.

Primarchs with opposite attributes?

The first thing everyone thought of was Dorne and Perturabo.

"What are you looking at!" Perturabo realized that everyone was looking at him and slammed the table. Then he realized that Dorn on the other side was very calm and turned his head away with a blushing face.

"Well, Don and I are indeed different...but that's because Don is a psycho! It's not that there's something wrong with me! Do you understand!"

It would be better if you didn't hug your legs when you said these words. Guilliman looked at Perturabo who was a little insecure and complained secretly. Trazin, who was watching the fun and not taking the matter too seriously, was already there. Looking forward to the precious scene of Petula losing the little pearl.

Then everyone looked at Corax and Curze in his arms. Corax touched Curze's head and coughed lightly and said, "I don't think Curze is suitable for the mission now. She is too fragile." ”

Corax showed his caring heart towards the kitten-like Curze, and not even Vulkan could do it better than him.

Finally everyone looked at Magnus and Leman Russ.

"Hey, hey, hey? What do you mean? Let me go on a mission with this barbarian? Then you might as well kill me! I'll go find Tzeentch right now!"

Magnus left as soon as he said so. The Emperor pointed his little hand, and a powerful psychic power turned into a long rope and pulled Magnus back.

"Hmm..." The Emperor sat on the throne thinking, her eyes sweeping over Dorn, Perturabo, Magnus, and Leman Russ.

Dorn and Perturabo go on a mission?

These two people will definitely have to compete again to finally bring the entire planet into the perfect state to welcome the arrival of the Empire.

So boring...

Magnus and Leman Russ...

These two people definitely don't get along. Magnus will definitely want to learn about the local culture and library as soon as he lands, and Leman Russ will probably try to taste the local wine or skin some wild beasts.

They may not be the most efficient at completing tasks, but they must have a lot of fun.

The Emperor suddenly laughed, and restrained his smile before the original bodies cast doubtful glances. Then he patted the cake crumbs on his body and said sweetly, "That's it, Magnus and Leman Ru Let’s go on a mission together.”

"Why them!" Sure enough, as soon as the emperor said these words, Perturabo shouted unhappy, "Father, do you think the conflict between Dorn and I will affect the efficiency of the mission?"

The next second, Perturabo's angry face became twisted. She scratched the table with her fingers and complained in a lower and lower voice, "Of course, I don't have any expectations for carrying out this mission, just for you." Just provide some reasonable suggestions based on my judgment..."

Even the slow-witted Dorn could sense Perturabo's arrogance, but now Dorn understands that doing more is worse than doing less, so he didn't talk about Perturabo's jealous thoughts. come out.

In the underground dark cell, the Laughing God Xi Lego showed some pictures to Chagatai from time to time, but they were all intermittently illogical, and it was not necessary for Chagatai not to watch them.

When he saw Perturabo say these words arrogantly, she immediately asked Silegor, "Where is Dorne? What was Dorne's reaction? What did he say to Perturabo?"

"Hee hee, guess what?"

"Hey! You bitch! If I escape, I will kill you!"

Trazin's eyes flickered, and then asked Guilliman next to him, "Have you heard any strange noises?"

"Strange movement? What strange movement?" Guilliman is indeed a standard politician. His face is flawless and appears to be quite honest. "I think it must be Tzeentch in the Star Torch who is thinking about it, you know. He is never idle."

"Is that so..." Trazin thought thoughtfully, and then asked the emperor again, "Then set a date. The status of the portal is very stable. It depends on when you are free, the original body Once you go, it may take decades before you can come back.”

"This is just a blink of an eye for us." Aurora's answer was agreed by the original bodies. They have all lived for tens of thousands of years, and will continue to live, no less than these decades. time.

The Emperor nodded, made his decision and said, "In that case, why not start after Guilliman's wedding."

"Wedding!" Trazin screamed. He stood up and scanned Guilliman's body with his electronic eyes, trying to find the genetic information of the opposite sex.

Star God, what exactly happened to Terra these days when I was away?

Who did Guilliman marry? With that little girl Everenne? I have long seen that their relationship is unusual, but is this progress a little too fast?

Although the Eldar were once known for their excessive debauchery, their estrus was not as short as their long life span.

Could it be that Guilliman had a bad relationship with Ifreni a long time ago?

When was the contact? Everenne had met Guilliman when she was a child? Under the influence of fate, the two established a vague relationship early on.

Trazin brainstormed, and Guilliman had goosebumps.

What on earth is this damn metal skull thinking? Did he realize that his always green eyes were obscured by the lustful pink?

"Wedding..." Fulgan chewed the word, and then suddenly laughed softly, obviously thinking of the weddings he had been married to.

Then she introduced herself, "Brother Guilliman, if you have any questions about the wedding, I can give you a lot of help~"

"Uh..." Guilliman was about to say no. Although he didn't know how to hold his wedding, he knew how his parents got together. To recreate a wedding like his parents' was something Guilliman had buried. One of the deepest wishes.

Just as he was about to refuse, Guilliman realized that Fulgrim's self-recommendation was not a polite request, but a stubbornness that he could not refuse.

Rather than letting Fulgrim busy in the depression of rejection, it would be better to follow her wishes.

Guilliman nodded and agreed to Fulgrim's request.