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

Chapter 1141 Extra: Brothers and Sisters 1

two weeks later.

"No matter what you see, please stay calm." Guilliman reminded Horus, who was standing beside him.

In the final battle that decided the fate of the galaxy, Tzeentch used special means to recall Horus, who had been erased from existence, and transformed him into the god of foundation and the carrier of many chaotic forces.

The Emperor and the God-Emperor saved the remains of Horus at the last moment and spent so long restoring Horus to his original form.

The current Horus only has the name of the Primarch, but does not have the reality of the Primarch. There is no subspace essence within the body.

But to Guilliman, this is no longer important.

It's great to see the return of a brother, even if he's made huge mistakes.

The splendid and magnificent corridor was very quiet, and even the Imperial Guards could not be seen. Guilliman would not accuse the Imperial Guards of leaving their posts without permission. After all, the current Terra Palace was really in chaos.

There is a holy shadow standing in the distance, and its huge wings can catch people's eyes more than anything else.

Horus suddenly became excited. He patted Guilliman on the shoulder and said excitedly, "Look! It's an angel! It's Sanguinius... Oh my god... I've always wanted to see him and apologize to him. ...I...I remember the tragedy on the Vengeful Spirit very clearly."

Guilliman forced a smile, and then encouraged Horus, who was a little worried, and said, "Go Horus, I believe Sanguinius will forgive you."

Horus controlled his speed, keeping himself in a fast walking state where he was about to run.

As he got closer to Sanguinius, the anxiety and excitement on his face were replaced by doubts.

There was no doubt that the man in the distance was indeed Sanguinius.

But that body... that face...

Sanguinius she...

Sanguinius also saw Horus, but there was no excitement or emotion about seeing her brother again on her face, and her perfect face only showed a sense of insanity similar to Coze's.

Sanguinius shouted at Guilliman with red eyes, "Guilliman! What the hell happened! Dorn's stupid tongue can't explain anything!"

"Angel of Calm..." Guilliman gave a quiet look to the confused Horus, and then explained as briefly as possible, "Do you remember those books from Jaghatai?"

"certainly..."

"That's easy. Jaghatai's book has become a kind of subspace holy object, an extension of Isha Slaanesh's power. Then Slaanesh and Tzeentch wanted to have fun, so... "

"So the two of them used damn magic to turn us into this!"

"That's probably it... At present, we can't find Isa's location and can't contact the subject, so the spell on you may continue for a while."

"No!" Sanguinius wailed, and she sat on the ground with her face covered.

Guilliman walked over and helped Sanguinius up, then gave her a firm hug, "Sanguinius, you are still the perfect angel in our hearts, don't give up on yourself, okay?"

Sanguinius stood up and grinned mischievously at Guilliman. She calmed herself down and then looked at Horus, who was at a loss.

Horus looked at Sanguinius. The brother he was familiar with was not wearing gorgeous armor that shone with golden light, but was wearing a pure white dress inlaid with many beautiful and delicate gems.

The champion swordsman and embroidery master of the Blood Angels Chapter sewed the Blood Angels logo on the chest and the edge of the skirt. It is hard to imagine that these predators who killed countless heretics and aliens were sewing women's dresses for their fathers. expressions and mental activities.

Dante: Very good mission, made my chainsword spin.

Sanguinius now no longer has one loving Primarch, but a pair of loving Primarchs.

Horus's complexion turned red and white, then turned white and red again.

For a long time, he couldn't say anything and could only hang his head in frustration.

Sanguinius held Horus's hand, and with a smile on his face that could kill an entire legion's rebellion, he said, "Horus, my brother. The past is in the past, now go and meet him." Everyone else, they all miss you."

The softness of the palm was unimaginable, and when Sanguinius pulled away, Horus still felt a little reluctant to leave.

Well...if this hand is not necessary, I will never wash it in my life.

Sanguinius fluttered his wings and walked away. At this time, Horus asked Guilliman again, "What is going on? I mean, why do their characters become like this..."

"So gentle? Or is it because of the spell? That spell changed them from male to female, and also transformed part of their strength into idealized sensibility... Sanguinius's situation has been calculated, and the most terrifying thing is Curze... But fortunately, this change only occurred in the original body. If it is true as Jaghatai wrote, even the Legion has changed, I really don’t know how to face it."

"Like daughter versions of Calga and Cato Sicarius?"

"Don't lead me to think about that horrible picture..."

The two original bodies came to the restaurant. This area that had been abandoned was now surprisingly lively.

The original body sitting at the door was Lion, a furious lion wearing a straight coat often worn by military nobles, with blond hair hanging down like a waterfall on her waist.

Like Sanguinius, his broad mind makes people worry about whether the buttons on his chest can withstand the passion of the Lion King.

"Oh...it's you." Ryan took a sip of tea and was lukewarm about Horus' arrival. "I should have killed you with a knife and made you take responsibility for the crime of rebellion...but now."

Ryan stood up and walked to Horus, then hugged him hard, "Welcome back, my brother."

Horus was stiff. Being treated so kindly by Ryan was even more uncomfortable than killing him. The huge contrast made him suspect that everything in front of him was not real. He was still trapped in a crazy time and space.

Ryan put his mouth close to Horus's ear, and continued with a sense of showing off, "Now I am the war commander of the empire..."

"what?"

Ryan let go of Horus, leaving him with a proud figure sitting back at the table and continuing to drink tea.

Dorn walked over with his face covered in bruises, still holding Perturabo, who was struggling and shrunk a lot.

"Damn you old stone! Who do you think you are? My brother?" Perturabo became more difficult to deal with after becoming a girl, and Dorn looked at Perturabo's bulging female face. He couldn't use his heavy hand, so he could only hold the dinner plate to block Perturabo's attack.

Perturabo was thrown to the ground, his buttocks touching the ground firmly. After she saw Horus, she forgot to complain about Dorn's clumsiness. She stood next to Horus and said how much she once admired Horus, and how he trampled on her expectations.