Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1106 - Chapter 1103 Beat the Jazz Drum Hardly

“Thank you, squire. I will enjoy the food.”

Guilliman said this, but did not hear the footsteps of the attendant leaving.

He was confused but not angry. He took off the warm towel in front of his eyes and looked back.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

The Primarch’s heart and soul were shocked by the sight before him.

He only saw Efrenie squatting behind him, wearing a close-fitting bathrobe that exposed her shoulders and thighs. Liquid that could not be distinguished from sweat or water was dripping down her skin. From the traces of flow, she could feel the texture of her skin. Amazing smoothness.

A pair of emerald eyes looked a little timid, completely lacking the sharpness of the God of Death Army.

Because the bath was filled with mist, her eyes still looked pitiful and about to shed tears.

Slightly wet hair hangs down the lowered neck, and some hair strands stick tightly to the surface of the skin, like flowers blooming on rice paper.

Guilliman’s eyes were fixed, Efreni’s face turned red with embarrassment, and Bai Su’s slender hand lifted her hair, which made Guilliman’s heart palpitate and his breathing quicken.

“Efrene?”

“Um.”

The two greeted each other softly, as if they were afraid of scaring each other.

Then Guilliman stretched out his big hand and gently squeezed it, and Ifreni fell into the bath obediently, and then fell into his arms.

The Eldar are taller than ordinary people, and they feel very oppressive when standing face to face, but they look small and cute compared to the original body.

Guilliman’s movements softened. He was afraid that his big hands and feet would hurt Ifreni, but although the Eldar were slender, their physical strength was not bad at all.

There is absolutely no excess fat on the arms and waist, and the outline of the muscles is quite clearly outlined by the skin.

Ifreni shyly buried her face in Guilliman’s chest, their hearts pounding.

Guilliman felt his mouth go dry and the jazz drum beat loudly. His mother had always wanted him to find a wife, but Guilliman had always refused because of his busy schedule.

Until his mother died, he could not let her participate in his wedding.

Now that the universe has reached peace, the regrets should be made up for.

Pulling Efreni’s pretty face up with her fingers, watching Guilliman’s face getting closer and closer to hers, Efreni closed her eyes, tremblingly waiting for what would happen next.

As an Eldar, her perception of emotion and love is even stronger. Just a little flame can swell into a raging fire that is difficult to extinguish.

At this moment, the door of the bathhouse was violently kicked open. The thud of the advancing armored men disturbed Guilliman’s mood and made him furious.

Looking back, the anger suddenly turned into a pale chill.

“Father, father, father, father?” The politician’s tongue was clumsy at this time.

Before Guilliman could explain himself, the Emperor clutched his chest in grief and shouted that he had given birth to a child that violated human norms.

The other Primarchs followed the Emperor in silence, but none of their faces showed kindness.

Even the kind-hearted Vulkan and his good brother Corax turned their faces away in embarrassment, not looking at Guilliman and Everenne.

The most excited of the brothers was Jaghatai. He jumped beside the Emperor and shouted, “Father, look what I am saying. I have told you a long time ago that there is something wrong with Guilliman privately. But you just don’t believe it. Now everyone has the stolen goods, what do you want to do with them?”

Jumping on the other side of the Emperor was Perturabo. He held his fists and begged the Emperor, “What’s wrong with two people loving each other? Why did their love become so filthy when it fell into your mouth? I It seems like you have a dark heart, so everything you look at is dark!”

After a disagreement, Perturabo and Chagatai started fighting.

All Guilliman could see in despair was the Emperor’s body, which was becoming more and more stooped as he coughed violently. He held Efreni tightly in his arms, unable to say anything useful.

terrible! terrible!

Guilliman woke up from his imagination and gasped for air. He really didn’t dare to think further.

“Father…are you…are you okay?” A difficult voice came from below.

Guilliman took a closer look and saw that it was Cato Sicarius who was being held tightly in his arms.

The great power of the original body was displayed on Cato Sikarius’s body. The armor was shattered and the bones were broken.

Blood and flesh slowly overflowed from the folds and cracks in the armor.

Cato Sicarius was able to save a life in this strangling embrace thanks to the existence of the life vaccine, otherwise he would have the honor of becoming the first person killed by Guilliman in his sleep.

Guilliman immediately let go of his arms and laid the seriously injured Cato Sicarius flat on the ground to wait for the pharmacist’s rescue.

He found that the room was filled with high-level officials of the Ultramarines, and the closed door showed signs of being forced open by explosives.

“Calga, what happened?”

Calgar withdrew his gaze from Cato Sicarius, allowing himself to look at Guilliman’s eyes without jealousy or envy.

Then he said, “Father, you were shouting in the room just now. You remained silent when we asked. We were worried that the enemy would be detrimental to you, so we forcibly blew the door open…”

After listening to the report, Guilliman gradually understood.

The nightmare just now made him scream, and the first person to hear the sound was Cato Sicarius.

The narcissistic commander immediately rushed in, ran to Guilliman’s side to greet him, and then was hugged tightly by big hands, becoming what he is now.

“Don’t…don’t worry about me…my great father…”

Catosikarius spoke intermittently, spraying some blood out of his helmet from time to time.

Guilliman told Cato Sicarius to be silent and let him recover in peace.

The interaction between father and son made Calgar grit his teeth and resented why he was not the first to notice something strange about Lord Guilliman.

If he could be held in Lord Guilliman’s arms, even if he had to hold him to death, it would be worth it.

“So, Father, are you troubled now? My abilities are limited and I have not sensed the scent of the devil.”

Diglis, the psychic think tank, looked ashamed, but his words were undoubtedly the sound of nature in Guilliman’s ears.

If Diglis really noticed the slightest bit of that dream, Guilliman would have to consider the issue of the Great Memory Loss Technique.

Guilliman smiled and looked very tired and said, “My son Diglis, you don’t have to worry. It’s just that I’m worried about the casualties of the Ultramarines. If I could liberate the essence of subspace earlier, I believe many soldiers will not die on the battlefield.”

The profound truth of Guilliman’s feelings moved the Ultramarines extremely. They all knelt down and said to Guilliman, “Father, it is our greatest honor to accompany you to death. Please don’t worry about this.”