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

Chapter 1159 Extra: Hammer Wedding 2

The muzzle of the gun flashed with deadly fire, but those war-tested explosive shells were irreversibly corrupted by Isa's divine power.

These explosive bullets that could cut people into pieces fell on the orcs and only created large clumps of petals, knocking them to the ground.

"Blue can, you bastard!" I, Goron, was furious when flower petals were sprinkled on his face. He grabbed a special operations boy next to him and threw it towards the Ultramarines, while he rushed forward to fight with Kili. Man fights.

Isa's voice came softly again, with some surprise and apology, "Oh~ I'm sorry, I forgot about you guys."

The blue-pink light that he had seen in the Palace of Terra appeared again, frightening Guilliman's body for fear that he would also turn into a woman.

As the light dissipated, Guilliman groped up and down and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he had nothing more and nothing less.

Taking advantage of Guilliman's nervousness, Gronn quickly climbed over the fence and hit Guilliman's face with his heavy fist.

Guilliman and his Ultramarines were having unfriendly but not fatal interactions with the Orks, but what about the other Primarchs in the room?

"I know that the Eldar cannot be trusted, and the god Isa is the perfect manifestation of the evil of the Eldar." Waldo, the commander of the Imperial Army, looked at the chaos in the field with piercing eyes, waiting for the soft and lovely emperor to give him an order.

"Waldo, control your emotions."

A serious and majestic voice sounded, causing Waldo to clenched the halberd in his hand. He did not dare to look back, fearing that his soft and lovely emperor would become the majestic lord of mankind.

Isa's intervention lifted the spell's effects, and the Emperor and the other Primarchs were able to return to normal.

But is it really normal?

All the memories of becoming women are firmly welded into their brains and souls, making them unforgettable forever.

This kind of chaos made the emperor's head swollen, and his face became even more gloomy and terrifying. He was not eager to find trouble with Isa. Instead, he gently put his hand on Waldo's shoulder and touched the black and white shirt he wore outside the golden armor of the Imperial Guard. Maid uniform in classic colors.

"I can't tell, you are enjoying it quite a lot. Malcador and Odemair seem to have made a mistake in their evaluation of the Forbidden Army. You should be more flexible in your emotional performance."

The emperor's tone was flat, unable to express what he was thinking. At this time, Waldo had already thought about the happiest things in his life so that his voice would not tremble with fear.

"My Lord, for us, you will always be our master, and it is necessary to provide perfect service to the master." Waldo answered without changing his expression.

The Emperor narrowed his eyes and looked down at the back of Waldo's head. This was really a maid's standard answer.

He took the large bucket of ice cream he was holding and asked, "Did you buy this on Terra? I remember that this ancient food was lost in the dark age of technology. Later, what people in the empire often ate was just chopped Just ice cubes."

"We learned it ourselves and made it. The recipe was provided by Trazin."

"Oh...I don't remember there being any reserves of milk on Terra. Did Odemair reappear the species?"

Asked here, Waldo's unchanged tone finally trembled, and he lowered his head slightly, letting the emperor have a premonition that the next topic would be quite unpleasant.

"My lord, I don't know what the milk in your mouth is. The milk used to make the ice cream was sent by Isa, saying it was a gift to express condolences to you."

The Emperor's face turned pale and red.

He really wanted to scold you with such a sentence, how dare you use what Isa sent here? How vigilant and wary are you about subspace?

He didn't dare to think about the complicated composition of the milk provided by Isa, so he burned the remaining ice cream and said to Waldo, "When we return to Terra, let Ms. Odemyer Let’s genetically regenerate some ancient and practical species.”

"Yes, my lord."

The Custodes and the Emperor had a tacit understanding and decided to keep this secret secret.

Other Primarchs who returned to normal had similar problems, such as Perturabo and his Iron Scions.

The Iron Warrior helped Perturabo up from the colorful and chaotic light. The moment their palms touched, they felt something was wrong.

Alas? So powerful, such strong muscles!

Where were my father's little slippery arms? Has our Iron Father changed back again?

The Iron Warriors had mixed feelings. To be honest, they quite liked Perturabo's changed appearance.

Small enough to ride on the broad shoulders of the Iron Warrior.

Although he has a bad temper, he is not ruthless in his attacks. He angrily beats the Iron Warrior's armor with his fists, which makes him endearing.

His personality has also become more arrogant. He says he doesn't like the Iron Warriors, but in fact he is very considerate of everyone. He has made a lot of equipment to facilitate the construction of the Iron Warriors, and takes the time to understand the inner state of each heir. .

Now there was a flash of witchcraft, and the lovely father changed back again.

Will they still have a good life next?

Perturabo coughed heavily, obviously disgusted by some memories of when he turned into a woman.

Especially those quarrels with Dorn that were half coquettish and half vying for favor. If you think about it, it was like playing with a niece and her good-tempered uncle.

vomit! too disgusting! too disgusting!

Feeling sick, Perturabo remembered the culprit that caused all this, and he looked at Jaghatai, who had also changed back to his original state.

Chogoris's eagle fell into deep pain. He howled and screamed that his brothers had returned to their original appearance, and regretted that he had not gotten to know his sisters more.

Even now, this guy is still thinking about writing his books!

Perturabo became angry and subconsciously shouted at the Iron Warrior beside him, "Move everyone and seize Jaghatai!"

The Iron Warriors trembled in pain and stood up with difficulty, preparing to complete Perturabo's order.

Perturabo understood everything when he saw his heirs like this and thought about his previous experiences. He sighed, unable to be hard-hearted towards his children who were indebted to them, "When these things are over, we can continue our construction work. , I remember you still have a small vegetable garden that you haven’t built yet, right?”

"Yes, father." The Iron Warriors took advantage of Perturabo's friendly attitude and happily marched towards Jaghatai.

Unlike the primarchs who wanted to settle accounts with Jaghatai, Sanguinius only thought about Curze. He shouted with his bare eyes, "Curze! Stop!" and then fluttered his wings and flew towards Curze. .

Curze didn't feel much about his transformation back to his original state. He got familiar with his body and smiled mockingly at Sanguinius, "Fat pigeon, I have to say that I was quite good at finding words before. Sanguinius, you Now that I’m missing two pieces of fat, you can’t catch me, right?”

Sanguinius was ashamed and annoyed. Compared to Curze, his body was indeed plump.

"I'm sure you won't get any good results if I catch you!"