"It seems that the danger in this world is very high. Since it came, I feel like there are a hundred things as heavy as me pressing on myself. I'm really not used to it." Vulgan, a Salamander Gene Primarch, dressed in dark green power armor, said: "It feels uncomfortable, I feel that my whole body is tied with strips of cloth. What kind of world is this? Our strength has been severely affected."

"This is a world of great protection of the ancient saint and a great vortex of the elves, and everyone is the same." Angelang looked at the bloodthirsty demon who was completely exiled by him and gradually turned into ashes, and explained: "This world is the last refuge of the ancient saints. They asked their servant Shilan Demon Toad to create great protection. After that, the elves created a great vortex in order to protect the world. These two magic circles drained the demon wind of the world. It was difficult for the chaotic demons to enter the mortal world, but the power of mortals was also severely affected."

"Weak myself and weaken the enemy? I have encountered this situation more than once." Kiriman nodded, and the extreme warrior's gene primordial looked around: "Where is Fugen?"

"Fugen? He went to Ruscia's expedition. There is no news now, so he probably won't come." Angran shook his head and said to several people: "Lian is going to get married, you must not come empty-handed, right?"

"We brought a lot of gifts." The Primrods carried several large boxes into the courtyard, and Angrand whispered to himself: "I know."

"First come to the cottage and we will set out to the south tomorrow to the cathedral. I have all your dresses ready." Angron turned and walked towards the cottage he built: "Father's imperial guards will help you take off your armor."

"I really don't want to see you, Angelron, as soon as I see you, I think of the past full of shame." The first legion gene primordial Leon Al-Zonson was the first to follow Angelron's pace: "If possible, I really want to kill you traitors."

"Haha, if you really want it, we can fight one-on-one." Angrand actually didn't like Zhuang Sen very much, or the primordial body didn't have much good relationship with him. Luo Jia was still hiding in the eyes of fear and was in panic all day long. Horus was dead, and there was nothing to say about him and these loyal primordial body.

"Father emphasized that we came here to attend the wedding, not to fight one-on-one." Zhuang Sen's expression twitched a little. This was the emperor's instructions, and Zhuang Sen could only do it.

"Oh, you can fight as much as you like!" Magnus had a sarcastic face: "It would be better that both of them were half-dead, and then we asked Kaur to create two iron toilets for you, one for one, so perfect, you can accompany me in the Throne Hall, and I can hear your swear words every day, so interesting."

"Shut up, Magnus, so we will pack you back now!" Kiriman saw the Primros quarrel again, and quickly shouted at Magnus who was trying to make trouble.

"Eat quietly." Clarkson, the Dark Sword Guardian Primrose with snow-white skin, black hair as black as jade, and black wings, said in his pale and shriveled voice.

Vulgan, the Salamander gene gene primitive, looked at the forest hut built by Angran and looked at Angran's collection with interest: "Wow, it seems that there are all kinds of things in this world? Green skins, chaotic creatures, undeads, and demons?"

Half an hour later, five gene primordials that took off their armor sat in the open-air courtyard of the forest hut. At this time, the autumn wind was bleak, the mountains were covered with red leaves, and the stream was flowing. A plump roasted whole sheep had been set up in the courtyard, two barrels of Bagmann dark beer were placed, and many side dishes were set up on the table.

"A sheep is enough for us? Angron, don't you get more?" After sitting down, the Red Son Magnus skillfully took a mug from the table and took a glass of Bagman's beer. The thick stout beer made him shout: "I'm sure that a sheep, Keelman, alone, can eat all the things you have prepared."

"I'm not that scary, Vulgan is almost the same." Kiriman also took a glass of dark beer, and he drank it in full. The dwarf's good dark beer was very refreshing. The Extreme Warrior Gene Primarch couldn't help but think of his hometown of Markulag, where birds and flowers are singing like now.

The commander of the battle, Calgar, is now in charge of Markulag, and has not had any war recently. He is preparing to respond to the upcoming "Indomitable Expedition" that Kiriman is about to launch.

"You are so terrifying. You and your descendants are both. I have been wondering whether you and your smurfs are all pretending to be Oak Orcs? Why does it seem like they are endless forever?" Magnus breathed the fresh air greedily. He had been pressed on the Golden Throne for a long time.

Since he was with him, the emperor has never had to be bound by the golden throne. In fact, since the emperor returned, the emperor only needed to divide some of his strength to maintain the golden throne. Magnus had to do more to regulate and control rather than to keep it up. He was occasionally allowed to walk around the palace, of course under surveillance.

"I know that one is not enough to eat. I have ordered the imperial guards to roast another beef and a few fish." Angron brought a large pot of cauliflower: "Don't worry, please stay tuned, Zhuang Sen, cut it for you."

Zhuang Sen took the knife, cut a large piece of lamb chop directly from the roasted lamb, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The Primros were eating voraciously, and all kinds of pure natural delicacies were served on plates, and then several people ate them clean. A large number of eaten bones were discarded on and under the table. Vulgan and Clarkson discussed how to increase the number of offspring of their battle group, while Magnus was talking with Zhuangson about whether the new original cast Space Marine was his own offspring.

Zhuang Sen's view is that since the emperor has the final say, even if Magnus' view is that if these warriors can show strong combat power, then that's it.

"Cheers, Kiriman, you seem to be better." Angrand raised his mug and said to Kiriman: "Only you are the most capable of governing the country, and my father needs you as a helper."

"The situation is already bad and cannot be worse. The big rift divides the entire Galaxy into two, and wars are going on everywhere. We almost don't know what is happening on the other side of the big rift. Only when my father shows his supreme power can we get some news." Kiriman drank a sip of Bagman's beer and sighed: "We brought Ryan's wedding gift this time, and when the wedding ends, we will set off for Terra the next day."

"So anxious?" Angrand was a little puzzled: "My father is back."

"War is going on everywhere, we need us everywhere." Kiriman said with a bitter face: "Emergency reports are being sent everywhere for help, and the troops are stretched. Abaddon and his Black Legion did not dare to approach Terra after seeing their father's power, so they always acted near Kadian. We have temporarily reached an alliance with the Death Army to deal with the endless Chaos Legion. An unprecedented huge army has gathered around Kadian, ready to face the next huge attack."

"Where is Damocles?" Angelan continued.

"The war in the Damocles War Zone has stopped." Kiriman turned his attention to Zhuang Sen: "Leon took his men to destroy a whole fleet of Titanium Stars. He killed six front-line commanders sent by the Titanium Stars. The Titanium Stars BP gave up on attacking Damocles. We have no interest in fighting with these shits. Leon is needed elsewhere."

"A group of miscellaneous people, no one can beat." Zhuang Sen said coldly: "A waste of time."

"Well, the space undead, the Tyran Zerg, and the Spirits?" Angelan continued.

"At present, we are still working with the spirit race for the time being. My father and the spirit race's god of death have a ceasefire agreement." Kiriman frowned: "But there are many spirit races, such as the ark spirit race, the black spirit race, the spirit race pirates, the spirit race clowns, the spirit race Death Army, etc. Apart from the death race, we can fight other spirit races."

"Hey, fuck it! It's all done after chopping it." Angrand yelled with a big bowl of wine, ate meat with big mouthfuls.

"Aliman led the Red-word Warriors of the Thousand Sons to raid Fenris, the mother star of the Space Wolf." Kiriman continued: "Vulgan and Clarkson took the Salamander Chapter and the Defense Force to defeat Aliman. The war was also started, but that was not important. What I am worried about now is that the space necromancers are recovering on a large scale, and the tentacles of the Tyron Zerg Leviathan fleet are spreading everywhere. Amijidon has become a half-demon world. The Holy Blood Angels Battle Team located in Barr is sending desperate calls for help. If my father had not sensed the help from Commander Dante, we might not have known what difficult test the Blood Angels are facing."

"I understand, please go and do your business with peace of mind. Let me and Ryan leave it here." Angrand also knew that the Primros needed to be dispatched everywhere now, so he couldn't say anything else.

"And Fugen!"

"Okay, okay, and that sissy Fugen."

Five primordials were rosy in a big meal, especially Magnus, the gene primordials of the crummy son kept pouring in. At this time, Vulgan and Clarkson were grilling fish, while Zhuang Sen and Kiriman were playing a chess game.

This kind of war chess game is the imperial war chess table game that Sulia once gave to Ryan. There are many chess pieces on both sides, from the most basic imperial swordsmen, spearmen, archers, to the imperial knights holding guns, bishops holding warhammers and shields, huge cannons, the electorate with holy swords hanging around their waists, and the fully armed imperial emperor.

Angrand spent a lot of money to buy several sets and often played with the imperial guards.

He explained the rules of chess to everyone: "Different soldiers have different abilities, but their scores are also different. You need to form an army of 2,000 points and then send them to the battlefield."

"Zhuang Sen! Did your father ask you to come here to loot my storage room?" Seeing that several primordial bodies ignored him, Angrand had to complain to Zhuang Sen.

The First Legion Primrose had hesitation on his face. He was a little confused about why his brothers robbed Angran's storage room. They actually didn't lack these things.

But everyone did this, and Zhuang Sen felt that it was not right to do nothing.

So Zhuang Sen walked alone into Angrand's corral and carried the trembling buffalo inside.
Chapter completed!