Chapter 1103: Beating the Drums

"Thank you, squire. I will enjoy the food."

Guilliman said so, but he did not hear the squire's footsteps leaving.

He was a little confused, but not angry. He took off the warm towel blocking his eyes and looked back.

It doesn't matter if you don't look, but you will be shocked when you look.

The heart and soul of the Primarch were shocked by the scene in front of him.

Iverene squatted behind him, wearing a close-fitting bathrobe that exposed her shoulders and thighs. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water droplets dripping down her skin. From the traces of the flow, you can feel the amazing smoothness of the skin.

A pair of emerald eyes looked a little timid, completely without the sharpness of the God of Death's military choice.

Because the bath was surrounded by mist, the eyes also revealed a kind of pitiful feeling that was about to cry.

The slightly wet hair hung down along the lowered neck, and some hair was tightly attached to the surface of the skin, like flowers blooming on rice paper.

Guilliman stared straight ahead, and Iverene blushed. Bai Su's slender hand lifted her hair, which made Guilliman's heart flutter and his breathing quicken.

"Iverene?"

"Yes."

The two of them greeted each other in a soft voice, as if they were afraid of scaring each other.

Then Guilliman stretched out his big hand and gently held it, and Iverene fell into the bathtub obediently, and then fell into his arms.

The Eldar were taller than ordinary people, and standing face to face was very oppressive, but compared with the Primarch, they looked small and cute.

Guilliman's movements became gentle, he was afraid that his big hands and feet would hurt Iverene, but although the Eldar were slender, their physical strength was not bad at all.

There was no extra fat on the arms and waist, and the outline of the muscles was clearly outlined by the skin.

Iverene shyly buried her face in Guilliman's chest, and both of their hearts were pounding.

Guilliman felt dry mouth and tongue, and the jazz drums were beating loudly. His mother had always hoped that he could find a wife, but Guilliman always refused because of his busy schedule.

Until his mother died, he was unable to let her participate in his wedding.

Now that the universe has become peaceful, the regret should be made up.

Pulling up Ivrenee's pretty face with his fingers, watching Guilliman's face getting closer and closer to her, Ivrenee closed her eyes and trembled as she waited for what would happen next.

As an Eldar, she had a stronger sense of emotion and love. With just a little flame, it could swell into a raging fire that was difficult to extinguish.

At this moment, the door of the bathhouse was kicked open roughly. The bangs of the armored warriors disturbed Guilliman's interest and made him very angry.

Looking back, the anger in his heart suddenly turned into pale coldness.

"Father, father, father, father?" The politician's tongue was very clumsy at this time.

Before Guilliman could explain for himself, the Emperor covered his chest with grief and shouted that he had given birth to a rebellious son who violated human ethics.

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

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

The most excited of the brothers was Jaghatai, who jumped beside the Emperor and shouted, "Father, look at what I said. I told you a long time ago that Guilliman was a little bit wrong in private, but you just didn't believe it. Now that he is caught red-handed, what do you think we should do with him?"

Jumping on the other side of the Emperor was Perturabo, who held his fist and pleaded with the Emperor, "What's wrong with being in love? Why does their love become so filthy in your mouth? I think you have a black heart, so you see everything as black!"

After a disagreement, Perturabo and Chaghatai started to wrestle.

Guilliman's desperate eyes only saw the Emperor's increasingly hunched body due to his violent coughing. He hugged Iverene tightly in his arms and could not say anything useful.

It was terrible! It was terrible!

Guilliman woke up from his imagination, gasping for breath, and really did not dare to think further.

"Father... are you... are you okay?" A difficult voice came from below.

Guilliman looked closely and found that it was Kato Sicarius who was tightly hugged in his arms.

The great power of the Primarch was displayed on Kato Sicarius's body, and his armor was shattered and his bones were broken.

In the wrinkles and cracks of the armor, blood and minced meat slowly overflowed.

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

Guilliman immediately loosened his arms and laid the seriously injured Catosicarius flat on the ground waiting for the pharmacist's rescue.

He found that the room was full of high-ranking Ultramarines, and the tightly closed door had traces of being forcibly broken open by explosives.

"Calgar, what happened?"

Calgar withdrew his gaze from Catosicarius, and looked at Guilliman without jealousy and envy.

Then he said, "Father, you were shouting in the room just now. We asked you and you remained silent. We were worried that the enemy would harm 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 noise was Catosicarius.

The narcissistic commander immediately rushed in, ran to Guilliman's side to ask about his well-being, and then was hugged tightly by a big hand, 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 noticed 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 Tigris, 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."