Chapter 1063 Although It’s a Bit Weird, at Least I Have a Mother

The buds opened completely, and the same soft black hair as the Emperor's but longer flowed out, draped on the throne wrapped with flower vines.

The Emperor stood up, and the familiar golden armor wrapped her whole body. Compared with the Emperor who was waiting in the throne room, wearing loose robes, the Emperor was more majestic and calm, revealing a cold aura that could not be blasphemed or offended.

There was a huge golden eagle engraved on the chest of the armor, and because of the outline, it looked like it would spread its wings and fly in the next second. Smaller and more numerous patterns were various skulls and the stern faces of ascetics. Only the falling leaves and petals diluted the most indifferent side of religious divinity.

The Emperor stood up and walked, staring at his palm with eyes as golden as the sun, "This is much faster than I expected."

The Emperor did not mind his female appearance, but Sanguinius and Ferrus fell into deep fear.

The two brothers looked at each other, neither of them could speak, they could only look at each other to express their thoughts.

"Oh! God Emperor, welcome back." Isa waved to the God Emperor enthusiastically, and then hugged the God Emperor's arm. Compared with the God Emperor, Isa's body was more petite.

The God Emperor frowned and asked, "Isa? Or Slaanesh?"

"You can call it whatever you want, we are one." Isa smiled even brighter. It was really surprising that the God Emperor did not push her away rudely or drive her away with golden flames.

Isa stared at the cold and majestic face of the God Emperor, and she couldn't see enough. She was eager to let others know the new image of the God Emperor.

"Let's go."

The God Emperor was dragged away by Isa, and Sanguinius and Ferrus followed closely.

Flowers bloomed and golden light descended. The spiritual energy in the throne room was more abundant, and the primarchs sat upright, holding a vigilant heart for the upcoming God Emperor. Lin Fan put his hands together, hoping that Isa would not give him a big life.

The golden light weaved the figure of the God Emperor, and Isa stood beside him and happily announced to everyone, "Da Da! The God Emperor is here!"

When Leman Russ saw the newcomer, he stood up from his chair and shouted, "Who is this?"

Lorgar was even more unbearable. He had been very low-key since his return. He wore the robes of an ascetic and walked in the empire with the Word Bearers, preaching the will of the Emperor and trying his best to change the cruel and barbaric side of the state religion.

Seeing the God Emperor in female form, Lorgar closed his eyes, prayed all the time, and began to think about whether the new image of the God Emperor would cause turmoil at the religious level of the empire.

The Emperor looked normal and was not too surprised by the appearance of the God Emperor. The two even greeted each other quite familiarly.

Odemaier slapped the table, blaming the Primarchs for being surprised by the rare things, "Isn't it just a female appearance? What's the big deal? Your father once turned into a she-wolf and fed two children."

"What did you say!" This time Magnus couldn't sit still. He didn't have any opinion on the God-Emperor. After all, psychic power is so magical. But when he heard that the Emperor actually had such a dark history, he immediately got excited and sat aside to think quickly, "It is said that the first Primarch to return was not Horus, but Alpharius and Omega... So father, did you feed them both?"

"Ahem... Magnus, your guess is completely wrong, please don't be stupid again." Aurora covered his face, he didn't want to see Magnus's stupid face.

The old face of the Emperor blushed, obviously angry at Magnus's unwarranted association, and then he looked at Odemaier and complained why she told these things to the Primarchs.

Odemaier shrugged, not afraid of the Emperor's gaze at all, "Just tell me if you did it."

"It's true, but you can't explain it so simply, it will create so many misunderstandings."

"Well, let me add something. It's a myth circulated in Roman civilization."

"Rome? What is that?" Perturabo asked, and Odemaier replied, "Your brother Guilliman's aesthetics are very similar to Roman civilization. You will understand it after taking a walk around Macragge."

"Then what is my aesthetic like?"

"Your aesthetic... is like Greece, with some Fauvism mixed in."

"What is Fauvism?"

The throne room became noisy. With such a heavyweight black history as the wolf-baby, the primarchs looked at the Emperor with more understanding.

The Emperor was expressionless at these words. She didn't care about such insignificant little problems. She was just distressed by Isa who kept holding her arm.

Just when the Emperor thought the topic would move to the next stage, Leman Russ, who had picked up the stool again, asked again, "If it's breastfeeding, who is qualified to be breastfed by you?"

"Is it important?" The Emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at Leman Russ very seriously.

Leman Russ shuddered, lowered his head and rubbed the fur on his armor with his fingers.

After a while, he suddenly remembered.

No, I'm just a projection, not really in front of the Emperor.

So Leman Russ became a lot bolder, saluted the Emperor directly and shouted loudly, "Father, please test me until I am qualified..."

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, Leman Russ was stared at by the Emperor's extremely cold eyes and shut his mouth. But the remaining Primarchs had already understood Leman Russ's thoughts. Their faces were heavy, and their eyes switched back and forth between Leman Russ and the Emperor.

"Lion." The Emperor closed his eyes, his mind full of the urge to beat Leman Russ up. "Take your men to Fenris and beat Leman Russ's ass!"

Ryan stood up, performed an ancient knightly salute, and then the projection disappeared. When Leman Russ saw how serious the matter was, he also removed the projection and disappeared, and began to make plans for his own ass.

"So you are curious about milk?" The God Emperor's cold voice echoed in the original body's ears, "This is not an excessive request. As long as you have contributed to the empire, milk can be listed as a reward. "

The extremely serious attitude of the God-Emperor made the Emperor doubt his life. He covered his face and bent down, sighing for the little majesty and mystery he had left, "Makado...come and save me..."

Guilliman's face stiffened and he twitched twice, "I don't think this is necessary...milk or something, it's really..."

"Shut up, you lucky boy!" Curze shouted. He had always been resentful about Guilliman being raised by adoptive parents. "You have enjoyed the care of your mother, but I have not!"

After saying that, Coze jumped up to the God-Emperor. His pale face was warmed by the golden light, and his dark pupils no longer contained the deep despair and madness. Only the emotions of self-consciousness and disbelief existed.