Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Seeing the Emperor with his head drooping as he tidied up the sheets behind the Mother of the Primarch, Guilliman picked up his Ultimate mug and took a sip of the Ultimate drink. He took out the Ultimate sunglasses from the Ultimate glasses case and put them on, resting his hands on his head. Behind the back of his head, he let out a long breath: "It's really relaxing to be freed from government affairs like this sometimes..."

"Hey, yo, what did I hear?" Fulgrim shook the cocktail in the goblet, "The overlord of Macragge, the master of five hundred worlds, the most diligent primarch among his brothers and sisters, actually thought that Are you lazy?"

"Honestly, this thought comes to my mind every day." Guilliman touched his extreme chin, which had some unkempt extreme stubble, "but I never stopped. The weight of all living creatures is on my shoulders, urging me to move forward in my responsibility—to never stop moving forward.”

"Maybe you should copy me, man."

Ferus stared at the slightly trembling fish float on the lake, and gently held the handle of the fishing rod with both hands.

"Delegate authority to the machine spirits and children. They are eager to help us share more affairs. In the Medusa sector that I manage, more than 90.00% of the work is handled by mechanical priests and space warriors. I The tribune of the Custodes is also good at handling documents, and I only need to be responsible for nodding or shaking my head on the most important things."

(Note: Tribune, the official position of the Imperial Guard beside the original body, is responsible for protecting the personal safety of the original body * although it is more often the original body who protects them *, and handling some political tasks of the sector to which it belongs.)

"Thanks for the advice, but it's not for me."

Guilliman put extreme foam on his extreme chin and used an extreme razor to meticulously shave off the extreme stubble that appeared on his head. At the same time, he could still clearly express his extreme voice: "I am used to having everything under my control. Among them—it’s not that they don’t trust my children, but they are also used to reporting all matters to me meticulously.”

"Sounds just like our father." Fulgrim looked at the pickled olives used to season the cocktail. "All machines are extensions of his hands and eyes, and every move of all Imperial people cannot escape his eyes. . It is this kind of pathological paranoia of having everything under control that makes him..."

"I like the current dad better." Ferus nodded firmly, his eyes still staring at the slightly turbulent water, "How can I put it...in short, he is more humane than before."

"Never forget," Guilliman wiped his face with a Extreme handkerchief, "the one who rules the Empire of Man is a mortal born into poverty."

At this moment, the fish float suddenly sank into the lake!

"Hooked!"

Ferus shouted with joy and raised the fishing rod in his hand.The fishing line cuts with the water surface, making a pleasant "hissing" sound. Judging from the exaggerated bend of the rod head, it is undoubtedly a big fish!

"Hmph! Want to escape?" Ferus grinned, "Come up here!"

There was a splash and a huge splash of water, soaking Iron Medusa's sleeveless top. Fulgrim's empty cocktail glass was now refilled. Guilliman calmly raised his ultimate umbrella. Block out the sun and lake water.

When the Lord of the Ultramarines took away the umbrella, Ferus was staring at Apas. The thin fishing line was tightly wrapped around her gold bracelet. The knot seemed to be unsolvable for centuries. It's coming.

No. 11 Legion, the leader of the Ice Sea Whales, was physically caught.

"What are you doing in the nest I've made?" the Primarch of the Iron Hands said angrily.

Apas swung her wet seaweed-like curls away from her face, and said with wandering eyes: "Swimming..."

"Then do you want to explain," Ferus roared in a terrifying bass, "Why do you need to bring a pair of scissors when you swim? And where is my fishhook?"

"Scissors, cough, actually, scissors, uh..." the mother whale said hesitantly, "Well, it's normal for me to wear scissors when swimming. Look, don't you also wear a helmet when fishing?"

Ferus was stunned: "I'm not wearing a helmet?"

"It's okay if you don't wear it!"

Apas suddenly cut off the fishing line on her wrist. The taut fishing rod suddenly lost its weight and hit Ferus' nose with a snap!

Medusa howled in pain, and the King of Ocean and Water melted into the water as lightly as foam. She raised half of her body on the water and said with a smile: "Stop fishing, it's very dangerous for a fish to be caught in the lip by a hook." It hurts. Also, remember to wear a helmet next time."

She plunged into the lake and disappeared, leaving a cursing Ferus standing by the lake holding his sore nose.

"How strange." Fulgrim poured out the lake water in the cocktail glass and looked at the ripples caused by Apas, and said thoughtfully, "I remember she also eats fish."

"Maybe the purposes are different. One is to fill his stomach, and the other is to enjoy the process of catching - that is, for fun." Guilliman said rationally. He picked up the extreme mug and took a look at the water diluted by the lake. Extreme drink and poured it into the grass.

In an instant, the emerald green grass was coated with a shiny metallic color, and the long teeth and claws devoured the leaves of their former kin, spreading towards the surroundings with extremely strong aggression.

"I don't believe she can stay in the lake her whole life. When she goes home for dinner at night, I must make her look good!"

Ferus said in a muffled voice. He rubbed his red nose and said to the Phoenix Lord: "Hurry and help me see if my nose can still stay in its original place."

"Oh, God..." Fulgrim sighed.

"What?" Ferus suddenly became nervous, "Has it become asymmetrical? Or -"

Fulgrim yelled angrily: "I'm not talking about your nose, look at the sky!"

The three of them looked up at the sky, and saw that the big yellow face suspended in the blue sky, emitting warm light, turned into a dark and terrifying bottomless vortex...

Jushan Town Rules, Article [-]: If the sun is no longer the color in your memory, remember to hide under a sun umbrella without a cross mark early.

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"Nothing is more pleasant than a long hike, my dark brother."

In the forest on the shore of the lake, Horus handed a bottle of iced water to Vulcan, and opened his arms to inhale the fragrance of the vegetation in the air with satisfaction: "Being in this kind of environment always makes me feel great. The broad pulse of nature. It is a powerful force, and this force is destined to serve humanity.”

"I couldn't agree more, bro."

Vulkan let the ice water wet his lips, and his face that had been tense since entering the town finally relaxed: "I am extremely angry about the unknown things in the town. For the fun of the journey, I also You can’t crush them to death. It’s better to stay in a place far away from people, out of sight and out of mind.”

"Brother, it's hard for me not to have the same thoughts as you." Horus smiled tolerantly, "But at least we can temporarily clear our minds now and feel the pure beauty. Don't forget, we are carrying The mission given to us by our father is to find——"

Horus suddenly stopped talking.

The corner of his eye told him that a wisp of gray-black hair had just disappeared behind the thick knotted oak trunk—that was the fur of a wolf!

Jushan Town Rules, Article [-]: If travelers see a wolf while camping, please seek help from the police in time.