Erika knew little about Commorragh or the Drukhari, so she asked curiously, "So what exactly were they thinking?"
"Probably speculating about the length of the Primarchs' fishing rods based on their size, what modifications an Aeldari would need to withstand them, and some particularly nasty-minded people were even wondering what it would feel like to clear a Primarch's passage."
"That's blasphemous." Anger appeared on Erika's face. Yilafren nonchalantly rubbed her nose and joked, "Which is why they're all finished. The world has a lot fewer disgusting people now."
Isha traced a circle with her finger and opened a portal. The group stepped through it, and the next second, they arrived at Macragge's busiest central plaza.
This plaza and the Hall of Glory behind it formed the heart of the wedding. Only those of the highest status and closest ties to Guilliman were qualified to witness the Primarch's wedding here.
Of course, as a Primarch close to the people, Guilliman had not forgotten to invite Macragge's many media outlets. That way, all of Macragge—and even the entirety of Ultramar's Five Hundred Worlds—could witness this great moment.
As a master and standout in the art of recording, Trazyn had volunteered for the task. He had obtained the title of Media Master from Guilliman, and now he was the highest authority over all media on Macragge. Every event had to pass through his planning and receive his approval.
Amid the bustling crowd, it was difficult to miss a gorgeously adorned metal skeleton reflecting the sunlight. Lin Fan cast his gaze toward Trazyn's back, and the collector immediately turned around sharply to meet his eyes.
"Oh! Look who it is, our terrifying fellow who calls himself a mortal!" Trazyn teased. "So, how was the honeymoon? Think you can make a new god?"
As Trazyn