The Eldar's unique physiology gave her long, straight legs, skin as white as jade, and a smoothness that seemed entirely poreless.
Years of battle had bestowed upon her clear, beautiful muscle lines. They did not make her look bulky; instead, they were filled with a sense of powerful beauty.
Her ankles were slender, and thanks to excellent circulation, her jade-like feet carried a healthy flush of pink, like newly blossoming petals.
Guilliman stood there calmly, looking at her openly.
Yet inwardly, he could not help but marvel:
(The Eldar truly are one of the Old Ones' most perfect creations. Their form and bearing truly surpass those of ordinary humans.)
In his view, the two pinnacle races created by the Old Ones before their extinction—
The Orks, representing the ultimate in savage chaos, and the Eldar, symbolizing beauty and order, were both biological miracles.
Yvraine naturally sensed Guilliman's scorching gaze—literally.
This Primarch was practically a humanoid star. Wherever his eyes fell, the air itself seemed to grow warm, filled with vitality and life.
It was not some vulgar, lustful stare, but more like a pure gaze carrying appreciation and curiosity.
And indeed, that was exactly the case.
What Guilliman felt at the moment was more of an academic curiosity.
He was contemplating a biological question.
And as everyone knew, the most fundamental question in biology was mating.
What Guilliman was considering was whether he could now mate with an Eldar.
With his body now fused with Viltrumite blood, with those Smart Atoms that possessed extreme adaptability and aggression—
Could they break through racial boundaries and disregard the reproductive barrier between himself and the Eldar?
After all, although Eldar and humans looked similar, they were fundamentally entirely different species. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for them to produce offspring.
However, Viltrumite genetic material was anything but ordinary.
In the original setting, as long as a species gave live birth, Viltrumites could mate with it and forcibly make their offspring inherit Viltrumite traits.
The offspring might retain some physical characteristics from their mother's race at birth, such as skin color, hair color, or minor differences in their limbs.
But given a long enough lifespan, Smart Atoms would continuously reshape their bodies, eventually making them tend toward pure-blooded Viltrumites while retaining some of their mother's race's outstanding traits.
(For example, in the original story, the child Invincible had with that female mantis-person inherited the mantis race's rapid development trait...)
Guilliman's thoughts had drifted somewhat.
"Lord Guilliman?"
Yvraine's pleasant voice pulled him back from his thoughts.
At some point, she had already dressed herself and walked up before him, raising a hand and gently waving it in front of his eyes.
Her tall, slender figure, fully 2.3 meters in height, was already exceptional among Eldar women. Yet standing before Guilliman, she still appeared somewhat petite.
Guilliman swiftly gathered his thoughts, and an appropriately apologetic expression appeared on his face:
"My apologies, Lady Yvraine.
I was thinking about something just now and became a little distracted."
"As the future ruler of humanity, Lord Guilliman, you have countless matters to attend to each day. It is only natural that you would be somewhat rushed." Yvraine smiled faintly, expressing her understanding.
"As the leader of the Reaper Host, Lady Yvraine must surely be busy with many affairs as well. I trust you can understand my difficulties."
As he spoke, Guilliman unceremoniously pulled over a specially made oversized stool and sat down.
At the same time, he raised a hand. An almost imperceptible stream of blue-gold light flickered in his palm, the combined application of Smart Atoms and newly awakened Psionic Energy.
From afar, he summoned a heavy jade tea table between himself and Yvraine, where it landed steadily.
This action caused an irrepressible flash of surprise to pass through Yvraine's emerald eyes.
*(Psionic Energy? How could he use Psionic Energy?*
*According to all the information we possess, Roboute Guilliman should have been one of the very few Primarchs with virtually no talent for Psionic Energy...)*
She gave Guilliman a deep look, her heart growing solemn.
(It seems... the changes brought by those ten thousand years of slumber, and by this awakening, are far greater and far more profound than we imagined.)
Yvraine elegantly sat in the cushioned chair opposite Guilliman.
Her emerald eyes held a knowing smile as she looked toward this human Primarch, as scorching as a star.
"Our Lord Guilliman, you came to visit so early in the morning. Surely it was not merely to say 'good morning,' was it?"
"As a man, of course I wish to greet a beautiful woman good morning."
"But given my current position, I truly cannot let gender guide me."
"You are right. I did not come to say good morning."
Guilliman laughed heartily and scratched his short black hair, appearing quite relaxed:
"Since we are allies now, I should indeed be more open and honest."
His smile faded, his expression becoming solemn as he looked Yvraine directly in the eye. "I hope to reach a deeper level of cooperation with the Eldar."
"A deeper level of cooperation?"
Yvraine raised a brow slightly, her smile unchanged:
"I have already led the Reaper Host here to help revive you, Lord Guilliman, and resist Chaos. Is this alliance not deep enough already?"
Her manner remained calm and unhurried.
Strictly speaking, this Eldar warrior who was over two thousand years old was far older than Guilliman, whose true waking years numbered less than three hundred.
As the invited party, she believed she ought to be more composed than Guilliman.
"I am deeply grateful to Lady Yvraine, as well as the Reaper Host and the Eldar, for the help you have given me."
Guilliman spoke sincerely. "For me personally, this cooperation has already been more than substantial.
After all, your original purpose was to help revive me and protect my safety.
To ask for more would make me seem somewhat greedy."
His tone shifted, his voice becoming grave and forceful. "But now, I must be a little 'insatiable'!
Because that help is still far from enough for the entire Imperium of Man, which is now riddled with wounds and hanging by a thread!"
Yvraine leaned forward slightly, displaying appropriate interest:
"Then what sort of 'deeper' cooperation does our dear Lord Guilliman wish to establish with me, the Reaper Host, or even the broader Eldar powers?"
"We all know this."
Guilliman folded his hands over his knees. "When it comes to research into and understanding of the Warp, the Eldar are unquestionably the strongest in the Milky Way.
Whether it is the wondrous Webway, the unique technology of Wraithbone, or all manner of intricate Soul Circuits, all of it makes me... well, yearn for it."
He did not hide his desire. "By comparison, the Imperium's use of the Warp is simply crude beyond measure.
The only things that can be considered useful—the Warp Engine and the Gellar Field—are also extremely unstable. Every year, tens of thousands of personnel and ships are permanently lost in the surging tides of the Warp.
Seeing these losses, which could have been avoided, fills me with deep sorrow."
He raised his head, his gaze blazing. "If the ships of my Imperium could sail freely and safely through the Eldar Webway—
I believe this bloated, corrupt Imperial 'corpse,' which has nearly ceased to crawl, could at least rise to its feet again and stagger onward."
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