I Want to Bear a Legion Myself

The Eldar's unique physiology gave her long, straight legs, skin as fair as jade, so smooth it seemed poreless.

Years of battle had bestowed upon her clear, beautiful muscle lines. They did not look bulky in the slightest; instead, they were filled with the beauty of strength.

Her ankles were slender, and her jade-like feet carried a healthy blush from good circulation, like newly blooming petals.

Guilliman simply stood there calmly, looking at her with an open gaze.

Yet inwardly, he could not help but marvel.

(The Eldar truly are one of the Old Ones' most perfect creations. Their physique and bearing are indeed far beyond those of ordinary humans.)

In his view, the two pinnacle races created by the Old Ones before their extinction—

The Orks, embodying the ultimate in savage chaos, and the Eldar, symbolizing beauty and order—were both biological miracles.

Yvraine naturally sensed Guilliman's burning gaze—literally speaking.

This primarch was practically a humanoid star. Wherever his gaze fell, the air itself seemed to grow warm, brimming with life and vitality.

It was not some lecherous stare, but rather a pure gaze tinged with appreciation and curiosity.

And that was indeed the truth.

At this moment, Guilliman was more driven by academic curiosity.

He was considering a biological question.

And as everyone knew, biology's most fundamental question was mating.

What Guilliman was thinking about was whether he could mate with an Eldar now.

With his body now fused with Viltrumite bloodline, with its highly adaptable and aggressive Smart Atoms—

Could he cross the boundaries between species and ignore the reproductive isolation 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 absolutely 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 internally, Viltrumites could mate with it and forcibly make their offspring inherit Viltrumite traits.

The offspring might be born with certain physical traits of the mother's race, such as skin color, hair color, or minor differences in their limbs.

But given a long enough lifespan, Smart Atoms would continue reshaping their bodies until they ultimately became closer to pure-blooded Viltrumites, while retaining some of their mother race's superior traits.

(For example, in the original story, the child Invincible had with that mantis woman inherited the mantis people's rapid development...)

Guilliman's thoughts had begun to wander.

"Lord Guilliman?"

Yvraine's pleasant voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

At some point, she had already dressed herself and walked over to stand before him, raising a hand and gently waving it before his eyes.

Her tall, slender figure stood a full two meters and thirty centimeters, making her exceptional even among Eldar women, yet she still seemed somewhat petite before Guilliman.

Guilliman swiftly composed himself, a perfectly measured hint of apology appearing on his face.

"My apologies, Lady Yvraine.

I was thinking about something just now and became somewhat distracted."

"As the future ruler of humanity, Lord Guilliman, you have countless matters to attend to. It is only natural that you should be somewhat rushed." Yvraine smiled faintly, showing her understanding.

"As the leader of the Reaper Host, Lady Yvraine, I imagine you are also busy with countless affairs every day. 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 across his palm—the combined application of Smart Atoms and newly awakened psychic power.

He summoned a heavy jade tea table through the air and set it steadily down between himself and Yvraine.

This action caused an unmistakable flash of surprise to pass through Yvraine's emerald eyes.

(Psychic power? How could he use psychic power?

According to all the information we possess, Roboute Guilliman should have been one of the few primarchs with almost no psychic talent...)

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 more profound than we imagined.)

Yvraine elegantly took a seat in the cushioned chair opposite Guilliman.

Her emerald eyes held a knowing smile as she looked at this human primarch, blazing like a star.

"Our Lord Guilliman 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 wished to bid a beautiful woman good morning."

"But given my current position, I truly cannot let gender take priority."

"You are right. I did not come merely to say good morning."

Guilliman laughed heartily and scratched his short black hair, his posture relaxed.

"Since we are allies now, I should indeed be more open and frank."

His smile faded, and his expression became solemn. He looked Yvraine directly in the eye. "I hope to establish deeper cooperation with the Eldar."

"Deeper 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 composed.

Strictly speaking, this Eldar warrior of over two thousand years was far older than Guilliman, whose actual waking life had been less than three hundred years.

As the invited party, she believed she ought to be more capable of keeping her composure 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 generous.

After all, your original purpose was to help revive me and protect my safety.

To ask for more would make me seem rather greedy."

Then his tone shifted, his voice deep and powerful. "But now, I must be insatiably greedy!

Because that help is still far from enough for the entire Imperium of Man, which is now riddled with wounds and on the brink of collapse!"

Yvraine leaned forward slightly, displaying an appropriate degree of interest.

"Then what sort of 'deeper' cooperation does our dear Lord Guilliman wish to establish with me, the Reaper Host, or even broader Eldar forces?"

"We all know this."

Guilliman folded his hands over his knees. "When it comes to studying and understanding the Warp, the Eldar are unquestionably the strongest in the Milky Way.

Whether it is the wondrous Webway, your unique Wraithbone technology, or your various exquisite Soul Circuits, all of it leaves me immensely... ah, yearning."

He did not conceal his desire in the slightest. "By comparison, the Imperium's use of the Warp is simply crude beyond belief.

The only things that can barely be called practical—the Warp engine and the Gellar Field—are also extremely unstable. Every year, tens of thousands of people and ships are permanently lost within the raging tides of the Warp.

Seeing losses that could have been avoided pains me deeply."

He raised his head, his gaze blazing. "If the ships of my Imperium could sail freely and safely through the Eldar Webway—

Then I believe that this bloated, corrupt Imperial 'corpse,' which has nearly ceased to crawl, could at least rise to its feet once more and stagger onward."