Briar and Bramble

One said, "I heard that Lord Regent is going to tell the story of Old Terra, the one about Logger Vick and Briar Bramble."

Another said, "I want to know how Pleasant Goat defeated Wolffy. Last time we only talked about Wolffy being beaten away by Red Wolf with a pan."

The third one laughed, "Can you have some potential? You are already Space Marines and you still watch cartoons?"

The first two stared at him at the same time. "You don't want to see it? You listened more seriously than anyone else last time, and you asked if Pleasant Goat and Wolffy would fight aliens together later."

The third one was silent, and after a while he whispered, "That's really pretty."

Guilliman Hearing the word "alien", he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the officers.

Several officers immediately straightened their backs, and the expressions on their faces instantly switched from "secretly chatting about cartoons" to "seriously discussing tactical deployment."

Guilliman looked at them for a while, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but without revealing it, he closed his eyes again.

The transport ship sailed smoothly in the void.

In a few hours, they will be able to enter Solar System, and in a day, they will be able to land at Terra.

Then there was a parade that lasted for ten days and nights, eating meat and drinking heavily.

Then came their laughter, singing, and questions about Logger Vick and Pleasant Goat.

Guilliman As I thought about it, I felt that I wasn't that tired anymore.

When the last group of soldiers boarded the transport ship, Guilliman did not board the ship immediately.

He stood in the empty void, holding a person with one hand - no, not a human, but a god.

The goddess of life Isha, the last survivor among Aeldari Pantheon who still maintains the integrity of Divinity.

Her hands were cold, not as cold as death, but as cold as a stream with a slight flow.

The coolness spread to his palms through Guilliman's gloves, reminding him of Macragge the snow water flowing down from the mountains during the spring thaw.

Isha stood beside him, his gentle blue eyes looking at the transport ship with its lights on in the distance, with a faint smile on his lips.

She was still wearing the white robe that had been baked by golden flames, with ashes stained on the hem, her hair was messy, and there were a few ash marks on her face.

But she didn't look embarrassed. Instead, she looked like a lady who had left a grand banquet early.

Guilliman turned his head to look at her, looking at her leisurely expression as if she was taking a walk in her own home, Garden of Nurgle, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

This is the goddess of life who has been imprisoned by Nurgle for thousands of years. She is a prisoner who is forced to drink thick soup every day, is used as a plague experiment subject, and cannot even commit suicide.

But when she came out of Garden of Nurgle, there were no tears, no resentment, or even a sense of relief and exhaustion on her face.

She just tidied her hair, patted the dust on her robe, then nodded slightly to Guilliman and said, "Let's go."

Guilliman came back to his senses and held her hand tightly.

"Come to Terra for a walk with me."

When he said this, his tone was as casual as if he was inviting his colleagues to have a supper together after get off work.

Isha looked at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and turned into a gentle, slightly nostalgic smile.

"While I was still alive,"

Isha spoke, her voice was not loud, but every word was as clear as spring water dripping on rocks in a mountain stream.

"The relationship between Eldar and humans cannot be considered friendly. At most, it can be regarded as a secret rivalry between two overlords of the universe.

In the process of competition, some people will inevitably die. But who cares about the race at that time? They eat, drink and have fun every day, and many people die."

Guilliman didn't answer, just held her hand and slowly flew towards the largest transport ship.

Isha followed him, his white robe fluttering silently in the void, like the tentacles of some kind of jellyfish.

"Speaking of which," Isha suddenly laughed, the laughter was very light, with a kind of pampering like an elder recalling the embarrassments of a younger generation:

"Your father and I are old friends. But when he came to Eldar to play, he was busy throwing a big party at Commorragh.

Among the pantheon of gods, I only have a good relationship with Asuryan."

Guilliman's mouth twitched.

Of course he knows the "anecdote" about Emperor when he was young.

Adopt a Roman she-wolf, fight with the Olympia gods, and pretend to be a pharaoh in ancient Egypt.

These stories are packaged in Imperium's history textbooks as "Emperor's early strategic deployment" or "Master of Mankind's cultural investigation of ancient civilizations."

But Commorragh is throwing a big party?

He had never seen this in any historical materials.

Emperor himself in Warp and Black Sun probably would not take the initiative to mention it.

Guilliman was silent for a long time.

The hangar entrance of the spaceship was right in front, and the warm yellow light shone on them, making the two shadows very long.

Just when he was about to step into the cabin door, he turned his head and asked seriously, almost curiously. "What kind of party is it?"

Isha blinked, and the smile became more gentle, with a clear understanding that "young people are still young after all."

"What else could it be? It was with a group of Eldar girls. As for how it was done, you should know it yourself."

Guilliman's expression became very wonderful at that moment.

He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, like a fish thrown ashore.

His mind was racing at that moment, trying to put the two concepts "Emperor" and "Eldar girl" into the same picture at the same time.

The screen generation failed and a blue screen occurred.

Isha looked at his hesitant and troubled expression, and couldn't help laughing.

As the goddess of life, the power she holds is not only healing and reproduction, but those are just the most superficial things in the life process.