Chapter 833 The demons dance wildly

"Why are you two so excited?" In the conference room, several other Primarchs cast puzzled glances, fixed firmly on Lorgar and Perturabo.

At this time, Perturabo, wearing an extremely heavy power armor, stood there like a steel fortress.

However, after Yang Cheng praised him, he seemed to be ignited and trembled with excitement. Even the indestructible armor could not suppress the violent shaking.

"What are you excited about? I'm not excited! Absolutely not!" Perturabo's voice came out muffled from the thick armor, but everyone present could clearly feel the excitement mixed in it.

In sharp contrast to Perturabo's pretended calmness was Lorgar standing beside him.

At this moment, he was like a fanatical believer who was praised by God himself, and he was so excited that he could not control himself. He sat at the conference table, his mouth was like a string of cannons, and he kept praising Yang Cheng in various languages.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng just glanced at Luo Jia silently, then shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, this child may not be saved..."

"By the way, Sanguinius..." Yang Cheng suddenly seemed to have thought of something extremely important. He turned his head abruptly and looked straight at Sanguinius who was sitting in another seat not far away.

Sanguinius was seen leaning leisurely on the back of a chair, with one hand casually placed on the armrest and the other hand holding a red apple that exuded an enticing aroma.

On the small table next to him, there was a crystal clear goblet filled with fine red wine as red as blood.

Hearing Yang Cheng's call, Sanguinius turned slightly and raised his head with some confusion. His eyes, as beautiful as the deep starry sky, looked at Yang Cheng curiously, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth: "Is there something wrong, father?"

However, when Yang Cheng saw clearly what Sanguinius was holding in his hand, he became so angry that his face turned blue, and he felt a breath stuck in his chest, and he almost vomited blood!

This kid actually had the mind to eat apples and drink red wine in such a serious occasion!

But looking at Sanguinius' innocent look, Yang Cheng finally suppressed his anger, waved his hand helplessly and said: "It's okay, you continue..." After that, he quickly turned his head away, fearing that if he looked at Sanguinius again, he would not be able to help but rush up and beat him up.

However, when Yang Cheng's gaze slowly shifted from one Primarch to another, the urge deep in his heart to punch someone not only did not diminish in the slightest, but instead grew stronger like a raging fire.

No one knows where the mysterious Koz is hiding, making it difficult to find his whereabouts.

Alpha and Omega were even more cunning. They cleverly disguised themselves as other Primarchs and mixed in with the crowd. From time to time, they deliberately made trouble and added chaos, making the scene even more chaotic.

Looking over there, he saw Leman Russ holding tightly in his hand a huge wine barrel that he had snatched from somewhere, and was fighting fiercely with Angron.

The two men fought back and forth, neither giving in. The wine barrel was waving in the air, making a whistling sound, which caused the people around them to exclaim.

At the same time, Mortarion stood quietly in a remote corner, his cold eyes staring at Magnus with undisguised contempt.

Magnus, on the other hand, seemed a little bored at this moment. He was casually using his powerful psychic power to create small and exquisite gadgets to pass the time.

On the other side, Luo Jia was still carrying out missionary activities as eloquently as usual, trying to spread his faith to everyone present.

Poor Guilliman, seriously injured, could only lie in a certain position helplessly, unable to move, staring at the noisy scene in front of him.

The Lion, known as the "Lion King", and the famous Horus stood face to face, full of hostility towards each other. They looked at each other with contempt, and neither of them was willing to give in first.

And Xerxes, who had gotten a large amount of soft and fine sand from somewhere, was now sitting there excitedly using his spiritual power to build a sand castle.

Louis next to him was not idle either. He was holding dozens of exquisite and lifelike models in his hands, and carefully arranged them on a large table, as if he was conceiving a thrilling battle scene.

Fulgrim held an exquisite mirror in his hand, looking left and right at his handsome face, smiling with satisfaction from time to time, completely immersed in self-admiration.

At this time, in the huge venue, only Perturabo and Vulkan were sitting upright, listening attentively to Yang Cheng's speech.

Yang Cheng's face turned livid, veins popped out on his forehead, and he glared at Fulgrim who was looking in the mirror, gritting his teeth and yelling, "Malcador, I really can't stand it anymore. I really want to rush up and beat these guys up!"

Hearing this, Malcador, who was sitting next to him, took a sip of coffee and raised the scepter in his hand. He responded slowly, "My Lord, please calm down. You will get used to this situation slowly..." Then he added, "When you are focusing on studying the Webway and other important matters in the palace, don't I often deal with them in this way? So, don't get too angry."

However, Yang Cheng was obviously unable to accept this suggestion. He shouted indignantly: "I can't get used to it! How can I get used to this kind of scene!" However, facing this annoying scene, Yang Cheng also knew that there was no benefit in continuing the stalemate.

So he suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and briefly recounted the mission as calmly as possible.

After explaining the relevant matters, Yang Cheng turned around and left the meeting room without looking back.

"Why did father leave?"

Angron looked at Yang Cheng curiously as he left, but Leman Russ just hugged Angron's shoulders and continued to say proudly: "It doesn't matter! Let's go! Let's taste the Fenris mead on my battleship!"

"I am the Warmaster! The Warmaster can only be me!"

"Ah yes, yes, the Caliban barbarian."

"Lorgar! Follow me to the duel arena!"

Ryan grabbed Luo Jia and dragged him out of the meeting room.