Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 74 [Special Part 3] Slaanesh Universe

In this universe, Slaanesh is Long Aotian. He said that he wants sex change, astringency, and sweet love.

Thus, the primordial nature in this universe has changed.

Let us quickly say, thank you Slaanesh.

Warning↓

Sexual changes, distorted plot, all stereotypes, the second-person galgame is full of affection for the love plot, slightly rubbing the edge.

It's all stereotypes, without restoring the original.

Now that it's categorized in light novels, I'm going to write about the nerdy taste of light novels!
[First Legion] Lion El'Jonson

She is a lioness from the forests of Caliban.

Tall and strong carcass, plump body, strong and streamlined waist, a sense of explosiveness and strength are favored by her at the same time.

Rigid blond hair over shoulders, under the hood are cloudy and mysterious green eyes.

Leon rarely spoke, but every time she spoke, it was an epee that pierced people's hearts.

She is the eldest sister who always has a straight face, cruel and cold. In her world, there is only submission and conquest.

"The First Legion has no secrets."

She spoke, loyalty is her unchanging background.
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——galgame line——

You are the wolf king. (no)

You are the Knight of Caliban, her most trusted Dark Angels subordinate, her right-hand man.

A routine reporting task, her cold green eyes are overlooking you from a height.

The cold dark green throne, carefully carved patterns, symbolizing the logo of loyalty and glory, she lies in her forest.

You are used to it. Jonson is this kind of person. It is not that she doesn't care about her offspring. Caliban's knight culture has deeply shaped her. She cares, but she can't show it.

She has been in power for a long time, she is the king of Caliban, and she is not very good at communicating with her peers.

But it doesn't matter, I am your dark angel, a knight under the king's command, and I offer you eternal loyalty.

"You guys did a good job on this mission."

Appreciation is beyond words,
Simple and clean decapitation, efficient pacification, stupid enemies, her knight is her sharpest sword,

"What reward do you want?"

You look up, rather rebelliously, but your dark blue eyes are on her.

She smiled.
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[Second Legion]
She is forgotten.

You too are forgotten.
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[Third Legion] Fulgrim
She is the Phoenix of the Phoenicians.

Perfect and elegant, the slender fingers are carefully embellished with purple armor, and the golden powder shines among them.

The smooth silver hair fell down like a waterfall, fluttering with her sword skills, making people dazzled.

The perfect body curve, without a trace of muscle outline, but full of strength, can easily and gracefully decapitate the enemy.

She is the intimate third sister, beautiful and charming.

"We're always on the road to perfection."

Purple-pink lips, opening and closing.
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——galgame line——

You are Fenus Manus. (no)

You are a son of the phoenix with an over-the-top appearance and moderate obsessive-compulsive disorder.

You stand on the training ground, looking at the training pile with some annoyance, for some reason, you will never be able to swing the most perfect final cut in that set of sword skills.

You slashed the opposite pile a few times with your sword as if venting your anger.

"Oh, my daring, that's not right."

The soft long hair hangs down from the top of your head, poking you a little itchy, and the hot, smooth and long breath caresses your neck.

The primarch's arm wraps itself around your waist, holding the sword in your hand.

She didn't wear armor, purple and pink beads, and a treasure chain made of gold thread, wrapped around her white arms in a lazy arc.

"This is not elegant, the sword will be sad."

She holds you with a slight force.

You held your breath, followed the rhythm of the Primarch, and swung that perfect sword.

"now it's right."

You looked up behind you and her purple eyes smiled at you.
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[Fourth Legion] Perturabo
She is the ruthless steel of Olympia.

He has short dark gray hair and a non-aesthetic iron tube protruding from his brain, receiving ever-changing information on the battlefield.

Fat body, the muscles are agitating vigorously.

Moody, yet sympathetic, self-pitying, she always accepts heavy burdens without saying a word, and goes to perdition while pressing her teeth.

The black eyes drowned out all the sights looking at her.

Under the steel-like appearance is a soft heart that is about to suffocate.
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——galgame line——

You are a steel warrior with a top-notch EQ and a Perturabo language tenth level professional.

Perturabo had locked herself in her workshop for three months since her last battle with the Emperor's Fists.

After the Eleven Smash, the other Iron Warriors didn't have the energy to visit their mother, just hoping that she wouldn't get angry.

You pinch your fingers and do the math, it's almost time for her anger to die down, and it's time for someone to come to her.

If she was later to find her, she would become angry again, why did she come to her so late.

You stand at the door of her studio and knock three times.

"My lord, are you all right?"

No answer.

You mentally count to three tera standard points, and repeat the action just now.

When you repeat to the 34th time, the door opens.

With her back to you, she is still working on the delicate machinery in her hand.

She wore only a corset on her upper body, and loose gray and black overalls on her lower body.

Her spine is evident.Layers of scars overlapped on her back, rising and falling with her breathing.

You sigh inwardly.

"Excuse me, my lord, please forgive me for crossing the line."

You go over and sit next to her workbench.

Perturabo was sculpting a small theatre, beautifully, with multi-tiered arches.

You don't speak, just watch her carving quietly.

She is very quiet now, with rare tenderness in her eyes.

"This is what I want to give to Guilliman."

When the last structure was carved, she said something in a muffled voice.

You didn't speak.

"Why can't people see us?"

You still didn't speak, and directly held the hand she was about to destroy the theater model.

She stopped.

You feel her hand trembling slightly.
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[Fifth Legion] Chagatai Khan

She is the war eagle that soars on Chogoris.

She has wild black hair and a Chogorian headdress adorning her wings.

Among the clumps of black hair, bright red and bright green, symbolizing purity and supremacy, white hair rings wrapped around her long hair strand by strand.

The strong and aesthetically pleasing streamlined body has distinct muscles but also has a sensuality.

A woolen robe wraps a free soul.

On the galloping chariot is her love of unruly indulgence.
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——galgame line——

You are a very wise, gentle white scar.

Although your legion has been ignored or even forgotten, you know that she did it on purpose.

She doesn't have too much ambition, and Chagatai understands the wisdom of the ancient East, being humble and moderate.

Extremism always begets disaster, and excessive pursuit of individuality can only bring ruin.

She deftly adjusted the direction of the Legion, and precisely let you chase freedom.

Greenskins, plains, drag racing, all the wars you've been through.

The war has subsided, and Chagatai plans to go racing on the plains today. You put on your helmet and ride a scout motorcycle.

Don't fight motorcycles, it will be lighter and faster without the restraint of weapons.

Chaghatai turned her head, she didn't wear a helmet, her eyes sparkled.

"go!"

Another beautiful day for White Scars.
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[Sixth Legion] Leman Russ
She is the wolf of the icefields of Fenris.

The long, disheveled blond hair looks very warm, with rough braided hair interspersed with it.

Drink and eat meat!
The Wolf King sat on her dirty wooden table, tearing off a piece of bloody flesh with his fangs.

The gravy and blood dripped down together, falling onto her unfathomable chest, and then slowly slid along the full curve.

Laugh, laugh, and scare those cowards!

The heroic laughter echoed in her chaotic big dining hall, and her heirs used their hands together to messily share the barbecue on the long wooden table.
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——galgame line——

You are the lion king. (no)

You are a space wolf who can fight very well, even beat Leman Russ. At the same time, you are also very good at drinking and eating.

And, you have brains.

"Crush quickly."

Ruth snorted, letting out a canine, menacing croon.

Without hesitation, you directly took the big comb in your hand and pulled at the dead knot of hair that looked like it had been clumps for more than 100 years.

"Ow!"

She hugged her head instantly, and a lock of hair floated directly from her head.

"Sorry, my lord, your hair really needs to be combed slowly."

The canine threatening snoring sounded again, but this time, Riemann was much more honest. She crossed her legs, put her hands on her feet, and swayed idly.

Obviously, with the Primarch's ability, it's not difficult to braid yourself, but she appoints you every time to torture two people at the same time.

You remember the last time you brushed her hair was three months ago, how she managed to look as messy as it had been 100 years ago.

In the end, Riemann held the mirror in satisfaction and looked around. Her long hair was up and down with her movements, like a wolf's tail.

"That's right, I'll see you again next time!"

One leap, and you're thrown down, your chest covered in fluffy, prickly hair.

Really warm.

you think.
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[Seventh Legion] Rogal Dorn
She is the king from her pocket kingdom.

Capable short white hair, unsmiling, always stern.

Golden ornaments surround her, but there is nothing extravagant, and the heavy glory is her crown.

The sensual body is thick, but full of stable strength.

In the icy blue eyes, there is a firm belief.

"For the Emperor."

She is loyalty, and she is honor.
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——galgame line——

You are Sigismund (not).

You are an extremely loyal, flexible, and tactful Imperial Fist.

Donne, who seems hard and unreasonable, actually has her own cute side.

She always falls asleep with the blanket her grandfather gave her, and her huge body automatically curls up on the bed, hugging her own blanket tightly.

When she was under too much pressure, she would whisper a few words from time to time in her sleep.

As her heir, you naturally want to help your mother.

You looked at the crumpled blanket she unconsciously rubbed and thought.

So, you sewed a little plush bear for her. Although it is indeed small for the size of the Primarch, it is already very big for the Space Marine.

A buff bear with red gold button eyes and so fur that you even went out of your way to make sure it was the same type of fur as her blanket.

You deliberately picked a time to report the results to send her off, and finally it was you, you took out your fluffy bear.

Don's stern face rarely raised his eyebrows.

"You shouldn't make such jokes on such a serious occasion."

Of course you were fined.

After that, though, you see the same, crumpled plush bear.
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[Eighth Legion] Kondrakoze
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She is the ghost of the night.

Pain, pain, pain, scream.

No, you can't go where there is light, it's too bright, too bright.

Death, carnage, fear, anger, screaming.

The long black hair covered her pale face, blood clots and fat were coagulated on the hair, and there were even floating cobwebs inside.

The sunken eye sockets, the black dull eyes are full of madness and persistence.

She was thin, and most of the other Primarchs' plump bodies were not suitable for her. She was dry, like a skeleton.

Destruction, darkness, prophecy, future.

This world is doomed to struggle and destroy, she will die, she will die!

All will die!
There is no hope, no redemption!
To be tortured in this long night!
——galgame line——

You are Sevtar. (no)

You are the first existence in the hive that is willing to help Curze. You are somewhat kind, and at the same time, you are physically strong enough to survive her madness.

You saw that strange little fellow in the bottom hive of the hive capital.

This human cub just crawled out of the nursery, she's all wet, she looks...weak?

You, who originally planned to cut the flesh to death, were suddenly a little touched, and you, struggling in the bottom nest, have rarely seen defenseless babies.

You thought about it, took off your greasy and dirty coat, wrapped it around her, and put down a little bit of rat meat.

"hug me."

The baby sputtered in fits and starts.

Of course you didn't hug her.

Then?

Then you left, and the only kindness and ability you had left was only enough to make it this far.

She was destined to die, but before she died, you didn't hold back and did some useless work.

But after that, Nest Bottom suddenly felt a lot safer. Every day, hundreds of scum hung on the wall of Nest Bottom, all of them were skinned and bloody.

You haven't been bothered by anyone lately, and, every now and then, you'll find a bunch of skinned rats in your sleeping quarters.

When the Emperor arrives, you learn that the baby is Kondrakoze.

She is going crazy again.

You sighed and stepped into the dungeon, cold, sticky blood dripping on the floor and staining your feet.

In the darkest corner of the room, where countless tattered corpses were piled up, there was something there.

You sighed again, walked over resignedly, and then sat on a corpse.

"you will die."

"You are guilty."

Ghosts whisper on your shoulder.

"You're going to die terribly, you're screaming, you're going to yell for mom and I'll inject you with a painful potion, and then you're going to be terrified."

You shrug. That's the 1 ways to die you've heard.

She licked your face,

"Why are you not afraid? The future is a dark chaos, no one can be redeemed, the wise are dull, the benevolent are crazy, why are you not afraid?"

You don't move.

"hug me."

she said, and then her tone became fierce,
"Hold me, hug me fucking, I saw you hug me, hug me fucking!"

You don't move, it's the only thing you can do.

You want to prove to her that prophecy doesn't have to be right.

"Damn it, hug me!"

She slams you into the air, your body slides in a curve, and hits the wall hard.

A ghost from the shadows appeared and lay directly in your arms that were powerless to collapse.

"now it's right."
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[Ninth Legion] Sanguinius
She is Baal's angel.

She is the most perfect angel of the empire.

Plump and smooth curves, white and smooth delicate skin, kind face, always looking at everyone with a smile.

With light golden soft curly hair, and sky blue eyes that are soft and kind like spring water, she is the holiness that came out of ancient oil paintings.

The pure white wings spread out on her back, soft and beautiful, gently brushing the air, leading her into the sky.

She's the Archangel, she's Sanguinius.
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——galgame line——

You are Horus. (no)

You are an ordinary person.

You are very ordinary, you don't even have to be a blood angel, your appearance is also very ordinary, and your martial arts are also very ordinary. The only thing that can be said is that you have some artistic talents, but not many.

You can analyze those particularly beautiful oil paintings and so on, but that’s all there is to it. Compared with other art masters, your analysis is completely different.

You are also wondering why the perfect angel chose you.

You wonder if she's playing tricks on you, but that's not her attitude.

As for you, of course you love her, but you do wonder.

The door of the room opened, and Sanguinius entered in a simple white robe, with green olive-leaf laurel crowns in her blond hair.

She folded her wings and held a bowl of grapes in her hand.

"Want something to eat?"

She reaches for a grape and eats it while poking you with the tip of her wing.

The soft feathers tickle you.

"Huh angel?"

"Well, what happened?"

She looked at you curiously, her eyes were gentle and kind,

"Why on earth did you fall in love with me?"

"I'm not perfect at all."

Sanguinius smiled, raising his eyebrows crookedly,

"True love has no prerequisites."

She loves everyone, and she loves you too.
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[Tenth Legion] Fenus Manus
She is the steel of Medusa.

Dull black short hair, serious expression, everything is the color of steel.

A stout body, strong muscles, and silver-black iron hands gleaming on her arms.

He often has a straight face, but sometimes he also laughs heartily, rational, serious, and responsible.

Compared with his luminous phoenix friend Fulgen, he doesn't like to decorate himself very much. Although he also has a logo that symbolizes glory, it is either black or gray.

Pursue rationality, but also accept reality.

This is Fenus Manus.
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——galgame line——

You are Fulgrim. (no)

You are a rational, responsible, serious, and soft-hearted steel hand.

Every day, you follow your Primarch to check various equipment and instruments in the Legion, sort out information, analyze and organize.

Every day of your life is precisely cut into small pieces by her.

When to do what, when to be efficient, she knows exactly, like a sophisticated electronic instrument.

But Fenus is human, and she has her own emotions.

She's sensible, sensible enough that she knows that emotions need to be vented, not hidden.

Fenus took time for herself every day, time for her to relax.

At the end of the day, she sits on her steel throne and looks at you in silence.

You walked over with ease and gave her a hug.

Fenus smiled, and she buried her head on your shoulder, breathing steadily.

It's just another normal day for you.
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[No.11 Legion]

She is forgotten.

You too are forgotten.
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[No.12 Legion] Angron
She is the Lord of Red Sand.

The strong muscles, vertical and horizontal scars, and bare arms are the memories of her pain and glory.

The Butcher's Nail was firmly stuck in the depths of her brain, and silver-gray bloody nerve chains protruded from the scalp, declaring her control over the Primarch with teeth and claws.

The originally gentle face was now full of anger and unconscious nerve twitching.

She is a broken god.

On her lower back, that black line of shame and failure, is her last self.

After that, there was no more Angron in the world.
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——galgame line——

You are Lorgar. (no)

You are Kahn. (nor)
You are her last comrade-in-arms in the duel arena on the Star of Nuuklia.

But that is a long time ago.

You still remember Angron at that time, before she was nailed, she was humble, gentle, always liked to hug others, and selflessly gave them encouragement and support.

She always liked to listen to the misfortunes of others and comfort their suffering souls.

She is gentle, she is kind, and she has listened to so much suffering.

But she was the unluckiest one.

She was nailed, you watched her struggle, you watched her plead, you watched her cry.

In the end, an angry roar filled the entire duel field, and her roar lasted for three days and three nights.

She's changed, but she's still struggling to nail her soul.

She is still the same as before, she likes to hug others, likes to comfort others, grieves for others, and rejoices for others.

But when she hugs you, you can hear, inside her head, the roar of nails.

She became irritable, and she began to have a nosebleed, indistinct bits of flesh dripping from her high nose.

But she was still so kind, so kind, and she wanted to get everyone out.

On the last day, she shared her flesh and blood with the hungry rebels, and vowed to die on the battlefield and return to the red sand together.

However, she escaped.

that traitor.

All were put to death except you, and you lay among the corpses, and the sword that struck your heart did not take your life.

A giant named Karn found you, he took you back, performed surgery, and you became a giant too.

And then you saw her, the slave imprisoned in honor and loyalty, the mad Angron on the throne.

She's mad, she can't control herself, she's yelling your names, swinging her tomahawk helplessly.

"Angron"

The lunatic turned his head and saw you.

She is back again.

She tried ferociously to control her expression, but she failed, twitching muscles, drooling, despair and ecstasy mixed together.

Angron looked at you and knelt down.

"sorry Sorry"

Angron's muscles were twitching uncomfortably, the roar of nails could be heard in the distance, and minced meat flowed from her nose.

You walked over and hugged her.

"Sorry, I thought you escaped."

Angron closed his eyes in pain,

"Kill.me.kill me."

You didn't kill her.

But after that, she was given an eternal prison.
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[No.13 Legion] Robert Guilliman

She is Macragge's pride.

With short golden hair and just the right smile of a politician, he is friendly but also has a distance.

What she couldn't see through her sky blue eyes was what she was thinking at the moment.

With perfect line ratio, she is the sculpture of ancient Rome.

She and her legion are symbols of imperial glory.

In her arms, under her wings, in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, human beings spend their lives freely and beautifully.
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——galgame line——

You are an idealist, but also a practical and capable Ultramarine. (By the way, Ultramarines seem to have this kind of virtue?)

Q: Where can you find Guilliman?
Answer: Her government affairs processing room.

You stand at her desk, sorting through the whirlwind of government affairs.

She was sitting on an office chair, her former politician-like smile and kind face had long since disappeared, and she stared expressionlessly at the various documents that were constantly being used.

The sun in Macragge was about to set, and the orange light slowly spilled from the windows.

Guilliman put down the last document in his hand, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Very well, the newly reformed government affairs system has come into effect recently, and today's documents are about 26% less than before."

True, you used to work late into the night.

Guilliman blinked, his sky blue eyes were filled with relaxation and comfort.

"It's still early, just go visit my mother."

Guilliman's mother, Lady Eudon, was a graceful and kind lady, and Guilliman inherited her kindness.

Now, you stand at the kitchen door and stand guard for the mother and daughter in the kitchen.

Whispers continued to come from the other side of the door.

Ms. Euton loved to bake, and naturally Guilliman learned the art of baking from her.

When Guilliman was young, Eudon would take Guilliman to knead together, watching the soft dough rise slowly.

"A new policy is like dough, you need to give it time to rise."

The smell of bread and wheat comes out, and the tip of your nose starts to itch.

Guilliman opened the door, holding a tray of chocolate and wheat biscuits.

She took a piece directly and put it to your mouth.

Her fingers brushed your lips vaguely,
"Help me see, how is it baked?"

As expected of Guilliman, she can always say words that are irresistible.

Beneath the rational exterior is a fiery soul.
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[No.14 Legion] Mortarion

She is Death from Barbarus.

Dull dry frizz, ashy white, dull, dry, frizzy.

He didn't pay attention to his personal image at all, with a pale complexion, sunken cheeks, skin on the corners of his mouth, and his lips were even dry and cracked due to long-term breathing of poisonous gas.

She is tall, but very thin, like a scarecrow standing in the distance in the farmland, only using a few branches to hold her in place.

She doesn't like decorations, and there are no decorations that waste resources on Babarus.

Always in plain clothes, sometimes even in undyed clothes.

She sat between her sisters, and those silks and golds were out of tune with her mourning dress.

Like herself, the farmer who strayed into the ball.

She is the reaper, and she does not care whether the scythe is wheat or life.
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——galgame line——

You are Horus. (no)

You are Karastephon. (nor)
You are Hades. (yes, yes!)

Mortarion silently poked the little figure in front of her.

This is an exquisite Death Guard minifigure, marked with a special mechanical arm, it is Hades.

Since Mortarion looked at Hades speechlessly and asked him why he always left the Death Guard to work in other legions, Hades smiled and gave her a small doll.

(Gum Guy's Persistence)

Um.
Mortarion looked at the little puppet resentfully.

Obviously her sisters all have their own objects of love, and they all communicated with each other, but why is she still alone.

Obviously Hades followed her from the very beginning, why is it still in this relationship now?

She touched her hair with some dissatisfaction, and curled a small lock of white hair with her fingers.

The hair dyed by the poisonous gas on Barbarus has long been dry and dull, not as smooth as her sisters at all.

She thought about how she was evaluated by others before.

She obviously occupied a world, but she will always be rated as the god of death.

And her sisters are queens, kings, or angels.

is it really her
Mortarion didn't want to think about it any further.

She thought again of the surprise in Fulgrim's eyes when he saw her for the first time, and Guilliman's veiled admonition to her to pay attention to her appearance.

She is also very clean, no mud marks, no blood, conditions permit, she now changes clothes every day.

She thought again of her sisters who were shining brightly just by looking at them.

Sanguinius, Fulgrim, Guilliman.
It seems that Hades is going to the Ultra Warriors this time?
Mortarion felt himself getting angry again.

When No.70 poked the villain in front of her seven times, the machine servant came to inform her that Hades had returned to the team.

"Let him come over."

Mortarion spoke in a voice like a sigh.

Hades stood before Mortarion, feeling his hairs stand on end again.

Where did he provoke her this time? !
Hades is guessing riddles every day.

He tried to look at each other, trying to calm Mortarion down, but Mortarion's gaze was too bloody, so he couldn't help it, and shifted his gaze to Mortarion's dull long hair.

He still remembered the first time he saw Mortarion and found out that she was a Primarch, he almost spat blood.

The Emperor above!Isn't this the fucking apparition of Slaanesh? !
Then he saw the primarch of all women.

And it's the kind that comes with a lover.

It's numb, people are numb.

Watching the interaction between the giant Primarch and the space fighters, Hades said that his eyes were a million points blind.

Slaanesh is Slaanesh, he put it.

But Hades was still struggling. He had to ensure that Mortarion would not be abducted by Karastyphon, otherwise it would be another big deal.

But the most urgent task now was to find out why Mortarion was angry, and then comfort her again.

Hades, who had never been in a relationship in the previous life, thought, so this is what they screamed, can you never see through your girlfriend's psychology?
But the good news is that Mortarion doesn't have a lover yet, otherwise he would have to watch love dogs every day, and then go blind.

But seeing Hades look at her hair, Mortarion felt even angrier.

Is it really because she is not good-looking, so Hades is really such a person, did she misunderstand him before?
Is she really... no better than Guilliman or something?
Mortarion felt inside of himself, and retreated into her corner again.

Seeing that Mortarion was uncertain, Hades rang the alarm.

Fuck, why are you angry this time? !
Hades began to think about what he did before, um. It's normal, no problem? !
He thought again. Wait, could it be that Mortarion hated Guilliman and was unhappy?

As silly as the idea was, it was Mortarion, so it made sense.

"That... I shouldn't have been away for so long this time."

"But things in the Limit Starfield are indeed urgent."

"I was originally summoned by Guilliman, but seeing that I had been away for too long, I refused and came back immediately."

Guilliman, that damned Guilliman!

Are her extreme cubs not enough for her to play with, and come to snatch her heirs? !

Seeing Mortarion getting angrier, Hades didn't know which mine he had stepped on.

"That. Mortarion, are you okay?"

She glanced at him, but Hades thought it was more of a roll of the eye.

"not good."

"what happened?"

Mortarion hesitated whether she should reveal herself.

But since Hades maxed out Mortarion's previous favorability, Mortarion at this time chose the hidden option "tactfully and cryptically" from the 777 options of "shut up and let him go". ask".

"What do you think of me?"

Hades answered without hesitation for a second.

Please, hesitate for a second, his dog's head will be cut off!
"You are my most trustworthy and entrusted comrade-in-arms, the leader who can give full trust, and I can accept your command forever."

Mortarion hesitated, she felt she calmed down, good answer, but nothing else.

"I mean the more personal aspects."

?

Sister, I gave my life to you, what is private or not? !
"Sorry. You mean?"

"Can you give me an example?"

Mortarion was stuck.

After a while, she slowly opened her mouth,
"Like...like the Sanguinius and her lovers kind of thing."

what? !

Hades groaned in his head.

I treat you like a brother, but you think...? !

It's over, the favorability is too high!

Why didn't he realize it before? !

* Callas was myself.

By the Emperor, beat up Slaanesh and let the Primarch turn back! ! !
Looking at Mortarion on the opposite side, Hades felt that he could only answer one option.

The emperor's socks! ! !
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[No.15 Legion] Magnus

She is the wise man of Perospero.

A strong and tall body, ruddy and plump skin, with a layer of excess flesh drawn out from the thin golden armor.

In the one eye of wisdom, there is a light of psionic energy.

Fiery red and fluffy long curly hair hung down from her face.

Huge gemstones are inlaid on her armor, and her bracelets shone with different brilliance with each use of psychic power.

But compared to the outside, Magnus's inside is the precipitation of wisdom.
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You are the Custodian Kitty. (no)

You are a thousand sons of great wisdom and humility.

Magnus sat on the table reading a book, one leg curled up.

She is always like this. When she sees the excitement, she can't sit upright in the chair.

Perospero's wind blew in through the library window, ruffling her long, curly red hair.

According to the book list she gave you, you hugged a stack of books and put them at her feet.

"Oh, come and see."

Magnus pulls you into her arms as she points to a line in the book, running her slender fingers across the dry pages.

Words dance with her passion.

The enthusiastic red-skinned giant wants to share in her joy of reading, but you're a little distracted.

There is a faint scent on her body, the fragrance of the pages of the book, the arm holding you is very sensual, soft, and very hot.

No, focus!

But Magnus the Red was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't realize your little distraction.

She couldn't help but read the words,

[Vanity is perhaps one of the most difficult things for noble people to understand.Others take vanity as self-evident, while noble people tend to deny its existence. ]
(—Excerpt from the Internet, Nietzsche's "On the Other Side of Good and Evil")
Vanity you are silent.

Because you know very well, Magnus' own stubbornness.

You wisely chose to keep your mouth shut.

After that, she who was studying above hugged you all afternoon.
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[No.16 Legion] Horus
She is the best and most favored existence among them.

Long black curly hair poured down, plump body, strong limbs.

Kind smile, friendly attitude, warm words.

She is noble, but she is also easy, she is glorious, but she is also friendly.

She is Horus of the Empire, their loyal Warmaster.
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——galgame line——

You are the Emperor. (no)

You are Sanguinius. (nor)
You are a loyal and capable Luna Wolf, a member of her small council.

Horus came back, and after getting rid of the cheering, congratulating, or mocking crowd, she found you, and the smile she had been hanging on disappeared, replaced by a tired and wry smile.

You blinked, but still said the congratulations you had prepared,

"Congratulations, the Emperor finally chose you."

Horus smiled wryly,
"I didn't expect you to do the same."

"No, I'm just doing business."

You quickly changed your tune.

She rubbed her head, trying to take off the olive crown on her head, but she still didn't.

"I know, father can only choose me."

"But can I really take care of all this?"

you speak,
"Trust the Emperor, he trusts you, you are his best choice."

She smiled and took off her girdle, some red marks appeared on her sensual skin.

Then she came up and hugged you,

"Then what are you going to do?"

"My lord Warmaster, I offer my allegiance to you."

After this, however, you regret it.

You look at her as she raises the banner of rebellion against Terra.
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[No.17 Legion] Lorgar

She is the saint of Colchis.

Shunliang's long white hair slowly fell down to the ground.

Golden prayers glisten on her skin.

Her eyes are holy gold, pure, holy, and fanatical.

She converted to her faith and knelt devoutly before her god.

White and gold symbolize her purity, and she will always wear only these two-color robes.

"Praise the Emperor."

The saint faithfully believed in her faith.
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——galgame line——

You are the Emperor. (no)

You are a mortal priest who was very close to Lorgar before. During the Perfect City incident, you did not choose to leave and survived, even though it caused you to lose your eyesight.

"Father, what did we do wrong?"

You feel the soft hair hanging on your face, and she holds your arms tightly, trembling.

She seems to be kneeling in front of you.

You don't know, you can't see.

"This is... this is what we must accept."

"God sent down punishment and questioned our piety."

"no no."

You feel Lorgar trembling even more.

"We are his children why does he punish his children?"

You are silent.

In Lorgar's eyes, she is a saint, not a believer waiting to be questioned.

Punishment falls only on believers who need to be tested.

She doesn't need to be punished, she doesn't need to be tested, she is faithful.

"God, why did you abandon us first?"

She holds you tight and you feel fluid dripping down.

she cried.
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[No.18 Legion] Vulkan
She is the best blacksmith on Nocturne.

Fiery white curly hair, pitch-black skin, strong muscles, distinct roots.

She loves to raise her hammer and hammer steel in the flames.

Steel that survives the flames will be the best steel.

Numerous scars were carved on her body like dragon scales, and the fire reflected them, shining brightly.

kindness.

She is the most merciful existence.

She disliked war, but the Emperor convinced her that she needed to do the necessary evils for the sake of future peace.

When the last war is over, she will go home to forge iron.

She doesn't like those golden crowns.

She was a blacksmith, and she always was.
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——galgame line——

You are Fenus. (no)

You are the person Vulcan introduced to her by her Nocturne star father, and at the same time you are the second best blacksmith in your place.

In the forging room, raging flames were burning, and the heavy hammer slammed into the steel.

She was naked to the waist, and hit with a hammer!
You are at another forge, minding your work.

"Look!"

She called you to show you the epee she had made.

The huge orange-red opal is inlaid in it, shining beautifully under the light of the flame.

"This is my gift to Horus."

She always does, and likes to gift homemade weapons to her sisters.

"Pretty perfect."

you commented.

She smiled embarrassedly,
"Thank you."

She pats you as usual.

But she is shirtless.
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[No.19 Legion] Corakos

She is the people's choice.

The long jet-black hair was pouring like ink, and under the black shadow was a pale face.

Beneath the slender and terrifying appearance is a kind and equal heart.

For the people, for the empire.

She will be the raven that announces mourning at the grave of the enemy.
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——galgame line——

You are Robert Guilliman. (no)

You were her best friend on Redemption, very sensible, and ended up being the Raven Guard.

She came back and sat there thoughtfully.

"what happened?"

You ask her, is the meeting with her sister not going well?
"No"

Corax shook his head.

Robert Guilliman is very friendly, a seasoned politician who knows how to deal with things, but also gave her sincerity.

Although those Macragge decorations are too fancy and exaggerated.

But it wasn't these things that bothered her.

She learned a new word from her sister - "those mortals".

Strange and arrogant title, do they all look at the people like this?
Then in the eyes of those "so-called mortals", what kind of existence is she?
"I want to know what you think of me."

"my existence."

she added.

You blinked, what's wrong?
"You are Corax, the one who leads us to overthrow oppression, our elected leader."

"You mean, I was chosen from among you?"

You feel a little ridiculous, isn't this the reality, what happened to Coracos today?
"Yes, you came out of us."

Wait, you seem to have realized something, so you speak up quickly to make up for it.

"Of course, you are the one I love."

Corax was taken aback by the sudden confession,
"that's not what it means."

She shook her head and smiled, but still gave you a kiss.
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[No.20 Legion]

Forgive me, I can't write Afa Gemini.
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[Hidden Figures] Emperor
He has thousands of faces.

He can be an old man, or He can be a child.

He could be male or female.

He is human.

He loves mankind.
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——galgame line——

There is no such line unless you are Slaanesh.

　What kind of online writing, writing this kind of brainless love writing, is no better than writing novels!

　　This world needs more sweetness!

　　Happy reading~(￣▽￣～)~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)