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

Chapter 746 190. The th Sex Indulgence

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【He is still holding on. 】

Vulkan the Benevolent Fool sighed and said that the green dragon was huge. Vulkan was originally the largest among all the Primarchs. After accepting the blessing from his loving father, his body swelled up like a giant tree in a swamp.

The corners of his eyes were clogged with sticky, turbid tears, the fire between his eyes had long been extinguished, the tears that Vulkan had shed all year round had finally extinguished the flames in his eyes.

Beside Vulkan, his equally bloated offspring followed him, like amphibians living beside a swamp dragon.

I feel him.

Angron grinned, the Lord of Wild Whispers' smile was so wanton that the corners of his mouth seemed to be torn.

But even so, in the black eyes, the light flickering between Angron's pupils was gentle and warm, with purple stars twinkling between them. Anyone who looked into his eyes would immediately fall into that gentle sea of ​​stars.

Only those who have been toyed with by Angron will know that the gentleness in his eyes is a lie.

[…I really like this taste.]

Angron, the Lord of Lust, said softly, his upper body naked, he took steps towards where Dorn was hiding. As the Primarch walked, the various copper and silver ornaments pierced on his body jingled.
These sparkling little things are not just for decoration. The Primarch can use them to expand the scope of his emotional control. At the same time, these small beads hanging on the flesh and blood and the ornaments of other warriors in the legion are worn by father and son at any time when the Primarch wants. These ornaments will fall into the same state - this is the ultimate expression of empathy that Angron pursues.

Vulkan looked at Angron with melancholy, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered,

【You cannot mistreat him, Angron.】

【I know.】

The proud prince of Slaanesh drew out the last syllable, and Angron felt a little bored. In his "sight", Vulkan always had a boring, single and unchanging taste, which was the taste of excessive pity.

Angron did not dare to underestimate Vulkan. The immortal dragon had completed his true rebirth in the Garden of Nurgle. It was a terrifying thing to go against Vulkan.

This means that you will never be able to kill him, and he will be like a swamp, dragging you into the abyss of suffocation when you are exhausted from struggling.

In comparison, Rogal Dorn's emotions interested Angron much more. Although it looked like a piece of stubborn stone, from the cracks climbing on it, Angron saw an opportunity to corrupt Dorn.

[He would be the kind of person who is mentally abstinent but physically disciplines himself.]

Angron said this carelessly, fiddling with his two scimitars, the little gadgets on his person clanking wherever he went.

[He has been predestined by the Blood Lord - I just said this unintentionally, not really wanting to destroy the balance between the gods.]

Vulkan followed slowly, leaving slime on the ground with every step he took.

【Nature, nature, this is nature. 】

Angron threw up his scimitar and played with it. Vulkan was taking it too seriously. The Primarch tried to release some psychic energy to make Vulkan more frivolous, but the strong stench around Vulkan prevented him from doing so.

[But doesn't the Blood Lord already have Corax? ]

Angron looked up. There he was, Dorn—and he smiled.

[This is a matter between gods.]

The sticky, bubbling words echoed behind him, and Angron gracefully pushed open the door. Looking past the corpses scattered on the ground, he saw the bright yellow figure leaning against the wall.

[Long time no see, the guy who can't talk. 】

The seriously injured Dorn did not respond to Angron, he just raised the chainsword in his hand. Angron opened his arms as if he wanted to hug Dorn, the scimitars in his hands were held by silver chains and hung in the air at Angron's forearms.

[Join us, I think you will become more interesting from now on - it will be good for you and your descendants. ]

[Get lost.] Dorn’s eyes did not blink as he saw Angron, who was shirtless, with long spiral horns like goat horns circling out from his forehead. Hazy spiritual energy was oscillating between the horns like a sea of ​​signals.

Angron, his individual combat power is enough to rank in the top five among the Primarchs, but if you add his terrifying mental control ability, the Lord of Madness will be the most difficult one to deal with.

【Then let's play for a bit, tough guy. 】

Angron smiled. His smile was so harmless that if you ignore his black eyes and goat horns, Angron's expression would just be that of a gentle teacher.

As Dorn stared, Angron held out his hand and made a hushing gesture to his lips.

This is the beginning of the mind domination attack.

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*Secret File Decryption*
*Number 12*
*In the Lord of Mankind's plan, the position of No. 12 is undoubtedly the most special one. No. 12 will not become an outstanding king or an outstanding leader; compared with its other brothers, its bottom line is more indifferent, but on the other hand, it is a symbol of being more accepting of others. *
*Number 12 has assumed a very special mission since its initial design. It has special psychic talents and emotional perception. During the design process, the Lord of Mankind emphasized this ability of Number 12, which resulted in the fact that the rest of Number 12's talents were not outstanding. *
*Sacrificing other talents, in exchange for No. 12's extraordinary abilities in [empathy] and [emotional comfort], which is exactly what the Lord of Mankind wants - No. 12's mission will be to comfort its other unstable counterparts and act as a grinding agent for the relationship between the various Primarchs. *
*Therefore, the direction of the Twelfth's learning on Terra was also quite different from that of the other Primarchs. In order to guide the Twelfth's talents as much as possible, the Emperor focused on teaching the Twelfth how to use his empathy and emotional perception. *
*The direction set by the Lord of Mankind for No. 12 is to precisely manipulate and appease the emotions of high-value individuals.*
*After the Primarch was scattered across the universe, the Twelve fell onto a planet called Nuceria and was captured by the Eldar upon landing.*
*The teachings on Terra allowed Twelve to successfully escape the Eldar and escape into the mountains of Nuceria carrying the body of an Eldar.*
*But No. 12 did not choose the same path as No. 7 Rogal Dorn - avoiding the crowd. No. 12's potential had long been stimulated by the Emperor. It instinctively longed for and was curious about the various emotions of the crowd. It hoped to use its abilities to serve everyone. *
*Six months after the Twelve fell into Nuceria, a young man named Angron walked into the main city of Nuceria.*
*Nuceria has a bloodthirsty culture. People here love to watch all kinds of cruel gladiatorial fights and enjoy them. People cheer just for the blood spurting out of slaves. *
*Even though Angron had completely forgotten his experiences on Terra, the memories had not been erased. Amid the ecstasy of slaughter and blood in the city, Angron found the largest noble family in the area.*
*Twelve had never really used his talents for ordinary people before this.*
*No one knows what the boy did at the time.*
*When everyone found them, the Primarch, with a youthful smile on his face, was standing in the slaughter yard of the nobles. Around him, there were countless bodies collapsed on the ground, with faces full of happiness and eyes rolled back;
The young man stood barefoot in a pool of blood, and at his feet was the eldest son of the noble who died after losing the duel. But even though he was dead, his expression was as if he was dreaming. *
*Number 12 only did the job that was expected of it, making the crowd happy, and the crowd's happiness fed back to the still ignorant boy. People cried and begged him to continue, crawled at his feet, and kissed his feet in the blood.

This tells Twelve that what he did was right.*
*Then the Son of God came. *
* He calmed the crying babies, and they fell asleep with a smile before the tears fell from their eyes. He relieved the pain of the old men, and they ascended to heaven in bliss. Angron was generous and magnanimous, and he never refused people's requests, even if they wanted his blood to drink, Angron would gladly agree. *
*He simply does what is expected of him, and makes the true people happy. This is Angron.*
*But the crowd gradually became dissatisfied - the blissful happiness of the past was diluted by the waves of time, and they stood beside Angron with sad faces, lamenting all day long. *
*At this point, Angron mastered his secondary power, synaesthesia.*
*In the arena, at the same moment when the slave fell, all the spectators would scream shrilly, not out of their mercy, but because the feeling of the dagger piercing the throat was so clear——

The ways of dying have thus become as numerous as the stars in the sky. When real death comes, people can't even tell whether it is a gift from the Son of God or the real sickle of the god of death.
* But it didn't matter. All those who had the official right to reside in Nuceria were happy. Angron met people's needs as much as possible. He didn't want to see quarrels or sad faces. People lived in harmony under his management without fighting or competing. *
*When the greatest lord of Nuceria died smiling on his soft and comfortable bed, Angron, who was lying beside him, naturally became the new leader of Nuceria. However, Angron did not manage the affairs. He left the management and many other complicated and boring matters to his servants, and then rewarded them with bliss. *
*According to the instructions in his genes, Angron built Nuceria into a star of bliss. The "official residents" recognized by Nuceria lived and worked in peace and contentment, leaving their doors open at night, with smiles on everyone's faces, and the crime rate was reduced to a minimum. *
*At the bottom of Nuceria, the slaves were living a life worse than death. Angron did not regard them as real humans. During his education on Terra, Angron had seen the servitors with his own eyes, but the Lord of Mankind did not regard them as real humans. Therefore, in the heart of the Primarch, these people were no different from servitors. *
*The empire has a clear class system. Within the Terra Palace, there are hundreds of millions of humans who are almost slaves all day long.

The concept of "resistance" may have been taught only to No. 14 during the short trip to Terra by the Lord of Mankind. *
*The Primarch spent his days with his

*The blood and pain of the slaves will become the best backdrop to contrast with the joy of the crowd. *
Angron gained a high reputation among the official residents of Nuceria, to the extent that he almost became the real master of the people, not just a lord, and the people voluntarily submitted to him out of desire.
*When the Lord of Mankind descended upon Nuceria, he was welcomed by the people of Nuceria with great fanfare. Angron, dressed in silk and wrapped in silk, handed over many of the stcs on Nuceria to the Emperor and announced Nuceria's submission.*
*The Lord of Mankind did not notice Angron's abnormality. Perhaps Angron concealed it well, or perhaps it was just a minor problem that was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Lord of Mankind. *
*It should be noted that, amidst the adulation and pampering of the people of Nuceria, No. 12 developed a certain arrogance, and he was deeply delighted with his special talent.

But because the Primarch was already accustomed to concealing his true emotions, no one noticed this - until No. 12's laughter echoed in the palace. *
*He wishes to make everyone happy, and everyone will take him to heaven. *
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It’s hard for me to describe that feeling.

Rogal Dorn said calmly,
[The mental pain caused by Angron completely exceeds the physical pain. Being shot by a bullet does not hurt this much. ]

Dorn said, looking up at Angron, who stood transfixed across from him.

After a brief period of chaos, Neos decided to find a suitable place to listen to the echo of another destiny, so they returned to a more comfortable room on Terra.

Not all the Primarchs were here, except for Mortarion who was still unconscious. Only Guilliman, Angron and Dorn were in the small secret room of the Lord of Mankind.

Vulkan was mercifully removed, and the Emperor chose Fenus to comfort the distraught dragon.

Roboute Guilliman was chosen by the Emperor to hear the entire thing.

Angron volunteered to come here as an emergency wake-up drug after Guilliman fell into a coma.

But it was stuffed with a big one.

Hades glanced at Angron slowly and carefully. He thought that Angron's current mood was not right, very wrong.

But because Angron's mood was too strange, Hades was not sure whether to speak to comfort him, and the atmosphere fell into a mysterious silence.

Hades looked at the Emperor again, but the Emperor's expression remained calm, as if he could accept all of this.

Hades silently withdrew his gaze, looked at Angron again, and decided to do something good.

"Angron,"

Hades suddenly spoke,
"Do you need to rest for a while?"

He glanced at Mortarion, who was lying peacefully on the ground. Thirty seconds later, Mortarion had his own sleeping mat.

Guilliman felt like passing out again, but he was still awake, and would not be allowed to pass out.

(End of this chapter)