Chapter 74 [Extra 3] Slaanesh Universe
In this universe, Slaanesh is Long Aotian. He said that he wants sexual transformation, astringency, and sweet love.
Thus, the nature of the original body in this universe changed.
Let us say, thank you Slaanesh.
Warning ↓
Sex change, twisted plot, all stereotypes, second person galgame full of love story, slight edges.
It's all stereotypes and doesn't restore the original work.
Since it is classified into light novels, I have to write about the otaku flavor of light novels!
[First Legion] Leon El'Jonson
She is a lioness from the forest of Caliban.
She has a tall and strong body, a plump body, a strong and streamlined waist, and a sense of explosiveness and power that favors her at the same time.
Straight blond hair that reaches past her shoulders, and under the hood are uncertain, mysterious green eyes.
Leon rarely spoke, but every time her words pierced people's hearts.
She is the eldest sister who always has a straight face, cruel and cold. In her world, there is only surrender and conquest.
"The First Legion has no secrets."
She said, loyalty being her unchanging background.
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——galgame line——
You are the wolf king. (No)
You are Caliban's Knight, her most trusted Dark Angel subordinate, her right-hand man.
During a routine reporting mission, her cold green eyes looked down at you from above.
The cold dark green throne, the carefully carved patterns, the logo symbolizing loyalty and glory, she lies in her forest.
You are used to it. Zhuangson is such a person. She doesn't care about her heirs. 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 no longer good at communicating with 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 did a good job on this mission."
The praise was overwhelming,
simple and clean beheading, efficient pacification, stupid enemy, her knight is her sharpest sword,
"What reward do you want?"
You looked up, Quite rebellious, but you looked at her with your dark blue eyes.
She smiled.
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[Second Legion]
She was forgotten.
You are forgotten too.
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[Third Legion] Fulgrim
is the Phoenix of the Phoenicians.
Perfect, elegant, the slender fingers are carefully decorated with purple nails, and golden powder shines among them.
The soft silver hair fell down like a waterfall, swaying with her sword skills, making people dazzled.
With perfect body curves, no muscle outline is visible, but full of power, it can easily and elegantly chop off the enemy's head.
She is the intimate third sister, beautiful and charming.
"We are always on the road to pursuing perfection."
The purple-pink lips opened and closed.
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- galgame line -
You are Feinus Manus. (No)
You are a son of the Phoenix with stunning looks and moderate obsessive-compulsive disorder.
You stood on the training ground, looking at the training pile with some annoyance. For some reason, you could never perform the most perfect final blow in that set of swordsmanship.
As if to vent your anger, you slashed at the opposite pile with your sword several times.
"Oh, my dear heir, this is not right."
The long, silky hair hangs down from the top of your head, tingling you a little, and his warm, steady and long breath caresses your neck.
The Primarch's arms wrap around your waist, holding the sword in your hand.
She had no armor, purple and pink beads, and a treasure chain made of gold threads, wrapped around her white arms, hanging down in a lazy arc.
"This is not elegant, the sword will be sad."
She held you with a slight strength.
You hold your breath, follow the rhythm of the original body, and swing the perfect sword.
"That's right."
You looked up behind you, and her purple eyes looked at you with a smile.
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[Fourth Legion] Perturabo
She is the ruthless steel of Olympia.
He has short dark gray hair and an unattractive iron pipe of information extending from his head, receiving ever-changing information on the battlefield.
The fatter body has muscles pulsing vigorously.
Moody, yet compassionate and self-pitying, she always accepted the burden without saying a word and perished while holding on with gritted teeth.
His black eyes drowned out all those looking at her.
Underneath the steel-like solid exterior is a soft heart that is about to suffocate.
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——galgame line——
You are an Iron Warrior with explosive emotional intelligence and a level 10 professional in Peturabo.
Perturabo had shut herself away in her workshop for three months since her last battle with the Emperor's Fists.
After experiencing eleven killings, the other Iron Warriors no longer had the energy to visit their mother, just hoping that she would stop being angry.
You calculated with your fingers, it was almost time for her anger to subside and she hoped someone would come to her.
If he went to find her a little later, she would be angry again about why he came to her so late.
You stand at the door of her studio and knock three times.
"My lord, are you okay?"
There was no answer.
You count three Terra standard points in your mind and repeat the action just now.
When you repeat it for the 34th time, the door opens.
Her back is to you, still working on the delicate machine in her hand.
She wore only a corset on the upper body and loose gray and black overalls on the lower body.
Her spine is pronounced. The scars lay layer upon layer on her back, rising and falling with her breathing.
You sighed inwardly.
"Excuse me, my lord, please forgive me for crossing the line."
You walked over and sat beside her workbench.
Perturabo was sculpting a small theater, a delicate, multi-layered arched structure of beauty.
You didn't speak, just watched her carving quietly.
She is very quiet now, with a rare tenderness in her eyes.
"This is what I want to give to Guilliman."
She muttered when the last structure was carved.
You said nothing.
"Why can't people see us?"
You still didn't say anything and directly held the hand she was about to destroy the theater model.
She stopped.
You feel her hands tremble slightly.
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[Fifth Legion] Chagatai Khan
She is the war eagle soaring on Chogoris.
She has wild black hair, and her wings are decorated with the unique headdress of the Chogorians.
Among the clumps of black hair, bright red, bright green, and white hair rings symbolizing purity and supremacy were entangled in her long hair one by one.
The muscular and streamlined body is strong and beautiful, but it also has a sense of sensuality.
A robe similar to wool wraps the free soul.
On the speeding chariot is her unbridled passion for love.
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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 these are all intentional actions by her.
She does not have too many ambitions. Chagatai understands the wisdom of the ancient East, being conservative and moderate.
Extremes always lead to disaster, and excessive pursuit of individuality will only bring destruction.
She skillfully adjusts the direction of the legions and accurately allows you to pursue freedom.
Greenskins, plains, racing, the war you experience is always like this.
The war has subsided. Chagatai plans to go racing on the plains today. You put on your helmet and ride on the reconnaissance motorcycle.
Don't use a combat motorcycle, it will be lighter and faster without the restraints of weapons.
Jaghatai turned her head. She was not wearing a helmet, her eyes were shining.
"Let's go!"
It's another beautiful day for Baiscar.
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[Sixth Legion] Leman Russ
She is a wild wolf on the Fenris ice plains.
The long, messy golden hair looks very warm, with rough braided hair interspersed in it.
Drink wine and eat meat!
The Wolf King sat on her dirty wooden table, tearing off a piece of bloody flesh with his fangs.
Meat juice and blood dripped down together, falling onto her unfathomable breasts, and then slowly traced along the full curves.
Laugh, laugh, and scare those cowards again!
The heroic laughter echoed in her noisy large dining hall. Her heirs used their hands to eat messily from 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 is very good at fighting, even beating Leman Russ. At the same time, you are also very good at drinking and eating.
And, you have a brain.
"Hurry up,"
Ruth grunted, letting out a menacing canine growl.
Without hesitation, you took the big comb in your hand and pulled at the dead knot of hair that looked like it had been lumped together for more than a hundred years.
"Ouch!"
She hugged her head instantly, and a lock of hair fell directly from her head.
"Sorry, my lord, your hair really needs to be combed slowly."
The threatening canine purr sounded again, but this time, Riemann was much more honest. She crossed her legs, propped up her feet with her hands, and swayed idly. With.
Obviously, with the original body's ability, it is not difficult to give yourself a braided braid, but she appoints you every time to torture two people at the same time.
You remember that the last time you combed her hair was three months ago. How come she was as messy as a hundred years ago.
Finally, Riemann took a look at the mirror with satisfaction. Her long hair curled up and down with her movements, like a wolf's tail.
"Yes, I'll see you next time!"
With a leap, you were knocked down, and your chest was filled with furry and prickly hair.
Very warm indeed.
You think.
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[Seventh Legion] Rogal Dorn
is the king from her pocket kingdom.
He has short white hair, a serious smile, and always has a straight face.
Golden carvings surround her, but they are not extravagant. The heavy glory is her crown.
The voluptuous body is thick, but full of stable power.
There was firm belief in his ice blue eyes.
"For the Emperor."
She means loyalty, she means glory.
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-- galgame line --
you are Sigismund (not).
You are an extremely loyal, flexible, and tactful Imperial Fist.
Dorne, who seems tough and inhumane, actually has her own lovely side.
She always fell asleep holding the blanket her grandfather gave her. Her huge body automatically curled up on the bed, hugging her own little blanket tightly.
When she was stressed out, she would whisper in her sleep from time to time.
As her heir, you naturally want to help your mother.
You thought as you looked at the rumpled blanket that she unconsciously kneaded.
So, you sewed a small stuffed bear and gave it to her. Although it was indeed small for the size of the original body, it was already very big for a Space Marine.
A light yellow bear with red-gold button eyes and fur, you even made sure that the fur was the same type as her blanket.
You deliberately picked a time period to send her to report the results of the battle, and finally it was your turn, so you took out your furry bear.
Dorn's stern face raised a rare eyebrow.
"You shouldn't make such a joke in such a serious situation."
Of course you were punished.
However, after that, you saw the stuffed bear that was also crumpled.
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[Eighth Legion] Kondra Curze
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She is the ghost of the night.
Pain, pain, pain, screaming.
No, you can't go to a place with light, it's too bright, too bright.
Death, carnage, fear, rage, screaming.
Her long, dark hair covered her pale face. Blood clots and fat were condensed on her hair, and there were even stray cobwebs in it.
The sunken eye sockets, black and dull eyes are full of madness and persistence.
She was thin, missing the plump bodies of most other primarchs. She was as dry as a skeleton.
Destruction, darkness, prophecy, the future.
This world is doomed to struggle and destroy, she will die, she will die!
Everyone will die!
No hope, no salvation!
Tortured in this long night!
——galgame line——
You are Sevatar. (No)
You are the first person in the hive who is willing to help Curze. You are kind-hearted and physically strong enough to survive her madness.
You saw that strange little guy in the bottom hive of the hive city.
This human cub has just climbed out of the nursery cabin. She is wet all over. She looks... very weak?
You originally planned to cut off human flesh, but suddenly you were touched. As you struggled in the bottom nest, you rarely saw the unsuspecting babies.
You thought for a while, took off your greasy and dirty coat, wrapped it in her, and put down a little bit of mouse meat.
"Hold me."
The baby spat out words intermittently.
Of course you didn't hug her.
Then?
Then you left, and your remaining kindness and ability were only enough to make it this far.
She was destined to die, but before she died, you couldn't help it and did some useless work.
But then, the bottom nest suddenly became much safer. Every day, hundreds of scum hung on the walls of the bottom nest. They were all skinned and bloody.
No one has caused trouble to you recently, and every now and then, you will find a bunch of skinned rats in the place where you sleep.
When the Emperor arrives, you learn that the baby is Kondra Curze.
She's going crazy again.
You sighed and stepped into the dungeon, cold and sticky blood flowing 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 sat down on a corpse.
"You will die."
"You are guilty."
The ghost whispers into your shoulder.
"You will die miserably, screaming before you die. You will call mother, and I will inject you with painful decoction, and then you will be scared to the point of excitement." You shrugged, this is what you
heard The 108th way to die.
She licked your face,
"Why aren't you afraid? The future is dark chaos, and no one can be saved. The wise are stupid, and the benevolent are crazy. Why aren't you afraid?" You don't move
.
"Hold me,"
she said, and then her tone became fierce,
"Hold me, hug me the fuck, I saw you hug me, hug me the fuck!"
You didn't move. This was the only thing you could do. Things have arrived.
You want to prove to her that prophecies are not necessarily correct.
"Fuck me, hug me!"
She whipped you away, your body slipped out of a curve, and then hit the wall hard.
The ghost in the shadow appears and lies directly in your arms that are unable to collapse.
"That's right."
[
Ninth Legion] Sanguinius
She is the angel of Baal.
She is the most perfect angel in the empire.
Plump and smooth curves, white, smooth and delicate skin, and a kind face, always looking at everyone's eyes with a smile.
With soft, light golden curly hair and sky-blue eyes as soft and kind as spring water, she is the saint that stepped out of ancient oil paintings.
The white wings spread out on her back, soft and beautiful, gently blowing through the air and taking her into the sky.
She is the Archangel, she is Sanguinius.
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- galgame line -
you are Horus. (Not)
You are an ordinary person.
You are very ordinary, you may not even be a Blood Angel, you are also very average in appearance, and your martial arts skills are also very average. The only thing that can be said is that you have some artistic talent, but not much.
You can analyze those particularly beautiful oil paintings, but that's the limit. Your analysis is completely different from that of other art masters.
You also wonder why the perfect angel chose you.
You wonder if she's teasing you, but that's not her attitude.
As for you, of course you love her, but you are really confused.
The door to the room opened, and Sanguinius walked in wearing a simple white robe, with a green olive leaf laurel crown on her blond hair.
She folded her wings and held a bowl of grapes.
"Want something to eat?"
She reached for a grape and ate it, poking you with the tip of her wing.
The soft feathers tickle you.
"Hmm, angel?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
She looked at you curiously, with gentleness and kindness in her eyes,
"Why on earth did you fall in love with me?"
"I'm not perfect at all."
Sanguinius smiled . She raised her eyebrows crookedly and said,
"True love has no conditions."
She loves everyone, and she loves you too.
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[Legion 10] Faenus Manus
She is the steel of Medusa.
Dull black short hair, serious expression, everything is the color of steel.
A thick body, strong muscles, and silver-black iron hands gleaming on her arms.
He often has a straight face, but sometimes he laughs heartily, being rational, serious and responsible.
Compared with his best friend Fulgen, who is a luminous phoenix, he doesn't like to decorate himself very much. Although there is a logo symbolizing glory, it is either black or gray.
Pursue reason, but also accept reality.
This is Phaenus Manus.
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——galgame line——
You are Fulgrim. (no)
You are rational, responsible, serious, and have a soft personality with a hand of steel.
Every day, you follow your original body 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.
She knows exactly when to do what and when to be most efficient, like a sophisticated electronic instrument.
But Faenus is human, and she has her own emotions.
She is very sensible, so sensible that she knows that her emotions need to be vented, not concealed.
Faenus gave herself time for herself every day, time to relax.
The day's work is almost over. She sits on her steel throne and looks at you silently.
You walked over calmly and gave her a hug.
Faenus smiled, breathing evenly as she buried her head on your shoulder.
It's just another ordinary day for you.
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[Eleventh Legion]
She was forgotten.
You are forgotten too.
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[Twelfth Legion] Angron
is the Lord of Red Sand.
The strong muscles, vertical and horizontal scars, and naked arms are the memories of her pain and glory.
The Butcher's Nail was stuck deep in her brain, and the silver-gray and bloody nerve chains protruded from her scalp, proclaiming her control over the original body.
The originally gentle face was now filled with anger and unconscious nerve twitching.
She is a broken goddess.
On her lower back, the black line symbolizing shame and failure was her last self.
Since then, there has been no Angron in the world.
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——galgame line——
You are Luojia. (No)
You are Kahn. (Nor)
You are her last comrade in the duel field on the star of Nuklea.
But that was a long time ago.
You still remember Angron at that time. Before she was nailed, she was humble and gentle. She always liked to hug others and selflessly gave them encouragement and support.
She always liked to listen to the misfortunes of others and soothe their suffering souls.
She is gentle, she is kind, and she listens to too much suffering.
But she is the most unfortunate one.
She was nailed, you watched her struggle, you watched her plead, you watched her cry.
Finally, an angry roar filled the entire duel field, and her roar lasted for three days and three nights.
She has changed, but she is still struggling to nail her soul.
She is still the same as before, she likes to hug others, comfort others, grieve for others, and rejoice for others.
But when she hugs you, you can hear the roar of nails coming from inside her head.
She became a little irritable, and her nose began to bleed, with fuzzy bits of flesh flowing out of her towering 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, swore to die in battle, and returned to the red sand together.
However, she escaped.
That traitor.
Everyone was executed except you. You lay among the corpses. The sword that stabbed your heart did not take away your life.
A giant named Kahn found you, he took you back, performed surgery, and you became a giant.
Then you saw her, the slave imprisoned in glory and loyalty, the mad Angron pressed on the throne.
She is going crazy, she cannot control herself, she is shouting your names and waving her battle ax helplessly.
"Angron"
The madman turned his head and saw you.
She's back again.
She ferociously tried to control her expression, but she failed. Her muscles twitched, saliva flowed down, despair and ecstasy mixed together.
Angron looked at you and knelt down.
"Sorry, sorry."
Angron's muscles twitched uncomfortably, the roar of nails could be heard in the distance, and minced meat flowed out of her nose.
You walked over and hugged her.
"I'm 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 imprisoned for eternity.
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[Legion 13] Robert Guilliman
She was the pride of Macragge.
With short golden hair and a politician's right smile, he is friendly but also distant.
What could not be discerned in her sky-blue eyes was what she was thinking at the moment.
With perfect line proportions, she is a sculpture from ancient Rome.
She and her legion are symbols of the empire's glory.
In her arms, under her wings, in the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, humans live their lives freely and happily.
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——galgame line——
You are an idealist and at the same time a pragmatic and capable extreme warrior. (It seems that all Ultramarines have this virtue?)
Question: Where can you find Guilliman?
Answer: Her government affairs processing room.
You stand at her desk, sorting through the various government matters that are coming at you at a rapid pace.
She was sitting on the office chair, her former politician-like smile and amiable face long gone, expressionlessly staring at the various documents she was constantly using.
The sun was setting in Macragge, and orange-red light slowly spread out from the windows.
Guilliman put down the last document in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Very good, the newly reformed government affairs system has taken effect recently, and today there are about 26% fewer documents than before."
Indeed, in the past, you would work until late at night.
Guilliman blinked, his sky-blue eyes filled with relaxation and comfort.
"It's still early, just in time to visit my mother."
Guilliman's mother, Lady Euton, was an elegant and kind lady, and Guilliman also inherited her kindness.
Now, you stand at the door of the kitchen, standing guard for the mother and daughter in the kitchen.
Whispers kept coming from the other side of the door.
Lady Euton loved to bake, and naturally, Guilliman learned the art of baking from her.
When Guilliman was still young, Eudon would take Guilliman to make dough together, watching the soft dough ferment slowly.
"A new policy is like dough, you need to give it time to ferment." The
wheat aroma of bread comes out, and the tip of your nose starts to itch.
Guilliman opened the door, holding a plate of chocolate and wheat biscuits.
She took a piece directly and handed it to your mouth.
Her fingers traced your lips vaguely,
"Let me see, how is the roast?"
As expected of Guilliman, she can always say words that are irresistible.
Beneath the rational exterior is a fiery soul.
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[Fourteenth Legion] Mortarion
She is the god of death from Barbarus.
Dull, dry and unruly hair, dull white, matte, dry, and fried.
He didn't pay any attention to his personal appearance. He had a pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and peeling corners of his mouth. His lips were even dry and cracked due to long-term breathing of poisonous gas.
She is very tall but very thin, like a scarecrow standing in the distance in a farmland, with only a few tree branches in place.
She doesn't like decorations, and there is no such thing as decoration on Barbarus, which is a waste of resources.
Always dressed in plain clothes, sometimes even undyed clothes.
She sat between her sisters, and those satin and gold threads were incompatible with her mourning clothes.
Just like herself, the farmer who accidentally entered the dance.
She is a reaper, and she doesn't care whether what she brings under the sickle is wheat or life.
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- galgame line -
you are Horus. (No)
You are Calastyphon. (Nor)
You are Hades. (Yes, yes!)
Mortarion silently poked the little man in front of her.
This is an exquisite Death Guard minifigure with a special mechanical arm marking it as Hades.
After Mortarion looked at Hades speechlessly and asked why he always left the Death Guard to work for other legions, Hades smiled and gave her a small doll.
(Jiao Lao's persistence)
Hmm.
Mortarion looked at the little doll with resentment.
Obviously her sisters all have their own crushes, and they all share their feelings, but why is she still alone?
Hades obviously followed her from the very beginning, why is it still the same relationship now?
She touched her hair with some dissatisfaction, and curled a small lock of white hair with her fingers.
The hair soaked by the poisonous gas on Barbarus has long been dry and dull, and it is not at all as supple as her sisters.
She thought about how she had been judged by others before.
Although she has occupied the same world, she will always be evaluated as the God of Death.
And her sisters are queens, kings, or angels.
Could it be that she really
didn't want Mortarion to think about it anymore.
She recalled the surprise in Fulgrim's eyes when he first saw her, and Guilliman's veiled advice to her to pay attention to her personal image.
She is also very clean, with no mud marks or blood stains. Conditions permitting, she now changes clothes every day.
She thought again of her sisters, who looked like they were sparkling.
Sanguinius, Fulgrim, Guilliman.
It seems that Hades went to the Ultramarines this time?
Mortarion felt himself growing angry again.
When she poked the little man in front of her for the seventy-seventh time, the servitor came over to inform her that Hades had returned to the team.
"Let him come here."
Mortarion spoke in a sighing voice.
Hades stood in front of Mortarion, feeling his hair stand on end again.
What happened to her this time? !
Hades is guessing riddles every day.
He tried to look at each other, trying to calm down Mortarion, but Mortarion's gaze was too bloody, so he couldn't help it, and shifted his gaze to look at Mortarion's dull long hair.
He still remembered that when he saw Mortarion for the first time and found out that she was a female primarch, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Your Majesty! Isn't this a fucking manifestation of Slaanesh? !
Then he saw the all-female Primarch.
And it’s the kind that brings its own lover.
It's numb, people are numb.
Watching the interaction between the giant primarch and the Space Marines, Hades said that his eyes were a billion points blind.
Slaanesh, just Slaanesh, he took care of it.
But Hades is still struggling. He has to ensure that Mortarion is not abducted by Karastifon, otherwise there will be another big mistake.
But the immediate priority was to find out why Mortarion was angry and to comfort her again.
Hades, who had never been in love in his previous life, thought that this was what they were saying, can you never see through your girlfriend's mind?
But the good news is that Mortarion doesn't have a lover yet, otherwise he would have to look at the love dog every day and become blind.
But seeing Hades looking at her hair, Mortarion felt even more angry.
Is it really because she is not good-looking? Is Hades really such a person? Did she misjudge him before?
Is she really no better than Guilliman?
Mortarion felt that deep inside himself, he shrank back into her corner.
Seeing Mortarion's uncertainty, Hades' alarm bell sounded.
Damn it, why are you so angry this time? !
Hades began to think about what he had done before, um. It’s normal, no problem? !
He thought again. Wait, could it be that Mortarion hates Guilliman, so he is unhappy?
Although this idea is ridiculous, this is Mortarion, so it makes sense.
"Well, I shouldn't have left for so long this time."
"But things are really urgent in the Extreme Star Territory."
"I was originally summoned by Guilliman, but I think I left for too long. He refused and came back immediately. "
Guilliman, that damn Guilliman!"
Are her extreme babies not enough for her to play with, and why are they coming to snatch her heirs? !
Seeing Mortarion getting even more angry, Hades didn't know which mine he had stepped on.
"Um, Mortarion, are you okay?"
She glanced at him, but Hades thought it was more like a white eye.
"Not good."
"What's wrong?"
Mortarion hesitated, should she reveal herself.
But since Hades had maxed out Mortarion's previous favorability, Mortarion at this time chose the hidden option "Euphemistically and implicitly" from the 777 "Shut up and let him go" options. ask".
"What do you think of me?"
Hades answered immediately, without hesitation for a second.
Please, if you hesitate for a second, his head will be chopped off!
"You are my most trustworthy and entrusted comrade, a leader who can give all my trust, and I can accept your command forever." Mortarion hesitated, and she felt that she had
calmed down. It was a good answer, but There is no other aspect.
"I mean the more personal aspect."
?
Sister, I have given my life to you, what else is there that is not personal? !
"Sorry. What do you mean?"
"Can you give me an example?"
Mortarion was stuck.
After a while, she slowly said,
"For example...like the aspect of Sanguinius and her lover."
Huh? !
There was a bang in Hades's head.
I treat you as a brother, but you want to...? !
It’s over, the favorability level has gone too far!
Why didn't he realize it before? !
*Callas turned out to be myself.
Your Majesty, please give Slaanesh a good beating and turn the Primarch back! ! !
Looking at Mortarion opposite, Hades felt that he could only answer one option.
The emperor's socks! ! !
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[Fifteenth Legion] Magnus
She is the wise man of Perospero.
A strong and tall body, with rosy and plump skin, and a layer of extra flesh in the thin golden armor.
The single eye of wisdom shone with the light of spiritual energy.
Her fiery red and fluffy long curly hair hung down from her face.
Huge gems were inlaid on her armor, and her bracelets shone with different brilliance with each use of her psychic powers.
But compared to his appearance, Magnus's heart is filled with wisdom.
.You
are the Custodes kitty. (No)
You are a very wise and humble Thousand Son.
Magnus sat at the table reading, one leg curled up.
She was always like this, unable to sit upright in her chair when she saw something exciting.
Perospero's wind blew in from the library window and rolled up her long, curly red hair.
You followed the book list she gave you, picked up a stack of books, and placed them at her feet.
"Oh, come and see."
Magnus pulled you into her arm, and she pointed to a line in the book, running her long fingers across the dry pages.
The words dance with her passion.
The enthusiastic red-skinned giant wants to share her joy of reading, but you can't concentrate.
She has a faint scent of book pages, and the arm holding you feels sensual, soft, and warm.
No, focus!
But the red-haired Magnus was too immersed in his reading to notice your little distraction.
She couldn't help but read this passage,
"Vanity is perhaps one of the most difficult things for noble people to understand." Others regard vanity as self-evident, while noble people tend to deny its existence. ]
(——Excerpted from the Internet, Nietzsche's "On the Other Side of Good and Evil")
Vanity, you are silent.
Because you are well aware of Magnus' own stubbornness.
You wisely chose to keep your mouth shut.
After that, she hugged you all afternoon while she was studying.
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[Sixteenth Legion] Horus
is the best and most favored among them.
Long black curly hair, plump body, and strong limbs.
A kind smile, a friendly attitude, and heart-warming words.
She is noble, but she is also easy-going, she is glorious, but she is also friendly.
She is the Imperial Horus, their loyal Warmaster.
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- galgame line -
you are the emperor. (Not)
You are Sanguinius. (Nor)
You are a loyal and capable Luna Wolf, a member of her small council.
Horus is back. After getting rid of the cheers, congratulations, or taunts, she found you. The smile she had been wearing disappeared, replaced by a tired and bitter smile.
You blinked, but still said the congratulations you had prepared,
"Congratulations, the Emperor finally chose you."
Horus smiled bitterly,
"I didn't expect you to be like this."
"No, I'm just doing it as a matter of routine."
You. He quickly changed his tone.
She rubbed her head and wanted to take off the olive crown on her head, but she still didn't do it.
"I know, father can only choose me."
"But can I really take on all this?"
You asked,
"Believe in the emperor, he believes in you, you are his best choice."
She smiled, After taking off her armor, some red marks appeared on her voluptuous skin.
Then she stepped forward and hugged you,
"Then what should you do?"
"My Lord Warmaster, I am willing to dedicate my loyalty to you."
However, after that, you regretted it.
You look at her and she raises the flag of rebellion against Terra.
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[Seventeenth Legion] Luojia
is the saint of Colchis.
Shunliang's long white hair slowly hung down to the ground.
Golden prayers shimmered on her skin.
Her eyes were holy gold, pure, sacred, 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 colors.
"Praise the God Emperor."
The saint believed in her faith persistently.
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you are the emperor. (No)
You are a mortal priest who had a good relationship with Luojia before. During the Perfect City incident, you did not choose to leave and survived, even if it caused you to become blind.
"Father, what did we do wrong?"
You felt the soft hair hanging on your face, and she held 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 punishment to question our piety."
"No, no."
You felt Luo Jia tremble even more.
"We are His children. Why does He punish His children?"
You were silent.
In Luojia's eyes, she was a saint, not a believer waiting to be questioned.
Punishment will only come to believers who need testing.
She doesn't need to be punished, she doesn't need to be tested, she is loyal.
"God, why did you betray us first?"
She hugged you tightly, and you felt liquid flowing down.
she cried.
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[Eighteenth Legion] Vulkan
She is the best blacksmith on Nocturne.
White curly hair like fire, skin as black as carbon, strong muscles, and clear roots.
She likes to lift her hammer and strike steel in the flames.
The steel that survives the flames will be the best steel.
Countless scars were carved on her body like dragon scales, and the fire reflected them, making them shine.
kindness.
She is the most benevolent being.
She disliked war, but the Emperor convinced her that she needed to do necessary evils for the sake of future peace.
When the last war was over, she went home to forge.
She didn't like those gold crowns.
She is a blacksmith, she always has been.
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——galgame line——
You are Feinus. (No)
You are the person introduced to her by Vulkan and her father Nocturne. At the same time, you are the second best blacksmith in your place.
In the forging room, blazing flames were burning, and heavy hammers struck the steel violently.
She was naked and struck with a hammer!
You are on another forging platform, concentrating on your work.
"Look!"
she called you, showing you the heavy sword she had prepared.
A huge orange-red cat's eye stone is embedded in it, shining beautifully under the light of the flames.
"This is my gift to Horus."
She was always like this, and loved giving homemade weapons to her sisters.
"Pretty perfect,"
you commented.
She smiled sheepishly and said,
"Thank you."
She patted you as usual.
But she wasn't wearing a top.
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[Legion 19] Korakos
She is the people's choice.
The long jet-black hair is like ink splashing, and under the black shadow is a pale face.
Beneath the tall and thin appearance is a kind and equal heart.
For the people, for the empire.
She will be the crow who mourns at the graves of her enemies.
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You are Robert Guilliman. (No)
You were her good friend on Redemption, very sane, and ended up becoming a Raven Guard.
She came back and sat there thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?"
you asked her. Could it be that the meeting with her sisters didn't go well?
"No"
Korakos shook his head.
Robert Guilliman was a friendly, experienced politician who knew his way around things, but he also gave her his heart.
Although those Macragge decorations are too fancy and exaggerated.
But that wasn't what troubled her.
She learned a new word from her sisters - "those mortals".
A strange and arrogant title, is this how they all view the people?
So what kind of existence is she in the eyes of those "so-called mortals"?
"I want to know what you think of me."
"My existence,"
she added.
You blinked, what happened?
"You are Korakos, the person who led us to overthrow oppression, the leader we elected." "
You mean, I was elected from among you?"
You feel a bit ridiculous. Isn't this reality? What happened to Lacos today?
"Yes, you came from among us."
Wait, you seem to have realized something, and you quickly speak to make up for it.
"Of course, you are the one I love."
Korakos was startled by the sudden confession,
"That's not what I meant."
She shook her head and smiled, but still gave you a kiss.
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[Twentieth Legion]
Forgive me, I can’t write Afa Twins.
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[Hidden Figure] The Emperor
has thousands of faces.
He can be an old man, or he can be a child.
He can be male or female.
He is humanity.
He loves mankind.
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- galgame line -
There is no such line, unless you are Slaanesh.
What kind of Internet articles should I write? Writing this kind of mindless romance article is no better than writing a novel!
This world needs more Sese!
Happy reading~(￣▽￣~)~
(End of this chapter)