Chapter 65: Slaanesh's Thoughts
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"
On the other side, Shalishi, who was spying on everything with the Howling Lens, was also extremely angry at the blind and cunning chief.
"I said, shut up!!!"
"Get out of here, you paralyzed gauze! Your ass must be stuck on that damn throne and you can't get down anymore!"
Shalishi listened to Khorne's roar without fear and retorted. He and Khorne would have "small" frictions on the border of the domain every day and every second, representing that the war between the demon armies of different factions far exceeded the volume in the real universe. He was not afraid of Khorne's threat, it was just a matter of fighting a war.
Feeling that Khorne was silent, Shalishi then cast his eyes on his Howling Lens.
I hate others to interrupt my interest the most in my life.
Silently using his own power, he sent down an oracle to the followers of Slaanesh in countless worlds: Destroy the Genestealers, and I will bless you by using them for sacrifice.
After feeling the ecstasy and intention of his followers to act, Sha Lishi nodded with satisfaction and continued to observe the interaction between Lin Fan and Diliya.
"I didn't expect that this little mechanical priest would be so emotional. He is totally unlike those gear heads that would only bang hard when facing STC templates and unknown technologies."
An interesting idea suddenly came to Sha Lishi, "I can't corrupt you! Can't I corrupt the people around you? Using someone else's body is also using it! Let me taste the excitement of those who know my essence."
For a moment, the power of the entire desire field was mobilized, and a subspace rift leading directly to the Flame opened up. A small part of Sha Lishi's power passed through and descended on Diliya's dormitory, which had already fallen into hibernation.
A purple-pink figure exuding a lewd aura appeared out of thin air in front of Diliya's bed. The structure of the entire dormitory was visibly changed by the appearance of Slaanesh's projection.
The undecorated white single bed twisted and stretched, turning into a huge soft bed covered with precious red velvet. The railings were inlaid with gorgeous and shining gems, and the hazy gauze like clouds drooped down from the dome at the top, gently covering Diliya's body.
The electronic skull set in the dormitory turned into a golden wine glass that continuously flowed with blood and wine.
The subspace detector on the ship did not make the necessary alarm under the shielding of the power of the deity.
"Oh! Look at this little mechanical guy, innocent and defenseless!" Sha Lishi was ecstatic, and gently sank his projection into Diliya's body. Once the overlap was completed, this simple girl would not be far from corruption.
A circle of golden light emerged from Diliya's body, and Sha Lishi's projection was ejected. "It's you again, damn corpse king! Why don't you ever let me feel comfortable! Damn you!" Sha Lishi stared angrily at the sacred golden light on Diliya's body. Although it was just a circle of faint residual power, it was not something that Sha Lishi's reduced power projection could easily pass through.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm his anxious heart, Sha Lishi showed a lewd smile: "Although direct possession is no longer useful, you can't stop me from sinking into her dream to affect her activities."
Dreams are very interesting things. Various magical scenes and strange plots will appear in them. Dreams will be feared and recognized by people, and then reflected in their real behavior.
People often say that you dream at night when you think about something during the day. Sha Lishi decided to use the dream that humans can never escape from to lead this lovely child to depravity step by step. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is very effective.
I don't know how many times I have used this simple and difficult to guard method to lead many guys who have had erotic dreams to the road of happiness.
With his hand gently hanging above Diliya's head, Sha Lishi entered Diliya's dream.
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General Westad is still processing various reports and documents submitted by various departments of the legion. Although the Casare Legion has been seriously reduced in personnel, this does not mean that General Westad's work has become much easier. The deaths of a large number of non-commissioned officers and commanders have also almost cut the ability to process information in half.
And the newly promoted soldiers have not yet fully adapted to their positions. General Westad still has to do his best to check the omissions and minor errors in various documents, correct them and make decisions.
"Zizizi~" The eyes of the clerk's skull suspended in the air flashed green light, and the words were written on a roll of parchment hanging below from the teeth.
General Westad silently waited for the writing of the clerk's skull to be finished, cut the parchment with the laser engraver in his hand, and carefully observed the contents on it.
++Delia, the technical priest of the 37th Regiment of the Casare Legion, eliminated a Genestealer patriarch in the A134 area of the middle deck of the Flame. ++
"Puff!" A big mouthful of Reka coffee sprayed out and sprinkled on the hanger next to him where the general's cloak was hanging.
"The 37th Regiment again." General Westad covered his face with his hands speechlessly. This new regiment recruited from the Camaclan world really brought him endless surprises. First, the kid Soap killed two Black Legion soldiers, and then he and the Space Wolves soldiers in the Flame closed the subspace rift together.
That would be fine, the Empire always has all kinds of heroes, the most outrageous thing is that Soap is fine in the face of the warp pollution of the rift, and is recognized by the adults of the Space Wolves.
To be honest, this is too rare in General Westad's military career. Those mortals who face the warp rifts either go crazy or fall, and those Astra Militarum soldiers who fight side by side with the Emperor's Angel of Death rarely have a good end.
He has never seen a few examples of Astra Militarum and Astartes brothers who can come back alive after going out on missions. But now there is a new legend - an ordinary tech priest, Delia, killed a damn, difficult and extremely cunning Genestealer patriarch.
Westad still remembers that 50 years ago he was an ordinary soldier, cleaning the sewers in the hive city of the Lanco Hive World. According to the records left by the Inquisitor who investigated the planet, the planet showed signs of Genestealer infection.
So after a hasty combat training in the hive, I was sent to the bottom to clean up those gene stealers. To be honest, the beginning of this mission was still very easy and pleasant, except for the fact that the heretics who were killed were a little too creepy.
Finally, behind a bloody altar that looked like a sacrifice, Westad's cleaning team encountered the damn patriarch of the gene stealer group. The extremely fast movement made it difficult for the stormtroopers in the team to catch their figures. The powerful and extremely sharp claws tore open the metal body of the accompanying mechanical priest, and the oil and parts were scattered all over the ground.
Finally, the desperate Westad was saved by the Astartes monks who came to support. Those warriors who were worshipped as gods still couldn't make a quick decision in the face of such a ferocious beast. After seriously injuring a Space Marine, the beast quickly fled. The Space Marines chased with thunderous steps, leaving only Westad and his comrades who had become corpses.
"But such a vicious and terrible beast was killed by a trainee priest, a young priest who had just joined the army?"
General Westad covered his face, thinking that everything he had seen under the nest was a lie.
But changing his mind, it is always good to have a few ruthless people in his army. Maybe when the storm is over, the soldiers of the 37th Regiment can become the spearhead of the battle. General Westad silently picked up the pen and began to write an application report for rewards and merits to be submitted to the Military Affairs Department.
"What a good talent."
Westad's sigh was mixed with the rustling sound of writing, and his working figure looked more energetic and happy under the bright light.