Remember, the Aeldari's muscles can crush steel.
Once Isha realized she had nowhere to escape, and that she was not escaping to safety but rather walking into the lion's den, she resigned herself to her fate.
To this end, Mordred consumed five liters of blood plasma, allowing Isha to drink her fill, thus thoroughly corrupting the Aeldari's goddess of life from the inside out.
Symbolically, this act is similar to the vampire's embrace, a connection that is purer than a blood pact.
If Mordred were to ascend to godhood again, Isha would become his subordinate goddess, their fates intertwined. But if Isha were to die, Mordred would certainly be unaffected.
However, this wasn't a scam. Mordred was also taking a risk, after all, Slaanesh, the strongest lesser god, was always thinking about kidnapping her nominally good sister.
As for what will happen after they're kidnapped? The outcome certainly won't be pleasant.
Even when Mordred just returned to the Empire and was showing signs of rebellion, he thought that if the Empire were to completely collapse, his first choice would be to take all his possessions and run off with the Khorne. Then, they would each call the other "father" and "dad," each treating the other as their own, which would be a way to preserve the human race.
As for the next-tier choices, Tzeentch is crazy but passable, Nurgle a bit disgusting but acceptable, but Slaanesh Mordred are the ones I would never dare to choose.
Firstly, Slaanesh was too useless. Even a traitor needs to choose a good backer. Wolves know to choose the strongest wolf as their leader. Compared to the three elders of the evil pack, Slaanesh was indeed somewhat lacking in terms of seniority.
But most importantly, it's a bit creepy. Fighting the Khorne is fun, eating with Nurgle is fun, and at least Tzeentch is lively.
Slaanesh, do you think you went there to have some fun? You went there and got played by the other side!
As for the price of drinking the Fel Energy blood, Mordred didn't lie; Isha immediately became much plumper, evolving from a bean sprout into a string bean.
You must understand that the Aeldari are not as wonderful as you imagine. They are not the Great Thunder Elves that the old pervert thinks they are. Those are just things that exist in fantasy, they are all fake.
In fact, when the Aeldari first settled in Atlas, these Pointy-ears indulged themselves for a while after realizing they were no longer suffering from Sorceress's persecution. The humans were not without strong men and women who formed relationships beyond friendship amidst their camaraderie.
Mordred would certainly not separate a star-crossed couple in such a situation, and as a result, there were many non-combat casualties during that period.
The real Aeldari have extremely low body fat. They are indeed well-endowed, but it's all muscle, harder than the pectoral muscles of Space Marine. They look incredibly slender, but the muscles are all fibrous. They are even more powerful than the protein queen in biology textbooks. They are pure biological weapons.
Moreover, the Aeldari has a very long reproductive cycle, measured in months, and possesses great muscle strength and is extremely sensitive.
So far, no other pair of star-crossed lovers have successfully paired up. The only one who did so came from the Human Federation era and was named Marcus.
However, this guy's fantasies were too broad. He had Xenos girlfriends by the company level, and even Necron. This was also the earliest record of Necron by mankind. However, in the end, this legendary Marcus was exiled by the Federation for the crime of "sorrowful wind".
As the saying goes, bottom lines are broken step by step. After becoming one of their own, Isha suddenly realized that this place wasn't so bad. Not only could she move around freely, but Ji Yalan's attitude also underwent a complete 180-degree turn.
Atlas even provided her with a detached villa on the bridge, next to Rambo's doghouse, where she could play with the dog and play games online whenever she wanted. The only downside was that she had to do chores.
The job was relatively simple and perfectly suited to her profession: using her divine power to massage Guilliman, who was pregnant, with essential oils for an hour each in the morning, noon, and evening to ensure the health of the fetus, Mortarion.
Guilliman certainly wouldn't let go of such an opportunity to slack off openly. He seemed resistant, but in reality, he was Delia from ear to ear, showing his true Ambition.
But this leisurely time soon came to an end. With the handover between Luojia and the Ultramarines completed, the Ultramar 500...
The world is now back on track, and the process of resurrecting Mortarion must be accelerated.
"Second Brother, is there any need to be in such a hurry? I think we can wait a bit. We can't let Mortarion be born with a disadvantage!"
Before Mordred could even speak, Luojia blurted out, "Guilliman, are you even conscious? You can't have a baby. Look at the state you've become these days!"
All you do is eat and sleep, you don't handle any official business or work, and you even have a life-giving goddess to massage and care for you. We do all the work, do you really think you're just taking care of your pregnancy? Get up!
"Exactly, you really think you're pregnant! Since you want to be, I'll give you a C-section as soon as we get to Holy Terra, without even anesthesia."
"I can handle it!" Guilliman retorted defiantly.
"You've got guts, you'll regret it!"
Perhaps due to hormonal imbalance, Mordred and Luojia actually saw a kind of maternal glow in Guilliman. Coupled with his appearance and demeanor, it was so irritating that they almost choked on their food.
Fortunately, Guilliman didn't cause trouble for long. The moment he returned to Terra, Mordred kicked him into the underground research facility.
Once strapped to the Operating Table and feeling the eerie atmosphere unique to the laboratory, Guilliman instantly regretted it. "Hey— Second Brother, I was just joking. I may not have done anything outstanding, but I've certainly put in the effort. Why don't you give me some anesthesia?"
"Heh, are you kidding me right now? Luojia, hold him down, and Isha, hand me the chainsaw."
Two figures jumped out from behind Mordred, who was wearing a white coat. Luojia and Isha, who were dressed as nurses. Luojia stepped forward and stopped Guilliman, while Isha came over carrying a chainsaw that was bigger than her.
Elsa said she wouldn't use anesthesia and that was it. The chainsaw in Isha's hand roared, while Mordred, in a rather classical manner, took out a piece of disinfectant cotton soaked in alcohol and wiped Guilliman's belly back and forth, even blowing on it in a rather unethical way.
Anyone who has ever had an injection knows that the moment when a sterile swab is wiping your buttocks is the most terrifying moment.
"Guilliman, do you know where you are?"
"I refuse to answer. Can you just give me a straight answer?"
As if she hadn't heard Guilliman's voice, Mordred scribbled on Guilliman's body while muttering to herself, "This is where we were born. These placental chambers are our cradle, our beginning."
"No, what are you talking about?"
"What I mean is that there must be a beginning and an end. Only here can Mortarion be reborn, bound to the Holy Terra, and bound to us humans. So, for Mortarion to be reborn, we must simulate the entire process of his birth."
But the sheep placenta chamber of Mortarion is gone, so you'll have to be the furnace. It's not that I can't give you anesthesia, brother, it's just that I can't.
But don't worry, although my Second Brother is a wolf in sheep's clothing and started out as a veterinarian, I will try my best to minimize your pain and guarantee that it won't hurt at all.
Hey, what's that noise? Yellow Skins! You bastard, you're really perverted, doing a pole dance in drag over there.
"Where?" Guilliman instinctively turned his head, and Mordred instantly raised the third claw hidden behind him, gleaming with the power to Decomposition Field.
"A great opportunity!"
"Pfft--
Ahhhhh!
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