Looking at the three swaggering bastards before him, the Emperor instantly realized he'd been played. He didn't even bother wiping away his nosebleed before deciding to teach the lot of his unruly sons a proper lesson.
Then the Emperor received the same treatment as Guilliman.
The Imperial Knight transformed in an instant. Seven mechanical arms reached out from the cockpit, securing themselves at five points: beneath the Emperor's armpits, against the soles of his feet, and over his lower abdomen. Two of the arms retracted after searching in vain. Once the suction cups had locked into place, the mechanical arms extended electromagnetic massage heads.
"Nani? Ah~"
In that moment, bolts of electricity danced through the air. Accompanied by high-frequency vibrations, they had the Emperor squawking in an instant. He rolled around the cockpit like a drowning fish, his eyes already starting to roll back.
"Heh heh heh, Yellow Weasel! You dared spend my Adamantium and steal my Blackstone Fortress. These 36,000-RPM electromagnetic massage heads will give you a pleasure unlike anything you've ever experienced!
"How's that? Are you flying high with pleasure yet? Don't worry, this is only the first setting. There are even stronger, high-frequency modes coming up. Guilliman, gag him!"
Was morality really such an inconvenient thing?
After his enlightening encounter with Kairos Fateweaver, Guilliman had found the path to a flexible moral boundary. He took out the little toy he'd prepared earlier and stuffed it into the Emperor's mouth. It was even his favorite Macragge blue!
"Mm~ I'll rip you apart! I'll— Ah!"
There was no point reasoning with someone this shameless. Hogg took out the remote and turned it straight to the third setting. At this level of stimulation, forget a hulking golden giant like the Emperor—even an ordinary Slaaneshi Daemon wouldn't be able to take