Lox's mind was filled with confusion over what exactly the Emperor had done in Commorragh. Even when he reached the throne room, the stray thoughts in his head had yet to settle.
That was Commorragh!
Even the most lecherous and debauched people in the human worlds could be called pure, harmless little flowers after arriving in Commorragh. Those perverted Aeldari were born with sensitivities thousands of times greater than humanity's.
Not to mention that after tens of thousands of years spent pursuing pleasure, their thresholds had continually risen. Ordinary stimulation was as bland as water to the Aeldari.
Didn't that mean the Emperor must have gotten very wild in Commorragh? Perhaps even...
"Ahem!"
Lox coughed reflexively. It was rather immoral to speculate so maliciously about the Lord of Humanity—especially when Neoth was right nearby.
Diocletian, the Custodian Shield-Captain beside him, instinctively sensed an indescribable malice. He glared at Lox and warned him not to entertain dangerous thoughts.
If not for his unusual relationship with the Emperor, the Custodian's guardian spear would already have come down.
Lox ignored the foul-faced Custodian. These extreme father-worshippers had an utterly explosive protective instinct toward the Emperor.
What would happen if they learned that their creator, their father, had supposedly sold his ass in Commorragh?
Those golden cornheads would probably set the galaxy ablaze as well, sending the entire Ten Thousand to destroy Commorragh.
Ever since learning of the Emperor's past, Lox still held the Lord of Humanity in the highest respect, but that instinctive sense of awe had faded considerably.
In his eyes, the Emperor was not only the Lord of Humanity, but also that unreliable classmate of his named Neoth.
In this era, Neoth was the only person Lox could truly call an old friend.
Only when he was alone did that feeling