Trial (2)

"So what do we do now?"

"We've only spotted the location of A Sliver of Life for our race, but what exactly to do is still uncertain. Let's wait and see."

"Old prophet, is this the solution you offered?"

"Then you go and kill that one?"

"I?"

"Otherwise what?"

"Um... let's wait."

He's a Haemonculus; who can he possibly kill?

Is it the Xarathi?

Stop joking, okay?

As for the remaining two?

Are you kidding me? Only followers of the Blood God would do something like that, right?

"Perhaps we can make some preparations."

"Preparations? What kind of preparations?" Urien asked.

Wedding preparations.

"Um?"

The Aeldari dare not have children easily, after all, the Dark Prince's power is ridiculously strong.

"Perhaps we need to prepare a wedding venue for those two, even if we don't need it, it would still be a way to express our feelings."

"Old prophet, have you been scared out of your wits?"

"Then let me ask you, why were we both able to leave alive just now?"

"Because those two beings are exceptionally compassionate?"

"Because of the words 'Prince of Pleasure'."

Upon hearing Eldrad's answer, Urien felt as if his brain had turned to mush.

"Are you really getting senile?"

"Don't forget what this Dark Prince's true divine duty is."

Urien, who was about to continue refuting, suddenly fell silent. Yes, this was the original divine duty of the Dark Prince.

He remembers it perfectly clearly.

The Aeldari Goddess of Love and Beauty.

"Old prophet, are you sure this isn't a gamble?"

"To paraphrase Neoth, you're halfway to winning if you sit down at the table."

Hiss...

Win half the prize by sitting down at the table?

Yes!

That's right!

Getting on the table definitely gives you a half-win chance!

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

"Alright, let's go prepare."

At the same moment they finalized their plan, Slaanesh's mind began broadcasting the victory announcement.

It seems these two old bean sprouts aren't senile.

"Xarathi, keep an eye on your men and treat my snacks better."

"Yes, Master."

After saying this, Slaanesh left the table temporarily, but came out again shortly afterward.

What are you up to?

Now, Slaanesh's clothes are no longer predominantly purple and pink.

Instead, it is predominantly white and blue, and even looks somewhat like a wedding dress.

If it weren't for the fact that Han Mingxuan had read extensively in his past life, he really wouldn't have recognized this style.

"I just want Mr. Han to see what I will look like after I have integrated all the Positive Authority."

Oh, I see.

"It's fine. Actually, whether the appearance changes or not is not important; what matters is the core."

Really!

What Mr. Han values is indeed my inner self, my soul!

Saigon Hi Iron Duck!

As for Xarathi?

Because of her deep bond with Slaanesh, she had already sensed the terrifying emotional fluctuations of her master.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to experience such intense emotional fluctuations.

At least six fanatical Planets would need to be sacrificed simultaneously.

What about now?

It's just a matter of a word from Mr. Han.

That's truly amazing.

At the same time, the Emperor had already ordered the Third Legion to the area designated by fate to face the destined enemy he was meant to confront.

Laer civilization.

"Father, according to reliable information provided by the Twentieth Legion, this Laer civilization has Heretic beliefs and pursues excessive perfection..."

Even though Akurduana was just reporting the information from the briefing, he still paused when he saw the word "perfect".

After all, everyone knows their father is a perfectionist.

Although her father's personality changed a lot due to the intervention of the Father of Night, his pursuit of perfection still remained.

"Perfect?"

Are there any specific images of this ethnic group?

Sure enough, the moment the word "perfect" was mentioned, Fulgrim immediately became interested.

Yes, Father.

When Fulgrim saw the pictures in the battle briefing, he almost threw up.

"Akurduana, is this what you call perfection?"

"Come on, tell me with your crude aesthetic sense, as foul as moldy cheese stolen by a sewer rat, where is their perfection?"

"Father, according to the briefing, they pursue what their kind perceives as perfection."

Upon hearing what Akurduana said, Fulgrim helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"Listen, Akurduana, just now I thought you only needed to retake aesthetics, but now it seems you need to retake not only aesthetics, but also anthropology."

"I graduated with a perfect score, sir."

"Then tell me, what single word about this Xenos race can be connected to human civilization?"

"A moving spicy snack person?!"

"Tell me again that since they have nothing to do with humans, their perfection has nothing to do with me?!"

Um???

Oh my god!

Father... swearing?

It's not that Primarch can't swear; of Primarch they can, after all, there's someone like Russ among Primarch.

The problem is that when Fulgrim swears, it feels so out of place, and it's such vulgar, unvarnished profanity.

True to Fulgrim, even his insults are elegant.

Could my father have been possessed by the Wolf King?

Julius!

"Yes, Father." Kaisoron stepped forward.

"Order the Phoenix Guard to lock up Akurduana and make him study anthropology. I will evaluate him after this mission!"

"But Father, a great battle is imminent, we..."

"Ha, Kaisoron, my eldest son, perhaps now is an opportunity for you to truly face the fighting prowess of your younger brothers."

Their little brother?

Yes.

They do indeed have a group of younger brothers now, namely the Recruits from Nostramo.

These people are not Recruits in the traditional sense. They are called Recruits because of their ideology.

Their ideas are very innovative.

The Recruits in Nostramo were excellent; they fully embraced Chemos's culture and also fully identified with the Third Legion's culture.

But apart from that, they displayed the vitality that the Nostramo people should have.

The Legion now possesses both the Chemos and Nostramo cultures, and remarkably, these two Planet have blended together remarkably well.

This situation wasn't limited to the Third Legion; it occurred in other Legion as well.

They're just expressed in different ways.

As for its manifestation in the Third Legion.

It can be summed up in two words.

Grace.

"Father, are you sure you want them to lead the charge in this battle?"

"That's natural."

Soon, the combat mission for the Third Legion was assigned, and the Nostramo-descended Legion members became the spearhead of this operation.

"Finally, finally we're going to face them head-on! At least we won't have to eat the leftovers of those veterans anymore!"

Is this... right?