Love?

"Warp bug, now I'll ask you a question and you answer it. If you get a single word wrong, I'll throw you into Blackstone Hell and let you have your fun."

Trazyn stared intently at the Daemon phantom in the mist, his expression serious.

"You wandering ghosts who crawled out of the graveyard, you are nothing!"

"Asking that is a waste of breath, just kill him and be done with it," Jia said.

"No! You can't do this! You have no idea how much I love him!!"

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"Pfft!"

"Hehe."

"Ha ha!"

"Like?"

"Haha, Orikan, did you hear that? A Warp bug contaminated by a cesspool talking about love?!"

"Haha! I can't take it anymore, Trazyn, the Daemon you caught is so much fun!"

"I have to say, these bugs in the Warp aren't exactly smart," Jia, looking at the Daemon.

Jia really wanted to dissect Him and see.

"You bunch of abandoned people of history."

Suddenly the Daemon's voice changed, becoming the most perfect voice in the world, devoid of roars and struggles, only filled with rage.

It is Him.

At this moment, in Palace of Slaanesh, He looked at these guys in front of Him through that Daemon.

My heart was churning with anger.

If it weren't for these damned Necrons and their damned Blackstone Technology...

He had already brought Mr. Han to this Silver Palace.

What a wonderful ending that would be!

Mr. Han's body, mind, and soul will belong solely to Him.

The so-called Aeldari Goddess of Life is completely unimportant.

Han Mingxuan is the important one!

Negative emotions are the norm in this world.

The positive impact brought about by Han Mingxuan is truly a rare treasure.

That is something that originally existed only in the Empyrean.

Slaanesh was already definitively defined from the moment of his birth.

But He was not resigned to it.

Compared to my three colleagues, I feel I'm lacking something.

Nurgle is the oldest god, and He has experienced the complete transformation of life from its beginning to the present day.

The same was true of Tzeentch; He had experienced the pleasure that knowledge brought only to creation and benefit.

Khorne in charge of war, but he was also a representative of justice and courage.

Only you, only you from the very beginning, can feel all the negative emotions.

He is Desire, but He is also love.

But this damned world makes all that is beautiful eventually turn negative, destroyed, and reduced to nothingness.

Therefore, Slaanesh was incomplete from the very beginning.

But Han Mingxuan's appearance changed everything.

The civilization he led was positive and progressive, which gave Slaanesh the feeling that the final outcome would never lead to destruction.

A steadfast hope and a bright future.

It won't become degenerate garbage; hope is hope, untainted by anything else.

This was something He had never experienced before.

He needs these to perfect His experience and His authority!

Therefore, in His view, Han Mingxuan's appearance was a reward from the Empyrean, which should have been His!

Fortunately, Han Mingxuan isn't here right now, otherwise he would definitely feel a chill.

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My goodness, the Emperor first and Khorne second! For Chaos Gods to say that is utterly Heretic.

"Don't think I don't know what kind of people you Warp bugs are," Orikan said.

The key to understanding the Slaanesh lies in the sin itself, not in the lust.

The emptiness left behind after all sorts of Desires have passed is where the most terrifying things are born.

"Then I will destroy Him."

"You dead bone, you scrap metal from the dustbin of history! You can't do this!"

"Heh heh heh, before the great Necrontyr Dynasty, your hysteria isn't even scraps."

With a wave of his hand, Trazyn's Daemon vanished without a trace.

The remote communication of the Prince of Pleasure of Pleasure has now gone black.

Then, He became angry.

Slaanesh's Sixth Ring Palace trembled; they all felt the Prince of Pleasure's anger and resentment.

But now He has no way to do anything.

The Accursed was not far from Han Mingxuan, and he himself had Blackstone Artifacts that completely isolated him from the influence of the Warp, as well as the protection given by that being.

Even those around him were no exception.

It's a truly all-around defensive strategy.

"Hehehe, it seems you need help."

Kairos Fateweaver of Fates, Greater Daemon under Tzeentch's command.

Like the master it served, it was a scraggly bird.

"Roll."

"My master has sent me with the best news for you, Your Highness Prince of Pleasure."

Six seconds.

"Your Highness Prince of Pleasure, my master has seen something deep within the Warp... something that came with him, a projection of his soul from the Warp."

Swish.

Before Kairos could react, Slaanesh's face appeared before him, and his thoughts were revealed in that instant.

"He's got a good plan, but I'll go. For him, it's all worth it."

Slaanesh vanished, and He went to the deepest part of His Palace, where He had some things that the Aeldari used to have, which He could now use.

On the Emperor's Dream, Han Mingxuan was summoned.

"Do I need to bow?" Han Mingxuan looked at the Emperor in front of him, and the corns around Emperor.

"No, my friend," the Emperor said very sincerely. "There is no relationship of ruler and subject between us, at any time or in any place."

In fact, becoming Emperor is the last thing Emperor wants to do.

"So what do you want from me? Let me guess, is it about your sons again?"

"Perturabo or Mortarion?"

"Yes, they all are."

Tsk.

"I'm just a Teacher of a minor subject, do you really think I'm an educator?"

"You did a great job, my friend, you've always done a great job."

"Honestly, how much humanity do you have left?"

This is crucial.

"Actually, my friend, from the moment I met you, my humanity has been abundant."

Since his encounter with the Will of Earth, the Emperor has found that his humanity has begun to grow.

While this may be detrimental to some decision-making processes, it is the scenario he would like to see.

Especially when he was leading Han Mingxuan and the others away from Nostramo, the Emperor's humanity became more apparent.

Because those pointed metal shoes seemed to be an extension of his body.

That excruciating pain repeatedly called upon his humanity.

"Perturabo is alright, I can find a way to get him back, but Mortarion... he was clearly set up from the very beginning."

"And Mortarion is wearing a gas mask the whole time, I'm doomed."

"I'll make him take that thing off when he sees you."

"There's one more question."

"Ask away, my friend."

"You, the biological father, do you even love your sons?"

The Emperor remained silent for a long time, Malcador closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, Adeptus Custodes' eyelids twitched wildly.

"I am merely a tool, but I still love them."

"Admittedly, I created them using Warp power, but they are human."

Okay, hearing this answer is already the best we can hope for.

"I'll handle the rest. As for the Primarch's education, you'll have to give me the green light."