In this universe, Slaanesh is the dragon Aotian, and he said, to be sexual, to be astringent, to be sweet love.

As a result, the primordial nature of this universe has changed.

Let's say, thank you Slaanesh.

Early warning↓

Sexual turns, distorted plots, all stereotypes, second-person galgame full of good feelings love plot, slightly rubbing the edges.

It's all stereotypes, and the original is not restored.

Since it's classified in light novels, it's necessary to write the otaku flavor of light novels!

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[First Legion] Leon El Johnson

She is a lioness from the Kaliban Forest.

Tall and strong carcass, plump body, strong and streamlined waist, explosive and powerful sense of favor her at the same time.

Over-the-shoulder stiff blonde hair, under the hood are uncertain, mysterious green eyes.

Leon rarely spoke, but every time she spoke, it was a heavy sword that pierced people's hearts.

It's the eldest sister who often has a straight face, cruel and cold, and in her world, there is only surrender and conquest.

"There are no secrets in the First Legion."

She spoke, and loyalty was her constant undertone.

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——galgame line——

You are the Wolf King. (Not)

You are the knight of Caliban, her most trusted subordinate of the Dark Angels, her right-hand man.

A routine debriefing mission, her cold green eyes look down on you from above.

A cold dark green throne, intricately carved patterns, a symbol of loyalty and glory, lies in her forest.

You're used to it, Johnson is the kind of person, she doesn't care about her offspring, the knightly culture of the Caliban has shaped her deeply, she cares, but she can't show it.

She has been in power for a long time, she is the king of Caliban, and she is not very good at communicating with her peers.

But it doesn't matter, I am your dark angel, a knight under the king's command, offering you eternal loyalty.

"You've done a good job on this mission."

The praise is beyond words,

Simple and clean decapitation, efficient pacification, stupid enemies, her knight is her sharpest sword,

"What reward do you want?"

You look up, quite rebellious, but your dark blue eyes look at her.

She smiled.

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[Second Legion]

She was forgotten.

You are also forgotten.

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[Third Legion] Fogen

She is the phoenix of the Phoenicians.

Perfect, elegant, with delicate purple nails on slender fingers and golden powder shining through.

Silky silver hair cascades like a waterfall, fluttering with her swordsmanship, dazzling.

Perfectly curved body, not a single muscle outline can be seen, but full of power to easily and gracefully decapitate enemies.

She is the third sister of the confidant, beautiful and charming.

"We're always on the road to perfection."

Purple-pink lips, one by one.

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——galgame line——

You are Fenus Manus. (Not)

You are a good-looking and moderately obsessive-compulsive son of the phoenix.

You stand on the training ground, looking at the training pile with some annoyance, for some reason, you will never be able to swing the perfect final slash in that set of swordsmanship.

You slash at the opposite stake with your sword.

"Oh, my daring, that's not right."

The long, silky hair hangs down from the top of your head, poking you a little itchy on the ground, and the hot, steady and long breath caresses your neck.

The Primordial's arm wraps around your waist behind itself, holding the sword in your hand.

She was unarmoured, purple and pink beads, and a chain of gold thread wrapped around her white arms, hanging in a languid arc.

"It's not elegant, the sword will be sad."

She holds you, exerting a slight force.

You hold your breath and follow the rhythm of the original body, swinging that perfect sword.

"That's right."

You look up behind you, her purple eyes smiling at you.

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[Fourth Legion] Perturabo

She is the ruthless steel of Olympia.

Capable of short dark gray hair, and an unaesthetic information iron pipe sticking out of his head, receiving the ever-changing information on the battlefield.

The fatter body has muscles throbbing.

Moody, but also compassionate, self-pitying, she always accepts the burden without saying a word, and perishes in the persistence of pressing her teeth.

The black eyes drowned out all the eyes that looked at her.

Beneath the steely exterior lies a soft heart that is about to suffocate.

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——galgame line——

You are an Iron Warrior with explosive emotional intelligence and a level 10 professional in Peturabo.

Since her last battle with the Emperor's Fist, Perturabo has locked herself up in her studio for three months.

After Eleven's smash, the other Iron Warriors didn't have the energy to visit their mother, and only hoped that she wouldn't be angry.

You pinch your fingers and count, it's almost time for her to be angry and hopefully someone will come looking for her.

If she went to her any longer, she would have become angry at why she came to her so late.

You stand at the door of her studio and knock three times.

"My lord, are you alright?"

There was no answer.

You mentally count the three Terra standard points, repeating what you just did.

When you repeat to the 34th time, the door opens.

She has her back to you, still working on the delicate machinery in her hands.

She wears only a corset on her upper body and loose gray-black cargo pants on the bottom.

Her spine is noticeable. The scars lay cascading on top of her back, undulating with her breathing.

You sigh in your heart.

"Excuse me, my lord, for crossing my bounds."

You walk over and sit down at her workbench.

Perturabo carved a small theatre with a multi-tiered arched structure.

You don't speak, just watch her carve quietly.

She was quiet now, and there was a rare tenderness in her eyes.

"This is what I want to give to Killiman."

When the last structure was carved, she muffled and muttered.

You didn't speak.

"Why can't people see us?"

You didn't speak, but just took the hand she was about to destroy the theater model.

She stopped.

You feel her hand, trembling slightly.

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[Fifth Army] Chagatai Khan

She is a war eagle soaring over Chogorees.

She has wild black hair and a headdress characteristic of the Chogoris that adorns her wings.

In the clumps of black hair, bright red and bright green, white hair rings symbolizing purity and supremacy strand slap around her long hair.

A sturdy and aesthetically pleasing streamlined body with distinct muscles and a sense of flesh.

A wool-like robe that envelops the soul of freedom.

On the galloping chariot is her love of uninhibited indulgence.

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——galgame line——

You are a very wise, gentle white scar.

Although your legion has been ignored and even forgotten, you know that she did it on purpose.

She doesn't have too much ambition, Chagatai understands the wisdom of the ancient East, is clumsy, and modest.

Extremes always invite disaster, and excessive pursuit of individuality only brings destruction.

She skillfully reorients the Legion to precisely allow you to chase freedom.

Greenskins, plains, drag racing, the wars you've experienced are always like that.

The fighting has subsided, Chagatai is going to race on the plains today, you put on your helmet and ride on a reconnaissance motorcycle.

Don't fight motorcycles, it's lighter and faster without weapons.

Chagatai turned her head, she didn't have a helmet on, her eyes sparkling.

"Let's go!"

It's another beautiful day for White Scar.

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[Sixth Army] Riemannus

She is a wolf on the Fenris Ice Field.

The long, unkempt blonde hair looks warm, interspersed with rough twisted braided hair.

Drink wine, eat meat!

The wolf king sat on her filthy wooden table, tearing off a bloody piece of flesh with his fangs.

The juice dripped down with the blood, falling onto her unfathomable breasts, and then slowly slicing along the full curves.

Laugh, laugh, and scare the cowards!

Heroic laughter echoed through her chaotic cafeteria, where her children used their hands together to share the barbecue on the long wooden table.

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——galgame line——

You are the lion king. (Not)

You are a space wolf who is very good at fighting, even beating Riemanrus, and at the same time, you are also very good at drinking and eating.

Moreover, you have brains.

"Comb quickly."

Ruth snorted, letting out a canine-like moan.

Without hesitation, you directly took the big comb in your hand and pulled at the dead pimple of hair that looked like it had been clumped for more than a hundred years.

"Whew!"

She hugged her head instantly, and a lock of hair floated straight down her head.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but your hair really needs to be combed slowly."

The canine's threatening purr sounded again, but this time, Riemann was much more honest, she was cross-legged, her hands propped on her feet, and she was wandering idlely.

Obviously, with the ability of the original body, it is not difficult to comb yourself into a braid, but she appoints you every time and tortures two people at the same time.

You remember the last time she brushed her hair was three months ago, and how she managed to make a mess like a hundred years later.

Finally, Riemann looked in the mirror with satisfaction, and her long hair curled up with her movements, like a wolf's tail.

"Yes, I'll look for you next time!"

With a leap, you're pounced, shaggy and prickly hair filling your chest.

It's really warm.

You think.

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[Seventh Legion] Rogdorn

She is a king from her pocket kingdom.

Capable short white hair, not smiling, always with a straight face.

The golden ornaments surround her, but there is no extravagance, and the heavy glory is her crown.

The fleshy body is heavy, but full of stable power.

In the ice-blue eyes, there is a firm conviction.

"For the Emperor."

She is loyalty, she is glory.

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——galgame line——

You are Sigismund (not).

You are a loyal, flexible, and slick Fist of the Empire.

Dorne, who seems hard and unapproachable, actually has her own cute side.

She always fell asleep with the blanket her grandfather gave her, and her huge body automatically curled up on the bed, clinging to her little blanket tightly.

When she is overstressed, she will whisper a few words from time to time in her sleep.

As her heir, you naturally want to help your mother.

You look at the blanket that is unconsciously crumpled by her.

So, you sew a small stuffed bear for her, although it is indeed small for the size of the original, but for the space marine, it is already very large.

The pale yellow bear, with its red gold buttoned eyes, is furry, and you even made sure that the fur is the same as her blanket.

You deliberately picked a time slot to report the results to her, and finally it was you, you took out your furry bear.

Dorn's stiff face furrowed an eyebrow.

"You shouldn't make such a joke on such a serious occasion."

Of course you're fined.

After that, though, you see the stuffed bear that's also crumpled to the ground.

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[Eighth Legion] Kondrakoz

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She is the ghost of the night.

Pain, pain, pain, screaming.

No, you can't go where there's light, it's too bright, it's too bright.

Death, slaughter, fear, anger, screaming.

Her pale face was obscured by her long jet-black hair, blood clots and fat condensed in her hair, and there were even scattered cobwebs inside.

The sunken eye sockets, the black and dull eyes are full of madness and persistence.

She was thin, and most of the other original plump bodies had nothing to do with her, she was dry, like a skeleton.

Destruction, darkness, prophecy, future.

The world is destined to struggle for destruction, she will die, she will die!

All are going to die!

There is no hope, there is no salvation!

Tortured in this long night!

——galgame line——

You are Sevita. (Not)

You're the first being in the nest to be willing to help Koz, a little kind, and physically strong enough to survive her madness.

You saw that strange little creature at the bottom of the nest.

The human cub had just crawled out of the nursery, wet from top to bottom, and she looked ...... Looking weak?

Originally planning to cut off the dead, you are suddenly a little touched, and you are struggling in the bottom nest and rarely see unsuspecting babies.

You thought about it, took off your greasy, dirty coat, wrapped her in it, and put down a little rat meat.

"Hug ...... I. ”

The baby spat words intermittently.

Of course you didn't hug her.

And then?

And then you're gone, and all you have is the kindness and power you have to do it.

She was destined to die, but before she died, you didn't hold back and did some useless work.

But then, the nest was suddenly much safer, and every day, hundreds of scum hung on the walls of the nest, all skinned and flesh blurred.

No one has been making trouble with you lately, and, every now and then, you'll find a bunch of skinned rats in your sleeping place.

When the emperor arrives, you learn that the baby is Kondrakoz.

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She's going crazy again.

You sigh and step into the dungeon, cold, sticky blood running down the floor and sticking to your feet.

In the darkest corner of the room, in the place where countless tattered corpses had piled up, there was something East XZ there.

You sigh again, resigned to your fate, and sit down casually on top of a corpse.

"You're going to die."

"You're guilty."

The ghost whispers over your shoulder.

"You're going to die a terrible death, you're going to scream before you die, you're going to call Mom, I'm going to inject you with a painful decoction, and then you're going to be scared to the point of excitement."

You shrug, it's the one hundred and eighth way you've ever heard to die.

She licks your face,

"Why aren't you afraid? The future is dark chaos, no one can be redeemed, the wise are dull, the benevolent are crazy, why aren't you afraid? ”

You don't move.

"Hold me."

She said, and then her tone became intense,

"Hug me, fucking hug me, I saw you hug me, hug me fucking fast!"

You didn't move, that's the only thing you can do.

You want to prove to her that the prophecy doesn't have to be right.

"Fuck me!"

She whipped you straight away, your body sliding in a curve and slamming into the wall.

The ghost in the shadows appears and lies directly in your arms where you are powerless to collapse.

"That's right."

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[Ninth Legion] St. Giles

She is the angel of Baal.

She is the most perfect angel of the Empire.

With plump and smooth curves, white and smooth delicate skin, and a kind face, she always smiles and looks at everyone's eyes.

With her pale blonde supple curls and soft and benevolent sky-blue eyes like spring water, she is the holiness that came out of ancient oil paintings.

White wings spread out on her back, supple and beautiful, gently brushing the air and carrying her into the sky.

She is the Archangel and she is St. Giles.

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——galgame line——

You are Horus. (Not)

You're an ordinary person.

You are very ordinary, you don't even have to be a holy blood angel, you look very average, your martial arts are also very average, the only thing that can be said is that you have some artistic cells, but not much.

You can analyze those particularly beautiful oil paintings or something, but that's all, your analysis is simply different from that of other masters.

You also wonder why the perfect angel chose you.

You wonder if she's playing tricks on you, but that's not her attitude.

As for you, of course you love her, but you are really confused.

The door to the room opened, and St. Giles walked in a simple white robe, with a green laurel of olive leaves on her blonde hair.

She put her wings away and held a bowl of grapes in her hand.

"Would you like something to eat?"

She reaches for a grape to eat and pokes you with the tips of her wings.

Gentle feathers, poke the ground and tickle you.

"Hmm...... Angel? ”

"Well, what's wrong?"

She looks at you curiously, with gentleness and kindness in her eyes,

"What the hell are you ...... Why did you take a fancy to me? ”

"I'm not perfect at all."

St. Giles smiled, curling his eyebrows,

"True love has no prerequisites."

She loves everyone, and she loves you.

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[Tenth Legion] Phernus Manus

She is Medusa's steel.

Dull, short black hair, a serious expression, everything is the color of steel.

A stout body, strong muscles, and silver-black iron hands glittered on her arms.

He often has a straight face, but sometimes he laughs heartily, rationally, seriously, and responsibly.

Compared to his glowing phoenix best friend, Fugen, he doesn't like to decorate himself very much, although there are also logos that symbolize glory, but they are either black or gray.

Pursue rationality, but also accept reality.

This is Fenus Manus.

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——galgame line——

You are Fugen. (Not)

You are a rational, responsible, conscientious, and at the same time a soft hand of steel.

Every day, you follow your prototype to inspect the various equipment and instruments in the legion, sort out the information, analyze and sort it out.

Every day of your life, she is precisely cut into small pieces.

She knows exactly what to do and when to be efficient, like a sophisticated electronic instrument.

But Fernus is human, and she has her own emotions.

She's sensible, sensible enough that she knows that emotions need catharsis, not concealment.

Fenus gave himself time every day to relax.

Towards the end of the day's work, she sits on her throne of steel, and then looks at you silently.

You walked over and gave her a hug.

Fenus smiles, she buries her head in your shoulder, breathing steadily.

It's another ordinary day for you.

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[Eleventh Legion]

She was forgotten.

You are also forgotten.

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[Twelfth Legion] Anglon

She is the Lord of the Red Sands.

The sturdy muscles, the vertical and horizontal scars, and the bare arms are the memories of her pain and glory.

The Butcher's Nail was stuck deep in her brain, silver-gray bloody chains of nerves sticking out of her scalp, baring her teeth and claws to assert her control over the primordial.

The face that was originally soft and atmospheric was now full of anger and unconscious nervous twitching.

She is a broken god.

On her lower back, the black line that symbolizes shame and defeat is her last self.

Since then, there has been no Angelon.

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——galgame line——

You are Luojia. (Not)

You are Karn. (Nor is it)

You are her last comrade in the Star of Nuuklia, the dueling arena.

But that's a long way back.

You still remember Angelon at that time, before she was nailed, she was humble, gentle, always liked to hug others, and selflessly gave them encouragement and support.

She always liked to listen to the misfortunes of others and soothe their suffering souls.

She is gentle, she is merciful, she has listened to too much suffering.

But she was the unfortunate one.

She's nailed, you watch her struggle, you watch her plead, you watch her cry.

In the end, an angry roar filled the entire dueling arena, and her roar lasted for three days and three nights.

She's changed, but she's still struggling to nail her soul.

She is still the same as before, she likes to hug others, like to comfort others, grieve for others, and rejoice in others.

But as she hugs you, you can hear the roar of nails coming from her head.

She began to get a little irritable, she began to bleed from her nose, and blurry shredded flesh was coming out of her towering nose.

But she was still so kind, so kind, she wanted to get everyone out.

On the last day, she shared her flesh and blood with the hungry rebels, and vowed to die on the battlefield and return to the red sand together.

However, she escaped.

That traitor.

All were put to death, except for you, who lay in a pile of corpses, and the sword that pierced your heart did not take your life.

A giant named Karn found you, he took you back, had surgery, and you became a giant.

And then...... You see her, the slave imprisoned in glory and loyalty, the mad Angelon in the throne.

She's going crazy, she's out of control, she's shouting your names, she's wielding her tomahawk helplessly.

"Ann....... Gelong"

The madman turned his head and saw you.

She's back.

She tried to control her expression fiercely, but she failed, twitching muscles, drooling water, despair and ecstasy mixed up.

Angelon looks at you and falls to his knees.

"Right...... Don't ...... Right...... from"

Angelon's muscles twitched uncomfortably, the roar of the nails could be heard in the distance, and minced flesh was pouring out of her nose.

You walk over and hug her.

"I'm sorry, I thought you ran away."

Angelon closed his eyes in agony,

"Kill...... Finish...... I...... Kill...... of me. ”

You didn't kill her.

But after this, she was given eternal imprisonment.

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[XIII Legion] Robert Killiman

She is the pride of Macurag.

Short blond hair, just the right smile of a politician, friendly, but also distant.

In the sky blue eyes, what she couldn't see through was what she was thinking at the moment.

Perfectly proportioned in line, she is a sculpture of ancient Rome.

She and her legion are a symbol of imperial glory.

In her arms, under her wings, in the five hundred worlds of Otrama, human beings live their lives freely and beautifully.

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——galgame line——

You are an idealist and a pragmatic and capable extreme warrior. (Anyway, the Ultramarines seem to have this virtue?) ）

Q: Where can you find Kiliman?

A: Her government affairs office.

You stand at her desk, sorting through the various government affairs that are rushing in.

She sat in her office chair, smiling like a politician in the past, and her kind face was long gone, staring blankly at the various documents she kept using.

The sun was setting in Macurag, and orange light slowly shone out of the window.

Killiman let down the last document in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Very good, the newly reformed government system has recently come into effect, and today's documents are about 26% less than in the past."

Indeed, in the past you used to work late into the night.

Killiman blinked, his sky-blue eyes relaxed and relaxed.

"It's still early, just in time to visit my mother."

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Killman's mother, Lady Judton, was an elegant and kind lady, and Killiman inherited her kindness.

Now, you stand at the door of the kitchen, standing guard for the mother and daughter in the kitchen.

Whispers kept coming from the other side of the door.

Ms. Judon loved baking, and naturally, Killeman also learned the art of baking from her.

When Kiliman was young, Yutun would take Kiriman with him and watch the soft dough slowly ferment.

"A new policy, like dough, you need to give it time to ferment."

The wheat smell of the bread comes out, and the tip of your nose starts to itch.

Killiman opened the door, a plate of chocolate and wheat biscuits in hand.

She takes a slice and hands it to your mouth.

Her fingers run over your lips,

"Help me see, how's the roast?"

True to Kiliman, she always has the words to say that people can't refuse.

Beneath the façade of sanity is a fiery soul.

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[XIV Legion] Mortarian

She is the Grim Reaper from Barbarus.

Dull, dry, messy hair, gray white, dull, dry, fried.

He didn't pay attention to his personal image at all, his pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and the corners of his mouth were peeling, and his lips were even chapped because of long-term breathing.

She was tall, but thin, like a scarecrow standing in the distance in a field, with only a few branches in place.

She doesn't like decoration, there is no such thing as a waste of resources on Barbarus.

Always dressed plainly, sometimes even undyed.

She sat among her sisters, the silk and gold threads out of place with her mourning dress.

Just like herself, the farmer who strayed into the ball.

She is a reaper, and she doesn't care if it's wheat or life under the sickle.

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——galgame line——

You are Horus. (Not)

You are Karastiphon. (Nor is it)

You're Hades. （yes，yes!）

Motarian silently poked the villain in front of her.

It is a delicate Death Guard minifigure with a special mechanical arm on it, and it is Hades.

After Motarian looked at Hades speechlessly and asked him why he always left the Death Guard to work in other legions, Hades smiled and gave her a small doll.

(Glue Guy の Persistence)

Well......

Motarian looked at the little puppet with a wistful look.

Obviously, her sisters have their own objects of affection, and they all exchange hearts, but why is she still alone.

Obviously, Hades followed her at the very beginning, why is it still in this relationship now?

She touched her hair with some dissatisfaction, and curled a small lock of white hair with her fingers.

Her hair, soaked in Barbarus's gas, had long since dried and was not as smooth as her sister's.

She thought about what she had been judged by others before.

Obviously, they all occupy a world, but the evaluation she gets is always that of death.

Her sisters, on the other hand, are empresses, kings, or angels.

Could it really be her......

Motarian didn't want to think about it anymore.

She remembered the surprise in Fogen's eyes when he first saw her, and Killiman's subtle admonition to her personal image.

She is also very clean, there are no mud marks, no blood stains, conditions allow, she now changes her clothes every day.

She thought of her sisters who sparkled when she looked at them.

St. Giles, Fogen, Killiman......

It seems that Hades went to the Ultramarines this time?

Motarian felt like he was about to start angry again.

When she poked the villain in front of her for the seventy-seventh time, the servant came to inform her that Hades had returned.

"Let him come."

Mortarian's voice spoke, like a sigh.

...

Hades stood in front of Motarian and felt his cold hairs stand on end again.

Where did you provoke her this time?!

Hades who is guessing riddles every day.

He tried to look at each other, trying to calm Motarian, but Motarian's gaze was too bloody, and he couldn't hold back, looking away at Motarion's long, boring hair.

He still remembered that when he first saw Motarian and found out that she was a female primordial, he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The Emperor is above! Isn't this a manifestation of Slaanesh?!

Then he saw the original body of all the women.

And it's the kind that brings its own lover.

It's numb, people are numb.

Watching the interaction between the giant primordial body and the space marines, Hades said that his eyes were hundreds of millions of points blind.

Slaanesh is slaanesh, he put it.

But Hades was still struggling, and he had to make sure that Motarian wasn't kidnapped by Callastiphon, or it would be another big one.

But the immediate priority is to find out why Motarian is angry, and then comfort her again.

Hades, who had never been in a relationship in his previous life, thought that this was what they screamed out of, can you never see through your girlfriend's psychology?

But the good news is that Motarian doesn't have a lover yet, otherwise he would have to watch the love dog every day, and then go blind.

But seeing Hades looking at her hair, Motarian felt even angrier.

Is it really because she is not good-looking, it turns out that Hades is really such a person, did she missee him before?

She really ...... Can't you compare to Kiliman or something......

Motarian felt his inner self retreat back into her corner.

Seeing that Motarian was uncertain, Hades was alarmed.

Damn, why are you angry this time?!

Hades began to think back to what he had done before, huh...... It's normal, no problem?!

He thought again...... Wait, could it be, Motarian hates Killiman and is so unhappy?

Although the idea is, this is Motarian, so it makes sense.

"That...... I shouldn't have been away for so long. ”

"But things are really urgent over there in the Extreme Star Domain."

"I was still summoned by Killiman, but I saw that I had been away for too long, so I refused and came back as soon as possible."

Kiliman, that damn Kiliman!

Aren't her extreme cubs enough for her to play with, and they're still coming to snatch her offspring?!

Seeing that Motarian was even angrier, Hades didn't know which thunder he had stepped on.

"That...... Motarian, are you okay? ”

She glanced at him, though Hades thought it was more like a roll of the eye.

"Not good."

"What's wrong?"

Motarian hesitated, should she show herself.

But in view of the fact that Hades blew up Motarian's previous favorability, Motarian at this time chose the hidden option "Euphemistic and vague inquiry" from the 777 "shut up and let him go" options.

"You...... What do you think of me? ”

Hades replied without hesitation for a second.

Please, hesitate for a second, his dog's head will be shaved off!

"You are my most trusted and entrusted comrade-in-arms, a leader who can give all your trust, and I can accept your command forever."

Motarian hesitated, she felt her calm down, good answer, but nothing else.

"I mean...... More personal aspects. ”

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Eldest sister, I gave you my life, what else is private and not personal?!

"Sorry...... What do you mean? ”

"Can you give an example?"

Motarian stuck.

After a long while, she slowly spoke,

"For example...... Like the kind of aspect of St. Giles and her lover. ”

Yes?!

Hades thumped in his head.

I treat you as a brother, but you want to ......?!

It's over, the favorability is overdone!

Why didn't he realize it before?!

* Kalas is myself.

The emperor is above, beat up Slaanesh, and let the original nature turn back!!

Looking at Motarian on the other side, Hades felt that he could only answer one option.

The Emperor's Socks!!

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[XV Legion] Magnus

She is the wise man of Perospero.

A muscular and tall body, ruddy and plump skin, a layer of excess flesh stretched out in the thin golden armor.

The wise one-eyed eye shimmered with psionic light.

Long, fiery red, fluffy curls of hair that hung down from her face.

Huge gems were set in her armor, and her bracelets shimmered with different brilliance with each use of psionic energy.

But compared to the outside, Magnus is a precipitation of wisdom on the inside.

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You're a Forbidden Kitten. (Not)

You are a very wise and humble and gentle son.

Magnus sat on the table reading a book, one leg curled up.

She was always like this, and when she saw the excitement, she couldn't sit upright in her chair.

Perospero's wind blew in through the library window, curling her long, curly red hair.

You follow the list she gave you, pick up a stack of books, and place them at her feet.

"Oh, come and see."

Magnus pulls you into her arms, and she points to a line in the book, her long fingers running across the dry pages.

Words dance with her passion.

The passionate red-skinned giant wants to share her joy of reading, but you can't concentrate.

She has a faint, fragrant scent of the pages, and your arm is fleshy, soft, and hot.

No, concentrate!

But the red-haired Magnus is completely immersed in the reading, unaware of your little wandering mind.

She couldn't help but read out the words,

[Vanity is perhaps one of the most difficult things for noble people to understand.] Others consider vanity to be self-evident, while noble people tend to deny vanity. ］

(——Excerpted from the Internet, Nietzsche's "On the Other Side of Good and Evil")

Vanity...... You are silent.

Because you know well that Magnus himself is stubborn.

You wisely chose to shut up.

After that, she hugged you for an afternoon.

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[XVITH Legion] Horus

She is the best and most favored existence of them all.

Long black curls poured down, plump body, strong limbs.

Kind smile, friendly attitude, warm words.

She's noble, but she's also easy, she's glorious, but she's also friendly.

She is the Horus of the Empire, their loyal commander.

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——galgame line——

You are the Emperor. (Not)

You are St. Giles. (Nor is it)

You are a loyal and capable Shadowmoon Wolf, a member of her Little Council.

Horus returned, and after getting rid of the crowd of cheers, congratulations, and mockery, she found you, and the smile she had been hanging was gone, replaced by a tired and bitter smile.

You blinked, but you still said your ready congratulations,

"Congratulations, the Emperor has finally chosen you."

Horus smiled bitterly,

"I didn't expect you to do the same."

"No, I'm just doing it routinely."

You quickly changed your tone.

She rubbed her head and tried to remove the olive crown from her head, but she still didn't.

"I know that my father can only choose me."

"But...... Can I really handle it all? ”

You speak,

"Believe in the emperor, he believes in you, you are his best choice."

She smiled and took off her corset, some strangled marks on her fleshy skin.

Then she stepped forward and hugged you,

"So what are you going to do?"

"My lord, I would like to offer you my loyalty."

However, after this, you regret it.

You look at her, and she raises the flag against Terra.

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[17th Legion] Luojia

She is the saint of Colchis.

Shunliang's long white hair slowly hung down to the ground.

Golden prayers glistened on her skin.

Her eyes were holy golden, pure, holy, fanatical.

She converted to her faith and reverently knelt before her god.

White and gold, symbolizing her purity, she will always wear only these two-colored robes.

"Praise the Emperor of God."

The saint persistently believed in her faith.

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——galgame line——

You are the Emperor. (Not)

You were a mortal priest with whom Luojia had a good relationship before, and you didn't choose to leave during the Perfect City incident, and survived, even if it left you blind.

"Father, what are we doing wrong?"

You feel the silky strands of hair fall down your face, and she holds your arms and trembles.

She seems to be kneeling in front of you.

You don't know, you can't see.

"It's ...... This is what we have to accept. ”

"God punishes us and examines our piety."

"No....... No. ”

You feel Luojia tremble even more.

"We are His children....... Why did He punish His children? ”

You are silent.

In Luojia's eyes, she is a saint, not a believer waiting to be cross-examined.

Punishment will only come to believers who need to be tested.

She doesn't need to be punished, she doesn't need to be tested, she's loyal.

"God, why are you the first to turn your back on us?"

She holds you tight and you feel the liquid running down.

She cried.

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[XVIII Corps] Vulcan

She is the best blacksmith of Nocturne.

White curls like fire, dark skin like carbon, muscles are strong, and the roots are distinct.

She likes to raise her hammer and hammer steel in the flames.

The steel that survives the flames will be the best steel.

Countless scars carved into her carcass like dragon scales, and the fire reflected on them, shining brightly.

Benevolent.

She is the most benevolent being.

She didn't like war, but the emperor convinced her that she needed to do the necessary evils for the sake of future peace.

When the last war was over, she went home to strike iron.

She didn't like those golden crowns.

She's a blacksmith, she always has been.

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——galgame line——

You are Fenus. (Not)

You are the person introduced to her by Vulcan's nocturne father, and you are your second-best blacksmith.

In the forge room, flames burned, and hammers slammed into steel.

She's topless, and she's hitting with a hammer!

You're on another forge table, concentrating on your work.

"Look!"

She called you, and showed you the heavy sword she had made.

The large orange-red opal is inlaid with a beautiful glow in the light of the flames.

"This is my gift to Horus."

She was always like this and liked to give homemade weapons to her sisters.

"Pretty perfect."

You commented.

She smiled embarrassedly,

"Thank you."

She pats you on the back as she normally would.

But she didn't wear a top.

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[XIX Corps] Korakos

She is the choice of the people.

The long black hair poured like ink, and under the black shadow, there was a pale face.

Beneath the terrifying exterior of the tall and thin is a benevolent and equal heart.

For the people, for the empire.

She will be the crow of the enemy's grave.

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——galgame line——

You are Robert Killiman. (Not)

You are her good buddy on the planet of redemption, very sane, and ended up becoming a Raven Guard.

She came back and sat there thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?"

You ask her, is it because the meeting with her sister didn't go well?

"No ......"

Korakos shook his head.

Robert Killiman is friendly, a seasoned politician who knows how to do things, but also gives her a heart.

Although the decorations of those makulags are too fancy and exaggerated.

But that's not what bothered her.

She learned a new word from her sister – "those mortals".

...... Strange and arrogant titles, do they all look at the people like this?

In the eyes of those "so-called mortals", what kind of existence does she have?

"I want to know what you think of me."

"My existence."

She added.

You blink, what's wrong?

"You are Korakos, the one who led us to the overthrow of oppression, our elected leader."

"You mean, I was chosen from among you?"

You feel a little ridiculous, isn't this the reality, what's wrong with Korakos today?

"Yes, you came out of us."

Wait, you seem to realize something, you hurry up and make amends.

"Of course, you are the one I love."

Korakos was startled by the sudden confession,

"That's not what it meant."

She shook her head and smiled, but still gave you a kiss.

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[Twentieth Legion]

Spare me, I won't write about the Afa Twins.

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[Hidden Figure] Emperor

He has a thousand faces.

He can be a dying old man, or He can be a child.

He can be male or female.

He is human.

He loves humanity.

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——galgame line——

There is no such line, unless you are Slaanesh.