Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Hell Gun, this weapon was something he never looked down upon. In fact, for Rokasna, apart from the weapons equipped by poison blades and Titans, as well as death-strike missiles and naval bombardments, no long-range weapons can pose a threat to him.

Making bullets escape their trajectory and making artillery explode before firing are just tricks.

But this little trick can only be done with the support of psychic energy. Rokasna looked at the Hell Gun and wondered whether the shield he could barely hold up could block the Hell Gun's scorching laser.

The hell gun fired, and it could be seen that the robber using this gun was also an expert. Each laser shot hit almost the same position. Rokasna tried his best to support the shield, but it only delayed it for a second or two.

The shield shattered, the psychic energy backfired and hit Rokasna's brain, and the laser penetrated his body, roasting his internal organs.

Luokasna lay on the ground in pain. He never thought that he would be so weak one day. He raised his heavy eyelids and saw a pair of blood-stained iron boots. The iron boots were raised high, ready to crush Rokasna's head.

He sighed and lamented that plans always failed to keep up with changes. He was so incompetent that he could not take care of the principal's worries. Lokasna fell into coma.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on something, which was soft and warm for his mortal body, but a little hot and sad for his soul.

Opening his eyes slightly, he saw a black-haired woman looking at him with concern. Rokasna opened his mouth to say something, but his lips were blocked by fingers.

"Shh... you need to rest for a while..."

The gentle voice made Luokasna a little obsessed. He didn't know whether this was the reaction of the mortal body, or whether his nature as the ever-changing Demon Lord gave rise to a layer of possessiveness.

I really want to make her into a puppet...

Luokasna thought so, and then closed her eyes again.

In his sleep, he saw the parchment appear before his eyes, with new words appearing on it.

"Move with her."

The words dissipated, awakening Rokasna again.

Jumping up suddenly, gasping for air, Luokasna looked at where he was.

He was on a bed in a room. Judging from the traces and texture of the walls, he should still be on the ground floor of this unknown hive.

There were no clothes on him, just bandages wrapped around him. Lokasna struggled to his feet, draped in white washed sheets, looking for the parchment.

"Damn it... we can't throw it away..." Rokasna looked for it nervously. That thing was a trading contract and couldn't be thrown away.

"Are you looking for this?" A familiar gentle female voice sounded. Rokasna looked back and saw the same beautiful-looking black-haired woman with heroic and confident eyebrows standing at the door.

She was shaking a parchment in her hand and reciting the words on it emotionally.

"The writing is pretty good...Is this text from some holy book?"

Rokasna did not answer. He had not seen the above verse in any book. It was most likely newly made up by Tzeentch or Carlos.

"This... is a draft I wrote when I realized the Emperor's truth."

The woman's expression did not change, but as a great demon of Tzeentch, Lokasna's ability to observe words and emotions was no less than that of any lust demon. He could see the scrutiny behind the woman's gentle and kind face.

As long as something was a little wrong, he would definitely die at the hands of this woman.

"Really?" The woman smiled softly and sat beside Rocus' bed. She put the parchment into Rocus' hand and lifted the sheets he used to cover his body.

"Wait! Madam!"

Naturally, Lokasna wouldn't be shy about such a trivial matter. After all, he had seen a lot of Slaanesh's tricks. However, he understands the state of mortals and knows when to manipulate this body to show its most normal state.

"Haha...there's nothing to be ashamed of, let me see."

The black-haired woman moved her hands quickly, and her soft tone contained a toughness that could not be refused. She lifted the bed sheet and traced the bandage on Rokasna's body with her fingers.

A touch of sacred golden light bloomed on her fingers. This pious light could not be observed with the naked eye, but it did deeply shake Rokasna's soul.

What a majestic and magnificent divine power. All the bishops he had seen could not match one ten thousandth of the power of faith in her.

Lokasna felt trembling, his soul trembling violently. He used all his strength to protect his soul from being burned by the power of faith, and controlled his body to perform as it should.

The place scratched by the woman's fingers trembled, and Luokasna also made an expression of enduring the pain.

"Okay, it'll be quick. You'll be fine."

The woman comforted Rokasna and put her palms against the bandages. She healed Rokasna's wounds and rejuvenated his failing internal organs.

"Thank you..." Rokasna was sweating on his forehead, and the pain from his body and soul was tormenting him.

The faint smile on the black-haired woman's face never disappeared. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, pressed Rocasna with both hands, and pressed Rocasna on the bed with a strong posture.

"Miss?"

"Shh...be quiet..."

Seeing the woman's face getting closer and closer, Rokasna closed his eyes nervously, blushing like any simple boy who had little contact with beautiful girls.

This awkward posture lasted for a while, and then Luokasna felt that his hand that was being pressed was freed. He opened his eyes and saw the woman standing beside the bed, rubbing her nose with her hand.

"There is indeed nothing wrong with you. Your injuries are all healed."

"Uh... was it just a medical examination?"

"Well... you can think of it that way... it's a medical check-up. I can smell the stench of bad things."

The woman nodded the tip of her nose very proudly, then twisted the nose held by Rokas as if to play a prank, then turned and left.

"Wait a minute." Rokasna shouted, and the woman also stopped at the door. She turned her head slightly, pointed half of her ears in the direction of Rokasna, and at the same time quietly touched the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"Can I ask your name?"

"Oh?" The woman turned her head and winked at Luokasna. Luokasna also blushed in response and lowered his head, pretending to be shy as he did not dare to look into the woman's beautiful eyes.

"My... my name is Celes, and you? Young child?"

"My name is Rocca."

"See you tomorrow~ Rocca~" Celes waved to Rocca, then opened the door curtain and left. The sound of children cheering and Celes' comforting chuckle came from outside the door.

Luokasna sat on the bed blankly, looking like a teenager who fell in love for the first time.

Principal...I already understand what I should do...