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

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

On the other side, Sha Lishi, who was peeping at everything with a wailing lens, also felt extremely angry at the blind-eyed leader of the chicken thieves.

"I said, shut up!!!"

"Get out of here, you hemiplegic gauze! Your butt must be stuck to that damn throne and never get off it!"

Salish listened to Khorne's roar without fear and retorted. He and Khorne would have "little" friction at the boundary of the realm every second every day. The war between the demon armies representing different factions was far greater than in the real universe. With a medium size, he is not afraid of the threat of Khorne, it is just a matter of fighting a battle.

Feeling that there was no movement from Khorne, Salish then turned his gaze to his Wailing Lens.

I, Slaanesh, hate the most in my life when others interrupt my interest.

Silently using his power, he sent an oracle to the followers of Slaanesh in countless worlds: destroy the gene stealers and use them for sacrifices, and I will give you blessings.

After feeling the ecstasy and desire to act among his followers, Salish nodded with satisfaction and continued to observe the interaction between Lin Fan and Delia.

"I didn't expect that this little Mechanic Priest would be so full of emotions. He's not like those gearheads who only get tough when faced with STC templates and unknown technology."

Suddenly an interesting idea came to Sha Lishi, "I can't corrupt you! Can't I corrupt the people around you? Is it okay to use it through other people's bodies! Let me taste the excitement of someone who knows my true nature. Bar."

For a time, the power of the entire desire field was mobilized, and a subspace rift directly leading to the Flame opened. A small part of Salish's power passed through and landed in Delia's dormitory, which was already dormant. .

A purple-pink figure exuding a lustful aura appeared out of thin air in front of Delia's bed, and the structure of the entire dormitory was undergoing changes visible to the naked eye due to the appearance of the Slaanesh projection.

The unadorned white single bed twisted and extended, turning into a huge soft bed made of precious red velvet. The railings were inlaid with gorgeous and sparkling gems, and hazy gauze like clouds flowed down from the top dome. He hung down and gently covered Delia's body.

The electronic skull located in the dormitory turned into a golden goblet with blood and wine flowing continuously.

The subspace detector on the ship did not give the appropriate alarm due to the shielding of the power of this deity.

"Oh ho ho! Look at this little mechanical guy, so innocent and defenseless!" Salis was ecstatic, and gently sunk his own projection onto Delia's body. Once the overlap was completed, this innocent little guy Nizi is not far from corruption.

A circle of golden light emerged from Delia's body, flicking out Salisi's projection, "It's you damn corpse emperor again! Why don't you ever let me feel comfortable! Damn you!" Salisi was angry. He stared at the sacred golden light on Delia's body. Although it was just a faint lingering power, it was not something that Salisi's greatly weakened projection could easily pass through.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his anxious heart, Salish showed a lustful smile: "Although it is useless to possess her directly, you can't stop me from sinking into her dreams and affecting her activities."

Dreams are very interesting things, in which various magical scenes and strange storylines will appear. Dreams will be recognized by people's fears, and then reflected in their real-life behaviors.

It is often said that what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. Salish decided to use dreams that humans can never escape to lead this lovely child to corruption step by step. Although it is a bit troublesome, it is very effective.

I don't know how many times I have used this simple and difficult-to-prevent method to lead many guys who have had erotic dreams into the road of happiness.

Gently hanging his hand on Delia's head, Salish entered Delia's dream.

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General Westad is still processing various reports and documents submitted by various departments of the legion. Although the Casare Corps has been severely reduced in number, this does not mean that General Westad's work has become easier. The deaths of many, many non-commissioned officers and commanders also cut the ability to process information almost in half.

As the newly promoted soldiers have not yet fully adapted to their positions, General Westad still has to do his best to check for gaps and minor errors in various documents, correct them and make decisions.

"Zizzizi~" Green light flashed in the eyes of the clerk's skull suspended in the air, and the text was written from the teeth on a roll of parchment hanging below it.

General Westad waited silently for the writing on the clerical skull to be completed, then cut the roll of parchment with the laser engraving knife in his hand, and carefully observed the content on it.

++The Tech Priest of the Thirty-seventh Regiment of the Kasare Legion - Delia eliminated a Genestealer Patriarch in the A134 area of ​​the middle deck of the Flame. ++

"Pfft!!" A large sip of Reka's coffee spurted out and spilled on the clothes hanger next to him hanging the general's cloak.

"It's the Thirty-seventh Regiment again..." General Westad covered his face with his hands speechlessly. This new regiment recruited from the world of Kamaklan really brought him endless surprises. , first the boy from Soap killed two Black Legion warriors, and then he closed the subspace rift with the Space Wolf warriors in the Flame.

Forget it, there will always be heroes of all kinds in the empire. The most outrageous thing is that Soap actually survived the subspace pollution of the rift and was recognized by the adults of the Space Wolves.

To be honest, this was too rare in General Westad's military career. Those mortals who faced the rift in the Warp ended up either mad or corrupted, and those Astra Militarum warriors who fought alongside the Emperor's Angels of Death were even more so. Rarely does it end well.

He had seen few examples of Astra Militarum and Brother Astartes returning alive after going out on missions. But now a new legend has emerged - an ordinary tech-priest, Delia, killed a damn, difficult and extremely cunning Genestealer patriarch.

Westad still remembers that 50 years ago he was an ordinary soldier, cleaning the sewers in the hive city of Lanco Hive World. According to the records left by the Inquisitor who investigated the planet, the planet appeared The signs of genestealer infection were detected.

So after he hastily received combat training in the hive city, he was sent to the bottom to clean up those gene stealers. To be honest, the beginning of this mission was very relaxing and enjoyable. Except for the fact that the heretics killed were a little too permeable. If people don’t count.

Finally, behind a bloody altar that resembled a sacrificial altar, Westad's cleaning team encountered the damn leader of the genestealer group. His extremely fast movements made it difficult for the stormtroopers in the team to catch their figure. , the powerful, heavy and extremely sharp claws tore apart the metal body of the accompanying Mechanic Priest, and the oil and parts were scattered all over the floor.

In the end, the desperate Westad was saved by the Astartes monks who came to support. Those warriors who were worshiped as gods still could not make a quick victory in the face of such a ferocious beast. After seriously injuring a Space Marine , the beast fled quickly, and the Space Marines pursued it with thunderous steps, leaving only Westad and his corpse-like comrades behind.

"But such a vicious and terrifying beast was actually killed by a novice priest, a young priest who had just joined the army??"

General Westad covered his face, feeling that everything he saw below the hive had become a lie.

But to think about it differently, it is always good to have a few ruthless people in your army. Maybe when the storm dissipates, the soldiers of the Thirty-seventh Regiment can become sharp knives in combat. General Westad silently picked up his pen and began to write an application report for awards and meritorious service to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"What a great talent."

Westad's exclamation was mixed into the rustle of writing, and his working figure looked even more energetic and happy under the bright light.