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

Delia sat in front of a mechanical consecration platform, and in front of her stood her awed sage teacher.

The cumbersome ritual requires a lot of learning and memory, turning it into an instinctive reaction in the body. Delia picked up the incense burner of the Mechanicus, with blue-gray nano smoke floating in it.

Walking around the great and sacred mechanical creation in front of her, Delia said piously: ++Great creation, please allow my humble fingers to touch your Rune Rune++ ("What's inside here is speech." "++What's here is a binary or report document++)

Delia's hand grasped the long rope connected to the heart of the holy object, raised one foot, attached it to the specially designed stopping point on the holy object, and pulled the rope hard, pulling and reciprocating several times. , the sacred creation in front of you was awakened, making a rumbling sound. The active and violent shaking of the fuselage meant that the ceremony was successful and the machine soul was completely awakened. The majestic sage teacher nodded with satisfaction and signaled Delia to proceed to the next step.

The consecrated binary song became louder and faster, meeting the needs of the machine soul in this sacred machine. Just as Delia was concentrating on her consecration ceremony, everything in front of her began to collapse and disintegrate rapidly, and reorganized into a new set of scenes.

The originally suffocating and depressing venue disappeared, and was replaced by a broad hall shining with golden-purple light. The red velvet gauze on the left and right hung low, and in the middle was a Delia who couldn't even look at it with her electronic prosthetic eyes. The majestic throne of its elevated landscape.

"This is, this is the Golden Throne." Delia's murmuring voice echoed in this huge hall. She only knew about this legendary glorious creation from the teacher's words.

It is said that in Holy Terra, the incarnation of the God of All Machines sits on the golden throne connected to the entire Star Torch, using his shining light enough to be caught in the terrible torrent of the warp storm. The divine power watches over everything in the empire.

No one can understand the meaning of that golden and majestic throne, so they can only perform the simplest consecration ceremony to pray devoutly to it. In more than ten thousand years, the Star Torch has never dimmed, and the Golden Throne has never stopped operating. The machine soul guided by the incarnation of Omnisiah maintains the operation of the sacred legacy with unbelievable stability and compliance.

"Delia, come here."

"Yes, it is the voice of the incarnation of the god." Delia followed the guidance of the voice and approached the mountain-like golden throne. With every step she took, she felt that she was getting smaller and smaller. She was simply not worth mentioning in front of such a miracle. .

After crossing the golden cables flowing with electric energy, Delia finally arrived at the center of the throne, where Lin Fan's figure was waiting for her.

"I...I..." Delia had no idea what kind of expressions and movements she should use to face the sacred Lin Fan at this time. The luster on his body surrounded him like a corona. Beside him, the finely rotating golden gears behind him were tightly assembled, and there was no discordant sound of metal friction and collision during the complicated transmission and operation.

"Delia, come close to me."

Delia felt that all parts of her body jumped for joy at Lin Fan's call. All the holy codes displayed in the data plug-in showed amazing joy. She felt that what she looked at was so unforgettably precious. , which made her excited body leak slightly.

After approaching Lin Fan, Delia was pulled into his arms. Delia was at a loss and did not dare to move, letting Lin Fan's hands hold her gently.

Looking into Lin Fan's gentle eyes, Delia felt that her life was enough and she had no regrets anymore.

Lin Fan, the incarnation of Slaanesh, felt extremely happy and delighted at the corruption of his dreams. This Mechanic Priest was so addicted to Lin Fan that he only needed to give her a gentle push in the back. The little one who is the God of Wanji will sink into my arms.

Lin Fan changed his movements, holding Delia's waist with one hand, and gently taking off his Roman robe with the other hand.

What did Delia see? She saw that the upper body of Lin Fan disguised by Slaanesh was wrapped in a transparent unknown material. Inside was a more complex and delicate mechanical structure. Those heavily wound coils and rationally laid cables were This mortal-sized upper body is perfectly accommodated, and the position of its heart is replaced by another ultra-miniature sun core. The solar radiation in it shines on Delia through the strong gravity shield rotating around it. on the face.

"Oh my gosh, these gears, this mechanism..."

Delia's eyes were straight, and she was observing all the internal structures of Lin Fan with her excited eyes as if appreciating. She unconsciously stretched out a hand towards Lin Fan in this mood, as if she wanted to touch the god's body with her own hands.

Salish felt the body that was subconsciously created in Delia's dream and was speechless. The most beautiful and most lustful scene that this innocent little girl who had never been taught to feel the beauty of both sexes could imagine. It's the damn corpse emperor's toilet and this cold body without any flesh and blood.

"She will definitely be very interested in the Necrontyr." Sha Lishi silently gave Delia a precise label. After deciding to corrupt her and get happiness from Lin Fan, he asked her to fight with those metal soulless people. Let's have fun with the skeleton. I haven't tried this kind of play with Salix before, and I feel excited just thinking about it.

"Want to feel it?"

Delia nodded wildly.

"Asking for permission."

Delia's tears were about to flow, and her hands could touch this sacred body immediately.

boom! With a loud noise, Delia fell from the throne and fell to the hard ground. The magnificent golden throne disappeared, and the graceful body of the God of All Machines disappeared, leaving only Delia. The familiar scene of the fuselage heating up.

"Middle deck area A134? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no!!!"

Delia knelt on the ground, holding her head and wailing. She was just a little bit close again. Last time, she was just a little bit able to perform a mission with the incarnation of the God of All Machines. She was very happy. This time, she was just a little bit close to being able to directly touch the sacred body. This pain and anger made Delia's fist hit the ground hard.

There was another bang, and a blood-red serrated ax with a brass-like texture crashed down from the upper deck, landing right next to Delia.

"Why did you give me an ax?"

Delia, who picked up the ax, heard the ax talking to her: "Behind you."

Looking back, the damn patriarch who was killed by him today appeared in front of him again.

Delia's anger suddenly surged up, and she rushed forward with an axe: "It's you again! It's you again! Die for me!!!"

The patriarch waved his hands repeatedly to signal Delia to calm down and not be impulsive, but the words changed from his mouth, and a roar with the unique style of the patriarch came out.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"

Under the horrified gaze of the clan leader, Delia's ax also arrived. The ax hit the clan leader's left leg, completely cutting it off. Purple blood spurted out, and the clan leader's painful wail resounded through the cabin.