Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

Sensing Slaanesh's power, Rhonin noticed that Slaanesh's familiar was spying on him from the corner.

With a thought, the several familiars who were peeking from the corner were instantly bound in mid-air by an invisible force, unable to move.

He didn't even need to think; several long whips carrying tingling electric currents materialized in the void and landed precisely on them, eliciting a series of delicate moans of fear and delight.

The feeling of being able to control everything with just one's thoughts filled Luo Ning with a strong sense of pleasure.

He finally understood why countless mortals, even Space Marines and Astronaut generals, would willingly kneel at the feet of Chaos.

This power, which allows one to break through the limits of mortals without paying a price, is enough to drive anyone mad.

But what alarmed him even more was that he could clearly sense that the essence of this power was neither illusion nor brute force, but rather absolute control over "desire".

He could clearly sense the desires, fears, and joys in the hearts of these familiars, and could even amplify or soothe their emotions with just his thoughts.

But the next second, Luo Ning felt only emptiness, as if the power had only surged into his body for a moment and then dissipated, while the familiars fell heavily to the ground.

"Are you feeling lost, my dear? You won't even open your soul to me. Even if you can steal my power, it will never truly belong to you."

The Queen of Pleasure rested on Luo Ning's shoulder, her eyes filled with seductive allure. She had regained her usual radiance, and there was no trace of her previous dejection.

"Can you tell me the answer I want now?"

Rhonin gently patted Slaanesh's head, as if he were the master of this world.

It was a magical feeling, and even Luo Ning was surprised by his own sense of entitlement.

But the Lord of Pleasure didn't care that Ron Ning had crossed the line. He just smiled foolishly and pulled Ron Ning back to his round bed.

"While Nurgle's power cannot corrupt you, his plague did attempt to harm you when you came into contact with him. However, your unique and alluring physique successfully rejected Nurgle's power. It's that simple."

As Slaanesh spoke, she swung her long, shapely legs as if showing off.

Ronin couldn't help but admire them; those legs were indeed very beautiful. But he didn't forget his question: "You still haven't answered why you could sense that I had been in contact with Nurgle."

"Because of the smell, my dear, it's that simple." Slaanesh looked at Rhonin with a mocking expression. "Although he failed to corrupt you, your body did react, or in mortal terms, it was an inflammation. And the source of this inflammation was the contamination of you by Nurgle, so naturally I could smell it."

Although Luo Ning's words were somewhat vague, he understood them. At least he was certain of one thing: he no longer needed to worry.

In high spirits, Luo Ning couldn't help but kiss the beauty beside him before standing up.

"Scumbag, just like always, he left me after getting what he wanted." Who would have thought that the great Lord of Pleasure would speak in such a childish tone? Ronning turned to look at her and saw Slaanesh lying on the bed looking at Ronning with eyes full of grievance.

Seeing her adorable appearance, Luo Ning tossed aside the clothes he was holding and pulled the most perfect woman in the world back into his arms.

After the chaotic battle, the great Lord of Pleasure nestled gently in Rhonin's arms, his cherry-like lips occasionally emitting satisfied moans.

"Why me? The great Lord of Pleasure has countless men at his disposal, so why are you so devoted to me, even setting aside time for me? I thought the gods in the void were all very busy."

Luo Ning gently stroked the Lord of Pleasure's smooth hair and couldn't help but ask.

Slaanesh raised his head, a hint of a smile in his hazy eyes.

"Because you're funny, your soul is different," she said, poking Ronin's chest.

"You're right, powerful people, crazy people, infatuated people, and perverted people. In my palace, anyone can become my plaything, but those kinds of people are the most boring."

"You alone are special; your soul is so perfect that it is untouchable, and your spirit does not submit to any will."

"I can sense that you also have your own cowardice and weakness, but you are also amazing. You are more adapted to a place like the warp than to the real universe. It's as if you don't belong there."

She paused here, then gazed quietly into Luo Ning's eyes with a captivating smile.

"That's right, darling, I guessed right, didn't I? In the subspace where the laws of reality are completely overturned, you are actually more at home, because you don't belong to the real universe at all."

"Or should I say that the real universe isn't real to you either?"

Listening to Slaanesh's words, Rhonin could only sigh, "As expected of the true god of the Warhammer 40 world, he has seen through Rhonin's true nature in just a few brief meetings."

However, Rhonin remained calm. Even if Slaanesh discovered that he did not belong to this world, there was nothing he could do about it.

He gently touched the perfect, smooth face on his chest and said with a smile, "So? What are you planning?"

"It's a secret, my dear. I'll tell you when you're willing to open your soul to me." Slaanesh's smile held a hint of cunning.

"Look at what you're saying, are you Slaanesh or Tzeentch?" Ronin shook his head helplessly, only to find that the Lord of Pleasure in his arms had changed his expression, and the infinite tenderness he had shown before was gone.

She jumped up instantly, playfully punching Luo Ning's chest with her fist, "Pah! To compare me to that madman is an insult to me!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, it was my fault." Ronin quickly apologized. He was well aware that, apart from Tzeentch's followers, no one liked him, whether they were gods in the warp or people in the real universe.

Slaanesh, in particular, has been tricked by Tzeentch countless times, and mentioning his name is indeed unlucky for her.

Upon hearing Luo Ning's words, the great Lord of Pleasure's expression instantly changed, reverting to her previous little girl demeanor as she obediently nestled against Luo Ning's chest. "You're smart enough to know what's good for you, hmph."

Luo Ning gently patted her head and asked curiously, "You still haven't answered me. Shouldn't you gods be very busy? Is it really appropriate for you to waste so much time with me?"

Slaanesh raised his head, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at Ronin.

But in the next second, the walls of the room they were in suddenly changed, as if they became transparent, or as if they were displaying images themselves.

Luo Ning looked around, and there, above him, were the desires of countless people.

From the most basic lust to an obsession with art, from brutal morbidity to unwavering devotion until death.

Countless thoughts mingled together and flooded the room, as if billions of people were simultaneously wailing in pain in my ears. Yet, the sounds were also like endless sweet moans, ecstatic laughter, or bewitching allure.

But only Slaanesh's voice echoed in Ronin's mind, crystal clear.

"What is with you is only a part of me. This entire palace is my embodiment. I am both by your side and omnipresent."

She propped herself up with her arms and looked down at Luo Ning.

"Don't you yearn for this power? The desires of mortals in this world are endless, and I wish to share my power with you."