Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

Slaanesh looked up, taking in the scene that surrounded the two of them, and showed great interest.

"Interesting. Is this how mortals in your world imagine war?" She turned to look at Ronin. Clearly, although it took a very short time, the great Lord of Pleasure had already read the entire content.

Ronin nodded and respectfully asked, "In the opinion of the Great Lord of Pleasure, which of the fighting techniques in these images are useful?"

"The vast majority of them have practical significance, but unfortunately, they are too limited. At the same time, the images in your mind are more based on imagination than reality."

Slaanesh walked before each scene like a connoisseur, his face devoid of its usual allure, replaced by a professional scrutiny.

"For example, this man, holding a short knife to meet a long-handled weapon, looks like he's making very professional moves in artistic embellishment, but in reality, he'd probably be cleaved in two along with the knife."

Luo Ning couldn't help but laugh as he watched the footage of the street battle.

Almost identical to what Slaanesh said, many people on Chinese forums have also discussed how fake this street battle was, such as how long-handled weapons completely abandoned their length advantage, and the scene of short swords blocking large swords.

Fans were excited about it, but those who didn't like it thought it was too fake.

But at least the Great Lord of Pleasure shares the same thoughts as Rhonin.

"Let's just leave things that clearly violate the laws of physics out of the question; we don't need to include them in our calculations." Ronin and Slaanesh exchanged a smile. Slaanesh then raised his hand and waved it lightly, and large swaths of images instantly disappeared. Immediately afterward, other images automatically filled the empty spaces.

Throughout this process, Slaanesh wore a smile, the kind of tolerant smile an adult gives to a child, which made Ronin feel very uncomfortable.

"Why do you always have that smile on your face?" Luo Ning finally couldn't help but ask.

Slaanesh turned his head, his eyes revealing tenderness, "I just didn't expect you to be so childish and naive."

Seeing Luo Ning's puzzled expression, Slaanesh raised his hand, and in an instant, it was as if countless memories were poured into his mind, and Luo Ning felt dizzy and disoriented.

Endless carnage and bloodshed instantly filled Rhonin's vision. It was the memory of the Slaanesh, the dying cries of countless demons, and the death throes of fallen humans facing the Assassin's Court.

The endless war in this world has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and Slaanesh can sense the thoughts of every one of her offspring and followers.

At that moment, when she revealed these tens of thousands of years of memories to Luo Ning, he felt that he could hardly bear it. It took him a long time to finally recover.

"Baby, aren't you afraid my brain will burn out if you just force-feed me memories like this?" Luo Ning panted, looking up at the Lord of Pleasure beside him.

"My dear, you really underestimate your potential." But the Lord of Pleasure was clearly not worried. She just smiled sweetly and said, "After reading the memories of the 20,000-year war, do you understand? In the face of absolute speed and power, any technique is meaningless."

Looking into Slaanesh's eyes, Rhonin thought for only a moment before replying, "Yes, I understand."

The Lord of Pleasure simply smiled alluringly, "That's how it is, my dear. So instead of learning those mortal fighting techniques, you'd better just listen to me and leave everything to me."

"How many times have I told you? What I want is a life in the mortal world." Ronin stepped forward, pulled Slaanesh into his arms, and stared into her eyes as he said, word by word, "Besides, that's what you say, but you've deliberately ignored one point: when strength and speed are equal, only those with rich experience and superior combat skills can survive."

"snort!"

Slaanesh had already escaped from Luo Ning's arms with a twist of her body. Her alluring little mouth was slightly pouted, and her eyes looked at Luo Ning with a hint of coquettishness.

"You're such a boring guy. What good does being so always rational do you?"

"Then you don't need to worry about it," Luo Ning replied with a smile.

Seeing Luo Ning's expression, Slaanesh was helpless. "Sit down, my dear. Since you insist, I will grant your wish."

"Thank you, baby." Luo Ning sat on the edge of the bed, preparing himself for the mental onslaught of the massive amount of memories that was about to hit him.

Slaanesh silently walked barefoot onto the bed and gently placed his hand behind Ronin's head.

In the next second, Luo Ning felt a wave of dizziness and a sharp pain in his head. Time seemed to stand still, or perhaps a second turned into a thousand years.

When he reopened his eyes and stood up unsteadily.

He sensed the difference in his body; although he was still the same person, everything felt different.

Even the slightest sound will instantly trigger a dozen or more plans to deal with a surprise attack.

Even a fingertip gliding through the air can instinctively produce the most effortless yet deadly attack.

"You not only infused me with the martial arts from the movies, but also added those from this world?" He turned around in surprise to look at the perfect goddess behind him.

The Lord of Pleasure's smile carried a hint of smugness, and his slightly raised chin made him look exceptionally cute.

"Since you're going to learn, why not learn more? Your head can hold it all." She smiled sweetly, even less of her usual glamorousness. "Darling, remember, you owe me a favor."

Luo Ning took that slender little hand and pressed it against his cheek. "I have a feeling that I will owe you a favor in the future, and each one will be bigger than the last."

Hearing Luo Ning's words, the Queen of Pleasure was not angry; instead, a hint of provocation appeared on her face.

"Then why don't you repay this favor to me now?" She slowly leaned back against the headboard of her huge round bed, looking at Luo Ning with a provocative gaze.

Luo Ning smiled slightly, leaned down along the edge of the bed, and gently kissed her from the instep of her delicate feet upwards, finally embracing this great master of pleasure and kissing her deeply.

When everything calmed down, the two embraced each other, exhausted, savoring the lingering warmth. Even Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, couldn't help but sigh inwardly that perhaps only this man in the world could bring her such satisfaction.

An independent soul that cannot be touched or corrupted by her, possessing power in her domain that is almost equal to her own.

He is never humble or arrogant, never flattering or fearful, and always maintains a state of equal communication with himself.

Instead of generating hostility, all of this aroused her unprecedented infatuation.

She couldn't help but think that if one day Luo Ning really chose to fall into depravity, things might not be so interesting anymore.

But at that moment, she heard Luo Ning sigh slowly, as if he was thinking about something.