Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Looking at her expression, Lawson chuckled.

"Can't bear to die?"

The keeper stared at him coldly.

"No demon wants to become the ashes in your stomach."

"That's the truth."

Lawson nodded.

"Then let's talk."

The keeper of the secret slowly stood up.

Her current human form was slightly taller than Lawson. Her long purple hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the short horns on her forehead reflected the light of her dark gold necklace.

That form still carried the danger inherent in a high-level demon.

The collar kept her in this form, preventing her from freely reverting to her true form as the Keeper of Secrets.

She raised her chin.

"Human, you don't really think that a collar can make me submit."

"Whether we submit or not is irrelevant."

"Just listen to me," said Lawson.

The keeper of the secret sneered.

"You are very vulgar."

"Get used to it gradually."

Anger flared in her eyes again, but she quickly suppressed it.

She is neither a low-level succubus nor a Slaanesh hound that only screams and pounces on its prey.

The Keeper of the Secret is a high-ranking demon under Slaanesh's command.

She is adept at seduction, deals, betrayal, verbal traps, and exploiting the gaps in one's soul.

She was well aware of the situation at hand.

The stupidest choice right now is not to kneel down.

He continued to be stubborn until Lawson chopped off his head with an axe.

Lawson looked at her lazily.

"Don't think that being my pet is beneath you."

The keeper's eyes twitched slightly.

Lawson continued, "This is your chance."

"Maybe after I kill Slaanesh, I'll let you sit in that position again."

The keeper was taken aback at first.

The next instant, her long hair moved without wind, and a storm of desire seemed to explode deep within her pupils.

"Insanity!"

The collar immediately lit up with golden flames, forcefully suppressing her surging demonic aura back into human form.

She enunciated each word, her voice finally revealing the sharp malice inherent in her demonic nature.

"You think you can touch the gods just because you killed a few groups of low-level demons and smashed one of Khorne's mad dogs?"

"The Lord of Pleasure sits deep within the sixfold palace, and countless desires are but His robes; the fall of countless civilizations is but a drop of dew on His fingertips."

"You haven't even experienced His true gaze!"

Lawson waited until she finished speaking before letting out a cold laugh.

There's no need to pretend to be loyal to me.

The keeper's face stiffened.

Lawson looked at her.

"Don't you warp demons know what kind of people you are?"

"What's the name of that chief archmage under Khorne, Rand?"

The keeper of the secret was taken aback.

Then, the anger on her face became subtle.

“Skabrand”.

"Yes, that's it."

Lawson waved his hand.

"Didn't that fool also betray Khorne and chop him with an axe? It seems like Slaanesh instigated it, right?"

The keeper of the secret suppressed his anger.

“Scarbrand’s betrayal was a conspiracy by the Lord of Change, not by my Lord.”

Lawson raised an eyebrow: "Not Slaanesh?"

Disdain surfaced in the eyes of the keeper of the secret.

"You can't even get such basic secrets right, yet you dare to talk about the positions of the gods?"

Lawson showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

"It doesn't matter, don't worry about these details."

The keeper stared intently at him.

Lawson shrugged.

"Anyway, you warp demons are all birds of a feather."

"Can't understand?"

"That means none of you are any good."

The keeper's chest heaved slightly.

For the first time, she felt that the despicable nature of this human before her surpassed that of many imperial judges.

The judge would at least hold up a holy book, recite a bunch of ridiculous scriptures, and then call the devil something unclean.

Lawson is different.

He didn't even give it a sense of ceremony.

Those who keep secrets hate this kind of gaze.

But she also saw something else in that gaze.

He seems to have actually included the gods in some long-term list.

It's just not our turn yet.

A chill ran through the keeper of the secret.

Then, that chill was replaced by another, more dangerous thought.

Demons do not understand loyalty like mortals do.

Even though the Keeper of the Secrets calls Slaanesh "my lord," and even though she has an innate awe and fascination with the power of the Lord of Pleasure, the Great Demon's ego is still extremely strong.

In Slaanesh’s court, every Keeper of Secrets craves more attention.

They also yearn to surpass their kind.

Given the opportunity to climb upwards, they will not turn a blind eye to the word "loyalty."

However, the vast majority of opportunities are illusions.

Kolosen is no ordinary mortal.

He does indeed possess something that can completely kill a demon.

He can intercept souls in the warp.

He has already torn apart the Primarch.

If one day he really does point his knife at the Palace of Pleasure...

The keeper of the secret forcibly nipped the idea in the bud.

Too dangerous.

Just thinking about it is like setting fire to the six gates of a palace.

The collar suddenly felt slightly warm.

Her expression changed.

Lawson looked at her.

What are you thinking about?

The keeper of secrets said coldly, "It's none of your business."

"It concerns me now."

The collar lit up a little more.

The Keeper immediately felt her soul being bound by some kind of restriction. With just a thought from Lawson, this collar could shatter her physical form and then devour her soul with golden fire and the system.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

"If I submit to you for ten thousand years."

She changed the way she addressed her, but still refused to back down.

What will you ask me to do?

Lawson looked her up and down.