Warhammer: Empire Reboot

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The collar emitted a low hum at the same time.

A golden light flashed.

Both of them stopped fighting at the same time.

The keeper's fingernails retracted.

The appendages on Qianxian's back also drooped back to the edge of her robe.

They stopped because the burning of the golden fire would alert Lawson.

Qianxian sat back down on the bed first.

"A temporary ceasefire."

The keeper withdrew his fingers and sat cross-legged again.

"reason?"

“We are all slaves under Lawson.”

Qianxian's tone became pragmatic, "Suppressing each other will only make the master think that we are both useless. Our camp is already annoying enough in his eyes. If the two of us fight every day and annoy him, he may just throw us both into the golden fire to burn."

The keeper thought for two seconds.

"Makes sense."

Let's unite.

Qianxian held up a finger and drew a circle in the air. "At least in front of the master, they act like two well-coordinated subordinates. In private..."

She glanced at the keeper.

"……casual."

The keeper of the secret snorted, which was taken as agreement.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Qianxian couldn't help but speak:

"Seriously."

The keeper of secrets watched her.

"You've been under his control for so long, have you slept with him yet?"

The keeper's expression changed slightly.

"No."

The answer was too fast.

Qianxian's eyes lit up.

The Keeper of the Secret immediately added: “I don’t have your low tastes, nor does my master. He maintains a high degree of vigilance and deep disgust towards everything in our camp. I’ve tried the most subtle hints, the most unintentional contact, and the forms that are closest to the pinnacle of human aesthetics.”

She paused for a moment.

"Physiological response: zero."

Qianxian narrowed his eyes.

The keeper looked at her, his tone cold and proud:

“It’s not that I’m not charming enough. He’s genuinely uninterested; his master has transcended base desires.”

She was lying, of course.

She wouldn't tell Qianxian that on Star Three, the master and the four battle nuns' treatment lasted until midnight.

Qianxian chuckled.

"You're just not interested in me, right?"

The keeper's eyes turned cold.

Qianxian leaned against the wall and said lazily, "I think he's quite interested in that little bean sprout."

"Ilancia?"

"It's her."

Qianxian seemed to be appraising a complex collectible.

“You didn’t go to Saim-Han, so you don’t know. He grabbed her wrist, stood up for her in front of the Eldar, and brought her into the Starfire Court. There’s something familiar about those actions.”

The keeper did not respond.

Qianxian spoke for her.

Possessiveness.

The keeper tapped the collar lightly with his finger.

Qianxian looked down and admired her human form.

Slender, voluptuous, every curve has been honed by tens of thousands of years of aesthetic and seductive experience.

She looked down at her chest, then looked up at the imagined Ilancia.

"I don't understand."

Her confusion was so genuine it was almost offensive.

"What's so good about that little bean sprout? It's cold, withered, and as proud as an unsoaked branch of spirit bone. Mine..."

She traced her own outline with her finger.

"Bigger than her head."

The keeper rolled his eyes.

"He thought we were dirty."

Qianxian looked at her.

The person keeping the secret spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Don't forget who we are: Slaanesh, creations of the Warp, offspring of one of the four Chaos Gods. No matter how beautiful our forms are, in his eyes, our souls are nothing but things soaked in the pus of the Warp."

Qianxian is dissatisfied.

"That's because you don't know how to sell."

She twirled her black hair with her fingers.

"Our advantage lies precisely in the soul. The body is so boring. It can be reshaped, recolored, changed in bone structure, or changed in race. After a thousand times, it is still just a shell. But the soul of the Great Demon Slaanesh contains tens of thousands of years of experience, tens of thousands of years of sounds, postures, pain, and desires."

She became more and more engrossed in her speech.

“Every change of form is new, every reshaping is molecularly pure. Where is there dirt? It's cleaner than some of the saintesses in their empire. If he wants, I can be human, I can be an elf, I can be anything…”

"Save it."

The keeper interrupted her.

"Even if you turn yourself into a breathing sanctuary, he still won't touch you."

Qianxian frowned and thought for a while.

Then she suddenly leaned close to the Keeper's ear and whispered.

"Then you tell me..."

The person keeping the secret instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Qianxian whispered, "What if I transform into a fake emperor? Would Master be interested?"

The keeper's expression went through four stages in an instant: shock, fear, anger, and the urge to report immediately.

"Are you crazy?!"

"I was just thinking casually."

"Don't even think about it! If you're courting death, don't drag me down with you!"

The keeper was so anxious he almost gritted his teeth.

"The image of the false emperor is the highest taboo of the empire. If you become like that, the golden fire will burn you through from the inside out. More importantly, He is not dead yet."

Qianxian blinked.

The keeper stared at her.

"Do you think He would tolerate a Slaanesh demon wearing His face walking around in front of His people?"

Qianxian pouted: "That's not necessarily true."

The keeper almost reached out to cover her mouth.

Qianxian muttered to herself, "What if the fake emperor himself finds it interesting?"

The Keeper of the Secrets had absolutely no desire to speak to her anymore.

She turned around, her back to Qianxian, and began arranging the skulls again.

Qianxian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the gray walls and the cold white light strips, and sighed deeply.

"When will it be able to devour its master...?"

The skull in the Keeper of the Secrets paused for a moment.

"Do you want to eat him, or do you want to be eaten by him?"