Warhammer: Empire Reboot

"Especially when he turned around and looked at me..."

"That cold, domineering gaze, which doesn't allow anyone to refuse, almost melted my heart, which has been beating for millions of years."

? ? ? ?

What kind of tone is this? What kind of manner is this?

In the shadows, Urkasi's surgical arm paused slightly, and Salkahn frowned as well.

wrong!!!

It's perfectly normal for the goddess of life to thank her savior.

But when these words came from the mouth of an ancient deity who had been imprisoned for over ten thousand years, they carried an indescribable strangeness.

Ilancia continued to comb Isa's hair, and said softly, "Lord Lawson is indeed powerful, but he is also an extremely domineering ruler."

"He doesn't believe in any gods, and he won't keep his distance from you just because you're a goddess of the Spirit Clan. What would you do if one day, in order to completely control the Spirit Clan, he asked you to serve him in bed at night?"

Salkahn doubted he had heard correctly.

Elancia of the Ark Eldar asked the Goddess of Life if she would be willing to serve a human ruler in bed.

Even in Comoros, such words would be considered blasphemous.

Aren't the Eldar the most fond of upholding that set of hypocritical holiness and etiquette?

Isa should be angry, or at least reprimand Ilancia.

However, Isa simply lowered her head and covered her increasingly hot cheeks with her hands.

"Then sleep with him."

Isa’s fingers peeked out from the edge of her cheek, and there was a hint of shyness in her golden eyes.

"He is my savior."

“I’ve been trapped in Nurgle Garden for so long. Without him, I would still be stuck in the black pond, getting new plagues poured into me by that fat man again and again.”

Her legs were gently brought together under her skirt, and her body shifted uncomfortably.

"It's only natural that he wants me to repay him. Since he's so assertive, how could I possibly refuse?"

Even the Blood Gate Master, who was used to all sorts of twisted experiments in Comoros, was momentarily at a loss for words to describe the scene before him.

Isa continued, "I'll do whatever he wants me to do, whatever he's willing to do."

“If he wants children… I can give him ten, no, a hundred.”

“My divine power can give birth to the healthiest and strongest life, and he will have a group of children who inherit his power and my divinity.”

The shyness in Isha's eyes gradually turned into an undisguised expectation.

“I can also create a garden that belongs only to us for him.”

"Let all the vines grow according to his wishes, and let every flower remember his scent."

"No matter how he wants to use my body, I can always recover, as many times as I want."

As she spoke, her hands slowly fell, her fingertips sliding down the hem of her skirt.

"I will show him what kind of joy the power of life can bring besides healing and reproduction!!!"

"I'm so excited!"

Salkahn's eye twitched, stunned by the bizarre scene before him.

Is this really Isa?

The Creator Mother in the mythology of the Spirit Race?

The goddess who symbolizes love, fertility, and new life in ancient legends?

She had just escaped from Nurgle Garden and was already planning to have a hundred children with a human, even actively researching how to use her life power to please him.

Urkashi finally couldn't hold back any longer and opened the squad communicator: "What exactly did the Plague Lord do to her? Did soaking her in the cauldron of corruption for ten thousand years rot her brain too?"

The team members were so shocked they didn't know how to respond.

Karamok continued to stare at the greenhouse.

He had no interest in Eldar mythology, nor did he care whether Isha had gone mad.

The divine essence remains, the life force remains, and the body is intact—that is enough.

Salkahn did not give the order immediately.

As he watched Isha's actions, his unease grew stronger.

As she spoke, the plants around her did indeed grow.

There were no obvious problems with the fluctuations in divine nature.

Ilancia's appearance, clothing, and aura all match the intelligence.

But their conversation felt too deliberate.

It's as if someone knows in advance that there are audience members in the shadows, and deliberately performs the most absurd and blasphemous content for them to see.

Salkahn's gaze fell on Isa's neck.

Her long blonde hair covered most of her skin.

Occasionally, a strand of hair would slip away with the movement, revealing a small patch of fair skin on the side of her neck.

There seemed to be a very thin, dark golden light there.

He tried to see clearly.

Isa turned around, and her long hair covered her neck again.

Urkashi urged, "Commander-in-Chief, we can't wait any longer. It's better if she's insane. As long as her divine essence is intact, whether she's mentally sound or not is completely unimportant."

"Then get started, and hurry up, something feels off!"

Salkahn finally waved his hand.

The Nightmare Warrior simultaneously removed his disguise.

The protective layer on the surface of the heavy armor went out, and the power greatsword sprang into his hand from behind.

Salkahn and Urkasi burst out of the shadows.

The Heart of Night folded the surrounding space, allowing Salkahn to leap dozens of meters in one step and appear directly in front of the soft couch.

All six surgical arms behind Urkasi were extended.

The restraint needles, the nerve freezer, and the dark matter chains all point at Isa.

"Goddess of Life! Comoros is your final resting place!"

"Come with us!"

The two women in the greenhouse showed no signs of panic.

They simply turned their heads at the same time to look at the suddenly appearing Dark Spirits.

The next moment, Isa smiled.

"Cuckoo..."

Laughter was squeezed out little by little from his throat.

She initially maintained the gentleness expected of a goddess, but soon changed completely.

The voice grew increasingly shrill and unrestrained.

Finally, it morphed into a near-out-of-control maniacal laugh that reverberated throughout the entire greenhouse.

Isa laughed so hard she leaned forward.

Her long, golden hair fell down, and her shoulders trembled.

That originally dignified and compassionate face gradually twisted amidst the laughter, the curve of the corners of the mouth widening, and the eyes filled only with the ecstatic joy of seeing the prey willingly walk into the trap.

Ilancia, who was next to her, also put down her comb and covered her mouth to laugh.

Salkahn had already rushed to within five meters of the two.

He suddenly noticed a detail.

Beneath Isa's flowing blonde hair, a dark gold choker clung tightly to her fair neck.

They also have it in Iran, and the style is exactly the same!

Why would the goddess of life wear a restraint collar?

Why is Ilancia wearing it too?

The moment this thought arose, the two figures on the soft couch blurred, and the sacred life force quickly faded away.

Her long golden hair turned purple, and Ilancia's original silver hair transformed into black strands that reached her waist.

The long dress, a blend of pure white and emerald green, was like a torn disguise, shattering inch by inch on the surface of the two rapidly changing bodies.

The dignified Mother of Creation has vanished.

The Eldar noblewoman of Saim-Han also disappeared.

On the soft couch appeared two tall, alluring women with exaggerated curves.

The dark-haired woman stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth; the shyness she had shown moments before was completely gone.

She looked at the Dark Elf race rushing towards her as if she were seeing a feast delivered to her doorstep.

A sweet, exotic fragrance suddenly exploded, and the flowers and plants in the greenhouse quickly deformed.

The vines grew tongues, and the flower stamens split open, revealing fine teeth.

A powerful pressure originating from the deepest part of the soul enveloped the entire palace.

Salkahn's pupils shrank to slits.

The divine restraint device, which had originally locked onto the life essence, instantly transformed into two clumps of pleasurable essence capable of corrupting the entire device.

The Blood Gate Master finally understood what those increasingly explicit words meant.

That wasn't because the goddess of life had gone mad; rather, it was because two Slaanesh creatures were deliberately sitting there, putting on a show for them.