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Chapter 91 The Shame of Waking Up After Being Drunk

At the banquet to welcome the return of Leman Russ, the imperial family banquet was brilliantly lit, and the magnificent hall was filled with rich aromas and laughter.

However, at this moment of celebration, a sudden series of bangs broke the silence, and then those noble and powerful Primarchs fell unconscious on the luxurious tables one after another.

Even the Primarchs, the Regents of the Imperium and the Emperor's greatest creations – beings endowed with immense power and wisdom – succumbed to the blood wine that swelled with the sound of war drums and the stirrings of heroism.

They all seemed unable to resist the temptation of this magical wine. They drank one glass after another until after four glasses, they finally passed out.

"Are you all drunk?"

A majestic voice echoed in the empty hall. It was the voice of the Emperor, and his words revealed an indescribable complex emotion.

"Well, after all, that dog's blood is considered the blood of a god, and it contains immeasurable power and mystery. It's normal for children to get drunk."

Another voice responded, emerging from the Regent's body, its tone filled with understanding and tolerance for the Primarchs.

The Emperor spoke with psychic power, and she spoke with psychic power as well.

Upon hearing this, the emperor finally put aside his brief paternal pride and held the wine jug tightly in his arms.

He raised his head and pointed the wine jug directly into his mouth, letting the blood wine, which represented endless killing and blood, pour in like a waterfall.

As the blood wine flowed into the Emperor's dead and final mouth, a blood-red wave rose up, which was the remembrance of the past years of killing and the expectation of endless killing in the future.

Finally, with the Emperor's Adam's apple rolling, the blood wine was completely consumed, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air. The Emperor made a soft smacking sound, as if savoring the unique flavor of the blood wine.

In his eyes, the twelve glasses of wine in front of the Regent had been filled, and the small glasses were quietly arranged there, waiting for something.

"No need to leave any for them," said the emperor. His eyes swept across the wine glass on the table, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, and he wanted to taste the delicious blood wine again.

But when he realized that it was the wine that the Regent had specially left for the children, but he just wanted to drink it, so he had to let the children suffer and let their father enjoy it.

"Alpharius is on a mission. Leila and the others are dispensable. After all, Huile has already drunk it. As a father, I should protect the children from these possible temptations and prevent them from being affected by the corruption of the Blood God."

Xi heard this and nodded slightly.

"Hmm, that's right. He is indeed the emperor we are familiar with."

When the emperor saw Xi nod, a warm feeling surged in his heart. The nod meant that she agreed.

He stood up and walked to Xi's side, his fingers unconsciously reaching for the glass of tempting blood wine.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the wine glass, the Regent's hand gently slapped his hand away.

"Take Rus to rest," Xi said softly, her gaze resting tenderly on his newly returned heir, the Wolf Prince. "He's exhausted from the journey, having come all the way to Terra, and so has Horus. They need rest, and as elders, we should take good care of them."

"How could a Primarch be so exhausted from all this travel? Tired? If that were all, why would I have been a Primarch in the first place?" He muttered, but his steps were unwavering. He carried the two Russ as if they were feathers, and walked step by step from the palace back to the imperial palace.

On the Emperor's shoulders, Rus and Horus lay quietly, their breathing steady and even, as if they were enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Finally, the emperor finally walked into a room in the palace.

He gently placed Leman Russ and Horus on the bed, one on top of the other, facing each other.

Their faces were almost touching, and their warm breaths intertwined in the air, forming a strange picture.

The Emperor's choice to place the two Primarchs together was not due to any particular strategic considerations, but rather because he felt that opening a second room would cost him a few seconds, which he did not enjoy.

In his view, time is power, every second is crucial and should not be wasted easily.

After arranging the two Primarchs, the Emperor quietly left the room and returned to his own chambers.

Time passed quickly, the sun was high in the sky, and golden light filled the entire palace, making this magnificent building even more brilliant and dazzling.

Horus woke up in a daze. He instinctively touched the ground beneath him and felt a body covered in hair and strong muscles, and a chest that rose and fell with his breathing.

His first reaction was that this was the Emperor.

But then, the Primarch's mind began to work rapidly, and he realized that the Emperor did not have that much hair on his body. Although his muscles were solid, they appeared smooth and beautiful.

This thought made Horus a little flustered. He didn't even want to open his eyes, afraid that he would see that the person under him was not the Emperor, but someone else.

That would be an unacceptable horror for him.

However, Horus was a very strong Primarch after all. He used his will to fight against laziness and fear and forced his eyes open.

But the scene before him shocked him. This was not the emperor he had been thinking about, but the Russ brothers he hated the most.

At this moment, all of Horus' sleepiness disappeared, and instead, Horus let out a very sharp scream. This sound penetrated the entire palace, breaking all the tranquility.

His screams woke up Brother Russ beneath him. Leman Russ rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Horus with a blank face.

"What's wrong? Horus, why are you shouting?" Rus asked in confusion.

But he only saw and heard Horus's whispers echoing in the empty corridor, like a soul that had lost its direction, running blindly, as if trying to escape from this world that made him feel ashamed and uneasy.

"I'm not clean, I'm not clean anymore. It can't be like this, father, ah father, will you despise me for being unclean?" His voice was full of despair and self-blame, and every word was like a sharp knife, cutting his heart.

Horus's behavior made Leman Russ stunned on the bed for a long time before he came to his senses.

He looked at the direction where Horus left, his heart filled with confusion and puzzlement.

He didn't know why Horus suddenly became so neurotic, nor did he know how to deal with the situation.

"Horus, what's wrong with you?" Leman Russ muttered to himself. He tried to understand Horus's behavior, but he could not think of a reasonable explanation.

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Chapter 92 Jianqi: You parents, please be more careful!

Hui Le felt extremely uncomfortable all over at this moment. His consciousness seemed to be stuck in a quagmire because of the blood wine, and it was chaotic and heavy.

In a daze, she felt a pair of hands caressing the softest and most sensitive parts of her body with irresistible force. The touch was cold and burning, as if to crush her dignity and will.

She struggled desperately, but it was as if she was trapped in a nightmare. Her body was out of control and she could only let those hands bully her. Then her whole body was pressed down hard, as if she had become someone's exclusive doll, powerless and desperate.

"When will they wake up?"

Leila asked with her arms crossed and a frown on her face, but her eyes never left the scene in front of her, flashing with curiosity and excitement.

"I don't know, but Huile hasn't woken up yet in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. Humph, I think she's probably enjoying this situation."

Lareo curled his lips into a knowing, playful smile, his eyes revealing a disgusting certainty.

"Europe"

Leila drew out her tone and uttered a meaningful "oh", with a faint smile on her face, and then she started fiddling with the recording equipment in her hand. In her eyes, recording this strange scene was much more important than delving into those obscure problems. What's more, studying Astartes was already an endlessly interesting thing, but with such a special scene before her, perhaps she could dig out some shocking discoveries.

Looking at Hui Le's face, which always showed strength and determination, now unconsciously made by Aurora to look flushed and fragile, there was really a strange and attractive meaning in her. Not to mention that she had a close connection with herself, like another self. Such a contrast made people feel a different and complex and indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"I feel so sorry for her! She's indeed another me. Even though she has a different face, the more I look at her, the more I like her. The more I like her, the more I look at her, hehe."

Leila stared at him without blinking, and kept saying "tsk tsk" in admiration, her face full of obsession and amusement. She leaned forward unconsciously, wanting to see the person in front of her more clearly.

"Yes, yes, you are absolutely right. It is indeed extremely beautiful. Who can resist looking at it?"

Lario echoed from the side, nodding his head like pounding garlic, his eyes fixed on Huile with undisguised admiration in them.

"What can withstand it?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, like a thunderclap.

In an instant, Lario and Lyra's bodies stiffened suddenly, as if they were under a spell of immobilization. Their muscles were tense, they dared not breathe, and they even forgot to breathe. Their hearts were beating wildly in their chests, as if they were going to burst through their chests.

"Oh, I thought so. No wonder it's so slow."

Xi spoke slowly, and with each word he uttered, his figure seemed to solidify a little, bringing with him a tremendous pressure, like a heavy rock, pressing down hard on the shoulders of the two men, making them feel as if they were carrying a tremendous burden. Their figures became smaller and shrunken, and under this pressure, they seemed to be crushed into dust.

"I originally asked you to wake them up for dinner. Why is such a small task so difficult? Is it harder than slaughtering an entire galaxy of greenskins?"

Clap clap clap clap!

A series of crisp and explosive slaps suddenly rang out. The sound of the slaps colliding violently with the flesh, accompanied by a sharp sonic blade, used the sound attack that Slaanesh was good at, and instantly broke through the layer of slight interference "fog" imposed by Slaanesh, and violently woke up the Primarchs immersed in it from their chaotic and confused state.

They opened their eyes sleepily and drowsily, but when they saw the scene clearly, they were so shocked that all their sleepiness disappeared - they saw Leila and Lario were "pasted" on the wall in a big letter shape, looking both embarrassed and funny.

"You two, go take a shower now, and then go eat."

Xi raised his eyes to look at his two daughters. He saw that their hair was soaked with sweat, with strands sticking to their skin in a messy manner. Their faces were tired and sloppy. He frowned slightly and gave orders in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes."

The two of them answered in unison, not daring to delay for even a moment, and walked quickly towards the bathroom with their heads lowered and their eyes submissive.

Everything was done by Tzeentch, and it was all part of Tzeentch's plan.

Tzeentch, the cunning and calculating Chaos God, had actually seen through all the tricks that Slaanesh had secretly set up when the Second and Eleven Primarchs were born.

But He kept silent, and now, taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and the negligence of the Emperor and the Ruler, He quietly deployed the backup plan He had previously laid on the Primarch. Just like a shrewd chess player, He moved the key chess pieces silently, just to eradicate Slaanesh's hidden "secret tricks".

You know, he, Tzeentch, had just gone through a lot of twists and turns to temporarily rescue the eleventh Primarch from the foul and gloomy control of Nurgle.

And if Slaanesh's hidden tricks in the Primarchs are not exposed at this time, then both He and Nurgle will suffer losses, and these two Primarchs will be killed again and become Slaanesh's prey.

When that time really comes, Tzeentch really won't be able to cry. How can one Chaos Slaanesh take two Primarchs?

At that time, Jianqi really wanted to beat up these two parents out of anger. Can't you just be more careful?

I, a Chaos Evil God, care about your sons and children more than you do.

Xi has never been someone who would swallow her anger or accept things passively. In the past, she had built a reputation for her courage and perseverance. Now, facing such chaos, who could tolerate it?

In a twinkling, Xi's soul was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, rapidly climbing to the blazing peak. In that mysterious subspace with surging energy, her giant soul tree suddenly rose from the ground and grew vigorously.

The lush branches and leaves are like a canopy covering the sky, stretching out wantonly towards the direction where Slaanesh is located, layer upon layer, impenetrable, as if to completely isolate and seal the evil place of Slaanesh.

Then, the fallen leaves piled up like a mountain under the giant tree, driven by a powerful force, fluttered up in the air. These fallen leaves were not ordinary. They were all the souls of human beings after their death. With the obsession of purification and revenge, they were wrapped in the whistling wind and rushed towards the realm of Sakya like a surging tide, vowing to cleanse that place of filth.

PS: Today, Tzeentch is also saving the Primarch. Actually, the Chaos Gods have all done some tricks in the Primarch's labs. For example, Mortarion's life was truly orchestrated! His twisted personality was personally shaped by Nurgle. And Angron's schemes are the most blunt, not as careful and subtle as Tzeentch's. Tzeentch's schemes are the most powerful, making you feel that everything you do is right and that your life is smooth sailing. For example, Magnus has always been like the protagonist, everything he does has gone smoothly.

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Chapter 94: Son of the White King

Slaanesh gazed at the falling leaves before him, which transformed into endless heroic spirits, and felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

The Silver Palace was crumbling at this moment, and one of its solid six-ring defense system had been attacked by the pale fire.

In His domain, the pale fire of hatred burned fiercely, like an angry flame spirit wantonly trampling on this territory.

Throughout the long river of history, those outstanding figures who have woven glorious chapters with mankind and left deep imprints have awakened their sleeping souls one after another under the call of the power of the dawn.

With deep hatred for Slaanesh and determination for revenge, they resolutely threw themselves into this decisive battle with the demons.

At the same time, the secretive and powerful Great Secret Keepers also joined the battle.

This series of changes came so suddenly that the Slaanesh demons were caught off guard.

Even the powerful demons under his command were unable to defend themselves against this sudden attack.

In the Silver Palace, deep within the sweet and lazy atmosphere, Slaanesh woke up from the abyss of lazy dreams.

He seemed to have returned from an endless dream, his eyes just opened, a faint light flickered, as if stars were flickering in them.

The figure was as soft and seductive as a snake. She rose lazily from the gorgeous bed, the brocade slipped off, and her skin was whiter than snow.

She raised her hand slightly and gently brushed her cascading hair. Every movement seemed to carry an invisible connection, and the entire space became beautiful and confusing. At this moment, the atmosphere of the sudden change slowly seeped into her newly awakened perception.