Chapter 2 Slaanesh Is Chasing Us?
The Emperor responded!
Above the void, the cold sun cast by the Emperor's will shines like a star, it is so sacred!
Buzz!
The fluctuations of the psychic tide spread.
Despite the endless distance, Ron can still feel the surging psychic power.
What a great power!
He reacted and shouted in his consciousness: "Your Majesty, your loyal servant needs to be saved!"
But the sun representing the Emperor did not respond, and no one looked at Ron.
He was sleeping, letting the light shine equally.
Another wave of psychic tides hit, and before he could react, he was kicked out of the consciousness space.
Ron opened his eyes, and what he saw was the green plains, surrounded by attractive carcasses, and he was still in the palace of Slaanesh!
Click!
An eyeball fell to the ground, and Ron subconsciously picked it up.
Soon he reacted and touched the eye, which was empty.
My eyeball!
Ron stuffed his eyeball back in. He was no longer afraid and was full of questions.
This shouldn't be the case. Didn't the God Emperor show up? Why didn't he react?
Did he feel that he was disloyal?
It really didn't work to cram at the last minute. This time, it was really a mess!
Above the void, at the core of the Palace of Slaanesh, a huge purple shadow gradually appeared.
He was the master of the palace - Slaanesh.
Ron was filled with grief and indignation. He was going to die anyway, so he wasn't afraid.
He raised his middle finger to the void with his single eye open, and cursed: "Slaanesh, I fuck your ancestors!"
The shadow twisted its body slightly and moved its sight towards this side.
Wherever the sight reached, the demons knelt on the ground.
The powerful pressure approached this side. When the sight focused on Ron, the surging evil power almost crushed him instantly.
But the warm power from before emerged again, protecting him with a golden glow.
The space fluctuated violently, and a small hole was broken.
That mysterious force actually withstood the pressure of Slaanesh and pulled Ron out of the Slaanesh Palace.
Slaanesh's sight paused for a moment, as if he was a little surprised.
He chuckled, and a greater desire burst out.
The life of the entire palace trembled sharply, ushering in a more extreme carnival.
The Lord of Pleasure remembered the little bug, and He will personally prepare the most extreme pleasure for him!
At this time, in the distant void of the warp, a small sun emitted a warm glow, hidden under the brilliance of the great cold sun.
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Ron screamed, he felt that his body and soul seemed to be pulled into noodles.
Then he was stuffed into the washing machine and stirred frantically, and finally pulled out and smashed on a certain entity, and stuffed in.
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Ers, the northern part of the Goli Sector, in the Imperial Taiping Star Region.
This is a typical industrial planet, with deadly pollution all over the surface and mutants everywhere.
The hive city of Grant, located in the center of the continent, towers into the clouds, and tens of billions of people live in the mountain-like metal pile.
Every breath of air and every drop of water inside the hive city has been recycled millions of times.
People feed themselves on corpse starch, work day and night, and pray for the protection of the God-Emperor.
Survival here is difficult, except for those guys at the top.
They enjoy sunshine, fresh air and water, and occupy everything on this planet.
The most powerful among them is the planetary governor, who holds the supreme power of the planet and has the power of life and death!
The upper nest of the hive city.
The spire mansion in the royal court area.
In the huge and luxurious bedroom that combines Victorian and steampunk styles, Ron woke up screaming.
Survived?
Ron found that he was fine and breathed a sigh of relief.
It should be the God-Emperor who saved him. In the Warhammer world, believing in the God-Emperor can really save lives!
He decided to carry a copy of the Emperor's Holy Words with him in the future, read it from time to time, and it would be best if he memorized it!
Praise the God-Emperor!
When he relaxed his mind, Ron found that the decorations around him were so unfamiliar.
"What is this place?"
Fragmented memory fragments surged, forcefully inserted into his consciousness, and flowed quickly.
After absorbing the memory fragments, Ron truly understood the cause and effect of the matter.
This matter is more complicated.
Ron Grant, the planetary governor of this planet, was addicted to wine and sex, and did shameful things with the maid in the bedroom.
Because he played a little too much, he was eroded by Chaos and dragged into the Palace of Slaanesh, causing his body to be weak and died in fear.
And Ron happened to be in the body of the dead Ron Grant, which led to those thrilling and exciting scenes just now.
Fortunately, with the blessing of the God Emperor, he escaped.
Ron inherited Ron Grant's body and soul memory.
At this moment, he has the Grant family's iconic black hair, deep eyes, a pale face that is slightly cold, and the whole person looks a little weak.
In general, he has become more handsome.
The only problem is that the memory he inherited is incomplete.
There are many missing and vague places, as if covered with a layer of fog.
But no matter what, Ron is now the planetary governor of the empire and the ruler of Ers - Ron Grant!
This is a blessing in disguise.
The night is deep, and the light red moonlight shines into the house through the glazed windows of the balcony.
Ron suddenly realized a problem. Wasn't he doing something shameful with the maid before?
Where is the maid?
"Dear, are you looking for me?"
There was a lumpy sound in the darkness, like the collision of bones.
What a dead noise, Ron immediately became alert.
"Wuwuwu, have you forgotten me..."
A woman faced the wall, her body twitching and crying.
Before Ron could react, her head suddenly turned 180 degrees and stared at him.
That was the terrifying head of a Slaanesh witch, with empty eye sockets, sharp teeth, and a long tongue dripping with mucus.
Oh my god!
Damn, is she chasing me?
Are you haunting me?
"Why don't you talk? Isn't she beautiful?"
The witch turned around and walked out of the darkness, bathing in the moonlight. Her deformed and twisted body was covered with bone spurs, and her black silk maid outfit was also tattered.
There was no doubt that she was the maid, who had completely degenerated into a monster.
"Can't wait, dear?"
The witch twisted her waist and walked to the bedside, posing coquettishly. The restricted-level picture made her look even more terrifying.
She twisted her waist and climbed onto the bed, looking down at Ron: "Let's have fun..."
"You're not in a good state today, can you do it next time?"
Ron smiled stiffly, trying not to provoke the other party. Relying on his memory, he quietly pressed the alarm button beside the bed.
"But..." The banshee's slender and sharp tongue stretched out and slid across Ron's face: "I can't wait any longer!"
Fuck you!
Ron kicked the banshee away, took out the pocket pistol from the secret compartment based on his memory, aimed and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The pocket pistol burst into thick smoke, and the banshee was shot in the chest and fell on her back.
Solved?
"It hurts!"
The banshee stood up again and stared at Ron, her voice hoarse: "But I like it so much, hit me!"
SM banshee, right? I like helping others the most in my life!
Ron raised the gun and pulled the trigger again, but no bullet fired.
What's going on? Is the machine soul unhappy?
He glanced at the pocket pistol inlaid with ivory and gems in his hand, and immediately cursed Ron Grant's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.
Psychopath!
Single-shot black powder antique pistol, are you collecting it?
For self-defense, at least get a bolter or a melta weapon!
Ron threw his pistol at the banshee with all his strength and took the opportunity to get out of bed and run away.
But this body addicted to alcohol and sex was very weak, and he fell to the ground after running a few steps.
He struggled to get up, and saw the banshee with a hideous face rushing towards him!