Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation

  Chapter 525 I regard you as a capable general, but you actually want me to have a baby with you? (seeking dingyu

  Shion Asakami is wearing a black gothic dress that perfectly complements her perfect figure, reaching exactly to her knees.

  The delicate white collarbone is even more attractive against the black gothic skirt.

  Although the gothic long skirt is complicated, the material is not heavy, but light gauze.

  If you stare at it, you can vaguely see the graceful and seductive body looming, which is very tempting.

  The pure white jade legs are straight and slender.

  The slender calves are wearing white stockings, and on their feet are a pair of white flat shoes.

  Even though the empire has a vast territory, Asakashi Shion's beauty is definitely top-notch.

   Flawless facial features are like a gift of fate.

  Even an artist can hardly portray such a perfectly proportioned work of art.

  The figure is even more lordotic and backward.

  The place that should be raised is full and round, towering and amazing.

  The concave part has clear lines and is easy to hold.

  Guilliman was taken aback when he saw Shion Asakami walking in.

   This kind of dress is considered a niche in the empire.

   There is quite a two-dimensional style, which is quite different from the chilling and serious dressing style of the mainstream of the empire.

  When he saw it, he also had a feeling of lightening up.

  But he didn't show any abnormalities, but motioned for the other party to sit on the chair in front of him.

  The other party ignored Guilliman's hint.

   Instead, he knelt down on one knee and said reverently, "Your Majesty."

   "There is no need for so many etiquettes." Guilliman stopped aloud: "The empire doesn't value these things, especially for envoys like you who came from afar."

  Asaka Shiyin looked into the eyes of the Holy Emperor, and could not see any hypocrisy. Every word the other party said came from the true thoughts in his heart.

  The next second, she felt guilty about her thoughts.

  How could she use her shallow mind to speculate on the thoughts of the Holy Emperor!

   Such blasphemy should be thrown into the fire and burned to ashes.

  His Majesty's will is supreme and cannot be questioned.

   "Are you the only envoy representative of universe 03?" Guilliman looked at the woman in front of him and asked.

   Asakami Shion nodded.

   "Yes, only I, Your Majesty."

   Guilliman looked at the other party.

  All information about the other party is in his mind.

  Asami Shiyin is not only his living saint, but also the leader of the player army.

   When the Empire conquered Universe 03, it made unimaginable contributions.

"You are outstanding, and you can listen to poetry." Guilliman said: "You have comprehended the way of protecting the empire. You can become a living saint. It is not only my approval, but also the recognition of the entire human race. .”

  A smile bloomed on Asakami Shion's flawless face.

  As a living saint and the leader of the Purifier Legion, Asakashi Shion usually seldom smiles.

  She always shows people with a majestic appearance.

  Use this kind of indifference to tell everyone that she is not easy to mess with.

   The occasional laugh is for those stupid enemies.

  For example, when annihilating player organizations such as the Temple of the Night, the Temple of War, and the Dragon King Organization, she will laugh at those players.

  However, that voice was cold and unfeeling.

  The player or enemy who heard that laughter would end up dying tragically, chopped into countless pieces by the scythe in her hand.

  Now the gentle smile is blooming, so beautiful that people are immediately infected and happy.

   "Do you have any needs or suggestions to make?" Guilliman looked at Shiyin Asakami and asked.

  Qian Shang Shiyin bit her lip, and after a while, she asked solemnly: "I'm afraid it would be a bit abrupt, Your Majesty. We have an unfeeling request, which is too presumptuous."

  Guilliman smiled, "There is nothing presumptuous, you are part of the empire, and I am the emperor of the empire, I should solve your troubles."

   "We want to breed the sacred blood." Shion Asakami raised her head, and the image of Guilliman was reflected in those beautiful eyes.

   Tall and strong, his face has an aristocratic handsomeness, but it also reveals the hardness and scars of a soldier.

  The Holy Emperor is a living god.

  The surging power is restrained by the body of a mortal.

   No one will deny this.

  Guilliman frowned slightly.

   This was the first time he heard such a request.

  Holy blood?

   What the **** is that? ?

   "I don't understand?" Guilliman looked at the other party and said with a slight frown.

  Guilliman can pry into the inner thoughts of the people of the empire.

   But Guilliman rarely used such tactics.

  He felt that was immoral and sick.

  Assuming the supreme position of the Holy Emperor does not mean that you can unscrupulously spy on other people's thoughts and invade their privacy.

   Of course, he is not a pedantic person.

   At some critical moments, he will use those methods, and even tamper with the other party's cognition to ensure that his plan can be implemented correctly.

   Normally, he would not use this method.

   At best, read the superficial thoughts so that you can better understand the other party's report.

   Qianshang Shiyin abandoned all moral and legal constraints, and those beautiful and moving eyes revealed incomparably hot.

  For this day, she has been working hard and persevering.

   Only by completely dedicating her soul and body to the Holy Emperor, can she obtain the salvation she has always longed for.

"Please forgive my greed and presumptuousness, Your Majesty, I only have one request here. That is to dedicate myself completely to Your Majesty, and to conceive a holy heir with His Majesty's blood." Qianshang Shiyin said something, almost not letting go Guilliman yelled shit.

  I regard you as a loyal subordinate!

  You want to sleep with me?

   Still want to give me a baby!

   Asakami Shion stood up.

  Her gothic dress is designed so that it can be completely removed by pulling a certain knot.

  Following her movements, a flawless, finely crafted work of art appeared in the study like pure white jade.

   Let the dull air in the study add a touch of charm.

  Guilliman has been revered since he came to this world.

   Even if someone loves her and wants to dedicate herself, she will never have the guts to do such a blasphemous thing.

   And now his living saint does just that!

Depend on!

   Guilliman roared inwardly,

   What a crime! !

Fog.

   Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie!

  Eerie laughter echoed in the streets late at night.

   At this time, there is no one here.

  Only hundreds of corpses lying on the street.

  A **** and brutal blood sacrifice ceremony has just been completed.

  Sherlock traced all the way from the garden corpse case, but in the end it was a step too late.

  He quickly investigated the relationship between Mormonism and the dismemberment case.

   A tale of vengeance and sainthood.

  The continent on the other side of the ocean has a city established by Mormonism.

   On the great day when an elder married his bride, the city was burned and hundreds of thousands of people were slaughtered.

  The travelers who passed by recorded it like this.

  The city was full of torn corpses, and the blood was flowing in the sewer, emitting a pungent smell after congealing.

  Stumps and broken arms clog the city's sewer system.

  The **** statues in the temple were all destroyed, and various unknown liquids were still smeared.

   Get a little closer, and you can smell the stench from the corpse.

   There is no one alive in the city.

  Neither child nor woman survived.

  Even the animals were all dead.

   At night, except for the screams of the dead in the wind, even the insects ceased to exist.

   And in the palace in the center of the city, a perfectly intact female corpse in a wedding dress was placed among flowers.

   No one knows what happened to this Mormon-founded city?

  Why did it encounter such terrible nightmares?

  After the garden dismemberment case, there were several dismemberment cases in succession.

  The murderer planned to kill at the designated time and at the designated place.

  Sherlock guessed the identity of the deceased from the various things left by the deceased, and then asked the Wizarding Association to send a letter to inquire about it.

   Knowing that all the members of the Mormon organization were killed, it was guessed that the murderer had an enmity with the Mormons, and it was very likely that a conflict would break out in the foggy city.

  The reason why the other party was dismembered was probably for some special ceremony.

  In order to avoid accidents, he notified members of several associations.

  I want the other party to arrest the murderer before causing damage.

   However, it is still a step late.

  The murderer has captured the remaining Mormons, planning to complete the final sacrifice.

   Members of the Wizarding Association, the Holy Cross Sect and other members were no match for the opponent at all, they were all wiped out, and the corpses were everywhere.

  Several members of the Mormon Church who fled to Wudu were pierced by sharp crosses, and the dark red blood dripped down, and the pain they suffered before death still remained on their faces.

"You look like a person, Sherlock." A man with horns on his head stomped Sherlock under his feet, and said in a mad and vicious voice: "That **** once said that he would never let me be free , Unfortunately he was wrong. Cherubel will never be enslaved and restrained again, Cherubel is truly free."

  (end of this chapter)