"Zabriel, have we gone too far?"
"Logically speaking, we should be begging for the Primarch's forgiveness, but some of our Fallen Angels Battle-Brothers, seem to have gotten addicted to being beaten!"
Watching their Primarch walk into the secret chamber, lock the door, and fall into a state of self-isolation.
Zabriel also felt that this group of Fallen Angels from different timelines was being far too presumptuous.
Although he was the founder of the Dreadwing during the 30k era, when it came to reverence for the Primarch, he felt he didn't have much of it.
If not for the Emperor's admonitions, and if he hadn't seen the gene-mother in her current state.
Perhaps his prejudice against Lord Lion El'Jonson was still limited to the 30k era.
However, as time entered the 40k era, when he met the Primarch again, he discovered that the Primarch's personality had changed!
The Primarch he once knew didn't like to communicate, was volatile and irritable, and loved to keep everything from his cubs, unwilling to engage.
Now, though some flaws remain, at least in terms of temper, there really is nothing to complain about!
"Grand Captain Zabriel, why don't you go in and comfort him? The Primarch doesn't seem to listen to anything we say; perhaps your words might still have some effect!"
"My words would be useful?" Zabriel pointed at himself seriously, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
If his words were useful, it wouldn't have ended up like this, If his words were useful, he wouldn't have been the first one to get beaten up just now!
"That's true!"
"The mission entrusted to us by the great Emperor requires the Primarch's cooperation to complete!"
"If the Primarch does not cooperate, it will be very difficult for us to complete our subsequent tasks!"
"That's true!" Zabriel nodded. He walked to the front of the Primarch's secret chamber, then hesitated again.
It was said that the Primarch didn't seem to want them to know he had turned into a woman, especially since their status was that of Fallen Angels.
"Lord Lion El'Jonson, we!"
"I said don't come in!" A woman's shout erupted from inside the room.
"If you dare to come in, I'll embed you into the wall, butt-out!"
"If you dare disturb me while I'm chatting with Father, I'll kill you!"
"Don't think that just because I can't kill you, you can run wild!"
The Fallen Angels:...
"I think I have to take back what I just said; maybe the temper is a bit better, but it doesn't seem to be that much better!"
Perhaps no one would blaspheme against their own Primarch like these Fallen Angels.
But then again, if they really respected their own Primarch, they wouldn't have become Fallen Angels in the first place.
A portion of the Fallen Angels were originally loyalists who remained faithful to the Emperor; in order to remain loyal to the Emperor, they even chose to betray their own Primarch.
If their Primarch had truly betrayed them, the fate of these people would be nothing more than treatment similar to the Dropsite Massacre at Isstvan.
Loyalists in traitor legions usually have a miserable fate.
However, Lion El''Jonson did not betray them; the one who truly betrayed them was Luther, and it had nothing to do with Lion.
Many Fallen Angels were actually forced to become Fallen Angels; they were kept in the dark from the beginning and then deceived by Luther's plans.
[Lion: Father, how do you expect me to live!]
[My secrets have all been discovered by these Fallen Angels, I don't want to play anymore!]
[If the other Dark Angels cubs find out, morale will take a huge hit, and my First Legion, including myself, will become a huge joke!]
[Caleb: Is there a possibility that after you return looking like that, the morale of the First Legion will be greatly boosted?]
[They will prepare princess dresses for you, and they might even invite you to play role-playing games every few days!]
Caleb's stomach hurt a little; it wasn't because of a stomach ache, but from laughing so hard!
Lion at the gameboard was already locked in self-isolation in the dark room, even secretly shedding tears in the secret chamber, as if he were truly a child who hadn't grown up yet.
Not to mention anything else, this guy's charm now probably wouldn't lose much to Sanguinius.
Although the big sister version of Sanguinius hasn't appeared yet, among all the surviving Primarchs, the charm value of Lion is probably the most heaven-defying right now.
Obviously, Lion did not believe this joke at all.
He only felt that his current appearance was too embarrassing; even if he wore Gothic skirt armor, that cute appearance didn't look majestic at all!
[Caleb: Oh, don't be anxious, maybe you should chat with these children!]
[Don't keep too many worries bottled up; didn't I say that when I appeared in person before?]
[The First Legion has no secrets!]
[At least in my opinion, what you have done cannot be hidden!]
[Lion: But!]
Lion looked at the sky, wanting to communicate with his father a bit more.
However, the psychic call was interrupted at this moment.
Caleb understood that it would likely be very difficult to persuade the other party now.
Trying to take care of this hissing lion is actually quite difficult!
Thinking of this, Caleb suddenly thought of a very useful nanny robot.
That Blue Fatty is a conceptual-level child-rearing artifact, perhaps it could have miraculous effects on Lion!
Moreover, Caleb also wanted to test if this Blue Fatty could be used.
Caleb turned his gaze toward a certain Blue Fatty, whose round, big head was grinning at him.
Thus, Caleb unhesitatingly picked up the piece and prepared to deploy it.
[Deploy special piece: Doraemon?]
[This deployment requires 1000 deployment points; when using the four-dimensional pocket, it may increase additional deployment points.]
Seeing this, Caleb smiled knowingly.
Sometimes, the issue of child-rearing can perhaps be outsourced!
High above, Caleb pointed at the Doraemon piece and said: "Doraemon, your task is to take good care of this child, Lion!"
"You can use the items in your pocket to help him, to help him fulfill the dreams missing from his childhood!"
[Deploying special unit Doraemon.]
[This unit can use conceptual-level items from the Dark Age of Technology, and for each deployment, it can use items twice.]
[After using items twice, it needs to return to hand and cool down for a period before it can be used again.]
[Basic weapons like the Bamboo Copter, anywhere door, and Air Cannon will not consume item usage counts.]
Caleb nodded, feeling that this system setting was quite reasonable.
After all, many of the things in Doraemon's pocket are too heaven-defying...
If they could be used at will, it might easily lead to trouble.
However, besides this, Caleb also saw a warning option in Doraemon's user manual.
That is the unit's biggest weakness: it cannot see mice!
[Note: When this unit sees a mouse, it will directly use an Atmospheric Incineration Torpedo.]
[It will choose to self-destruct with the mouse, which will very likely cause your mission to fail!]
"Emmmm!"
Seeing this, Caleb thought to himself that he must never let Doraemon see a mouse.
Otherwise, this planet would have to eat a Vortex Torpedo, and his mission would be over!
But this shouldn't be a big problem; as long as it doesn't run to the lower levels, it should be fine.
As a golden hand threw Doraemon onto the Warhammer gameboard.
Not long after, a big blue-headed guy burst out of Lion's secret chamber!
"Hello there! Good child Lion!"
"Your father asked me to take care of you. You look like you're troubled; is there anything you need help with?"
"Huh?"
The Abominable Intelligence that suddenly popped out almost caused the Little Lion to have a stress reaction.
Lion immediately drew his greatsword, and in the blink of an eye, swiped down at Doraemon!
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"Wait a second, don't get excited!"
"I just look a bit strange, I really am a nanny robot sent by your father!"
"Wait, what did you say?" Lion had originally just been startled, but after hearing the other party's function, he momentarily couldn't hold it together!
"I am Doraemon, a nanny robot sent by your father!"
"If you have any troubles, you can tell me. My four-dimensional pocket will definitely be able to help you solve them!"
Lion was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
Immediately after, his self-esteem, which had already been kicked to pieces, was ground into powder.
"Is it already like this?"
"Has my father really started treating me like a 10,000-year-old child?"
Lion's eyes went dull, losing their luster.
He didn't even want to hack at the other party anymore; he just wanted to lie down silently on the side and then quietly die.
A nanny robot...
Treating him like a child? A 10,000-year-old child, that's quite interesting!
It seems his image in front of his father had completely collapsed.
He had even dispatched a nanny robot; there was no saving it!
"Sigh, it seems like you are in a very bad mood!"
"How about you just give your dad a call?"
Doraemon was actually rummaging through its four-dimensional pocket, and immediately, a 20th-century telephone booth appeared in this dark secret chamber!
"What-If Phone Booth!"
"How about you give your dad a call?"
"That way, perhaps you can clear up the misunderstanding!"
"Impressive!"
Caleb had already guessed what would happen next, because this phone booth, could call directly to the Golden Throne!
Even though the Emperor was now on the verge of ascending to godhood, this phone booth was likely still useful.
The suicidal Lion calmed down slightly, then sighed and said to this strange robot: "Fine, I'll think about it again!"
"Father has already said that these Fallen Angels never betrayed him!"
"In that case, I can create a new designation; let's just call them Angels of Absolution!"
"Mm!" Doraemon saw this child perk up and immediately nodded in satisfaction.
That simple, unadorned smile looked completely harmless.
"That's right, sometimes once you think things through, you'll perk right up!"
"Click!"
The door to the secret chamber opened, and Zabriel's figure was slammed behind the door by the Primarch's immense force in opening it.
It was fortunate that the Astartes had good physical constitution; otherwise, that hit alone would probably have landed him in the ICU again.
"Is everyone here?"
By this time, Lion had changed into a set of Gothic skirt armor. The dark green skirt worn on this blonde woman was very charming.
Seeing such a majestic and elegant gene-mother, these former Fallen Angels almost wanted to call out "Mom."
"Everyone, everyone is here, great gene-mother!"
"The one missing is right behind your door!"
The Battle-Brothers pointed behind the door, and Lion also noticed that there seemed to be some movement behind it!
Lifting the door panel, she discovered Zabriel embedded in the wall.
This guy really had his butt facing outward; it was fortunate that this wasn't outside, otherwise, his reputation would be ruined.
Closing the door, Lion then pulled the embedded Zabriel out!
She first kicked the Fallen Angel's butt hard to make him stand at attention!
Then, in front of these Fallen Angels, she spoke about this mission!
"You must have come here guided by my father, right!"
"That's right, if my father hadn't pulled this stunt, I wouldn't have been found by you!"
"Damn it, why is that old man like this!"
"The child is grown up, you need to leave some privacy!"
"He's already like that, why does he still do things like this?"
Lion just kept huffing, while the Fallen Angels below were secretly laughing.
The gene-mother, stomping her feet in anger, was just too cute right now.
Especially the scene of Lion wearing the bunny woman outfit; it had already been deeply branded into their minds.
They had undergone strict and professional training, and under normal circumstances, they wouldn't laugh, unless they couldn't help it.
"The mission Father gave us this time is to deal with the Eldar on this planet!"
"Tell me your thoughts!"
"This is simple!" Zabriel was the first to speak up. Nowadays, he was the leader of this batch of Fallen Angels, It could be said that among the Fallen Angels, his words might be even more useful than the Primarch's.
"As long as we figure out where they are, dealing with them won't be difficult."
"Our vast number of Battle-Brothers will kill all those arrogant xenos!"
The Battle-Brothers looked at each other; they felt there was nothing wrong with this plan.
The Dreadwing company were veterans to begin with; their combat experience and skills were beyond reproach.
Moreover, this fit the combat style of the company very well—killing the enemy head-on—which suited their tastes perfectly.
"Hey, I haven't finished yet!"
"What kind of strategic plan is this? How are you even more reckless than me?"
"If it were just to kill these xenos, what do I need you for? I could charge in alone and kill them all!"
"The point is intelligence and information!"
"You bunch of idiots, you don't really think the Emperor trusts us because we can fight, right!"
"Isn't that the case?"
Zabriel's response immediately left Lion speechless.
If any other Loyalist Faction whelps dared to say such things, he would have thrown them out and beaten them up immediately!
But this group of rebellious sons were all Fallen Angels; expecting these rebellious sons to hold any respect for him was basically impossible.
"I'm saying, can you figure out where the Eldar lair is?"
"And for this operation, you certainly cannot appear in the name of the Dark Angels!"
"I can forgive you and let you become Angels of Absolution!"
"But that doesn't mean you have joined the ranks of the Dark Angels' Loyalist Faction!"
"After all, you know a bit too much now, even more than those guys in the Inner Circle, since they don't even know I've turned into a woman!"
"Oh~"
At this moment, all the Fallen Angels suddenly realized; oh, so they were to become the Inner Circle within the Inner Circle!
Some secrets had to be kept not only from other Legions but even from the original group of Dark Angels!
This was very interesting; the current Inner Circle of the Dark Angels might not even know that Lord Lion had turned into a cute woman!
And now, they, the Fallen Angels, already knew this news and had even secretly become Angels of Absolution; wasn't this the Inner Circle within the Inner Circle?
The Dark Angels' loyalty to the Primarch was just for fun. The true loyalists were the Fallen Angels!
Among these hundreds of people, many had even drunk tea personally hand-brewed by the Primarch!
Ask yourself, which child had ever had this honor? Apart from that bunch from the Emperor's Children, which Primarch would hand-brew, tea for their own children.
Caleb now really wanted to add a Galgame interface for Lion.
It was estimated that if Lion could see the favorability rating of these whelps towards him, he would definitely be shocked by the way these guys' favorability ratings increased~
As everyone knows, Warhammer 40k is just a massive piece of father-complex literature.
However, now that the Primarch had turned into a woman, these Fallen Angels, who originally had no respect for the Primarch, would really turn into Brother Wah!
Dark Angels: For Lion!
Fallen Angels: For Lioness!
Just thinking about the Fallen Angels fighting the Loyalist Faction Dark Angels in this way, Caleb couldn't help but snort with laughter.
Right now, Caleb didn't know if they would be able to complete this mission, and he didn't even know what the reward was.
However, Caleb firmly believed that with the help of the Dark Angels, Lion's next mission would be much simpler.
"Oh, right, Lord Primarch!"
"Is this artificial intelligence next to you also a secret?"
"I see that this guy's intelligence level seems a bit high; could it be an Abominable Intelligence!"
Doraemon's face stiffened, and it immediately became unhappy.
"What Abominable Intelligence, I am Doraemon!"
"I am the Emperor's nanny robot, specifically here to take care of Lio..."
"Whack!"
Lion raised a sandbag-sized fist and punched it directly.
A bump immediately swelled up on Doraemon's forehead, and it started rolling on the ground.
"Shut up!"
"If you keep yapping, I'm going to become a giant baby!"
"You guys don't worry about so much for now, and you don't need to know this guy's origins!"
"Follow my lead from now on, don't pull any stunts, it's annoying as hell!"