Shion Asakami was wearing a black Gothic long skirt that perfectly showed off her perfect figure and reached just to her knees.
The delicate and white collarbone looks 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 closely, you can vaguely see the graceful and charming body, which is very tempting.
The flawless white legs are straight and slender.
The slender calves were wearing white stockings and a pair of white flat shoes on the feet.
Even though the empire is vast, Asakami Shion's beauty is definitely one of the best.
Flawless facial features are like a gift from fate.
Even an artist would find it difficult to depict a work of art with such perfect proportions.
Her figure is even more curvy.
The places that should be raised are full, round, and surprisingly high.
The concave parts have clear lines and are just big enough to hold in one hand.
Guilliman was stunned when he saw Asagami Shion walking in.
This kind of dress is considered a niche in the empire.
It has a kind of two-dimensional style, which is very different from the solemn and serious dressing style of the mainstream of the empire.
When he saw it, he also felt his eyes brighten.
But he did not show any abnormality, but gestured for the other party to sit on the chair in front of him.
The other party ignored Guilliman's hint.
Instead, he knelt on one knee and said reverently, "Your Majesty."
"There is no need for so much etiquette." Guilliman stopped him and said, "The Empire does not value these things, especially for envoys like you who have come from afar."
Asakami Shion looked into the eyes of the Holy Emperor and could not see any hypocrisy. Every word he said came from his true thoughts.
The next second, she felt guilty about her thoughts.
How could she use her shallow mind to guess the Holy Emperor's thoughts!
Such blasphemy should be thrown into the fire and burned to ashes.
Your Majesty's will is supreme and unquestionable.
"Are you the only envoy representing Universe 03?" Guilliman asked the woman in front of him.
Asakami Shion nodded.
"Yes, it's just me, your majesty."
Guilliman studied the other.
All the information about the other party is in his mind.
Asakami Shion is not only his living saint, but also the leader of the player army.
He made incredible contributions when the Empire conquered Universe 03.
"You are outstanding, Asakami Shion," Guilliman said, "You have comprehended the way to protect the Empire. Your ability to become a living saint is not just my recognition, but also the recognition of the entire human race."
A smile also broke out on Shion Asakami's flawless face.
As a living saint and the leader of the Purifier Corps, Shion Asakami rarely smiles.
She always appears majestic.
This indifference tells everyone that she is not easy to mess with.
An occasional laugh is a treat for those stupid enemies.
For example, when annihilating player organizations such as the Dark Night Temple, the War Temple, and the Dragon King Organization, she would laugh at those players like the god of death.
However, that voice was cold and heartless.
Any player or enemy who heard such laughter would eventually die miserably, being chopped into countless pieces by the sickle in her hand.
Now the gentle smile blooms, so beautiful that it instantly infects people and makes them happy.
"Do you have any requests or suggestions?" Guilliman looked at Asakami Shion and asked.
Asagami Shion bit her lip for a moment before she asked solemnly, "I'm afraid it's a bit abrupt to say this, Your Majesty. We have an unreasonable request, which is too presumptuous."
Guilliman smiled. "Nothing presumptuous. You are part of the Empire, and I am the King of the Empire. I should solve your troubles."
"We want to give birth to the sacred bloodline." Asakami Shion raised her head, and the image of Guilliman was reflected in her beautiful eyes.
Tall and strong, his face had an aristocratic handsomeness, but also revealed the toughness and scars of a soldier.
The Holy Emperor is a living god.
The surging power is restrained by the mortal body.
No one will deny that.
Guilliman frowned slightly.
This was the first time he had heard such a request.
Sacred bloodline
What the hell is that
"I don't understand?" Guilliman looked at the other party and said with a frown.
Guilliman is able to peer into the inner thoughts of the people of the Imperium.
But Guilliman rarely resorted to such tactics.
He thought it was immoral and morbid.
Holding the supreme position of the Holy Emperor does not mean that you can unscrupulously pry into other people's thoughts and invade their privacy.
Of course, he is not a pedantic person.
At some critical moments, he would use those means and even tamper with the other party's cognition to ensure that his plan could be implemented correctly.
Normally, he would not use such means.
At most, you can read some superficial thoughts so that you can better understand the other party's report.
Asakami Shion abandoned all morals and legal constraints, and her beautiful eyes revealed an incomparable passion.
She has been working hard and persevering for this day.
Only by completely dedicating her soul and body to the Holy Emperor can she obtain the redemption she has always longed for.
"Please forgive my greed and presumption, Your Majesty. I have only one request here. That is to devote myself completely to Your Majesty and give birth to a sacred offspring with Your Majesty's blood." Asakami Shion said something that almost made Guilliman shout "Fuck it".
I regard you as a loyal subordinate!
You actually want to sleep with me
And you want to give me a baby!
Asakami Shion stood up.
Her gothic dress was designed so that it could be completely removed by simply pulling a knot.
As she moved, a flawless work of art, as if it were a piece of white jade carefully crafted, appeared in the study.
It adds a touch of charm to the dull air in the study.
Since Guilliman came to this world, he has been highly respected.
Even if someone loves her and wants to devote themselves to her, they would not have the courage to do such a blasphemous thing.
And now his living saint has done just that!
Depend on!
Guilliman's inner roar
What a sin!
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Foggy city.
Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie!
The strange laughter echoed in the streets late at night.
There was no one here at this time.
There were only hundreds of corpses lying on the streets.
A bloody and cruel blood sacrifice ceremony has just been completed.
Sherlock traced the case all the way from the garden dismemberment case, but in the end he was still one step too late.
He quickly investigated the relationship between Mormonism and the dismemberment case.
A story of revenge and sainthood.
On the continent across the ocean there is a city founded by Mormons.
On the great day when an elder was to marry his bride, the city was set on fire and hundreds of thousands of people were massacred.
This is how travelers passing by recorded it.
The city was littered with torn corpses, and blood flowed in the sewers, condensing and emitting a pungent smell.
The broken limbs clogged the city's sewer system.
The statues in the temple were all destroyed and smeared with various unknown liquids.
If you get a little closer, you can smell the stench of the corpse.
There is no living person left in the city.
Neither children nor women were left alive.
Even the animals died.
By night, apart from the screams of the dead in the wind, even the chirping of insects disappeared.
In the palace in the center of the city, a perfectly intact female corpse wearing a wedding dress was placed among the flowers.
No one knows what happened to this city founded by Mormons
Why did it encounter such a terrible nightmare
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After the garden dismemberment case, several more dismemberment cases occurred in succession.
The murderer carried out the killings in a planned manner at the designated time and place.
Sherlock guessed the identity of the deceased from the various things left behind by the deceased, and then asked the Wizarding Association to send a letter to inquire about the matter.
After learning that all members of the Mormon organization were killed, they guessed that the murderer had a grudge against the Mormons, and that a conflict was very likely to break out in the Fog City.
The reason why the other party dismembered the body was most likely for some special ritual.
To avoid any trouble, he notified several members of the association.
He wanted the other party to arrest the murderer before he caused any damage.
But it was still too late.
The killer has captured the remaining Mormons and plans to make a final sacrifice.
Members of the Wizarding Association, the Holy Cross Sect and others were no match for the other side and were completely wiped out, leaving corpses all over the ground.
Several Mormon members who fled to the foggy city were pierced by sharp crosses. Bright red blood dripped down, and their faces still showed the pain they suffered before death.
"You look a lot like someone, Sherlock." A man with horns on his head stepped on Sherlock and said in a crazy and vicious voice: "That bastard once said that I would never be free, but unfortunately he was wrong. Cherubel will never be enslaved and constrained again. Cherubel is truly free."