I write apocrypha in Warhammer

The lives of the pied clowns are now a bit depressing.

Originally, their mission was to go on a grand tour around the galaxy, and beat up the enemies of Chaos who were trying to cause trouble. They came and went without a trace, they were free and easy, and they were so happy. Because the black library is rarely attacked, and there are white prophets taking care of it, they basically have nothing to worry about here.

But ever since that human boy arrived, the Laughing God Xi Lego has started to let them print books day and night, causing the remaining clowns in the Black Library to stay on the assembly line every day, and their lives are miserable.

"This shouldn't be life in the Harlequin Troupe!"

The clowns on the assembly line all looked sad, as if they had lost their passion for life.

What they want is the stage, the audience, the applause and flowers, not the repetitive mechanical labor like now.

"Be patient, this is all to fight against the enemy of Chaos."

Xi Legao had no choice but to comfort him softly.

In order to prevent the contents of the classics from being tampered with, all books produced by the Black Library must go through a specific manual process. It is not something that can be turned on automatically and wait for the goods to be received.

Now that their own gods have spoken like this, what else can the clowns do?

They can only tease the culprit a little when they have the opportunity, as a way to vent their depression.

This caused Wei Mu to be a little annoyed with those guys.

Although the clowns won't really do anything to him, they like to give him some tricks.

For example, the bookshelves in the Black Library are very tall. Each side is more than ten meters high, like a giant bookshelf like a city wall, filled with all kinds of books.

If the clowns want to get the book, they can use their agility to climb up and get it, or they can directly use their psychic powers to get it from the air. But Wei Mu didn't have the ability to climb up and down, and he wasn't a psychic. If he wanted to get the book, he could only ask the clowns for help, and then he was forced to play various games with them.

No, as soon as Wei Mu entered the door, a group of clowns immediately surrounded him.

"Hey, long time no see. Wei Muqing, are you here to return a book? Come on, come on, I've prepared a new game. Play with me and I'll return a book for you."

The clowns' favorite thing for him to play was variety shows and level-breaking games. They set him up with various rotating platforms, moving ladders, and windmills, and then a group of people watched around and let Wei Mu play the real-person dance music, but it was very frustrating for him. .

However, there are benefits to doing this. Wei Mu's skills are much more agile than before, and his belly has also been reduced.

It's this group of clowns who are always used to designing levels according to the standards of the Eldar. Sometimes the difficulty of the level is too high, which makes his mentality explode. One time, Wei Mu even lost his temper and ignored the clowns for a long time. , it took the clowns a while to apologize before they coaxed him back to normal.

"Uh, no need, I can just pay it off myself."

At this time, the Force gloves that Wei Mu bought from the Dark Angel's weapons arsenal came into play.

So Wei Mu used the Force Glove to retrieve the object from the air, and put a book he had borrowed from the Black Library for reference back on the bookshelf where it was originally taken.

This scene was such that the clowns were stunned and their dreams were shattered.

"I asked you guys, can you guys stop being so dejected that you can't deal with me anymore, and you look like you've suffered a huge loss?"

Isn’t it a big loss?

During the period when Wei Mu left, the clowns stayed on the assembly line every day and were almost bored to death. All they expected every day was to devise some weird pranks and then use them on Wei Mu, the culprit. But now the results are good, they are counting on it. After half a day, it will be of no use.

The Eldar are really a group of very emotional beings. Looking at the dejected clowns in front of them, it seems as if Wei Mu has done something evil.

"If you are really bored, I have someone here who can play with you."

Wei Mu said, pointing to Moir beside him.

"I'm not interested in the weird game of aliens versus harlequins."

Moore waved his hand quickly.

"Don't you have nothing to do here? Play games with them, and you can also practice your body skills. I think it's pretty good."

It looks good to you, but not to me.

"I must always prepare for battle. Even if I don't have a mission, I still have to hone my combat skills."

Maul gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Accompanying the Jokers in their romps seemed to him a pointless thing, especially for a Space Marine destined to fight to the death.

"Practice your fighting skills? That's just right. The clowns' fighting skills are not low. You can practice more with them. In addition, if there is a chance, I can also help you introduce Sarkozy. That guy is a one-man show. The combat power is said to be comparable to that of the Terran Imperial Army. If you practice this, you will at least be an Emperor's Champion when you go out, and you will be able to casually join the regiment as a company commander." Wei Mu said with a smile.

For those who follow him, the pie must be drawn for them.

However, after Moir heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched.

This kid doesn't know how to fight. He really doesn't know what the concept of the Emperor's Champion is, and his fighting ability is comparable to that of the Imperial Army. How the hell can I, a new recruit, handle this?

However, in front of the alien race, Maul could not lose his reputation as the Dark Angel, not to mention that this was indeed an opportunity to enrich his combat experience.

And Moore had reason to suspect that as long as he stayed by Wei Mu's side, such hard work would continue.

Not to mention enemies here, as for his apocrypha about finding a stepmother for the Primarch, even if the loyal Primarch knew about it, they would probably have to rush across the galaxy to deal with him, and the other traitor Primarchs would naturally be even more Needless to say.

If Moore can really resist these things, his future achievements will definitely be high, but who can handle this kind of thing?

It is said that when Lord Guilliman, the original body, just returned to the Empire, he was targeted by Chaos in various ways. He was also captured in a trap by Carlos Fateweaver, the ever-changing Lord of Tzeentch, and was stripped naked from head to toe. Thrown into jail.

If you attract too much hatred, you will really be unbearable...

However, the clowns seemed very happy about this incident.

Opportunities to torment a Space Marine were rare, and it should be possible for them to find a lot of fun, so they all went back and began to adjust their game plans.

After dispatching the clowns, Wei Mu returned all the books he borrowed from the black library. All that's left to do is to talk to Silegor about the release of his new book, "The Great Rebellion of Skarbrand", and how to use this book to stir up trouble in the subspace.