Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The gods disdain to attack mortals, and Slaanesh is the same. In fact, He does not need to attack, but just standing there, the most terrible despair in the galaxy will be born.

After Slaanesh appeared, Shalahi easily knocked Doom, who was forced to interrupt his outbreak, to the ground.

"I said, you will fail. In the domain of my Lord, you have no hope."

Shalahi's voice echoed on the battlefield, and all the soldiers showed despair.

Even Doom, the king of the Doom, the invincible warrior, failed.

Saint Adeline, who had just staggered out of the magic mirror maze, supported the seriously injured second captain Andrews.

In a desperate fight in the magic mirror maze, they finally defeated Enkali and won the victory from the danger of life and death. This should be a happy thing.

But when they walked out, they happened to see this desperate scene in front of them.

"God Emperor, please look at us, look at those warriors who are suffering for you." Tears of despair fell from Adeline's eyes, "Under your protection, lost souls can be redeemed, and lost people can move towards the future."

In great despair, the saint instinctively prayed to the emperor.

Even the saint herself did not expect to get a response, but this time, the God Emperor responded to her.

Adeline could clearly sense that a sacred will was connected to her, but that pure consciousness could not enter this place.

Just like a giant blocked by a closed door.

At this moment, looking at Xia Laxi who was walking towards Dum, looking at those desperate imperial soldiers.

Adeline remembered the moment when she was just selected to be promoted to a living saint on Belia IV.

It was the same crisis at that time, and she made a vow in desperation.

At this moment, Adeline made a crazy decision.

Her soul actively ran towards the sacred will, the cold and ruthless golden sun above the sky.

She opened the door of her heart, "Great Lord of Humanity, you have witnessed the deepest darkness, and you have sacrificed yourself to bear the suffering of endless years. Adeline is willing to sacrifice her useless body and willingly become your tool, only hoping that you can guide them to the future."

Adeline took the initiative to close the mental barrier and the force field of the power armor. This action completely exposed her to the blasphemous atmosphere of the domain of Slaanesh.

This abnormal action first attracted Andrews's doubts.

The Doom Slayer looked at the saint beside him in doubt.

But Adeline could not solve his doubts at this moment. The saint could feel that the sacred will looked at her and tried to get close to her soul.

At this moment, Adeline's soul was ignited by the ruthless star with a golden fire, but the fire was not hot, but extremely cold. The saint endured unimaginable pain. Just closing the distance between her and the great being was unbearable for her soul.

Once the other party's will completely poured in, her soul might even be broken into millions of pieces.

Once she couldn't bear it, her broken soul would no longer be able to withstand the scorching fire. Every bit of her soul would be burned to ashes by the golden flame. This was a complete demise. There would be no Adeline in this universe, even if she was an immortal saint.

The divine will seemed to realize this, and therefore hesitated.

If Adeline's soul couldn't bear it, her soul would completely disappear, and the advent of the great will would become useless.

This was a gamble, and the will was calculating whether it was worth the gamble.

As the will approached, more than one person in the coalition army sensed the divine presence.

Political Commissar Kane of the Valhalla Corps, Les Mabo of the Destroyer Armored Regiment. One by one, the heroes of the empire showed joy at the same time.

They made the same choice at the same time without any hesitation, without any regard for their own safety, and without fear of the nothingness after eternal destruction. Every hero chose to open his own mental barriers without reservation.

"For the glorious future, death is also our mission. Before being crushed to pieces, a weak fire will be lit, and it will be your beacon. We serve you, your great majesty."

Everyone knew what their decision meant.

It was a walk on a wire above the bottomless abyss. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. Eternal nothingness, final destruction, everything that belongs to them will be wiped out.

But no one showed the slightest fear of this. As they made the same choice, the sacred will seemed to have calculated the result. As their calls fell, the body of Saint Adeline was the first to ignite the flames.

Then not only her, but also every hero of the empire, a golden flame appeared behind them.

The dazzling and endlessly glorious ring of thorns was lit behind their heads.

The group's choice seemed to disperse the Emperor's power, and the skyfire descended. It was as if golden stars lit up one after another in front of the Palace of Joy, and the black and corrupt were swept away.

The saints and the heroes of the Empire were infinitely elevated, and the golden light shone more and more. In a trance, the soldiers of the Empire had a vision at the same time.

They witnessed the sun rising in the Kingdom of Slaanesh.

The blazing light burst out, and countless believers sang loudly, as if countless voices echoed in the void, singing praises to the great Lord of Mankind.

He is the idol worshipped by the human will and the eternal king of the human race.

The ruthless golden light spreads the unyielding and rationality of human nature. His agents walk in the filthy kingdom of evil gods and among the suffering soldiers.

The fog of desire is cleared, and the darkness dissipates.

In the filthy and corrupt kingdom, countless demons born from desires are scrambling to flee.

It is like the dawn of dawn, when the bright and scorching sun rises, all pain and despair are ruthlessly expelled.

The heroes of the empire shrouded in the golden ring of thorns have scorching eyes. Under their glory, tens of millions of demons evaporate and vaporize in screams.

No matter how arrogant those demons were in the previous battles, they now let out heart-wrenching screams and fled in panic.

The golden sunlight pierced the fog of desire without hindrance, and the roar of unwillingness echoed in the broken hole.

Two invisible but equally great wills collided in a dimension that no one could understand.

No one could really understand what was happening in the sunlight and fog. What everyone saw was what they wanted to see.

Some people saw a tall and majestic giant in golden armor pulling a charming woman to the ground. Some people saw a giant with black hair and black pupils jumping up and down like thunder. Some people even claimed that they saw a majestic old man with golden light all over his body, beating a pervert who was posing with a cane in his hand.

Everyone saw a different scene. The only thing in common was the golden figure, which was the most authoritative appearance in their minds, making them willing to surrender.

"Great, they are saved!" Commander Roget heard someone shouting excitedly, and he also showed a happy smile.

But when he looked at the soldier, he saw only a corpse with a smiling face.

The man had already died in the battle, but the remaining will made him unwilling to see the arrival of hope.

When hope really came, his last remaining soul returned to the throne with relief.

Roget supported his equally seriously injured body, he came to the soldier, looked at his young face, and helped him to the chair with great effort.

The young soldier spent his life in exhaustion and torture. Putting himself in his shoes, Roget thought that if that person was himself, what he would want most at this moment was a good rest.

The great king has issued a decree, He is the Lord of mankind, and He loves every human being.

In the thick and sweet incense, the sound of hooves gradually became louder, and one by one, the great secret keepers came out.

They were wearing translucent veils, but their eyes were filled with deep darkness.

"You made a stupid decision." Tens of thousands of great secret keepers spoke at the same time, "You came to a place you shouldn't have come to."

"I came here to announce to you filthy things." Saint Adeline waved her wings, and she read out a sacred voice,

"It's time to pay for the crimes you committed against this universe, starting today and forever."

"You who are about to become gods, you can't even understand our existence, how dare you easily defeat us. With these insignificant mortals, or these pitiful torches?"

The voices of the great secret keepers echoed in the Hall of Joy, and countless twisted things resonated with the voice.

The whole world was shaking, showing the anger of their supreme master.

In the depths of the sea of ​​souls, countless terrible monsters were howling, fearing the unimaginable chaotic gods. That was the corruption hidden in the extreme senses, the inescapable horror.

Even the stars felt this terrible power, and countless creatures screamed in pain, but they didn't know why they were like this.

The fear of the Chaos Gods has long been imprinted in every soul. The entire universe belongs to them, and every star is wrapped up in the rules set by the gods.

Every creature is pondered by the Lord of Destiny, how to arrange the fate of the other party in order to make himself happy.

The Blood God watched every bloody fight between the stars, harvesting countless lives with a bloodthirsty attitude of heartless killing.

The Lord of Plague worked hard to mix the most perfect plague for this broken universe, creating a coordinated cycle of death and rebirth.

The Lord of Joy sowed every seed of desire in the body of every creature, waiting for their sinking and the moment of degeneration.

For countless years, even the unintelligent beasts have realized their own tragic fate.

But under the control of the Dark Gods, all resistance is futile.

The Emperor's followers are singing, the pious souls contribute their strength, and endless glory radiates outward.

A trace of sadness that did not belong to her flowed from Adeline's eyes, but her eyes were still firm, and she did not despair of the existence of the gods.

"You will know soon, and you will not have to wait too long."

The great will spoke to the great secret keepers with the help of the saint's body.

As this voice fell,

"Boom!——"

The boundless six-ring domain was shaking violently at this moment.

The most beloved great demon of Slaanesh, the demon disaster Xia Laxi, also showed a fearful expression at the moment of the loud noise, and then a more violent tremor was transmitted.

At this moment, thousands of great secret keepers could not even stand on the ground.

Everyone watched this scene in disbelief, as if there was an extremely powerful giant outside the realm, using his terrible power to shake one of the most powerful realms in the High Heaven.

"How long will it take?" Outside the realm, Dukel held the burning Emperor's sword and chopped the boundary between illusion and reality with all his strength.

The Eldar prophets chanted together, and they activated a long-forgotten artifact to assist the imperial warmaster's atrocities.

"Soon, my lord." The Eldar prophets looked at Dukel with awe in their eyes. When the empire invited them and told them about this plan, no prophet thought it would succeed.

This act seemed like a joke. If it weren't for the goddess of life, they would even leave in anger.

But now, "the other party has pulled the realm into a realm that I can't understand, but this can stump us, but it can't stump you."

The prophet Lassari saluted humbly and reported to Dukel.

Behind them, the giant ships of the human race and the empire were waiting in full battle formation, waiting for the moment when the rift was torn apart, and then they would rescue their compatriots trapped in it as quickly as possible.

Feeling the turbulence of the field, the great secret keepers laughed foolishly after a brief moment of surprise,

"Is this what you said?"

But the heroes covered by the ring of thorns of fire no longer talked nonsense with them. They roared and rushed up to fight with the great secret keepers.

At the same time, with a loud bang, a huge gap appeared in the sky above the six-ring field.

The fleet that covered the sky filed out one after another, and in the sticky and rich golden light, the huge golden sky eagle swooped down from the sky.

When the imperial warmaster appeared, many soldiers shed tears.

Their action failed, because of their own pride, they were careless and fell into the trap of the evil god. They had long been desperate, but they did not expect that the supreme commander would personally lead the army to save them.

In the dark world, he is the spark that ignites the red flames, and the leader that all warriors are willing to follow.

The cloak behind the majestic giant fluttered, and in his left hand he held a blazing Emperor's Sword, and in his right hand he tightly grasped a Judgment Blade with a rune of destruction.

All the warriors' eyes were focused on him. Where the will of the Warmaster was, that was where they fought for.

"I came here," even though he knocked on the door of Slaanesh and accomplished such a great feat, Duk'er's emotions were still calm, as if this was not a great feat, but just a trivial matter,

"It is to announce the arrival of the final destruction, demon." He continued.