Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

This is the incense made by the Prince of Darkness himself. The emergence of the beautiful things in your heart is just the top note of the fragrance.

As long as you taste the slightest temptation from it, you can enjoy endless pleasure, immerse yourself in absolute happiness, and swim in the tenderness of sin and flesh - an erotic nightmare beyond imagination, an eternal and dreamlike sensory experience In this sultry fragrance, so close at hand. Want it? Stop dreaming, take action!

Why stop at your heart's desire when you can possess it fiercely? Why should you be satisfied with one person when you can have a group of wives and concubines?

Yes, you are not a vulgar person. You not only love her appearance, but also her inner being; you long to open her belly and hold up the heart that beats for you; you not only love her beauty, but also her heart. Love her taste, love her red hot blood.

In addition, you sing with their screams and paint with blood. You compose your love into moving poems. You play the harp made of the flesh, blood and soul of your lover late at night, recalling the time you spent together. Bit by bit.

Enjoying the melancholy in your heart, you are a romantic artist.

The intoxicating aroma is exerting its effect——

If you want love, they will prepare their own pillows; if you want power, they will wear a crown for you... No matter what you want, you can realize it in this incense and ensure your descent into the abyss of depravity.

This is an ascension ceremony performed by Slaanesh for Dukur. 666 enchanting succubi have the supreme honor. They can play any role in the incense and willingly serve as sacrifices in this ceremony. .

Yes, these succubi are destined to die.

Fulgrim was convinced of this. In his imagination, these succubi might be strangled, strangled, torn into pieces of flesh on the ground, mashed into pulp in pleasure, and then Or be bitten into pieces and swallowed.

The Lord of Pleasure was willing to sacrifice hundreds of millions of succubi as long as he could drag the Emperor's second son into the abyss of indulgence.

He loved Dulquer so much that He would do anything.

Unfortunately, this is destined to be his wishful thinking.

The original body did not understand his style, but without mercy or empathy, he tore into pieces any demon that dared to come close.

But in this endless killing, he did not fall into the Blood God's castle, simply because he was not immersed in blood and killing, and there was no trace of rage in his heart.

Fulgrim was greatly puzzled by all this.

The crystal is Tzeentch's plan.

Killing is the domain of the Blood God.

The incense was personally offered by Slaanesh.

The corruption of the gods is so pervasive, but there are incomprehensible variables.

"Fulgrim, you have to be careful, No. 2 is in a very wrong state right now."

"I can feel that he is not in the realm of the gods, but is completely immersed in his own world."

Magnus, who was hanging on Dukel's waist, reminded him loudly after feeling the state of the original body at close range.

But Fulgrim just sneered at his kind reminder.

"Magnus, do you think you have seen the truth again? Brother, every time I feel that your stupidity has caused you enough misery, the next time we meet, you will tell me that you can still It’s worse.”

"Look at what you look like now, being hung around your waist like a trophy. I really can't imagine what you will become when we meet next time."

Fulgrim mocked his brother mercilessly.

He has always been like this, unable to listen to other people's well-intentioned persuasion. During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, he wanted to conquer the enemies of the empire with very few troops.

Regarding this reckless move, even the taciturn No. 2 Primarch couldn't help but want to persuade him to put down his arrogance.

But Phoenix, the pride of the empire, dismissed this and later commented that No. 2 was a hypocritical guy.

After hearing his sarcasm, Magnus fell silent.

At this moment, Dukel's movements of wielding the chain sword suddenly stopped, and the fire that was so dazzling that it could not be seen directly exploded in his body, engulfing all the succubi around him in the blink of an eye.

His eyes were bright and lively, no longer as absent-minded as before.

The seeds in my heart completely burst out of the ground, and the spiritual energy that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly rose.

At this moment he felt better than ever.

The level of spiritual cultivation technology has successfully reached the fourth level.

As early as when he stole the orc network, the bottleneck of spiritual cultivation had been loosened. In the previous long killing, his mind was completely immersed in it, and this bottleneck was completely broken.

Duker clearly felt that at this moment, his body and mind were perfectly integrated, and he established a subtle connection with the supreme heaven.

And the most obvious manifestation of all this is that his intuition has become extremely accurate. From now on, no matter what kind of illusion he is trapped in, even if he has no will, his body will follow the guidance of his intuition and clean up all enemies around him.

During the period when his mind was immersed in breaking through the bottleneck, most demons died in this way, including those succubi of Slaanesh.

The incense prepared by the Prince of Darkness himself was indeed terrifying, and Fulgrim's timing was indeed accurate.

Unfortunately, in the end, the primarch who relied on intuition to kill people was superior.

Fulgrim's snake-like body swam around, and he smeared a poison on his sword that could bring death to the great primarch. It was this poison that made Guilliman struggle in death for thousands of years.

After becoming a demon, his body shape changed the most. His legs were replaced by long snake tails, and his body and face were elongated.

Although his appearance is very strange, there is an eerie perfection to him, and the way he moves puts even the light and elegant Eldar to shame.

The proud phoenix of the empire never returned in its pursuit of perfection, and eventually turned into this corrupt image.

It is undeniable that everyone who sees him can't help but marvel at his perfection, and even feels that the word "perfect" exists just for this body.

But after sincere admiration, every creature will fall into fear. This extreme perfection is enough to arouse strong disgust.

His body is alluring, yet avoidable. He is no longer an admired phoenix, but a despised monster.

"Brother, the second son of the great emperor, look at the evil things you have done to me. I worry about you day and night, just so that one day I can make you repay a hundredfold!"

Fulgrim's voice is still as pleasant as before, but it is mixed with the whispers of snakes and has a chilling malice. From time to time, frightening gaps are opened in his body, and the fire of the soul spurts out of them. And out.

"I have been working for the empire and forgot to beat you. Brother, you should really ask Carlos next to you. I guarantee that he has seen me beating you."

The original body looked at his fallen brother and said in a relaxed tone.

"Dukele, it's useless to talk any more. Let's cut off his head! Let's see how long he can keep his stubbornness!"

But just as the two were at war with each other, Magnus's voice sounded slightly abruptly.

He doesn't hold grudges, he wants to avenge them on the spot.

"Well, that's a good idea." Dukel nodded in agreement.

"Cut off my head? It's really humiliating." Fulgrim reached out and touched his neck, but a sickly flush appeared on his face.

"But I'm curious, what are you going to do with my head?"

"Of course it's to bring back the Golden Throne, what else can we do?" Duker felt a chill.

"That's really boring." Fulgrim pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Ten thousand years have passed, and you are still the slave of the false emperor. Brother, do you want to use our heads in exchange for your father's love? Still? How pitiful!”

"That's not true." Duker shook his head.

"Maybe the emperor thinks you can still be saved. I'll take you back and make the old man give up completely."

After hearing these words, the noisy Magnus fell silent.

Fulgrim had no intention of chatting anymore. He rushed forward desperately, the sword in his hand drawing a strange arc.