Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

The moment he stepped into the palace, it was as if he had stepped from the eternal night into the false bright day.

The breeze comes slowly, carrying the faint fragrance of rosemary, sage, hyacinth, and the mist of incense smoke, as well as the fragrance of fine fruit wine, spread throughout the garden. Layers of pure white gauze are decorated with green and green The jade-like vines, with deep purple roses on them, are like a garden in the sky and a fairyland on the ground.

Morse walked among this beautiful scenery, and the blood stained between the black cloth and robes all over his body seemed out of place. He kept walking, and every time he landed, more dirty blood and minced meat slipped off his robe, dragging a blood-stained path on the path of the courtyard.

After thinking for a moment, he thrust the heavy sword blade in his hand into the ground. The sword edge dragged all the way, directly cutting through the exquisite milky white pebbles like a scroll, igniting heavy fires that lasted for a long time, violently breaking the intoxicating harmony of this place.

There was a chuckle in the distance, and Morse tapped the hilt of his sword with one finger, causing the fire to burn even more intensely as he continued deeper into the palace.

His high concentration of energy was not only limited to the changed palace, but also spread to the surface of the planet, monitoring the overall situation at all times.

When he saw that Perturabo's army had regrouped and recovered from the surprise attack, and quickly made the decision to continue the attack, he paused briefly, and then invisibly passed more power marks through the previously left The invisible sigil on the child's shoulder was temporarily transported and marked.

Deep inside the palace, countless laughter was ignored by Morse, and the hunting sound caused by the burning flames replaced all the sounds.

There is only one thing that deserves his special attention, that is, he has not encountered any obstacles along the way, not even some symbolic messengers of pain and phantoms of weak succubi have appeared.

The Prince of Pleasure went to great lengths to express his infinite welcome to Morse's joining.

In other words, he was impatient to absorb his soul and the container itself that was intimately integrated with his soul through a more straightforward method.

With a sword, Morse split open the huge door of the inner courtyard of the royal court, which was inlaid with gorgeous reliefs, and threw the bag carrying the eldest prince Harkon into it first.

There were more people present, or more accurately, more things than he had expected.

The person sitting on the throne should be Damex - his old head fell in the middle of the floor, his body was prostrate on the soft armrest, and the golden staff passed through his body from top to bottom.

After seeing Damex, Morse determined that he was, coincidentally, about seven to ten minutes late.

Now that the tyrant is dead, he will no longer spare the life of the prince. A flash of light like lightning and frost flashes, and Harkon dies.

He did not look back. Within the range of his perception, the broken door was covered with dense spider webs.

Each layer of spider webs is delicately embroidered with different geometric patterns. Observing it alone is enough to enchant the mind. After stacking the front and rear spider webs, the weaving shows complex patterns that are both spatial and confusing. It is extremely dazzling. beauty.

The longer he observed, the more the bloody smell on his tongue turned into sweet and delicious dew drops.

The entire space also began to sway rhythmically, causing things to sway from side to side. More jewelry fell to the ground.

Behind the overlapping spider webs, colorful lights, like oil droplets falling into the water, are constantly surging on the surface of the vast ocean, giving the people indoors the sensory illusion of being in the middle of a boat floating on the waves.

That is no longer a way out.

The blade of the sword streaked across the ground, the tip pointed at the two unknown twisted creatures beside the collapse.

A string of runes flowed out from the tip of the sword, passing through the ground paved with snow-white marble, as smooth and moist as skin, crossing several deformed corpses composed of bright red curtains and decayed flowers, and crossing several scattered gold and silver ornaments that were no longer discernible on the ground. The resulting undulations cut into the skin of the two creatures.

Just like dividing the skin and flesh of a plump fruit, in the miserable wail of the two creatures, all the mutations on their epidermal layers fell off. The snakes, wings, and various proliferated and twisted limbs were all cut and peeled off by the runes. Crushed on the smooth, deformed floor.

No matter whether the deformation inside has ended or not, regardless of the muscles that are constantly bleeding pink fragrant blood, they at least look somewhat humanoid.

The curse was used to make long golden nails, which were pierced and fixed on the remaining hands and feet of the two objects.

Afterwards, Morse silently used the tip of his sword to cut open the chaotic and filthy shell that made up the creature.

He heard and understood the calls of two things.

But he won't respond.

If there is a creature here that has truly fallen into the path of pleasure, then it will definitely gain endless joy from the painful cry of the first creature.

Its pain is so real that it can make the heart of any sentient person feel as painful as being cut by a knife blade. Each cry begins with a desperate apology and ends with an indecipherable plea.

"It's all my fault, Morse... I shouldn't have listened to her... My ignorance... This is not what I wanted..."

Morse patiently cut open its skin, and the direct contact with the power of the Lord of Pleasure completely changed its internal structure. He could only see a mass of flowing chaos flowing like sea water.

The thing next to him laughed sharply: "I killed him! Are you angry... Nothingness, have you guessed this fate? Hehe, I also told my brother Harkon, I said he It’s time to take action. If he fails to betray, he will drown in wine..."

A bottle of aged wine originally placed on the square table fell to the ground due to the shaking of the space. Scarlet wine spilled all over the ground and seeped into the broken limbs of the eldest prince.

In an unnoticed corner of the room, a bird statue symbolizing Isis, the eagle god, fell from its bracket, and its feathers took on a dark blue luster like glass.

The sweet aroma that was so strong that one could no longer breathe spread rapidly from the dropped wine bottle.

Morse was no longer breathing. More spells appeared from within the black cloth.

He cut off the second layer of the unnameable thing, and the seawater-like contents flowed out, leaving behind an unknown gel-like object.

"I finished that painting. You're right, it's so beautiful..." the thing said, "I didn't have time to complete your model. I couldn't write anymore at that time... Morse, Morse, Morse..."

It continued to shout Morse's name, perhaps trying to grasp the last straw that could stabilize his consciousness in the boundless waves.

"Morse, can you tell me...how are they? My family...my citizens...and your children..."

Morse knelt down, placed the long sword across his knees, and reached into the depth of the gel with his hand wrapped in black cloth.

"I...Morse, can you answer me..." The creature's voice became increasingly unclear.

After waiting for no response, its immobilized limbs trembled, resisting the biological instinct to fight for survival.

"I know... I'm sorry, just kill me..."

The other thing laughed loudly, and its infinite joy raised its voice: "How wonderful, no answer, look what you did! How painful! Cruz's brother, fell into a painful fate with Cruz Here! Destiny, changes... If you don't answer, he thinks that he is responsible for all the disasters, my good brother, he doesn't even dare to plead..."

After talking about it, this thing suddenly shed purple and blue tears.

Morse yanked his hand and twisted out a slender and delicate golden needle, carved like a dagger.

There seems to be a mysterious opening at the edge of the dagger, and endless corrupt luster lingers here.

If there were a mortal here at this moment, even if that mortal did not see, hear or smell, and avoided all sensory stimulation, the concentration of chaos here would be enough for him to learn to play chess with his own blood in an instant.

Morse threw out his long sword and completely nailed the other chattering thing over there. Then, he withdrew his sword and sat down on the ground.

Runes surrounded his fingertips, focusing on sealing the source of pollution on his hands; at the same time, the power distributed on the periphery of the palace began to clean and burn inward layer by layer, destroying all surreal erosion phenomena.

Killing the demon is always the easiest part of the process.

As expected, once the pollution here is completely purified, all crises will end.

At exactly this moment, a smell of rust and blood erupted hundreds of miles away, and the rune beacon that Morse had placed at Perturabo hurriedly issued a warning.

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, he spent some of his power on where his apprentice was, at the cost of the reality curtain where he was suddenly fluctuating due to the imbalance of energy.

The six sources of pollution that were previously completely isolated suddenly shattered, intersecting with the auras of the three important corpses already present in the area. The entire scene shook violently, as if it had encountered a hurricane on the ocean, with everything tumbling and changing.

A long string of sharp, high-pitched laughter exploded in his ears, and the sweet and greasy smell rose at the same time.

Morse dug his five fingers into the marble to fix himself. The moment the sword fell out of his arms, the golden dagger happened to pierce his palm.

The last thing he had time to do was to complete the runes on the sword.