Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"No, my friends, not only is the most important database of this STC intact, but the interpretation device and some valuable additional devices are also well preserved. In fact, my idea before was that if its interpretation device is basically normal , then I will count it as a complete STC. Therefore...it is more complete than I imagined."

Big E answered the egg in a relaxed tone, and at the same time added the things promised to the hammer guys to the combat points of each hammer guy.

"By the way, Big E, why don't you recommend a forging world to this STC? Although I was worried that directly specifying the forging world would be a side effect, so the idea is to throw this thing to the old buddies of the wolf group active here and let them use it. Bring Fenris back to make a decision, but if you..."

Although I have discussed with Gu how best to deal with this STC, after thinking about it, the egg still remains

He decided to ask Big E what he thought, but before he could finish his words, Big E smiled and agreed with Egg's point of view.

"You are right. It is not a good thing to give an STC to any forging world too easily. As one of the eagle heads of the Empire's double-headed eagle, the internal organization and power of the Adeptus Mechanicus is even more chaotic. Beyond the empire itself, a few small changes are enough to turn this STC into a legend known only to those who have experienced it.”

"So, Big E, if there was a Water Caste diplomat who figured out all the political structures of the Empire, would you declare on the spot that Tau is an Imperial demi-human?"

After hearing Big E briefly commenting on the structure of the empire, Abathur suddenly thought of a meme and couldn't help but ask a question. This question successfully made Big E's mouth twitch and he thought about it seriously. For a moment.

"...If the structure of the empire was really figured out by a Tau Water Caste diplomat, then either the structure of the empire was no longer complicated enough that a guy like Tau could figure it out. Or, Like some jokes, that guy is not a titanium guy."

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‘Singing and dancing’

‘The aroma spreads’

With—boom! With a sound, the door made of flesh and bone was blasted open by a bomb.

"...My dear wizard, this is the sixth door you have broken. Although I know that you always think that my art is not perfect, can you comment on it and then put it into perspective?" Its destruction?"

The gorgeous Karanz drunkenly raised his head from a pile of God-knows-what stuff. His big eyes, which were a bit too much even for Slaanesh's stuff, flickered innocently as he looked at the blaster with a blaster. The chief wizard of his own warband entered his room with a tone full of matter-of-factness - naturally, his words made the only 'normal' wizard in this warband feel his temples throbbing, and he felt the pain in his body. The mutated superhuman organs are twisting.

"——Lord Karanshi, I would like to remind you very carefully that the subspace storm surrounding this galaxy has begun to thin out. And because you continue to use the sacrifices to do things that have nothing to do with the ritual, the entire ritual has slowed down. Slowed down by at least half. If you want to retreat, we still have some time."

"Ah - I don't want it! I still have a lot of fun that I haven't enjoyed yet!"

The wizard's suggestion made Calanz scream. The wizard, who had guessed that he would get this answer before knocking on the door this time, nodded slightly, walked to Calanz, and lifted him away like mud. stand up.

"If you want more fun, come with me."

Sixty-six. The final goal, Udal

The sea of ​​blood boiled, bones rubbed together, the dead wept, and the living wailed.

Sixty-six beautifully made execution racks were arranged in groups of six to form a huge holy symbol of Slaanesh, swaying in the sea of ​​blood formed by the blood of the victims. On each execution rack, there were There are six types of execution tools with different uses. And on top of each execution prop is a victim who continues to scream - these are barely holding on despite the power of Slaanesh and the 'best efforts' of the Angels of Paradise warband Astartes. The people of the empire with a little bit of nature encountered the most terrifying thing since their birth. Moreover, in the foreseeable and infinite future, their souls will encounter even more indescribable pain...

However, such a sacrilegious scene is just a condensed and shortened version of the horrific ritual originally planned by the wizards of the Angels of Elysium warband. Originally, according to the idea of ​​this ambitious Slaanesh wizard, he should have used all the resources of the Udal world with the help of his own battle brothers, and simultaneously opened six kinds of weapons named by himself. The ritual of 'filthy rain, illusory mist, sea of ​​blood, earth of desire, greedy wind, and lazy clouds' tears the veil between reality and the demonic realm of Slaanesh to the greatest extent possible. If everything operates normally, then in sixty-six days, the army of the Lord of Joy will step into reality-different from the three or two succubi on the space station before, they will be led by the big devil in the true sense. The Slaanesh demon army, the wizard is convinced that such a force is enough to plunge the Morton Hess galaxy into a new subspace turmoil before the subspace storm dissipates - even, the entire Morton Hess galaxy is dragged into the subspace. Space is not impossible.

However, the ideal is very full, reality?

It's even more outrageous than the word skinny!

"Ah...I'm sorry, wizard...I couldn't help but drink all the medicinal wine used in the ceremony...There is still a little left. Do you want to take a sip? No? This is a pity. Already..."

These were the words that an Astartes of the Paradise Angel warband in charge of the Dirty Rain Ceremony stifled most of the drink that was supposed to be given to the mortals as sacrifices, and then swayed out.

"....Wizard? When did you come in? Yes, I love you too - do you want to sleep together?"

This was the performance of a member of the Blissful Angels Astartes warband who went to take charge of the Inert Cloud and ended up lying on his back before a mortal could.

"Hehehe, wizard, do you know? After eating that dog, I saw Bo Zai. Come on, Bo Zai, let's go run around together -"

A certain person volunteered to serve as a guard at the site of the Mist Ceremony, and then beheaded all the mortals who were sacrificed, then rushed into the Mist and wallowed in the Astartes.

"It's not a big problem, wizard. I can feel that I am being watched by the Lord of Joy. I can definitely complete the task you have arranged. As long as I have some more of this good thing... Hiccup -"

Feeling that the land of desire suited their tastes, the members of the Paradise Angel warband started cooking and having fun on the spot, holding up an exquisite skull that was used as a container. The captain, who spoke incoherently, spoke in the air, not realizing that the wizard was standing behind him. fact.

In short, after making a series of preparations, the wizard was very depressed to find that all the things he had worked so hard to prepare for the ceremony would be wanton by his 'good brothers' before the ceremony could get on track. Most of it was squandered, or because of their 'neglect of duty', it turned into something completely meaningless. The wizard, who felt that he was extremely overwhelmed, wanted to drag Calanz out of the platform to ask the other guys in the Angel of Paradise war gang to restrain themselves. However, after blowing up the door several times, he was surprised to find that not only did he, the leader of the war gang, have no idea to stop the other guys. Stat's operation actually joined in!

As a result, the wizard had to revise the ceremony, streamline most of the things, and then dragged a bunch of "comrades" who were not successful enough but failed enough to the ceremony site, and reluctantly arranged them in some positions that they were probably interested in. After that, the 'hook up' and 'resign yourself to fate' modes were activated.

Because the current wizards themselves are not sure whether such a crude ritual can win the favor of even a great demon in the field of pleasure...

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"...So, Mr. Lich, you don't understand what the current situation is in the Udal world?"

"Yeah, I can't say that the parameters are incomprehensible, I can only say that there are no rules at all."

Above the Queen of Glory, the hammer guys who have almost settled the matter on Marko look at it with tangled expressions. Since they have nothing to do in the recent period, they mainly stay on the Queen of Glory part-time and use the silent chess pieces to monitor the world of Udal. The Lich Lord, who was experiencing fluctuations in the subspace, took out the data monitored in the recent period with a speechless expression. Suddenly, a line with more undulations than the most exciting roller coaster on earth was presented in front of the hammer guys.

"Looking at the parameters, Slaanesh's stuff really wanted to do a lot of work at first, and then within two days, their level of performance dropped all the way. Now, they barely prepared something, tossing the gap between reality and subspace. The curtain?”

Liang Feifan frowned.

"That should be the case, but it cannot be ruled out that it was a trick of Slaanesh's gadgets or that they had already completed the ritual at that time - after all, the pollution cloud over Udal was too thick, and even the Necron chess pieces were difficult to use with visible light. way to get a glimpse of what’s going on on the ground.”

The Lich Lord is cautious.

"Based on the virtues of the S family, they usually use unsavory tricks, such as poisoning or seduction with desire. Such strategic-level tricks are not in line with their virtues. It would take even six days to complete the ritual. It’s not there, it doesn’t match the holy number of Slaanesh, so it doesn’t look like it.”

The political commissar thought for a moment and began to deduce.

"If you just want to touch six, if you can do it in six hours, it can be considered as completing the ritual with the holy number...?"

After thinking about the ways in which Six could appear within two days, the Chosen One spoke uncertainly.

"I'm sure, but I personally think that the Slaanesh demon that can be summoned from the subspace in six hours is only about that strong - Abathur, how about we go down and fight the vanguard again to see what's going on?"

After looking at the chess pieces in his hand, he found that his subordinate Shenjing, who still had plenty of combat power, was about to move.

"——I'll forget it. The Tyranids are not retreating fast enough. When the empire lands and sees the Tyranid jumping around, they will suspect that something is going on in this galaxy."

Although he really wanted to go, Abathur regretted rejecting Ji Jing's invitation considering that the empire's preparations for the raid on Udal were at an end. Ji Jing thought about it and felt that Abathur's words made sense, and gave up on starting the alien alliance. plan.

"Then, I'm going to go for a walk first?"

"Go! By the way, remember to mosaic all the pictures!"

Sixty-seven. Battle of Udal—Necromancer Vanguard

A land mass composed of numerous dark purple squares.

A building made of countless half-red and half-white squares.

Dark red squares flowed in the ditch on the side of the road. From time to time, some small squares, like foam, would splash out of them and splash on the edge of the ditch.

Weird objects made of colorful squares were erected everywhere, with flags made of squares floating on them. Small purple squares poured out from the flag one after another, turning into something like smoke, spreading in all directions. Things that are made entirely of squares and have roughly the outline of a person can be seen everywhere, although most of their structures are weird and incomplete.

"So, the situation in Udal's world is so bad now that even mosaics can't save it. It must be deeply harmonized like this?"

Liang Feifan sat on his chair in the battle hall of the Queen of Glory, eating snacks while using very subtle words.

His eyes looked at the live broadcast of Udal sent back by the Silent Necron that was displayed on the main screen - admittedly, the Hammermen all knew that according to the style of Slaanesh's stuff, the picture on Udal must not be the same. It may be presented to them as a prototype, but...

Is it too exaggerated that this was directly harmonized into ‘Minecraft’?

"When my ribs fell, more than a dozen subspace pollution alarms were sent back. Slaanesh pollution reached its peak. A simple mosaic could no longer cover up the terrible scenes above, so I directly turned the harmony level to the highest level."

Standing next to his own war sandbox, He Jing brushed the information passed back by the chess pieces he threw down, and explained to Liang Feifan with an uncomfortable look why he made such a choice - as the only one who 'appreciated' Some hammer guys who only have mosaic scenes in the Udal world feel that they have a very good say in this matter.

"It's hard to imagine what kind of devil's nest Udal is now - is this world basically teetering on the edge of an extermination order?"

Staring at the gadgets on the screen that had been harmonized into cubes, but just thinking about the style of the Slaanesh gadgets, one could guess the identity of the gadgets. Even as a Hammer, God's Chosen felt a twinge in his heart. Chill.

"Although it's not, it's not far away. Brother Space Wolf has already said that for Udal, if you don't want the world to really suffer an extermination order, you can only use the 'pseudo-extinction order' method to deal with it—— Let me tell you, Silence, given Udal's current situation, don't do any reconnaissance, just let your ribs troops fire all the way!"

"Um, sister political commissar, is your suggestion a bit too radical? The silent troops went down to explore the situation, right?"

"I think Sister Political Commissar's suggestion is quite valid - don't forget that our chess pieces are essentially E Demons, and they are the purest kind! Isn't purifying subspace pollution one of the most fundamental responsibilities of E Demons?"

"This is indeed...what do you think of silence?"

"What do I think? Of course I think it's great!"

Ji Jing grinned and pushed a chess piece forward one square.

"Necrons, start pushing!"

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Indulge.

Indulge.

Indulge.

The white flesh squirmed like maggots beside the dark yellow stinking puddle. Every time it squirms, the puddles will ripple with ambiguous ripples. With every squirm, a body that has stopped moving will float up from the water waves and then sink into the water.

The guy with a big belly that looked like he was going to explode in the next second was still crazily stuffing his mouth with everything he could eat. Although basically the things in front of these gadgets cannot be called "normal food", they still never stop eating.

The mortal with a thin face and chaotic eyes held a paintbrush with God knows what the raw material was. He dipped it into the semi-solidified liquid next to God knows what it was, and then smeared it randomly on the rotten and smelly leather in front of him, painting scenes with meaning. An unknown and crazy 'abstract picture'. If you look a little closer, you will be surprised to find that there are definitely holes on these leathers similar to the facial features of humanoid creatures!

Groups of things with decorations that would disgust normal people hung on their bodies, running and singing on the streets that were mostly eroded by flesh and blood. Harsh and discordant sounds kept pouring out from their mouths, turbulent the air and impacting the eardrums. . Even though their faces were distorted to the point of bleeding from all seven holes, and even though their vocal cords were severely injured, these things still didn't stop singing.

There are also those who are carving bones with knives 'concentrated', those who are carefully turning over the victims' internal organs, and those who are trying their best to twist their bodies to achieve a terrifying beauty...

This is Udal now, no longer illuminated by the glory of the Emperor. Although the sacrilegious ritual of the wizards of the Angel of Paradise warband had to be simplified into a streamlined version due to the dissatisfaction of the warband members. However, the stirring evil power of subspace is enough to tear apart the minds of most mortals in the world, making them unintentionally become part of the chaotic ritual that pollutes the world and distorts reality. Not to mention, there are still people on Udal. Mortals who are qualified to 'move freely' are those who have invested themselves in the path of desire.

Then, light appeared in the hive.

The silent metal held various weapons, and under the guidance of the overwhelming swarm of scarabs, silently stepped into this unreasonable ultimate 'heaven'. The green light connected into pieces, tearing apart the diffuse purple mist and annihilating it. The squirming flesh screamed and disappeared in the light, the suspended soul was relieved in sighs, the breath of reality gradually became rich, and the joy of the supreme heaven disappeared little by little.

"Um?"

Naturally, the sudden appearance of the "joyful void" in the concept of subspace on Udal successfully attracted the attention of the wizards of the Angel of Paradise warband who were actually monitoring the progress of the ceremony despite being messed up. After repeatedly confirming that his unreliable warband brothers had not lost interest in the ritual, and that the empire had not yet attacked the world of Udal, the wizard decided to take a trip himself to see what was interesting in that area. What happened - it would be great if we could find a few guys who dare not bow the knee to the Prince of Joy.

So he stood up and picked up

Got his own staff.

"You guys, follow me."

Sixty-eight. The Battle of Udal - The Chess of Chaos

All that is touched and felt is nothingness.

This was the first feeling after the wizard of Slaanesh took his own bodyguard and stepped into the area that had been plowed by the silent army of ribs. As a Chaos Astartes who follows the Prince of Joy, he has long been familiar with the various scents on the battlefield - especially the scent of pain and death. However, everything that was presented to him now made him clearly realize one fact——

From Slaanesh's perspective, this area was indeed a 'vacuum', so vacuum that he felt that no sentient creatures had ever lived here!

"Wizard, this place makes me feel bad."

A Noise Warrior stared at his severely mutated eyes, trying his best to operate his ears that, although they had become hollow, were many times better than mortals, trying to capture even a little bit of the 'waves' of intelligent creatures. . However, no matter how hard he tried, all he saw and heard was silence.

"It's like a tomb - even a tomb is noisier than here. Inside the tomb, I can at least hear a little bit of the voices of the dead."

Another Noise Warrior used his distorted voice to briefly describe his feelings. Hearing his subordinate's "sentiment", the wizard who felt more and more that something was wrong couldn't help but knit his brows.

"Inject Potion No. 1 and stay vigilant - we don't have any extra eyes and ears to help now."

"yes."

Hearing the wizard's cautious tone, the noise warriors who originally wanted to complain for a while that this place was not exciting enough and wanted to go home early collectively expressed their dissatisfaction by shrugging or shaking their heads, and then started the syringe honestly. , sending the medicine that the wizard ordered them to inject into their own blood vessels. As the medicine began to work quickly, the sensory sensitivity of the warriors of Slaanesh suddenly increased to another level.

"It's still dead quiet, wizard, and I think we should maybe... There's something moving underground! They're getting closer to us!"

"????"

Before the wizard of the Angel of Paradise could project his power in that direction according to the instructions of his subordinates, the metal ground suddenly trembled, and with the sound of cracks, an overwhelming number of undead scarabs poured out from the gaps and pounced on them. The Astartes of the Angels of Paradise warband whose "looks changed drastically" were exposed.

"...!"

The next moment, the wizard was completely overwhelmed by the swarming scarabs, and before he lost consciousness, he saw——

The scene where his own guards were swept to the ground by the green light like crops harvested by scythes.

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The sound of rustling book pages.

Ruoyouruowu is lingering in my ears, but I can't figure out the lyrics of the song.

The thing touching his cheek softly, maybe it's a feather...wait, what is a feather?

It seemed like someone's voice was whispering, but what was it?

I can't open my eyes, my nose can't smell, it's like I've lost all senses except hearing and touch - but who am I? Where are you? Why do you do this?

Endless sounds danced in his ears, and endless touches slid against his skin. Fragmented yet familiar things kept crossing his mind, crazily injecting obscure things into his soul that he should be able to understand. Gradually, the broken consciousness began to be reconstructed, and the lost memories were integrated into his spirit again.

"Have you remembered? Have you remembered everything?"

The light blue mist rose in front of the wizard of the Paradise Angel warband, who slowly recalled his terrible experience not long ago. The sharp laughter originating from the supreme sky tore his eardrums in waves, and the chaos began. In the middle, the demonic fire of Tzeentch rises, and at the end of the field of vision, the figure of the All-Changing Demon Lord appears.

"...."

Because he was completely confused about his current situation, the wizard chose to remain silent.

Because his mind was still full of confusion, the wizard of the Angel of Paradise warband chose to remain cautiously silent. Seeing his actions, Tzeentch raised his head, spread his wings, and laughed. At the same time, his voice also changed from as sharp as an eagle's cry... to a slightly out-of-touch... elegant male voice?