Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 501 4.19 Coming, brother?

In the crowded hall, a high-pitched symphony was played, the strings trembled, and beautiful chapters flowed out.

"oh!"

The aristocratic lady in complicated and heavy clothes let out an exclamation. She seemed to have been touched suddenly, and the pendants on her head swayed with her staggering, twinkling with starlight.

When the man next to her saw this, he immediately stepped forward to comfort the frightened woman. The woman raised her glass with a smile and responded to the men's pursuit in a pretentious tone.

"Shhh."

With a ferocious stiff smile on his side, he raised his index finger.

The tall alien woman and the man, who was laughing and chatting with each other, passed side by side. The corner of the long dress gently scratched the thick hem of the woman's clothes.

But a few people seemed not to notice the alien race at all, and they danced past them like a clown.

Among the crowds under the bright crystal lamps, the Harlequin's discordant and exaggerated costumes were like swimming fish swimming through the rapids, silently and no one noticed.

The people who came to participate in the coronation ceremony of the Primarch toasted in celebration. Between the cups, the stupid power game of the nobles continued. Even if the galaxy fell, they could still huddle on their own planet and surrender to the Legion in exchange for their own corruption. life.

Who is in power and who is in power is not something that these local cowards need to worry about.

This is no different from their previous lives of revelry and extravagance. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, it will be like this in the future, and the descendants will still be like this...

Sweet and hypocritical, the precious words turned into inarticulate moans. During the dance steps, the skirt as smooth as a waterfall turned into well-tanned leather, and the pieces of flesh hugged each other. Under the remaining hair, it was all black like a spider. His eyes were looking around confusedly.

The clown at the front paused and looked at the arch that separated the hall and the corridor. Pink armors criss-crossed in the corridor, blocking their progress.

The Eldar turned around. The leading clown was wearing clothes completely different from his race. On the dark cloth, silvery white and dazzling green lightning patterns exploded irregularly.

He raised his hand and made a few casual gestures.

With his gesture, carnage bloomed.

Countless Eldar lurking in the demonic tide suddenly emerged. They danced wildly in the crowded hall, raising their thin arms, and the single-fiber metal wires covering the entire hall suddenly shrank.

In an instant, a cold light flashed in the air!

The last end of the thread, stained with blood, was inserted into the Harlequin's Kiss, and the battle was over.

Without a trace of hesitation, the clowns immediately left the hall and rushed into the corridor, trying to deal with the guards of the Emperor's Children as quickly as possible. Those idiots who did not know what was happening were directly forgotten by the Eldar.

Throughout the hall, people, or demons, stood trembling slightly, as if they still didn't know what was happening.

"Honey?"

The end of the woman's words trembled slightly, and she looked at the noble man opposite her. His smile seemed slightly misplaced, but then, the woman's eyeballs protruded, liquefied flesh and blood spurted out of her body, and severe pain erupted from her bone marrow. Open, before Bliss caught up with her, the beautifully dressed ball of flesh turned into pieces of different sizes, and collapsed to the ground with screams.

Sporadic gunshots from bolters came from further away, but in the dead silence of the hall, only the liquefied organs and bones remained, and thick, stinking blood covered the entire ground, flowing quietly.

Hazy purple light spilled from the chandelier covered in human skin, and blood slowly began to flow regularly.

One foot stepped on blood.

The first minute and thirty-five seconds after the advance team left, the Harlequin team escorting the decoys (including the original body) arrived here. The human decoys looked at everything in front of them in fear, their muscles and stomachs involuntarily moving. Cramped.

If they identify carefully, they might be able to find their relatives, lovers, or children in this pool of blood.

People tensed their nerves and walked over the liquefied corpses. They were trembling. Their intense fear and nervousness made them start calling more devoutly - calling for the coming of the gods.

"Praise to Pluto," "I give everything to you - please give me peace." "Pluto, extinguish all this." "Pluto! Save Xiao Liya's soul, she didn't mean to do it. Come here.”

Corax listened silently to the cries of the people. In addition to prayers for help, the cries were also mixed with heartbreaking content.

The primarch turned around, and he saw a gray-haired old man calling to Hades, hoping that he would grant peace to his fallen family.

Tears flashed in the mortal's eyes, and he seemed to want to throw himself on the ground to collect the pieces of meat scattered on the ground, but was stopped by the Eldar guarding him pushing him with a gun. The old man had to be pushed away by the crowd with tears in his eyes.

Will those completely fallen souls still have a chance to achieve complete sleep?

Corax couldn't bear to look at him anymore and turned his gaze to the flesh and blood that were still squirming just now. As a layer of faint darkness fell, the uneasy presence on them disappeared, and the entire hall was quickly shrouded in a layer of gray.

This made Corax feel even more uncomfortable.

Until now, the original body has still carefully not chosen to use that title. His heart has been warning him that the threat to the original body from "The Fool" is not low.

Like an approaching storm, the original body felt the restless pressure. In Corax's ears, the tearful prayers alternated high and low, buzzing in a trance. The hazy purple color quickly faded and was replaced by It is emotionless, cold, and numbingly gray.

This is the precursor to the coming storm.

This is the glance with which He casts His gaze.

Corax glanced at the Eldar who were urging the decoys to move forward. Without a trace of hesitation, the figure of the original body disappeared in an instant, just like a dark shadow beside a candle, disappearing in an instant.

Harlequin, who had caught the aura of the original body, turned his head and saw the corner of Corax's shadow, but the shadow quickly left.

Harlequin Wuyan contacted Dujiao, the being who played [Pluto].

"He ran away. The location is the lobby on the first deck of the lower cabin."

"Don't worry about him."

At the other end, the horn holding the sickle in his hand and cutting off the Emperor's son's head said calmly,

They didn't have the strength to control a Primarch anymore, and it was ridiculous to ask the Primarch himself to perform warp prayers. The Harlequins only needed to lure Corax to the Emperor's Pride, and the rest was left to them. To the primarch that alluring soul.

The horn with a dark face lowered its scythe, Pluto, Pluto... Pluto... He called out the name deep in his heart, and warm blood and tears were shed in the long and crowded corridor, and the remains of countless sons of the Emperor were piled up. In the corner, along with the bleeding wall, there was a cry that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

But as soon as the sight flickered, the corpses with tentacles and crab claws were just lying quietly, with a rotten fragrance exuding from the flowing blood.

This place has been severely eroded by subspace.

The Onehorn realized that if the Primarch's coronation was truly completed, part of the Emperor's Pride would literally sink into the palace of Slaanesh.

This news did not make Dujiao feel depressed. On the contrary, he was wildly joyful and beat violently along with the heart that did not belong to him.

The connection with the youngest lady here is so close, the strategy, the might... everything is eclipsed in front of the Lord of the Underworld. His power is so simple and crude, yet so generous... The Prince of Darkness cannot escape. .

Dujiao wanted to let out a high-pitched laugh, but the role he played did not allow him to release himself like this.

The Eldar stood there calmly, looking at the closed door in front of him. On the other end, the high-pitched praises of the host of the Emperor's Children were ringing.

Dujiao knew that the scene on the other side of the door might be a complete replica of the Six Rings of Slaanesh—even, maybe part of the other side had fallen into the abyss of desire...

Flesh and flesh, human skin, potions that cause confusion, and overlapping human bodies, he can think of it. Of course he can think of the scene on the other side. One Horn will not be surprised by this. This is just a remnant of the Eldar clan's past. .

Among the eroding corpses, Monkey King adjusted his clothes, his heart beating, reminding him of how a true god would behave. He stepped solemnly, his companions following him, behind them, hungry and eternal. The dark behemoth that is more than satisfied is coming towards this end.

They've already won.

Pluto had already memorized Slaanesh, and Unicorn thought that to Pluto, this strange spiritual energy was as dazzling as a bright gem shining in the dark galaxy.

For such a greedy thing, He will come after this beautiful phantom.

For him, Dujiao smiled and pushed open the door, feeling the power in front of him that made his soul scream, feeling the gaze behind him that made his soul fall into an ice cave,

All that was left was for him to laugh with all his might at Slaanesh before dying.

Praise Sigochi, praise Pluto!

Dujiao opened the door, and his mouth seemed to overlap for a moment with the god he tried his best to imitate.

"traitor!"

He shouted these words, but then, the magnificent music and bright light at the door confused him for a moment.

He saw Fulgen standing on the high platform, receiving praise from everyone, and looking at him casually.

No more, spit out the soul...