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

Chapter 502 4.20 Slaanesh decided to have fun

【Cardia】

Fulgrim could feel it.

It's there.

The being that would allow the primarch to take control of his destiny... it was there.

Fulgrim stumbled towards the place where his best friend was buried. The long voyage through subspace had completely destroyed his body. With each breath, Fulgrim felt the blood spurting out of his lungs.

The messy hair obscured his vision, and the original body brushed it away randomly and continued to move forward.

Fulgrim was running on the land where everything had been extinguished. In the distance, on the horizon where the rising sun should have been, there was a struggling tide of darkness.

He knew that it was staring at him, its pure, greedy, emotionless stare at the original body, at his embarrassment, at his broken soul.

But Fulgrim had no fear.

He only wanted to confirm one thing - the Milky Way collapsed and the stars fell, but after hundreds of millions of years, they would rise again, but their old friends would no longer exist.

For Fulgen, saving everything... no, it's impossible... it's too late, it's already too late.

Because Fulgrim has already made a [deal].

After the farce of fratricide, he was swept up in the turmoil and thrown into the realm of false gods.

Under the gaze of the Supreme Heaven, He asked him to kneel down and bow his head.

The Primarch didn't do that.

Phoenix vowed not to bend his knees.

His resistance aroused his interest... He was very interested. The gods within the six circles of Slaanesh seemed to have had a premonition of all this. The resistance of the original body even brought... pleasure.

He struggled, resisted, and vowed never to compromise.

The Primarch was trapped there, trapped in the cage the gods had prepared for him, and he watched helplessly as his children fell into the demonic tide, unable to survive or die.

The feeling of being corrupted came along the subspace link between the original body and his offspring. He felt that he was on the verge of collapse...but where was the way out?

In a corner of the chaotic subspace, amidst the rolling waves of lustful purple powder, on the other side of complete chaos in time and space, the original body trapped by Slaanesh's mighty power raised his head and glanced up. In the trance of his soul, he saw that existence. .

The water of the Styx is like a viscous liquid, slowly flowing down in the waves of subspace.

The Primarch didn't know why he saw it in Slaanesh's realm - perhaps because it was too large for the galaxy? Or is it too intimidating in this galaxy?

Or in the future or in the past, did it actually invade this area, so that the Primarch trapped here saw it?

What kind of existence is that?

Fulgrim didn't care, but the original body was clearly aware of the pain that the monster itself brought to the subspace. At the edge of the dark cave, all existences screamed and were swallowed up. They tried to escape, but were Slowly and firmly, he drew into the embrace of darkness.

Fulgan knew that his chance had come.

He tried to call to it, but the primarch, unaware of the true form of the Underwater, was unable to seek its gaze—the primarch's attempts only earned him even more intense torment from Slaanesh.

He tortured him, more violently, more urgently - why was he trembling? Why is He waiting?

Fulgrim felt the false god's desire for him. He would never let him go. In the supreme heaven where there is no time, this torture would be endless.

He must leave.

While the black giant beast is still lingering here.

The original body could not confirm the whereabouts of the beast. Among the thousands of waves, its figure was uncertain. It was huge and intimidating, but also vague and hazy. Under the fierce impact of the supreme sky, it seemed that it would suddenly disappear in the next moment. .

And the distance between it and here... is changing with the ups and downs of the original body's thoughts.

Eventually, the Primarch realized that when his thoughts pointed to that particular corner, his greedy gaze would sweep over it - the palace of desire had an ominous undertone.

Amid the violent ups and downs, the flow of blood and lust, the original body's thoughts grasped the key he needed. His decision will change the future, and the future will affect the subspace at this moment.

It's approaching.

Fulgrim thought in his mad desire that he needed to leave, he needed to get out of here - no! He can't stay any longer! This is his last chance, otherwise, he will completely fall into the abyss of drunkenness.

He was waiting too - waiting for the Primarch to give him a chance, looking at him patiently, waiting for him to make his request.

He seemed to be expecting something too.

【……I want……】

The original's pupils had begun to dilate as he squeezed these words out of Toothless's mouth, each syllable making his exposed lungs rise and fall like a deflated pink inflatable toy.

[...make a deal with you. 】

The nails that penetrated his flesh and blood let out a groan of satisfaction. They were placed in front of the original body from beginning to end. The mirror that was used to defeat his will began to fog up. His consciousness took a last look at himself. He saw a bloody and fleshy existence, all kinds of things. Thick liquid dripped from the bumps, which were the scars of love.

Fulgrim spoke his request slowly and word by word.

【My will will always remain pure,】

The Primarch said that with his words, the Primarch felt the darkness of Slaanesh's palace, and in the coming future, he lost part of his power.

What on earth...is he expecting?

[Put my soul closest to it... In exchange, you take away the perfect part of my body and leave me the incomplete part. 】

【If you agree,】

【Now……】

Fulgrim felt his mouth overflowing with sweet blood again, mixed with unknown pieces of flesh. The Slaanesh demon army around him with various torture instruments disappeared silently. In the dim gray pink, only What remains is the original body hanging upside down on the cross and the mirror opposite him.

The position he was in seemed to be collapsing,

[…This transaction can be completed now. 】

Passion and madness faded together, and the future was decided. Under the palace decorated with numerous patterns, a voice sounded like a coquettish, angry, silver bell-like laughter.

+Deal! +

It was as if He was looking forward to this deal. The original body could no longer think too much and his brain trembled as he thought, He doesn't understand... Of course he doesn't understand!

Obviously following his words, he could clearly feel that the power of the false god was beginning to weaken, and that part of the lost power would be swallowed up by the underworld water and never return!

But why did He say yes so simply?

The original body was in a trance. He heard the laughter between the heavy silk and satin bed curtains. He saw the graceful figure who suddenly stood up after spinning hazily. He laughed, rippling like spring water, and threw back the charming look towards him. Eye.

Those warning or probing glances disappeared.

He walked to His dressing table, and the maids opened the curtains for Him. His brows and eyes were reflected in the mirror, and He cheerfully ordered the servants to bring out His treasures.

+Okay, okay~+

The youngest lady yelled, "All go away, all go away, they won't understand Him."

He thought with trembling excitement.

Is He conforming to His concepts? Or are you violating His concepts? The Prince of Darkness did not want to explore the emotions after that. He only focused on that moment, that ultimate moment.

This moment only belongs to Him and the other side, and has nothing to do with other existences.

After having a brief taste of that unique experience, the bone-gnawing itching was still pursuing Him. How happy He was and how He loved it.

The youngest lady is in charge of desire, the pinnacle of perfection, and she pursues the ultimate - the rapture of absolute perfection.

He is the god awakened from the self-destructive orgy of the Eldar.

The black and purple bracelet made a soft sound, and the black gauze was covered in a corner of the purple silk. The balance of the supreme heaven can never be broken, since they will not let their desires continue to spread...

So why not have a grand carnival of your own choice?

Ah~~~~This wonderful—all the wonderful things!

...Of course, oh, yes, of course of course of course -

+My dear,+

The long and tough pink tongue licked the fangs,

+The one you love is also by its side. +

+Go find him. +

The delicate arms bent, twisting away his perfect body, and the broken mass was thrown away by Him at will. Under the curved eyebrows, the regret was reflected by the pure starlight in the abandoned thing, but in the even greater bliss In front of us, these are all trivial sacrifices!

Oh my God - He has, He can't wait!

Come, His dear!

No more, let’s make up for the arrears during the winter vacation...vomit the soul...