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

Chapter 506 4.24 It would be great if Slaanesh really just wanted to get points. Wait, does he really want to get points?

It was a dark afternoon. Sitting on the throne, looking angrily at the Emperor of Slaanesh using the Black Realm, he would think of the scene that day when they spoke freely on top of the burning Prospero.

At that time, Hades, who was still rational, had tears in his eyes (Neos could not tell whether those were true feelings or Hades' tears simply for the sake of dramatic effect)

Pluto said with sincerity,

"Nios, Malcador, I haven't had a good day since I got here,"

“That’s what I realized – there’s no end to suffering.”

"This damn, rotten world will always have a moment when you think it's at the end of its rope—"

Hades paused, and the Emperor thought he recalled the scene when he supported Angron,

"Create a new shitty job."

Yes, Nios, who was sitting on the throne with golden flames in his eyes, thought about it. He looked towards the Palace of Six Desires in the distance,

The suffering is endless, both for him and Hades——

and,

He listened to the distant cries and roars of rage from the highest heaven,

In the words of Hades, there are endless bad jobs in this world.

After witnessing Slaanesh waiting in the Circle of Pleasure, the three angry gods immediately understood that Slaanesh was using this to get rid of his own bondage - to make himself more powerful in the future.

Abandon some of the additional powers that conflict with your core authority in exchange for purer power, greater room for growth, and a freer future.

Perhaps Slaanesh thought so at first.

but……

Here is a new question,

That is, will Slaanesh, who values ​​excitement and is undergoing a major transformation, change his mind temporarily?

If it were the other three gods, this would probably be negligible.

- But that was Slaanesh.

Can He, who pursues excitement, really control the proportion of his investment in the dark realm?

Will He change his mind temporarily and devote all of himself to this frightening death waltz in exchange for the continuation of extreme excitement?

No god, not even Slaanesh himself, has a definite answer to this question.

The key to deducing a chess game is to know the interests and needs of the other party, and then perform deductions and predictions.

Unfortunately, even the Emperor and Tzeentch did not foresee Slaanesh's madness.

On the path Slaanesh has chosen for himself, as long as Slaanesh takes one wrong step in his dance, what will greet him, and what will greet most of the highest heaven, is complete annihilation.

And this madman is enjoying it.

Perhaps He was originally aiming for a greater [great cause], but as the death waltz progressed, a madman's temporary change of heart seemed to become logical.

It's time to pray

Pray that Slaanesh will not jump directly under the impact of pleasure and desire before they lead the foolish ones away.

The desperate and furious power fluctuations of Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle came from the subspace.

Layers of golden light exploded around the golden figure on the throne.

Whether this is Tzeentch's plan or not,

But in the end, the Emperor chose to die.

On top of Cadia, Hades still had a physical body. In his neck, in the boundless River Styx, the emperor's finger bone flickered weakly.

Blood spilled from the corners of the Emperor's mouth.

Unfortunately, Tzeentch is now unable to cheer the Emperor's end.

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~Wonderful~Wonderful~The Forgotten River water makes people immersed in it~~

He hummed softly, and the youngest lady felt that everything about herself was melting into the wonderful underworld water.

A tattered skin bag was lying lazily on the bed, with blood flowing out of the skinless flesh.

The bed was surrounded by intense purple light. The purple light was moving downward at an incredible speed, as if it was sacrificing itself.

It is precisely because of the existence of purple light that the bed is floating on the dark river - but even with the blessing of the youngest lady's divine power, it is still sinking slowly and firmly into the black river.

God – it’s inhumanly scary.

Slaanesh thought as He casually stretched out his newly grown hand, hanging from the bedside, teasing Styx.

The River Styx, which was originally concentrating on swallowing the entire palace, undulated for a moment. A small wave jumped up and accurately passed through the second knuckle of Slaanesh's finger.

Without any pause, His severed finger fell into the river, and there was no more sound.

Without time, Slaanesh retracted his hand and naturally bit the severed finger of his current body.

What if His physical body could stay there for even a nanosecond?

He blinked his eyes in confusion and stared at the towering dome of the carnival ring. There were countless exquisite giant paintings drawn on stained glass and biological fluids. Those men and women who were having fun were staring at Him at the same time, like Inquiring about the end of this merrymaking.

The River Styx slowly rose up from the wall, swallowing up those delicate figures, revealing the empty and chaotic supreme sky beyond the wall.

He felt the annoyed stares, and the Prince of Darkness chuckled.

He rarely felt a different kind of excitement.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way.

The war between gods is endless. Under the baptism of infinite time, it means repetition, change and singleness.

Now their wrath was a real delight to the youngest lady.

Slaanesh lowered his other finger again, and the Styx happily swallowed the gift from the Prince of Darkness. Slaanesh looked at the fleeting golden light above the Styx, and was stunned.

He naturally knows their little moves...

...let them be...

There are not many opportunities left for Slaanesh to leave.

The Prince of Darkness thought lazily that at this moment, he was in a rare moment of satisfaction where his heavenly desires were fulfilled - this was also the paradise he and his followers had been pursuing.

And next time, the threshold for entering paradise will be further raised.

He needed to take action as soon as possible. The youngest lady casually hugged the bones on the bed, hugged him and kissed him.

It’s not that He didn’t leave himself a backup plan before. He chose to use Fulgrim’s body to place Fulgrim’s soul on Cadia, and cut and recast the first three rings and the last three rings of bliss, abandoning appetite and Greed, taking pleasure as bait, all for the sake of continuing to exist.

Throw away those irrelevant impurities that interfere with each other, and become closer to His core in exchange for future strength.

But now... now...

The Prince of Darkness uttered a cry of pain and sweetness,

——It started to go deeper.

This interrupted Slaanesh's thinking - or in other words, He himself did not want to think about such a serious and boring issue in this wonderful, hazy moment.

He could feel that deep within the six rings, the crown that represented the lust for power was dimming.

The real God's Drive that lives deep in the palace is twisting uneasily.

Drops of black water seeped out from the gaps, gradually and slowly blocking all exits.

The youngest woman occupying the primarch's body laughed and began to squirm again.

It knows - it certainly knows what's better!

The insatiable underworld water!

Even just now, in order to continue this sweet pain, Slaanesh decisively gave up a small part of the power of the last three rings in exchange for the wonderful game with the Black Realm.

He was in urgent need of action, and the sickle of eternal annihilation was slowly cutting across his neck, but the Prince of Darkness just laughed, rolled on the silk, and allowed himself to slowly sink into the depths of the River Styx.

The already weak purple light flashed and disappeared.

The desire bed carrying the broken body completely fell into the abyss of death.

At this point, the first three rings of Slaanesh's palace have completely fallen into the River Styx.

The river was turbulent and continued to move deeper, with no intention of retreating.

...Forget it, let the other four go.

Anyway, they will try their best.

He just needs to enjoy it—enjoy this wonderful, wonderful stimulation!

With his desires fulfilled, and with the ecstasy of still looking forward to the moment of death, Slaanesh, who had taken off his small half of authority, closed his eyes with satisfaction. He needed time to digest it all——

While the Dark Waters were still lapping at His door, Slaanesh fell into a sweet dream.

This was extremely exciting to Him, this absolute bet of life and death...

...The rest of His kind are going crazy now.

+Slaanesh! ! ! ! ! +

The furious roar calling for the Prince of Darkness floats in the high sky and will not dissipate for a long time.

No more, great!

Wait for me to sort out the outline