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

Chapter 617 66. A game of chess

The fog is thick.

The thin helmet boots stepped into the mud, and the mist rose and fell with his breathing. The forest was quiet, and the buzzing insects fell to the ground, pattering.

He walked silently.

The garden is falling apart, and the man-made god of death has taken hold of it, its wings are drooping, and death has taken over.

He... was wrong.

He couldn't completely replace Nurgle, he couldn't kill him completely, the Rotten Sky inhabited the High Sky, he couldn't kill a garden.

But even so... Mortarion sighed deeply, his skeletal hands lifted up the fungi that grew out of the gaps in his armor, and looked like green-skinned creatures, and threw them to the ground.

The emerald green fungi soon bent and died in the white mist, and the green-skinned roars in the distance also became smaller, and they were about to leave.

There isn't much time left for him.

The Pale Lord walked alone in this silent forest.

He passed by the corpses of the dead Eldar and heard subtle sobs, like streams, gurgling through the forest.

The forest was still shrouded in a deathly fog.

Mortarion followed the stream upstream.

New shoots are sprouting again on the dead grass, but the color of the green grass is not like the color of Nurgle. The shadows of the trees are sparse, the sun shines on the open space among the bushes, and the white roses are blooming vigorously.

Elsa was there, the Eldar Mother Goddess of Life, dressed in plain gauze, kneeling in the Elsa rose bush, with the shackles still on her wrists and ankles. She was sobbing, standing next to her tall and plump body. Surrounded tightly by her last children.

Mortarion walked over without hesitation. Wherever he stepped, the white roses immediately withered.

"So you didn't come out," the God of Death said calmly. He showed his sickle. The distorted sickle had sharp stings on it. "But you continued to cry here. 】

+I'm sorry. +

Elsa wiped her eyes, and crystal tears fell down. Mortarion was amused when he saw the Eldar around Elsa nervously clenching their swords at him.

+My feet were severely injured by Him and I could not move on. +

【It doesn't matter,】

Mortarion said, Elsa had already entered the best attack range, and the light of the Mother Goddess of Life resisted his Silent Mist, which made the Eldar look even more motivated.

【You won't need them soon. 】

The sickle circulates! The black wind suddenly struck Aisha!

The elite Eldar who gathered around Aisha had no time to react, only a moment! The strong wind brought by the Lord of Death's wings overturned them and flew out like grass stalks!

clang--! ! !

There was a long sound of metal colliding, and Aisha, who was still crying just now, suddenly stood there, holding the chain tightly with both hands. The rancid chain was tight, just enough to stop the scythe of death.

The poisonous sting at the tip of the huge scythe touched the tip of Aisha's nose by just a centimeter.

[It seems you have other plans? 】

Mortarion said calmly, and the next moment his arm exerted force - the scythe was pulled back suddenly!

Aisha, whose face was full of tears, immediately released the chains stuck on the scythe. The chains that bound her in the past were now her only weapons. Before she could stand firm, the Pale Lord's attacks came from all directions!

The giant scythe formed a dazzling afterimage in the air, and every blow was accompanied by an explosive sonic boom! In the rose field, roses were lifted up by the residual wind and fell into the air one after another, like a grand funeral.

clang! Ding ding ding! clang--! clang--!

The sound of metal hitting each other sounded one after another, and among the sickle flowers, blood marks appeared on Aisha's body. They were shallow or deep, and the bones could be seen in the deep ones.

Elsa gritted her teeth. She felt that her legs, which were half cut and rotten by the shackles, could not support her weight. She tried to use the vines growing from the earth to disrupt the pace of death, but it was completely useless.

no no……

There were tears in Elsa's shimmering eyes. The Eldar race was not yet extinct, and her lovely children could still live happily in the world. She thought of the words that the children of Xigaochito had conveyed to her - the Eldar race could still be alive. Return to full glory.

This is why...this is also why...she and her children broke their agreement with the human race. She wants to go back, she wants to go back! The only outcome for helping the human race's God of Death is destruction!

Elsa squeezed out words through clenched teeth,

+I'm sorry...+

She said as softly as possible, + But this world needs love and new life... The human race's god of death, don't destroy anymore. If you let go of the hatred of destruction, the spirit race is willing to join hands with the human race, and we can rebuild... Ah! +

The giant scythe grazed her cheek, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

There was no trace of emotion in Mortarion's eyes. Perhaps there was no trace of sadness or joy in his eyes that were neither human nor insects.

[It was you who "invited" me to slaughter Slaanesh in the first place. 】

The Pale Lord rotated his wrist and struck another vicious blow! Elsa staggered.

The overthrown Eldar stood up and rushed into the battle at this moment, but the Pale Lord looked at them like insects, and his green and white eyes caught a glimpse of Efreni.

Mortarion sneered, and the Lord of Death suddenly raised his voice, vividly imitating the Eldar's words back then,

["Great human death god, we only ask for the death of the youngest queen - we can sacrifice everything for you, if you want our death, please take it as much as you want.\