Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 644 92. Desire

dance! dance! dance!
The gauze curtains, the graceful figures are indistinct, the brisk bells ring, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness is like wine, brewing the nectar of indulgence.

indulgence!

A slender hand is exposed between the gorgeous cloth, and the fine scales climb up, shining with various styles in accordance with the rhythm of the master's chanting. The layers of bracelets on it are of different styles, such as painted pottery and fine porcelain, but there is no luster of jewelry. With the luxury of gold and silver.

But it's just purple and red.

If anyone witnesses this scene, they will find that this hand is exactly the same as the hand that shot the arrow thousands of years ago - but more delicate and softer, with greasy desire lazily kneaded into the bones, and less desire for power. fangs.

+ha~+
The youngest queen yawned.

The god with incomplete authority looked sideways, but the strange and strange wave clouds in reality seemed too pale and dim - since that surprise ten thousand years ago, he has never been so happy, he has never been so happy.

Everything became boring.

But the stars and the sun are still moving.

Ah...thousands of years ago...that wonderful night, the ultimate darkness.

He enjoyed it as if it were sweet rice.

Not enough...not enough...still not enough...

There was a sound among the colorful beds, and the long tongue wrapped around the wrist. One indulgence thousands of years ago made Him sacrifice too much - so much that He completely changed Himself.

Dominance and vanity were completely far away from Him - but this was not washed away by immersion in the black water, but another existence took them away - fighting, strife, cooperation among gods, being squeezed by reality On this occasion, the [Fifth One] swallowed the remains of the god and successfully stood up.

After this, the half of the subspace that had been washed away by Pluto would not have recovered so quickly - the gods also fell into a half-awake and half-asleep dream, and reality was calm for thousands of years.

But the [Fifth One] is still active.

According to common sense, when the subspace is silent, gods - even demigods and false gods should not revive so quickly.

But the [Fifth One] did wake up quickly and began to erode the authority of Chaos, and even began to backfire on his original camp.

It's unbelievable...

The Prince of Darkness existed lazily. After being disabled, he became even more indifferent. The battle ten thousand years ago completely eliminated the cooperation between Chaos - at least with him, the other gods no longer wanted to reach out to him. Take action.

He didn't care.

He just wants another passion.

And the other gods... Slaanesh sneered. Humans have already figured out some of the key points. The fifth person who has half-stepped into the ranks of gods, and the false four, humans are enough to nourish at least two true gods. Don't the other gods have consciousness? Are you there?

They cannot protect themselves.

The others looked at the youngest queen's self-indulgence with cold eyes, but they couldn't do anything about it. The self-proclaimed benevolent father of nature was injured by the fangs of his offspring - it was just an internal fight, and the other gods were happy to witness this scene.

The Lord of Changes...Slaanesh licked the blood. The "failure" of the plan thousands of years ago also severely damaged his vitality. As for now...the blue guy doesn't know what he is doing, plans, plans, everything is for The final, eternal change he spoke of... Tzeentch was indeed doing exactly that... and ignored the other gods.

He might be playing a big game this time, the Prince of Darkness thought... It's a pity that he has no interest in it.

As for the coward on the blood throne...the bones clicked in the mouth of the youngest queen. Slaanesh was a little confused, a little confused, but didn't know why.

The king on the blood pool has become weaker.

He did grow weaker.

The youngest queen didn't know why.

Slaanesh's weakness is due to that one indulgence thousands of years ago, and the theft from the despicable fifth person in the past ten thousand years; Nurgle's weakness comes from the rebellion of his descendants, when the scythe was thrust into the garden, he was indeed seriously injured; Qi Ze was seriously injured due to the reversal of the chess pieces ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years later, he was entangled by the false emperor again.

They are probably fighting fiercely now.

Slaanesh was not interested in this.

Simple war has become boring. No matter what the battle is, it will always be a move on the chessboard, but He is different - the youngest queen is different - He has personally tasted the sweetness on the stage.

That's different.

He was a little jealous of Nurgle - at least Mortarion had the courage and ability to swing his scythe at Nurgle, and the serious injury of his designated heir was worth savoring... If he had not obtained Fulgrim at that time, he would have been so easy. The earth squandered him away... The Prince of Darkness narrowed his eyes and touched his perfect body...

It would be great if He also had such brave and rebellious offspring... In literary and artistic works, dramas in which authority is overthrown, sons kill their fathers, and ministers kill their kings are always popular...

...If Nuo also wants to attract warriors under his command to challenge him...in the field where he is good at...the youngest queen gasped...thinking like this...he should reward those reckless buffoons more.

It's a pity... it's a pity... it's a pity...

He looked at the glass lamp above his head. It was the other side that countless artists could not reach in their lifetimes. However, it was not carved from precious treasures, but was made of cheap and ordinary materials.

The Dark Prince licked his lips thoughtfully.

……not enough.

Not enough.

Far inferior to that scene back then.

He briefly fell into that indulgent memory again, greedy, and the black river roared at his feet like an absolute beast, but he was as happy as a dancer who was physically playing with a tiger.

Such an indulgent carnival is probably only as wonderful as the moment when He wakes up, and can only be matched by the joy when He wakes up.

The youngest queen laughed, and he thought of the resurrection, the indulgence and unrestrainedness of billions of spiritual people, the accumulation and explosion of billions of years, and finally, while he was still in a drowsy sleep, he smelled the sweetness, so he woke up .

The memory of the time of recovery has become as hazy as cotton candy, and he only remembers the joy - this is the proof throughout his existence.

There are also those little screaming Eldar... the Eldar gods who were helplessly wailing and torn to pieces under His hands... and some other... more ancient beings... but they are also laughing and laughing with Him. Gao Geli was torn apart and thrown into the shadows of the warp.

So happy, so happy, so happy...

Slaanesh subconsciously stroked his anthropomorphic belly, and he seemed to still hear the screams and wails of the Eldar who were devoured by him. The souls of the Eldar were still suffering in his belly, and he gained strength from this.

...He should not forget that happy experience.

The Prince of Darkness said angrily, He still remembers every detail of the comparison with Pluto, every ripple, every scream, every time he was possessed and tried to touch the river... The river also stared at him, with the purest and clearest feeling. greedy.

He remembered the laughter when playing with the river, and the black water became even more greedy and violent after realizing that it was being used by him. Every touch will be lost, and it will no longer exist if you are not careful - it is so wonderful, so wonderful Got it!

Only loss, only being difficult to repeat, will bring more precious and more fanatical pleasure.

He couldn't help but move. But... the movements in Slaanesh's hands paused for a moment.

He should not have blurred the memory of His resurrection.

No... it's probably too pleasant.

The Prince of Darkness thought so, but he also showed his fangs. What does he know... In the rumors of cute pointed ears, Slaanesh is not a solo dancer.

grim Reaper.

Oh, no, no, not the one in Nurgle's Garden.

The youngest queen thought, and she remembered that there was still a sword in her belly. The Pointed Ears left a rumor that if all the old woman's swords were collected, or if all the Eldar were wiped out, the God of Death could be awakened and Slaanesh killed.

Kill Him?

Slaanesh thought that it would be better for him to throw himself completely into the river of Hades and stand on the cliff. He always had the desire to jump to his heart's content.

It's a pity...it's a pity that He still can't do this.

He is the master of concepts and the slave of concepts.

As for the god of death in the Eldar legend - the Prince of Darkness reluctantly pulled his thoughts back, he was still immersed in the vast black sea.

He chuckled.

The Spirit Tribe is completely hopeless, and he has not seen Xigaoqi for a long time. He was probably caught and imprisoned by Tzeentch - this is not surprising, Xigaoqi has a relationship with Tzeentch. Past.

After seeing that the Eldar had little investment potential, Tzeentch probably withdrew his tolerance for Xigaoqi.

This is also why the Death Army is completely useless.

The [Fifth One] came from behind and took root among the Spiritual Race.

What does the fifth person want to do?

The youngest queen thought and grinned.

I was afraid that I wanted to eat Him alive.

If He had the ability and ambition - no, it's not impossible.

But there is only one person who can shatter fate, only Pluto. Pluto - [The Fifth] is just a by-product of Pluto's manipulation of fate.

If He "dies" completely, then there are only two paths.

One is to be devoured by Pluto, who is arrogant and completely ignores the laws of subspace.

The second is for Death to awaken—to kill Slaanesh and replace Slaanesh, or...

The other side of Slaanesh is the god of death.

They are one.

Slaanesh died, and Death resurrected. Slaanesh's resurrection was the product of the decline of the Eldar's huge empire. He was still growing... and Death... was the "final form" of Slaanesh. It was Slaanesh who swallowed everything. The product of the fusion or evolution of the Eldar and the Queen of the Eldar Gods.

But then "Slaanesh" will completely disappear and will no longer exist.

Boring...

The Prince of Darkness thought that this might be the reason why he still couldn't remember the moment when he woke up. The birth of gods runs through time - but he is the only one who has been observed and recorded.

His end is undecided, so his starting point is also undecided.

Tens of thousands of years ago, He might have woken up, or it might not have been Him who woke up... He might still be sleeping... All of this was just a dream... It was the God of Death who revived, and it was the God of Death who woke up... And the Spirit Race is completely No more... Chaos... Time is inherently amorphous.

Slaanesh yawned.

He felt that his far-reaching power was interfered with, interference from time, and he realized with some annoyance that Tzeentch was trying to play with time, and the Sons of Man seemed to have joined in.

They made the already uncertain time even more chaotic!

One...two...

Slaanesh thought angrily. He tried to look back at the ocean of time again, but found that at a specific node, a large mist shone with green light, covering the past time.

what the hell? !
He became even more angry - and at the same time he also realized something. Next, in the observable area, operations involving the past or the future will take place.

…past…future…

Suddenly He paused for a moment.

What did he think of? He thought of some more fun and desirable ways to play. Even if he is a god, the timeline cannot be easily changed, but he can...can...if he is not the one who takes action first, if he can sit back and enjoy the results.

The moment His thoughts touched this thought, the Sea of ​​Chaos gave guidance to the youngest Queen, and rightly so - for He echoed.

Subspace runs through time, and when thoughts are raised, waves will be generated. At a node, the ripples of thoughts will spread forward and backward, touching both the past and the future.

But with the vast black sea in front of him and the mist and light behind him, Slaanesh became a little angry again.

This hindered Slaanesh's observation and made it difficult for him to see the way forward, but it actually didn't matter - because in the future that he could see and observe, a large area of ​​radiant purple appeared together with darkness.

…It’s Him.

Hades... Hades...

he thought.

He is back.

And seemed willing to play with Him.

He realized that he had been remiss in not discovering in time the shadows of his little one, his dancer from thousands of years ago, the Great Devourer, so he ignored them.

He chuckled, and for thousands of years, the chess player who had stopped looking at the chessboard looked at him curiously.

But... He still has to go on stage and sing.

Just for madness, just for desire!
(End of this chapter)