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

Chapter 651 99. The big stage of Slaanesh!
Winter and grasslands——Disorder superposition——Aliens——Crazy tail-biting snake——Concept backlash——Self-entertainer——Madman, Queen of Desire, Shedding Skin, Madman, Dancer Dancing with Fire——

Break down that wall.

Into the realm of delusion.

madman.

The Lord of Desire.

Winner?
Loser?
Nine hundred trillion secret words condensed into strange lights, streaking across the bird's feathers - the keeper of secrets, the king who controls fate, the manipulator of time, the trader -

chess player.

The merciful one weeps, the blood master cuts off his own arm, and the road to the supreme ladder closes. One is cunning, the other is tyrannical; one is wise, the other is a prisoner.

piece.

The end will be determined.

+You see—but you do not see the truth and reality—that time is a toy locked in a narrow box—and you are the cat. +
+Me? I am just a spectator. +
Cooperation has become a rarity, but you still hold the reins, and your wild and absurd colleagues are the beasts you ride, even if they don't know it.

Perhaps they are happy to see this.

The newcomer is still young, playing with power makes Him crazy and unable to see the way forward - but it is just a rest outside the sight of the gods. The gods have awakened and are happy as drinking water and crazy as a rabbit.

The Lord of Change will look away, the veil turning into a plaything between reality and illusion, and the youngest of them, the Ouroboros, is the most experienced in this, and He is laughing happily.

And the chess player knows what the pieces want.

He looked towards the Emperor.

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The galaxy is trembling.

Some huge absurd existence is invading it, the pain is causing the eternal sun to fall, and the stars are boiling and burning in unbearable heat.

No.

He is both entering it and being entered, but there is only one active party, the Lord of Desire who is crazy and fallen into the slavery of desire. He dominates it, like the foreplay when He wakes up.

The ants trembled in the chaotic turbulence caused by their mating. The great joy made Him not care about the details. Their small screams became ridiculous. No matter how huge the music was, it could not support the groan of the universe.

He tore it apart, and it tore Him apart.

Great things are always accompanied by long-term pain. He needs to be patient. This is no longer the opportunity that reality and dreams reward you - He was a newborn that day, and newborns are always treated well by the world, but He is no longer.

So it resists you.

This displeased Him, He felt angry - the star rain pouring down from the sky comforted Him again, and He recalled the joy of that day - things always became more difficult, and it was obvious that the world was not a virgin, it was a whore.

Now this bitch is squeezing Him hard, squeezing Him out with rules—

He just wanted a night of pleasure and pursued the true path of desire.

What did He do wrong?
But He finally succeeded. He held its hand tightly and inserted it into His body. He wrapped the world around Him and the world wrapped Him around Him - it was tiring, but it was all worth it.

Slaanesh laughed in amusement.

The ants cheered beneath Him.

The vacuum became a medium between reality and illusion. That was His authority. The world was no longer cold or empty. It was filled with a kind of hot and fanatical illusion.
The ants were thrown out of the shells they built by the last stubborn rules of the world. They should have died directly and turned into nothingness, but the warm hometown you built saved them, so they screamed or groaned, drunk in this madness.

He felt happy and tired, but time still flowed -

He hates time, he likes time, time is always chaotic between chess players, but now, it is still flowing well and moving forward to a farther distance.

This means that His time is short.

Although the youngest queen was anxious, she knew what she wanted.

He eagerly reached out to it, the tiny creation of the ants, and saw that it had sunk deeply into the soft silk of desire, its dragon spine broken, no longer the boring appearance it once had in the garden.

The stranded Endurance.

He stretched out his hand and pulled open the shell, just like breaking open a chocolate ball with a melted core. Jue element flowed down along with flames, screaming particles, and blood.

He felt hungry.

The Prince of Darkness stretched out his long tongue and licked the inside quickly. Time was running out, time was running out - he could already hear Elsa's cries of pity. Oh, God, she was still so attractive to him.

He felt the heat in his abdomen, billions of souls of the Eldar screaming in his stomach, and he also screamed -

Where are you, Elsa?
He stretched out his hand hastily, and felt a powerless touch between his fingers, which made him shudder in pain, but the seal was loosened and Slaanesh smelled the wonderful scent.

He hurriedly reached out his hand again - but suddenly the cold Galaxy told him that the boring guy was coming - he didn't like that guy, ugly, boring, stubborn - he knew why the fat man liked him.

He doesn't like him.

But he's already here.

[Dark Cloud] is simply a synonym for spoiling the fun. Slaanesh turned his attention away unhappily. He thought about what he used to be like before he was captured into that body. Were these concepts so annoying to him?
Why did that huge golden guy choose him?
Everything that was fanatical, crazy, and dreamlike was cooling down quickly. The carnival around the Dark Prince began to fade, the dream he had created was broken, and Mortarion came in.

He can still be said to be loyal to himself.

It was not his artificial appearance. Mist drifted in. The Lord of Desire looked at it with amusement as the mist first enveloped the ants.

[Dark Cloud] was constrained and shaped by the teachings of humans. If he wanted, he could create an identical ant at any time, but he still chose to waste his strength instead of playing with Slaanesh.

The Prince of Darkness did not stop his actions. He looked at the [Dark Cloud] with interest. This might be another boring foreplay. His giant thing still moved in the direction where Aisha was crying.

Maybe foreplay with a fat guy would be similar.

He thought with some boredom that the old excitement had faded, and even though the world was still screaming, He was already dissatisfied.

Slaanesh felt the soft warmth there.

Ah, Elsa.

The ends of the limbs began to wither, and white embers floated down. It was the power of the garden... Slaanesh thought... no... it was the [Dark Cloud], the power of Mortarion.

Rebellious offspring.

He licked his lips. The seal had been broken and He was poisoned, but that was not the point. Slaanesh withdrew his hand and left Aisha alone in the cage with the broken seal.

The river flowed out from the dark corridor. It was Aisha's tears.

Slaanesh twisted his waist and slowly stood up. Unimaginable delicacy and beauty were revealed in his upright upper body, the sturdiness of a male and the softness of a female. Sparkling light flickered between the scales, which was far warmer than the hometown of a newborn baby.

Nothing can reject Him, reject a perfect body. He is perfect, completely transcendent, beyond the perfection of time, reason, desire, culture, and race.

He is a utopia that an individual can never imagine by his imagination.

Slaanesh sighed slowly, and he spread his arms wide to reveal himself to this boring little guy. The veil and red skin alternated hazily, and musk emanated from every inch of his skin. This was a land of tenderness, this was a valley of masculinity.

come on.

Even though he is uninteresting, boring and meaningless.

But He never says no.

His sighs and gasps turn into heavenly music; His every frown and smile turns into a beauty among the bushes. You should not reject Him, for He is never rejected.

Slaanesh panted and stroked his cheek. He knew that there was a deep and unreachable gap between gods and mortals.

He accepted to play with him before the real character came on the scene.

The Dark Prince watched with amusement as the mist quickly receded, but he had evidently been well-taught by the Men, for he returned once more, gathering the mist into reality, with Mortarion still grasping his scythe absurdly.

But he was obviously in a very bad state.

……

Breathe... breathe... breathe... md...

Mortarion felt himself heating up, the insectoid respirator on his face clicking, the toxicity reaching its maximum, barely counteracting the aura of pleasure coming from Lustful Heaven.

He would rather... go to Nurgle's garden and drink manure again...

Mortarion realized that he had returned too hastily, but he did not regret it. At least his early arrival saved many lives.

Mortarion gasped, aware that Slaanesh was watching him with amusement, just as he had been in the gardens when the corrupt creature had breathed poison at him.

………………

+I am sad, my child.+
The fat false god beside the crucible squeezed out seven tears, and he stood opposite Him with difficulty. Mortarion was in a mess - in fact, he was in a mess every time.

Whether it was the battle on top of Mount Barbarus, the battle in the garden, or now...

But being in a mess does not affect the battle.

He still had the strength to swing his scythe, and that was enough.

.........

+Come on, come on~+
Mortarion took a deep breath and injected the maximum dose of black stone powder along with the potion. Because of the crisis, the patterns on the wings behind him began to change color, turning into warning bright red and bright orange.

But to the outside world, it looked like the god of death was beginning to be stained with pink and purple.

He blew him a kiss joyfully, Come on, come on!

"Don't - don't go over there!"

The Grim Reaper, who seemed to be confused, was stunned.

Oh~ unexpected little guy... Yuluotian looked back and gave Aisha a wink when she crawled out of the cage.

Aisha opened her mouth. Even though her eyes were nailed shut, the power of the gods had already penetrated everything and reached her soul. The Eldar Mother Goddess trembled and fell down. Slaanesh gave her a dream, perhaps with her husband, or perhaps with Cain... Or maybe with Asuryan.

Desire Heaven turned back again, getting closer and closer——

He decided to touch Mortarion's respirator first, pull out his mouthparts, and then insert them into the soft and rotten tube that leads directly to the conceptual stomach, and then the pair of wings. Ah... there is really no aesthetic sense. If it were Him, He would give His porcelain doll a pair of beautiful bat wings.

He will grant him six hundred million times the senses. In fact, as Mortarion approaches, every step brings the Primarch tens of millions of times the pleasure and amplified senses.

To be near Nurgle is to endure corruption, to be near Slaanesh is to endure pleasure.

Desire Heaven happily listened to Mortarion's increasingly heavy breathing. Even if it was not suitable, He would cherish him. After all...

Slaanesh licked his tongue. He accidentally broke his own doll.
He will stick his tongue between those wings, granting him endless perception, and every flight will become a challenge - Slaanesh opened his hands, Mortarion heard a crisp jingle, and the bracelet on the false god's arm opened countless fine eyes, staring at him shrouded in the shadow of Slaanesh.

Mortarion sighed softly.

He felt the air flowing through his trachea, every strand was like a knife cutting, and his tongue seemed to be cut into thousands of strands by the air flow, but it was still intact in his mouth.

He heard the joy of countless people, the breeze blowing on him was like the caress of hundreds of millions of people, and Lustful God looked at him encouragingly, instead of Nurgle's disappointed and desperate eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed not to be on the battlefield. There was no death, no groaning. Mortarion was in the cornfield of Barbarys, with a breeze and the sun shining brightly.

This is Anle Township.

Under the hood, in the shadows, those hazy green eyes were sparkling at this moment.

Dang~~~
The Primarch's fingers loosened slightly, and the sickle in his hand fell down and ceased to exist.

Mortarion remained motionless, seemingly trembling slightly.

+Good boy~Good boy~+
The first one who couldn't hold back was Slaanesh. As expected of a tough doll, Slut-Heaven felt that he was getting a little interested.
He never skimped on his praise, so He fixed His own form, He embraced him, blew flawless music into his hair, and His six arms stroked the tattered wings, ready to change—

laugh!
Slaanesh's eyes snapped open.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, and he saw the spiritual energy slowly flowing out of his abdomen. Desire Heaven saw a familiar yet unfamiliar existence. Now it was firmly inserted into his own abdomen, and the corrupt power was eroding it through the wound.

You should be familiar with it.

A faint breath sounded between Desire Sky's arms. Mortarion sounded very weak. In fact, he was very weak. Not many beings could face the gods and remain intact.

But he could still fight, and that was enough.

[Do you recognize it, Prince of Darkness? ]

Mortarion said, slowly loosening his hands, he felt every muscle in his body trembling, stimulated by the great pleasure.

As he loosened his grip, the strange creature revealed its full appearance: nine bird feathers, the bones of the Blood Lord, the teeth of the Corruptor—

Was it the arrow they shot at Hades at that time? ! ! ! !
Shrill! Deafening! ! A scream of rage and shame exploded! ! ! Slaanesh screamed!
The stars began to fall, but He did not let go of the Original Body. His strong muscles bulged layer by layer, and his snake tail twisted up, circle after circle, tightly gripping the Original Body!
It was a tooth-grinding sound, as if a sharp knife was cutting through the cerebral cortex, and from between the heavy snake tails, click, click, the shell of this damn stink bug was broken layer by layer!

Mortarion chuckled.

His senses magnified a billion times almost made him faint. He lost his mind and followed his instincts and desires - but he persisted. He was the tenacious one.

Nurgle has not been able to corrupt him for thousands of years. Does Slaanesh think he can make him surrender by changing the stimulus?

Mortarion laughed loudly and unbridled - this might have been due to the desire being magnified by Slaanesh, but in any case, the Primarch laughed loudly and mockingly.

The arrow was still drilling deeper into Slaanesh's abdomen. Seluti angrily tried to pull it out, but to no avail - the power of three Chaos beings was on it!
【I found it where Hades left! 】

Mortarion cried out loudly, he felt his skeleton being completely shattered, it hurt, very painful, and it was a damn pleasure - but it didn't matter, he had tasted similar pain in the thousand years he had been in the garden.

He had already made up his mind absolutely!
[Nurgle's fangs, Khorne's bones, Tzeentch's feathers - I think this is a good weapon! But other Chaos will react to the psychic energy on it - so I never used it! ]

Mortarion chuckled, though his laughter sounded like retching and was drowned out by the entanglements of Slaanesh.

【Guess who it is for? ! 】

The wounded Desire Sky screamed! He was so angry! Furious! He was actually seriously injured by a tiny mortal - He began to understand Fatty? ! How could this be? ! ! !
He had long intended to destroy him, but what surprised Him was that Mortarion was easily imprisoned and seriously injured - but just - not - dead? !!!
Slaanesh drove his power in anger, inflicting the cruelest senses and desires on the Primarch, causing him to sink between heaven and hell - damn it, why can't he die? !

Slaanesh opened his mouth, torn to unimaginable lengths, the scales on his abdomen began to fade, he was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, he was continuing to decline!

He exposed the head of the Primarch from between the numerous snake tails. He wanted to devour him! Just like he devoured the gods of the Eldar hundreds of thousands of years ago!

He leaned down—

"etc--!!!!"

A heart-wrenching cry exploded from a corner of reality! The extra-dimensional space was torn apart!

“Mortarion huh——?!!!!!!”

With the electric dragons coiled around him, Hades shouted and stretched out his hand in the direction of Mortarion and Slaanesh.

At his waist, the hitchhiking Necron Trazyn was holding him tightly around the waist.

(End of this chapter)