Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 312 119, The Laughing God's Joke
Dukel's war cry that challenged the dark power was like thunder that suddenly exploded at the core of the six-ring field. This roar swept through endless dimensions and made every soul tremble.

The goddess of life, Elsa, also heard the sound that almost tore her eardrums apart and blasted deep into her soul. She raised her head and looked toward the dome. Even though there was an immeasurable distance between them, she could still see the raging fire that ignited the sky.

"He is fighting, and we are about to start, as planned." Aisha looked at the spiritual sisters beside her.

For some unknown reason, every battle sister has a beauty that outshines the stars, a beauty that even the goddess of life marvels at.

Escorted by the nuns, Elsa entered the Palace of Joy.

This was a tactic formulated before entering the Six Rings area. Dukel went to the core area to attract the attention of the Lord of Joy, and Aisha's purpose of sneaking in here was to rescue the Eldar's God of Laughter, Xilego.

The injuries sustained by Xilego were too severe, and there was almost no one in the galaxy who could treat him except the Goddess of Life.

Fortunately, the location of Xilego was not difficult to find, and Aisha quickly found the cage that imprisoned the God of Laughter.

The gods that the clown believed in were now curled up in cages like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

There was blood all over the ground. His chest was cut open by Xalaxi's scimitar, and his sternum was also cut off. If it weren't for the huge heart that was exposed and still beating at an imperceptible frequency, almost everyone would have determined that he was dead.

The Goddess of Life looked sadly at her former colleagues in the Pantheon, and a green vine ring emitting vitality appeared behind her head.

Endless light of life spread out, and under the cover of green light, the injuries suffered by all nearby warriors were completely healed in just an instant.

The soldiers recovered their health, and their body functions were instantly adjusted to the best condition. Even their tiredness was swept away, and the vitality emanating from their bodies made them feel that they possessed endless power.

However, the injuries of the Laughing God were not so easy to heal. The light that could almost bring a mortal back to life had only a weak effect on Xilego.

But fortunately, everything works.

Under the infusion of infinite vitality, the exposed heart gradually began to beat strongly, and flesh and blood grew out, like thousands of entangled worms, filling the horrible wound.

Xilego's consciousness gradually recovered.

"Opening my eyes again and being able to see you makes me feel that everything is worth it, Aisha." A smile appeared on the face of the Laughing God, and he spoke in his usual glib way.

But the Goddess of Life was obviously in no mood to pay attention to him at the moment. "Can you stand up, Xilego? We are not out of danger yet. We must leave here as soon as possible."

Xilego's smile gradually faded, and his expression quickly became gloomy, "Wait, Aisha, tell me what's going on now."

"Your trick was discovered, and the Great Keeper of Secrets injured you and brought you here. The combined forces of humans and the Eldar are now in trouble. The Eldar Great Prophet and the leader of the Death Army, together with three Great Companies of Doom Soldier, form a vanguard and break into the Palace of Pleasure, trying to find the last Crone Sword in the dilemma."

"The will of the Lord of Mankind was summoned, and the predicament was alleviated. At the same time, the Imperial Warmaster broke in here with a new army. Now the Warmaster is provoking Slaanesh and attracting His attention. We..."

During the treatment, the Goddess of Life briefly explained the current situation to Xilego.

"Wait." The Ridiculous God interrupted him at this moment, "I want to ask more carefully, has Slaanesh responded to the provocation of the Imperial Warmaster?"

"Probably. Not yet." The Goddess of Life said uncertainly after sensing it slightly based on her connection with Dukel.

"We must leave here as soon as possible. Once Slaanesh responds to the provocation, the Warmaster is not sure how long he can hold out after facing him." Aisha said in a hurried tone, trying to pull up Xilego while speaking.
"You should be able to move now, come with us."

"No, no, no, it's not important." But once again, unexpectedly, the God of Laughter gently knocked down Aisha's helping hand, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Slaanesh is not a good-tempered character. This does not fit His image. He avoided being provoked repeatedly. Then what is the great Lord of Joy doing now? What are those pioneers who broke into the Palace of Pleasure in search of the Crone's Sword doing now?"

"It's really exciting." The words of the Laughing God revealed an indescribable mystery.

"What do you mean?" Aisha frowned slightly, her expression showing obvious confusion.

"Who knows? Hahahahahahahahahaha." The God of Laughter suddenly laughed crazily. His laughter was sharp and full of mockery.
"Maybe this is just a joke, hehe, it's just a joke, hahahaha."

Aisha looked at her colleague who was laughing wildly in confusion. She couldn't understand the meaning of his words, but she felt that the God of Clowns had gone crazy after being seriously injured.

It is a pity that although she is the goddess of life and can heal any injury in the universe, she cannot heal the spirit of a god.

On the other side, on the boundless plain of joy, there were broken limbs and filthy blood everywhere. Weapons inlaid with gems were still tightly grasped by incomplete hands, and blood gathered into streams. This plain of joy had become a horrific Shura battlefield just because of the arrival of one person.

"Come, face me, fight me to the death, dance with me on this plain, paint with blood, sing with broken bones! I have come from afar, how can you not show your hospitality!"

Dukel charged across the plain, the remains of a great keeper of secrets still hanging on the sword of judgment in his hand.

The flesh was still wriggling, but it did not launch an attack. Instead, it tried to break away from the sword and escape far away from this brave warrior.

"This is nothingness, this is the end, this is great destruction!" Dukel exerted force suddenly, and the remains of the Great Keeper of Secrets on the Sword of Destruction were decomposed into countless elementary particles in an instant. The great demon who brought torture to countless worlds turned into green smoke blown away by the wind without a trace.

Then he swung the Emperor's Sword in his other hand down fiercely, and endless golden flames turned into a wave of fire that swept across the plain. From this huge wave of flames, long tongue-like pillars of fire gushed out, engulfing the demons who were trying to escape into the flames.

"No!" One after another, the gods and demons let out sharp wails. Their flawless bodies knelt in the flames, and their slender and soft hands reached out to the sky, as if expecting a great being to pull them out of the fire.

But all this was in vain. Their graceful bodies turned into charred corpses in the blink of an eye, and even their souls were devoured by the flames.

The charred bodies of gods and demons knelt on the plain, raising their hands in prayer.

Those ugly and twisted souls were burning for the sins they had committed. Now, even in the evil god's kingdom, Dukel could easily slaughter them.

"Where there is God, there is no fire; where there is fire, there is no God. Only when the last god is burned to death in the last temple can the stars usher in real hope. Are you also afraid of my coming?" Dukel stood proudly on the scorched Joy Plains, holding two divine weapons, and once again provoked the common lord of all demons.

But no matter how many times, his provocations were never responded to.

This was extremely abnormal; how could the arrogant gods allow a demigod to challenge their authority?

This made Dukel extremely disappointed. He really wanted to fight the evil god and didn't even care whether he could win.

The Emperor's Sword that he holds also contains the power of reason belonging to the Lord of Mankind.

Dukel wanted to see with his own eyes whether the almighty god was really so inviolable.

But no matter how he provoked, the Lord of Joy never responded. Even though he was slaughtering the other's favorites wantonly, Slaanesh remained indifferent. Dukel felt extremely disappointed.

He came here with great excitement, carrying with him tremendous fighting spirit and courage, but he did not expect that his passion would never be realized.

This triggered even greater rage in him, and this rage materialized in the spiritual realm, manifesting as endless crimson wildfire.

"Where are you?" Dukel asked his question in the endless flames.

Not far away, Doom King Doom looked at the performance of his genetic father with surprise and shock.

Even Saint Adeline had to admit that the Imperial Warmaster's will and bravery were indeed unmatched.

No one will forget the heroic figure of this Primarch on the battlefield. His arrival marks the moment when the horn of victory is sounded.

Even though the sun and moon change, the body decays.

Doom felt that he would never forget what he had seen.

And in the Palace of Pleasure, the vanguard of the coalition forces was searching for the location of the Old Woman's Sword.

"I am sure that the Death Army is the last hope. As a member of the Ark, I fight for the revival of our race. Once we have the help of the Death Army, we can prevent the destruction of the Eldar."

During the journey forward, Evelyne of the Death Army clearly sensed that the holy sword was not far from them. She was extremely excited. She recalled the oath she made in her heart when she formed the Death Army, and now the time had finally come for her wish to come true.

"We're almost there." Evelyne said excitedly to her companion. She used her strong arms to pull herself up the smooth rock wall and stretched out a hand to help her companion.

The psychedelic image of the Temple of Pleasure spread out below her, illuminated by a faint light.

In this bizarre temple of God, few things could be so vivid. Of course, this flickering scenery was just a fleeting illusion in the profane temple.

Should the careless traveler be tainted by the faint colored ripples, they will be drawn into the tentacles of the sentient slime, destined to suffer a slow and horrific death.

"It's not easy to climb up here." Evelyne said breathlessly, "I now understand why the sword was hidden here."

"As far as the current situation is concerned, it's good enough." The Great Prophet Edrad also climbed up, "We must be calm. Questioning the ascension of the Supreme Divine means becoming His prey. We must not let our guard down."

"I know this place better than you think." Evelyne jumped up easily and stood firmly on her feet. "Aren't we here for the same reason?"

"I hope so." The Great Prophet Edrad sighed.

Coming here, his sense of crisis became even stronger.

The group left the narrow ledge, and Evelyne led her companions along a narrow path that had been carved through the glassy stone.

It was very dark here, as if they were walking into an abyss that swallowed everything.

"This place has not been used yet." Evelyne turned back and reminded, "Don't speak without my permission."

Her words elicited responses from her companions, and even the Great Prophet Edrad nodded modestly.

The Eldar have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and none of them will ruin everything with a foolish act that violates etiquette.

The path wound downward like a tight spiral. The road was so narrow that even the nimble Eldar had to move sideways. They struggled to pass through this narrow crack amidst the falling Slaanesh perfume.

Eventually they came to an open-air circular hall with a dry pond at its center, the dark dome of Slaanesh's temple hanging ominously low over their heads.

"Are you coming to join our party?" This voice suddenly echoed in the ears of every elf. The way it echoed was so strange that no one could determine the exact direction.

The elves present all looked confused and panicked.

Only Evelyne remained calm. She knelt down gently and said, "Yes, old woman who knows everything. We have found four swords, and we are very close to the last one. We have risked many dangers and fortunately escaped the interrogation of the Supreme Divine Being."

The voice let out a raspy breath, which might have been the other party's laughter.

"How can you be sure that I can give you guidance? Trust is the comfort of fools."

"I beg you, wise one." Evelyne held a pitch-black dagger in her hand and lowered her head - this was the closest thing to surrender for the Eldar. "We need your help. Many of our compatriots are still being persecuted by the Supreme Divine. The future of the Eldar cannot be cut off."

Everything was silent. Then, figures began to emerge from all around. They were hunched figures wearing black robes and silver masks, half hidden in the darkness.

"You pray for the truth, so I will give you a chance to see the truth. You only have one chance."

The gentle voice reached the ears of every Eldar, no longer accompanied by maddening echoes.

A tall, thin figure with pale skin stood above them.

Long white hair covered the creature's face, and wrinkles appeared on its skinny shoulders. The man held a staff with multiple eye-shaped runes carved on the top.

"Is this her?" The voice of the great prophet Edrad suddenly rang in Evelyne's ears, "The legendary God of the Crone, the echo of wisdom and disobedience?"

Evelyne nodded imperceptibly.

Although the real Crone God is dead, the one in front of him is undoubtedly her incarnation.

In order to obtain the last Crone Sword, they need each other's help.

The figure was still staring at them. Suddenly, the old woman with pale hair tilted her head and looked at them like a bird.

Even the shoulders suddenly grew bird-like feathers.

But unfortunately, no one from the elves kneeling on the ground saw this worrying scene.

(End of this chapter)