Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 313 120, The Ultimate Joke

Evelyne was only half a step away from the last Crone Sword. The ideals and obsessions in her heart became concrete at this moment. She summoned the incarnation of the Crone God in the sword, hoping that this wise man of honor could help her cross the last distance without any danger or obstacles.

"Do you want to glimpse the truth?" the wise man asked her.

"Yes." Evelyne said, "The road is covered with fog, and we need your help."

"No, child." The old woman's soft voice was filled with kindness and generosity. She looked down at the Death God Army leader who was so humble in front of her and spoke again with a compassionate tone.

"You have rare insight, Evelyne. You know that fate is inevitable and will eventually befall everyone. To fight against it is folly."

"I must save the fate of our race and hold on to this last hope." Evelyne said firmly.

Neither of them noticed that the great prophet Edrad, who was listening to their conversation, showed a surprised expression and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Can you clearly grasp your current destiny? How do you know that your current choices will not lead to the occurrence of those bad omens?" the old woman asked Evelyne.

"This..." Faced with the heart-piercing words of the old woman, Evelyne was speechless for a moment. When she spoke again, her tone revealed obvious sadness, "Are you trying to teach me to give up?"

"No, I want you to be cautious." The old woman shook her head slowly. "There is no good or bad road ahead. There are traps hidden on the seemingly flat road, and the dark and narrow path can sometimes be a shortcut. You need to think over and over again and carefully consider it. Only in this way can you ensure that your future self will not regret the decision you make now."

Evelyne's eyes remained firm. "I have no way out. Too many compatriots and allies have been sacrificed for this result."

"Okay." The old woman finally agreed to her request.

"The desperate decision of mortals sometimes brings rare variables, just like a pearl flashing across the sea of ​​fate - it has no value, but it is extremely precious." The old woman continued,
"In that case, then as you wish."

The old woman stretched out her dry and slender fingers, and with her fingertips shaped like bird claws, she grabbed the black dagger that Evelyne was holding above her head.

Then the sound of the dagger cutting through flesh with difficulty was heard.

Even though the light here was extremely dim, Evelyne could still see the dripping blood.

Crone's blood, how she hated it all.

Evelene thought silently in her heart. Thinking of the Venerable One who had been in seclusion for ten thousand years and harbored the same hatred as her, she became more determined about what she was going to do.

The blood dripped, but it did not overflow quickly, as if it was being squeezed out with difficulty from the old woman's withered palm, one drop, two drops, until the ninth drop.

The dry hand like a bird's claw was touching Evelyne's face at this moment, and the cut wound on the palm was facing the eyes of the leader of the Death Army.

Evelyne's body trembled slightly, and her instinctive vigilance made her show a little panic at first, but then she realized the meaning of the other party's actions.

Although her eyes were covered by withered hands, Evelene could guarantee that she saw the truth of everything at the moment her vision was covered.

Unprecedented roads emerged into her dark vision.

It was a long and narrow path that mortals like them could not find no matter how hard they tried.

At the end of the road, the last Crone Sword is there.

Evelyne instinctively walked towards the direction of the sword. Her body was like an illusory shadow at this moment, and she could easily pass through the layers of walls of the Palace of Pleasure.

Nothing could stop her, and nothing could prevent her from getting the sword.

Evelyne showed an excited expression. She turned around excitedly and wanted to tell her companions the good news.

But when she actually turned around, her smile froze on her face.

The Death Army's men behind her were still kneeling, but the Eldar prophets, led by Edrad, had already stood up and pointed their staffs at her.

——No, to be more specific, it was aimed at the Crone God behind her.

"No, put down your weapons!" Evelyne hurriedly stopped him.

"She is a liar, Evelyne." The Great Prophet Edrad condensed the original power in his staff, "Do not believe her false lies."

The old woman tilted her head like a bird, watching their conversation, the smile on her face becoming even wider.

"It's up to you to choose,"

She threw her head in contempt, and the shadows fell away like feathers.
"Everything is as planned," she murmured to herself. The shadow fell towards the dome in an incomprehensible way until a pair of huge wings spread out and disappeared without a trace.

"Catch her!" Edrad shouted harshly.

The Eldar prophets took a step forward, but were immediately stopped by Evelene.

"What are you doing? How dare you offend your majesty?!" the leader of the Death Army shouted.

"That's not the Crone Goddess, Evelyne." Edrad confronted her, "You have been deceived by the unknown evil spirit!"

"Really?" Evelyne laughed in anger. "If it wasn't her, who else could it be? Who else has the ability to be summoned by the sword and appear in the abode of God? How can you prove that she is someone else?"

"She shed nine drops of blood!" Edrad was also angry at his companion's stubbornness. "Have you forgotten whose number this is?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence!"

"There are no coincidences in the High Heavens!"

The two quarreled and glared at each other.

But then, Evelyne was the first to shift her gaze. "Are we going to stop moving forward or even give up just because of this uncertain doubt? Even though we have gone through countless obstacles and are only half a step away? Even though countless of our compatriots have died for this? Even though what awaits us is destined to be eternal torture?"

"Our allies are still fighting for us. This opportunity is unprecedented. Are you sure we should give up here? Edrad, just because of your sudden speculation?"

"I" Edrad's expression suddenly became lonely, like a deflated ball, and he hunched over at a speed visible to the naked eye. Evelyne's questioning made this great Eldar prophet with a long life seem to have aged in an instant.

"The closer we are to success, the more cautious we need to be." The Great Prophet sighed.

"No, we don't have time to hesitate." Before he finished speaking, the intoxicating aroma surged in again. The surrounding ruby ​​walls squirmed like flesh and blood, growing hateful tentacles.

The expressions of the Death Army leader and the Eldar Great Prophet turned gloomy at the same time.

The Lord of Pleasure's eyes were following their steps.

Once you are truly caught up, all expectations for the future will become unrealistic fantasies.

At this moment, Evelyne's figure rushed out like a phantom.

The dried blood that the old woman had smeared on her face now flowed into incomprehensible runes. The great power filled in this blessing made it so that there were no more obstacles in her way.

Without hesitation, she stepped onto the road she had never imagined. The narrow path had a strange magic. The moment her toes stepped there, it led her forward quickly.

To other people, this scene was that Evelyne's body suddenly turned into an illusory shadow. This shadow was omnipresent and easily passed through the wall that blocked them, heading straight towards the location of the last old woman's sword.

This time the Great Prophet Edrad did not stop her, and he was powerless to do so.

In this universe where the stars of destiny are about to fall apart, even the greatest prophet cannot judge whether the future will be good or bad.

Maybe Evelyne was right, or maybe not, but it was undeniable that, as she said, they had no way out.

Edrad followed the shadow of the leader of the Death Army. At this moment, the two completely opposite emotions of joy and despair were strangely mixed together in his heart.

It was bound to be difficult to catch up with Evelyne, as her shadow was gliding across the dome like a flying bird and passing through the seamless wall like a light feather.

The shadow itself swayed and squirmed constantly, but it had no effect on Evelene herself.

Walking along this path, the purple-red mist of desire below swirls into the luxurious chandeliers of the Palace of Pleasure, casting blurred outlines around the pink main body of the palace. The psychedelic aroma in the air is enough to seduce most life forms in the universe. The purpose of the aroma is to seduce ignorant travelers to depravity.

But for Evelyne, this incense was more stinky than a pile of corrupt garbage, and it made her sick. Every time she smelled this smell during her journey, her skin itched and her eyes stung.

She endured until she saw the strange blade. The entire outline of the Temple of Pleasure was distorted and transformed into a huge altar. The shadow also lengthened, forming a slender figure. The blood on the face of the old woman completely dried up, and the figure of Evelyne appeared.

"Is this it? I've been looking for it for a long, long time." At this moment, Evelyne was so excited that she almost shed tears.

"I didn't expect to find this sword." Edrad, who had caught up with us with great difficulty, came over and said, "Take out the other swords, Evelyne. Slaanesh's eyes are following us closely. We should complete the final ritual here as we rehearsed."

Evelyne nodded and took out the Crone Swords she had collected from all over the galaxy. Her hands were shaking in the process.

The time has finally come to confirm the future of the last hope of the Eldar.

The moment the four crone swords were taken out, they formed an incomprehensible connection with the sword in the center of the altar.

They are all the hand bones of the Crone God, and they are finally being merged into one.

"Finally." Evelyne watched this scene with great excitement. Even the great prophet Edrad could no longer maintain his usual calm.

"finally."

At this moment, a snake-like hissing whisper also echoed at the same time.

While the excitement on Evelene and Edrad's faces had not yet faded,
The walls around him began to peel off like snake skin, revealing his true flesh and blood. Everything around him became like this. It looked like—

"It's like the abdominal cavity of a living creature." Edrad realized this with horror.

But before they could react, the dome of flesh and blood above the altar fell rapidly, twisting and spinning in mid-air, stretching out a huge membrane that was beyond the reach of the eyes. Six gusts of enchanting wind blew over, drawing everyone in their team in.

"No!!!" Evelyne looked at the five old woman's swords that were getting farther and farther away from her and let out an extremely shrill scream.

The dream that was so close at hand is constantly moving farther away, becoming a fantasy that can never be realized. No one can bear this feeling of loss.

"We failed," Adlard said in an extremely bitter voice. "The entrance we were looking for was only a passage to Selene's abdomen. The five swords fell into his abdomen, and no one can take them out again."

"We were so smart as to think we had avoided His sight, but we never realized that we were just struggling to move forward in His belly." The Great Prophet showed a pale and miserable smile. The gap between mortals and the dark gods completely made his heart fall into despair.

The gods fooled them easily, perhaps
Suddenly, a gleam of light appeared in Edrad's eyes again.

It occurred to him that if there had been a moment along the way when he had escaped Slaanesh's sight, it had been the time with the crone.

This is the only variable.

"Variables." A hint of hope appeared in Edrad's eyes, which he himself was unwilling to admit.

Nine is the number that belongs to Tzeentch, and the Great Prophet of the Eldar never imagined that one day he would place his hopes on another Chaos God.

But as long as we continue to destroy the last hope of the spirits
He was shocked by his own despicable thoughts, but in fact this emotion was unnecessary. At this moment, it was far beyond the ability of mortals to participate in it. No matter what he thought or did, nothing would change.

This is the game of the gods after all.

No matter how high his position is among the Eldar or what power he possesses, even the human warlords are included in his rank and are ultimately powerless to resist.

Just as the great prophet's heart was wrapped in layer upon layer of dark despair.

The purple phantom standing at the end of their sight, occupying the entire field of vision, almost infinite, suddenly screamed. The sound affected everything, even the most basic particles in the six-ring field were not immune, and the entire Palace of Pleasure was shaking. This was the second scream that Slaanesh had made since its birth.

The last scream killed most of the Eldar gods in an instant, but this time, no one died from the scream.

It was because this time the scream was directed at Himself.

From the moment of his birth, Slaanesh was very different from his fellow gods.

He is not only a Chaos God, but also the God of the race of the Eldar. In theory, the Dark Gods have no gender distinction, and they are neither male nor female. But even so, other gods do not show the characteristics of both sexes at the same time like Slaanesh.

This point is often overlooked. After all, Slaanesh is a great pervert, and it is not surprising no matter what appearance he shows. But no one has ever thought that when Slaanesh was first born, he might have been a pair of twins.

The death god Jena is not a god awakened by the Crone Sword, but a brother who lives and symbiotically with Slaanesh.

An incomprehensible scene resonated in the souls of all living beings. Incalculable information impacted their consciousness, and most were forced to huddle on the ground.

But the great prophet Edrad was still stubborn at this moment and wanted to find out the truth of this scene.

His efforts were not in vain, and all the previous doubts were suddenly cleared up at this moment.

Edrad had also wondered why the five Crone Swords had little presence in the Eldar mythology, and their owners could not be compared with the gods.

But why can it replace the billions of remaining souls of the Eldar and become indispensable for awakening the god of death?

This biggest mystery was finally solved by Edrad.

In the mythology of the Eldar, every soul is connected by an unbreakable bond, which is called the "Crone Chain". Only the Crone God can untie this chain.

At this time, five divine swords forged from the hand bones of the Crone God became the keys to the chains between Slaanesh and Death.

When this supposedly unbreakable chain is removed, Slaanesh, the product of the union of the Chaos Godhead and the Eldar Supreme Godhead, will also be re-differentiated into two gods.

——Salise, the daughter of joy, and Jena, the god of painful death.

The screams of the Dark Power set off an endless storm in the highest sky, and everything was trembling. But in this wild wind, Edrad caught the sound of the illusory lock opening with great clarity.

The boundless purple shadow also split into two entities.

Edrad watched this scene with mixed feelings. He was fortunate enough to witness the birth of a god, but he could not predict the changes this would bring to the future.

It is still hard to predict whether good or bad will happen in the near future.

Just as he was full of thoughts, a treacherous laughter echoed in the illusory spiritual realm.

The laughter revealed the joy of having a successful plan, which was disgusting.

At the same time, far away from the outermost edge of the six-ring area, on the Greedy Plains that had been burned by the fire of destruction by the imperial army, a demon army belonging to Tzeentch re-occupied the place.

The plain that was charred not long ago was now covered with crystals, like a crystal glass ocean, sparkling with indescribable light.

At the moment when the treacherous laughter rang out, the thin outline of the gorgeous pillars reflected the light through a completely transparent crystal dome. Countless rays of light were refracted in the seemingly extremely fragile glass structure.

These lights gathered together like flying elves, and then crossed the boundless six-ring field, shining gently on the Daughter of Pleasure and the Painful Death, who had just been separated by Slaanesh.

The two newborn gods, who were not yet conscious, were covered with a thick layer of crystal in just an instant.

The light continued to shine, and the crystals covering the two gods were like two crystal coffins. Under the guidance of the light, they were brought to the place chosen by the Lord of Destiny.

"Hurry, stop Him!" Edrad also realized what the Lord of Destiny was going to do, and he shouted desperately.

Although he didn't know what Tzeentch's purpose was, once the two new gods were taken away by him, no one would be able to guess the consequences.

At his loud call, hundreds of Eldar prophets responded to him. Each of them held an important position in their own Ark World, and their own psychic talents were even enough to shake the stars.

Hundreds of prophets simultaneously gathered the most powerful spells of their lives; the sound of their chanting set off enormous waves in the sea of ​​souls.

Spells that condensed their life's wisdom were cast one after another, but what made them despair was that until the last bit of their spiritual energy was squeezed out, they were unable to shake the seemingly faint crystal light.

Not even the slightest ripple was caused, and the treacherous laughter was still faintly echoing, as if mocking the powerlessness of mortals.

Edrad could already imagine the Lord of Fate's expression of laughter as he attempted to shake the gods' ritual with mortals' knowledge.

In God's eyes, they are so small, ignorant, and blind that they can be manipulated at will.

Even the great prophet of the Eldar was exhausted physically and mentally by the manipulation of the gods.

He gave up his futile efforts and was ready to submit to the fate arranged by the other party. The exhausted prophets around him did the same. But there was one person who did not give up. At the same time, they saw a pillar of fire rising into the sky in the distance of the Six Rings.

In the pillar of red flames, a tall and mighty warrior leaped out with two swords in hand and slashed towards the crystal light in the dome.

This unyielding heroic posture is enough to be imprinted in the hearts of every living being, but Edrad is not optimistic about it.

In the repeated manipulations of the gods, he has already glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the gods' power. The will of mortals to resist is so insignificant that it will only cause the supreme beings to laugh.

But no matter what, Edrad will wish with the most pious heart in his life that the warrior who jumped out of the flames angrily can use the double swords in his hands to cut off the schemes woven by the evil god.

"Use sword and fire to burn the land of heresy!"

"With its ashes, we can irrigate the vast galaxy!"

The warriors' dual swords ignited with golden and red flames, and two great wills overlapped. At this moment, the roars of tens of millions of warriors seemed to resound in the void at the same time, shaking everyone's heart.

The flames ignited the dome of the six-ring area, carrying the power to burn everything, and heavily chopped down the surface of the crystal light.

The moment the sword blade touched the light, the entire space and time froze. Edrad held his breath. Time ran so slowly at this moment.

In the chaotic space and time, all beings have lost their perception of time.

at last,

"Crack!——"

An extremely crisp shattering sound was heard above the dome, and everyone could clearly see that the surface of the light was shattered like a smooth mirror.

“How could this be?” In the void above the dome, the being that manipulates fate let out a sharp exclamation.

"Variable." He muttered to himself, chewing on the word, and then let out a very strange laugh.

The light of the crystal burst out with a brightness that was impossible to look directly at, and in an instant it disappeared without a trace, carrying the two new gods with it.

The original trajectory was changed by the brute force of the fire, and they would be thrown to a place that no one could predict.

The entire six-ring area was filled with the screams of Slaanesh's followers.

This luxurious paradise now only has the lingering fragrance of the past carnival. All the dreams have become a bubble. The almost omnipotent God who ruled this nightmarish palace has disappeared before their eyes.

They cried and wailed, and the sadness of this moment will accompany them until they wait for His return again.

The threads of fate were entangled, producing countless branches, but the master who weaved the threads was not angry at all.

But his apostles were furious at this. They cursed and spitted at the actions of the cursed on the crystal-covered Greedy Plain.

These sharp curses reached Duke's ears.

He simply cast a contemptuous look at the Greedy Plain.

"The empire you are talking about has already passed through millennia. Even if only the bones of the Lord of Mankind are left, he can still illuminate the entire galaxy. Your gods are just a group of beggars and cowards. No one in this spiritual realm dares to confront our will. The consequences of your atrocities are just a few hardships in the journey of mankind."

"My battlefield is here, my sword is here, my warriors are here! And you, blasphemers, your gods avoid fighting, and your fate is to burn in hell!"

His voice shook the universe. It was not just a declaration to the Tzeentch demon army in the Greedy Plains, but a warning to all dark beings.

After he finished speaking, twenty-two phantoms outlined by flames condensed behind him. Twenty-two Dukels in armor and armed with sharp weapons threw the Emperor's swords in their hands like javelins.

The twenty-two swords continued to expand the moment they were thrown, and finally fell on the distant Greedy Plain like twenty-two stars.

Amid the flames of destruction, shrill howls echoed.

But Dukel didn't bother to look at those ugly things anymore, and walked in another direction.

On the other side, the wild laughter of the God of Laughter Xilego was still echoing between the beams of the Palace of Joy.

His severely injured body had recovered with the help of the Goddess of Life. But even so, he still had no intention of leaving the cage. He just muttered words that were difficult for others to understand and laughed shrilly like a madman.

suddenly,

"boom!--"

A figure crushed the wall above the Laughing God's head and broke the thick beams. Then a giant steel foot stepped heavily on Xilego's body.

The sharp laughter finally stopped at this moment. Under the tremendous pressure from the iron boots, Xilego could not make any sound.

The goddess of life, Aisha, and the clowns of the Eldar tribe were all shocked when they saw who was coming. Even though their gods were being trampled underfoot, they did not dare to stop them.

And the spiritual nuns who were responsible for guarding them, the moment they saw each other clearly, their eyes were filled with admiration and worship.

Their eyes were filled with utmost fanaticism, and they would not hesitate at all even if the other party asked them to commit suicide, let alone stop the other party's behavior.

"My War Marshal, why are you like this?" After a brief silence, Aisha was the first to ask cautiously.

But this time, Duker ignored her. His bright eyes stared at the God of Laughter in front of him, and from time to time, a murderous intent that made people's backs cold emerged.
"The true function of the five Crone Swords will only be revealed when Slaanesh swallows them?" Finally, Dukel asked the first question, but although he seemed to be asking a question, he actually already had the answer.

"How do you ensure that nothing goes wrong?" he asked again.

"I can't confirm, cough cough cough." He lifted his feet slightly, and the God of Laughter was finally able to make a sound again, but even so, he still maintained a crazy smile on his face.

After hearing the answer, Duker did not continue to ask questions, but asked the next question:
"The Eldar tried their best to awaken the God of Death, but it will harvest their souls instead. Salishi will do her best to save the Eldar, not destroy them. Is this what you call the ultimate joke?"

After hearing this question, the smile on Siggo's face froze, "You know more than I thought."

"It doesn't matter how much I know." The murderous will in Duke's eyes almost became a physical entity. In his eyes, Xilego even felt that he was dead in a trance.

"On the contrary, you need to think carefully, otherwise destruction will come in an instant."

It was not until he heard the warmaster's warning that he regained consciousness.

Duke ignored him and walked away.

Now, it's time to deal with the mess left over from this war.

(End of this chapter)