I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 337 Ahriman: *Prospero swears*
"Bah! You traitorous beast! As a legitimate demihuman of the Empire, I condemn your despicable betrayal!"

"You bastard who slaughtered an entire legion, your betrayal will be remembered forever by us, the human subspecies Eldar!"

The clown-like Death Warrior cursed Ahriman repeatedly and spat seven times of thick phlegm into Ahriman's face in three seconds with amazing skill.

What bothered Ahriman most was that he somehow did not dodge, as if the Harlequin's spitting had some unique ritual effect.

"How dare you, an Eldar, accuse me?" Ahriman growled and pointed his scepter at the Harlequin.

"I am a legal sub-human of the Empire, my genes are stable and reliable, unlike some people whose entire legion has had flesh and blood mutations." The Harlequin said with a weird chuckle.

Ahriman wanted to burn this clown to ashes right there and then.
But if he did so, the soul of this damned clown might disappear on the spot just like that of the wild elf, and he would not be able to obtain any information about the god of death from it.
Ahriman gritted his teeth, thinking of the so-called Chosen Goddess of Death, Evelyne, who could revive the Red Letter Warriors and restore consciousness to the brothers who had become puppets because of his mistakes.
Damn it, I’ll just have to endure it.

"Eldar, what price did the Empire pay for you to make you, such arrogant people, submit to humans?" Ahriman tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and asked the three Eldar in front of him.

The three Eldars are the foul-mouthed clown and two dark Eldars.

"Loyal ministers do not need rewards, loyalty itself is the reward!"

The clown said righteously:

"Of course, this kind of thing wouldn't be understood by a giant psychic monkey mutant like you whose genes are unstable and whose flesh and blood are always mutating."

"I feel like we are not as good as the Eldar in terms of being like humans."

As he spoke, the Harlequin spat seven mouthfuls of thick phlegm into Ahriman's face within three seconds. Ahriman, who had always been vigilant, quickly raised his scepter and used his psychic power to burn away all the phlegm.

"You're not done yet, are you Eldar's salivary glands well developed?" Ahriman couldn't help but raise his voice.

"I think there will be a reward after I spit out twenty-two mouthfuls and ascend to the twenty-second century." The clown said sincerely.

"Twenty-second Century"

Ahriman's Whisper: How come this word is the same as the Golden Throne in the Eldar's mouth?
He pointed the scepter at the three Eldar and said in a low voice:
"Before you reach the so-called twenty-second century, you will suffer unimaginable torture."

"If you tell me the information about the god of death, I can give you a————"

“Ahahahahahahahaha!!!”

Before Ahriman could finish his words, a sharp laugh suddenly sounded.
Not the clown's, but the two Dark Eldar who joined the Death Army.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't help it!"

A Dark Eldar laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes:

"You mean to say that you want to torture an Eldar, a Dark Eldar? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Come on, I haven't had fun in a long time since I joined the Death Army! Come on!"

"Idiot!" Another Dark Eldar said simply, "When your mother was still a chick, I was using the barrel of a tank to have fun."

"Hurry up and lubricate the ashes of your Rubric Warrior and Prospero, then stuff the shoulder armor your brother left for you into my——————" BANG!!!
Bang! ! ! !

Bang! ! ! ! !
Psychic flames gushed out from the top of Ahriman's black staff, exploding in the webway like a cannonball, blasting the upper body of the foulest-mouthed Dark Eldar into pieces.

Ahriman was panting heavily, stepping on the relatively intact lower body of the Dark Eldar, and his whole body looked like a World Eater with Butcher's Nails.

"Holy Doraemon, have I completed my atonement?"

Ahriman seemed to hear the whisper of the dark eldar's soul, but in the end he was unable to capture it.
It seemed as if some powerful being was protecting the souls of these Death Gods.

How could this god of death be so powerful? !
"If he hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Do you have a brother?"

The clown seemed to be a little anxious because he saw someone die before him.
"I remember now. Your brother was also a Thousand Son, and then his flesh and blood mutated and he died."

"How pitiful! This is what a psionic giant monkey mutant with unstable genes who always mutates his flesh and blood."

"We, the legitimate demi-human Eldar of the Empire, have stable and reliable genes and don't have this kind of trouble—"

Bang! ! !
Ahriman swept the black staff past, and the clown turned into ashes and disappeared.

The last remaining Dark Eldar looked left and right and found that he was the only one left.

"Tell me the information about that god of death." Ahriman gritted his teeth and said, "I can spare your life."

"Are you mentally ill?"

The Dark Eldar asked sincerely:

"First of all, I am a dark eldar. I have a strong sense of souls."

"I can be sure that the souls of my compatriots have not been restrained by you, nor have they returned to the Lord of Hunger and Thirst."

"The God of Laughter and the God of Death didn't lie to us. If there really is a 22nd century, why would I care about your nonsense? Kill me now!"

The fury on Ahriman's face seemed to show through his mask, and he raised his scepter with shaking arms and pointed it at the Dark Eldar.

"I have urinated on the ashes of the Rubric Warriors with the Space Wolves," the Dark Eldar said in a flat tone.

Bang! !

Bang! ! ! !

Bang! ! ! ! !
In the webway, the three sister flagships of the Prodigal Sons warband were standing in mid-air.
The owners of these three flagships are the exiled Ahriman. After the two scarlet letters, Ahriman was exiled by Magnus and forced to wander among the stars. The Prodigal Warband and these three flagships are his home.
Ahriman, holding onto his scepter tightly, landed on the Lord of Flame, one of the three sisters, on a flying disc, and entered his flagship from the high tower.
The Lord of Flame had a little taste of home, which calmed Ahriman's soul, which was angered by the Eldar.
He was familiar with these three flagships, just like he was familiar with his own sisters. He was connected with the machine souls of the three flagships, just like he was a brother with the same blood.
But today, after taking a few steps into the Lord of Flame, Ahriman felt something strange.
The flagship of the Prodigal Son warband was silent most of the time. After all, most of the warriors in the warband were sanityless red letters. Only a few wizards would move around in the ship, and the mortal servants and horned beasts dared not make any sound in front of Ahriman.

But now it was even quieter than before, as if the visible and invisible things in the Lord of Flame were afraid of something.
Ahriman noticed that in the corners of the Lord of Flame there were translucent crystal scarabs looking at him.
"It's him." Ahriman's heart rose into his throat, and his voice was full of complexity and bitterness.

(End of this chapter)