Warhammer

Wells was furious and threw a fierce right hook at Al, who fell to the ground with blood flowing from his mouth.

"You are being racist" "Discriminate against your mother! Stop it!"

He slowly got up from the ground and wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth. The pain was dissipating rapidly, as if it had never existed.

"The unspoken rule that this word can only be used by a certain group of people and that it is discriminatory for others to use it disappeared more than 60 years ago, even before the Great Reconciliation Movement."

"Only people like me, who like to look back on the past, like to learn about it, browse the history of the past 60 or 70 years, the Internet, good and bad information, including garbage, know what this word means to black people."

"What do you want to do?" Al spat, and the heat on his face disappeared. "Create a dream space to trap me?"

Wells was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed, and he shook his head, "Al is crazy."

Then he turned and left, so decisively that Al had a brief thought that he was indeed wrong.

"Okay, keep playing."

He gave Wells a defiant look in the direction he was leaving.

"Where is it....Here....Here, there is a window."

After groping for a while, Al finally found the location and button of the window and was very excited.

He spread his hands to the air.

"Let's stop here and talk about it. I particularly like what a 1920s opinion writer said, 'Talk about it. There's nothing we can't talk about.'"

Obviously, that's not what the other party intended.

Al had no choice but to follow his own random fabrication.

"Twist it three times to the left, then three times to the right. OK, now the window is open."

Below the window is the spacious launch site.

logic?

Who cares about that thing in the dream?

"Well, this is a dream, it is a dream - even if it is not a dream, I will not regret it!"

Al rolled over and jumped out.

come down.

accelerate.

The sound of wind.

heartbeat.

Just when he was about to think that he was really crazy and that the four gods in the Middle Ages were all hallucinations, he stopped.

Just stayed there, suspended in the air.

The scene changed again.

Al is in a palace with ancient oriental features from around the 10th century AD.

He was holding a very beautiful woman in his arms, but Al was too lazy to notice how beautiful she was.

A man who looked like an ancient minister held up a tablet and said with a sad face, "Your Majesty! The Song army has occupied Caishiji!"

Al didn't want to waste time, so he let go of the woman, let her sit on the throne by herself, walked down the steps and went straight out of the hall.

"Give me your sword!"

He spoke to a man who looked like a guard, impatiently pulling out a long sword from the man's waist and placing it across his neck.

"Your Majesty!" This is the minister,

"Your Majesty, you can't do that!" This is a woman.

"Your Majesty!" This is the guard.

He was about to rush over to grab the sword in a panic, but Al shouted, "Don't come over here!"

The surroundings stagnated, giving Al enough space. He threw away his last concerns and pulled his neck hard.

"His Majesty!"

The world is spinning.

What is it this time?

Al was curious.

Looking back at what happened before while retaining consciousness, he was somewhat surprised that he could actually achieve such an extent.

Speaking in front of a Chaos God who is suspected to be Slaanesh, or at least connected to Slaanesh?

It's ridiculous that I know everything.

Al couldn't help laughing out loud.

After laughing, he couldn't help thinking, to what extent should he go and to what degree can he strive for, or get, the qualification to make a decisive decision?

Anyway, it’s not enough, far from enough.

He did not want to be a slave, not to anyone and not to God, except for pleasure, and even including pleasure.

Just as he thought when he first came to the Middle Ages, it would be better to die early and be done with it all, so as to avoid being manipulated by chaos.

Just when Al thought that this cycle would happen ten times, a hundred times, or even more, a huge blood-red hand tore open the crack and pulled him out.

He was somewhat touched.

Apart from the fact that she probably had some ideas about herself and was in cahoots with the guy suspected to be Slaanesh, she was really like what Alina said, my grumpy old mother, with a bad temper, but still loving children in her heart.

Return to a familiar place.

The starry sky, the road, and the throne formed by purple mist.

Under Al's feet was the place where he had knelt before, and the bloody pit was still there.

"Either kill me, or explain everything to me. At least tell me everything you can."

His head ached, fearing that the other person was the "Riddler" who had been popular on the Internet for a while sixty to fifty years ago.

"If I can find it once, I can find it more times. Those tricks are useless to me."

[You take this as a punishment? ]

The voice spoke in a bad mood, and Al's crotch immediately bulged.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the unwilling Jill, and asked with a grin:

"Isn't it? Infinite loops, repetitions, being stuck on the same day or something like that."

Why don't you take that as your reward?

Chapter 23: The Truth of the Blood Mother, the Four Chaos Gods (New)

[As long as I want, I can use the knowledge in your mind and the world to construct a completely real paradise with countless plots and countless directions]

[Emperors, generals, mercenary knights, even the most depraved and forbidden desires in your mind, I can make them come true for you in an instant]

[You just need to sincerely call me mother]

In the blink of an eye, countless figures appeared around Al.

xp covers from three to eighty years old, from Aurora to Jerusalem.

Ai'er was stunned and didn't want to blink, but those figures suddenly appeared and disappeared like bursting bubbles.

He resisted the urge to give Renlian Mama a companion, "I prefer real things. If these are fake, then I might as well stay in the spirit realm. There's no difference anyway."

[Why not? It's completely true. As long as you are willing to pretend to be confused, everything, the experience you want, the posture you want to learn, the bad things you want to do]

The voice continued to seduce Al.

【enough】

An axe broke through the barrier of the world and smashed into this world with the power of creation.

The stars were trembling, and many of them even closed their eyes. The anger in the giant's words made the blood in El's body eager to try.

A gigantic female deity with horns on her head stuck her hands on the broken crack, her eyes wide open, trying hard to tear the crack wider to make it easier to squeeze in.

【You are crazy! 】

Countless voices screamed at the same time, and Al quickly covered his ears.

[Alright! Stop! I want to talk to him about business.]

The female voice gave in.

[First of all, I am indeed your mother]

She emphasized again, and the female giant who was peeking over the crack snorted like thunder.

[Of course, not only me, but also three others]

The female voice weakened a bit and added.

[But I am indeed the one who loves you the most]

She added another patch, and continued before the Titaness got angry.

[You already know that this world is different from what you imagined. It seems to be at the end of time. It all comes down to the Four Chaos Gods, which are——]

【us】

"?"

So it's gender reassignment?

As if knowing the doubts in Al's heart, the female voice said:

[It is not a simple gender change. We do not have gender. It is just because of the believers’ imagination and our own preferences that we show a certain incarnation.]

[They are mostly asexual or masculine, while the other me often changes or is androgynous, so the other three appear to be female, and I change my taste occasionally]

"another?"

Al caught the key words the female voice said.

[You can understand us as the same god as Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh]

[Corresponding to the Blood Mother of the Blood God Khorne; corresponding to the Kind Mother of Nurgle; corresponding to the Omniscience of Tzeentch; corresponding to me of Slaanesh, Joy]

The female voice dropped a Tsar Bomb, hitting Al on the head.

[We were supposed to be one of the four gods’ names, one of their incarnations, but everything changed before the end.]

[You should know that the Four Gods are the projections of emotional forces in chaos. In general, hatred, hope, desire, and despair. All emotions belong to us. We are them, whether negative or positive.]

"Yes, courage, glory.....love and happiness..."

Al agreed dumbly.

Shocking, super, it can be said to be the biggest melon in the entire medieval world, even surpassing the secrets and grand plans of the ancient saints.

[However, spreading fear is always easier than spreading hope. Few people can stop pursuing desires. The more negative and extreme emotions there are, the stronger the Four Gods will be. But at the same time, their codes of conduct will also become more negative.]

[On the eve of the end, we were born. From then on, the positive things in this world: the desire for courage and glory, the pursuit of hope and knowledge, the yearning for love, art, happiness, the love and worship for life and healing began to flow into us, the four of us]

[New God of Chaos]

a bolt from the blue!

[We have gained the same positive and active emotions that flowed into the Four Gods as in this association, and from now on we have become one with the old Four Gods.]

[I am the Great Pleasure, or I can be Slaanesh]

[The same is true for your grumpy mom, omniscient, and loving mother]

Al fell to the ground with a thud, his head buzzing.

[Because of the influence of our birth, in the last destined moment of the end, Chaos failed to destroy the world. The victory of the moment of the end brought us a huge positive feedback. We have a complete will and action. Chaos, which has absorbed too much power from our birth, has also shrunk and stopped its infinite expansion.]

[One hundred and fifty years after the war in your memory, this is the timeline you are in now]

"So...what does this have to do with you looking for me?" Al couldn't help it. He needed some time to digest the information in his mind, and he also needed to take some initiative.

A female voice chuckled, and a woman's shadow emerged from the purple mist. She floated down and stretched out her hands, which were also made of purple mist, to hold El's cheeks.