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“Ynnead…”

She whispered the name of the gods, and not only her, but all the spirits in this universe...

All the living Aida felt their souls connected to this final god!

They murmured and roared with excitement - their true god, their last god, save them and defeat the great enemy of darkness!

The purple-blue glow reflected the posture of the deceased, and there were countless soul flames entwined around his great body and the blue-black armor of the dead.

Five crone swords surrounded him, and the holy fire of Asuryan brought the hatred of the gods and the will of the elves!

die! die! die!

Countless desires for death impact the chaotic world of Sin!

The desire for silence and quietness made the entire great palace tremble and collapse all the time.

The seven heavens disintegrated at an extremely fast speed, representing the thoughts of enjoyment and pleasure of the entire universe and all that was buried in the ashes of annihilation!

Silence, calm, these things themselves are the greatest enemies of joy.

Or is it... a necessity after the carnival?

Slaanesh Screamer, the terrifying Dark Prince pounced on Death like a shapeless ball of color!

He came towards the God of Death, carrying with him the happiness, the joy and endless hedonism that all the elves had once longed for!

And the god of death, the peaceful Jena, also brandished five crone swords and fought against the endless pleasure.

Evelyne could not describe what she saw. How could her weak spirit and poor words describe the fight between the gods?

She only knew that Slaanesh's Chaos Realm was disintegrating, the High Heavens were trembling, and countless souls were fighting each other amid screams!

She continued to watch, and continued to see through the essence of this war.

The Eldar souls who support the God of Death and yearn for peace, and the Eldar souls who support Slaanesh and revel in endless pleasure.

Their thoughts are the echo of their souls and a reflection of the entire existence of the Eldar.

This is a fight between the gods, and also an impact on the Aida themselves. Thoughts against thoughts, actions against actions, souls against souls!

It is always themselves who decide their own destiny!

But what is the result?

The pink color gradually covered the peaceful blue, and the carnival screams of pursuit of pleasure gradually overwhelmed the voices longing for peace.

The reveling Dark Prince suppressed the dead Jena, and she grabbed the final sword and stabbed it into Jena's heart.

Evelyne closed her eyes in pain.

This is her race, this is their thinking.

The soul that yearns for pleasure ultimately overwhelms the self that yearns for peace. Jena... is no match for Slaanesh at all.

Who could she blame? This was the choice of their race, a flaw inherent in the Eldar race, and there was no cure. No one could help them...

As the Dark Prince's screams resounded through the heavens, Jena was crushed and swallowed by Slaanesh...

And the souls of countless Eldar were completely swallowed up by Slaanesh amidst wailing and cursing.

Evelyne

Her soul and self merged with countless torrents, and the endless pain and flow were the end of pleasure.

This is the result of their wish, the result of their entire race’s wish to the Supreme God!

Slaanesh, that is their wish.

But the next moment, something strange happened.

After devouring the souls of all the Eldar, Slaanesh stood there in a daze. His body, his existence, and the "womb" that he nurtured suddenly expanded wildly.

He screamed! The pain that could not be transformed into happiness existed in every corner of her soul!

His screams echoed throughout the realm of the Four Gods, and the wailing continued without stopping!

After devouring the souls of all the Eldar, Slaanesh... was too full?

Or, in other words, after she completely devoured all the spirits, she truly began to breed the ultimate "God"...

The True Eldar God

Not the Dark Prince of the Eldar, but the Eldar's -

dark lord

"Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Slaanesh's wails were so miserable, yet it still couldn't stop the pain from spreading throughout his body!

Crack His existence, tear apart His thoughts, and engulf all the complete decomposition of the deity!

And what devoured all of this was what was nurtured within her body.

The god that would be born after all the Eldar died, the one who—

Jena the Dead

Or rather——

Dark Lord Jena

Slaanesh is afraid, Slaanesh is mad and confused! He understands everything, knows everything!

At that moment, the Eldar refraction and the joyful pursuit of the Warp gave birth to Shalish.

In her ecstasy she devoured the Eldar gods and took the throne of the Warp.

But she was still extremely hungry, pursuing the soul of every living elf as if she had lost her mind.

The desire was unquenchable, and He could not fathom the cause.

But now, He understood - that desire came from the depths of His being, from the "God" that was the result of all the thoughts of the Eldar, the one that should have been born but was not yet born.

Slaanesh is not the Dark Lord of the Eldar, from the beginning, he is the "Prince of Darkness"...

The prince who was not a king, the one who was not a god... "The Cursed..."

Hehe, this joke is so fucking funny, Slaanesh is not the emperor who became a god, but the cursed emperor now!

The Emperor who became a god, the true Prince of Darkness, a god born with all the advents of a race - he was born only at the moment he devoured the soul of the last Eldar.

And He is the last dead, and the Dark King of the Eldar, Jena

His birth foreshadowed the destruction of Slaanesh.

Because this itself is an annotation of the concept of joy - when any enjoyment comes to an end, what awaits you is only endless peace and tranquility.

There is no peace and tranquility more profound than death.

This is also why the name of the final sword is called "Slaanesh", because He is the final puzzle piece of Jena's birth.

Slaanesh panicked. He did not want to accept the end of his pleasure. He did not want to erase the last peace of his birth. In order to complete all this, in order to prevent his birth -

Slaanesh, made the Emperor's decision.

He screamed, and cut open his abdomen with the final sword! In the endless wailing and the pain of self-tearing, he instantly released the souls of all the Eldar!

In an instant, the thoughts and souls of countless elves instantly echoed in the Supreme Heaven. The storm of souls danced wildly and gathered, finally condensing and descending!

From the soul at the birth of the Eldar to Evelyne who was finally devoured.

The souls of all the elves were released and returned to the Supreme Heaven.

The entire extinct Eldar civilization thus returned to the world.

The price is the endless wailing of Slaanesh as his abdomen is cut open - he will bear the pain of the Emperor and be the "hell" of the Eldar forever. There will be no more pleasure here, and Slaanesh can no longer absorb pleasure and enjoy it. He can only watch the countless pleasures pouring into him, but disappearing with the dissected body.

This is the ultimate joke of Xi Lego.

In this final act of the drama, Slaanesh expended all his strength, placing all his pain in the echoing sky...

In the end, it was Slaanesh who saved the Eldar.

The savior who saved the Eldar was Slaanesh.

Such an unexpectedness, such a drama, and such a result are the ultimate joke presented by Xi Lego.

And in this joke that shook the entire universe, two different kinds of laughter resounded!

“Hahahahahaha!!”

“Quackhahaha!!”

The "joke" that Silogo created with his "accident" was a development that the Lord of Change had not expected, and it made Tzeentch laugh...

He won the victory.

Xilego's final joke caught Tzeentch off guard, and his "accident" successfully made Tzeentch laugh.

Whether or not he laughed was secondary. The most important thing was that this was a change that was beyond Tzeentch's expectations.

When even the Lord of Change cannot detect a change, this paradox is a fatal phenomenon for Tzeentch. Seizing this opportunity, Silergo immediately compiled a complete "drama" for Tzeentch...

In the tide of life, in the storm of action, rising and falling, coming and going suddenly!

Birth and death, eternal tides, warp and weft, fiery life:

I turn the whirring loom of time, weaving a living garment for the divinity.

This drama, called The Birth of Slaanesh, completely adopted the performance specifications of The Fall of the Eldar, with a clown, a monologue, and a screenwriter.

Although the configuration is the same, the content is completely different. It is a joke created by the hands of the clown, re-enacting the birth of Slaanesh, but it brings hope of life to the Eldar!

The ultimate joke from the clown resounded through the heavens!

Slaanesh, who destroyed the Eldar, saved the Eldar. The God of Death was born as a result of Slaanesh, but Slaanesh must save the Eldar.

It's funny, but it's also a supreme change born from the law of the unexpected, and with the performance of the big clown...

Jianqi, who had the upper hand just now, was instantly wrapped up by the network he had created!

Xi Lego succeeded, there is no doubt about it!

But he still knew deeply that the jokes he made up might be able to entrap or even deceive Tzeentch, but he would never be able to defeat the Lord of Change.

Everything still requires the Lord of Humanity to make the most crucial move.

Everything still relies on the only existence in the warp space that is equal to the four gods.

kill!kill!kill!

Compared to the battles that took place in the other three Chaos God realms... there is no doubt that the war taking place in Khorne's territory is fucking pure and terrifying!

The Blood God stood up from his throne, roared, swung his magic sword and cut his own chaotic wasteland into pieces...

At the same time, he used his incomparable ultimate power to destroy the entire chaotic world into pieces!

Even though this is his own territory, Khorne doesn't care. He only cares about how to blast his enemies down the fucking ground!

And now, he actually no longer has a throne to sit on.

His brass throne has cracked, and the Tower of Babel, forged from the skulls of countless believers who fought in his name throughout the mortal world, has collapsed!

But Khorne didn't care. He didn't give a damn!

If there is an enemy, kill the enemy! If there is an opponent, fucking fight! As one of the top two Chaos Gods in terms of combat power, Khorne fucking sneers at any complicated conceptual struggles!

You want to stop me from killing, you stand in my way... Then I will fucking chop you into pieces, blast you down, and fucking kill you!!

He might be the only one among the four gods who doesn't care about the enemies standing in front of him and the damn witchcraft bacon that is plotting against him.

Because he would definitely chop all those annoying beeping things into pieces!

Or, get chopped up by them!

After the Unfinished God left his Chaos Realm, Khorne had been itching for too long. He wanted to fight madly, and fight with complete fucking joy!

And now, facing Kane Karagu who dared to challenge him, and facing the Blood Shark who controlled this complete ultimate body of the Star God, Khorne's heart was filled with the desire and ecstasy for battle!

In order to fight more happily and thoroughly, Khorne didn't even care about killing all the great demons under his command, concentrating all his strength to experience the endless joy of killing and fighting!

"Come on, Kane, let me break you into pieces again. Even ten thousand pieces won't be enough!!"

Khorne roared wildly, and the blood-red thunder sword continued to attack Kane!

Every swing splashes a layer of bloody battle, and every massacre further destroys this entire chaotic world!