Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

This idea of ​​Slaanesh can be said to be quite dangerous. The origin of desire is entangled with all life in the universe. If this thing is eaten by Lin Fan, it is likely to cause part of the concept of desire to disappear.

Such as joy, such as sadness.

But Slaanesh didn't care, she just wanted to experience new things, and she wanted her dear to experience it with her. Even if the entire universe was molded into a sweet candy, it was quite worth it.

whee...

Excited with joy by the picture outlined in his mind, Slaanesh turned over again, and then saw Aeneid, the god of death, getting closer and closer to him.

After capturing the god of death, Slaanesh listened to Lin Fan's words and did not eat him alive. He just put him in the toy box and occasionally took him out to play with.

Not to mention, this cool toy is quite exciting to use at first. But after using Slaanesh a few times, he got tired of it, threw it into the teddy bear and ignored it.

Now seeing her toy come to life, Slaanesh's silent heart became active again, and he greeted Aenead warmly while vomiting blood.

"Hey~ do you want to have some fun with me?"

Aeneid, who was full of murderous intentions, was disgusted by Slaanesh's words. He thought of those short and humiliating days.

"Enough Slaanesh!" Aeneid yelled, and Slaanesh quieted down, staring at Aeneid curiously with her many eyes, "Your evil days are over! All the joy will be in Extinguished under my sharp blade! Only pure death and the cold prison of dead souls await you!"

"Oh oh oh oh! So this is a new way of playing, right?" Slaanesh became excited, she liked the new way of playing, "Oh! Come on! Come on! Use your cold sword Pierce my round belly! Cut me open! Let the blood spurt out! Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Faced with the excitement of Slaanesh, Aenead was speechless and covered his face.

Things shouldn't be like this. Slaanesh should be afraid of him and afraid of him, instead of begging to be killed by a knife like a bitch.

"That's enough, bitch! Shut up!" Unable to bear it, Aeneid turned red and scolded Slaanesh angrily, which only made Slaanesh even more excited.

"Oh~ scold more and increase the intensity!"

Aenead suddenly lost interest. He was severely hit and a little lost. He was wondering whether he should go back to the God-Emperor to talk about the fun of death.

Slaanesh was so keen. She saw Aenead's loss, and hurriedly grabbed his cold body with her tentacles and begged, "Don't go, don't go. If you don't like this way of playing, I can change it." Yes, it’s all easy to discuss.”

Speaking of Slaanesh, he coughed twice, and then said fearfully and pitifully, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Don't kill me! We are married for one night and a hundred days of grace. Although you are just a toy, you should also remember the happy time we spent." "

"I'll kill you! I'll chop you into pieces, you damn pervert! I'll chop you up!" The god of death, Aeneid, was completely stimulated by Slaanesh. He pounced on Slaanesh like crazy. He was specially cast for her death. The sword penetrated flesh and bone with ease, and unhealable scars appeared in Slaanesh's essence.

Bang bang bang bang! Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

Either smashing or poking, Aenead felt that his whole body was full of strength, and nothing that Slaanesh's body spit out could stop him. Under the feast of cutting, there was Slaanesh's groan of pain and pleasure. This was very different from Khorne's slashing, and Slaanesh was unwilling to miss any details.

"Harder! Harder!" Slaanesh felt that it was not enough, so he held Aenead down and pushed him deeper into his body.

Finally, with a crisp shattering sound, Slaanesh went limp, spread out on the ground like Nurgle after being attacked by Lin Fan, unable to form a solid body.

Aenead stepped on the sea of ​​blood and sensed the vitality of the seraesh. The sea of ​​blood under his feet was bubbling and bubbling, expressing the joyful sound of the seraesh reaching its peak.

Slaanesh is dead...

Although only the part that was closely connected to the Eldar died, the impact of this death on her was equally significant.

Slaanesh will remain unconscious for a long time in the climax of his first death, before he can gather his scattered power back into his body.

Ineyed chuckled sinisterly, half of his mission was completed. Now, it is time for the remaining Eldar to die. He hates living creatures from the bottom of his heart and longs for a universe filled with cold dead souls.

Although in Ifreni's propaganda, the death god Aenead is the last hope of the Eldar to defeat Slaanesh.

But what about after Death kills Slaanesh?

He is the God of Death, and his attributes dictate that he be an enemy of the living. The Chosen One of Slaanesh focuses on the pursuit of ultimate pleasure, while the Chosen One of Death focuses on endless death. At that time, even if Ifreni doesn't want to, she will become the deathbed of the Eldar under the control of Death.

"First the Eldar! Then it will expand to the entire universe! Hahahahahaha!" Ineyed stepped on the sea of ​​blood and smiled arrogantly. He had already thought about what he should do next.

But unfortunately, he is too young, and there are too many old monsters in this universe.

"Are you the one with a plan?" Tzeentch, who planned all this, emerged from the virtual image and struck a blow at Aenead.

Few people have seen the scene of Tzeentch's attack. As the master of conspiracy, he prefers to incite others to satisfy his own interests, but in order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, Tzeentch does not mind taking action himself.

First, observe that the endless timeline and fate line unfold before Tzeentch's eyes, of which the scene in which the Death God Aenead defeats Tzeentch only accounts for 0.0000000000001%.

Then choose, Tzeentch sifted through the pictures of Death's failure, quickly wrote down the various spells that overwhelmed him, and then sketched them in front of his hand.

After the final cast, after preparing all this in an instant, Tzeentch condensed the tens of thousands of mixed spells into a crystal with various colors and shapes and threw it out.

Ineyed was frightened by this powerful blow and lost all his arrogance. He only thought about escaping from here and looking for another chance.

Death is doomed, as long as time passes long enough, his power will become stronger and stronger!

The crystal fell next to Aenead, and the spell storm steamed up half of the sea of ​​blood. This was Tzeentch's deliberate move. In the sea of ​​blood that was about to dry up, there was something that deeply attracted Tzeentch's attention.

The source of Slaanesh's desire.

It was so weakly displayed in front of Tzeentch, and it was one of the important items for Tzeentch to carry out his next plan!

Tzeentch reached out his hand, his excitement and excitement barely concealable.

"Awesome! Victory must belong to... huh?" Tzeentch felt something was wrong in his hand. After a closer look, he realized that the source of desire he was holding in his hand was just a piece of cloth that felt slippery.