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

Looking at the current universe, there are probably only three races that can seriously unite.

The new generation of Tau have illusions about the Milky Way because of their own naivety and ignorance. They still don't fully understand the magnitude of the enemy the Empire is. They just think that the Empire is two to three times larger than the Tau Empire.

The Eldar who are about to die, as long as their prophecies do not involve the nonsense of annihilating humans to ensure the survival of the race, these people will also be a help. Even black bean sprouts can barely be counted. After all, these guys are just trying to suck other people's souls to prevent themselves from being sucked.

The future Death Army will also incorporate many black bean sprouts from Comoros, but if they really want to unite with humans, they'd better change their lifestyle. Otherwise, don’t blame the Empire for being too cruel when the bolt gun is pressed against your head.

Finally there are the Necrontyrs, now known as the Necrons. If they could meet a more enlightened overlord like Trazin, or sign a contract with the autistic King of Silence outside the galaxy, they wouldn't be able to discuss it.

In fact, apart from a few overlords with extreme ideas, most of the Necrontyr can still be negotiated, but the price is still high.

The spirit clan means that there is a bomb in your house, which can affect his house, so he forced his way into your house, was discovered by you, and forced him to do something that would bring disaster to the fish in the pond. The truth is that you don't say that there is a bomb in your house that is about to explode. bomb.

In the end, the bomb exploded, killing both the Eldar who came to defuse the bomb and you who lived at home.

Necrontyrs are the kind of people who wake up from the basement and find a bomb in the house. It turns out that it is a handmade toy from their kindergarten. After tearing it apart a few times, they find that their house has changed drastically. It is full of unknown people. Plant bugs and small animals.

The overlord said: This is my home, get out quickly, or I will help you get out.

But it’s not easy to find a nest. No one wants to just leave. Besides, you’ve been sleeping in the basement for millions of years. Who knows if this house is really yours.

So the overlord couldn't bear it anymore, did a big cleaning, and sent all the animals to the stove to be burned as firewood.

If it were Trazin, he would choose to keep a few cute and special pets, and the rest would be made into specimens and hung on the wall.

But the rest is difficult. The greenskins just want to fight. The reason why they won't fight you now is because if they kill you, they won't have to fight tomorrow.

Tyron just wants to eat, just like grazing, from east to west, from south to north, and then wait for you to grow a crop before eating again for a round of sustainable development.

The evil god of subspace just wants to turn the universe into a cesspit, so that everyone will maintain painful and intense emotions, continuously nourishing them and becoming stronger.

"Alas..." Lin Fan, who felt that his tasks were becoming increasingly heavy, did not even bother to think about the issue of the conservative forces in the empire. After Guilliman was alive, a large number of inquisitors and members of the state religion expressed dissatisfaction with the original body.

I really don’t know how many more years of civil war the human empire will have to fight after taking a new route...

Maybe we should bring back a few more primarchs who are good at farming. Khan and Russ are too out of touch to be builders.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan took Khan's hand and Ifreni's hand, holding their hands together, "Then this is an unwritten treaty. You guys stay away from the empire. We will stay as far away from you as possible regarding your matters so as not to affect you."

"Okay." Khan and Efreni felt that this covenant was too hasty, but considering the complicated situation of both parties, they could only accept it this way.

Qian Mian looked at Lin Fan and asked, "Do you have any territory? You know, a colony, a spaceship, or an asteroid void city or something."

"Uh...I think I'm almost there."

"Almost there?"

"Ah, the Emperor said that he wanted to allocate a piece of land to me, but he didn't say where. When I asked, he was not in a hurry."

Qian Mian laughed softly, "Didn't you expect that the prophet also has things that cannot be predicted?"

"I am not a prophet, I am just an ordinary person who knows better."

Lin Fan waved his hand and then talked about the last Sword of the Old Woman hidden in Slaanesh's lair, "If I can get the last sword, how should I contact you?"

Qian Mian handed Lin Fan a white bone fragment, "Take this thing, if you can build a safe place, bury it in the soil, and a webway gate will grow out of it."

"Tsk tsk, you have quite a lot of good things. Aren't you a teacher?"

"Haha, anyone who studies history will keep many ancient items on their body, even me."

Lin Fan swallowed the broken bone into his mouth and let the small clothes attached to the inside of his mouth contain it. Probably some kind of preservation method such as pocket space or quantum technology.

Everyone formed a fragile alliance and prepared to sail out along the webway and return to their respective homes. But at this moment, the dark and bloody skyline of Comoros shone with an abnormal pink-purple light.

Loud and terrifying wails and laughter came from the distant Comoros and reached the pirate ship like sound waves without attenuation.

Some Witch Spirit sisters knelt on the ground, enduring the pain from their souls, but Efreni and Thousand Faces were unaffected. They stood on the bow of the ship and used their spiritual energy to carve the symbols of death in the air.

A pale soul shield rose, blocking the terrifying sound waves.

Qian Mian looked at Commorragh in the distance, which was emitting an unnatural lustful light, and saw the tentacles and tails slowly growing out of the webway, as well as oo and xx.

"The Prince of Darkness...why did he appear in the webway..."

Efreni's face was solemn. She had tried her best to resist the remnants of Slaanesh's appearance. She didn't even dare to think about what kind of hell Commorragh had become.

The power given by the God of Death is still a little too weak...

Lin Fan looked at the mutated webway and suddenly realized why Slaanesh appeared here. There was a Gate of Cain sealed underground in Commorragh, and that thing was directly connected to the subspace. The resurrection of Ifreni shook the door open.

Oh...damn...Slaanesh is definitely coming.

Just as Lin Fan thought, Slaanesh soon felt the cutie that he longed for. The spatial dimensions of the Webway kneaded together with the coming of Slaanesh, transforming into the outline of Slaanesh.

The devoured dead of Commorragh piled up in the form of the dimension, taking the form of Slaanesh's body. Flesh and flesh fused and adhered, armor mutated and mutated, and a lustful and lazy figure wrapped around the pirate ship with what everyone considered the most lustful attitude.

The soul shield of the power of death was shattered by Slaanesh's blowing kiss. All the Eldar fell to the ground, clutching the soul stones in their hands to ensure that they would not be swallowed by Slaanesh.

Elafren didn't react at all. She was just fascinated by Slaanesh's appearance, and then she was blocked by Lin Fan and Khan.

"Oh~ My dear, we meet again~ You can't run away this time~"

Slaanesh blinked happily, and the webway around them began to change and collapse, dripping space emptiness downwards like ice cream melting.

Lin Fan sighed and dialed the emperor's hotline.

"Beep~The user you called is busy, please leave a message after the beep..."

Gee, can you still leave messages now? Really...

Not knowing how to complain, Lin Fan left a message to the emperor, "Don't worry, just play with him."

You exist because we allow it, and you perish because we want it.