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

"Do you want to go with me?" Lin Fan touched Slaanesh's head, "Of course, we will go to your house."

"Okay!" Slaanesh cheered and hugged Lin Fan's neck. Another flesh bag tore out from the back, and rapidly expanded and grew into the huge second body of Slaanesh.

This larger second body of Slaanesh wanted to drag the pirate ship with it, but Lin Fan stopped it.

If we take the pirate ship away, guys like Ifreni may not survive if they really enter Slaanesh's territory. The Death Army encountered the boss at the end of the level just after it was established, and was sent away in a wave.

Lin Fan couldn't guarantee to stay with Efreni and the others all the time, so he had better let them go out to find swords.

"Don't take them away, just take me...and take the Khan with them."

"Okay~listen dear~"

The tentacles of the second incarnation of Slaanesh let go of the pirate ship and wrapped around the khan.

Khan would rather die than obey, and twisted around desperately. Although he did not dare to open his eyes, at least his mouth could still moan.

Khan, I'll give you a hard time first, I believe you won't fall.

But then Elafren spoke, "I want to go too."

"You?" It was only then that Slaanesh and Lin Fan noticed that Elafren could actually open his eyes under the heavy pressure of Slaanesh and remain conscious.

"Where is your soul?" In Slaanesh's perception, he could not see the soul in Elafren's body at all, nor did he see any stone containing her soul.

"I..." Elafren lowered her head as she looked at Slaanesh. Even though her soul was shielded from Lin Fan, she was still shocked by what she saw in front of her.

"You are also very interesting..." Slaanesh thought for a long time and didn't understand why, but this was very novel, so she also disappeared with Elafren entangled.

The warped webway finally began to return to normal with the departure of Slaanesh. The black sun of Comoros appeared again, and the flesh flowers and artistic razor blood pools that popped up on the ship shrank.

Efreni supported herself to stand up. She looked at Thousand Faces, who was also breathing heavily, and mobilized the power of death in her body to dispel the influence of Slaanesh on other compatriots.

"...that person..."

"I can't believe it..."

There was no more communication between the two, and they could only keep their surprise and curiosity deep in their hearts. They also vaguely guessed that Lin Fan was going to get the fifth Sword of the Crone before he started to pretend to be in love with Slaanesh.

But the exchange process is still appalling...

In Comoros, the situation is even worse.

The demons broke through the Gate of Cain, although a series of traps and ancient relics buried there effectively dampened the momentum of the demonic invasion.

But then the incarnation of Slaanesh slipped through the door, bringing the soul-corrupted inhabitants of Commorragh to complete destruction.

If that lustful figure drifts to one place, it will cause the entire dark elves in the city to die unnaturally. Devouring from the inside out, from spirit to flesh is unavoidable.

Even if Slaanesh's thoughts are not on those who escaped, they will be tortured by the gnawing.

Large areas of the city fell into chaos due to the dissipation of souls and the loss of people, and the animals in the cages walked out of a hell like a slaughterhouse.

They looked at everything around them in horror, only to find that the devils under the armor had all turned into nothing.

Only the last moans of the dying Dark Eldar could be heard in the empty bleeding streets, and then they stopped like a duck being grabbed by the throat.

Victor, the Lord of Conspiracy, stood in the temple of Black Muse. He could feel that the god who controlled the souls of all Eldar completely scanned the entire Commorragh.

His guards, his servants, his slaves, everything became food for that terrifying guy.

The statue of the Black Muse in front of him changed from black metal and gems to flesh and blood exuding lust. The gloomy and cruel face of the Muse turned into an unpredictable smiling face of both men and women.

Victor knew that this was a projection of Slaanesh that had come here. He uncontrollably covered his chest and knelt on the ground, as embarrassed as a pig or dog.

"Cough...cough...ha..."

"Viktor, Victor~ I collected the tax this time~ Do it well, dear~ Oh no, you shouldn't say that now. Hehe, I already have a dear, but I can't do what I did before. Little guy, do it well~"

Slaanesh's projection left just as quickly as it came. In just a few seconds after sending a message, Victor felt that the soul he had strengthened through torture and devouring was almost gone.

"...It's really embarrassing...Hahaha!...Ahem!"

Victor struggled to stand up, but couldn't straighten up. His body was no longer as strong as his frame, and he could only barely hold on to the armor on his body.

"Is there anyone alive...huh?"

The hoarse questioning voice yielded nothing in this empty and silent temple, only the distant wails of the devoured ones floated into the temple door.

A broken figure of flesh and blood appeared at the door of the temple. He drove the joints and bones on his body to get closer to Victor.

"My lord..."

"Lakas..." Victor was now leaning against the wall of the temple. It was difficult for him to even raise his head, but he still relied on his ruthlessness as the master of conspiracy to drive his body.

Lacasse, who looked equally miserable, came closer and listened to Victor's words.

"How is Comoros doing now?"

"My lord, this is very bad. His arrival has levied a large amount of taxes. We have been hit hard, but some of our seeds have been preserved."

"Hehehehe..."

Victor shook his head, this was their fate, to fall into the abyss soberly, with no way back.

"Where are the various nobles in the city?"

"They're ready to move, they're intent on subversion."

"Where's that bitch Malus?"

"She left a signal, and I think it's best not to read what's written on it."

"Say!"

"In that case, I obey..."

Lacasse adjusted his flesh and blood to make his voice consistent with Mrs. Malus's, and spoke with disdain and hatred for Victor, "The Laughing God's job is much better than yours."

"Hehehe..." Victor was not angry, he just laughed mockingly, "So this is what she relies on? A stupid fun god of a stupid troupe? What a stupid woman... Lacasse enters Just one stage.”

"Okay, my lord."

Lacasse took out a dark dagger from the leather bag sewn on his body and inserted it into Victor's heart.

After confirming that Victor was completely dead, Larkas walked out of the temple of the Black Muse.

The Lord of Conspiracy is dead, and the remaining forces of Comoros will fight for the next city lord in a bloody battle at all costs...