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

The boundless beach stretches to the edge of the Ring of Decadence, where heavenly choirs sing soothing lullabies, like a fragrant sea lapping at the high walls of the soul.

The traveler's body cries out for rest, even for a moment.

No matter how strong and tireless you are, the warmth of the golden summer sun soothes your soul, representing the soothing tide that re-floods your tenacious will.

Here, tired eyes sink into the ground, and the sand as clean as bones underfoot is piled up by the remains of the sleeping first comers who fell into bliss.

A man was lying on the beach. He stretched out comfortably and wanted to take a nap here.

But the woman next to him might not want him to sleep like this, so she pulled him up directly.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Don't sleep, dear, come to my room. I won't be well."

"Are you okay? It's a new game?"

"You'll know when you come~"

The woman pulled the man and floated in the air, drifting towards the shining palace in the center.

Shaking off the lazy sand, the man saw an incredibly tall fortress sitting on slender twisted stone pillars. The towers were like living poisonous snakes coiled in their nests, forming an impossible gathering.

Peering inside the gate, you will see luxury and enjoyment that ordinary people cannot imagine.

After passing through countless corridors and halls, we finally came to Slaanesh's inner chamber, a circular hall with countless mirrors hanging to see countless details.

Reflecting each other into infinity, this is Slaanesh's place of meditation, and all manner of twisted images can be seen in the mirrors, from the pure incarnations of angels to the corrupted blasphemers of Hell.

When a mortal gazes into a mirror, all it sees is its own repeated reflections, changes and distortions. In witnessing countless iterations of the self, it becomes a mirage trapped inside the mirror.

The man was sitting on the huge bed in the inner room, as big as a continent, watching the woman rummaging through the boxes.

He picked the meat between his teeth with his hand and asked the woman vaguely, "By the way, why didn't I see Khan and Elafren when I came in? Where did you send them?"

"Oh, they..." the woman turned around cautiously, "If they die...of course, I mean if, will you be sad?"

"I will be sad, I will be very sad, and I will hold a grudge against you."

"Well..." As if she was shaken by the man's words, the woman reluctantly sent a message to her servant.

"They will be fine. I will treat them well."

"By your standards?"

"No, no, my dear, by your standards~"

Looking at the woman with a bright smile, the man didn't know what to say, "Just use my standards, they can't stand your standards."

"That's right... no one can stand my standards..."

I don’t know if I heard it wrong, but men always find it resentful and strange for women to say such words.

The man was of course Lin Fan, and the woman who led him into the palace was Slaanesh who had compressed her figure.

"Can you show me the situation of those two people?"

"...Honey, don't you believe me?"

"No...that's not the case, I'm just worried about those demons."

Slaanesh tilted his head, his confused look was quite cute, and then a mirror floated down from the wall and floated in front of Lin Fan.

The figures of Khan and Elafren are shown in the mirror. Judging from the decoration in the background, they are also in this palace of indulgence. But the only problem may be what they are wearing.

The black studded leather clothes and the lubricant smeared on them made these two people look sticky.

Khan angrily knocked on the table in front of him, loudly asking what the devil in the palace had planned, and by the way, he greeted Lin Fan, a bastard who thinks with his lower body.

Elafren lowered her head, looking very shy. She was a little cramped sitting on the stool, and her arms subconsciously blocked her chest and other more vital parts.

Lin Fan glanced at Slaanesh helplessly. This look made Slaanesh feel a little panicked. She twisted her body uncomfortably, "Everyone who enters the palace is like this. I'm just used to doing this."

"Okay, okay." Lin Fan shook his head, looking at Khan's spirited appearance, and the way he pressed a succubus' head into the hot soup, and the other demons didn't dare to stop him, he knew Slaanesh. I have a good understanding of what his standards mean.

As long as they are fine, the next step is to find the Sword of the Old Woman. Should I just ask? Or just pretend for a while?

But he obviously ignored Slaanesh's ability to observe words and emotions. Just by looking at the subtle changes in Lin Fan's expression, the pull of facial muscles, and the light radiating from his eyes, the principal of the University of Erotica could tell what Lin Fan was thinking.

"My dear, are you looking for something, but are you embarrassed to ask me? It's okay~ My dear, just say whatever you want, as long as you want it, I'll give you anything~"

Seeing Slaanesh's serious look, Lin Fan scratched his head in distress and asked Slaanesh directly that he wanted to find a sword that could kill her? This is really a bit...but for the sake of all sentient beings in the universe, we still have to do this.

"Do you have a wonderful sword here? It was sent here by a secret keeper."

"A sword?" Slaanesh sat next to Lin Fan, playing with his long snow-white hair with his hands, and then fell on the bed with a smile.

"Hahaha~ Honey, do you want this? Is this all you want?"

Slaanesh seemed to have laughed enough, and threw himself on Lin Fan. He put his hands around his waist and passed his hands under his armpits. As Slaanesh's hands knitted, a long sword exuding soul fluctuations appeared in Lin Fan's body. In front of Fan's eyes.

"Do you know what this is for? Are you just giving it to me?"

"I know, this sword can threaten me and hurt my body, but I don't care, because this is what you want."

Lin Fan looked at Slaanesh's shining eyes when he looked at him, and looked at the attachment in Slaanesh's eyes, but he still couldn't make a move.

To be honest, if he could see a crazy Slaanesh rush in front of him, take off his pants at all costs, and then tie him up and play some weird games, he wouldn't feel so heavy in his heart. of guilt.

But looking at Slaanesh like this...tsk...this is going to be troublesome.

Lin Fan gently touched the sword filled with soul and asked about Slaanesh's daily life. Maybe this would make him determined to kill the evil god in front of him.

"What were you doing while I was away?"