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

The garden of the palace of indulgence, where flowers with delicate lips bloom and exercise books flow with the secrets of geometry.

Lin Fan picked up a cup of tea, blew on the hot air, and then took a sip.

It tastes good and the aftertaste is great.

Slaanesh sat next to Lin Fan, admiring the scenery of Slaanesh's realm with him.

"I've never been so quiet before. It feels pretty good to try it once in a while."

"Yes, writing too many math questions will make you tired. Occasionally, you still need some dull years to spice up your life."

Lin Fan touched Slaanesh's long white hair, and Slaanesh purred comfortably as he was being touched. His whole body almost collapsed on Lin Fan's body again, and the mathematical formulas on the scroll once again turned into function images.

"Are you starting to write math problems again?"

"Um...Sorry." Slaanesh disappeared in a hurry, and sat back after a while carrying a perfect score paper.

"I've been touching your hair for a long time, aren't you tired of it yet?"

"No, I will never get tired of it."

Seeing the joy that could not be hidden in Slaanesh's shining eyes, Lin Fan also shook his head, then touched Slaanesh's hair and talked about Slaanesh's life in the subspace.

"Do you know what that guy Tzeentch is doing?"

"Tzeentch?"

Slaanesh lay in Lin Fan's arms, clasping his fingers, "Tzeentch has always been mysterious. The last time I talked to him was when I was just born. I went to say hello to everyone, and then Tzeentch was pulling People have meetings.”

"Meeting?"

"Yes, there is a meeting. The slogan is a mobilization meeting about the better development of subspace. In short, it is about punishing a defaulter and bringing more extra money to subspace."

Slaanesh began to recall the past and told Lin Fan stories from that time.

Khorne still had that bad temper that didn't please anyone, while Nurgle was scratching his head indifferently, using a branch in his hand to pick out his own ears, making a disgusting sound of snapping.

Tzeentch put on a pair of glasses for each of his eyes and held a stack of plans and plans in his hand.

Slaanesh walked into the conference room in a hurry and blew a kiss to every god present. "Dear, are you welcoming me? That's great!"

The scene in the field changes according to Slaanesh's mind, with flowers and blade wheels, artistic sculptures and wailing echoes made of souls.

Slaanesh wields a cylindrical salute gun, which explodes with colorful fragments of guts and bones.

"Oh! I'm so stupid, I left it everywhere~"

Slaanesh, who didn't care about the feelings of the gods at all, sat on the stool, his body shaking, and there was a huge musical reverberation in his ears that could be heard by all the gods.

Symphony, rock music, folk music, and electronic music made Khorne's brain hurt when he listened to them. These complex music that had no battlefield heroic spirit made him feel angry.

Only the thundering war drums and the sound of beheading are the sounds of nature!

He was originally angry for coming to this damn meeting today. If there wasn't a big golden guy who could fight him, he would have struck Tzeentch on the head with an axe.

"If you bother me like this again, I'm going to make you learn to behave yourself."

"Hehehe, what's going on? You're not so angry, are you?" Slaanesh smiled and touched Khorne's arm with a playful smile on his face, "Don't be angry, let's have a party at my house~"

"Roar!" Khorne's angry and threatening voice came. The hand under the stage had already grasped the heavy sword, and he was ready to strike at this idiot who did not know life and death.

"Tch, that's boring~" Slaanesh pouted at Khorne's angry look and floated to Nurgle's side.

Nurgle had finished picking out his ears and nose, and was looking at the flowers that Slaanesh had conjured with curiosity. "It's pretty, but I don't really like this style."

Then he tapped the flower lightly with his fingers stained with various filth, and rotten fungus and festering mucus suddenly flowed out of the flower, exuding a stench.

Slaanesh looked around Nurgle with disgust. He couldn't accept the filth. He took a few steps back and approached Tzeentch, who was still writing plans and plans.

"My dear, stop looking at these boring things and play with me~"

"Oh? Okay, come on baby."

Slaanesh was overjoyed and threw himself into Tzeentch's arms, but when he really squirmed in Tzeentch's arms, he only felt the stench of hot fire and brimstone.

Looking up, he saw Khorne staring down at him. Slaanesh looked at Khorne in confusion, checked the surroundings, and found that Tzeentch was still busy writing a plan, not even bothering to raise his head.

"Hehe~ Don't be angry~ Smile~" Slaanesh poked Khorne's heavily armored helmet with his hand and gave him a smile.

"..." Khorne didn't say a word, he just grabbed Slaanesh's arm and silently pulled out the heavy sword with his other hand.

"You won't chop me, right?" Although Slaanesh said this, there was still a little expectation in his heart.

But Khorne didn't care what Slaanesh was thinking. He raised his knife with anger and chopped Slaanesh into pieces while Slaanesh screamed in pain and joy.

Nurgle moved closer, hoping to stop Khorne and Slaanesh from fighting like this without any friendship. Tzeentch sighed, raised his hand and wiped out his ears.

Maybe it was because he didn’t want his heavy sword and his clean body to get stained with something like shit. Khorne withdrew his heavy sword, and Slaanesh returned to his former glory.

Tzeentch finally stopped writing when he looked at Khorne who was not satisfied with cutting him, Slaanesh who was a little satisfied but still expressed dissatisfaction with Khorne's actions, and Nurgle who was tending the succulent flowers.

He shook the plan book in his hand, reset the conference room, erased everything created by Slaanesh, and replaced it with a fluttering banner.

"The Second Exchange Conference on Subspace Development"

"Why the second time? What did you do the first time?"

"The first time we and you, unconscious, smashed Tzeentch's staff to pieces. His face was so stinky at that time."

Nurgle answered Slaanesh's question gently, smiling kindly.

Slaanesh responded gratefully with an even more touching smile, "Then when will you return Elsa to me?"

"I'll talk about it later, I'll talk about it later."

Seeing Nurgle turning his head to prevaricate him, Slaanesh crossed his arms and gritted his teeth, mentally cursing this fat guy who was pretentious.

"Ahem, stop making trouble, we have something to discuss here."

Tzeentch knocked on the table lightly and handed out a stack of plans to each god.

"The guy who lied to us is unwilling to fulfill his promise. He is unwilling to hand over half of the original body to us."

"So we have to retaliate against him and let him know that we are not easy to mess with. By the way, we can also make the market more active and everyone can make a lot of money."

"I have found a fool who can represent our will. Everyone will invest 25% in him, and we can evenly distribute future dividends."

Tzeentch stretched out his hand a little, and an image of Horus appeared in the center of the conference room.