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

With such a free and undisciplined temperament, Slaanesh naturally did not take Khorne's warning to heart, and complained rather disdainfully.

"Who are you?"

One sentence successfully ignited the fire of Khorne. From then on, the list of people that Khorne beat regularly included Tzeentch, the stinky piece of shit he was hostile to, and Slaanesh, the disrespectful and disorderly guy.

Even though there is no concept of time and space in subspace, every god exists in the future and in the past. But this does not affect the blood god's ability to hold down the newborn Slaanesh's head and beat her severely, and while beating her, he told her in a loud and loud voice who the real big brother was.

The Blood God's doomsday weapon collided violently with Slaanesh's weird indulgence toy, accidentally smashing Kane to pieces.

From then on, this madman who caused headaches for other Eldar gods was shattered on the ground, and the degree of fragmentation was comparable to that of the Star God who was shattered by the Necrontyr.

The collapsed Eldar Empire suffered from the soul-sucking suffering of Slaanesh, the catastrophe of the collapse of the Pantheon, and the deep infection of the Shard of Khaine.

Khaine's fury struck at the souls and minds of the Eldar, unleashing bloodlust and fratricide.

The craft world's escape from the center of the Eldar Empire could not escape this madness. They burned in the civil war. Driven by the mad and broken god, the Eldar survivors had another battle royale.

It wasn't until the Phoenix Lord brought the Path System that the Eldar could control their actions.

But this kind of control is only the most basic insurance after all, and the Eldar are still in danger of becoming bloodthirsty madmen.

So the war mask was born. This kind of thing is not a piece of equipment, but a way to separate the psychology of war and the psychology of life by creating a second personality. Essentially, a replacement for the original personality is created, which can be kept or discarded and redone as needed.

Some of the stand-ins under the war masks also give themselves names.

After the war, facing the bloody ground, the Eldar warrior wearing a war mask said that he could still implement Kane's divine rule at the killing point.

When the mask was taken off, the Eldar became pure and dignified again. Kane's bloody rage becomes a tool that can be wielded or used at will, and the Eldar warrior will not lose himself due to negative effects.

This was the case with this howling banshee. No matter what her real name was, at least Lin Fan knew her name when she put on a war mask and went into the slaughter.

Shakura.

"So what's your name?" Lin Fan greeted the banshee in a friendly manner. He also learned some etiquette and culture of the Eldar during his voyage through the webway.

"I..." The banshee's face turned red and she began to hesitate. She quickly apologized to Lin Fan and then turned around and ran away.

"What is there to be ashamed of?" Lin Fan touched his head in confusion and turned back to ask Efreni, "Is she like this or are you all this virtuous even after taking off the mask?"

"Ahem...she just hasn't completed her journey as a lover and is a little afraid of life."

"The Lover's Path? Have you completed it?"

"Of course I'm done."

"Then why did your whole body tense up when you saw Madam Malus in Commorragh? Shouldn't you be used to it?"

"Ahem... Of course Daotu and Mrs. Malus are not the same thing..." Ifreni awkwardly changed the subject, and then mentioned that her lover Daotu was not as explicit as Lin Fan imagined.

Aren't you good at socializing but good at killing people? This is really interesting. Is this a cute contrast?

Lin Fan thought this, and then heard the heavy steps of Perturabo's armor.

Ifreni gave Lin Fan a reminding look, and Lin Fan immediately understood that Perturabo was going to do bad things again.

He jumped out suddenly, stood up with a clean and beautiful roll, and pointed his front at Perturabo, and the sledgehammer in his hand was also activated.

Ifreni sighed helplessly, called for the Eldar warriors to disperse, and erected a shield to wrap around the battlefield.

The hail of bullets fired by Perturabo hit Lin Fan. Lin Fan blocked the shells one by one with a sledgehammer. While cursing Perturabo for being a jerk, he picked up the hammer and charged at him.

After half an hour...

Lin Fan and Perturabo sat at a table. Perturabo's armor was torn to pieces by Lin Fan, and Lin Fan's body was also covered with layers of soot that was difficult to wash away.

Seeing Lin Fan's embarrassed look, Perturabo couldn't hold it back. He covered his mouth and trembled, letting out a suppressed laugh.

The parts of the armor clinked on the ground, and Perturabo laughed harder and harder, and finally put his arms on the table and laughed.

"What's so funny about this?" Lin Fan glanced at Perturabo angrily, and then used an armor polishing machine to remove the soot from his body.

Perturabo seemed to have had enough laughter and lay down on his huge swivel chair. He turned around and pointed the back of the chair towards Lin Fan. He began to make some new things out of the scrap iron.

These metals were not brought by the Death Army, but collected by Perturabo during his voyage through the webway. There will always be some ancient ruins and wreckage in the Webway, and Perturabo can only satisfy his creative desires through these things.

Perturabo even hummed the tune happily, and Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, dropped the grinder and turned around to leave.

Listening to Lin Fan's retreating footsteps, Perturabo sighed deeply. It's really... novel to think that he used to massacre the Eldar army with Fulgrim, but now he has become an ally of the Eldar.

Yes, novelty.

Perturabo could find no other word to describe his new life.

He held a piece of part between his fingers, which was dismantled from the ruins and shone with a metallic luster.

In the past, he would know the properties of the object the moment he touched it, and generate a huge blueprint in his mind, filled with what kind of equipment the object could be made into.

But now...

He doesn't know anything.

The joy of exploration filled his heart. He relied on memory to build a complex detector and recorded the data of all objects placed in the detector one by one.

He has a photographic memory, but he is more willing to write in books to remember the infinite joy of his exploration.

The Lord of Steel hammered away, the old armor was dismantled, and the new armor was released. Placing the weapons and equipment on the new-looking armor, Perturabo began testing.

An unexpected explosion occurred inside the armor. Perturabo looked at his hands and lamented the unfamiliarity of his skills. Then he started looking for problems in making the armor with great interest.

"Traveling is good for physical and mental health." Perturabo said this, adjusting the new armor to make it perfect, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"What data will there be this time?"

I'm thinking that black orcs like to fight.