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

The flower given by Slaanesh looked very strange, at least the God-Emperor could not appreciate this strange thing with petals made of flesh.

These leaf veins look similar to blood vessels... And in this flower center, are the black dots inside all eyes?

The God-Emperor held the flower with his hand and frowned tightly. The flower also began to burn under the heat of the God-Emperor's flames. The God-Emperor originally thought of burning it, but he heard the Emperor's voice to dissuade him. .

After thinking for a while, the God-Emperor made a golden vase and stuffed the flower into it. After being placed in an inconspicuous corner, the God-Emperor felt something was wrong again. He closed his eyes and handed over control to the Emperor.

The next time he opened his eyes, there was a trace of humanity in them. The emperor threw out a candle. The faint light emitted by this candle was completely incomparable to the golden throne, but this faint light was precisely to guide the arrival of another person.

Under the scarlet sky, there were only countless corpses. These corpses did not rot and remained fresh, and the blood flowing out of them did not coagulate and dry up.

Corpses with different injuries were piled up layer by layer, and various fragments mixed with blood formed one after another quagmire and blood swamp that was difficult to traverse.

A naked woman was walking through it. She moved the corpses and dug up the ground made of broken limbs and arms with her hands.

These corpses looked exactly like women. The woman was not frightened because these corpses looked exactly like her. She was already familiar with all this.

"This death is really tragic..." A sighing voice came, and the woman pinched the shoulders of a corpse with both hands and pulled it up hard.

But she could only grab her shoulders, and the rest of her body fell to the ground in chunks, mixed with intestines and other internal organs and piled up at her feet.

After rummaging through her intestines, she finally found a hard object. When I pinched it out, I saw that it was a piece of metal with nothing on it. Even though the hand holding the metal fragment was stained red by red blood, it was not contaminated at all.

There is a bag behind the woman's back, which also appears to be made of peeled skin, and the rope that binds the bag is also made of slender and flexible small intestine.

When she opened the bag, there was a strong smell of blood, but the woman just frowned slightly and began to piece together the armor bit by bit in this hell-like scene.

The golden armor was spliced ​​directly on the naked body, and a pair of white wings sprouted from the back.

The wings trembled slightly, and a few crystal white illusory feathers fell off, falling to the ground like snow, emitting a faint light.

In this scarlet and dim space, there is nothing but this white light. The woman continued to walk among the mountains formed by her corpse. There was a sphere deep in the mountains. All the corpses avoided the sphere, and the woman could not see what was inside through the sphere.

By placing her hands on the surface of the sphere, the woman's body is invited inside. The space inside and the dead place outside show completely different pictures, flowing water and flowers, sunshine and breeze. No place can express a better sense of hope than here.

"Sister Celestine!" A little girl wearing a pure white dress threw herself into the woman's arms, her innocent face filled with joy and longing.

Celestine knelt down and hugged the little girl who came over. She rubbed the little girl's hair and folded her wings to wrap around the little girl's body.

"The candle is on! The candle is on!" The little girl held Celestine in her arms and pointed to a candle with a faint flame.

"Does that mean you're leaving again?"

"Yes, my dear. I have been called and I must answer...as always."

"Then please accept this!" The little girl opened a box and took out a crown made of feathers. The feathers were joined together to make an olive branch crown. "It took me a long time to make it." It’s coming out.”

"What a beautiful gift." Celestine smiled and put the crown on her head, praising the gift the little girl gave her from the bottom of her heart.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too, darling."

Celestine bade the girl farewell and walked over to the candle. She knelt on one knee and touched the flames with her fingers looking pious and awe-struck.

The flames engulfed her whole body, but left no burns. Celestine's whole body merged with the flames, and finally she was inhaled into the candle flame and disappeared.

The little girl watched Celestine disappear, and then slowly stepped forward to collect the white feathers that fell off Celestine's wings.

The sound of the rising flames disappeared, and the scene in front of me was no longer a burning flame. The golden throne appeared in front of Celestine. Celestine knelt down to the throne, waiting for the God Emperor to give her a new mission.

But this time it was the Emperor who communicated with her. The Emperor looked at Celestine, gently lifted her up, and then asked about her situation.

"Have you seen your hope?"

"She has always been by my side." Celestine pointed to the top of her head, and the white feather crest was also seen by the emperor.

Celestine's Avatar of Hope always makes something for her, maybe a quill or some other trinket.

However, no matter what they do, these feather ornaments cannot escape from the subspace. The moment they enter the real universe, these ornaments will melt, implying that hope is nothing but a false illusion.

The Emperor looked at Celestine, thought for a moment, and then handed the vase to Celestine.

"My Emperor, what is this?"

"Just take it."

Celestine silently accepted the Emperor's gift without asking any unnecessary questions.

The Emperor raised his hand and opened a rift in the subspace, telling Celestine about the mission.

"You will go to the Ghoul Star Region to help someone. But there is no rush. You can act at your own discretion and do whatever you want. You can eat, drink, or get a massage."

Is it so broad? This was simply not something an emperor could say. Celestine looked at the Emperor in surprise. She had never heard the Emperor speak so many words to her before.

The Emperor would just sit on the throne in silence, looking at Celestine as indifferently as he looked at a kitchen knife. Giving a mission is nothing more than throwing down a piece of parchment and tearing a rift in the subspace.

"As for your mission... when the flower blooms and turns into crystal, you will know what you should do." The emperor raised his hand to create a head image, and then said, "Remember this face, it's okay Help him more."

Celestine looked at the portrait, memorizing the face in his heart, then leaned deeply towards the emperor, and walked straight towards the rift.