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

why?

If Slaanesh died, their kind would no longer have to worry about the pain of having their souls devoured.

If Slaanesh died, their clan would be able to completely unleash their pent-up psychic talents, reviving the dormant ruins of the Ark.

If Slaanesh dies, their clan can freely pursue happiness instead of living silently in the oppression of the path...

Looking at the Sword of the Crone in her hand, Ifreni remembered Slaanesh's nonchalant expression again.

"Even if you can kill the Eldar side of me, the biological desire side of me will still remain... Besides, the Eldar gods and I are integrated into one. If you stab me to death, you will stab them to death..." .Woohoo! It’s so exciting! Poke me! Poke me quickly!”

Eliminating Slaanesh's extremely excited and red expression from her memory, Ifreni sighed and lowered the raised Sword of the Crone.

"So what did the creepy clown say?"

"A vague prophecy."

"Great, you can pretend this never happened." Perturabo curled his lips, losing all interest in the clown-like laughing god.

Seeing Dorn's stiff face, Perturabo approached with half joy and half emotion. He pointed at the gleaming golden saint Roca and Seles with his white wings.

"What is prevalent in the entire empire now is the theory that Lorgar once boasted... And compared with what he wrote in his book, my evaluation is that Lorgar is still a little naive. I have a national church church here. Are you interested in reading the Holy Book of Worship?"

Dorn's hands, which never trembled, took the book from Perturabo. Just touching the cover of the book made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"What is this made of?"

"A collector's edition made from the human skin of a devout believer after one hundred and eighty times of purity review and blessing. Look at the double-headed eagle on it, it is shining with a layer of gleaming white light. It was made by a highly respected person. Ground from the bishop's skull."

Resisting the urge to tear the book open, Donne's face trembled twice. He tried his best to control himself not to yell angrily at this time. He just gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few harsh words from his lips. .

"I'll find time to take a look."

Satisfied with Dorn's feedback, Perturabo felt relaxed. But after the excitement, waves of sadness gripped his heart to calm him down.

If it hadn't been for the Heresy...would the Empire have become what the Emperor claims it to be?

Sighing for that absurd war, Perturabo could only continue to think about how to build a more efficient Second Empire to make up for the huge mistakes they made in the past.

Trazin and Orikan got closer to the Deceiver's eyes, and they were discussing how to safely deal with the eyes that locked the Ark.

Orikan was gently weighing the scepter in his hand, and suddenly felt that the power of the ban was expanding, and unabashed malice was emerging as the fraudster's eyes closed.

Just as a grand drama has come to an end, a thick barrier is blocking the connection between the world in front of and behind the scenes. With the keenness of an astrologer, Orikan quickly scanned the surrounding scene, and finally he saw the shadow of Amalaga in Trazin's confused figure.

"Tarrazin...you?" Before Orikan finished speaking, the Deceiver's eyes that were about to close suddenly opened wide, all the coverings were removed, and a heavy-duty Kraken armor-piercing explosive was revealed. The bolter was pressed against Orikan's head, and Trazin didn't even react.

The bang of a gunshot attracted everyone's attention.

They watched as Olican's head was hit with a dent, just like a Leman Russ tank was hit hard by an armor-piercing bullet. Orican's sound generator was damaged, and only bursts of hissing sounds could be heard.

Trazin was frightened by the mutation and angry at Orikan's injury. He had already swung his weapon before he could think about it, and Amaraja didn't even look back. Several degenerate warriors appeared from the reflection on the ground and took Amaraga's place. Malaga took the attack from the Empathic Annihilation Staff and blasted Trazin with a plasma cannon, leaving only his head and unmelted lower limbs.

"Hehehe..." The fraudster's laughter echoed again.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled when they saw Victor, Amalaga, and Fabius standing in front of them, as well as the monster warriors crowding behind them.

"What a magical power. As long as you have two eyes, you can make a world exist in two sights. Is this the so-called 'when I close my eyes, the world goes out in my eyes'?" Victor is sick and cruel. Smiling, without giving the original bodies any chance to react, he released the nightmare warrior from the shadow body.

"This shit!" Perturabo yelled, everything happened too suddenly and made no sense. He was still immersed in the pleasure brought by Dorn's bitter face, and when he turned around, he saw the two fearful people. The dead are broken into parts.

"Elafren!" Jaghatai stepped forward with a knife. He shouted. Elafren, who had no presence in the entire team, rolled up her cloak that was as bright as the stars and flashed to Trazin. Next to his head, he quickly wrapped the head in a cloak and disappeared.

"Save...save Orikan..." Trazin was a little anxious, while Elafren frowned in distress, "He is too heavy, and my cloak cannot lift it."

"Take out his core! Use this silk maker to cut it off! He's a bit senile! He can't resist the blow!"

"Shh... don't worry, let's make the battlefield more chaotic. It's too dangerous now." Elafren narrowed his eyes, reduced his presence, and prepared the ranger sniper rifle in his hand for self-protection.

Jaghatai charged forward under the cover of a hail of bullets, and then he was held back by a familiar figure.

It was another familiar spinning attack with two long blades, and a layer of skin was peeled off Jaghatai's armor, and even his face was almost scratched. He kicked out quickly, but failed to get any feedback from the attack, so he turned around and slashed the scimitar to the top of his thigh.

The loud sound of the weapons clashing made Khan's blood surge. He stared at the Blade Master Drazaar in black armor in front of him and smiled.

"Arena boy...let me see what you've learned now!"

After saying that, Khan attacked Drazal with continuous slashes. The death knife field created by the two people made it difficult for anyone to even get close.

"You aliens! All this conspiracy is your fault!" Without any regard for the feelings of the Eldar allies, Perturabo carefully ordered the Space Marines to launch an attack and unleash his fury on the enemies of the Empire.

The Holy Seal of the Mechanicum, this thing can be used for defense, it can also be used as a cracking equipment for hackers, and it can also calm the manic machine spirits. Anyway, it is really useful.