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

Slaanesh smiled even harder, squinting her eyes and licking her lips, sighing at Dorn's ignorance and naivety about the content.

"Okay, don't waste time on this problem!" Fulgrim said hurriedly. His face was very ugly. He must have recalled many bad memories in Slaanesh's words.

Most of the 4700 million people who self-mutilate choose tattoos and engravings, and only 580 million of them continue to degenerate, imitating the behavior of skinners.

2100万人建立联系，最轻的一级是1v1solo赛，后续还发展出来了1v6不对称对抗赛还有32v32的大战场。整个星球上到80岁下到8岁都报名参加了各式比赛，比赛过程中刷新了多项世界纪录。

This process is actually quite safe. After all, the wind of indulgence can lubricate the body and soften the skin, allowing them to have a better mental state to endure pleasure.

The danger may also be the spread of venereal diseases, which is one of the few places where Slaanesh and Nurgle have power disputes.

Slaanesh hated the impact of venereal disease on pleasure, but felt that such a dangerous method of contact could bring a different kind of excitement.

The Primarchs stated that they did not want to hear the details of this, but Fulgrim was obviously thinking about something, and his face became increasingly pale.

Jaghatai, who was closer to him, heard Fulgrim's sobs, and he put his hand on Fulgrim's back to comfort him gently.

Slaanesh then reported.

Only 2100 million people out of 304 million have entered the worst stage.

While communicating, they were skinned, bled, and beheaded, and some even asked to be hung on a bonfire and eaten.

"It's not necessary to say it in such detail..." The original body's face was quite ugly, and even the well-informed Odemeyer frowned.

"Hey, you are still too young. The Eldar were much more energetic back then..." Slaanesh was obviously interested. He raised his head and traced his fingers up and down his smooth neck as he talked about the past.

The ridiculous things in the Spirit Empire were far more evil than what Slaanesh had just said. The primarchs became more and more disgusted as they listened, and the eyes they looked at Ifreni and Seer Bietan became more and more strange.

Ifreni and Prophet Bietan lowered their heads, their faces turned red and white, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

"We...we don't agree with this philosophy of life, so we escaped before the empire was destroyed..." Ifreni raised her face and said weakly for the Ark Eldar, and Slaanesh also agreed. 's nodded.

"Indeed, you haven't had enough fun, otherwise you wouldn't be able to escape~ But don't forget, it is you who destroy the Spiritual Empire. You are too weak to repair society, so you can only run away in a hurry... You are essentially the same as those who indulge in sexual indulgences, a group of evaders."

Efreni's face became even paler, she was stunned and didn't know what to say, and then there were a few more people lying on their stomachs sobbing on the table.

"Don't bully them, let's get down to business." Lin Fan flicked Slaanesh's forehead, and Slaanesh whispered in agreement, blinking slyly, and then she talked about the most corrupt and complete one. Batch people.

The body beats uncontrollably, and the internal organs turn inside out. There is also one who mutates into a Slaanesh-type Chaos Spawn, and together they just form the holy number with the core of Slaanesh 6.

After Slaanesh finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at everyone's reactions. After a long silence, Odemeyer spoke, with a heavy tone and joy of success.

"According to past records... everyone on this planet will become visceral people, chaos eggs, and demonic parasites. There is no possibility of redemption. Now that we have vaccines, we can keep human beings under the strongest pollution Remaining human and sane as much as possible is a victory, a great victory. Those minor and moderate corruptions of Chaos will be blocked by the vaccine. The wire that strangles the neck of mankind can finally be slightly loosened."

Odemeyer stood up and greeted everyone with her coffee pot.

"Let us restore our former glory and cleanse the warp of its chaos."

Everyone was aroused by Odemeyer's words, and they all stood up and raised their fists high to make an oath.

"Then what should we shout? For the Emperor? For humanity? It doesn't seem to fit the situation." Perturabo asked, and he was ready to record this precious moment on video, not wanting any flaws.

Everyone was thinking about what words to use as a sentence for the oath. Lin Fan looked at the people who were thinking hard and had mixed feelings. He remembered the introduction of every official publication he had read.

Lin Fan recited it slowly and solemnly, and everyone turned their eyes to him.

“This is the st millennium in human history.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor slumbered on Earth's Golden Throne.

He is the divinely appointed Lord of Mankind, and his endless armies conquer millions of worlds.

He is also a body in decay, twisting silently and invisibly in pain under the power of dark age technology.

He is the Carrion Lord of the Empire, and a thousand souls are sacrificed to him every day so that he can never truly die.

Even in suspended animation, the Emperor maintains his eternal vigilance.

Mighty fleets span the daemon-infested, miasmatic Warp.

Sail the only passage between distant stars, illuminated by the Star Torch generated by the Emperor's powerful psychic energy.

Vast armies fought on countless worlds in the Emperor's name.

The greatest of the Emperor's soldiers are the Space Marines, bioengineered super-sergeants.

Their comrades are many: the Astra Militarum and countless Planetary Defense Forces. The ever-vigilant Tech-Priests of the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus.

And so on, countless.

But even their combined strength would not be enough to stop the imminent threats.

Aliens, heretics, mutants, and even more terrifying existences.

Ordinary humans during this period were unknown.

Living under the most cruel and bloody regime imaginable.

The story of Warhammer is the legend of that era.

People forget the power of science and technology because they have been forgotten for too long and can no longer be learned and mastered.

People forget about progress and tolerance, because in the cold and dark future there is only war.

There is no peace among the stars, only eternal slaughter and the ridicule of the hungry gods. "

Lin Fan closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and firmly and calmly held everyone's hands together in the eyes of everyone.

Lin Fan put his hands under everyone's hands for support, and he spoke seriously.

"For peace."