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

What b movement?

The God-Emperor frowned and looked around the Golden Throne. Ferus was leading the Cursed Legion to block back the tainted blood that was unconsciously flowing out of Slaanesh. It felt like fighting a flood.

And the palace of indulgence that was both Slaanesh's paradise and a part of her body trembled violently, and the entire wall made of flesh and skin was pierced by dead souls and bones.

Inyed?

The God Emperor was surprised by the figure that appeared in the gap in the wall. Why did this weak God of Death suddenly become so angry?

Is there something going on again with the Spirit Tribe? What a hassle...

The God-Emperor was irritated by Aeneid's activity. Although he also wanted to see the spectacular scene of Slaanesh being killed, he had to admit that Slaanesh had helped him a lot in recent decades, but he couldn't do it here. Time for Slaanesh to have a problem.

After making the decision, the God-Emperor managed to spare some of his energy and stretched out a hand towards Aenead. The God of Death sensed the God-Emperor's movements and turned around with a grin on his face to strike at the God-Emperor.

The blade composed of death tore through the chaotic and entangled subspace, just like a deep rift was carved out of the earth. When the hole appeared, the subspace energy on both sides surged into the ravine like a waterfall.

interesting...

Facing Aenead's attack, the corners of the God-Emperor's mouth slightly raised, which was undoubtedly a mockery in Aenead's eyes.

The blade cut into the center of the God-Emperor's palm, but did not break it in two as Aenead thought.

"why is that?"

The God-Emperor did not answer Aenead's question. In a sense, he can also be called the human god of death. The two gods have similar natures.

Seeing that the attack failed, Aenead accelerated his escape, but he had just awakened, and the power of many dead souls was still scattered throughout the subspace and had not been absorbed. Even if the God Emperor only used a small part of his power at this time, it would be enough to defeat Aenead. De suppressed under the throne.

"No! No!" Seeing the God Emperor's big hand getting closer and closer to him, Aenead was unwilling to accept it and his face was ferocious. As long as Slaanesh survived, his divinity would be a cruel torture.

It was as cruel as tying Khorne to a chair and letting him watch baby cartoons without blood or fights.

As long as I can get there...

Just when the God-Emperor was about to capture Aenead, two laughter rose in his ears.

One seemed noisy and noisy, making the Emperor feel like he was in a lively circus.

One looked mocking and disdainful, making the God Emperor's long-simmering anger about to burst out.

The Palace of Terra was invaded again. The Harlequin Troupe appeared out of thin air through the network channel. They laughed and danced and ran towards the throne room. The Imperial Guards responsible for protecting them stood in front of them, staring at these troupe members in colorful costumes with hatred.

"Last time you came uninvited! What do you want to do this time!" Trajan, the commander of the imperial army, yelled, and he disembowelled a laughing clown with a powered halberd, "Get out of Terra ! Otherwise, there will be corpses left behind!"

The clowns were not afraid of the Forbidden Army's scolding, and still used their dancing-like martial arts to attack the Forbidden Army.

It can be seen that these clowns are quite elite. Even the Forbidden Army, which is second only to the original body in strength, can hardly stop them all because of their flexibility.

"The ultimate joke! The ultimate fun!" a single actor who plays Slaanesh in the troupe shouted in the palace in an artificial tone, the sound hurt the God-Emperor's ears.

Is Siregor, the Laughing God, going to watch Slaanesh die? Is this damn clown completely oblivious to the consequences of Slaanesh's demise?

When the God-Emperor was angry, even more annoying sounds were sprayed into the God-Emperor's ears through the operation of the Golden Throne.

"Hehe...failure."

Several parts deep inside the throne were twisted and collapsed, and the many fragments stirred up the performance of the Golden Throne, which became increasingly unstable. The loud crashing sound even stirred up the golden clouds on the dome of the throne room.

The God-Emperor had no choice but to focus more on stabilizing the throne. He must not let the endless hatred and pain contained in it be released onto Terra.

"You bastards!" the God-Emperor roared angrily, condensing his palm into a golden spear and throwing it at Aenead's back.

Even if he couldn't be captured, crucifying him in subspace would still solve the problem.

The spear passed very far, like a burning meteor. When it struck Aenead, the God-Emperor noticed something was wrong.

What was in front of him was a chaotic subspace, but a big cloth painted to look like a subspace!

"I lied to you~ I'm sorry, my jokes are indispensable for this new actor~" Xi Lego poked his head out from the back of the big cloth, with an exaggerated smile that made the God Emperor's anger level get higher and higher.

Xi Legao pretended to comfort the God Emperor, and then quickly ran away wearing a big cloth. At this time, the only thing that could follow behind him was the God Emperor's threatening voice.

"If something goes wrong with Slaanesh! You will all be eaten by him!"

Silegao smiled, he did not take this threat to heart.

Slaanesh was half asleep and half awake floating in the wreckage of Agrippina's forge world. She vaguely sensed something, but was too lazy to listen too closely. She was immersed in her own random thoughts and couldn't extricate herself.

Ah...so this is what it feels like to be full.

Touching his round belly, Slaanesh couldn't help but sigh. She had also eaten the Eldar gods in the Pantheon before, but those gods who had been abandoned by the Eldar for a long time did not have much divinity in their bodies. Only some old-fashioned people would choose to believe in the gods of the Pantheon during that period of indulgence when hundreds of flowers bloomed. .

Eating these gods feels like taking a few bites of grapes, fresh but not full. But this bite of Khorne really fed Slaanesh to death.

Slaanesh felt his stomach burning, as if it was filled with chili pepper water. Slaanesh spat out a few mouthfuls, rolled over, then bit his fingers and wondered what the other gods would taste like.

My dear has always had a good appetite, and Slaanesh thought he should learn a thing or two.

"Ah... I really want to eat the God-Emperor... I really want to eat Nurgle... I really want to eat Tzeentch... I really want to cook Khorne carefully..."

Thinking about it, the Slaanesh became greedy again, and as he sucked it, he kept wondering: What will it taste like?

Slaanesh pressed hard and bit off his finger to taste it. Because she was so full, she didn't swallow it. She just chewed it until she was bored and spit it out.

"Hmm... so delicious..." Slaanesh chuckled a few times, thinking about cooking some dishes for my dear to try when he regained his energy.

Slaanesh squeezed her chest, which contained the source of her most primitive desires.

"How about making some soup with it?"