Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

The blade of nothingness sliced ​​through the golden sand, and the tip of the sword flew away a bunch of tumbling gold. The colorful silk studded with gems reluctantly broke on the blade. A handful of blazing fire was thrown into the golden sand in the direction in which the sword's edge was raised, burning countless exquisite and shining crafts into molten iron.

Morse pulled out a piece of iridescent brocade yarn from the pile of gold and silver, and the curse followed the brocade, turning it into the most plain black linen.

He covered his body with linen cloth to protect himself. When he completed this move, the scorching sun and golden sand within several inches around him turned into dim black ash and dispersed, leaving only a piece of scorched earth without any sense of beauty.

The scorched earth spread as he walked forward. Although countless jewels and gold coins on the golden sand dunes collapsed and replenished from all directions as he walked behind him, no gold coin or gem could get close to the nothingness itself wrapped in black cloth.

His actions aroused the dissatisfaction of many creatures. The unknown creatures crawling on the ground with their servants screamed at him in annoyance. When they saw this dead thing created by pure curses, they fell into the gold in horror. In the vortex of silver jewelry, he buried his head among the hot gold coins and gems, showing a ridiculous ugliness.

"Don't you like this?" A crying voice whispered to him softly with tears in his eyes, "Don't you like this scene?"

In front of his eyes, countless over-towered golden mountains collapsed. Under each golden mountain, a glazed statue was revealed, engraved with various forms of Morse. Each glazed statue was accompanied by a gilded statue depicting the Lord of Colors. Her own beautiful appearance.

Countless slaves kneeling beside the glass statue all turned their heads, and thousands of voices harmoniously and eerily completed every syllable fragment in the sentence: "I made it new for you, my nothingness. . For thousands of days and thousands of nights, I have been waiting for the moment when you have desire. Why did you let me see you now?"

"Then stop this mystery." Morse said rudely, and the curses accompanying his words were like dark arrows, shattering all the glazed statues in an instant.

He fished out a handful of gold coins from the sand and remelted them into a small gold bullet, "I want this.

The happy person's tears were stuck. Maybe she never thought that Morse would snatch her gold and jade jewelry so openly.

The golden sand rolled downwards, and a dark hole sank in the quicksand. Morse jumped into it and fell straight into an endless lake of crimson wine.

Thanks to the fact that he had no body at all, Morse opened his eyes and floated up in the lake. The sword blade penetrated a soft platform made of flesh and blood, and he used the force to flip to the shore.

Blood and bones have built extremely gorgeous pavilions and mansions here. The dotted archipelago pavilions are connected with winding and deep corridors. Banquets are arranged in the center of the pavilions on the 6,666 islands. Countless fresh ingredients are cooked on the spot. Take out and make it and serve it on the banquet table.

Countless gluttons who were extremely obese were competing to fill their stomachs with the table full of delicacies. Their burst internal organs flowed out from the torn skin, and their blood flowed into the wine lake under the pavilion. Others who were hungry and thirsty buried their entire heads in the lake and devoured the water itself until they drowned and fell to the bottom of the lake and turned into withered bones.

A fair-skinned girl who was as beautiful as a mountain elf walked out from a white wall. She held a golden plate and hugged Morse's empty black cloth. Her white teeth bit a piece of delicious pastry that was moving and deforming, and raised her head. He passed his neck to Morse's mouth, giggling.

The sword in Morse's hand swung sideways, cutting the girl in half. Her upper body fell on the smooth tanned floor, her cheerful face still smiling slightly: "Why don't you eat anything, my guest? Aren't you hungry? Aren't you thirsty?"

Morse picked up a slender white bone from the table. It was unknown what creature this thing came from.

He stuffed it into his black robe dignifiedly, "Next level."

The face of the happy person became ferocious, and the skin split into three equal parts.

"You took my stuff again!" she screamed sharply. The pavilion collapsed, the island sank, and the lake rolled up huge waves, lifting Morse up and pushing him to the other side of the lake.

The melodious tones were chanted from the mouths of the celebrants, and the soft gauze was scattered all over the ground. In the drifting mist, there were countless people enjoying the joy with long and sweet shouts, and their figures were as hazy and uncertain as phantoms. Beautiful creatures enjoy all kinds of fun and are intoxicated with each other.

A soft palm touched Morse's black robe, which sank into the inside of the robe due to the lack of anything in it.

The inviter made a coquettish sound and grabbed Morse and wouldn't let go. "What are you going to take away from me this time, my nothingness? You can take nothing but myself."

"How can you scream again?" Morse said calmly, turned around and grabbed the extremely beautiful girl, ignoring her plump body, raised his sword and chopped off her head, and cut off a bunch of extremely perfect hair from her head. Sleek long hair.

He tied this strand of hair to the white bones he had taken earlier and put it into an unknown pocket on his black robe.

The happy one screamed in shock, and her sound waves cut away horizontally like silk threads, instantly cutting off the bodies of countless creatures here: "You have made me defective! How can you not know your good intentions!"

The headless limbs rushed forward, desperately scratching at Morse's black robe, as if trying to claw out some compensation from the void. Her palm slid over the curse words and she clenched it suddenly, then released her palm, but there was still nothing in her palm.

Morse smiled and strode forward.

After crossing the foothills, suddenly endless servants knelt down at the top of the mountain where he was. Endless armies, kings, nobles, courtiers, workers, and farmers knelt down in the valley. The deafening welcome and praise resounded throughout the sky. edge.

When he stepped onto the podium on the top of the mountain, countless slaves rushed to his feet, raised their hands high, and presented endless bouquets, banners, tapestries, swords and shields, medals, robes, official documents and crowns.

One of them was holding a sharp golden dagger in his hands. When Morse approached him, the man flew up from the ground, pointing the dagger directly at his body, with extremely vicious hatred and painful anger in his eyes. meaning.

Morse crossed the sword and knocked it down from the top of the mountain, like kicking a small stone away.

He caught the golden dagger that had escaped his hands and put it conveniently on his waist.

"So anxious?" He raised his eyebrows, and an annoyed scream came from the valley.

After crossing the top of the mountain, what is oncoming is an endless forest. The forest that should have fragrant flowers and birds and the beautiful mirror lake now directly shows its terror.

The trees pulled out their roots from the ground and chased them. Countless sharp and terrifying thorns brandished their poisonous thorns. Morse swung his sword to light the fire and quickly opened a path forward.

All the items he needed were taken away, so there was no need to secretly pull out two vines and take them away in the process.

"Why bother?" Morse said softly, leaving the traps chasing him behind. “Classic and old school.”

After rushing out of the forest, he came to a vast beach again. This time, the sand was no longer filled with dazzling jewels, but only the softest fine sand.

The gentle breeze brings cool water vapor to soften the visitor's body, and the ubiquitous soothing songs gently caress the cold and hard heart, making people drowsily want to lower their tired eyelids, slow down their rapid breathing, and move towards sweetness. Falling into a deep sleep forever.

Before Morse could sit down and rest, the whole scene changed for the last time.

We have gone through the slow pace of watching paintings and crafts from the endless beautiful palace gates, and the opportunity to listen to strange music that never existed in the world in the hall, and we have also missed the opportunity to interact with countless fakes. It was an opportunity for him to communicate with a dancer or anything else. What appeared in front of him was a soft couch covered with layers of gauze that extended infinitely to all sides.

Various situations of sentient beings are depicted with fine strokes on the gauze curtain. All sentient souls, countless and boundless, whether they have color or colorlessness, whether they have thoughts or not, whether they have thoughts or not, all fall from this pavilion of bliss. Death and annihilation, entering Nirvana from this fallen heaven. In this way, no sentient beings can attain annihilation, and no sentient beings can achieve nirvana.

Behind the tent, there are thousands of sounds and thousands of shapes, but no one has any sign, no sign of any living being. Neither female nor male, neither long-lived nor young. Where there is endless beauty, there is endless evil. There is no exit, no entrance, no way to leave around this couch, only the depths of the gauze curtain can sink deeply.

"Come to me, my nothingness." All the hundreds of figures on the tent conveyed the temptation from the depths of the tent. There were infinite desires and desires, as well as equal amounts of arrogance, jealousy and hatred. "You have already When you come to my house, you will come into my belly.”

Its smile is as clear as a bell, and its resentment is as vicious as dove wine: "You accomplice of the bandit! You have nowhere to go!"

Morse laughed with it, then his smile faded and he yelled, "Where's your man!"

The sword blade engraved with runes broke in his left hand, and the majestic cold golden light flowed out from it; the curse runes simultaneously exploded to the maximum extent, responding in perfect harmony, and took Morse away from the joy in the blink of an eye. In the Palace of Joy, only a piece of burned gauze is left, falling leisurely from the soft couch of the Lord of Joy.

Morse character card (under 40k10E rules):

M:12 T:8 SV:2+ W:10 LD:5+ OC:2

Special protection: 3+

Ranged weapons:

-Farewell:

RANGE:24 A:4 BS:2+ S:4 AP:-1 D:2

[Pistol][Anti-Demon 2+][Accurate][Ignore Cover]

Melee weapons:

-Dead Eagle:

RANGE: Melee A:6 WS:2+ S:6 AP:-2 D:2

[Combo 1][Accurate]

ability:

Core:[Deep Strike][Leader][Lone Agent]

Blood of Saints:

When a friendly unit is within 6" of this model, each time a model in the friendly unit fires, add one to the hit roll.

Immortal:

When this model leads a unit, the models in the unit enjoy a 4+ immunity against any attack.

The Tower of Babel fell:

During your shooting phase, you can select an enemy unit within 48 inches of this model and roll a D6; the result is 1, re-roll a D6; the result is 2-5, the enemy unit suffers 2D6 mortal wounds; the result At 6, the enemy unit takes 3D6 mortal wounds.

Key words:

behemoth, character, epic hero, flight, psyker, immortal, morse