Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 49
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 cover his body. 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 sobbing voice softly whispered to him 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. .Thousands and thousands of days, thousands and thousands of nights, I have been waiting for the moment when you have desire. How can you let me see you now?"

"Then you stop this mystery." Morse said bluntly, and the curse accompanying his words was like a black arrow, smashing all the statues of Liuli in an instant.

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

The happy man's tears got stuck, maybe she never thought that Morse would snatch her gold, jade and jewels 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 there was no entity at all, Morse floated up in the lake with his eyes open, and the blade pierced into a soft platform made of flesh and blood, using his strength 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 660 islands. Countless fresh ingredients are extracted and made on the spot. Serve 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 top half fell on the smooth tanned floor, her cheerful face still smiled 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 majestically into the black robe, "Next level."

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

"You took my things again!" She screamed sharply.The pavilions collapsed, the island sank, and the lake rolled up monstrous waves, which pulled Morse up and pushed 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 caressed Morse's black robe, and it sank into the inside of the robe because there was nothing in it.

The inviter made a coquettish cry 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 call it 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 perfect flowers from the head. Smooth long hair.

He tied this strand of hair to the bone he had taken earlier, and put it in a pocket on the black robe that he didn't know where.

The joyful screamed loudly, and her sound waves cut horizontally like silk threads, instantly cutting through the bodies of countless creatures here: "You have made me flawed! How can you not know kindness!"

The headless limbs rushed forward, desperately scratching Morse's black robe, as if trying to grab some compensation from the nothingness.Her palm slid over the curse and clenched it suddenly, then let go of 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 slapped it off the mountain, like kicking a small stone away.

He caught the golden dagger that was released and put it in his waist.

"In such a hurry?" He raised his eyebrows, and there was an annoyed scream from the valley.

Over the top of the mountain, there is a boundless forest. The forest that should have fragrant flowers and birds and the beautiful mirror lake now directly shows its horror.

Trees pulled out their roots from the ground to chase, and countless sharp and terrifying thorns waved poisonous long thorns. Morse swung his sword and ignited the fire, quickly opening a path forward.

He had already taken all the items he needed, so there was no need to stealthily pull out two vines to 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 surface was no longer piercing 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. It makes 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 to rest, the whole scene took one last change.

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. The opportunity to communicate with a dancing girl or anything else, what appeared in front of his eyes was a soft couch that was covered with heavy veils and stretched infinitely around.

On the veil, the various situations of all living beings are depicted with fine brushstrokes. All sentient beings, countless and boundless, whether they have form or not, whether they have thoughts or no thoughts, whether they have thoughts or not no thoughts, all fall from this pavilion of bliss. Death and death, enter Nirvana from this fallen heaven.In this way, no sentient beings can attain extinction, and no sentient beings can attain Nirvana.

There are thousands of voices behind the tent, there are thousands of shapes, there is no human appearance, and there is no appearance of sentient beings.Neither female nor male, neither long-lived nor young, endless beauty is infinite evil.There are no exits, no entrances, and no exits around this couch. Only the depths of the gauze can sink deep.

"Come to me, my nothingness." The temptation from the depths of the veil came out from the thousands of figures on the tent, in which there were infinite desires and longings, as well as the same arrogance, jealousy and hatred, "You have When you come to my palace, you want to come into my womb."

Its smile is as clear as a bell, and its venom is like wine: "You accomplice of bandits! You have nowhere to go!"

Morse laughed with it, and then he stopped laughing and roared, "Where's you!"

The sword blade engraved with runes broke in his left hand, and majestic cold golden light flowed out from it; the curse runes simultaneously erupted 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 the 40k10E rule):

　　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+][Precision][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 the 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.

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

　　The Tower of Babel fell:
　　在你的射击阶段，你可以选择一个该模型48寸内的敌方单位并投掷一枚D6；结果为1，重投一枚D6；结果为2-5，敌方单位受到2D6致命伤；结果为6，敌方单位受到3D6致命伤。

　　Key words:
　　behemoth, character, epic hero, flying, psyker, immortal, morse

　　
　
(End of this chapter)