A Full-level Commander Who Joins the Chat Group

In addition to the four of them, there are actually other existences in the subspace, and the number is quite large, and there are many powerful ones-of course, this kind of strength is compared with the general existence, and the four of them In comparison, no matter how strong other existences are, they are just a fraction.

Because there is no concept of time, no one knows how long the battle lasted. The entire subspace was shaken, and the surrounding spectators did not know how many accidental injuries were caused. The deity of Tzeentch was beaten to death. I don't know how many times.

But in the end the battle was over, and Jiang Cheng, who was almost out of anger, didn't bother to engage in this meaningless battle anymore. He pulled the beaten and limp Slaanesh to sit on it as a stool, and Khorne opposite him also had Do the same, Tzeentch pulled it and used it as a stool to sit on.

Nurgle froze for a moment, looked around, and originally wanted to find a stool, but he looked at his bloated body, and at the small bodies and fearful eyes of the little guys around him, he couldn't bear it in the end. Instead of following the example of those two villains, he sat directly on the ground and looked at the two of them.

Alright, now that the fight is over, the daily subspace tea party will begin.

"Dear Jiangcheng, I wrote a love poem for you..." Slaanesh, who was used as a stool, was the first to speak. Even though he was sitting under his buttocks, he still looked at him affectionately: "Please allow me you..."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it."

"I must read it for you, and at this time I will tell you..."

"If you don't shut up, I'll tie you to a stool, blow all the things you like to suck in front of you, and then ban a wave of entertainment, and..."

"I was wrong, I shut up." Slaanesh succumbed, but for some reason, he still felt a little dark in his heart.

"I really didn't do anything this time..." the birdman under Khorne said aggrievedly: "I've been studying things these days, and I haven't been to the material world..."

"What are you studying?" Khorne looked down at his stool. "A new weapon?"

"No, it's subspace mahjong. I don't go out very much recently. I'm so bored that I want to have some entertainment..."

"It's boring." Khorne looked away in disappointment: "It's better to hit someone."

Nurgle glanced at Tzeentch: "I guess he is not studying mahjong in the subspace, but how mahjong in the subspace can be cheated."

"Agreed." Slaanesh nodded, and asked curiously after a pause: "By the way, if you have mahjong, can you play undressed mahjong..."

"No, don't discuss this yet." Tzeentch said again, looking at Jiang Cheng aggrievedly: "I'm very innocent this time, I didn't do anything... Even if I did it, at least there must be some evidence... .”

"Evidence?" Jiang Cheng shook his head: "No need."

"why?"

"Because I'm not as smart as you."

"what?"

"So there is a high probability that I won't be able to catch your handle, and I don't know what kind of plan you have made. It would be too wasteful for those people in the technical department to tangle with you all day, so I came up with an idea."

"What idea?"

"As long as something happens, I'll beat you, whether you did it or not."

"You're being unreasonable..."

"You didn't talk to us about the reason when you started the black hand. You also understand the principle of using your own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses. If you have a good brain, then I will smash your brain with my fist to see if it is your brain. It's better to use my fist."

"But you used that big stick..."

"So what do you like? Piercing? Cutting? Or..."

"Leather whip!" Slaanesh's face flushed suddenly, and he overcame the conversation in high spirits: "The leather whip, the candle, the iron maiden, the three-horn horse... all come at me, I admit it, I did all the bad things Yes, please whip me as much as you like..."

"Shut up." Jiang Cheng gave him a sideways look: "Otherwise, follow what I said before."

"Oh." Slaanesh closed her mouth embarrassingly, and continued to be her chair obediently.

Nurgle scratched his head: "But Jiang Cheng is right, no matter what happens, it's right to give Tzeent a slap..."

Tzeentch looked at Nurgle in disbelief: "Nurgle, you also..."

"It has nothing to do with whether I like you or not, but you say, how many of those messy things have something to do with you... No, there are a few things that have nothing to do with you."

"It should be quite a lot..." Tzeentch looked a little guilty.

Jiang Cheng looked at him with calm eyes: "Tell me."

Tzeentch thought for a while, then shook his head: "I can't think of it..."

"Can't remember anything?"

"I'm definitely not impressed with things I haven't participated in."

"I remember I asked you a few things when I came here, and you said that you didn't participate, but you knew more about the situation inside..."

"Is there?" Tzeentch immediately began to pretend to be stupid: "I didn't say that, did I?"

Jiang Cheng didn't reply, but silently took out his big stick, stood up and walked towards Tzeentch.

Khorne also understood, and held down Tzeentch who was trying to escape under him.

So the wail resounded through the subspace again.

...

"I know you said that on purpose, you want to joke with me, make me feel better, don't get too entangled in those things, take it easy... But unfortunately, this time I am in a bad mood, so your trick is useless .”

Jiang Cheng wiped away the fragments of Tzeentch on the stick, and looked at Nurgle: "By the way, Fatty, where's Xiao He?"

"You mean Horus?" Nurgle teased the little Nurgling in his arms, smiled, then looked at Jiang Cheng, thinking for a while: "It seems that I heard you came and hid again..."

"His mental condition..."

"It's still the same. Although you have turned around after being beaten a few times, you still have convulsions from time to time... huh?"