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

"The seeds have been planted, just waiting to take root and sprout!" Slaanesh's joyful voice reached Perturabo's ears. He smiled stiffly, helping Slaanesh just to disgust Guilliman.

"I can't wait for that day to come." Under Perturabo's silent appearance, he was rubbing his hands and snickering at his little thoughts. Although others could not know the softness under the steel, Slaanesh could feel it keenly. to his heart.

Guilliman played by Perturabo is really lifelike, and there's no telling how carefully this guy has observed his brothers in private. Maybe he could play another Primarch? Like Sanguinius or something?

Thinking of this, Slaanesh began to drool with desire and excitement again. She quickly wiped the corners of her mouth and told herself that she was a married woman and could not be as dissolute and disorderly as before.

Perturabo thought of the murmur of Ifreni's soul just now, and he asked Slaanesh for news about Corsaro.

"Oh~ Him!" Slaanesh became energetic when she mentioned Corsaro, but she rarely felt depressed. Slaanesh's shadow cast over Perturabo, provoking the latter to resist and tear him apart.

But Slaanesh didn't care about this, he just laughed and said, "Corsaro is really good. That mustache is really sexy. I even made a doll like him to keep at home."

"That's disgusting. That's not what I asked."

"I know you're not asking this, I just want to tease you."

"What?"

Perturabo looked at Slaanesh angrily, and then felt a burst of strange fragrance touching his lips and reaching into his nose. Perturabo covered his face with his big hands in disgust and jumped a few steps away from Slaanesh.

Seeing that Slaanesh was completely dishonest, Perturabo knew that he would not be able to get any useful information out of this dangerous evil god today. His huge body disappeared into the shadows of the trees, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Oh~ cute silly boy." Slaanesh watched Perturabo go away. This small shadow also dissipated, and the next moment it returned to the main shadow next to Lin Fan.

"Oh, my dear, I miss you so much." The main body of Slaanesh was delaying Lin Fan here. Lin Fan had no idea what she and Perturabo had done to Efreni just now.

Odemeyer woke up from her sleep. She was leaning on the table, holding a can of coffee in her hand, and looking at Lin Fan with disdain.

"You guys are really enthusiastic."

"Thank you for the compliment~" Slaanesh didn't pay attention to the deep meaning of Odemair's words, he held Lin Fan in his arms and took a bite.

The strangeness of this exchange of emotions made Odemeyer feel uncomfortable all over. She frowned and walked towards Delia, who was at a loss, and then led her away.

“You have things to learn other than learning these things.”

"Eh?"

While Delia was still dazed, she was dragged away by Odemair. Her modified heavy semi-mechanical body was as light as nothing to Odemair. She could only look at Slaanesh with envy and shyness. How to eat Lin Fan.

The hatch closed, and the sound of crunching was locked in the conference room. Lin Fan felt helplessly the itching sensation coming from his scalp, and asked why the color evil suddenly felt so good.

"Hmm." A vague voice came, and the majestic shadow of Slaanesh picked up Lin Fan like a lollipop, and then nibbled and licked it very hungrily.

"My dear, you don't know how good you taste. It's so delicious~"

"But your teeth are chipped."

"Don't worry about these details, let me taste it for a while."

"All right."

Lin Fan frowned helplessly, feeling the faint tickling sensation caused by the gnawing of the fine shadow teeth of the colored evil. Slaanesh has good teeth and a good appetite. Does this mean he got a teething stick this time?

I thought a little funny, and then an emperor's sigh came to my mind. Maybe it was because the old man really didn't see this weird interaction. If human love had this kind of expression, he would stand up from the throne and destroy it in the next moment. This human race left him speechless.

A few days later, Ifreni woke up. She smelled the fragrance carried by the wood and wondered if she was on the territory of the Wild Eldar.

No. Her vague memory told her that she came to see the Seer, met Guilliman, and listened to a lot of useless nonsense from him.

Ugh, my head hurts!

Everenne sat up, feeling a sting in her head. Then she looked around and saw only natural wood wrapping her. These woods contained abundant unimaginable life force. Even the soul of the world that the Wilderness Eldar had painstakingly managed did not have such energy fluctuations.

But in this kind of life force, she also noticed something was wrong. There was always a kind of Nurgle breath wrapped in the trees. It was not very obvious, but it was difficult for Efreni to ignore it.

Pushing open the door, I saw huge trees intertwined with each other. These trees blocked Efreni's view, making it a luxury to look into the distance. In the sky where branches and leaves are intertwined, a sun lamp is emitting warm light.

In the gaps between trees, there are servo skulls and various crudely designed flying objects without any decoration. The personnel who operate these craft are mostly Astra Militarum soldiers known as Kriegs.

Efreni watched all this blankly, and a red-armored figure appeared behind her. It was the Thousand Faces himself.

"How did he create a place like this?"

Thousand Faces did not answer Efreni's question, but just gave her a gesture symbolizing the Lord of Desire.

Efreni's pupils shrank, and she remembered that she fell into a spiritual coma because she had been exposed to the shadow of Slaanesh for too long. Lin Fan made a deal with evil gods, and there was more than one evil god.

Nurgle and Slaanesh have both appeared in this world. Is this a trap? A trap to destroy the Death Army?

The eye contact between the two conveyed a lot of information. In the end, Qianmian sighed and shook his head to express that such a scene had never occurred in the prophecy.

Without prophecy, the Eldar could barely navigate the dark universe. The sparse population determines that the Eldar cannot leave any of their compatriots behind. They are not as big and powerful as the human empire. They cannot afford to lose and can only rely on foresight to minimize losses.

"In the prophecy, we shouldn't be here. We are getting the third Crone's Sword at this time."

"The prophecy is wrong?"

"No." Qianmen rejected Efreni's idea.

In this comic series, the Mechanicus doesn't look very smart.