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

Slaanesh smiled happily, and then she felt a familiar thief sneak into her home again.

"Oh~ It's you again, lucky silly boy."

Pink and purple thorns appear at the will of Slaanesh, obeying their master's will to capture uninvited thieves.

The thief assumed a comical pose, full of inhuman agility and dexterity, and after dodging the first attack of the thorns, he leaped to the ledge of Slaanesh's palace.

The tail of the boots only touched the narrow window platform and supported his entire body.

The thorns that failed to hit in the first attack also fell into a state of withering, and the pink-purple smooth skin became dark and dry.

"Hello! Lord of Desire! I hope my arrival has not affected your appetite!"

Dramatic laughter suddenly appeared in the space. The thief standing on the windowsill bowed to Slaanesh comically and spoke in an exaggerated tone like an actor.

"If you want to stay, I'm also hospitable." Slaanesh narrowed her eyes and pulled herself up so that her body exceeded the window sill. She preferred to look down at people rather than looking up.

Slaanesh played with her hair and stretched out towards the thief, trying to catch the guy, but the thief was very wary of Slaanesh's actions, so he quickly dodged and jumped through the complex structure of Slaanesh's palace.

All kinds of cheers appeared in appreciation of the thief's difficult moves one after another. At the same time, several large numbers appeared, composed of colorful ribbons and grid-like graffiti, to score the thief's actions.

Slaanesh swelled up again. Her body merged with the palace. Thousands of hands stretched out from her body and closed the wide open windows and doorways. Slaanesh seemed to be wearing a cotton-padded jacket. .

But for her, this palace is more like a part of her flesh than clothes.

The thief who lost the space to dodge was caught by the walls and ceiling. These things stretched like flesh and blood, binding the thief tightly.

Slaanesh looked at the thief with interest, picking up his clothes with his hands, and twirling his long pen tip with his hair.

It's hard to tell whether the face with the long nose is a mask or his real face.

"Xi Gaoqi, if you want, you can tell me directly. You know I have changed a lot now~"

The Laughing God Xi Gaoqi responded to Slaanesh with the same cheerfulness, but in his heart he complained that this crazy woman would be equally dangerous and unpredictable even if she changed.

Feeling that his body touched by Slaanesh began to take root and sprout, Xi Gaoqi knew that he must not stay in the pollution for too long, he said to Slaanesh as if teasingly.

"Then since you have changed, why not release their souls."

"This~" Slaanesh scratched his famous face with his finger, looking very innocent. "If you can destroy Khorne's legions, I will be happy to release your souls. You want me to tell Khorne that he has returned?" Is there an additional opponent? I remember you watched Kane crush him. Khorne hates cowards who run away from battle."

"Ahem. I think we should talk about it later."

"You are so cowardly." Slaanesh pinched Xikochi's cheek, leaving a bruise that would not fade away.

Slaanesh's head split open and bloomed like a flower. Half of her eyes looked behind her, and the other half of her hand reached into her split head and groped under control.

A grunting sound that made even the gods feel sour and panicked came out. Slaanesh's body was trembling, and he didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain. However, looking at her absent-minded eyes, Xigaoqi felt that pleasure was more.

After a long time, there was a ball of entangled souls on Slaanesh's hands, mixed with a lot of pollution. The image of souls entangled with souls was unsightly. God knows what new and interesting mathematical knowledge they learned in Slaanesh's body.

"Take it~ you useless uncle~"

With a bad attitude, she placed her soul in the hands of Xikoqi. Slaanesh seemed to have remembered something. She leaned close to Xikoqi's ear, breathed out softly and spoke.

"This is called a female brat. I can barely be considered a brat in front of you, right?"

Higochi was covered in cold sweat. He was not sure what the meaning of Slaanesh's words was, and what she wanted to do. He could only treat her with tight silence.

Slaanesh observed Xiqiao's state, sniffing the scent on his body, and then smiled happily, "Your reaction is also great! Go ahead! Next time you come, remember to knock on the door and don't go through the window."

The ceiling and walls were loosened, and Xigaoqi touched the ground lightly, but he knew that the ground was also the body of Slaanesh, standing on tiptoes, like an arrow standing straight on the ground.

The upper body maintains balance by twisting and rotating, while the lower body remains motionless. The entire body is like a separate body without interfering with each other.

Xigaoqi didn't know how he exerted force. He raised his hands and flew out. Before leaving, he looked back at Aeneid, the God of Death, gave him a wishing look and disappeared.

"Your good friend has abandoned you, but it doesn't matter. I can still stay with you. Are you happy?"

"Happy. Happy."

"You don't sound happy about it?"

"Happy! I'm so happy! What a precious thing Xigaoqi is, he is the younger brother among younger brothers!"

"Haha! You are so funny!"

Slaanesh's joyous laughter came like a tsunami, joy emanating from her body and sent into reality through the waves of the warp.

For a time, all sentient creatures in the real universe felt an inexplicable sense of joy, which they could only release through laughter.

Even the most cold and ruthless judge showed a rare smile on his face and let out a soft laugh from his throat.

The heretic being interrogated in front of him was also dripping with blood, and there was no good piece of meat on his body. He was struggling to even breathe and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Sure enough, you actually laughed. You evil god believer!" The judge laughed wildly, and used a spiked whip dipped in the ashes of the fanatic to whip it out.

Seeing that this pleasure was about to get out of control, the God-Emperor knocked on Slaanesh's door and told Slaanesh in a deep voice to be quiet.

"Oh okay okay!"

A nervous and embarrassing apology came from the door. This apology condensed into a flower and floated on the head of the God Emperor, releasing a faint fragrance.

The God-Emperor frowned and looked at the door of Slaanesh's palace. He didn't understand what she was doing in the house to cause such a disturbance, so he waved his hands and left.

The clone of the God-Emperor returned to his body sitting on the throne, and the flower given by Slaanesh was attached to the God-Emperor's head like a shadow.

Emperor's Chosen