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[You killed the enchanted warrior...]

[You killed the enchanted warrior...]

[Bonus Assimilation Points...]

The cold and pleasant reminder tone continued to sound.

This further boosted Fu Qinghai's motivation to fight.

The pain from the blunt force trauma was diluted.

The enchanted warriors fell one after another, and finally only Fu Qinghai was left. He stood in the middle of a circle of corpses, covered in blood, breathing heavily.

It was not easy to kill more than 30 enchanted warriors. If you had to compare, it was much more difficult than exiling the Plague Father. The combination of demons and space warriors achieved the effect of one plus one being greater than two. The Uru metal armor and eight evil spirits could block the supernatural psychic power of the subspace, but every blow and every collision of the enchanted warriors landed firmly on Fu Qinghai.

It is 100% impossible to harvest pure gene seeds from an enchanted warrior, but the assimilation points awarded for killing an enchanted warrior are very high, far more than killing a Chaos Space Marine or exiling a demon alone. This discovery comforted Fu Qinghai a little.

Fu Qinghai felt a little tired, and guessed that his whole body must be covered with bruises. The power armor quickly marked more than 30 minor bone fractures and joint soft tissue contusions in the eyepiece retinal projection. The desperate virus had been activated and was silently repairing the damaged parts.

The eight demons in the armor had a good meal, but the spiritual energy they absorbed was not fed back to Fu Qinghai to help him repair his body - this was intentional. If the eight demons did this, the damage to his body would be repaired, but it would also mean that Fu Qinghai was eroded by chaos.

As of now.

He is him, and A is A.

It can only be connected and controlled by relying on the real name and blood contract.

The two are clearly distinct and have not merged into one.

"Hoo, hiss, hoo…"

Fu Qinghai silently adjusted his breathing.

He felt both his hearts pounding.

"Qingshan, are you tired?"

Chu Renmei asked quietly.

"But I'm still hungry, Qingshan."

Kayako said in a hoarse voice.

"I want more, Brother Qingshan."

Mimiko continued to speak eagerly.

"Tired? It's still early."

Fu Qinghai sneered and stood up.

Walk down the pile of corpses and continue towards the elevator.

A man can't say he's tired in front of a female ghost.

"Qingshan, you actually have a way."

Valak whispered in his ear:

"Zhang Yuning has placed restrictions on this set of armor. This shackle is in your true name blood contract. You have the ability to untie this shackle and completely and forever merge with the armor. In this way, you can gain more powerful strength. Every bit of spiritual energy we absorb will act on you, and the injuries you suffer can be healed in the blink of an eye."

Fu Qinghai walked forward silently without saying a word.

"Think about it, Qingshan."

Valak continued to whisper:

"How many demons have we devoured along the way? How much power have we absorbed? As long as you are willing to break free from the shackles, all these powers will be yours. They were originally yours. It was you who created this armor and killed those demons. These powers should belong to you! Why do you need to use an armor or an external object to exert these powers?"

"Shut up, Valak."

Fu Qinghai said with a sullen face.

"Okay, Aoyama."

Valak simply shut his mouth.

"Sooner or later there will be a day..."

Pazuzu laughed hoarsely and said,

"You will unleash our power, Aoyama."

…

At this moment, on the bridge of the Eternal Expedition.

The Black Templars led by Sigismund were facing off against the Black Legion warriors led by Abaddon. Their armor and cloaks were stained with blood, and the broken bodies of the Space Marines on both sides and the blazing flames were scattered throughout the hall made of white stone and black steel.

"so."

Sigismund nodded and said:

"You guys finally came back."

His men had fought hard, and were now bloodied and exhausted. But so were the soldiers across from them. Many were panting and bleeding.

Abaddon's body was also splattered with blood, and the souls of those who died at his hands along the way were now surrounding him, invisible and inaudible. The smoke-like aura of pain was pulled by the warp and eventually dissipated into nothingness.

Abaddon stepped forward to face him, motioning to his men to lay down their weapons, and Sigismund did the same to his men. Both sides obeyed their commanders' orders, and the bridge suddenly fell into an eerie silence, while the Ever Crusade was still trembling and burning.

The Vengeful Spirit was also tumbling in the void, fire, ice, and air flowing from its wounds, its guns screaming silently into the darkness. The Vengeful Spirit was fighting against several smaller ships, turning to each enemy ship in turn, methodically ripping them apart with its spears. The laser beams that streaked through space were as dazzling as the arcs of light emitted by the Terran sun.

"Don't make me do this."

Abaddon said with sorrow in his eyes:

"Don't force me to kill you."

He even dropped the sword in his hand, and the weapon fell to the ground with a sound of steel clashing:

"You have existed for so many centuries and have not seen the truth, Sigismund? The Empire of Man is ours. We have fought for it all our lives and built it with our blood, sweat and courage. The Emperor built this Empire with the bones of our brothers as its foundation!"

Sigismund stared at Abaddon calmly, unmoved, and said calmly:

"When you forced the Empire to submit to you, you lost the right to speak for it. If you really loved the Empire as much as you claimed, Ezekiel, you would not have pushed it to the brink of destruction."

Abaddon spread out his power claws, sweeping the claws across all the Space Marines in the room, and said passionately:

"We are the Emperor's Angels!"

Abaddon's voice was deafening:

"We do not rebel to vent a little bit of resentment, Sigismund. We rise up because we have been fooled by our master. We are useful tools for him to use to bring the galaxy to its knees, but when we are done, he will purge us from the Empire, just as he purged the Thunder Warriors before! He will erase us from history like scraping a stain from his golden shoe!"

Sigismund was as calm as a statue, his resolute face still expressionless:

"Some of you believe that you fell from grace because of pure and noble ideals. You lock yourself in prison and repeat these words to yourself, but nothing changes. You keep talking, Ezekiel, but do I look like I'm listening to you?"

"No pity, no fear, no regrets."

Abaddon shook his head and sighed, self-deprecatingly saying,

"Those whose minds are too simple and pure to have any doubts are happy."

Abaddon picked up his sword and pointed it at the other man.

Sigismund also raised the black sword in his hand.

A decisive battle is about to begin.

…

Khayon arrived at the deck of the Eternal Crusade through the teleportation beacon set up by the Black Legion Space Marines. He drew out a snow-white sword - which was forged using fragments of Sanguinius' sword and a crystal statue of Sanguinius. Khayon named it "Sacramenton".

Kayan did not tell Abaddon about his arrival, because he knew that Abaddon was facing Sigismund, who might be the most powerful enemy in his life. Kayan did not want to be disturbed by off-field factors in this crucial duel, so he had to face the black-armored warrior alone.

After being teleported here, Kayan discovered that the Black Legion warriors left a teleport beacon and all rushed to the bridge. He actually encountered armed mortal crew members and some Space Marines who hoped to retake this area.

Kayan raised his hand to prop up a psychic shield to block the shoulder-fired missiles they fired. The explosion had not yet dissipated, Kayan waved his hand, and a psychic lightning jumped through a row of armed sailors. Two Black Templar Space Marines roared and rushed over. Yin fire suddenly floated around them. The flames directly penetrated the armor and flesh and ignited the soul. The Space Marines screamed and fell to the ground and rolled. Kayan ignored them and turned back to glare. The body of a Space Marine who tried to sneak attack him withered and aged instantly, trembling and almost unable to hold the sword in his hand.

"Swish!"

Khayon turned around and swung the sword in his hand. The sword forged from the fragments of Sanguinius's sword easily penetrated the opponent's power armor and then cut his entire chest in half.

As recognized by Azak Ahriman, the Chosen of Tzeentch, and the Chaos Sorcerer second only to Ahriman in the Thousand Sons Legion, Khayon dealt with these enemies as easily as chopping melons and vegetables in a garden. It did not take him any extra movement. Even the demon lynx and the Eldar girl he raised did not need to follow him. He killed all the enemies by himself.

Then he began to cast the spell formally. He took out the ritual dagger used by the Tizka people, swung it in the air and cut it, accompanied by loud chanting, and the light flickered faintly.

This area is located outside the Eye of Terror, and the reality barrier is relatively weak. In this bloodthirsty battlefield full of destruction, the veil becomes even thinner. Kayan does not need to spend too much power to tear open the veil and guide the Tzeentch demon to descend into the real universe. This is easier than summoning any demon in the past, and Kayan can do it easily.

…

Fu Qinghai had just stepped onto the upper deck.

Then a loud shout was heard from afar:

"Come! Mist... Klias!"

Hearing that familiar name.

Fu Qinghai immediately tensed up.

Someone is summoning the Great Demon of Tzeentch to come!

This idea just popped into my mind.

"Hello again, Qingshan!"

A familiar evil voice sounded in my ears.

Fu Qinghai turned around and swung his claws.

But there was no tactile feedback.

"Oh no, I missed."

The voice said with a provocative chuckle.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and looked around. After a moment, the entire deck was shrouded in damp fog and greasy darkness. A shadow appeared on the floor and wall, and the shadow kept changing. There were claws, horns, fangs, and a forked tail... There was nothing that could be defined as a shape.

It was the familiar Yingyun Klias.

"What? You ran away like a defeated dog with your tail between your legs, and now you have the nerve to act like a big shot in front of me? Can you become a great demon just by being shameless enough?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said with a sneer.

"Chuckle, chuckle…"

Hidden in the mist, he laughed:

"Things are different now, Aoyama."

Fu Qinghai suddenly thrust his claws forward, but only caught a cloud of mist. His palm was empty, and the thick mist drifted away from the claws. He was also greeted with the mockery of the Great Demon Tzeentch:

"Wow, you didn't catch it again, Qingshan."

Then, there was a fierce roar:

"The Arrow of Tampering!"

His will and rage were focused into a searing red warp flame. Few materials could resist the corrosive energy of the Tampered Light. The Tzeentch fire could turn enemies into writhing bodies of mutated flesh or swirls of rainbow-colored ash. However, the arrow of demonic flames struck the metal shell of the Uru, but only a burst of sparks and nothing happened.

"That's it?"

Fu Qinghai spread his hands and asked in confusion.

"It hurts so much, tear him apart, Qingshan!"

The eight demons in the armor were all screaming in pain.

"Don't be impatient, Qingshan."

The great demon Tzeentch slid and swam in the thick fog, then split into two, two into four... Soon nine twisted and changing shadows emerged from the thick fog. They surrounded Fu Qinghai and whispered in his ears in unison, making it difficult to tell which one was the real Yinyun.

Hallucination?

Fu Qinghai frowned and looked at the shadows.

The Tzeentch Demon is good at creating illusions. He has the Asgardian artifact, the Warlock's Eye, which can break the illusion. But at this moment, in the field of vision of the psychic eyepiece, the nine Tzeentch Demons are emitting psychic light - this shows that each Tzeentch Demon is alive and well. This is a clone, not an illusion.

Then kill them all!

Fu Qinghai pounced on a shadow and pretended to attack the clone. At the same time, the bat wings behind him opened up and cut with a "swoosh", and suddenly attacked another clone next to him. But the clone suddenly exploded with a burst of purple flames, and suddenly shrank into the deck and disappeared, and the bat wing claws pierced into the ground and splashed sparks.

Teleport? Cross terrain?

Fu Qinghai pulled half of his bat wing out from the deck.

"Hey, ghosts are flashing."

The clone slowly rose up from another position on the deck. Nine Tzeentch demons swayed and danced around Fu Qinghai, talking in unison:

"The arrows of usurpation represent the scarlet flame of Tzeentch, and the ghostly flicker represents the violet flame of Tzeentch. The fire of Tzeentch is endless, and there is also the emerald flame of Tzeentch that grants you magical powers, and the azure flame of Tzeentch that twists your flesh and allows you to change your form at will. Do you want to know the secret, Qingshan?"

"I just want to know how to kill you."

Fu Qinghai glanced around with a cold gaze.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The Great Demon of Tzeentch burst into laughter:

"I have been watching you, Qingshan, all the time. I watched you exile that stupid dog Samus, and I watched you exile that fat pig Ku'gath. You think you are invincible, but I have seen your fatal flaw."

Fatal flaw?

Fu Qinghai looked at the shadowy figures surrounding him.

Recall how Zhang Yuning dealt with Yingyun for the first time.

At that time, almost all of Zhang Yuning's evil spirits were earthbound spirits. They turned the captain's room of the Supremacy into a haunted house. That space could be regarded as the evil domain where the Queen of Wraiths ran rampant. The great demon Tzeentch rashly broke into that domain and was naturally besieged by all the demons. He had nowhere to maneuver and nowhere to hide, and in the end he could only flee like a blue turkey scalded by boiling water.

Now, the eight demons were bound in the ghost armor, which certainly solved the defect of the earthbound spirits being unable to move, and the ghost armor's defense and attack power, including the strength and agility multiplier it provided, were ridiculously strong, but the ghost armor lost the ability to expand and generate a field. Without long-range and range attack methods, it could not do anything about the various forms of psychic magic.

Is this what he called a flaw?

"You took those eight Chaos Undivided Demons away from your territory to find a way to crack it, but you never thought that without your protection, the people in that star region would be as fragile and pitiful as toys in my hands. How selfish."

The laughter was sticky and slippery.

Don't try to use the star zone to interfere with my mind.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself:

I have made arrangements for the back-up.

Yet, he seemed to know what he was thinking.

"What do you think those two pathetic psykers can do, Qingshan? Hehe, you don't know yet, do you?"

The mist waved in the thick fog and cast a halo of light.

"Look, Qingshan Khan."

In the thick fog, a picture emerged:

the villa where Feiyi lived was shattered in the surreal tearing. Nine soul grinders descended into the real universe through the subspace rift. They rushed and wantonly destroyed the food reserves in the agricultural world. The anti-subspace tactical team was helpless. Until Chen Xinxue and Chen Xinlu appeared together, they finally stabilized the situation and killed several demon engines. However, just when the two sisters were about to kill the remaining demon engines in one go, Chen Xinlu suddenly turned around with a grim smile and struck back, stabbing the staff deeply into her sister's chest.

The picture was frozen at this moment.

Why did Chen Xinlu want to backstab Chen Xinxue?

Fu Qinghai was slightly stunned when he saw this scene.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was stunned.

Nine great demons surrounded Fu Qinghai.

Nine pairs of eyes lit up in the dark fog.

He fixed his eyes on Fu Qinghai.

"Psychic energy absorption!" (Also known as "thought leeches")

A sudden severe headache instantly filled Fu Qinghai's mind, causing him to cry out in pain and kneel on one knee with his hands on his head. The severe pain came suddenly and went away quickly. The ghost armor reacted instantly, cutting off and swallowing the psychic tentacles that penetrated into Fu Qinghai's mind. A tragic and sharp cry similar to that of a bird sounded in the sticky and colorful fog.

Nine black shadows merged into one.

"Squeak—"

Fu Qinghai seized the opportunity, dug his claws into the ground and jumped up, then pounced towards the great demon Tzeentch with a "whoosh". His dark blue claws swung and closed, and the tips of the claws finally touched a trace of entity, and then several streaks of blood could be seen floating in the mist.

"Bang!"

The Great Demon of Tzeentch teleported away again.

Kayan, who had been hiding in the thick fog and observing secretly, was slightly startled by this scene and broke into a cold sweat. Just now, he wanted to take advantage of the moment when the black-armored warrior knelt on the ground and decisively take his life, but he didn't expect that the "psychic energy absorption" of the great demon Tzeentch did not achieve the expected effect at all - stealing the opponent's spiritual power and causing coma or even death. On the contrary, he almost seized the opportunity to complete the counterattack.

"I was the one who almost got chopped up."

Kayan was still frightened when he thought of this.

I couldn't help but shrink back again.

The mist continued to cruise around the deck, hissing and groaning in pain, like a wounded animal, alert and nervous. Fu Qinghai ignored him and raised a claw to his eyes, carefully admiring the trace of demon blood on the claw tip, the sticky blood flashing with broken light.

Then, he did something that Yinyun didn't expect - he stretched out a finger claw and put it into the slowly opening sharp-toothed mouth, then closed his mouth and savored the taste carefully.

"The blood of the Lord of Change tastes good."

The black-armored warrior spoke in a leisurely tone, as if he was tasting some delicious delicacy. Kayan could imagine how angry and even hysterical Yinyin would be after hearing this.

"Qingshan!!!"

The great demon Tzeentch howled and swung his claws to cast a spell.

The flames of Tzeentch broke through the thick fog and rolled in.

"boom!"

The black-armored warrior flapped his bat wings, broke through the demonic flames, and repelled them with one claw, piercing the body of the Tzeentch demon. The shadow in the thick fog rolled violently, twisting and pulling non-stop, and the shrill and hoarse cry went straight to the sky, like a rooster being slaughtered. Fu Qinghai kept thrusting his claws into the thick fog.

"Cry——"

The thick fog covering the entire deck began to dissipate, and the Tzeentch Demon gradually revealed its true form - a giant blue feathered demon with a bird-head and wings on its back. He struggled desperately to get rid of Fu Qinghai's claws, his two claws and toes kept kicking, and his wing feathers fell off one after another. The hand holding the staff was cut off at the shoulder by a claw as soon as it was raised, and the painful whine in the bird's beak became more and more piercing.

The colorful mist in the surrounding air was absorbed by Yunyun like a whirlpool to repair the damage on the body of the Great Demon Tzeentch, and the vision gradually became clear. However, this replenishment speed was not as fast as the speed of the Goblin Armor's cutting and absorption. Yunyun's gorgeous blue feathers gradually fell off and became ugly and mottled, and his struggling movements became weak and powerless.

"Ahem, it's too late, Qingshan..."

Blood was coughing out of the huge blue bird's beak, and a long tongue was hanging from the side of its mouth. Its body was already shattered and on the verge of collapse under the cutting of its claws, and it looked extremely miserable. However, this Tzeentch demon was still laughing miserably:

"You've already lost, haha, it's too late!"

It's too late, what does that mean?

Fu Qinghai paused for a moment.

The Lord of Change weakly raised a finger.

He pointed tremblingly in the direction of the bridge above his head:

"Sigismund..."

Fu Qinghai paused for only a second, then leaned forward again and stabbed a claw into the chest of the Great Demon of Tzeentch. The claw blade pierced deeply into the heart of the Lord of Change, causing him to twitch violently in pain. The eight evil spirits in the armor were greedily eating the spiritual energy source material that made up the Lord of Change's body.

Sigismund is going to fall?

This news cannot stop Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai admired Sigismund, but to be honest, he didn't have much personal relationship with the Black Swordmaster, and he couldn't get along with the Black Templars, a group of religious fanatics and space crusaders. Suppose he was presented with two options:

1. Save Sigismund.

2. Break the subspace storm.

If he had to choose only one of the two options, then Fu Qinghai would definitely choose the second option, killing the instigator, Yingyun Klias, breaking the subspace storm, saving the Iron Pagoda Regiment, and the Marcus Wangxing District.

So he didn't hesitate for a moment.

Continue to kill the great demon of Tzeentch.

Fu Qinghai knew this.

Yinyun also knew this.

So, this Lord of Change wanted to use his own life as a price to force Fu Qinghai to not appear at the time and place in the prophecy, and to force Fu Qinghai to be unable to stop Abaddon from killing Sigismund? Is that right?

"Everything is going according to plan."

The muffled voice grew weaker and weaker:

"Everything is in the plan of the Lord of Change..."

The Great Demon Tzeentch has given up resistance at this moment.

However, just as his words fell.

The reality curtain that had become increasingly thin as the war progressed was suddenly torn apart with ease, and a subspace rift suddenly opened next to Fu Qinghai. Electric arcs jumped on a pair of blasphemous iron wings, sulfur smoke billowed around an unclean body, and accompanied by screams composed of chaotic waste code, a long shadow hanging high in the air swung a smoldering forging hammer and attacked.

Fu Qinghai subconsciously crossed his arms to block.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

It was unable to resist this tremendous force at all, and was instantly smashed away by the huge forging hammer. It flew out from the body of the Great Demon Tzeentch, tumbling backwards for 10 to 20 meters, and barely stopped after knocking over a pile of debris and corpses on the deck.

Fu Qinghai quickly got up and looked.

A hunchbacked iron-grey demon stood beside the misty and broken body. This demon had a pair of round yellow eyes like light bulbs, a pair of demon horns that curved downwards, a tall and slender figure, and a thorny iron tail.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Furnaces, the God of Machines, Vashtor!

Fu Qinghai was shocked to recognize this Chaos Demigod.

After Vashtor knocked Fu Qinghai away with a hammer, he did not continue to chase him but stood beside Yinyun with a forging hammer in his hand, and solemnly declared in a serious tone:

"The Great Demon of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, Yinyun Klias, failed to fulfill his promised soul share and bring back the item for me. According to the three oaths of the Iron Contract, Klias will be separated from the Lord of Change. I will become the new master of Yinyun Klias, enslaving and driving him until he has completely paid off his soul debt and can regain his freedom!"

After reading this, Vashtor casually pulled back and pulled the broken and barely visible Tzeentch into the crack behind him. The eight demons in the goblin armor roared in reluctance and anger. Fu Qinghai looked behind him and saw the smokestacks and the forge workshop that never stopped.

"Yingyun Klias is a loser. He failed to bring back what I wanted. So I have no choice but to come and get it myself. Qingshan Khan, I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

The Soul Forge King stared at Fu Qinghai with his eyes as bright as a lamp, and said in a low voice. The huge demon approached step by step. As his footsteps stepped on the floor of the real universe, all the technological products on this deck, whether old or new, began to burst into sparks and arcs of failure, and none of the equipment, weapons, and communication systems were spared.

Fu Qinghai took a step back.

Vashtor, this is not some big demon.

This is a real Chaos Demigod!

And just looking at the sophisticated and complex mechanical structures on his body, his entire body does not have much flesh and blood, and is almost entirely made up of machinery, just like the oil man in the devil. I don't know if Saron's evil iron can split these mechanical parts. Even if it can be split, can the evil spirits and demons absorb even a little bit of their souls?

Vashtor looked down at Fu Qinghai greedily.

To be more precise and accurate.

It was looking down at the thing inside him.

A very magical high-dimensional parasite.

Fu Qinghai was ready for battle.

Why did Vashtor get involved in this?

He still hadn't figured it out. It wasn't the 42nd millennium. Why did Vashtor come to the Eye of Terror to join in the fun when he wasn't in his Soul Crucible as a black-hearted factory owner and devil capitalist? What does it have to do with you whether Abaddon lives or dies? What does it have to do with you whether Sigismund lives or dies? What does everything that happens here have to do with you?

Just as the war was about to break out.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, the fragile reality barrier was violently torn apart again. The blood-red light pierced through the crack and continued to expand it. Thick and hot blood poured out from the crack and covered the deck.

"He is a Khorne man!"

A roar came from the torn crack.

Then a huge red pointed head popped out.

Fu Qinghai recognized the face in an instant.

Akashnet, the King of Boiling Brass!

The Great Daemon of Khorne that almost descended upon the Fiery Horse.

The Akashite pushed through the Warp rift bit by bit. It was a standard bloodthirster, the embodiment of war, a giant of murder and rage. Its arms were as thick as a Space Marine's body, connected to a broad chest covered in brass scales that kept rising and falling, and below it was a pair of crouching anti-jointed legs. Rough leather wings grew from its back. Its flesh was light red, emitting a dazzling phosphorescence like molten brass, licked by the deepest hot red flames.

"He is a Khorne man!"

"Khorne is taking him!"

The King of Boiling Brass roared again and emphasized:

"Get back to your soul forge, Vashtol!"

A large number of bloodthirsty vampires, carnage beasts and flesh hounds followed the Khorne Demons out from the cracks in the real universe, and the Khorne Demon army occupied almost half of the deck.

What the hell is going

on? Fu Qinghai was stunned.

However, before one crisis is over, another one arises.

"Qingshan, let me help you!"

A cold and familiar voice sounded behind Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai turned back and saw a graceful figure wearing a close-fitting white spirit bone armor rushing out from the battleship passage with a knife. The Howling Banshee led a group of Eldar warriors to arrive, including fire dragons, assault scorpions, dimensional spiders, and violent avengers...

Huh? When did they board the ship?

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

Didn't the old prophet say that he couldn't come?

At this moment.

"Tear it——"

The curtain of reality was torn apart again.

Fu Qinghai was completely numb.

Who the fuck is it this time?

With a clatter of hooves, steady and confident, the purple demon strode out of the orgy, accompanied by cheers one after another, and was surrounded by the blessing of the Dark Prince like a halo. In the charming charm and dizzying hallucinogenic aroma, the warp demon used a supernatural appearance to conceal its true form. The muscular body was embellished with jewels, which sealed the souls of the best victims, and the razor-sharp claws were painted with brightly colored paint.

The Great Demon of Slaanesh, the Great Keeper of Secrets!

"Qingshan, Qingshan Khan~"

The purple demon chuckled and said,

"We have been looking for you for a long, long time."

Behind him/her, a group of lustful demons riding on lustful horses swarmed out, and half of the deck was instantly engulfed in the pink scent of powder and the lewd music.

"He is a Slaanesh man."

"The Prince of Pleasure asked for him by name."

The Great Keeper of Secrets looked at the Master of Ten Thousand Furnaces with pride and said,

"Go back to the Formless Abyss, Vashtor."

"Who are you?"

Fu Qinghai asked numbly.

"The calamity of the broken beauty, Kinog."

The Great Keeper of Secrets turned back and said gently,

"One of my succubus once possessed your astropathic supervisor, and then... humph, your psykers ruthlessly and cruelly expelled her. Have you forgotten about this, you unfaithful man?"

The Great Demon of Slaanesh was only halfway through his words.

Suddenly he looked up and behind Fu Qinghai.

Standing there was a group of Ark Eldar soldiers.

"Wow, wow, Aoyama..."

The beauty's eyes suddenly lit up:

"You are so polite. You even prepared a gift for me?"

The faces of all the Ark Eldar under their masks changed drastically.

......

(End of this chapter