Chapter 644 92 Desires

Chapter 644 92. Desire

dance! dance! dance!

The gauze curtains, the graceful figures are indistinct, the brisk bells ring, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness is like wine, brewing the nectar of indulgence.

indulgence!

A slender hand is exposed between the gorgeous cloth, and the fine scales climb up, shining with various styles in accordance with the rhythm of the master's chanting. The layers of bracelets on it are of different styles, such as painted pottery and fine porcelain, but there is no trace of jewelry. The luster and luxury of gold and silver are gone.

But it's just purple and red.

If anyone witnesses this scene, they will find that this hand is exactly the same as the hand that shot the arrow thousands of years ago - but more delicate and softer, with greasy desire lazily kneaded into the bones, and less desire for power. fangs.

+ha~+

The youngest queen yawned.

The god with incomplete authority looked sideways, but the strange and strange waves in reality seemed too pale and dim - since that surprise ten thousand years ago, he has never been so happy, he has never been so happy.

Everything became boring.

But the stars and the sun are still moving.

Ah...thousands of years ago...that wonderful night, the ultimate darkness.

He enjoyed it as if it were sweet rice.

Not enough...not enough...still not enough...

There was a sound among the colorful beds, and the long tongue wrapped around the wrist. One indulgence thousands of years ago made Him sacrifice too much - so much that He completely changed Himself.

Dominance and vanity are completely far away from Him - but this was not washed away by immersion in the black water, but another existence took them away - fighting, strife, cooperation among gods, being squeezed by reality On this occasion, the [Fifth Person] swallowed the remains of the god and successfully stood up.

After this, the half of the subspace that had been washed away by Pluto would not have recovered so quickly - the gods also fell into a half-awake and half-asleep dream, and reality was calm for thousands of years.

But the [Fifth One] is still active.

According to common sense, when the subspace is silent, gods - even demigods and false gods should not revive so quickly.

But the [Fifth One] did wake up quickly and began to erode the authority of Chaos, and even began to backfire on his original camp.

It's unbelievable...

The Prince of Darkness existed lazily. After being disabled, he became even more indifferent. The battle ten thousand years ago completely ceased the cooperation between Chaos - at least with him, the other gods no longer wanted to reach out to him. Take action.

He didn't care.

He just wants another passion.

And the other gods... Slaanesh sneered. Humans have already figured out some of the key points. The fifth person who has half-stepped into the ranks of gods, and the false four, humans are enough to nourish at least two true gods. Don't the other gods have consciousness? Are you there?

They cannot protect themselves.

The others looked at the youngest queen's self-indulgence with cold eyes, but they couldn't do anything about it. The self-proclaimed benevolent father of nature was injured by the fangs of his offspring - it was just an internal fight, and the other gods were happy to witness this scene.

The Lord of Changes...Slaanesh licked the blood. The "failure" of the plan thousands of years ago also severely damaged his vitality. As for now...the blue guy doesn't know what he is doing, plans, plans, everything is for The final, eternal change he spoke of... Tzeentch was indeed doing exactly that... and ignored the other gods.

He might be playing a big game this time, the Prince of Darkness thought... It's a pity that he has no interest in it.

As for the coward on the Blood Seat...the bones clicked in the mouth of the youngest queen. Slaanesh was a little confused, a little confused, but didn't know why.

The king on the blood pool has become weaker.

He did grow weaker.

The youngest queen didn't know why.

Slaanesh's weakness is due to that one indulgence thousands of years ago, and the theft from the despicable fifth person in the past ten thousand years; Nurgle's weakness comes from the rebellion of his descendants, when the scythe was thrust into the garden, he was indeed seriously injured; Qi Ze was seriously injured due to the reversal of the chess pieces ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years later, he was entangled by the false emperor again.

They are probably fighting fiercely now.

Slaanesh was not interested in this.

Simple war has become boring. No matter what the battle is, it will always be a move on the chessboard, but He is different - the youngest queen is different - He has personally tasted the sweetness on the stage.

That's different.

He was a little jealous of Nurgle - at least Mortarion had the courage and ability to swing his scythe at Nurgle, and the serious injury of his designated heir was worth savoring... If he had not obtained Fulgrim at that time, he would have been so easy. The earth squandered him away... The Prince of Darkness narrowed his eyes and touched his own perfect body...

It would be great if He also had such brave and rebellious offspring... In literary and artistic works, dramas in which authority is overthrown, sons kill their fathers, and ministers kill their kings are always popular...

...If Nuo also wants to attract warriors under his command to challenge him...in the field where he is good at...the youngest queen gasped...thinking like this...he should reward those reckless buffoons more.

It's a pity... it's a pity... it's a pity...

He looked at the glass lamp above his head. It was the other side that countless artists could not reach in their lifetimes. However, it was not carved from precious treasures, but was made of cheap and ordinary materials.

The Dark Prince licked his lips thoughtfully.

……not enough.

Totally not enough.

Far inferior to that scene back then.

He briefly fell into that indulgent memory again, greedy, and the black river roared at his feet like an absolute beast, but he was as happy as a dancer who was physically playing with a tiger.

This kind of unbridled revelry was probably only as wonderful as the moment when He woke up, and only the joy when He woke up could match it.

The youngest queen laughed, and He thought of the resurrection, the indulgence and debauchery of billions of Eldar, the accumulation and explosion of billions of years, and finally, He who was still in a deep sleep smelled the sweetness, so He woke up.

The memory of the resurrection had become as hazy as cotton candy, and He only remembered the joy - this was the proof of His existence.

And those little screaming Eldar... the Eldar gods who were torn to pieces by His hands without power to wail... and some other... more ancient existences... were also torn apart in His loud laughter and singing, and thrown into the shadows of the warp.

So happy, so happy, so happy...

Slaanesh subconsciously touched His anthropomorphic belly, and He seemed to still hear the screams and wails of the Eldar he devoured. The souls of the Eldar were still suffering in His belly, and He gained strength from it.

...He shouldn't forget that happy experience.

The Dark Prince said angrily. He still remembered every detail of the battle with Hades, every ripple, every scream, every time he tried to touch the river... The river also stared at him with the purest and clearest greed.

He remembered the laughter when he played with the river, and the black water became more greedy and violent after realizing that he was using it for his pleasure. Every touch would be lost, and it would cease to exist if it was not used carefully - it was so wonderful, so wonderful!

Only loss, only when it is difficult to be repeated, will bring more precious and more fanatical pleasure.

He couldn't help but move.

But... Slaanesh's hand paused for a moment.

He shouldn't have blurred his memory of the time when he was resurrected.

No... It was probably too pleasant.

The Dark Prince thought so, but he also showed his fangs. He knew something... In the rumors of cute pointed ears, Slaanesh was not a solo dancer.

Death.

Oh, no no no, not the one in the Garden of Nurgle.

The youngest queen pondered, and she remembered that there was still a sword in her belly. The pointy-eared people left a rumor that if the Crone Swords were gathered, or if all the Eldar were exterminated, they could awaken the God of Death and kill Slaanesh.

Kill him?

Slaanesh thought, it would be better to let him throw himself completely into the river of Hades. Standing on the cliff, he always had the desire to jump.

It's a pity... it's a pity that he still can't do it.

He is the master of concepts and the servant of concepts.

As for the legendary God of Death of the Eldar, the Dark Prince reluctantly pulled his thoughts back, and he was still immersed in the endless black sea.

He chuckled.

The Eldar were completely hopeless, and he hadn't seen Xi Gaoqi for a long time. He was probably captured and imprisoned by Tzeentch - this was not surprising, Xi Gaoqi had been in contact with Tzeentch.

After seeing that the Eldar had no investment potential, Tzeentch probably withdrew his tolerance for Xi Gaoqi.

This is also the reason why the Death Army is completely insignificant.

【The Fifth】 came from behind and took root among the Eldar.

What does the Fifth want to do?

The youngest queen thought, grinning.

He might want to eat him alive.

If he had that ability and ambition - no, it's not impossible.

But there is only one person who can shatter fate, only Hades, Hades - 【The Fifth】 is just a byproduct of Hades's manipulation of fate.

If he is completely "dead", there are only two paths.

One is to be swallowed by Hades, who is tyrannical and completely ignores the laws of the warp.

The second is that the God of Death awakens - kill Slaanesh, replace Slaanesh, or...

The other side of Slaanesh is the God of Death.

They are originally one.

Slaanesh died, and the God of Death revived. The resurrection of Slaanesh is the product of the decline of the Eldar's huge empire. He is still growing... and the God of Death... is the "final form" of Slaanesh, the product of Slaanesh's fusion or evolution after swallowing all the Eldar and the gods of the Eldar.

But by then, Slaanesh will have completely disappeared and ceased to exist.

Boring...

The Dark Prince thought that this might be why he still couldn't remember the moment of awakening. The birth of gods runs through time - but he is the only one who has been observed and recorded.

His end is uncertain, so his starting point is also uncertain.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he may have awakened, or it may not be him who awakened... He may still be sleeping... All this is just a dream... It is the god of death who revived, and it is the god of death who awakened... and the Eldar no longer exist... Chaos... Time is amorphous.

Slaanesh yawned.

He felt that his power reaching out to the distance was disturbed, from the interference of time. He was a little annoyed to realize that Tzeentch was trying to play with time, and the children of men seemed to have joined in.

They made the already uncertain time even more chaotic!

One... two...

Slaanesh thought angrily, and he tried to look back at the ocean of time, but found that at a specific node, a large fog was flashing green light, covering the past time.

What the hell? !

He became even more annoyed—and at the same time realized something. Next, within the observable area, an operation that would intervene in the past or the future would occur.

...Past...Future...

He suddenly stopped for a moment.

He thought of something, some more fun and desirable ways to play. Even as a god, the timeline cannot be easily changed, but he can... can... if he is not the first to act, if he can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

The moment his thoughts touched this idea, the Sea of ​​Chaos gave the youngest queen guidance, which was correct - because he had an echo.

The subspace runs through time. When a thought is raised, waves will be generated. At a node, the ripples of thought will spread forward and backward, touching the past and the future.

But there is the vast black sea in front and the fog and light behind, and Slaanesh is a little angry again.

This hindered Slaanesh's observation, so that he could not see the way forward, but it was not a problem - because in the future that he could see and observe, a large area of ​​brilliant purple and darkness appeared together.

...It was him.

Hades... Hades...

He thought.

He is back.

And he seems willing to play with him.

He realized that he was a little slow—he didn’t find his little one in time. His co-dancer from ten thousand years ago—the shadow of the Great Devourer was unpleasant enough, so he ignored them.

He sneered, and the chess player who had been lazy and no longer looked at the chessboard for ten thousand years once again cast his curious eyes.

But... He still wanted to go on stage and sing.

Just for madness, just for desire!