Chapter 32

"No, my friends, not only is the most important database of this STC intact, but the interpretation device and some valuable additional devices are also well preserved. In fact, my idea before was that if its interpretation device is basically normal , then I will count it as a complete STC. Therefore...it is more complete than I imagined."

Big E answered the egg in a relaxed tone, and at the same time added the things promised to the hammer guys to the combat points of each hammer guy.

"By the way, Big E, why don't you recommend a forging world to this STC? Although I was worried that directly specifying the forging world would be a side effect, so the idea is to throw this thing to the old buddies of the wolf group active here and let them use it. Bring Fenris back to make a decision, but if you..."

Although I have discussed with Gu how best to deal with this STC, after thinking about it, the egg still

He decided to ask Big E what he thought, but before he could finish his words, Big E smiled and agreed with Egg's point of view.

"You are right. It is not a good thing to give an STC to any forging world too easily. As one of the eagle heads of the Empire's double-headed eagle, the internal organization and power of the Adeptus Mechanicus is even more chaotic. Beyond the empire itself, a few small changes are enough to turn this STC into a legend known only to those who have experienced it.”

"So, Big E, if there was a Water Caste diplomat who figured out all the political structures of the Empire, would you declare on the spot that Tau is an Imperial demi-human?"

After hearing Big E briefly commenting on the structure of the empire, Abathur suddenly thought of a meme and couldn't help but ask a question. This question successfully made Big E's mouth twitch and he thought about it seriously. A moment.

"...If the structure of the empire was really figured out by a Tau Water Caste diplomat, then either the structure of the empire was no longer complicated enough for a guy like Tau to figure it out. Or, Like some jokes, that guy is not a titanium guy."

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‘Singing and dancing’

‘The aroma spreads’

With—boom! There was a sound, and the sound of a door made of flesh and bone being blown open by a bomb.

"...My dear wizard, this is the sixth door you have broken. Although I know that you always think that my art is not perfect, can you comment on it and then Its destruction?"

The gorgeous Karanz drunkenly raised his head from a pile of God-knows-what stuff. His big eyes, which were a bit too much even for Slaanesh's stuff, flickered innocently as he looked at the blaster with a blaster. The chief wizard of his own warband entered his room, his tone full of matter-of-factness - naturally, his words made the only 'normal' wizard in this warband feel his temples throbbing, and he felt the pain in his body. The mutated superhuman organs are twisting.

"——Lord Karanshi, I would like to remind you very carefully that the subspace storm surrounding this galaxy has begun to thin out. And because you continue to use the sacrifices to do things that have nothing to do with the ritual, the entire ritual has slowed down. Slowed down by at least half. If you want to retreat, we still have some time."

"Ah - I don't want it! I still have a lot of fun that I haven't enjoyed yet!"

The wizard's suggestion made Calanz scream. The wizard, who had guessed that he would get this answer before knocking on the door this time, nodded slightly, walked to Calanz, and lifted him away like mud. stand up.

"If you want more fun, come with me."

Sixty-six. The final goal, Udal

The sea of ​​blood boiled, bones rubbed together, the dead wept, and the living wailed.

Sixty-six beautifully made execution racks were arranged in groups of six to form a huge holy symbol of Slaanesh, swaying in the sea of ​​blood formed by the blood of the victims. On each execution rack, there were There are six types of execution tools with different uses. And each execution prop is bound to a screaming victim - which can barely hold on despite the power of Slaanesh and the "best efforts" of the Angels of Paradise warband Astartes. The people of the empire with a little bit of nature encountered the most terrifying thing since their birth. Moreover, in the foreseeable and infinite future, their souls will encounter even more indescribable pain...

However, such a sacrilegious scene is just a condensed and shortened version of the horrific ritual originally planned by the wizards of the Angels of Elysium warband. Originally, according to the ideas of this ambitious Slaanesh wizard, he should have used all the resources of the world of Udal with the help of his own battle brothers, and simultaneously opened six kinds of weapons named by himself. The ritual of 'filthy rain, illusory mist, sea of ​​blood, earth of desire, greedy wind, and lazy clouds' tears the veil between reality and the demonic realm of Slaanesh to the greatest extent possible. If everything operates normally, then in sixty-six days, the army of the Lord of Joy will step into reality-different from the three or two succubi on the space station before, it will be led by the big devil in the true sense. The Slaanesh demon army, the wizard is convinced that such a force is enough to plunge the Morton Hess galaxy into a new subspace turmoil before the subspace storm dissipates - even, the entire Morton Hess galaxy is dragged into the subspace. Space is not impossible.

However, the ideal is very full, reality?

It's even more outrageous than the word "skinny"!

"Ah.....Sorry, wizard.....I couldn't help but drink all the medicinal wine for the ritual...There's still a little left, do you want to have a sip? No? That's a pity..."

This is what an Astarte of the Bliss Angel Warband in charge of the Filthy Rain ritual said after he drank most of the drink that was supposed to be given to the mortal sacrifice.

"....Wizard? When did you come in? Yes, I love you too - do you want to sleep together?"

This is the performance of a member of the Bliss Angel Astarte Warband who was in charge of the lazy cloud and ended up lying down before the mortal.

"Hehehe, wizard, do you know? After eating that dog, I saw Bo Zai, come on, Bo Zai, let's run circles together -"

A certain Astarte who volunteered to guard the scene of the Illusion Mist ritual, then chopped off all the mortal sacrifices and rushed into the Illusion Mist and rolled around, staggering.

"It's not a big deal, wizard. I can feel that I'm being watched by the Lord of Pleasure. I can definitely complete the task you assigned me, as long as I have some more of this good stuff... hiccup——"

The members of the Bliss Angels Warband, who felt that the Desire Soil was very suitable for their taste, started cooking and playing on the spot. They held up a beautiful skull that was used as a container. The captain, who was talking incoherently, was talking in the air, and didn't notice the fact that the wizard was standing behind him.

In short, after making a series of preparations, the wizard was very depressed to find that the large amount of things he had worked hard to prepare for the ceremony were either squandered by his "good brothers" before the ceremony got on track, or because of their "negligence", they became meaningless things. The wizard, who felt extremely overwhelmed, wanted to drag Calanx out to stand on the platform and let the other guys in the Bliss Angels Warband restrain themselves. As a result, after blowing up the door several times, he was surprised to find that his warband boss not only did not try to stop the operations of other Astartes, but also joined them!

Therefore, the wizard had to revise the ritual, streamline most of the things, and then dragged a bunch of "comrades" who were more likely to cause trouble than to do good to the ceremony site, and after reluctantly arranging them in some positions that they were probably interested in, they started the "idle and rotten" and "leave it to fate" mode.

Because, the current wizards themselves don't know whether such a crudely made ritual can win the favor of even a big demon in the field of pleasure...

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"......So, Lich King, you don't understand what the current situation of the Udal world is?"

"Yes, the parameters cannot be said to be incomprehensible, but there is no pattern at all."

On the Queen of Glory, the hammer guys who have almost finished the things on Marco looked at the Lich King with a tangled face. Because there was nothing to do recently, he mainly stayed on the Queen of Glory part-time to use the silent chess piece to monitor the subspace fluctuations of the Udal world, and took out the data monitored in recent times with a speechless face. Suddenly, a line with more ups and downs than the most exciting roller coaster on earth was presented to the hammer guys.

"From the parameters, Slaanesh really wanted to make a big move at the beginning, but within two days, their activity level went downhill. Now, they barely prepared something and messed up the curtain between reality and the subspace?"

Liang Feifan frowned.

"It should be like this, but we can't rule out that it was a trick of Slaanesh or that they had completed the ritual at that time - after all, the pollution cloud over Udal was too thick, even the Necromancer chess pieces could hardly spy on the situation on the ground with visible light."

The Lich King was cautious.

"With the virtue of the S family, their tricks are basically those inferior methods, such as poisoning or seducing with desire. This strategic-level trick is not in line with their virtue. If the ritual is completed, the time is not even six days, which does not match the Holy Number of Slaanesh, so it is not likely."

The political commissar sister thought for a while and began to infer.

"If we just want to hit six, and it takes six hours to complete, can it be considered as completing the ritual with the Holy Numbers?..."

Thinking about the ways that six can appear within two days, the Chosen One spoke uncertainly.

"It definitely counts, but I think the strength of the Slaanesh demon that can be summoned from the warp in six hours is probably just that - Abathur, how about we go down and play the vanguard and scout out?"

Looking at the chess pieces in his hand and finding that his subordinates are still quite powerful, Silence was ready to move.

"--I'll forget it. The Tyranids' retreat speed is not good. When the Empire lands and sees Tyranids jumping around, they will suspect that something big has happened in this galaxy."

Although he wanted to go down, Abathur regretfully rejected Silence's invitation, considering that the Empire's preparations for a surprise attack on Udar were already coming to an end. Silence thought about it and felt that what Abathur said made sense, so he gave up the plan to gradually defeat the Alien Alliance.

"Then, I'll go downstairs for a stroll first?"

"Go ahead! By the way, remember to mosaic all the pictures!"

Sixty-seven. Battle of Udal - Undead Vanguard

A plot of land made up of countless dark purple squares.

A building made up of countless half-red and half-white squares.

Dark red cubes flowed in the canal by the roadside, and from time to time, some small cubes, like foam, would splash out from it and splash on the edge of the canal.

Strange things made of colorful cubes were erected everywhere, with flags made of cubes floating on them. Small purple cubes continued to pour out from the flags, turning into something like smoke, spreading in all directions. Things made entirely of cubes with a human shape can be seen everywhere, although most of them have strange structures and are incomplete.

"So, the situation in the Udal world is so bad that mosaics are useless, and it must be deeply harmonized to this state?" Liang Feifan sat on his chair in the battle hall of the Queen of Glory, eating snacks while looking at the live broadcast of Udal sent back by the silent Necrons on the main screen with a very subtle look. Of course, the Hammer guys knew that according to the style of Slaanesh, the pictures on Udal would definitely not be presented to them in their original form, but... Isn't it too exaggerated to directly harmonize it into "My World"? "My ribs sent back more than a dozen subspace pollution alarms when they fell. Slaanesh pollution directly reached its peak. Simple mosaics can no longer cover up the terrible scenes above, so I directly turned up the harmony to the highest level."

Standing next to his war sand table, Silence brushed the information sent back by the chess pieces he threw down, and explained to Liang Feifan with an uncomfortable look why he made such a choice - as the only Hammer who "appreciated" some scenes in the world of Udal that were only mosaiced, Silence felt that he had a lot of say in this matter.

"It's hard to imagine what kind of demon cave Udal is now - is this world basically hovering on the edge of the extinction order?"

Staring at the things on the screen that were harmonized into blocks, but as long as you think about the style of Slaanesh, you can guess its true body. Even as a Hammer, the Chosen One felt a chill in his heart.

"Although not, it's not far away. The Space Wolf brother has already said that for Udal, if we don't want this world to really receive an extermination order, we can only use the 'pseudo-extermination order' method to deal with it - if you ask me, Silence, given the current situation of Udal, you don't need to investigate anything, let your spare ribs troops go all out and bomb all the way!"

"Uh, sister Political Commissar, isn't your suggestion a bit too radical? Silent's troops went down to investigate the situation, right?"

"I think sister Political Commissar's suggestion is quite reasonable - don't forget that our chess pieces are essentially E-mages, and they are the purest kind! Isn't purifying the pollution of the subspace one of the most fundamental duties of E-mages?"

"This is indeed... Silence, what do you think?"

"What do I think? Of course I think it's great!"

Silence grinned and pushed a chess piece forward one square.

"Necrons, start pushing!"

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Indulge.

Indulge.

Indulge.

The white flesh wriggled like maggots beside the dark yellow stinking puddle. Every time it wriggled, the puddle would ripple with ambiguous waves. Every time it wriggled, the flesh that had stopped moving would float up from the water and sink back into the water.

The guy with a big belly that seemed to be about to explode in the next second was still frantically stuffing everything that could be eaten into his mouth. Although the things in front of these things basically could not be called "normal food", they never stopped.

The mortal with a thin face and a chaotic look in his eyes held a paintbrush made of who knows what raw materials, dipped it in the half-solidified liquid next to it, who knows what it was originally, and then smeared it on the rotten and smelly leather in front of him, painting scenes of unclear and crazy "abstract pictures". If you look closely, you will find that there are definitely holes on these leathers that are similar to the facial features of humanoid creatures!

Things with decorations that make normal people sick are running and singing in groups on the streets that have been eroded by flesh and blood. Harsh and discordant sounds keep pouring out of their mouths, shaking the air and impacting the eardrums. Even if their faces are distorted to the point of bleeding from all seven holes, even if their vocal cords are seriously injured, these things still don't stop singing.

There are also people holding knives to "focus" on carving bones, carefully turning over the internal organs of the victims, and twisting their bodies to achieve a terrifying beauty...

This is the current Udal, which is no longer illuminated by the glory of the Emperor. Although the blasphemous ritual of the wizards of the Bliss Angels War Gang had to be simplified into a streamlined version because of the unsatisfactory members of the war gang. However, the surging evil power of the warp was enough to tear apart the minds of most mortals in the world, making them inadvertently become part of the Chaos ritual that polluted the world and distorted reality. Not to mention that the mortals who were still qualified to "move freely" on Udar were already devoted to the way of desire.

Then, light appeared in the hive.

The silent metal held various weapons, and under the guidance of the overwhelming swarm of scarabs, silently stepped into this unreasonable ultimate 'heaven'. The green light connected into pieces, tearing apart the diffuse purple mist and annihilating it. The squirming flesh shrieked and disappeared in the light, the suspended soul was relieved in sighs, the breath of reality gradually became rich, and the joy of the supreme heaven disappeared little by little.

"Um?"

Naturally, the sudden appearance of the "joyful void" in the concept of subspace on Udal successfully attracted the attention of the wizards of the Angel of Paradise warband who were actually monitoring the progress of the ritual despite being messed up. After repeatedly confirming that his unreliable warband brothers had not lost interest in the ritual, and that the empire had not yet attacked the world of Udal, the wizard decided to take a trip himself to see what was interesting in that area. What happened - it would be great if we could find a few guys who dare not bow the knee to the Prince of Joy.

So he stood up and picked up

Got his own staff.

"You guys, follow me."

Sixty-eight. The Battle of Udal—The Chess of Chaos

All that is touched and felt is nothingness.

This was the first feeling after the wizard of Slaanesh took his own bodyguard and stepped into the area that had been plowed by the silent army of ribs. As a Chaos Astartes who follows the Prince of Joy, he has long been familiar with the various scents on the battlefield - especially the scent of pain and death. However, everything that was presented to him now made him clearly realize one fact——

From Slaanesh's perspective, this area was indeed a 'vacuum', so vacuum that he felt that no sentient creatures had ever lived here!

"Wizard, this place makes me feel bad."

A Noise Warrior stared at his severely mutated eyes, trying his best to operate his ears that, although they had become hollow, were many times better than mortals, trying to capture even a little bit of the 'waves' of intelligent creatures. . However, no matter how hard he tried, all he saw and heard was silence.

"It's like a tomb - even a tomb is noisier than here. Inside the tomb, I can at least hear a little bit of the voices of the dead."

Another noise warrior used his distorted voice to briefly describe his feelings. Hearing his subordinate's "sentiment", the wizard who felt more and more that something was wrong couldn't help but knit his brows.

"Inject Potion No. 1 and stay vigilant - we don't have any extra eyes and ears to help now."

"yes."

Hearing the wizard's cautious tone, the noise warriors who originally wanted to complain for a while that this place was not exciting enough and wanted to go home early collectively expressed their dissatisfaction by shrugging or shaking their heads, and then started the syringe honestly. , sending the medicine that the wizard ordered them to inject into their own blood vessels. As the medicine began to work quickly, the sensory sensitivity of the warriors of Slaanesh suddenly increased to another level.

"It's still dead quiet, wizard, and I think we should maybe... There's something moving underground! They're getting closer to us!"

"????"

Before the wizard of the Angel of Paradise could project his power in that direction according to the instructions of his subordinates, the metal ground suddenly trembled, and with the sound of cracks, an overwhelming number of undead scarabs poured out from the gaps and pounced on them. These Astartes of the Angels of Paradise warband whose expressions changed drastically.

"...!"

The next moment, the wizard was completely overwhelmed by the swarming scarabs, and before he lost consciousness, he saw——

The scene where his own guards were swept to the ground by the green light like crops harvested by scythes.

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The sound of rustling book pages.

Ruoyouruowu is lingering in my ears, but I can't figure out the lyrics of the song.

The thing touching his cheek softly, maybe it's a feather...wait, what is a feather?

It seemed like someone's voice was whispering, but what was it?

I can't open my eyes, my nose can't smell, it's like I've lost all senses except hearing and touch - but who am I? Where are you? Why do you do this?

Endless sounds danced in his ears, and endless touches slid against his skin. Fragmented yet familiar things kept crossing his mind, crazily injecting obscure things into his soul that he should be able to understand. Gradually, the broken consciousness began to be reconstructed, and the lost memories were integrated into his spirit again.

"Have you remembered? Have you remembered everything?"

The light blue mist rose in front of the wizard of the Paradise Angel warband, who slowly recalled his terrible experience not long ago. The sharp laughter originating from the supreme sky tore his eardrums in waves, and the chaos began. In the middle, the demonic fire of Tzeentch rises, and at the end of the field of vision, the figure of the All-Changing Demon Lord appears.

"...."

Because he was completely confused about his current situation, the wizard chose to remain silent.

Because his mind was still full of confusion, the wizard of the Angel of Paradise warband chose to remain cautiously silent. Seeing his actions, Tzeentch raised his head, spread his wings, and laughed. At the same time, his voice also changed from as sharp as an eagle's cry... to a slightly out-of-touch... elegant male voice?