A joke that's repeated too many times isn't funny.
Stimulation can only reach the peak of pleasure the first time.
There is never more than one person enjoying a play.
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Corax awoke in a state of dizziness and weakness.
The wound in his abdomen was aching slightly, and he was surrounded by a huge feeling of weakness. For a Primarch, it was extremely rare to be directly induced into a coma and still feel weak after waking up.
But he did, indeed, pass out.
As soon as the Primarch regained his sanity, he felt the restraint of the shackles on his hands. The touch on his wrists was not human technology.
That came from the alien race. Or more accurately, the Eldar.
Corax did not open his eyes immediately. The Primarch felt that he was now lying on a platform. Whispers and footsteps could be heard around him. The Eldar were talking.
"… The security is tight, and it seems like He is almost certain to win."
"Nature - the youngest goddess is destined to devote all her strength. This is only one chance."
There was the sound of footsteps, and Corax heard the soft metallic sound of iron colliding.
“Don’t worry,” the guy lowered his voice, “We have found the true God of the Underworld… right? It’s no longer about the Five Swords, the God of the Dead, or various spells and prophecies. For us, all of this is too simple and too tempting.”
Corax heard a burst of curses, which seemed to be about why he had abandoned the gods of his own race and why it was so easy to obtain the [Gods] of other races.
God
Corax thought weakly, he remembered the scene he saw on the Spirit of Vengeance, almost as soon as the word was mentioned, Corax thought of the scene on the Spirit of Vengeance.
All the things he didn't understand and that made him feel sick now had answers.
This world must be crazy.
"So simple! We only have one chance - otherwise when will we find the time when it is asleep?"
"When the primarch of humanity is completely corrupted, we will crash into him and lure the Merciful One over here. The huge subspace directivity during the sacrifice of the Sons of the Empire will help us accomplish what comes next."
"Can it really kill Him?"
A long silence
"The Change One can escape, but the Dark Prince will definitely not fall directly."
The voice sounded solemnly,
"The realm of gods is in conflict with each other, and the balance cannot be easily broken. At this moment, if it can really completely devour the Dark Prince and grow again..."
The voices of the Eldar faded.
"Then this will be a real disaster from the physical world for the Warp."
The companion on the other side of the Eldar tribe spoke up.
“Is it really worth it?”
“You only get one chance.”
The Eldar spoke again in a serious tone, repeating, "Only once, if we are lucky, the Merciful One will injure Him severely - we may not be unable to try to obtain the fifth sword."
According to the legend of the Eldar, the Crone Swords are five sharp blades transformed from the five finger bones of the Eldar goddess Molai Heg.
It is said that when all five Crone Swords are gathered, the Eldar Death God will be resurrected, and the Eldar will then gain the power to kill Slaanesh.
But - the five Crone Swords, one of which is in the palace of Slaanesh.
You need to collect five Crone Swords to gain the power to defeat Slaanesh. At the same time, you need to go to Slaanesh's palace to collect all five swords.
Currently, the Midnight Sorrow Troupe does not know the whereabouts of the other four swords, but before this operation, the God of Laughter had already told the troupe's Big Clown that the fifth sword was with the Youngest Lady.
But now, the [God Above] who cut off many causes and consequences of fate is standing beside them.
It might be possible to give it a try and try to retrieve the sword when Slaanesh is severely damaged.
The Midnight Troupe of Woe is the most extreme of the Eldar, and their ultimate goal in life is to destroy Chaos and the Lady of Thirst.
The head of the troupe looked at the Death Jester in front of him and said thoughtfully. He glanced at the Primarch at their feet, who was bound by various chains and gravity fields, and then looked away without leaving a trace.
"—Destiny is coming. Please help me check on the [Fool]. He cannot mess up his dance steps at this time."
There were footsteps, and Corax judged that the Eldar who had been asking questions had left. The Primarch opened his eyes and sat up silently.
He saw the Eldar in front of him. The Eldar was not surprised at the Primarch's rise. The troupe leader was wearing an exaggerated black long leather coat with the hem and collar wide open, revealing the gaudy, clown-like plaid lining. The Eldar was now wearing a mocking pale mask with the crimson feathers on it raised high.
The Eldar looked at Corax, bowed deeply to him, and spoke magnificently,
"Guest outside of fate, welcome."
Corax said nothing, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face was pale.
"You must have many questions. Countless wonderful plays are happening on this stage. You just came from the backstage of a play that has ended to the backstage of a play that is just beginning."
[What happened to my brother?]
Corax suddenly spoke, his dark eyes fixed on the head of the Eldar Troupe.
[—Son of the Empire, what happened to Fulgrim? ]
The troupe leader looked at him, the mocking expression on his mask was particularly distorted at this moment.
'He has fallen'
The Eldar said,
"Now, he is about to hold a demon ascension ceremony on his Emperor's Pride, allowing himself to finally become the favorite of the Dark Prince."
Originally, complete depravity and ascension to a demon required a large number of sacrifices from the Primarch - either gene seeds or the torturous deaths of other lives, but now, it is clear that the Four Gods have relaxed their conditions.
Not only did they relax the conditions, they were even quite generous in bestowing their power.
Corax was as silent as a corpse, and he thought of the Alphas on the Spirit of Vengeance. He already understood everything.
[You need to use Fulgrim's demon-raising ritual and use him as bait.]
Corax spoke calmly, but there was one thing he didn't understand: who was "it"? Who was the Benevolent One
Vaguely, Corax remembered the prayer he had heard before he fell unconscious, but his thoughts stopped decisively before the word was mentioned.
He is the Lord of the Order of Silence.
Corax thought, the Primarch's brain was thinking rapidly, collecting all the information he had obtained. There are [Gods] in the Warp, but there are also [Above Gods] in the world. All of this, his brother's corruption, including Mortarion's transformation, were all caused by [Gods] and the Warp.
And now - all eyes are on Cadia, because it is where the Merciful is imprisoned.
Corax remained silent, now forced into the middle of another conspiracy, as the aliens hoped to use the human Fulgrim and the Lord of the Order of Silence to accomplish their own goals.
Corax felt the weariness of his soul, and his place in this drama as an uninvited guest was...
[I am also an unexpected bait, right? ]
Whether it is for the Lord of the Order of Silence or for the youngest goddess in the eyes of the elves.
Corax looked at the Eldar and chuckled. The Primarch's cold eyes were hidden under his messy hair. Corax spoke calmly. After experiencing this series of events, he felt hopeless.
[I can cooperate with you, but I want to go see Fugen. He is my brother, and I hope he can still be saved.]
Could this be a lie
Resuming updates! Yay! I'm still taking exams recently, so I'll resume daily updates first. I'm very sorry.
I'll update more during the winter vacation to make up for it.
(End of this chapter)