In the crowded hall, a loud symphony was playing, the strings were vibrating, and the magnificent music was flowing out.
"oh!"
The noble lady who was dressed in complicated and heavy clothes uttered a cry of surprise. She seemed to be touched suddenly, and the pendants on her head swayed as she staggered, flashing with starlight.
Upon seeing this, the men around her immediately stepped forward to comfort the frightened woman. The woman raised her glass with a smile and responded to the men's flattery in a pretentious tone.
"Hush."
With a ferocious and stiff smile, his index finger stood up.
The tall, grim-smiling foreigner passed by the woman and man who were chatting and laughing, and the corner of her long dress lightly brushed the woman's heavy hem.
But the few of them seemed to be completely unaware of the aliens and passed by them like a clown's dance.
In the crowd under the dazzling crystal headlights, the clown's exaggerated and incongruous costumes were like fish swimming through a rapids, silently and unnoticed.
Those who came to attend the coronation ceremony of the Primarch raised their glasses to celebrate. Between the cups, the nobles' stupid game of power continued. Even if the galaxy collapsed, they could hide on their own planets and rely on bowing to the legion in exchange for their decadent lives.
For these local tyrants, who is in power and who is in authority is not something they need to worry about.
This is no different from their previous life of extravagance and debauchery. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, it will be like this in the future, and it will be like this for their descendants...
Sweet and hypocritical, every word of the speech turned into vague moans, between the dance steps, the soft waterfall-like skirt turned into well-tanned leather, pieces of flesh embraced each other, and under the remaining hair, the eyes as black as spider eyes were looking around in confusion.
The clown in front paused and looked through the archway that separated the hall from the corridor. Pink armor crisscrossed the corridor, blocking their progress.
The Eldar looked back and saw that the clown in the lead was wearing clothing that was completely different from that of his race. On the pitch-black cloth, silver and bright green lightning patterns exploded randomly.
He raised his hand and made a few random gestures.
With his gesture, killing began.
Countless Eldar that were lurking in the demonic tide suddenly rose up. They danced in the crowded hall with big movements, their skinny arms raised, and the single fiber metal wires that covered the entire hall suddenly contracted.
In a flash, a cold light flashed in the air!
The last end of the thread, stained with blood, was put into the Harlequin's Kiss, and the battle was over.
Without any hesitation, the Harlequins immediately left the hall and rushed into the corridor, trying to deal with the guards of the Emperor's Children as quickly as possible. Those fools who didn't know what was happening were left behind by the Eldar.
Throughout the hall, people, or demons, stood there trembling slightly, as if they didn't know what was happening.
"Honey?"
The end of the woman's words trembled slightly, and she looked at the noble man opposite her. His smile seemed to be slightly misplaced, but then, the woman's eyeballs bulged out, and liquefied flesh and blood gushed out of her body. Intense pain exploded from her bone marrow, and before Bliss caught up with her, this beautifully dressed ball of flesh turned into pieces of varying sizes, and fell to the ground with a scream.
Sporadic gunshots from grenade launchers could be heard from even farther away, but in the dead silent hall, only liquefied organs and bones remained, and thick, smelly blood covered the entire ground, flowing quietly.
A hazy purple light spilled out from the chandelier covered with human skin, and blood slowly began to flow regularly.
One foot stepped on the blood.
One minute and thirty-five seconds after the advance team left, the Harlequin team escorting the baits (including the Primarch) arrived here. The human baits looked at everything in front of them in horror, and their muscles and stomachs spasmed involuntarily.
If they look carefully, they may be able to find their relatives, lovers, or even children in this pool of blood.
People were on edge as they walked over the liquefied corpses, trembling. The intense fear and tension made them call out more devoutly—calling for the coming of God.
"Praise to Hades," "I give you everything I have - please give me peace." "Hades, put out all this." "Hades! Save Xiao Liya's soul, she didn't mean to come here."
Corax listened silently to the people's cries. In addition to the prayers for help, the cries were also mixed with heartbreaking content.
The Primarch turned around and saw a white-haired old man calling out to Hades, hoping that he would grant his fallen family members rest in peace.
Tears glistened in the mortal's eyes, and he seemed to want to throw himself to the ground to gather up the pieces of meat scattered on the ground, but he was stopped by the elves guarding him, who pushed him with guns. The old man had no choice but to be pushed away by the crowd with tears in his eyes.
Do those utterly depraved souls still have a chance to rest in peace
Corax couldn't bear to look any longer and cast his gaze towards the flesh and blood that had just been wriggling. As a layer of faint darkness descended, the uneasy presence in them disappeared, and the entire hall was quickly shrouded in a layer of gray.
Until now, the Primarch has been cautious and has not chosen to use that title. His heart has been warning him that the threat posed by the "Foolish One" to the Primarch is not low.
Like an approaching storm, the Primarch felt the restless pressure. In Corax's ears, the tearful prayers alternated between high and low, buzzing in a trance. The hazy purple color quickly faded, replaced by a cold, numbing gray without any emotion.
This is a sign before the storm.
This is a glance from which He cast His gaze.
Corax glanced at the Eldar who were urging the baits to move forward. Without any hesitation, the Primarch's figure disappeared instantly, just like a black shadow beside a swaying candle, disappearing in an instant.
The Harlequin who caught the breath of the Primarch turned his head and saw a corner of Corax's shadow, but the shadow quickly left.
The clown was speechless as he contacted the unicorn, the one who played the role of Pluto.
"He ran away. His location is in the lobby of the first deck in the lower cabin."
"Don't worry about him."
At the other end, the one-horned man who had chopped off the Emperor's Child's head with his sickle in hand said calmly,
They no longer had the manpower to control a Primarch, and asking the Primarch himself to pray in the Warp was absurd. The Harlequins only needed to lead Corax to the Pride of the Emperor, and leave the rest to the Primarch's alluring spirit.
The unicorn with a dark face lowered its scythe. Pluto, Pluto... Ah Pluto... He called out that name deep in his heart. Warm tears of blood flowed down the narrow and crowded corridor. The remains of countless children of the Emperor piled up in the corners, wailing like the bleeding wall and sounding a mixture of crying and laughing.
But as my eyes flickered, those corpses with tentacles and crab claws just lay there quietly, with a decadent fragrance emanating from their flowing blood.
This place has been severely eroded by the warp.
The One-Horned realized that if the Primarch's coronation ceremony was truly completed, then part of the Emperor's Pride would literally sink into the palace of Slaanesh.
This news did not make Dujiao depressed. On the contrary, wild joy began to beat violently along with the heart that did not belong to him.
The connection with the Youngest Lady here is so close, the scheming, the might... everything pales in comparison to the power of the Lord of the Underworld, whose power is so simple and crude, yet so generous... The Prince of Darkness cannot escape.
The unicorn wanted to let out a high-pitched laugh, but the role he played did not allow him to release himself in this way.
The Eldar stood there calmly, looking at the tightly closed door in front of him. At the other end, the high-pitched words of praise from the host of the Emperor's Children could be heard.
Unicorn knew that the other side of the door might be a complete replica of the six rings of Slaanesh - or even, maybe a part of that side had already fallen into the abyss of desire...
Flesh and blood, human skin, love-inducing potions, and piled-up human bodies, he could imagine it. Of course he could imagine the scene on the other side. The Unicorn would not be surprised by this, as it was just a remnant of the old image of the elves.
Among the rotting corpses, Unicorn adjusted his clothes, his heart beating, reminding him how a true god would act. He stepped out solemnly, and his companions followed him. Behind them, the dark behemoth, hungry and never satisfied, was walking towards this end.
They have already won.
Hades has already remembered Slaanesh, Unicorn thought. To Hades, this strange psychic power is like a bright gem shining in the dark galaxy, dazzling and brilliant.
For such greedy things, He will come to chase this beautiful illusion.
For him, Dujiao smiled and pushed open the door, feeling the power in front of him that made his soul scream, and the gaze behind him that made his soul feel like it was falling into an icy cave.
All that was left was for him to laugh at Slaanesh with all his might before sacrificing himself.
Praise Xi Gaoqi, praise Pluto!
The unicorn pushed open the door, and his voice seemed to overlap for a moment with the god he was trying his best to imitate.
"traitor!"
He shouted this sentence, but then, the magnificent music and bright light in the door section dazed him for a moment.
He saw Fulgrim standing on the platform, accepting everyone's praise and glancing at him casually.
No, vomiting soul...
(End of this chapter)