【You killed the Enchanted Warrior......】

【You killed the Enchanted Warrior......】

【Reward Assimilation Points ......】

The icy and pleasant chime kept ringing.

It further promoted Fu Qinghai's motivation to fight.

The pain of blunt blows is diluted.

The enchanted warriors fell one after another, and in the end, only Fu Qinghai was left, standing in the center of the corpses that had been built up in a circle covered in blood, panting slightly in his mouth.

It wasn't easy to take out more than thirty enchanted warriors, and if you had to compare, it was much more difficult than banishing the Father of Plague. The combination of demons and space marines achieves the effect that one plus one is greater than two. The Ulu metal armor and the eight evil spirits and demons could block the supernatural spiritual power of the subspace, but every thrash and every impact of the enchanted warrior landed firmly on Fu Qinghai's body.

It is 100% impossible for an Enchanted Warrior to harvest the Pure Genetic Seed, but the Assimilation Points awarded for killing an Enchanted Warrior are very large, far more than killing a Chaos Space Marine, or placing a demon alone. This discovery made Fu Qinghai feel a little comforted.

Fu Qinghai felt a little tired, and guessed in his heart that his body must have been covered with bruises at this moment, and the power armor quickly marked more than thirty minor bone cracks and joint soft tissue contusions in the retinal projection of the eyepiece, and the desperate virus had been activated, and the damaged parts were being silently repaired.

The eight demons in the battle armor were a good meal, but the psionic substances they absorbed were not fed back to Fu Qinghai to help him repair his body - this was deliberate, if the eight demons did this, the damage to the body would be repaired, which also meant that Fu Qinghai had accepted the erosion of chaos.

As of now.

He is he, and A is A.

Only rely on the real name blood pact to connect the control.

The two are distinct and not integrated.

"Whew, hiss, whew......"

Fu Qinghai silently adjusted his snort.

He felt both hearts pounding.

"Qingshan, are you tired?"

Chu Renmei asked faintly.

"But I'm still hungry, Aoyama."

Ga Coconut said in a hoarse voice.

"I still want it, Brother Aoyama."

Mimiko continued to say longingly.

"Tired? It's still early. ”

Fu Qinghai sneered and stood up.

Walk down the pile and continue towards the elevator.

Men can't say they're tired in front of female ghosts.

"Qingshan, you actually have a way."

Valak whispered in his ear:

"Zhang Yuning has made a restriction on this set of battle armor, this shackle is in your real name blood contract, you have the ability to break this shackles, and completely and forever merge with the battle armor. In this way, you will be able to gain greater power, and every trace of psionic power we absorb will be applied to you, and the wounds you have suffered will be recovered in the blink of an eye. ”

Fu Qinghai walked forward silently and did not speak.

"Think about it, Aoyama."

Valak continued to bewitch in his ears:

"How many demons have we devoured along the way? How much power have we absorbed? As long as you are willing to untie the shackles, all these powers are yours - they are yours originally, you created this armor, you killed those demons, and these powers should belong to you! Why use a suit of armor and a foreign object to exert these powers? ”

"Shut up, Valak."

Fu Qinghai said with a calm face.

"Okay, Aoyama."

Valak simply kept his mouth shut.

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

Pazuzu smiled hoarsely and said:

"You'll unleash our power, Aoyama."

……

At this moment, the bridge of the Eternal Crusade.

The Black Templars led by Sigismund are facing off against the Black Legion soldiers led by Abaddon. Their armor and capes were soaked in blood, and the mangled corpses and flames of the Space Marines on both sides were scattered throughout the hall, which was made of white stone and black steel.

"So."

Sigismund nodded and said:

"You're finally going back."

His men had fought fiercely, and were now covered in blood and exhausted. But the same is true of the warriors across from them. Many people were out of breath and bleeding.

Abaddon's body was also covered in blood, and the soul of the soul that had died at the hands of Abaddon was now surrounding him, not to be seen or heard. The aura of pain like smoke was pulled by the subspace, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Abaddon stepped forward to face him and motioned for his men to lay down their weapons, as did Sigismund for his own subordinates. Both sides obeyed their commander's orders, and the bridge suddenly fell into an eerie silence, while the Eternal Expeditionary Force was still trembling and burning.

Vengeful spirits also rolled in the void, flames, ice, and air flowed from wounds, and the guns screamed silently at the darkness. The Spirit of Vengeance is confronting several smaller ships, turning to each enemy ship in turn, methodically dismantling it with a light spear. The laser beams that streaked through space were as dazzling as the arcs of the Terra sun.

"Don't force me to do it."

Abaddon said with pathos in his eyes:

"Don't force me to kill you."

He even dropped his long sword, and the weapon fell to the floor with a crashing sound of steel:

"You can't have existed for so many centuries without seeing the truth, Sigismund? The empire of humanity is ours, and we have fought for it all our lives, building it with our own blood, sweat and courage. The Emperor built this empire with the bones of our brothers as the foundation! ”

Sigismund looked at Abaddon calmly, unmoved, and said lightly:

"When you force the Empire to submit to you, you lose the right to speak for it. If you really love the Empire as much as you claim to be, Ezekell, you won't push it to the brink of destruction. ”

Abaddon spread out his power claws, the tip of which swept over all the Space Marines in the room, and said impassionedly:

"We are the Emperor's Angels!"

Abaddon's voice was deafening:

"We didn't rebel to vent that little bit of resentment, Sigismund. We rose up to fight because we were fooled by our masters. We're the tools he uses to bring the galaxy to its knees, but when we're done, he'll purge us from the Empire, just as he did with the Thunder Warriors! He will erase us from history as much as he scrapes off the stains of his golden shoes! ”

Sigismund was as calm as a statue, and there was still no expression on his resolute face:

"Some of you are convinced that you have fallen out of favor because of those pure and noble ideals. You put yourself in prison and repeat these words to yourself, but nothing will change. You've been making noise, Ezekell, but do I look like I'm listening to your chatter? ”

"No mercy, no fear, no regrets."

Abaddon shook his head and sighed to laugh at himself:

"Those whose thinking is so simple and pure that they do not give rise to any doubts are happy."

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

Sigismund also raised the black sword in his hand.

A decisive battle is about to begin.

……

Cayan made his way to the deck of the Eternal Crusade through the teleportation beacon that the Black Legion Space Marines had set up earlier, and drew a snow-white longsword, forged from the sword fragments of St. Giles and the crystal statue of St. Giles, which Cayan named "Sacramenton".

Cayan did not tell Abaddon about his arrival, knowing that at this moment Abaddon was facing what might be the most formidable foe of his life, Sigismund. Cayan didn't want to let off-court factors interfere with this crucial matchup, and he had to face the black-armored fighter alone.

After teleporting here, Cayan found that the Black Legion soldiers had left a teleportation beacon behind and rushed to the bridge, where he encountered armed mortal crews and some Space Marines looking to retake the area.

Cayan raised his hand to prop up a psionic shield to block the shoulder-fired missiles they fired. Before the explosion could dissipate, Cayan made a move, and a bolt of psionic lightning leaped through a line of armed sailors. The two black templar space marines roared and rushed over, and suddenly a yin fire floated around them, and the flames directly penetrated the armor flesh and ignited the souls, and the space marines screamed and fell to the ground and rolled to the ground. Kayan ignored them and glared back, the body of a Space Marine, who had tried to sneak up on him, withered and decrepit, trembling and barely able to hold the sword in his hand.

"Huh!"

Cayan turned around and shook the sword in his hand, the sword forged from the fragments of the Sword of St. Giles, easily sinking into the opponent's power armor, and then halved his entire chest.

As the Chaos wizard of Tzeentch Chosen Azak Ahriman himself admitted, second only to Ahriman in the Legion of the Thousand Sons, Kayan dealt with these enemies with ease as if he were leisurely chopping melons and vegetables, without spending too much action at all, and even the demon lynx and spirit chicks he raised did not need to follow, he killed all the enemies alone.

Only then did he begin to cast his spell, taking out the ritual dagger that the Titzcas were accustomed to, wielding and slicing through the air and chanting with a faint glow.

This area is already on the outskirts of the Eye of Fear, and the reality barrier is relatively weak, and in this bloodthirsty battlefield of destruction, the curtain is even thinner. Kayan was able to tear open the curtain and guide Tzeentch to the real universe without much force, which was easier than summoning any demon before, and Kayan could do it easily.

……

Fu Qinghai had just stepped onto the upper deck.

I heard a shout in the distance:

"Advent! Dense...... Kryas! ”

Hear that familiar name.

Fu Qinghai immediately tensed his nerves.

Someone is summoning the Tzeentch Devil to descend!

The idea just came to mind.

"See you again, Aoyama!"

A familiar evil voice rang in my ears.

Fu Qinghai turned around and swung it away with one claw.

But there was no haptic feedback.

"Oh, I didn't hit."

The voice chuckled defiantly.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look around, and after a moment the entire deck was enveloped in damp fog and greasy darkness, and a wisp of shadow appeared on the floor and walls, the shadows kept changing, claws, curved horns, fangs, and forked tails...... There is absolutely nothing that can be defined as a form.

It's the familiar Misty Kryas.

"What? I ran away with my tail between my legs like a defeated dog, and now I still have the face to pretend in front of me? As long as you are shameless enough, can you become a big demon? ”

Fu Qinghai looked around and said with a sneer.

"Giggles......

Hidden in the mist, he laughed:

"It's a different story now, Aoyama."

Fu Qinghai suddenly rushed forward and quickly pulled out his claws, but he only grabbed a cloud of mist, the palm of his hand was empty, and the thick fog drifted away from between the claw blades, and it also ushered in the ridicule of Tzeentch Demon:

"Ho, I didn't catch it, Qingshan."

Then he roared:

"Arrow of Usurpation!"

His will and wrath converged into a scorching red dimensional flame, few of which could resist the corrosive energy of the usurpping light, the Tzeentch fire that could turn enemies into writhing mutant flesh or roll up rainbow-colored swirls of ash. However, the flame arrow struck the Uru metal shell, but nothing happened.

"That's it?"

Fu Qinghai spread his hands and said suspiciously.

"It hurts to death, tear him apart, Aoyama!"

The eight demons in the armor were all crying out in pain.

"Don't be in a hurry, Aoyama."

Tzeentch glides and swims through the fog, then splits into two and two into four...... Soon, nine distorted and changing shadows appeared in the dense fog, and they surrounded Fu Qinghai, whispering in his ear in unison, making it impossible to tell which one was the deity.

Hallucination?

Fu Qinghai frowned at these shadows.

The Tzeentch Demon is good at creating illusions, and he has the Asgardian artifact of the Warlock's Eye to break the illusion, but at this time, in the field of vision of the psionic eyepiece, the nine Tzeentch Demons are emitting psionic light - indicating that each Tzeentch Demon is alive, and this is a clone, not an illusion.

Then kill them all!

Fu Qinghai pounced on a cloud of shadows and pretended to attack this clone, and at the same time, the batwing behind him "clattered" and began to cut, suddenly attacking another clone next to him. But I saw that the doppelganger suddenly exploded into a puff of purple flames, retracted into the deck and disappeared, and the batwing hook and claw plunged into the ground and splashed sparks.

Teleportation? Across terrain?

Fu Qinghai's half of the bat's wings were pulled out of the deck.

"Hey, ghosts flickering."

The clone slowly rose from another position on the deck, and nine Tzeentch demons swayed around Fu Qinghai, and said with a mouthful of nonsense:

"The usurpation arrow represents the Tzeentch Crimson Flame, and the ghost flicker represents the Tzeentch Violet Flame. The Tzeentch Flame is endless, as well as the Tzeentch Emerald Flame that gives you magical powers, and the Tzeentch Blue Flame that twists your flesh and blood to change your form at will. Want to know the secret, Aoyama? ”

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

Fu Qinghai's cold gaze scanned the surroundings.

"Hahahaha......"

Tzeentch erupted in a burst of laughter:

"I've been watching you, Aoyama, all the time. I watched you banish that stupid dog from Samus, and I watched you banish that fat pig from Kugas. You think you're invincible, but I see your fatal flaws. ”

A fatal flaw?

Fu Qinghai looked at the shadows around him.

recalled how Zhang Yuning dealt with Yu Yu for the first time.

At that time, almost all of Zhang Yuning's evil spirits and demons were earthbound spirits, and they turned the captain's room of the Suzheng into a haunted house, and that space could be regarded as the reckless evil realm of the Queen of Resentful Spirits.

Now, the eight demons are all bound to the goblin armor, which certainly solves the defect that the earthbound spirit cannot move, and the defense and attack power of the goblin warframe, including the agility multiplier of the power provided, are ridiculously strong, but the goblin warframe has lost the ability to expand and generate a domain. Without long-range attack means and range attack methods, there is no way to stop the myriad of psionic magic.

Is this what he calls a flaw?

"You left your territory with those eight Chaos Demons to find a way to crack it, but you didn't think that without your protection, the people in that sector would be as fragile and pitiful as the playthings in my hands, which is really selfish."

The laughter was sticky and slippery.

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

Fu Qinghai thought to himself:

I've got the back of it.

And yet it seemed to know what he was thinking.

"What do you think those two poor psionics can do, Aoyama? Hee-hee, you don't know yet, do you? ”

He waved his hand in the thick fog and cast a halo.

"Look, Aoyama Khan."

In the thick fog, such a picture emerged:

The villa where Fei Yi lived was shattered in a surreal tear. Nine soul grinders descended into the real universe through the subspace rift, and they went on a rampage to destroy the food reserves in the agricultural world, and the anti-subspace tactical team had no choice. It wasn't until Chen Xinxue and Chen Xinlu appeared together that they finally stabilized the situation and killed several demon engines by the way. However, just as the two sisters were about to kill the remaining demon engines in one go, Chen Xinlu suddenly turned around with a sinister smile on her face, and struck back, plunging her staff deep into her sister's chest.

The picture freezes in this moment.

Why did Chen Xinlu backstab Chen Xinxue?

Fu Qinghai was slightly stunned when he saw this scene.

Take advantage of the moment when he was stunned.

Nine Tzeentch demons surrounded Fu Qinghai.

Nine pairs of eyes lit up in the dark mist.

locked his eyes on Fu Qinghai.

"Psionic Drain!" (a.k.a. "Thought Leech")

The sudden severe headache instantly filled Fu Qinghai's entire mind, making him cry out in pain and then kneeling on one knee with his head in his hands. The sharp pain came and went suddenly, and the ghost armor reacted instantly, cutting off and devouring the wisp of psionic tentacles that had penetrated Fu Qinghai's thoughts, and a fierce and sharp cry similar to that of a bird sounded in the sticky mist of phantom.

Nine black shadows become one.

"Squeak-"

Fu Qinghai seized this opportunity, jumped up with both claws, and pounced on the Tzeentqi Demon with a "whoosh", the blue claws waved together, and the tip of the claw blade finally touched a trace of entity, and then several streaks of blood could be seen floating in the mist.

"Bang!"

Tzeentch teleported and vanished again.

Kayan, who had been hiding in the thick fog and secretly observing, was slightly shocked into a cold sweat when he saw this scene. Just now, he wanted to take advantage of the moment when the black-armored warrior knelt on the ground and decisively took the other party's life, but he didn't expect that Tzeentki's trick "Spiritual Energy Absorption" did not achieve the expected effect at all - stealing the opponent's spiritual power and causing coma and even death. On the contrary, he almost seized the opportunity to complete the counter-kill.

"I was the one who almost shredded."

Cayan had a chill at the thought of this.

I couldn't help but shrink back again.

He continued to swim around the deck, accompanied by hissing and painful moans, like an injured animal, wary and nervous. Fu Qinghai ignored him, and raised a claw to his own eyes and put it in front of him, carefully admiring the wisp of demonic blood on the tip of the claw, the viscous blood flickering and shattering.

Then, he made an unexpected move - he stretched out a finger and claw and put it into the slowly cracking mouth of the sharp teeth, closed his mouth and savored the aftertaste.

"The blood of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Transformations tastes good."

The black-armored warrior's tone was leisurely, as if he was tasting some kind of delicious delicacy. Cayan can imagine how angry and even hysterical he would be when he heard this.

"Aoyama !!"

Tzeentch howled and cast a spell with a wave of his claws.

Tzeentch's flames burst through the fog and struck.

"Boom!"

The black-armored warrior flapped his batwing and smashed through the demonic flames and violently recoiled, and plunged a claw into the body of Tzeentch the Great Demon, and the shadow in the dense fog rolled violently and twisted and pulled, and the terrible and hoarse cry went straight to the sky, like a slaughtered rooster. Fu Qinghai kept thrusting his claws into the thick fog.

"Phew-"

The thick fog that covered the entire deck began to dissipate, and Tzeentch began to take on its true form—a giant blue feathered demon with wings on the back of a bird-headed man. He was desperately struggling to get rid of Fu Qinghai's sharp claws, his two claw toes kept kicking, his wing feathers fell off one after another, and the hand holding the staff was cut off by a claw shoulder-to-shoulder as soon as he was raised, and the painful wails in the bird's beak became more and more harsh.

The colorful mist in the surrounding air was absorbed like a whirlpool tornado, which was used to repair the damage on Tzeentki's body, and his vision gradually became clearer. However, this replenishment speed was not comparable to the speed at which the ghost armor was cut and absorbed, and the gorgeous blue feathers gradually fell off and became ugly and mottled, and the struggling movements became weak.

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

Blood was coughing up from the beak of the huge blue bird, a long tongue was hanging at the edge of his mouth, and his body was shattered and on the verge of collapse under the cutting of the claws, and his appearance was extremely miserable. Yet the Tzeentch Demon was still laughing miserably:

"You've already lost, haha, you're too late!"

It's too late, what does that mean?

Fu Qinghai's movements paused slightly.

The Demon Lord of Changeability raised a finger weakly.

Trembling and pointing in the direction of the bridge overhead:

Sigismund ......

Fu Qinghai only paused for a second, then leaned over again and plunged his claw into Tzeentki's chest, and the claw blade stabbed deeply into the heart of the Demon Lord of All Changes, convulsing violently in pain. The eight evil spirits in the armor were all greedily feasting on the psionic origin material that made up the body of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Changes.

Sigismund is falling?

This news did not stop Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai admired Sigismund, but to be honest, he didn't have much personal friendship with the Black Sword Master, and he couldn't play with the Black Templar's group of religious fanatics, the Space Crusaders. Suppose two options are in front of him:

1. Save Sigismund.

2. Break the subspace storm.

If one of the two options can only be chosen, then Fu Qinghai will inevitably choose the second option, killing the initiator of the Misty Kryas, breaking the subspace storm, saving the Iron Floating Massacre, and the Marquez King's Zone.

So he didn't hesitate for a moment.

Continue to blast and kill Tzeentki's great demons.

Fu Qinghai knew this.

He knows this too.

Therefore, this Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Transformations wants to use his life as a price to force Fu Qinghai to not appear at that time and place in the prophecy, and to force Fu Qinghai to be unable to prevent Abaddon from killing Sigismund? Is that so?

"Everything was planned."

The sound is getting weaker and weaker:

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

Tzeentch had given up resisting at this moment.

However, just as his voice fell.

As the process of the war had become weaker and weaker, the curtain of reality was suddenly easily opened, and a subspace rift suddenly opened beside Fu Qinghai. An arc leaped above a pair of blasphemous iron wings, sulfur smoke billowed around an unclean true body, and with a scream of chaotic waste, a long shadow hanging high in the air swung a smoldering hammer and struck.

Fu Qinghai subconsciously crossed his arms to resist.

"Bang!"

Unable to resist this unrivaled force in the slightest, it was instantly smashed by the huge forging hammer, flew out of Tzeentch's body, flew upside down and rolled for one or twenty meters, knocking down a pile of debris and corpses on the deck.

Fu Qinghai hurriedly climbed up and looked.

A hunchbacked, iron-gray demon stood beside his tattered body. The demon has a pair of round yellow eyes like light bulbs, a pair of demonic curved horns that curve downward, a tall, slender body, and an iron tail with spines.

Lord of the Ten Thousand Furnaces, God of the Machine, Vashtor!

Fu Qinghai was shocked to recognize this chaotic demigod.

After Vashtor hit Fu Qinghai with a hammer, he did not continue the pursuit, but stood beside him with a pestle and a hammer, and solemnly proclaimed in a serious and serious tone:

"Tzeentch, Lord of Change, Misty Kryas, failed to fulfill his promised share of souls to bring back the item for me. According to the three oaths of the Iron Pact, Kryas will be free from the Lord of Change. I will be the new master of Kriyas, enslave and drive him until he pays off his soul debt once and for all, and then he will be free! ”

After reading this paragraph, Vashtor casually pulled back his hand, and pulled the tzeentch, whose body was so broken and looming, that only a breath was hanging, into the crack behind him. The eight demons in the goblin armor let out a reluctant and angry roar. Fu Qinghai looked behind him and saw the smoke billowing from the chimneys and the non-stop forging workshop.

"Kriyas is a piece of rubbish, and I can't bring back what I want, so I'll have to pick it up myself. Aoyama Khan, I've been following you for a long time. ”

The King of the Soul Furnace looked at Fu Qinghai with his eyes like bright lights, and said in a low voice. Step by step, the giant demon approached, and as he stepped onto the floor of the real universe, all the technological products on this deck, whether old or new, began to burst into malfunctioning sparks and arcs, and equipment, weapons, and communication systems were not spared.

Fu Qinghai took a step back.

Vashtor, this is not a big devil.

This is a serious Chaos Demigod!

And just looking at the intricate and complex mechanical structures on his body, the entire body does not have much flesh and blood, and is almost entirely composed of machinery, just like the oil guy in the devil. I don't know if the Saron Evil Iron can split these mechanical parts, and even if it can, can the evil spirits and demons absorb half of the soul?

Vashtol looked down greedily at Fu Qinghai.

More precisely, to be more precise.

It was the thing that looked down at the inside of his body.

A very amazing high-dimensional parasite.

Fu Qinghai put on a posture of being ready for battle.

Why did Vashtor mix this matter?

He still hasn't figured it out. It's not the forty-second millennium, and Vasztor hasn't stayed in his soul furnace at this time to be his black-hearted factory owner and demonic capitalist, so why do you come to the eye of fear to make a fuss? What does it matter to you whether Abaddon dies or not? What does it matter to you whether Sigismund dies or not? What does everything happen here have to do with you?

Just when this big war was about to break out.

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, the fragile barrier of reality was violently torn apart again, blood-red light piercing the rift and continuing to agitate and expand, thick and hot blood pouring out of the rift and covering the deck.

"He's a man of torture!"

A roar came from inside the rippled crack.

Then a large red pointed head poked out.

Fu Qinghai recognized this face in an instant.

King of Boiling Brass Akashnet!

The Sadistic Demon who almost befell the Burning Horse.

Little by little, Akashnett squeezed out the subspace rift. It's a standard bloodthirsty maniac, it's the embodiment of war, a giant of murder and wrath. Its arms were as thick as a Space Marine's body, and connected to a broad chest covered with brass scales, with a pair of crouching anti-articulation legs underneath, thick leather wings growing from its back, its flesh pale red, like molten brass emitting a dazzling phosphorescence, licked by the deepest fiery red flames.

"He's a man of torture!"

"I'm afraid to take him away!"

The King of Boiling Brass roared again and emphasized:

"Go back to your soul crucible, Vashtor!"

A large number of vamplets, tyrannical beasts, and flesh hounds followed the Sadistic Demons from the cracks in the real universe, and the Sadistic Demon Army occupied almost half of the deck.

What the is going on?

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

However, a wave of unevenness has arisen again and again.

"Aoyama, I'll help you!"

A cold and familiar voice sounded behind Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai turned his head to see that a graceful figure wearing a close-fitting white spirit bone battle armor swung out of the battleship passage, and the howling banshee led a group of spirit warriors to arrive, fire dragons, assault scorpions, dimensional spiders, and fierce avengers......

Yes? When did they come aboard?

Fu Qinghai was dumbfounded.

Didn't the old prophet say no?

That's when it happened.

"Tear it up—"

The curtain of reality was torn open again.

Fu Qinghai's whole body was already numb.

Who the fuck is it this time?

Swift hooves roared, steady and confident, the purple demon who strode out of the indulgence, accompanied by one cheer after another, was shrouded in the aura of blessing like a halo of the dark prince. Amidst its enchanting charm and vertiginous hallucinogenic scent, the subspace demon disguises its true form with supernatural appearances. Muscular bodies are adorned with jewels that seal the souls of the finest of their victims, razor-sharp claws smeared with brightly colored paint.

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

"Aoyama, Aoyama Khan~"

The Purple Demon giggled and spoke:

"We've been looking for you for a long, long time."

Behind him/her, a group of lustful horses swarmed out, half of the deck instantly engulfed in the pink scent of fat powder and the sound of glamour.

"He is the man of Slaanesh."

"The Prince of Pleasure asked him by name."

The Great Keeper of the Secret looked proudly at the Lord of the Ten Thousand Furnaces:

"Go back into the Invisible Waste, Vashtor."

"Who are you?"

Fu Qinghai asked numbly.

"The Scourge of the Remnants of Beauty Kinog."

The Great Keeper turned his head and said softly:

"One of my desires once possessed your Star Speaker, and then ...... Hmph, your psionics ruthlessly and brutally banished her, have you forgotten about it, bad man? ”

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

suddenly looked up at Fu Qinghai's back.

There stood a group of Ark Spirit soldiers.

"Wow, wow, Aoyama ......"

The evil of remnant beauty suddenly lit up:

"You're too polite, aren't you, and you prepared a gift for me?"

The faces of all the Ark Spirit Clan masks changed drastically.

…………

(End of chapter)