"Thank you, my supreme and merciful master, Miss Lostali, the messenger of the god of beauty, who shines like the moon of chaos!

The broad-faced Chaos Kugan hurriedly bent down in fanatical praise, his worn fishscale armor rustling under the intense movement. Probably because of the violent movement of the wound, his face twitched violently, and a pool of blood oozed from the bandage that wrapped his eyes, which made his head lie even lower.

"Stand down, my faithful warriors, and tonight I will keep you accompanied by two love-loving dancers of God, my faithful servants who will relieve you of the pain caused by the poisonous flames of the false gods. You must repay them with the vast love of the warriors, and love them well. If you do well, you might become the Chaos Knight of the Most Beautiful God, understand?"

The beautiful witch commander gently brushed her dark purple hair, and the magic pendant and delicate silver chain rippled with an indescribable luster on her white and perfect carcass. Her voice was sweet, seductive and magnetic, as if it was gently touching everyone's heart.

"Yes, thank you, Miss, for your kindness! I will give everything I humble to the glory of the god of beauty!"

The wounded Kugan warrior raised his head in ecstasy, his voice trembling with excitement. At the same time, two half-naked Chaos Dancers immediately gently lifted his body, snuggled up to the brave hundred-year-long and broad chest, and then slowly left with the ecstatic warrior. Roseali reclined on the throne, smiling as she watched them go, her beautiful eyes shining with an inscrutable glint.

The bronze and cypress altar was sixteen feet high, and the metal winged nude women formed its eight pillars, each with a different posture and an air of seduction, which seemed to bring the cold metal to life. Nine eight-foot-long giant scimitars carved with monsters and snakes spread gorgeously from the top of the altar, enclosing the ivory throne in the center of the altar, like the seductive flowers of death. Twelve Slaanesh witches with curly horns and beautiful carcasses stood solemnly around it with halberds in their hands, and there was no expression on their beautiful faces, only the silent whirlwind of magic fluctuations.

The ivory throne is carved with indescribable ornate patterns, and the beautiful female body and the vigorous demon snake are brought to life under the decoration of pure gold. One after another of the golden chains hung gracefully from the throne to the ornate gem collar of the Chaos Dancer who sat or lay on the altar, almost naked, their jade carcasses rippling seductively between the gold and silver chains, and their long blue and pink hair flowing like silk. They all looked at the young commander on the throne with adoring and enchanted eyes, like the stars that surrounded the full moon.

"Lord Lords' ......"

Suddenly, a young girl with a long blue ponytail raised her head boldly, her cheek resting lightly on Lordali's smooth knees, and her eyes showed a hint of anxious anticipation. Because of the movement, her collar collided with the chain, making a crisp sound, which made the surrounding Maihime look at it in surprise.

"Don't worry, my lovely Lelia, what you want to see will come soon. ”

Lorstari gently stroked the smooth cheek of the blue-haired girl, and soothed her anxiety with a gentle and sweet voice, not caring for her abruptness. Facing the ponytailed girl, the Chaos Witch who commanded the army suddenly showed an astonishing gentleness, as if she were a sister.

"En......"

The girl known as Lelia bowed her head slightly, her long silky blue hair hanging down from her fair bare back like a cloud in the wind. The golden pendant rustled over her plump, round breasts, glistening with magic. In fact, this girl is none other than the Chaos Dancer Relia---- who escaped from the battle of the Warriors, one of the two beautiful maids of Tiggal the Chosen One, and for some reason, she is now next to Lordari, and she doesn't seem to be blamed in the slightest.

"My bravest and most loyal warriors, the glorious warriors from the Northlands. Today, my reward for the mighty men has come to an end, for the Most High God, though merciful, is always clear in reward and punishment, and you know what I mean. ”

The purple-haired girl commander stood up lightly, and put her jade hand on the Nine Snakes Cross Sword at her waist, her voice was still sweet, but with indescribable force, as if a sharp needle prick suddenly rushed into everyone's heart.

"Salis, the supreme goddess of lust and beauty and art, is merciful and just, and she will grant untold pleasure and generosity to the faithful warriors, but she will punish those who dare to deceive and betray her, with fire and lightning. Now is the time to punish sinners, and I want you to keep your eyes open, warriors. ”

Her voice grew louder, and the wind swept her long purple hair like clouds before a thunderstorm. The huge square instantly became silent, and the witch commander's force expanded like an invisible mountain.

"Bring the five thousand men from the land of North North, Brett the Sinner!"

A thunderous voice responded to Lordali's questioning, and the mighty Grand Master stepped out of the formation on his armored Chaos Winged Lion, swinging his spear sharply. Almost instantly, two Chosen Knights of Slaanesh, dressed in purple heavy armor, grabbed a large man wearing a giant horned helmet, a red beard, and one hand that had mutated into a Chaos Giant Claw, pulled him out of the formation, and slammed him down under the ornate altar.

"Brett, do you understand your crime for disobeying my orders, sabotaging the plans of the Grand Priest, and tarnishing my noble and inviolable promises?"

The purple-haired beautiful girl drew her Nine Snake Sword with a thin sword, and the golden demon snake and the cold moon-like blade shone gorgeously in the sunlight. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the sinner under the altar with a cold expression, like a serpent about to prey.

"I know I may have violated the order, but the order that requires me to abandon the city where the Chaos War Banner was erected in front of the False God Believers is unacceptable to my sense of honor! I fought for a whole day with 4,000 warriors against tens of thousands of the best pawns of the Puppet Emperor, and then bravely broke out and saved a third of the warriors, and I returned to the battlefield first when the reinforcements of the Great Division War arrived, and fought bravely and almost broke through the enemy's position, so I lost almost all my remaining warriors, I am loyal to the Supreme God of Beauty, and I will also kill all the false god maggots of Grekino and sacrifice to her......"

The red-bearded man tried his best to defend himself, struggling hard, but the hands of the two Chosen ones pressed his shoulders like iron pincers, making it impossible for him to break free. Throbbing veins burst out of his face, and his bloodshot eyes widened wildly.