The slender man in black was a woman, but not human. Her long, dark black hair hung down to her waist, and at the bottom she was braided with golden spider and skull crests, and cyan gems glittered at the ends of the braids. The high-topped helmet, studded with blades and serpentine reliefs, was pressed low, the eaves of the helmet obscuring her eyes, revealing only the high bridge of her nose and blood-colored lips. Long pointed ears protrude from the sides of the helmet, and silver nude-female relief earrings are worn, and the exquisite carving is amazing.

A large black scale cloak, with upturned leather and silver-trimmed shoulder pads, the blades on the edge of which shone with the breath of death, and the body under the cloak was almost completely naked, only covered by small jewels with gold trim in key parts, and several black leather straps fastened rows of curved knives to her slender thighs and arms, giving her delicate and pale skin a special color.

Her dress is eerie, seductive, and uncanny, and it makes it clear that she is --- witch of the Dark Elf Cult of Pleasure, and a secret worshipper of the Slaanesh god Salis!

"It's good that your men are all right, because they are so precious, and each one is like a wine that appeals to the soul, and I can't bear to lose them. ”

The tall Slaanesh Chosen One smiled, and then gently grabbed the Dark Elf witch on the shoulder, but his eyes were directed at the Dark Elf scout women who stood silently on the sidelines, causing the beautiful witch to let out a reproachful and cautious sound.

"The most delicious wine, the faithful believers of the Most High God are in front of the warriors, is the champion warrior named Analair so incomprehensible?"

With this magnetic voice, her heavy scale cloaks fell gently, and the belts and throwing knives on her arms also fell off, and the beautiful dark elf witch showed her perfect ** unreservedly in front of the slacker Chosen One, her dark lips exhaled ** breath, and the moonlight shone on her smooth bare back tattooed with a leaping sea snake.

"Riga is not a fine wine, Riga is a brilliant jewel at the center of my soul, more than all fine wine and elixir. It is Analyre's happiness to be able to meet you, and it is also the greatest gift of the Supreme Beauty God of the Chaos High Heavens. ”

The Slaanesh Chosen One also replied to the Dark Elf shrine maiden named Riga in a magnetic voice, his giant hand tightly wrapped around the white and soft waist of the Dark Elf. So the dark elf laughed, her lips kissed Analyre's lips, a faint purple cloud of smoke rose from the two of them, and the scout dark spirit maids dressed in naked leather clothes also undressed one after another, joining the surging ** wave, the combination of passion and madness exuded the air of temptation, and the seal of Slaanesh covered everything with the sound of joy.

"By the way, my beautiful Liga, my servants have brought you a lovely gift, and you will be delighted. ”

About two hours later, the crazy ** came to an end. The tall Chosen One put on his cloak again and sat up with his beautiful female companion in his arms, his voice smiling.

"What a gift, you should know my special hobby!"

The naked, fair-skinned Dark Spirit Shrine Maiden reached out and wrapped her arms around the Chosen One's neck, and there was a strange smell in her laughter.

"Of course, it's something that suits your hobbies, it's a very rare gift that my loyal servants have retrieved from the battlefields in the south. ”

The Chosen One, named Analyre, kissed the naked-naked dark spirit on the raised cheek, then flicked his finger to the right, and two tall figures silently walked over, a black box in the middle of them, which seemed to be quite heavy.

"One, two, open the box and let Miss Lyca appreciate the rare gift that had been brought to her. ”

With Analyre's voice, two tall figures known as War Servants walked slowly, both wearing cylindrical closed copper helmets that covered their eyes and noses, revealing only thick lips covered with scars and the smell of death.

Their bodies are more than two meters tall and almost the same width as their height, with bulging muscles like steel. Thick black rings and belts with barbs were tightly wrapped around their arms, and the sharp iron fist blades were worn on the huge fists, but the chest was exposed, only a bronze heart shield was inlayed, and the lilac magic stone shone in the center of the heart guard.

Massive bone spurs protruded from behind their backs like sharp blades, and the shoulder armor with the symbol of the Chaos Eight-pointed Star was nailed into the shoulder with brass nails, attached to the barbed collar by a leather strap. The heavy tomahawk was dangled from his waist in a copper chain, dangling back and forth. It's all so weird, you can't tell if they're monsters or people.

The sound of metal crunched through the trees, and the large copper-rimmed leather box with black Chaos markings was opened, pouring out purple smoke. When the smoke cleared, a pink figure could be seen wrapped in purple tentacles, what was that?

"You brought me the little girl's maid Maiden, who slept so lovely, where did you get her, and are you not afraid of the wrath of your proud little master?"

The dark elf named Liga pressed her white chest in surprise, and stood up her naked-naked ** without hesitation. There was irrepressible joy in her voice, and the light and shadow of ** were beating wildly in her purple eyes.

"This is a surprise gift from my servant from outside the battlefield where the Southern Garrison once was, and this Maiden was one of the men who followed Rustal's cronies southward, and Rosali generously handed over her inspired maid Maiden to her cronies, but never to us outsiders. But Tiggal is dead, and Kraken is dead, and even my brave brother is dead! The three Chosen One of the Most High Beauty God died outside the little station, and who would have thought that the terrible ice bear was in the station! But the dancing queen did not die, and Teagar's body seemed to protect her, so in a wood, the war servants who had gone to look for my brother's relics found the ---- mutilated sleeping beauty. ”

Analaire's voice grew muffled, especially when he said "My brave brother," his cheeks twitched violently and his teeth clenched. His face could be clearly seen in the moonlight ---- the face of the Chosen One, who had died a month earlier at the hands of Lukin's battle axe, the Slaanesh Chosen Knight Abdel, who had turned out to be the elder brother of the brutal slayer!

"My dear Lyle, I know that you are still grieving for Abdel, but I believe that his soul must have returned to the paradise of the Most High God, and that he gave his life for the cause of the Most High God. I hope you can look down on all this, because dying in battle is the best gift for the darling of the Supreme Beauty God. ”

The dark-haired dark elf shrine maiden's smile vanished, and she hurriedly comforted the giant who was holding her in her arms in a gentle tone, her slender fingers swimming on the giant's chest with an aura of seduction.

"Lostari, the arrogant little bitch, has always been extremely discriminatory against us free warriors, and has deprived us shapers of the right to use the human body. ---What is particularly odious is that she has strangely forbidden anyone to kill the women and children of unbelievers, but has cultivated and brainwashed them, which is said to be her great idea......!

Analyre slammed his fist twice on the ground, suddenly unleashing a daring curse on Lordali, his handsome face with his foundation twisted in the rage, and you could see how deep the resentment was buried in the samurai's heart.

"Please do not utter blasphemous words, the will of the Supreme God of Beauty is unpredictable, and the grace of the Supreme God of Beauty naturally has her reason. ”

The beautiful dark elf shrine maiden hurriedly pressed her hand to Analyre's mouth, stopping him from making a possible blasphemous sound. She took a moment's breath, then continued her words in an eerie voice.

"That proud little girl will be punished, and her folly has long been a blasphemy, and one day I will cut open her beautiful body with my beloved poisonous blade, and sacrifice her to the sacred altar of the Most High God. It will be our glorious moment, won't it? Don't you have the courage? My Lyle?"

The voice of the Dark Elf Shrine Maiden became gloomy, and she casually stroked the sharp scimitars on both sides of her belt, her eyes flashing with murderous and cold light.

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