"You shouldn't do that."

"You have to do it."

"My brother, don't be bothered by the demon in your mind, it's just a clown who jumps off the beam, don't pay too much attention to him, there's no need, you don't need to pay attention to him at all. Follow your own heart so that you can be saved. ”

"Shut up, you dead idiot, shut your mouth for me."

Listening to the words in his head, Fogrem sat down on the soft throne with a blank face.

The chatter and chatter of words in his head, these two voices would continue to be noisy in his head, and he was playing with his fingers as expressionlessly as usual.

Fogrem didn't really have any interest in this rebellion anymore.

After losing his body, he lost all pursuit of honor. If it hadn't been for Lorgar's stubborn drag of him out of Slaanesh's palace this time, he wouldn't have come to Terra at all.

What's so fun about attacking Terra? No matter how fun it is, how can you be with Ncali?

(Encali was a human on Old Terra, an actress with serious style problems named Sasha Gray.) Indulging in lust and pleasure, the projection of her soul in subspace eventually became sentient and became a being beyond imagination. Immediately after becoming aware of her presence, she senses a disturbance in the subspace - Slaanesh is about to be born, and immediately realizes that she is her future master. So Nkari waited patiently for the arrival of the newborn deity, and then did not hesitate to dedicate himself to her. He also has another eldest sister named Slaanesh, the queen of magic. ）

Boredom, Fogham stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to touch the Flame Blade that he had been carrying with him, but he soon found out, and remembered again, that the Flame Blade had been thrown by himself and thrown into the ethereal subspace.

The Flame Blade was the best gift that Pherosmarus gave him, and in return he gave Ferus Malus an exquisite warhammer, the so-called Furnace Breaker.

Thinking of this, Furim's face, which had always been wearing a lazy smile, began to slowly appear with expressions of nostalgia and remorse.

If he was given another chance to choose, no matter what the consequences of this opportunity would eventually bring him, he would choose to come to his senses when he was about to swing the blade of flames, even if this might allow himself to be smashed in the head with a hammer by the fierce "snake-haired old witch" Ferrus Malus, who was full of only fighting and killing.

How he wished that it was himself who died at that time, and not that this genetic brother of his own, the eternal best friend.

Because if you had died at that time, you would never have to endure such torture again.

"Great Father, there is an enemy approaching this way!" Listening to the words from the genetic heirs around him, Fogham frowned slightly and didn't say much, just waved his hand casually and continued to watch the farce staged by millions of residents of the nest under the throne.

A large number of Astartes, the emperor's son, stood on a high makeshift platform, constantly pouring the pink powder from the iron bucket in his hand, allowing the pink powder to float back and forth in the air.

And as the pink powder kept wafting, the air gradually filled with a sweet smell.

Fogham smelled the smell, and the smile on his face became even stronger, and his scaly snake body began to writhe subconsciously.

"Honey!" Encali's voice came from behind him, and the smile on Forgrim's face became brighter, and he shook his body and quickly hugged the magic queen who appeared behind him.

"Why are you here?"

"I happened to be passing by, so I came to see you."

"What game are you playing? Or are there not enough of the "clothes" around you. ”

"Oh, it's just a small favor, after all, my father is too strong-willed. If I don't help, dear Horus will fail. Folgrim's face was full of indifference, and it was clear that he didn't really care if Horus would succeed or fail, and he helped out, just to pay off the favor he owed Horus.

"Are you really not going to help?" A flash of red light flashed in Encari's eyes. Her purpose here was obviously to have other meanings than to catch up, and her main purpose was to get Vogrim into battle, not to stay in the rear and fish.

After all, this time for all the Chaos Demons, there was nothing more meaningful than taking down the absolute hard bone of the Human Empire.

And because of the emperor's will, these Chaos Demons have no way to directly join the frontal battlefield, they can only play on the edge like Fogham, which is very interesting!

"Don't use any spells on me, it doesn't make any sense. Everything I could do in this war has been done, what I should have gained and what I should have lost has been gained and lost, and what is left of this war has no meaning to me. What I'm doing now is just to simply return the favor, and once I'm done with this favor, I'll leave here immediately. Fogham's face became gloomy, he rolled his tail and threw the beautiful girl in his arms out directly, and then said tepidly: "I know your little ninety-nine, but unfortunately I can't be manipulated and fooled by you anymore." ”

Ncari ruffled his hair and crawled back into Fogrim's arms.

"Don't be so ruthless, I didn't mean that, it's just a little too boring. Mixing with people who were either shouting and killing, or smelling foul, I felt like my spirit was going to collapse. ”

"Boring?" A smile appeared on the corner of Vogrim's mouth, "I'm actually bored too, otherwise let's take advantage of this time and enjoy it." ”

"Okay, we should be staying in the palace at this moment, instead of staying here boring and getting moldy."

Fogham laughed and shook his tail again, but he had barely had time to put his tail up when his face froze in place.

Enkali's face suddenly became ugly.

Why is this idiot here?

In their powerful perception, a guy who made them tremble from the depths of their souls was approaching this way at such a super-fast speed.

"Why is this guy here? It's not the same as Carlos said. Ncali quickly stood up as he pulled out his weapon, a staff inlaid with a strange shape. As the magical queen of Slaanesh, she is a powerful chaos mage, no worse than Carlos as the weaver of fate.

The only difference is that Carlos, a damn two-headed bird, likes to wander around the universe all over the universe, while Ncali's favorite thing to do is stay in Slaanesh's palace and party endlessly with all the creatures inside.

Because of this, her fame is not as loud as that of Carlos, the weaver of fate.

But it turns out that strength and fame don't really have much to do with each other.

"What are you going to do?" Looking at Nkari, who was like a great enemy, Fogreem's eyes were full of speechlessness, "You don't really want to fight that butcher, do you!" That guy did it, something that even my father couldn't do. ”

"......" saw that Fogrem did not have the slightest desire to fight, and completely looked like a salted fish, even if it was Nkari, this magic queen who was not very fond of fighting began to become quite speechless.

"Are you trying to get ready to escape?"

"Congratulations on getting it right!"

"Didn't you say you had to complete Horus's favor?"

"The premise is that my life is not in danger! If it were Rogdorn this time, I would be very excited to have a friendly exchange with my brother. But it's a pity that this time it was a butcher who didn't understand the amorous feelings.

Fighting him would be degrading to me, not to mention that I can't beat him, and there's a risk of dying completely. ”

As he spoke, Fogrem finally stood up from his soft throne, and it was only then that he was able to see the full picture of this throne.

There are dozens of naked women on this throne, their bodies are put together with each other, and they are all still alive, but their breathing is very slow, as if they are still alive, and it is only in order to ensure the absolute comfort of this physical throne, not to sit on a hard and cold throne.

"Where can you go?"

"You don't have to worry about this, but if nothing else, I'll go back to the palace."

While the two were talking, the outer part of the nest capital occupied by the Emperor's Son Legion suddenly sounded with an earth-shattering explosion, and together with it, there was also the black fog that rose into the sky.

After a moment of hesitation, Ncali finally gave up the idea of escaping, and instead sent a distress message to some of his closest friends and relatives who had had a deep conversation.

In the next second, violent spatial fluctuations began to spread in the clearing near the Throne of Flesh.

In the blink of an eye, several Slaanesh demons appeared in the open space next to the throne, either in revealing clothes or with purple armor wrapped in purple armor.

"Oh, are you all dying?"

"The will of my father will weaken you. The longer we stay on Terra, the more our strength will weaken. Fogham raised an eyebrow and stopped trying to escape.

"Forgrim, if you want to leave, no one will stop you, but I suggest you stay and continue to lead your legion and complete your mission!" The one who spoke was a triangular eye dressed in ornate armor, with no mouth or ears, and only a pair of snake eyes.

If I'm not mistaken, this guy should be a slasher, at least a slasher before he ascended to the devil.

The Ra are a race loyal to Slaanesh, and the first race in the entire galaxy to throw themselves into Slaanesh's arms.

But it is a pity that during the Great Expedition, the expeditionary legion of the Emperor's Son led by Foggrim slaughtered all the Thorns very rudely, and carried out absolute extermination in the face of the Thorns' home planet.

Looking at this one fish that slipped through the net, Fogham smiled disdainfully. He didn't bother to bother with this idiot, but he didn't want to leave, after all, there was a good chance that a good show would be born here.

"One, two, three......" There are a total of six Slaanesh Great Demons. And they're all six guys who work together.

Oh, and Nkari should be counted.

Then it should be seven.

This must be a quarter of the Chaos Demons sent by the Slaanesh faction!

After all, as the weakest existence among the four gods, the number of Chaos Demons under his hands is really not too many. There's no way Slaanesh could have lost all of his basic disks in subspace in order to besiege Terra.

You must know that when Horus and the loyalists were inseparable, the turf battle in the subspace, which had lasted for an unknown number of years, became more and more fierce because of the war in reality and the influx of a large number of souls.

In particular, the battle between Nurgle and Sadism is almost inextricably linked, otherwise, the number of Chaos Demons who have come to Terra this time will at least double.

"Why don't you leave?" The Thorny Chaos Demon frowned slightly. Although it is said that after the promotion and demon ascension, he has little to do with his original race.

But in fact, this is not the case, in the absence of his own race, without the physical body in reality, and without the free sacrifice of his own mother, he must pay a high price every time in order to be able to buy enough sacrifices from other Chaos Demons, so as to obtain the right to step into the real world.

Those high prices made his scalp tingle when he thought about it.

But he had to do it.

And the culprit of all this is the damn Fogham in front of him.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, I'm just staying to watch the show, you're busy with you, don't worry about me!" The purple mist in his hand flashed, and a tall wine glass appeared in Fogham's hand, containing a blood-red liquid that looked like red paint.

But the pungent smell of blood told everyone present that it wasn't some red paint.

When he had done all this, he collapsed back on the throne of flesh.