In the crowded hall, a high-pitched symphony was played, and the strings vibrated and flowed out of the chapters.

"Oh!"

The richly dressed aristocratic lady let out an exclamation, as if she had been touched abruptly, and the pendant on her head swayed with her staggering, and a little starlight shimmered.

Seeing this, the man next to her immediately stepped forward to comfort the frightened woman, who raised her glass with a smile and a contrived tone to meet the men's courtship.

"Shh

With a hideous stiff smile, his index finger stood up.

The smiling tall interracial woman and the man walked sideways, and the corner of the long dress gently crossed the woman's heavy hem.

But as if they were completely unaware of the alien race, the harlequin danced past them.

Under the bright crystal headlights, the exaggerated costumes of the harlequins are like swimming fish through the rapids, silently, and no one cares.

The people who came to the coronation ceremony of the original body toasted in celebrity, and the aristocratic stupid power game continued between the cups, and even if the galaxy fell, they could huddle on their own planet, and exchange their corrupt lives for the legion.

Who is in power and who is in power is not something that these local snakes need to worry about.

This is no different from their previous drunken life, the past is like this, the future is like this, and the children and grandchildren will still be ......

Sweet and hypocritical, the words turned into muffled moans, and between the dance steps, the supple skirt turned into well-tanned leather, the pieces of flesh embraced each other, and under the remnants of hair, the eyes that were all black like spider's eyes were looking around in confusion.

The harlequin at the front froze in his footsteps, looking out at the arch separating the hall from the corridor, pink armor staggering between the corridors, stopping them in their tracks.

The Spirit Clan turned around, and the leading harlequin was dressed in a completely different costume from his race, and on the pitch-black cloth, silver and green lightning streaks exploded irregularly.

He raised his hand and casually gestured to each other.

With his gestures, the killing blossomed.

Countless elves lurking in the demon tide suddenly burst out, and they danced in the crowded hall with their thin arms raised, and the monofiber metal wires that covered the entire hall suddenly contracted.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a cold light flash in the air!

The last end of the silk thread was stained with blood into the harlequin's kiss, and the battle was over.

Without the slightest hesitation, the harlequins immediately left the hall and rushed into the corridor, trying to deal with the Emperor's Son's guards as fast as they could, and those fools who didn't know what was going on were left behind by the spirits.

Throughout the hall, people, or demons, stood trembling slightly, as if they didn't know what was happening.

"Honey?"

The end of the woman's words trembled slightly, looking at the aristocratic man opposite her, his smile seemed to be slightly misplaced, but then, the woman's eyeballs protruded, liquefied flesh gushed out from her body, and severe pain burst from between the bone marrow, and before Bliss could catch up with her, the beautifully dressed balls of flesh turned into pieces of flesh of different sizes, and collapsed to the ground with screams.

The sporadic sound of explosive guns came from farther away, but in the dead silence of the hall, only liquefied organs and bones remained, and thick, foul-smelling blood flowed silently all over the ground.

Hazy purple light spilled from the chandelier covered in human skin, and blood slowly began to flow regularly.

One foot stepped on blood.

Thirty-five seconds after the advance party left, a team of harlequins escorting the baits (including the proto) arrived, and the human baits watched in horror at what they saw, their muscles and stomachs conspitting involuntarily.

If they identify it carefully, they may be able to find their relatives, lovers, or children in this pool of blood.

The nerves tensed as they walked over the liquefied corpses, they trembled, and the intense fear and nervousness made them begin to cry out more reverently—for the coming of the gods.

"Praise be to Hades," "I give you all that I have—please grant me peace. "Put it all out, O Hades." "O Hades! Save Lia's soul, she didn't mean to be here. ”

Corax listened in silence to the cries of the people, and in addition to the prayers for help, the cries were also mixed with heartbreaking content.

When the original body turned around, he saw a gray-haired old man who was calling for Hades, hoping that He would give rest to his fallen family.

The mortal's eyes glistened with tears, as if he wanted to throw himself to the ground to collect the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, but he was stopped by the spirits who guarded him with guns, and the old man had to be pushed away by the crowd with tears in his eyes.

Do utterly fallen souls still have a chance to sleep completely?

Corax couldn't bear to look at his gaze at the flesh that was still wriggling just a moment, and as a faint layer of darkness descended, their unsettling presence vanished, and the entire hall was quickly enveloped in a layer of gray.

This made Korax feel even more uncomfortable.

Until now, the Primordial had been cautious not to use that title, and his heart had been warning him that the Fool was no less of a threat to the Primordial.

Like an approaching storm, the primordial felt the pressure of restlessness, and in Corax's ears, the tear-filled prayers alternated high and low, buzzing in a trance, and the hazy purple color quickly faded, replaced by a cold, numbing gray without a trace of emotion.

This is a precursor to a storm.

It was a glimpse of His gaze.

Coraks glanced at the spirits who were urging the baits to move forward, and without a trace of hesitation, the figure of the original body disappeared in an instant, like a black shadow next to a flickering candle, and disappeared in an instant.

The harlequin who had grasped the aura of the original body turned his head, and he saw a corner of the dark shadow of Corax, but the black shadow quickly left.

The harlequin was speechless, and he contacted the one-horn, the existence that played the role of [Hades].

"He ran away, and the location was in the hall on the first deck of the lower cabin."

"Leave him alone."

At the other end, the unicorn holding a sickle in his hand and cutting off the head of the emperor's son said calmly,

They didn't have any more troops to control a Primordial, and it was ridiculous to have the Primordial itself pray in subspace, the Harlequin only needed to lure Corax to the Pride of the Emperor, and leave the rest to the tempting soul of the Primordial.

The unicorn with the face of darkness hangs down the scythe, Hades, Hades...... O Hades...... He called out to the name in his heart, and the narrow and crowded corridor shed warm tears of blood, and the remnants of countless emperors' sons piled up in the corners, crying and laughing together with the bleeding wall.

But with a flicker of sight, the corpses with tentacles and crab claws just lay quietly, and the flowing blood exuded a rotten aroma.

It's too much of a subspace erosion.

Unihorn realizes that if the coronation of the original body is indeed completed, then a part of the Emperor's Pride will literally sink into Slaanesh's palace.

The news did not discourage Unihorn, on the contrary, the frenzied joy beat violently with the heart that did not belong to him.

The connection with the youngest lady here is so close, scheming, powerful...... Everything was eclipsed in front of the Underworld, whose power was so simple and crude, and so generous...... The Prince of Darkness can't escape.

The unicorn wanted to let out a high-pitched screech, but the role he played didn't allow him to release himself like that,

The Spirit Clan stood there calmly, looking at the closed door in front of him, and at the other end, the high praise of the host of the Emperor's Son was ringing.

The unicorn knew that the other end of the door might be a complete replica of the image of the six rings of Slaanesh—and maybe even some of them had fallen into the abyss of desire......

Flesh and blood, human skin, emotional elixirs, overlapping human bodies, he can think, of course he can think of the picture on that end, this unicorn will not be surprised, this is just a remnant of the old shadow of the spirit race back then.

In the midst of the rotten corpses, Onehorn was dressed, his heart beating to remind him of the actions of the true gods, and he stepped solemnly, his companions following him, and behind them, the hungry, never-ending beasts of darkness were walking towards this end.

They've already won.

Hades had already written down Slaanesh, and it occurred to the unicorn that to Hades, this strange psychic energy was as dazzling as a brilliant jewel glittering in the dark galaxy.

For such a greedy thing, He will come after this beautiful phantom.

For him, the unicorn smiled and pushed open the door, feeling the power in front of him that made his soul scream, and feeling the gaze behind him that made his soul fall into an ice cave,

For the rest, he just had to laugh at Slaanesh with all his might before he died.

Praise Sigauci, praise the Hades!

The horn pushed open the door, and his mouth seemed to coincide for a moment with the god he tried to imitate,

"Traitor!"

He shouted this, but then, at the door, the majestic music and bright light dazzled him for a moment.

He saw standing on a high platform, receiving the praise of the crowd, casually glancing at his Fugen.

Nothing, spitting out the soul......

(End of chapter)