Human happiness has two great rivals: pain and boredom. Even if you get rid of one of them by luck, you will immediately approach the other. Life is always hovering between the two.

Living in poverty and disobedience can be painful; Life is too comfortable, and it will be boring.

The farther a person is from pain, the closer he is to boredom; The closer you are to pain, the farther you are to boredom.

That's what Slaanesh is, and it symbolizes the essence of life! The meaning of life!! The Truth of Life!!

So how is such a slacker not strong? How not to be scary? How not to let Taisu wait???

He is facing a quarter of all the existence in a universe at this moment, a hundred percent temptation.

So, let's go all out!

Look at the world in this universe, full of darkness and filth of human nature, the cosmic environment has been completely destroyed, in the face of such a dung pit, do you still need to spare your hands?

Wrong, nothing is needed now, just all your strength - kill!!

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill !!"

"Kill !!!"

"Kill !!!!"

The quasi-immortal king-level Taisu, who was completely crazy, didn't know how many eras, finally reproduced the terrifying posture of the ten fierce and mighty, but it was in the other world.

When the palace of Slaanesh was crumbling and the flames of the burning world were falling, the former spirits went completely crazy.

This flame was considered by them to be the fire of the Asoyan, the fire of their creator God, especially when the ineffable power and the blood of the Father fell, and there were some beings who evolved and transformed in these bloods.

Only the most powerful Phoenix Lords can withstand a trace of blood in the most difficult tempering, but that is enough, the newborn Phoenix Lords are even stronger, and another more condensed true self is born in their minds, enough to escape the pursuit of the chaotic power for a short time.

They began to frantically seek this blood, and the ancient empire was revived, and many warships were opened and sent to various parts of the universe.

"Follow in the footsteps of the Father, cut down all heresy, and our glory will be reborn from the ashes!"

They will collect the blood, collect all the species and life that receive it, and bring them back to the temple to extract the gift of God the Father.

The falling blood shines with different colors of light, such as jet black, crimson, gold, etc., and the existence that is baptized by different blood gets different abilities.

Some blood seeped into the earth, and the planet was born with its own will; Some of the blood is stained with metal, turning it into flesh and blood.

"It's real flesh and blood, it's real flesh and blood."

A necromantic cemetery, once a slave race of star gods, a mechanical race that insists on playing science in a universe full of cows, ghosts, gods and snakes, is completely crazy at this moment.

At the beginning, the souls of their entire clan were eaten as chocolate chips by their master, the Star God, and their self-consciousness was reproduced in the mechanical entity.

From then on, it was their obsession to find their flesh and blood.

Now they're completely crazy too!

And now the master of the galaxy, the heart of the human empire, Terra, that is, the ancient Terra!

Huge amounts of blood fell, burning through the filthy atmosphere of Terra, and endless artillery fire tried to crush the blood rain, but the blood and flames destroyed everything.

Worship the Emperor of Mankind! Humanity is the only light in this darkness!! Give everything you have to the greatest man of the human race!!

As a human, powerful enough for the Chaos Gods to see him as an equal competitor and call him a curse on the evil gods.

The embodiment of human history, of which all monarchs are incarnated.

"Resist this blood, you must not let this blood contaminate the Golden Throne."

The Emperor is long dead, but his spirit has turned into a cold sun in subspace, guiding all lost ships to fly faster than light, so that the empire will live like a zombie and not fall apart physically.

Almost all the blood is stopped by all kinds of messy scientific methods and unscientific things.

These loyal guardians of humanity are lucky to have protected the empire!

It's just that a certain existence on the other side is not so lucky, and intentionally or unintentionally, a sunny and cheerful boy who is sleeping has been baptized with blood from an exotic land.

These blood were so powerful that a single fluctuation was enough to slash all beings, crossing the defenses of the entire planet, and only a faint blood qi entwined and poured into Robert Killiman's mouth and nose.

As soon as this blood was lifted, the power around Robert Killiman skyrocketed wildly, and he let out an earth-shattering roar—

"Boom!"

When the blood washed through Robert Killiman's body, his body was rapidly infected, and the sound of rumbling tides was surging in his body, and the divine light was as brilliant as a rainbow, as if there were waves surging, and accompanied by bursts of lightning and thunder, there was a violent tsunami happening, and the waves were rushing to the sky!

Strength, power is pouring out!

At this moment, Robert Killiman unexpectedly opened up the sea of suffering, and his body was like the rising sun, full of vitality.

At this moment, Robert Kiliman felt his father's voice, the voice was like a man, like a woman, like an old man, like a child, like sadness, like gentleness, but Robert Kiliman knew that it was his father.

Listen closely, it is a heart-to-heart incantation, like the scriptures of the time of Gutera, teaching him how to open up the sea of suffering, build a sacred bridge, and step into the other side. And - cut the road!

The golden and icy sun in the void, the plague-ridden Nurgle Garden, the aggressive sadomasochistic wasteland, the winding Tzeentch Labyrinth. At this moment, they all felt that an existence of the same level as them had invaded this world.

But the one who hates and loites this intruder the most is—

"You put Isha down for me." Nurgle roared.

Isha, the goddess of life of the Spirit Race.

In the fall of the Eldars, Slaanesh slaughtered the Elven gods and captured Isha alive, and just as Slaanesh was about to do something unspeakable, Nurgle appeared and snatched Isha.

Since then, Isha has been imprisoned by Nurgle in Nurgle's Garden, and has been "tasting" the various plague viruses developed by Nurgle as a test subject for Nurgle.

Because the essence of Nurgle is life, the relationship between the god of the distorted power of life and the goddess of life is very strange.

But now, Nurgle's forbidden belly has been snatched away, and it is in front of him, and even wow, Isha, you don't want it!

The white-haired beautiful man in red hugged the beautiful mother of the spirit clan, and at this moment he staged a crime before his husband.

Nurgle is bitter, the soup is not sweet!

(End of chapter)