Chapter 242 The Evil God Also Needs a Meeting

In the garden of the palace of indulgence, there are flowers with delicate lips blooming here, and there are exercise books with geometric mysteries flowing

Lin Fan picked up a cup of tea, blew the hot air on it, and then took a sip.

It tastes good, and the aftertaste is great.

Slaanesh sat next to Lin Fan and admired the scenery of the Slaanesh domain with him.

"I have never been so quiet before. It feels good to try it occasionally."

"Yes, I will feel tired if I write too many math problems. Sometimes I still need some plain time to spice up my life."

Lin Fan touched Slaanesh's long white hair. Slaanesh, who was touched, snored comfortably. He was about to collapse on Lin Fan again, and the math formula on the paper turned into a function graph again.

"Are you going to write math problems again?"

"Um. Sorry." Slaanesh disappeared in a hurry, and after a while he sat back with a perfect test paper.

"I've been touching your hair for a long time, aren't you tired of it yet?"

"No, I will never be tired of it."

Looking at the joy that could not be hidden in Slaanesh's shining eyes, Lin Fan also shook his head, then touched Slaanesh's hair and talked about Slaanesh's life in the warp.

"Do you know what that guy Tzeentch is doing?"

"Tzeentch?"

Slaanesh lay in Lin Fan's arms, counting his fingers, "Tzeentch has always been mysterious. The last time I talked to him was when I was just born. I went to say hello to everyone, and then Tzeentch was calling people to a meeting."

"Meeting?"

"Yes, a meeting. The slogan reads a mobilization meeting for the better development of the warp. In short, it means to sanction a defaulter and bring more extra money to the warp."

Slaanesh began to recall the past and told Lin Fan the story of that time.

Khorne still had a bad temper that disliked everyone, and Nurgle was sticking his head nonchalantly, using a branch in his hand to clean his ears, making a disgusting sound of snapping.

Tzeentch put a pair of glasses on each of his eyes, holding a large stack of plans and plans in his hands.

Slaanesh walked into the conference room in a hurry and blew a kiss to every god present, "Dear, are you welcoming me? Great!"

The scene in the field changed with Slaanesh's mind, with flowers and knife wheels, artistic sculptures, and wailing echoes made by souls.

Slaanesh held a cylindrical salute, and the internal organs and bones carved into colored pieces burst out in the explosion sound.

"Oh! I'm so stupid, I got it everywhere~"

Slaanesh, who didn't care about the feelings of the gods at all, sat on the stool, his body shaking, and a huge music reverberation that all gods could hear came to his ears.

Symphony, rock music, folk music, and electronic music made Khorne's brain hurt. These complex music without the courage of the battlefield made him angry.

Only the deafening drums and the sound of beheading were the sounds of nature!

He was angry about coming to this damn meeting today. If there wasn't a big golden guy who could fight him, he would have chopped Tzeentch's head with an axe.

"If you keep bothering me, I'll teach you a lesson."

"Hehe, what's wrong? You're not so angry, are you?" Slaanesh touched Khorne's arm with a playful smile on his face, "Don't be angry, let's have a party at my house~"

"Roar!" Khorne's angry and threatening voice came, and the hand under the stage had already grasped the heavy sword, and he was ready to give this fool who didn't know how to live or die a blow.

"Tsk, it's so boring~" Slaanesh curled his lips at Khorne's angry look and floated to Nurgle's side.

Nurgle finished cleaning his ears and nose, and was curiously looking at the flowers that Slaanesh had transformed, "It's pretty good, but I don't like this style."

Then he gently touched the flower with his fingers stained with various filth, and the corrupt fungi and festering mucus flowed out of the flower at once, emitting bursts of stench.

Slaanesh looked at Nurgle's surroundings with disgust. He couldn't accept the filth. He stepped back a few steps and approached Tzeentch, who was still writing plans and contingency plans.

"Dear, don't look at these boring things. Come on, play with me~"

"Oh? Sure, come on, baby."

Slaanesh was overjoyed and threw himself into Tzeentch's arms, but when he really twisted his body in Tzeentch's arms, he only felt the stench of burning flames and sulfur.

When he looked up, he saw Khorne staring at him. Slaanesh looked at Khorne in confusion, checked the situation around him, and found that Tzeentch was still busy writing plans, and he didn't even bother to raise his head.

"Hehe~ Don't be angry~ Smile~" Slaanesh poked Khorne's helmet covered with heavy armor with his hand and drew a smile for him.

"" Khorne didn't say anything more, just grabbed Slaanesh's arm, and silently drew out the heavy sword with his other hand.

"You won't chop me, right?" Slaanesh said this, but he still had a little expectation in his heart.

But Khorne didn't care what Slaanesh was thinking. He raised his knife in anger and chopped Slaanesh into pieces while Slaanesh screamed in pain and joy.

Nurgle came over, wanting Khorne and Slaanesh to stop fighting without any friendship. Tzeentch sighed and wiped off all his ears.

Maybe because he didn't want the heavy sword and his clean body to be stained with shit. Khorne took back the heavy sword, and Slaanesh changed back from a stinky boy.

Tzeentch looked at Khorne who didn't feel satisfied with the chopping, Slaanesh who felt a little satisfied but still dissatisfied with Khorne's behavior, and Nurgle who was tending to the flowers and plants dripping with thick juice, and finally stopped writing.

He shook the plan in his hand, reset the conference room, wiped out everything Slaanesh made, and replaced it with a fluttering banner.

"The Second Exchange Conference on Subspace Development"

"Why is it the second time? What did you do the first time?"

"The first time, we and the unconscious you smashed Tzeentch's scepter, and his face was stinky to death at that time."

Nurgle answered Slaanesh's question gently with a friendly smile.

Slaanesh also responded with a more moving smile in gratitude, "Then when can you return Aisha to me?"

"We'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later."

Seeing Nurgle turning his head to prevaricate him, Slaanesh crossed his arms and gritted his teeth, cursing this pretentious fat man in his heart.

"Ahem, stop making trouble, we are here to discuss something."

Tzeentch knocked on the table lightly and gave each god a stack of plans.

"The guy who cheated us is unwilling to fulfill his promise. He is unwilling to hand over half of the Primarch to us."

"So we have to retaliate against him and let him know that we are not easy to mess with. By the way, we can make the market more active and everyone can make a lot of money."

"I have found a fool who can represent our will. Everyone will give him 25% of the capital, and we can evenly distribute the future dividends."

Tzeentch stretched out his hand and a head of Horus was generated in the center of the conference room.