Chapter 686 Results
Slaanesh laughed even harder, she squinted her eyes and licked her lips, lamenting Dorne's ignorance and naivety about the relevant content.
"Okay, don't waste time on this question!" Fulgrim spoke hurriedly, his face was not good, and he must have remembered many bad memories from Slaanesh's words.
Most of the 47 million people who self-harmed chose tattoos and engravings, and only 5.8 million of them continued to degenerate and imitated the behavior of the Skinner.
21 million people established connections, the lightest level was a 1v1 solo match, and later developed a 1v6 asymmetric confrontation match and a 32v32 battlefield. The entire planet from 80 to 8 years old signed up for various competitions, and many world records were refreshed during the competition.
This process is actually quite safe, after all, the wind of indulgence can lubricate the flesh, soften the skin, and allow them to have a better energy state to bear pleasure.
The danger may be the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, which is one of the few places where Slaanesh and Nurgle have disputes over power.
Slaanesh hated the effect of venereal diseases on pleasure, but felt that such a dangerous way of contact could bring a different kind of excitement.
The primarchs said they didn't want to hear the details of these contents, but Fulgrim obviously remembered something, and his face became paler and paler.
Chagatai, who was closer to him, heard Fulgrim's sobbing, and he put his hand on Fulgrim's back to comfort him gently.
Slaanesh continued to report.
Only 3.04 million of the 21 million people entered the worst stage.
While contacting, they were skinned, bled, beheaded, and some people took the initiative to be hung on the bonfire and eaten.
"It's not necessary to go into so much detail." The primarch's face was quite ugly, and even the knowledgeable Odemeier frowned.
"Hey, you are still too young. The Eldar were much more energetic back then." Slaanesh was obviously interested, raised his head, and ran his fingers up and down the smooth neck to talk about the past.
The absurd things of the Spirit Empire were even more bizarre than what Slaanesh had just said. The more the Primarchs listened, the more disgusted they became. Their eyes towards Ivrene and Prophet Bjetan were getting more and more wrong.
Ivrene and Prophet Bjetan lowered their heads, their faces flushed and whitened, and their emotions were extremely complicated.
"We... We don't agree with this philosophy of life, so we escaped before the empire was destroyed." Ivrene raised her face and said something weakly for the Ark Eldar, and Slaanesh nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, you haven't played that much, otherwise you wouldn't be able to escape~ But don't forget that it was you who destroyed the Spirit Empire. You are weak and can't make up your mind to repair society, so you can only flee in panic. You are essentially the same as those who indulge in lust, a group of escapees."
Ivrene's face became even paler, she was stunned and didn't know what to say, and then there were a few more people lying on the table sobbing.
"Don't bully them, let's get on with business." Lin Fan flicked Slaanesh's forehead, and Slaanesh let out a soft cry in cooperation, blinking cunningly, and then she talked about the group of people who were most corrupted and thorough.
There was one person whose body was beating uncontrollably, and whose internal organs were turned inside out. There was also one who mutated into a Slaanesh Chaos Egg, and together they just formed the Holy Number with Slaanesh 6 as the core.
After Slaanesh finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at everyone's reactions. After a long silence, Odemeier spoke, with a heavy tone and the joy of success in his tone.
"According to previous records, all people on this planet will become viscera, Chaos Eggs, and demon parasites. There is no possibility of salvation. Now with the vaccine, we can keep humans in human form and sanity as much as possible under the strongest pollution. This is a victory, a great victory. Those mild and moderate Chaos corrosion will be blocked by the vaccine. The iron wire that strangles the human neck can finally be slightly loosened."
Odemaier stood up and greeted everyone with a coffee pot.
"Let us restore the glory of the past and purify the chaos and disorder of the warp."
Everyone was moved by Odemaier's words. They all stood up and raised their fists to make a vow.
"Then what should we shout? For the Emperor? For humanity? It doesn't seem to be appropriate." Perturabo asked. He prepared to record the video to record this precious moment and didn't want any flaws.
Everyone was thinking about what words to use as the oath sentence. Lin Fan looked at the people who were thinking hard and felt mixed emotions. He remembered the introduction of every official publication he had read.
Lin Fan recited slowly and solemnly, and everyone turned their eyes to him.
"This is the 41st millennium in human history.
For more than a hundred centuries, the Emperor has slept on the Golden Throne of Earth.
He is the divinely appointed Lord of Mankind, and his endless armies have conquered millions of worlds.
He is also a decaying body, silently and invisiblely twisting in pain under the power of Dark Age technology.
He is the Lord of Carrion of the Imperium, and a thousand souls are sacrificed to him every day so that he will never truly die.
Even in a state of suspended animation, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance.
Mighty fleets cross the demon-infested and miasma-filled Warp.
Sailing on the only route between distant stars, illuminated by the Astronomican generated by the Emperor's powerful psionic energy.
Vast armies fight on countless worlds in the Emperor's name.
And the greatest of the Emperor's soldiers are the Space Marines, super-sergeants transformed by bioengineering.
They have many comrades: the Astra Militarum and countless planetary defense forces. The ever-vigilant Inquisition and Tech-Priests of the Mechanicus.
And so on.
But even if they gather their collective strength, it is not enough to stop the imminent threats.
Aliens, heretics, mutants, and even more terrifying existences.
Ordinary humans in this period are unknown.
Living under the cruelest and bloodiest regime imaginable.
The story of Warhammer is a legend of that era.
People have forgotten the power of science and technology, because they have been forgotten for too long and can no longer be learned and mastered.
People have forgotten progress and tolerance, because there is only war in the cold and dark future.
There is no peace among the stars, only eternal killing and the ridicule of the hungry gods. "
Lin Fan closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and firmly and calmly held everyone's hands together in the eyes of everyone.
Lin Fan's hand was placed under everyone's hand for support, and he said seriously.
"For peace. "