"No, my friends, not only is the most important database of this STC intact, but the reading device and some valuable additional devices are also well preserved. In fact, I thought before that if its reading device is basically normal, then I will count it as a complete STC. Therefore... its integrity has exceeded my imagination." Big E answered the egg in a relaxed tone, and at the same time added the things he promised to the Hammers to the combat points of each Hammer. "By the way, Big E, do you want to recommend a forge world for this STC? Although I was worried that directly specifying a forge world would have side effects, my idea was to throw this thing to the Wolf Group brothers active here and let them take it back to Fenris to make a decision, but if you..." Although I have discussed with Gu how to best deal with this STC, after thinking about it, the egg is still He decided to ask Big E for his opinion, but before he could finish his words, Big E 'smiled' and agreed with the egg's point of view. "You're right. Giving an STC to any Forge World too easily is not a good thing. As one of the two-headed eagles of the Empire, the complexity of the internal organization and power of the Adeptus Mechanicus even exceeds that of the Empire itself. Some small changes are enough to turn this STC into a legend known only to those who have experienced it." "So, Big E, if there really was a Water Clan diplomat who figured out all of the political structures of the Empire, would you declare on the spot that the Tau are Imperial subhumans?" After listening to Big E's brief and sharp comments on the structure of the empire, he suddenly thought of a meme picture in which Abathur "couldn't help" asking a question, and this question successfully made Big E's mouth twitch, and he thought seriously for a moment. "...If the structure of the empire was really figured out by a Shui clan diplomat of the Tai, then either the structure of the empire was no longer complicated at that time, so that a guy like Tai could figure it out. Or, as some jokes say, that guy was not a Tai." ——————————————The dividing line of Udal——————————————————————————
'Singing and dancing' 'The fragrance spreads' With a bang, the door made of flesh, blood and bones was blown open by the bomb. "...My dear wizard, this is the sixth door you have broken. Although I know you always think that my art is not perfect, can you comment on it before destroying it?" The gorgeous Kalansh drunkenly raised her head from a pile of who-knows-what stuff, her big Kazilan eyes, which were a bit excessive even for Slaanesh, blinked 'innocently' as she looked at the chief wizard of her warband who rushed into her room with a bolter, her tone full of matter-of-factness - of course, his words made the only 'normal' wizard in the warband feel his temples throbbing, and he felt that the mutated superhuman organs in his body were twisting. "——Lord Calan, I solemnly remind you that the subspace storm surrounding this galaxy has begun to thin. And because you continue to use the sacrifices to do things unrelated to the ritual, the progress of the entire ritual has been slowed down by at least half. If you want to retreat, we still have some time." "Ah - I don't want to! I still have a lot of fun to enjoy!" The wizard's suggestion made Calan scream. The wizard, who had guessed that he would get this answer before knocking on the door, nodded slightly, walked to Calan, and lifted him up like mud. "If you want more fun, follow me." 66. Final Target, Udal The sea of blood boils, the bones rub against each other, the dead shed tears, and the living wail. Sixty-six exquisitely crafted execution racks were arranged in groups of six, forming a huge Slaanesh holy emblem, creaking and swaying in the sea of blood formed by the blood of the victims. On each execution rack, there were six different execution tools. And on each execution tool, there was a victim who was screaming continuously. Under the power of Slaanesh and the "best efforts" of the Bliss Angels warband Astartes, these imperial citizens who still barely maintained a little bit of their nature encountered the most terrifying thing they had experienced since they were born. And, in the foreseeable infinite future, their souls will encounter even more indescribable pain... However, such a blasphemous scene was only a simplified and abridged version of the horrific ritual originally planned by the wizard of the Angel of Bliss. Originally, according to the idea of this ambitious Slaanesh wizard, he should have used all the resources of the world of Udal with the help of his things that could be considered as his battle brothers, and simultaneously started six rituals named by himself as "Filthy Rain, Illusionary Mist, Blood Sea, Desire Earth, Greedy Wind, and Lazy Cloud" to tear the curtain between reality and the Slaanesh Demon Realm to the greatest extent. If everything goes well, then after sixty-six days, the army of the Lord of Pleasure will step into reality - unlike the three or two succubi on the space station before, it is a complete Slaanesh demon army led by a great demon in the true sense. The wizard is sure that such an army is enough to plunge the Morton Hess galaxy into a new subspace turmoil before the subspace storm dissipates - even, it is not impossible for the entire Morton Hess galaxy to be dragged into the subspace. However, ideals are great, but reality? It's even more outrageous than the word "skinny"! "Ah.....I'm sorry, wizard....I couldn't help but drink all the medicinal wine for the ritual...There's still a little left, do you want to have a sip? No? This is a pity..." These were the words uttered by an Astartes, an Angel of Bliss warband in charge of the Filthy Rain Ritual, after he had swallowed most of the drink that was supposed to be given to the mortals as sacrifices. "....Wizard? When did you come in? Yes, I love you too - do you want to sleep together?" This is the performance of an Archangel Astartes warband member who was sent to take charge of the Cloud of Laziness, but ended up lying down before any mortal would.
"Hehehe, wizard, do you know? After eating that dog, I saw Bozai. Come on, Bozai, let's go run in circles together--" An Astartes who volunteered to serve as a guard at the phantom mist ceremony, chopped off all the mortal sacrifices, then rushed into the phantom mist and rolled around, staggering. "It's not a problem, wizard. I can feel that I am being watched by the Lord of Pleasure. I can definitely complete the task you assign to me. As long as I have some more of this good stuff...Hiccup——" Feeling that the Desire Soil was very much to their taste, the members of the Angels of Bliss gang started cooking for fun on the spot, holding up an exquisite skull that was used as a container. The captain spoke incoherently in the air, completely unaware of the fact that the wizard was standing behind him. In short, after making a series of preparations, the wizard was very depressed to find that the pile of things he had worked so hard to prepare for the ceremony were either squandered by his "good brothers" before the ceremony was on track, or became meaningless because of their "negligence". The wizard, who felt extremely troubled, wanted to drag Calanx out to stand up and let the other guys in the Elysian Angels warband restrain themselves. As a result, after blowing up the door several times, he was surprised to find that his warband leader not only did not try to stop the operations of other Astartes, but also joined them! Therefore, the wizard had to revise the ceremony, streamline most of the things, and then dragged a bunch of 'comrades' who were more likely to cause trouble than help to the ceremony site. After reluctantly arranging them in some positions that they were probably interested in, he started the 'idle and botched' and 'leave it to fate' mode. Because, even wizards today don’t know whether such a crude ritual can gain the favor of even a great demon in the realm of pleasure... —————————————————The dividing line between the Hammer guys—————————————————— "...So, Lich King, you haven't figured out what the current situation of the Udal world is like?" "Yeah, I can't say I can't understand the parameters, I can only say there is no pattern at all." On the Queen of Glory, the Hammers who had almost finished the work on Marco looked at the Lich King who had been on the Queen of Glory part-time to monitor the subspace fluctuations of the Udal world with the Silent Pawn because there was nothing to do recently. He showed the data he had monitored recently with a speechless face. Suddenly, a line with fluctuations that was more exciting than the most exciting roller coaster on earth was presented to the Hammers. "From the parameters, it seems that Slaanesh really wanted to make a big move at the beginning, but within two days, their level of activity went downhill. Now, they are reluctantly preparing something and messing with the curtain between reality and the warp?" Liang Feifan frowned. "That should be the case, but we cannot rule out the possibility that it was a trick of Slaanesh or that they had already completed the ritual at that time. After all, the pollution cloud over Udal was too thick. Even the Necrons could hardly spy on the situation on the ground using visible light." The Lich King is being cautious. "Given the morality of the S family, their tricks are basically low-level methods, such as poisoning or seducing with desire. This strategic-level trick is not in line with their morality. If the ritual is completed, it will take less than six days, which is not in line with the Holy Number of Slaanesh. So, it is not likely." The political commissar thought for a moment and began to infer. "If you just want to touch six, and it takes six hours to complete, it can also be considered as completing the ritual using the holy number, right...?" After thinking about the ways that six could appear within two days, God chose to speak uncertainly. "Of course it counts, but I unilaterally think that the strength of a Slaanesh demon that can be summoned from the warp in six hours is probably just that - Abathur, how about we go down and act as the vanguard and scout out?" After looking at the chess pieces in his hand, he found that the fighting power of his subordinates was still sufficient, and Jing Jing was ready to make a move. "——Forget it. The Tyranids can't retreat quickly. If the Empire lands and sees Tyranids jumping around, they'll suspect something terrible is going on in this galaxy." Although he wanted to go down, Abathur regretfully declined Silence's invitation, considering that the Empire's preparations for the raid on Udal were already coming to an end. Silence thought about it and felt that what Abathur said made sense, so he gave up the plan to gradually defeat the alien coalition. "Then I'll go downstairs for a stroll first?" "Go ahead! Oh, and remember to mosaic all the pictures!" 67. Battle of Udal - The Undead Vanguard A plot of land consisting of countless dark purple squares. A building made up of countless half-red and half-white squares.
Dark red cubes flowed in the ditch on the side of the road. From time to time, some small cubes, like foam, would splash out from it and splash on the edge of the ditch. Weird things made of colorful blocks were erected everywhere, with flags made of blocks flying above them. Tiny purple blocks kept pouring out of the flags, turning into something like smoke, spreading in all directions. Things made entirely of blocks that looked like human figures were everywhere, although most of them were strangely constructed and incomplete. "So, the situation in the Udal world is so bad that mosaics are useless and it has to be deeply harmonized to this point?" Liang Feifan sat in his chair in the battle hall of Queen Rongguang, eating snacks with a very subtle The eyes looked at the live broadcast of Udal sent back by the silent Necrons on the main screen - admittedly, the Hammer guys knew that according to the style of Slaanesh, the pictures on Udal would definitely not be presented to them in their original form, but... Isn't it too exaggerated that this was directly censored into 'Minecraft'? "As soon as my ribs fell, more than a dozen subspace pollution alarms were sent back. The Slaanesh pollution directly reached its peak. Simple mosaics can no longer cover up the terrible scenes above, so I directly turned up the harmony to the highest level." Standing next to his own war sandbox, Silence was reviewing the information transmitted by the chess pieces he had thrown down, and explained to Liang Feifan with an uneasy look on his face why he made such a choice - as the only Hammer guy who "appreciated" some of the scenes in the world of Udal that were only mosaiced, Silence felt that he had a lot of say in this matter. "It's hard to imagine what kind of a hellhole Udal is in right now - is this world basically on the brink of extinction?" Staring at those things on the screen that have been harmonized into squares, but whose true identities can be guessed just by thinking about Slaanesh's style, even as Hammer, the Chosen One, I feel a chill in my heart. "Although it's not there, it's not far away. The Space Wolf brother has already said that if we don't want this world to really receive an extermination order, we can only use a 'pseudo-extermination order' to deal with Udal. If you ask me, Silence, given Udal's current situation, you shouldn't do any reconnaissance. Let your rib troops open fire and bombard all the way!" "Um, Sister Political Commissar, isn't your suggestion a bit too radical? The Silent Troops were originally sent down to investigate the situation, right?" "I think the Commissar's suggestion makes sense. Don't forget that our pawns are essentially E-demons, and of the highest purity! Isn't purifying subspace pollution one of the most fundamental duties of an E-demon?" "This is indeed.....What do you think of Silence?" "What do I think? Of course I think it's great!" Silence grinned and heavily pushed a chess piece forward one space. "Necrons, begin advancing!" ——————————————The dividing line of the Udal Hive—————————————————— Indulgence. Indulgence. Indulgence. The white flesh was wriggling like a maggot in the dark yellow stinking puddle. Every time it wriggled, the puddle would ripple with ambiguous waves. Every time it wriggled, the flesh that had stopped moving would float up from the waves and sink back into the water. The guy with a big belly that looked like it would explode in the next second was still frantically stuffing everything he could eat into his mouth. Although the things in front of these guys basically could not be called "normal food", they still never stopped. The mortal with a thin face and confused eyes held a brush made of who knows what raw material, dipped it into the half-solidified liquid beside him, and then smeared it on the rotten and smelly leather in front of him, painting a series of meaningless and crazy "abstract pictures". If you look closely, you will find that there are definitely holes on the leather that are similar to the facial features of humanoid creatures! The creatures with ornaments that normal people would find disgusting were running and singing in groups on the streets that were mostly eroded by flesh and blood. Harsh and discordant sounds kept pouring out of their mouths, stirring the air and impacting the eardrums. Even though their faces were distorted to the point of bleeding from all seven holes, and even though their vocal cords were severely injured, these creatures still did not stop singing. There were also those who were 'focused' on carving bones with knives, those who were carefully turning over the internal organs of the victims, and those who were twisting their bodies to achieve a horrifying beauty... This is Udal now, no longer illuminated by the glory of the Emperor. Although the blasphemous ritual of the wizards of the Angels of Bliss had to be simplified to a streamlined version due to the unsatisfactory performance of the warband members, the surging evil power of the warp is enough to tear apart the minds of most mortals in the world, making them inadvertently become part of this chaotic ritual that pollutes the world and distorts reality, not to mention that the mortals who are still qualified to "move freely" on Udal are already things that have been devoted to the way of desire. Then, light appeared in the hive.
Silent metals holding various weapons, under the guidance of the overwhelming scarab swarm, silently stepped into this incomprehensible ultimate "paradise". The dark green light connected into pieces, tearing apart the diffuse purple mist and annihilating it. The wriggling flesh screamed and faded in the light, and the suspended souls were freed in sighs. The breath of reality gradually became thicker, and the joy of the highest heaven gradually turned into bubbles. "Ok?" Naturally, this abrupt appearance of the "joy void" in the concept of the warp on Udal successfully attracted the attention of the wizard of the Angels of Bliss, who was actually monitoring the progress of the ritual despite being in a bad mood. After repeatedly confirming that his unreliable warband brothers had not lost interest in the ritual and that the Empire had not yet attacked the world of Udal, the wizard decided to go there in person to see if there was anything interesting happening in that area - it would be great if he could find a few guys who still dared not to bend the knee to the Prince of Pleasure. So he stood up, picked up His own staff. "You guys, follow me." 68. Battle of Udal - Chaos Chess All I touch and feel is nothingness. This was the first feeling of the Slaanesh wizard after he and his personal guards entered the area that had been plowed by the Silent Ribs. As a Chaos Astartes following the Prince of Pleasure, he was already familiar with the various auras on the battlefield, especially the auras of pain and death. However, everything that was presented to him now made him clearly realize one fact - From Slaanesh's perspective, this area was indeed "vacuumed", so empty that he even felt that no sentient creatures had ever lived here! "Wizard, this place gives me a bad feeling." A noise warrior stared at his severely mutated eyes, trying his best to operate his ears, which had become hollow but were many times more powerful than those of ordinary people, to try to catch even the slightest "fluctuation" of intelligent creatures. However, no matter how hard he tried, all he saw and heard was still silence. "It's like a tomb - even a tomb is noisier than here. In the tomb, I can at least hear some of the voices of the dead." Another Noise Warrior used his already distorted voice to briefly describe his feelings. Hearing his subordinate's "sighs", the wizard, who felt that something was wrong, couldn't help but frown. "Inject drug number one and stay alert - we don't have any extra eyes and ears to help us now." "Yes." Hearing the wizard's cautious tone, the noise warriors, who had originally wanted to complain for a while that this place was not exciting enough and wanted to go home early, collectively expressed their dissatisfaction by shrugs or shaking their heads, and then obediently activated the syringes, injecting the potion that the wizard ordered them to inject into their blood vessels. As the potion began to take effect quickly, the sensory sensitivity of the Slaanesh warriors suddenly increased to another level. "It's still dead silent, wizard. I think maybe we should...something is moving underground! They're approaching us!" "????" Before the wizards of the Angels of Bliss could project their power in that direction as instructed by their subordinates, the metal ground suddenly began to tremble. Amid cracking sounds, swarms of undead scarabs poured out from the cracks and pounced on the Astartes of the Angels of Bliss whose expressions had changed drastically. "...!" The next moment, the wizard was completely overwhelmed by the swarm of scarabs, and before he lost consciousness, he saw - The scene where his own guards were swept to the ground by the green light like crops being harvested by a sickle. ———————————————The dividing line of the subspace—————————————————— The rustling sound of pages. There was a faint sound of the ballad lingering in my ears, but I couldn't make out the lyrics. Something was gently touching my cheek, maybe a feather... Wait, what is a feather? It sounded like someone was whispering, but what was it saying?
I couldn't open my eyes, and my nose couldn't smell anything. It was as if all my senses except hearing and touch were disabled. But who was I? Where was I? Why was I like this? Endless sounds danced in his ears, and endless touches slid across his skin. Fragmented yet familiar things kept crossing his mind, madly injecting obscure but understandable things into his soul. Gradually, the shattered perception began to rebuild, and the lost memories once again merged into his spirit. "Do you remember? Do you remember everything?" A light blue mist rose in front of the wizard of the Angels of Bliss warband, who slowly recalled his horrific experience not long ago. The sharp laughter from the High Heavens tore his eardrums in waves. In the chaos, Tzeentch's demonic fire rose, and at the end of his vision, the figure of the Lord of Change emerged. "......" Completely confused about his current situation, the wizard chose to remain silent. As his mind was still full of confusion, the wizard of the Bliss Angels chose to remain silent. Seeing his actions, the Great Demon Tzeentch raised his head, spread his wings, and laughed. At the same time, his voice changed from a sharp eagle cry... to a slightly detached... elegant male voice?