Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 282 Prince of Pleasure: Interesting Soul (Please subscribe)

The Eldar chieftain Karen, who died in guilt and pain, would never know that the moment the spirit bone dagger pierced his heart, an evil god of the Warp who had an endless hunger for the Eldar felt their presence.

The youngest god born from the corpses of the Eldar Empire, the youngest Chaos God, the Prince of Joy, whom the Eldar did not even dare to call by his name, and the Lady of Thirst smelled the fragrance of food.

Those wild spirits who had lost their appetite for food seemed to have changed.

In order to bring vitality to his race, the aging Karen resolutely chose to end his own life. It was a deathbed of relief and redemption, and his withered heart became radiant with luster.

In the fierce collision of emotions and the moment of great enlightenment, the barbaric elves' boring souls returned to their original state, like dusty gems that had been wiped clean of dirt, and the shining light of their souls flashed in the subspace.

This might be extremely brief, the flicker lasting only a split second before Karen's soul was drawn into the Soul Stone, but this split second could be eternity in the Warp, and the Prince of Pleasure, who longed for all the Elda souls, noticed this interesting flash.

+Self-sacrificing Ada.+
+Interesting soul.+
+Bring him to me.+
The Prince of Pleasure is an evil god who controls lust and pleasure in Chaos. Although he is the youngest among the gods, he can stand against Khorne, Tzeentch and Nurgle.

All indulgence and stimulation will turn into a breeding ground for Him. The birth of Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, can be traced back to the long period of enjoyment and indulgence of the Eldar Empire. Of course, for this kind of top-level Warp evil god, once they are born, they have already crossed the timeline and exist eternally from the past to the future.

However, for such an eternal and immortal god, not only negative emotions, but even noble positive emotions can resonate with them as long as they are extreme enough.

The Four Gods are never simply masters of negative emotions. Khorne can be courage, Nurgle can be life, Tzeentch can be wisdom, and Slaanesh can also be pure love and noble sacrifice.

Even if the love is sincere and strong enough, the Prince of Joy does not mind bestowing his blessings of kindness, but of course everything must pass His test.

The moment the old patriarch died, Prince of Joy tasted a flavor that was completely different from those of the fallen elves.

A refreshing, contrasting feeling.

If the indulgence, depravity and enjoyment of the Eldar are a proper meal for this evil god, then this bright and noble sacrifice is a dessert with a completely different taste. The thrill of desecrating the sacrifice and corrupting the nobility for Slaanesh is greater than any other.

When He thought of this, He began to feel itchy.

Following the order from Prince of Pleasure, the strange creatures in the six rings of Slaanesh suddenly came out in full force.

Waves of debauchery and screams resounded through the Sea of ​​Souls, and the Slaanesh army sought every possible way to enter the real universe to complete the great task given by the Lady of Thirst.

……

Pandora.

As the World Soul was separated by Eldrad Uslan's terrifying psychic power, all the Savage Eldar felt the power within them weakening.

The planet is returning to its original state and becoming inactive. It will no longer be the home world of this wild elf race.

This is harmful to the soul of the world, just like transplanting a big tree, which requires pruning some roots and branches, and it takes a long time to adapt to the new environment and climate.

However, this is an acceptable outcome. The new Savage Elf Chief, Keane, understands that the loser is not qualified to negotiate terms.

It is a blessing to be able to protect the soul of the whole world and the souls of the ancestors in the psychic circuit. Keane no longer has the pride he had before. In this dark world, arrogance and weakness are both original sins.

Luo Xi discovered that this Eldar, who had experienced great ups and downs in a short period of time, had a different and calm temperament.

If Keane was just a young man with nothing but courage before, he would take up his gun and mount his horse, and lead his warriors in a desperate charge for the sake of his tribe.

Now, he's more like a qualified clan leader, remaining calm and making decisions for the clan's best interests. "Adversity is the true test of strength. If the Eldar could have more people like Uslan and Keen, this ancient race might be able to rise again."

Luo Xi sighed in his heart. He didn't have much malice towards the elves, but he didn't have much good feelings towards them either. If they could let go of their long-standing arrogance and treat other races with fairness, Luo Xi wouldn't mind cooperating with them.

At that time, such cooperation had to be led by humans. Uslan proposed a united front of the real universe against chaos, and Roche recognized its value. This was indeed a path with greater potential.

Humans, Eldar, Necrons, Green-skinned Orcs, and too many alien races that cannot even be named, they all have one common identity: real cosmic life.

"It's just that wanting these races with countless hatreds to unite is as difficult as completely expelling the Chaos forces back to the subspace."

Now humans have hope of cooperating with the elves. This is already a good start. As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. With the first successful case, there will be more to come.

Uslan controlled the entire ceremony to gradually come to an end. Thanks to his efforts, the Savage Eldar will leave the planet with their world soul.

While the Great Prophet was mobilizing his tremendous psychic power, he was also trying his best to suppress his conspicuousness in the subspace.

And this is exactly the most important function of his staff and helmet. Uslan's psychic power far exceeds the Alpha-level psychics rated by ordinary humans. This prophet of the Usvi Ark is one of the strongest among the many Ark Eldar.

The power of ether flowed obediently through Uslan's fingertips. He seemed to be the most skilled tuner, calming the restless warp energy and making it work for him.

But vaguely, the prophet's keen sixth sense detected something wrong.

There seems to be something hidden beneath the seemingly obedient ether current.

His caution made him mobilize his psychic prophetic power and begin to peek into the near future.

Suddenly, a pink-purple force appeared, tore off its disguise and pounced on the Prophet's glowing soul in the warp.

Indescribable lewd screams and sounds of indulgence began to sound, Uslan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and recovered his consciousness in the subspace at the fastest speed in his life.

The extreme fear that came from instinct began to attack. It was He who came, the curser of the elves.

At the same time, a sudden change occurred at the place where the sacred tree Eva was originally located. A ripple that was imperceptible to the naked eye spread outward with the abyss left by the sacred tree as the core.

This sudden etheric force was so swift and covert that no one, including Roshi, the Space Marines, and the Eldar, had time to react.

In the deep abyss, the constantly changing screams and disgusting laughter tortured everyone's hearing. Luo Xi felt his brain suddenly sink, and endless buzzing and wild laughter tortured his brain. His eyes went black and he almost fainted instantly.

But his will was much stronger than before. He was only distracted for a few seconds. When Luo Xi raised his head again, a long and narrow subspace crack appeared in front of him.

A hazy pink-purple light spread out from it, like countless twisted tentacles, swaying and attracting the lost to fall.

And the psychic scream came from it. In Roche's sight, a tall Space Marine wearing Mark IV Extreme Power Armor and painted violet walked out of the crack.

The Imperial Sky Eagle claw emblem on both sides of the shoulder armor, the eye-catching III symbol mark on the chest, and the intricate and gorgeous decorative items symbolize the identity of the visitor.

The rebellious Third Legion - the Emperor's Children.

(End of this chapter)