Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"One is one, two is two, and they are never confused." Luo Xi retorted.

"And if you were the real chief I know, you would have advised me to go back and save your collapsing timeline!"

In an instant, Luo Xi mobilized the power of Ohm Messiah's authority hidden in his soul, and transformed it into a metallic lightning that blasted towards the Chief.

The seemingly harmless Conrad Koz suddenly jumped up, with "mercy" and "forgiveness" extending from his wrist, and mercilessly attacked the vital parts of the person in front of him.

The tacit understanding between the two made the same choice in an instant.

"Interesting, very interesting, I really like you..."

"I want you, you are mine."

"Luoxi..."

At the moment when Luo Xi and the other two suddenly jumped up, the figure of the chief turned into a twisted vortex, abstracted into an existence that was difficult to discern with the human worldview.

He was screaming, He was laughing, He was extremely happy.

"And you got the most crucial point wrong." Luo Xi looked coldly at his psychic lightning which had no effect, "That is, never believe in the goodwill of the evil god, am I right?"

"Salise?"

As Luo Xi uttered a tiny part of the other party's real name, the indistinguishable chaotic distortion suddenly collapsed and became an existence that could at least be understood by humans.

The true Prince of Pleasure, the fourth Chaos God, the youngest God, the Prince of Darkness - Slaanesh!

The Pan-Solar System Alliance University collapsed, the splendid dream city disappeared, and all the extremely vivid things in Roche's memory turned into bubbles, blooming the most beautiful flower of disillusionment.

A flower rooted in the most sacred and stubborn obsession in Luo Xi's heart.

Slaanesh dug it out from Roche's memories himself, and nurtured it with great care.

And now, this budding phantom flower was pinched out by Luo Xi himself.

"Roxi, join me, come to my side." Slaanesh said very gently, and that charming look still made Roxi's heart flutter.

"I need your extreme and selfless love for humanity. Perhaps you can transform me from a god of lust and depravity to a god of love and holiness..."

"I can have you take Fulgrim's place. Compared to your extreme desires, he is as dry and tasteless as a sponge."

"They never understood what I really wanted. Do they think those low-level carnal desires and perverted tortures could really please me? I was just playing with them."

"I have already gained enough of these things from the Eldar."

"Fulgrim and the Emperor's Children are the wrong choice. They are dry and empty, and they don't have the extreme pursuits and extreme desires that I want."

Slaanesh complained about the Primarch he had chosen, and he believed that he had made the wrong choice.

If Fulgrim were to hear his master's evaluation of him here, he would probably faint from anger.

He fought hard for Slaanesh and offered countless sacrifices, but all he got in return was Slaanesh's scorn.

"Who says that we Chaos Gods have no good intentions? I can show some leniency for you. You are my only one, and I will give you a beautiful world as a gift."

“It wasn’t difficult for me.”

"Come, throw yourself into my arms, and you can realize all your wishes."

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to believe the guarantee of a Chaos God?" Luo Xi retorted sarcastically, without any mercy.

"Isn't the timeline you gave away just a bigger birdcage?"

"All the efforts and sacrifices we made are just materials for you to admire and sigh outside the cage."

He was filled with fear in his heart. He almost, really almost agreed to the invitation of the chief who was transformed by Slaanesh.

He didn't know what the consequences of agreeing to the other party would be, but that didn't stop him from considering the worst case scenario.

By then, he might truly fall into the fatal lie woven by his own desires, and really believe that everything is real: he has traveled to another better timeline and started all over again.

Even when he really reached the end of the road, successfully freed humanity from the malice of the Warp, and proudly declared victory over the Four Chaos Gods, God knows whether Slaanesh would laugh so hard that his whole body trembled outside the timeline.

All of this is too real, and too deadly. How many people in the world can have the privilege of having Prince Joy personally weave their dreams?

Slaanesh's mirth grew darker.

Countless whispers and mutterings turned into the horrifying sound of flesh and bones being torn apart.

Luo Xi understood in his heart that the Dark Prince was obviously going to use a hard approach when he saw that soft tactics didn't work.

A bloody battle is inevitable.

……

"We are almost at Asaheim. It will only take another three days to reach that safe place."

Inside the mobile tent of the Riemann tribe, the tall Ryan Johnson was sitting cross-legged, with an old coffee table with a coppery luster placed in front of him.

The tent made of the skin of the Fenris giant bear and the ribs of the snow mammoth is isolated from the extreme cold outside. Neither heavy snow nor cold waves can penetrate it.

The stove inside the tent was now burning the Kraken's oil. This special material could burn for a very long time, even for half a year if used sparingly.

Such luxurious treatment is certainly not something that every member of the Riemann tribe can enjoy. This is the residence of the most prestigious priest in the tribe. All the tribesmen are willing to support these elders who can't even walk.

This is because the minds of the priests contain precious ancient knowledge and experience.

They have a very deep understanding of the power of nature and can guide the tribesmen on how to deal with unpredictable natural disasters, allowing more people to survive earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and blizzards.

These priests are the real core and brain of the tribe, while those young people are just the flesh and blood of the tribe.

Ryan Johnson sat cross-legged, his long golden hair hanging down to his shoulders, holding up a bowl of strong tea with thick grease in it with some uneasiness.

This precious food can not only provide humans with sufficient calories, but also supplement rare vitamins. It is also the favorite of the Fenris people.

Ryan picked up the wooden bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The boiling water had no effect on him and he swallowed it directly.

"Your mind is not at peace, Ryan."

In front of the blond giant sat an extremely thin and old tribal priest.

He shrank his entire body under his long fur robe. His wrinkled face was densely marked with traces of time, and his turbid brown eyes stared at Ryan Johnson.

"No, my heart is at peace." The blond giant retorted directly.

The old priest slowly savored the fragrance of the rich tea.

He was already past the age of eating voraciously, and perhaps before long, he would be summoned by Valhalla and leave this world.

Fenris's natural power prolonged his life. It was too difficult for humans to survive in this world, and the average life expectancy was pitifully short compared to that of other humans.

And the force of nature told the priest that the extraordinary person before them was so unique and noble that they could not compare to him.

"With your help, we are migrating to Asaheim at the fastest speed. In the past, we usually had to pay a heavy price to do so."

The old priest began to reminisce for a long time.

"In the Asaheim Mountains, even the lowest points are thousands of meters above sea level.

That towering cliff with almost no beach to rely on is the only place in our world that can remain unchanged in the devastating natural disasters, and it is also the place of the gods in our faith. "

"I know this," Ryan said.

"But I don't understand why you keep migrating between Asaheim and other wastelands?"

"Why don't you develop civilization in Asaheim, but live such a nomadic life?"

"Because this is the way of life for us Fenrisians, Llane." The priest looked at him with a smile, "and you do not belong to Fenris, so you have no sense of belonging here."

"You are always in a state of restlessness. You want to do something, but you don't know what you should do. You help us just to fill your emptiness and helplessness."

"Am i right?"

Ryan was silent, because this was indeed what he thought in his heart, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"The power of nature has told me a lot, including that you are not from Fenris, and your destiny does not belong here, but exists in a wider and more wonderful world."

"When we get to Asaheim, you can leave, Ryan."

“Go after what you want, wear what you want, be who you really are.”

The priest of the Riemann tribe said that he did not force Ryan to stay because his existence was of vital importance to the continuation of the tribe.

"Where can I go? Even the towering Asaheim Mountains cannot take me away from this world."

The blond beast growled somewhat unwillingly.

This world of death bound his steps, and although it was unusually comfortable and at ease for him, it was just a resting place.

This is a cage.

"You can go wherever you want. It all depends on whether you are willing or not," said the priest.

The old man tremblingly dipped his finger in his grease tea and then reached into the center of Ryan's palm.

Each of the blond beast's fingers was thicker and stronger than the priest's arm, but he still let the other party paint on his palm.

"You are not a Fenrisian, and you cannot comprehend the natural power of Fenris, but you can be inspired."

“You don’t need to rely on anything or any power. All you need is your heart. You are born with unlimited power of freedom.”

"Your Creator has endowed you with a great essence, but you have never truly seen it. Come, see it, and master it."

The old priest spoke in a mysterious voice, and the blond beast seemed to understand something.

He felt the rune in his hand getting hot, but not hot enough to cause the pain of being burned by fire.

It is a kind of psychic fire, a special power that comes from the sea of ​​​​soul.

Ryan's brows were furrowed, his body tensed, and he was ready for battle.

He was able to awaken a special power in his body, and the old priest's runes were only used to activate that power.

Ryan Johnson merged with that power almost instinctively.

The next moment, he saw an extremely dense green jungle, which was completely different from the lifeless feeling of the icy and snowy Fenris.

Countless disordered green branches emerged from his side, and a forest path filled with thick fog quietly appeared.

"Thank you, Elder Priest."

When Ryan Jonson spoke again, he was no longer the blond beast he had been.

A set of black and gold power armor appeared on his body, the lion sword in his hand kept humming and roaring, and his expression became solemn.

The priest smiled and nodded, then he spoke slowly.