"Come and watch with me. By the time you reach the end, it will be time for your trial," Khorne explained.
With a rare chance to rest, Cheng Mingrui readily sat down beside Khorne and began watching the Second Siege of Terra.
His true self-consciousness was already waiting for its final entrance, while his main consciousness remained fragmented. Though Boss Slick was with every Ork, his consciousness could not think clearly.
Boss Slick was like a sleepwalker. Sometimes he joined the Boys in their Waaagh!, fighting all kinds of enemies: Humies, Tyranids, and Ribz. There were fewer Aeldari; their population was too small now.
Sometimes he joined the Boys in building things, everything from choppas to shootas, Gorkanauts, and Gargant Battleships.
The Boys fought happily, ate and drank happily, and danced happily.
The stars were the Greenskins' stage, their home, their playground. Their numbers kept growing as they trampled countless enemies...
It was a good dream. A very, very good dream.
In the dream, Boss Slick could occasionally hear the Boys calling to him. He answered them, too, blessing them with power so they could have even more fun and excitement fighting.
If he could, Boss Slick wanted to keep dreaming like this forever.
Deep within the Webway lay an exceedingly well-hidden location. It was both secure and mysterious, with no road leading there even from Commorragh. This was a place even Tzeentch could not find.
The Harlequin Troupe known as Flower Twig resided here, where the Laughing God Cegorach had granted his followers sanctuary.
It was precisely because of the Laughing God's presence that the Aeldari here had not been affected by the newly ascended Ynnead and remained as they had always been.
Now they were performing a play, one that had never been rehearsed or performed before.
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