Slaanesh Comes in Person

Just as they were relieved that everything was going smoothly, a sudden change occurred.

"There is someone, no, there is an unknown entity, right outside Solemnace's gate."

It's important to understand that Trazyn's Tomb World is completely unsuitable for any known life form; it's a desolate Planet.

According to the system's current perception, the creature that can appear here directly is definitely not human.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of them. The person was wearing a white cloak, and his face was hidden under the hood.

"Don't be nervous, these old relics are coming back to life."

One sentence, two voices.

It contains the most perfect male and female voices in the world.

Almost simultaneously, alarms began to sound violently from various parts of Trazyn's body.

The Blackstone Technology that was originally embedded in the body's genes was now useless.

"Warp creation!"

"Hahaha, Trazyn, we should have met once. Of course, not only us, but also the two behind you, we've all met them."

"You are... the Prince of Pleasure?!"

"Hehehe, I thought you were going to say something offensive. After all, I'm quite looking forward to your offenses, like those transvestites from the Warp."

Trazyn never expected that this Warp God would personally come to this place!

Silent King!

Where are you?!

Even the Stormlord Imotekh felt a profound sense of powerlessness at this moment.

Damn you living dead bones, always chasing after the so-called hope of your race, and now that hope is right in front of you, where are you?!

"Don't be too nervous, I'm just here to see my Mr. Han."

Slaanesh walked quietly to Han Mingxuan.

Han Mingxuan himself was fast asleep, lying in the rocking chair.

"Mr. Han, why is it that we always miss each other by just a hair's breadth?"

The moment Slaanesh spoke, a table appeared in front of him. He sat opposite Han Mingxuan, who continued to sleep there.

At this moment, Slaanesh became the most perfect man in the world.

He sat there, speaking quietly.

It's as if Han Mingxuan is his long-lost brother.

"But this time, I won't let any good-for-nothing who's more trouble than he'll get near you."

"I came to see you in person this time, but fate is always like this."

Even if I were to come to see you in person right now, your eyes would remain tightly closed.

"This world is indeed filled with more helplessness than anything else."

When she spoke the last sentence, Slaanesh suddenly became the most perfect woman in the world. She just looked at Han Mingxuan with a complicated expression.

It was tinged with envy, jealousy, and even concern and love.

"My Mr. Han, we are so close, yet separated by an insurmountable distance."

When Slaanesh spoke, his tone was filled with a deep sorrow that he could not shake off.

"Today, allow me to overstep my bounds once."

Slaanesh transformed into the most beautiful woman in the world, took one of Han Mingxuan 'Han Mingxuan hands in her own, and kissed the back of his hand.

"My Mr. Han, please take better care of yourself. You've lost weight from exhaustion."

After saying this, Slaanesh hurriedly left.

Everyone was shocked by the anticlimactic ending.

They couldn't fathom how Han Mingxuan had managed to do it.

As for Han Mingxuan himself?

He was still sleeping.

In Slaanesh's Palace, at this moment, He was very content.

It's a bittersweet experience.

He did indeed overstep his bounds.

At that moment, under the gaze of that being, He kissed Mr. Han's hand.

That was undoubtedly the deepest connection between Him and Mr. Han in this world.

However, just as He stepped into the Warp, He felt a burning pain on His face.

That being slapped Him hard several times.

His face was swollen like a pig's head; in fact, at this very moment, His face was indeed swollen like a pig's head.

However, Slaanesh didn't care at all.

At this moment, He is performing a very blasphemous ritual.

He is peeling skin.

He is peeling off his own skin.

If we're talking about who has the most exquisite skills in this craft, there's no doubt it's Slaanesh himself.

He then peeled off his entire face completely, including the skin on his hands as well.

One face, two hands.

He then created a puppet that was so perfect that no puppeteer in the world could replicate it.

Finally, He pasted the skin He had peeled off onto the puppet, and gradually, the puppet began to move.

The doll has no gender; it's like a living dead.

It will only obey the commands of the Slaanesh.

In an instant, Slaanesh's skin returned to normal, then swelled up like a pig's head again.

Slaanesh could sense that the punishment bestowed upon Him by that being could only be gradually erased by time, and could not be relieved by any medicine or self-healing methods.

But none of that matters.

Slaanesh looked at the doll, at the hands that had held Mr. Han's hand, at the lips that had kissed Mr. Han.

He... kissed her.

"I can't take it anymore. These young people are playing way too crazy. Good luck, Xiao Han."

Han Mingxuan, who was sleeping, suddenly heard this sound, and then in his subconscious, he saw a bright red pig's head.

It's only vaguely discernible, but it should still be a person, right?

But that's not important.

The important thing is that the pig's head needs to be pasted on.

Holy crap!

"You pig-headed idiot, prepare to die!"

Han Mingxuan shouted and woke up from his dream.

The few Necrontyr were guarding him immediately realized what was happening and looked at him nervously.

"Old Han, how are you feeling?"

"It's nothing. I was sleeping soundly, but then I had a nightmare."

"You had a nightmare? What did you dream about?" Orikan asked.

I dreamt of a pig's head.

"Pig's head?"

"Yes, a bright red pig's head, just like a large, domesticated white pig that's eaten too much fermented rice."

"Then what?"

"The pig wants to kiss me."

???

???

Vomit!

"Eh~"

"Old Han, did something happen to you? This dream is disgusting!"

Is that red-faced pig's head going to kiss me?

What kind of hellish horror story is this?

Even the scariest fairy tales for those Necrontyr aren't this frightening.

"Never mind, I've already slept enough anyway."

After staying up late for a long time, a short period of deep sleep is very refreshing and helps you regain energy quickly.

How is Solemnace doing?

"Yes, everything is fine, but... there's something I need to tell you, and you'd better promise not to jump up after you hear it."

"Tch, what storms haven't I weathered? Lao Xin, you underestimate me!"

Do you still remember the sword you asked me to deal with?

"Futia's sword?"

"Yes."

"What was the outcome?"

"As you suspected, there is indeed a Daemon inside that sword, and it is the Daemon of Slaanesh."

Tsk.

How did I suddenly end up receiving the same treatment as Fulgrim?

"And then what happened?"

"During our process of eliminating that Daemon, we had a brief encounter with Slaanesh himself."

"Go on."

He said He loves you.

"What?!"

Han Mingxuan jumped up, like Gretchin whose toe had been stepped on.