"So, Lucius, can you still see yourself? Can you still see your past self? You once told me that you will be proud of the pride of a swordsman all your life, but what about your pride? Do you know that you
What has it become?" Lan
Suddenly, the opponent's sword moved away and came to Lucius. The shining Chanabar saber was once the pride of the Third Legion, but it had been abandoned by Lucius for a long time.
At this moment, it was right in front of him. The smooth blade was like a mirror. In the past, he often used swords as mirrors.
Lucius raised his head subconsciously and immediately saw himself. His scarred face was filled with only fear, restlessness, and decadence.
Is this what he has become?
What has become of him?
Thief, monster, junkie?
Since he chose this path, he seemed to be unable to feel anything. He could only eliminate the pain on those slaves and playthings so that he could have a moment of consciousness, but even these feelings were short-lived, but he had already
Depraved beyond measure.
At a certain moment, he felt terrified about his previous appearance.
"Now you are just a slave who cannot even decide your own death. You are no longer worthy of being called a swordsman, Lucius."
"I--"
Suddenly, the muscles on Lucius's face twitched, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes angry, sometimes hating. At the same time, the surrounding air began to become colder, and the songs of the succubi gradually became louder.
Amnak snorted coldly, suddenly raised the Chanabar saber and stabbed Lucius from behind, nailing him to the ground.
Lucius didn't even make a cry, as if he had fallen into a state of unconscious madness, like a living insect specimen nailed to a wooden board, constantly moving his arms and legs.
"You've gone too far, the master will be angry, Amnak...my love." Lan
A voice sounded in the darkness, soft, soothing, charming and frivolous, but it seemed to be the most beautiful fairy music in the world.
Holding Chanabar's saber, Amnak slowly turned around. The corpses of the deceased around him began to squirm on their own, including the fragments and organs they spilled, like abominable flesh worms, crawling on the ground, moving towards
Gather in one place.
And those escaped succubi also began to return again. This time they used those wet pieces of flesh as a stage to dance a ballet that symbolized pain and torture, combining extreme beauty and debauchery, and chanted in thousands of languages.
The perfect song.
Gradually, the fragments and organs began to condense, gradually revealing a huge outline.
Her upper body is so plump, soft, and strong, her dirty skin is lavender, and there are rows of unsightly feminine organs (ahem, everyone knows what they are), with only a few gold chains and silks blocking the way.
Above, the facial features appear to be that of a woman, beautiful and delicate. There are large tendrils of long purple hair on the scalp, like a snake's nest coiled together. There are also six arms on each side of the body, each arm holding something like a spindle.
And her lower body is extremely weird, with a snake-shaped body and scales like a human face, but at the same time, it has countless appendages like some kind of arthropod - but those are not feet, but pairs of extremely soft legs.
tiny hand.
With its appearance, the entire space was dyed with an indulgent color, and even the physical structure of the bridge was changed. Part of the ground sunk, revealing a deep well with a ring-shaped staircase, ostensibly decorated.
With a golden spiral pattern, from this gold rose the body of an indescribable thing, dressed in jewelry and gorgeous clothes.
Each of them held the same musical instrument, including harps, horns, and drums, and then they all played music in unison that could not be described in words. If a normal person heard it, they would be lost in just a moment.
But there are no normal people here.
Only Amnak, the former chief of the evil god Slaanesh, and——
One of the dark concubines of the evil god Slaanesh, the evil weaver Teoti.
"My love, during the time you were away, I was so heartless——"
While making a very plaintive voice, Teoti gently stroked the blood all over his body with his hand. Then he looked disgustedly at the section of the slender fingertip that was still moving his intestines. He cut it off with a slight stroke of his sharp fingernail and threw it away.
aside.
"It's broken by an inch~" Lan
"You are finally here. This stage is specially built for you."
"Ah~ I knew you were still thinking of me, darling~ If it weren't for you, I would never set foot in such a vulgar place, let alone use these soulless rotten flesh as a medium to descend~ Look,
How much I love you, I miss the days when we were entangled with each other so much. Your overwhelming maleness can awaken my deepest femaleness every time~ Oh, come back~ You have seen enough of the colorful world outside, no?
?"
With a sneer, Amnak took off his helmet, revealing a stern face with slightly darker skin. Through his dark eyes, he could only see endless ridicule. His fine white hair fell away as the helmet came off.
draped over his shoulders.
"Bitch, stop being so hypocritical. I know you betrayed me, otherwise Salish wouldn't know my plan so quickly."
Teoti covered his mouth with both hands and snickered twice, then said in a soft voice:
"Who told you not to take them with you? Then I will definitely have to find a way to keep you."
Subsequently, her voice changed from a coquettish little girl to a gentle neutral voice.
"And the master has brought us not enough joy? Why do you want to imitate that idiot Skarbrand? Its clumsy betrayal has been ridiculed by others to this day, and even you have laughed at it."
"The frightening flattery is called joy? I am a warrior, I am the King of Hosts. My mission is to fight, not to play the clown for the eternally unpredictable thoughts of some being."
Teoti's inhuman-like face frowned humanely, and then a row of eyes grew on her face, all staring at Amnak.
"You have indeed changed. Ever since you returned from that failed battle on Terra, everything has changed. Is it some trick from the Crystal Maze?"
Amnak raised his sword and pointed it at the opponent.
"So you can never understand what freedom is."
"Hehe, you are considered free now? Aren't you still someone's slave?" Lan
"At least now I don't have to worry about whether my performance is funny enough, whether it might offend a certain being and suffer eternal damnation and ridicule. At least... my sword now dances for battle, not to please anyone.
And Wu, I am Amnak, the king of armies, and I am Akulduna, the leader of two hundred swordsmen! My sword will no longer flatter any existence, it will only fight for battle! You
Go back and tell Salish, no, I think He can hear it now, so please remember, I will definitely get back what I have lost and suffered."
Teoti showed an expression of astonishment, and even the succubi hissed, their faces distorted into hateful roars, and then Teoti hissed:
"You are crazy, Amnak. What has penetrated your soul to make you so arrogant that you defy the Supreme Lord?"