It is easy for the enslaves to operate, but it is a bit of a slut for the demons, as if the laws of physics and subspace have no big impact on them.
And it is very important that the slaves will not share their "results" with other subspace creatures. After enslaving a psychic creature, the slaves will turn them into a portal, a portal between the real world and the slaves' illusory threshold. Their will and flesh will be torn into a rift leading to the immaterial world. The three slaves will unite to form a spiritual bond, transforming the rift into a special and extremely stable subspace gate, and more slaves can
More subspace gates are created from any psychics they serve, and freely pouring into the real world through the victim's dying bodies, which is the rare plague of slavers. In this process, the use of subspace gates by slavers is inaccessible to the demons. There have been demons trying to use the channels created by slavers, but the ending is often bad, and it can be said to be the most complete destruction, especially when hundreds of slavers gather together, the most powerful demons have to take a detour.
This is just the strength of ordinary slaves, which shows what the legendary great slaves are.
But for some reason, they all disappeared. For subspaces without the concept of time, "disappearance" is a very difficult operation. It is difficult not to remind people of the power of destruction.
But even Amnak, the former chief of Slaanesh, is difficult to know. Perhaps only the deepest part of the crystal maze can find the truth about the disappearance of the great slaves.
But unexpectedly, there was one here.
Faced with such a terrifying existence, Amnak seemed not panicked. The power of the enslaves could control everything, but the star gods and the others definitely had no choice, let alone Xuncheng, who is almost the strongest star god. Amnak can now be said to be Xuncheng's "big demon". Even if he dies, his body will be destroyed, and his consciousness will still return to Soshiyang's ring.
But as a last resort, he did not want to give up this body that he had become accustomed to.
"The ancient great slaves, devour me, you get nothing, and my sword will hurt you, you are imprisoned by the fear of the dead, and I am imprisoned by them. We have a common interest and join forces to escape."
The Great Slaver stared at the tiny existence, with black and green lightning flashing in dozens of eyes.
Then, a giggle sounded.
"A weak puppet."
As the Great Slaver spoke, Amnak could feel the other party's invisible spiritual tentacles touching him, as if he was tasting him.
This is the most terrifying thing about the primitive predators. They do not have any exaggerated and gorgeous means, but they have the most primitive but secret fangs.
"But...you are special, I smell the twisted material power in the world."
In a moment, it let out a smooth laugh.
"But this does not mean you are qualified to negotiate the conditions before the great Fana Hayne Sfano Zaka."
The Great Slaver's name is more of a spell than a name. Amnak did not remember it, and even wiped it out of his mind, because he knew that just trying to remember the other person would be left with a spiritual mark.
"This is not a discussion of the conditions. I just want to give you a suggestion that is beneficial to both parties."
"A weak puppet, restrain your delusions."
The breath exhaled by the Great Slaver is like the most chaotic storm in subspace.
"If it were so easy to escape here, I would not be trapped here. I had let them escape in the shadows, but I still fell into their trap... This cage transcends space, and its time is constantly in a staggered tremor. It sometimes moves forward and sometimes flows backwards, and can never be understood and cannot be cracked... Besides, my power has weakened due to hunger."
Slowly, the Great Slaver raised the spiritual claws of his weapons and reached towards Amnak.
Just as it was about to touch Amnak, the other party felt fear rushing all over his body for the first time. He seemed to see the scene of his throat being cut open, blood gushing out, and then being eaten alive.
Considering his current characteristics, he became more aware of the terror of the Great Slaves. If this thing goes to the mortal world, it is probably only possible that Soshiyang can control it, and those so-called primordial bodies are not very good.
Suddenly, the sword in front of Amnak was picked up and then a collision sound was made.
The three swords, like lightning, were roaring, as if chewing the air madly, as if saliva was everywhere.
In a blink of an eye, the saber of Charnabal fell down again and inserted into the thin white sand.
An endless beach stretched out in front of him, the sky was sang like a heavenly sound, responding to the sound of the waves, as if it were the most beautiful lullaby, enough to defeat the strongest wall of thought.
The light waves patted, as if they were the physicalization of tiredness. Amnak was very familiar with this. Anyone who dared to take a nap here will fall into the quagmire of slackness and joy, and the body formed the bones and white gravel on the beach.
At one moment he realized that it was an hallucination.
However, immediately afterwards he realized that for the former master, the limitations of space and time were not necessarily useful, and perhaps He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
When footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, Amnak turned his head and found a charming girl wearing a veil, with a charming figure, but with strange three-legged and four-armed arms walking towards him.
“Teotti…”
"I said last time that your eternal punishment will surely come."
Slaanesh's dark pet concubine chuckled and suddenly appeared beside Amnak, and the weapon transformed from her arm stabbed him.
Armnack glimpsed through his eyes that this was a sword, long, with a corrugated edge, and a shaped like a poisonous snake letter.
The opponent was very fast, or his speed slowed down, and he could not even avoid it. He could only watch the tip of the dagger slashed across his side abdomen, and pain surged across his body.
His blood sprinkled on the white grit, raising a smell of burnt sugar and hot iron.
Amnak said nothing, and his sword slashed at the opponent with his backhand, but the opponent easily bypassed the tip of the sword and jumped off the ground. Amnak followed closely behind, and his sword grabbed the opponent.
The two turned into a chase battle, and their weapons kept rolling and intertwining. The fabric on Teotti was torn apart by the sword wind, and the cut skin below was curled into a bloody flag, but she didn't care. Even her rolled skin and tangled purple silk formed a grim face, her body emitted bursts of heat and steamed all over her body, but she turned around like a dance, fucking the sword and stabbed Amnak again.
Amnak dodged one attack, two strikes, three strikes...but every attack from the opponent was as fierce as a whirlwind.
And the pain from his side abdomen burned in his body, and the smell of dust and ash poured into his throat. He seemed to hear the soft call of his former master.