Chapter 506 Five Swords Are Not Enough

"The seeds have been planted, and we just need to wait for them to take root and sprout!" Slaanesh's joyful voice reached Perturabo's ears. He smiled stiffly. He helped Slaanesh just to disgust Guilliman.

"I can't wait for that day to come." Under Perturabo's silent appearance, he was rubbing his hands and laughing. Although others could not know the softness under the steel, Slaanesh could keenly feel his heart.

Perturabo's Guilliman was really lifelike. I don't know how carefully this guy has observed his brothers in private. Maybe he can also play other Primarchs? For example, Sanguinius or something?

Thinking of this, Slaanesh began to drool with desire and excitement. She quickly wiped the corner of her mouth and told herself that she was already a married woman and could not be as dissolute and disorderly as before.

Perturabo thought of the whispers of Iverene's soul just now, and he asked Slaanesh about the news of Corsaro.

"Oh~him!" Slaanesh became energetic when she mentioned Corsaro, but she rarely felt depressed. Slaanesh's shadow covered Perturabo, provoking the latter's resistance and tearing.

But Slaanesh didn't care about this, just laughed, "Corsaro is really good. That little mustache is really sexy. I also made a doll like him and put it at home."

"It's disgusting. I'm not asking these."

"I know you're not asking these, I just want to tease you."

"What?"

Perturabo looked at Slaanesh angrily, and then he only felt a strange fragrance sticking to his lips and stretching towards the inside of his nose. Perturabo covered his face with his big hands in disgust and jumped a few steps away from Slaanesh.

Seeing that Slaanesh was completely unserious, Perturabo also knew that he couldn't get any useful information from this dangerous evil god today. His huge body disappeared in the shadows of the trees, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Oh~ cute silly boy." Slaanesh watched Perturabo go away, and this little shadow also dissipated, and the next moment it returned to the main shadow beside Lin Fan.

"Oh~ dear, I miss you so much." Slaanesh's main body was delaying Lin Fan here. Lin Fan had no idea what she and Perturabo had done to Iverene.

Odemaier woke up, leaning against the table, holding a can of coffee in her hand, looking at Lin Fan with contempt.

"You are really enthusiastic."

"Thank you for the compliment~" Slaanesh didn't care about the deep meaning of Odemaier's words, and took a bite of Lin Fan with his backhand.

This weird exchange of emotions made Odemaier feel uncomfortable all over. She frowned and walked towards the bewildered Dilia, and then led her away.

"You still have something to learn, not these things."

"Huh?"

While Dilia was still in a daze, she was dragged away by Odmaier. Her modified heavy semi-mechanical body was as light as a feather to Odmaier. She could only watch how Slaanesh gnawed Lin Fan with envy and shyness.

The hatch closed, and the crunching sound of gnawing was locked in the conference room. Lin Fan felt the itching sensation from his scalp helplessly, and asked why Slaanesh suddenly liked this.

"Hmm." An unclear voice came, and Slaanesh's majestic shadow picked up Lin Fan like a lollipop, and then gnawed and licked him hungrily.

"Dear, you don't know how good you taste. So delicious~"

"But your teeth are broken."

"Don't care about these details, let me taste it for a while."

"Okay."

Lin Fan helplessly poked his face, feeling the faint itching brought by the gnawing of Slaanesh's fine shadow teeth. Slaanesh has good teeth and a good appetite. Did he get a teething stick this time?

He thought with some amusement, and then a sigh of the Emperor came to his mind. Maybe he really couldn't bear to see such a weird interaction. If human love could be expressed in this way, he would get up from the throne the next moment and destroy this human race that made him speechless.

A few days later, Ivrene woke up. She smelled the fragrance of the wood and wondered if she was on the territory of the Wild Eldar.

No. The vague memory told her that she came to find the prophet, met Guilliman, and listened to a lot of meaningless nonsense from him.

Uh, my head hurts!

Ivrene sat up and felt a little tingling in her head. Then she looked around and saw that natural wood was wrapping her up. These woods contained abundant and unimaginable life force. Even the world soul that the Wild Eldar worked hard to cultivate did not have such energy fluctuations.

But she also sensed something wrong in this life force. There was always a breath of Nurgle wrapped in the trees. It was not very obvious, but it was hard for Ivrenie to ignore it.

Pushing open the door, she saw huge trees interlaced. These trees blocked Ivrenie's vision, making it a luxury to look far away. In the sky intertwined with branches and leaves, there were sun lamps emitting warm light.

In the gaps between trees, there were servo skulls and various crudely designed flying objects without any decorations moving. Most of the people operating these aircraft were soldiers of the Star Army called Krieg.

Ivrenie stared at all this in a daze. A red-armored figure appeared behind her. It was the Thousand Faces himself.

"How did he create such a place."

The Thousand Faces did not answer Ivrene's question, but just made a gesture to her that symbolized the Lord of Desire.

Ivrene's pupils shrank slightly, and she remembered that she fell into a soul coma because she was exposed to the shadow of Slaanesh for too long. Lin Fan made a deal with the evil god, and there was more than one evil god.

Nurgle and Slaanesh have both appeared in this world. Is this a trap? A trap to destroy the Death God Army?

The exchange of glances between the two conveyed a lot of information. In the end, the Thousand Faces sighed and shook his head to indicate that there had never been such a scene in the prophecy.

Without the prophecy, the Eldar could hardly walk in the dark universe. The sparse population determined that the Eldar could not abandon any of their compatriots. They were not as big as the human empire. They could not afford to lose, and could only rely on foresight to minimize the loss.

"According to the prophecy, we should not be here. We are taking the third Crone Sword at this time."

"Is the prophecy wrong?"

"No." The Thousand Faces denied Ivrene's idea.

In this series of comics, the mechanical priests do not look very smart