Chapter 49 Six Rings of Bliss

The blade of nothingness sliced ​​through the golden sand, and the tip of the sword flew away a bunch of tumbling gold. The colorful silk studded with gems reluctantly broke on the blade. A handful of blazing fire was thrown into the golden sand in the direction in which the sword's edge was raised, burning countless exquisite and shining crafts into molten iron.

Morse pulled out a piece of iridescent brocade yarn from the pile of gold and silver, and the curse followed the brocade, turning it into the simplest black linen.

He covered his body with linen cloth to cover his body. When he completed this move, the scorching sun and golden sand within several inches around him turned into dim black ash and dispersed, leaving only a piece of scorched earth without any sense of beauty.

The scorched earth spread as he walked forward. Although countless jewels and gold coins on the golden sand dunes collapsed and replenished from all directions as he walked behind him, no gold coin or gem could get close to the nothingness itself wrapped in black cloth.

His actions aroused the dissatisfaction of many creatures. The unknown creatures crawling on the ground with their servants screamed at him in annoyance. When they saw this dead thing created by pure curses, they fell into the gold in horror. In the vortex of silver jewelry, he buried his head among the hot gold coins and gems, showing a ridiculous ugliness.

"Don't you like this?" A crying voice whispered to him softly with tears in his eyes, "Don't you like this scene?"

In front of his eyes, countless over-towered golden mountains collapsed. Under each golden mountain, a glazed statue was revealed, engraved with various forms of Morse. Next to each glazed statue was a gilded statue depicting the Lord of Colors. Her own beautiful appearance.

Countless slaves kneeling beside the glass statue all turned their heads, and thousands of voices harmoniously and weirdly completed every syllable fragment in the sentence: "I made it new for you, my nothingness. . For thousands of days and thousands of nights, I have been waiting for the moment when you have desire. Why did you let me see you now?"

"Then stop this mystery." Morse said rudely, and the curses accompanying his words were like dark arrows, shattering all the glazed statues in an instant.

He fished out a handful of gold coins from the sand and remelted them into a small gold bullet, "I want this.

The happy person's tears were stuck. Maybe she never thought that Morse would snatch her gold and jade jewelry so openly.

The golden sand rolled downwards, and a dark hole sank in the quicksand. Morse jumped into it and fell straight into an endless lake of crimson wine.

Thanks to the fact that he had no body at all, Morse opened his eyes and floated up in the lake. The sword blade penetrated a soft platform made of flesh and blood, and he used the force to flip to the shore.

Blood and bones have built extremely gorgeous pavilions and mansions here. The dotted archipelago pavilions are connected with winding and deep corridors. Banquets are arranged in the center of the pavilions on the 6,666 islands. Countless fresh ingredients are cooked on the spot. Take out and make it and serve it on the banquet table.

Countless extremely fat gluttons competed to stuff their stomachs with a table full of delicacies. Their burst internal organs flowed out from their torn skins, and their blood flowed into the wine lake under the pavilion. Others who were hungry and thirsty buried their entire heads in the lake and devoured the water itself until they drowned and fell to the bottom of the lake and turned into withered bones.

A fair-skinned girl as beautiful as a mountain elf walked out from a white wall. She held a gold plate and hugged Morse's empty black cloth. Her white teeth bit a piece of delicious pastry that was moving and deforming, and raised her head. He passed his neck to Morse's mouth, giggling.

The sword in Morse's hand swung sideways, cutting the girl in half. Her upper body fell on the smooth tanned floor, her cheerful face still smiling slightly: "Why don't you eat anything, my guest? Aren't you hungry? Aren't you thirsty?"

Morse picked up a slender white bone from the table. It was unknown what creature this thing came from.

He stuffed it into his black robe dignifiedly, "Next level."

The face of the happy person became ferocious, and the skin split into three equal parts.

"You took my stuff again!" she screamed sharply. The pavilion collapsed, the island sank, and the lake rolled up huge waves, lifting Morse up and pushing him to the other side of the lake.

The melodious tones were chanted from the mouths of the celebrants, soft gauze was scattered all over the ground, and in the drifting mist, there were countless people enjoying the joy with long and sweet shouts, and their figures were as hazy and uncertain as phantoms. Beautiful creatures enjoy all kinds of fun and are intoxicated with each other.

A soft palm touched Morse's black robe, which sank into the inside of the robe due to the lack of anything in it.

The inviter made a coquettish sound and grabbed Morse and wouldn't let go. "What are you going to take away from me this time, my nothingness? You can take nothing but myself."

"How can you scream again?" Morse said calmly, turned around and grabbed the extremely beautiful girl, ignoring her plump body, raised his sword and chopped off her head, and cut off a bunch of incomparably perfect hair from her head. Sleek long hair.

He tied this strand of hair to the white bones he had taken earlier and put it into an unknown pocket on his black robe.

The happy one screamed in shock, and her sound waves cut away horizontally like silk threads, instantly cutting off the bodies of countless creatures here: "You have made me defective! How can you not know your good intentions!"

The headless limbs rushed forward, desperately scratching at Morse's black robe, as if trying to claw out some compensation from the void. Her palm slid over the curse words and she clenched it suddenly, then released her palm, but there was still nothing in her palm.

Morse smiled and strode forward.

Over the foothills, there were endless servants kneeling down at the top of the mountain where he was. Countless armies, kings, nobles, courtiers, workers, and farmers all prostrated themselves in the valley, and deafening welcome and praise resounded to the edge of the sky.

When he stepped onto the podium on the top of the mountain, countless servants rushed to his feet, raised their hands high, and presented endless bouquets, banners, tapestries, swords and shields, medals, robes, official documents and crowns.

One of them held a sharp golden dagger in both hands. When Morse approached him, the man flew up from the ground, the dagger pointed directly at his body, with extremely vicious hatred and painful anger in his eyes.

Morse crossed the sword and slapped it down from the top of the mountain, like kicking a small stone.

He caught the golden dagger that slipped out of his hand and put it in his waist.

"So anxious?" He raised his eyebrows, and an angry scream came from the valley.

After crossing the mountaintop, what came to him was an endless forest. The forest that should have been filled with fragrant flowers and birds and a beautiful mirror lake now directly showed its horror.

Trees pulled out their roots from the ground to chase, and countless sharp and terrifying thorns waved their long thorns full of poison. Morse swung his sword and ignited the fire, quickly clearing the way forward.

He had taken all the items he needed, so there was no need to sneakily pull out two vines in the process.

"Why bother?" Morse whispered, leaving behind the many traps chasing him. "Classic and old-fashioned."

Rushing out of the forest, he came to a vast beach again. This time, the sand was no longer a jewel that hurt people, but only the softest fine sand.

The breeze softened the body of the visitor with cool water vapor, and the ubiquitous soothing songs gently caressed the cold heart, making people want to droop their tired eyelids, slow down their rapid breathing, and fall into a sweet sleep forever.

Before Morse could sit down and rest, the whole scene changed for the last time.

He passed the process of walking slowly forward through the endlessly beautiful palace gates, admiring paintings and handicrafts layer by layer, and missed the opportunity to listen to the strange music that never existed in the hall, and missed the opportunity to communicate with countless masked dancers or whatever. What appeared in front of him was a soft couch covered with heavy gauze and extending infinitely in all directions.

The gauze curtains depicted the various situations of sentient beings with fine brushstrokes. All sentient beings, countless and boundless, whether with color or without color, with thoughts or without thoughts, with neither thoughts nor without thoughts, all fell from this paradise pavilion and died, and entered Nirvana from this fallen sky. In this way, there is no sentient being who has extinction, and no sentient being who has Nirvana.

Behind the curtains, there are thousands of sounds and thousands of shapes, without human appearance, without sentient beings. Neither male nor female, neither long-lived nor young, the extreme of endless beauty is endless sin. There is no exit or entrance around this couch, no way to leave, only the depths of the gauze curtain where one can sink deeper.

"Come to me, my nothingness." The thousands of figures on the tent all conveyed the temptation from the depths of the gauze curtain, with infinite joy and desire, and equal arrogance, jealousy and hatred, "You have come to my palace, you want to come to my belly."

Its laughter is as crisp as a bell, and as venomous as dowry: "You accomplice of the bandits! You have nowhere to go!"

Morse laughed with it, then he stopped laughing and roared: "Where are you!"

The sword blade engraved with runes broke in his left hand, and a majestic cold golden light flowed out of it; the spell runes burst out at the same time with the greatest amplitude, responding to it very tacitly, and took Morse away from the Palace of Pleasure in the blink of an eye, leaving only a piece of burnt gauze, floating down from the soft couch of the Lord of Pleasure.

Morse character card (under 40k10E rules):

M:12 T:8 SV:2+ W:10 LD:5+ OC:2

Special Protection: 3+

Ranged Weapons:

-Farewell:

RANGE:24 A:4 BS:2+ S:4 AP:-1 D:2

[Pistol][Anti-Demon 2+][Precision][Ignore Cover]

Melee Weapons:

-Death Eagle:

RANGE:Melee A:6 WS:2+ S:6 AP:-2 D:2

[Combo 1][Precision]

Abilities:

Core:[Deep Strike][Leader][Lone Agent]

Blood of the Saints:

When a friendly unit is within 6 inches of this model, each time a model in the friendly unit shoots, add 1 to the hit dice result.

Undead:

When this model leads a unit, the models in the unit enjoy 4+ invulnerability to any attack.

Babel Falls:

During your Shooting phase, you can choose an enemy unit within 48 inches of this model and roll a D6; on a roll of 1, reroll a D6; on a roll of 2-5, the enemy unit takes 2D6 mortal wounds; on a roll of 6, the enemy unit takes 3D6 mortal wounds.

Keywords:

Behemoth, Character, Epic Hero, Flying, Psyker, Immortal, Morse