Chapter 569 The craziest live the best
"Join me or be devoured."
Victor, who had received the gift of the Black Muse, provided his compatriots with the last choice. Seeing the tribesmen being devoured one by one by Slaanesh, the survivors of Gomor had no choice. They silently apologized to Isha and boarded the The Ancient Spirit Ark and Victor drifted into the dark universe.
How did Victor know so many of Gomo's secrets? What exactly is the new path he is referring to? No one knows why, but they all know that it has something to do with Lacasse, the blood pity beside Victor.
The entire Gemo knew that the Blood Mercies no longer regarded themselves as Dark Eldar, but among the Blood Mercies, Lacasse was the crazy existence that made other Blood Mercies' backs tingle.
So we faced a lunatic, a lunatic city lord, and a lunatic who pities people. We still have no way out. Gemo has become a playground for demons to wreak havoc.
Larkath screamed again while trembling, "Second! Second lifeline! The rift is not open! The Eye of Terror is closed! The human empire is freed from the invasion of Chaos, they have wiped out the orcs and wiped out the Eldar. Created a bloody empire of ignorance and fanaticism. I saw it! I saw humanity defeated by the undead again, and they and the Tyranids became captive lambs."
"The third! The third lifeline!" Lacasse was in even more pain. The other heads under his head exploded like light bulbs with overloaded current. Spiritual energy surged around his body, forcing him to observe how the thread of fate dealt with him. It's such a difficult thing to say. Although he had done this thousands of times, he could even tell from the subtle differences in the chewing of the bones which prophet of the craft world the bones came from.
"Hurry! Lacasse! Article 3!" Victor roared, urging Lacasse to keep his consciousness awake in the wash of endless fate.
"Article 3. The Great Rift Opens. The Human Empire. Hmm!" Lacasse gritted his teeth. The extra bones in his body were stimulated by psychic lightning and became bright, and his whole body exuded a burning smell. "We accept God. We are sheltered from being devoured completely. We participate in the final battle. We follow God’s steps to the new paradise.”
Larkath collapsed, his body falling into a puddle of pulpy broth. The broth exuded a fishy smell. Victor rushed into the depths of the rotten meat mountain and rummaged through the blood, flesh and body fluids. He brought out Lacasse with only his head and spine left.
"Lakas, your work is not over yet." Victor did not show any concern about Lacas' situation, but instead smiled.
"That's right, my work is not over yet, and I haven't seen more truth yet." After Lacasse said this, his spirit collapsed, leaving only unprepared data calculations in his mouth.
Ordering Nightmare to take over Lacasse's broken body, Victor asked them to shape a new body for Lacasse. As for the materials used to shape it, it was naturally other Blood Mercy colleagues who claimed to be masters of flesh and blood.
Humming a cheerful tune, Victor was not at all confused or confused by the future described by Lacasse. The most dangerous criminal is never the one who plans and executes his crime perfectly. Rather, they are people who commit crimes out of curiosity.
What? You ask me why I would murder a stranger so cruelly? I just wanted to see the color of his intestines. His face was so pale, so I thought the color of his intestines must be interesting.
Victor is this kind of person. He doesn't care about the survival and continuation of the race. He is just a fun-loving person, a fun-loving person who does not allow himself to stand on the dark side of the stage.
"I have to say, you are the fourth person I have ever seen who is so pure."
"The fourth one? What a disappointment. I thought I was not the first, but could also be the second." Victor spoke to the unfolded map, and the map stood up lightly. The soul of the little man in the robe The point of light becomes a mouth.
"Of course you are the fourth one. Haha." There is a cynical contentment in the laughter. This kind of laughter alone is enough to arouse the most unmentionable dark desires deep in people's hearts. This kind of instigation is close to the power of concepts. It can only remind Victor of an ancient name - The Deceiver.
"Can you tell me about the great achievements of your predecessors? This will help my passion for competition." Victor said with a smile.
"Oh! Enthusiasm for competition, this reminds me of competing with a stinky piece of shit in the subspace. His existence really makes me work harder! Hahaha!" The Deceiver smiled, his appreciation for Victor increasing. The more, "The first one is the last living person of the Destruction Clan. I like to see him struggling in the pain of loneliness, the second one is the god-ascended loser from the Golden Age of Destruction, and the third one is from the Eldar carnival party." Host. And this fourth one is you. How should I give you an interesting title? After all, you are different from them. Your purpose is very pure, but their purpose is very complicated. He hopes that the tribe will not. Caught in a destructive civil war, he hopes that he can witness the truth of the universe, and he hopes that the spiritual empire will prosper forever. And what do you hope for? Your appeal seems to be a little purer than mine." The fraudster looked at it meaningfully. Victor, "Maybe you should take my seat."
"Oh?" Victor looked at the fraudster and asked in an exaggerated manner, "Are you so unconfident with me? Then I'm really flattered. Why don't you tell me your purpose and let me Taunting you hard."
"Haha." The fraudster did not answer Victor's question directly. He laughed evilly and disappeared in front of Victor.
There were only Victor and the floating map in the empty ship passage. "What a waste." With a sneerful curse, Victor rolled up the map and started to move the entire fleet towards the direction marked on the map.
Deceiver watched Victor's fleet go away, and he also felt several Eldar ships passing by him. Without even looking, the deceiver knew that the person on board was Ifreni, the God of Death. Although Victor did not discover these stalkers, it did not mean that the deceiver could not discover them.
"Slow down, my dear, you are running too fast." The Deceiver stretched out his hand and grabbed Efreni's fleet. He stirred it gently with his fingers, and a vortex firmly pulled all the ships in place. Spin.
"Oh! That thing is coming." The deceiver felt that the subject who had once shattered the God of Foundation was approaching. He put his hand in front of his mouth, opened his mouth wide and took in himself bit by bit until he became a person who could not be beaten. Observation cannot determine the point of existence.
The official recently released the Ark of Omen, which contains a God of Forging. Anyway, I can’t write this book. Just like the new Dwarf Alliance, it’s hard to add it to the current book.