Chapter 769 New Year’s Eve Special: Slaanes if Line Extra (Continued)

"After that being said, Lord Luo Jia."

"I haven't had time to congratulate you on your great victory in the Fenris Galaxy."

"I heard that Horus cut off Rimanrus' head with his own hands: on the Heracfinel?"

Even for the great-written Lord Luo Jia, it is definitely not an easy thing to walk in the palace of Dawn Breaker, which has fallen to some extreme.

In the past days, Luo Jia has witnessed the lewd palace that honors the name of the Prince of Enjoyment more than once: as the strongest of the four powerful chaotic powers, Slaanes is now so powerful that he can bring him to the point of being powerful. The three brothers were so overwhelmed.

Even in the depths of the subspace where chaos is believed in, there are far more demonic worlds that fall into the hands of Slaanes than other similar species: more than their total number.

The original balance of the great game was irreversibly overturned, and Slaanes was once regarded as the most promising player among his brothers, the most likely player to win the game: but no one expected that He would win so quickly.

Or: No one expected that He would be so honest and... generous.

And in the real universe, the situation has developed to a one-sided level.

The successive decline of Avalon, Five Hundred Worlds and Nostramo, and their secondary expansion after this, almost dyed half of the Milky Way a bright purple representing joy, and indulged in it without any hesitation. ,Every second, the number of followers of Slaanes is growing in unlimited range in units of billions.

Anyone who is loyal to the emperor just needs to take a look at the current galaxy situation and fainted in horror: the magnificent territory originally named the Far East Frontier has become the unsatisfactory purple-black on the star map, even the eyes of fear You must also be willing to accept the disadvantage.

Under him, the originally majestic five hundred worlds of Ultramar were completely torn into millions of pieces by the most successful expedition in the history of the Galaxy, falling into endless reincarnation of power and nothingness. among.

The Queen of Avalon used the massive seeds of the Extreme Warriors she seized, and after Kiriman cried away, she created a large number of distorted and deformed [New Extreme Warriors]: They followed the spider queen's bewitchment and endless The vanity and desire for power fill their hearts.

The utopia that the Lord of Markulag spent hundreds of years to create, but its prosperity and prosperity became the fertile supply of Slaanes: the deformed warlords and tyrants squandered the almost inexhaustible legacy of the five hundred worlds, and used a game. A fancy but futile battle transformed the former Second Empire into an inexhaustible granary for the Hedonistic Prince in the physical universe.

On the other side, the people of Nostramo chose a more private depravity: they rushed into the forbidden zone called ghoul stars like madmen and built the most luxurious flesh and blood workers , a laboratory is built with star regions and galaxies as units.

Every day, a vast sea of ​​alien mutants, transformed bodies and twisted flesh crawled out of the soil of Nostramo, pulled by whips and chains to a forge called the Galaxy, joining the sacred Justice Crusade.

The new midnight lords named these ugly monsters as soldiers, and themselves are supervisors, judges and police supervisors, who will be responsible for commanding these pathetic atonement soldiers and practicing the true meaning of justice in the galaxy.

In the past, I wanted to explore what justice once drove the past midnight ghost crazy, but now the situation is very different: under the guidance of Morgan and his Lord, the Eighth Primarch and his entire legion finally understood the slackness. The close connection between the way and the way of justice.

Since they are judges and are born with the benchmark of justice, why do they need to seek trouble and reduce their identities to find the right benchmark in prisoners: anyone who contradicts their thoughts and ideas of justice incarnation or Things should naturally become objects that need to be eliminated by justice.

Justice does not need to be thoughtful: just execute.

Adhering to this idea, the Eighth Legion hungrily devoted itself to the plunder and ravage of the Eastern Galaxy: the new Thirteenth Legion was their greatest helper, but also their most important competitor.

After these two new legions practiced the Way of Slaanes, the East of the Great Vortex has rarely been effectively loyal to the empire world.

This is why Horus and Roja will let Morgan be left alone: ​​the power of the empire has never been so weak, and when they surrounded the Holy Terra, they didn't even need to worry about any loyal reinforcements.

The north and west of the Milky Way have long fallen into the hands of Horus and Roja, while the south is completely unable to stop Motarian's scythe and Angelon's completely lost his sanity.

As for the East?

The Spider Queen is working to transform the Milky Way east of the Great Vortex into something more terrifying, more transcendent.

Even Luo Jia himself couldn't say what Avalon is now: he just knew that when he was walking in it, he would feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Especially when a whole Dawnbreaker team chose to walk with him.

And the leader is obviously a chatterbox.

The big talker frowned indifferently.

But he nodded anyway.

"That's right."

“Whether it was Fenris’ defense, or the Sixth Legion itself, it was completely declared as a result of the death of Rimanruth and the disintegration of the Heracfinel: this was enough to soothe Magnus and the Thousand Sons’s Spirit in Heaven. ”

“It’s good.”

Dawn Breaker just nodded, and his arrogant attitude made Luo Jia very dislike.

"Horus is doing pretty well."

"But I heard that Chagatai Khan and his legion took the opportunity to escape back to Terra?"

“…”

Luo Jia was silent for a moment.

"Please pay attention."

The sound of the Primarch became much darker.

"You are talking about the general of war, the commander of this great war, the man who was chosen by the gods to completely defeat the pseudo-emperor: you should call him [Lord Horus] and give this name The highest respect.”

"grown ups?"

Several dawn breakers stopped.

They looked at each other and then laughed wildly: even the Fallen Knight who had been following them had laughed like a human.

"I understand what you said, sir."

Dawn Breaker deliberately delayed the last damn name for several seconds.

"But please note: maybe other gods did choose Horus."

"But Slaanesia: absolutely not."

Luo Jia frowned.

"Why do you say that? The blessing of Slaanes is still entangled in Horus."

"Maybe."

The Dawnbreaker waved.

"But our mother is not optimistic about whether Horus can knock down the emperor."

"Slaanesia would not go against her."

"Oh, or... He can't~"

This time, the smiles of the Dawn Breakers turned into a gloomy, which made the spine chill.

“…”

Luo Jia didn't say anything more.

Although he still supports and respects Horus from the bottom of his heart: After all, the wolf god at this moment is one of the most powerful living beings in the real universe. He controls the gifts given by the four gods with a clear mind Power, from Eastvan to Betangamon today, Roja has never seen him rest even once.

He was willing to follow Horus: but he could not speak for him here.

The Primarch closed his mouth, and the next journey became particularly quiet: the Dawn Breakers were still guiding Luo Jia, and from time to time the Dawn Breaker soldiers would leave the team, and there would be someone coming out from where to replace the position.

But from beginning to end, Luo Jia felt a strict discipline: a rigor and order that was almost impossible to maintain for a long time in Slaanes believers.

Not only that, there are also some places that make the big talkers feel weird.

The first is the palace itself: it doesn’t matter how huge this palace is, they seem to have walked through a world, but still can’t see the end of the corridor.

But more importantly, its decoration and the doctrine of the Prince of Hedonism is so...rebellious.

Pure white marble and polished silver towers form a monolithic corridor, and the geometric shapes of the Aida Ling architecture are integrated into it in the most perfect posture: perfect to the point where even these ancient aliens themselves can never be reproduced. .

Statues of snow stone, marble and jade are clustered with exquisite fountains of jewelry and velvet, while more expensive gems are decorated on the walls, stunningly dense and arranged, spreading like stars. Every corner of the field of view.

Everything is so regular.

So neat.

So...normal?

Rayak slowly spoke up the word: Although there were one hundred and twenty reluctances in his heart, he still had to admit it.

This palace is really normal: except that it is a bit too monotonous and empty, even if it is placed in Terra Palace, it does not appear abrupt.

But this...

But this is not normal in itself...

Is this the kingdom of...slaanesia?

Rayak stared blankly at the red gems and light golden veins on the wall, and neat white borders: tens of millions of square carvings like small stones distinguished each huge wall, like a devil. , attracting the confused footsteps of the speaker.

Before he knew it, he found himself standing in front of a wall.

A mediocre wall: In the past few hours, he has walked through tens of thousands of walls like this, but the first and last sides seem to be no different.

Just...very ordinary?

With doubt in his arms, Rayak touched it tentatively.

“…”

His cold sweat broke out.

Why……

Why... is soft?

Is the wall soft?

But it is obviously marble?

etc……

How did he know it was marble? When did he think so?

But marble should be soft...

Wait... Wait...

No...No!

Rayak took a deep breath, and he touched it with courage again, trying his best to maintain his calm mind.

He saw: It was indeed marble.

He touched it: It was indeed soft.

He thought: this touch, this breath, this familiar feeling of intimacy.

That's right...this is not marble.

Rayak recognized it.

...

This is human skin.

Living, human skin: its owner must still be breathing and thinking.

But…but where are they?

Suddenly, the back and hair of the man in the mouth were already wet. He didn't notice how heavy his breath was, nor did he noticed that he had left the army: he was like a child who had peed his pants. , stood there at a loss.

Want an explanation: use his world view to come up with an explanation.

They are alive, but how can the walls be alive?

Are their heads? Where are their brains? Other places...where!

He grew up his mouth, and there was a strange sweetness in the cold air.

It seemed to be guiding him, pulling him invisibly, causing Rayak to stumble forward, and hitting his head against the soft and warm wall: a different feeling came from his forehead.

He looked closely and found that it was a perfect red cat's eye.

It's really...completely flawless.

The verbal bearer who had never felt wealth was fascinated at this moment. He showed an unimaginable greed expression, subconsciously grasped the gem tightly, and with a light force, he snatched it off.

So beautiful.

Rayak looked at the special black luster in the middle of the cat's eye.

So heavy, so charming.

It seems to move.

...

No……

It's really moving!

It was really moving, surging, blinking like real eyes.

Looking at him.

They were all looking at him!

All the gems! Eye! Those things on the wall! They were all looking at him!

He felt it!

Rayak sat on the ground.

They are screaming: from the void left by the gem, the sound of the sound seems to come from the deepest part of the subspace.

Rayak could hear clearly that it was a person who had been tortured, praying that he could get a complete death, praying that he could get out of here, praying that he could see the truth behind the curtain of the subspace.

He saw it!

They made him see it!

Rayak looked at the wall.

White marble... no! It was pale and blood-colored skin.

Gems of different colors... no! That was the eyeballs that were cut down and embedded in it, but still maintained their thinking and motivation.

Neatly edging...

No, that's the teeth.

The skin and eyeball teeth were mixed together: I don’t know how many people were, I don’t know what posture it was, but they formed this room, this palace.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

They are still alive…he walks on their living bodies.

Lively, can shout, I don’t know what kind of body it looks like.

They were built together, like bricks built into a wall.

They...they...

Rayak knelt on the ground.

How could they do this?

How could he do this!

Where is this?

Reality? Or crazy?

Is he still alive?

Is he still awake?

He still...is he still himself?

He finally...

"What are you doing?"

Inside his ears, if a fairy-like voice dragged Rayak out of his madness.

“…”

He turned his head away almost without any sense.

Then he saw the most perfect face he had witnessed in his life.

A lady with pale hair and lilac eyes, her pale skin was so perfectly embedded in her face, as if it was a galaxy treasure carved by Sarangeles himself.

She knelt beside Rayak, so gentle and considerate, so beautiful...

The gem just now was not as bright as that of this lady.

Oh my God... Oh my God...

Is he in love? Did the great soul he had sworn to dedicate to Chaos disappear?

This...this ecstatic heartbeat.

"I...I..."

Rayak opened his mouth: The greatest envoy in the Galaxy couldn't even say a word.

"I just..."

"Ah, I understand."

The lady smiled sweetly: the long skirt she dragged was of the same luster as her hair color, and her slender waist was so slender, it seemed to be smaller than Rayak's wrist, and there was no muscle on her body. , but those slender legs seem to be able to tighten anyone tightly.

When the man in the speech stood up and found that the lady could only reach his lower abdomen, he had to desperately suppress some of the lustful illusions that burst out in his mind.

Reach out your hand and pick up the gem.

"You're just naughty, right?"

She blinked playfully and then stuffed the gem back to its original place.

The sound disappeared instantly.

The hundreds of millions of children were screamed out of their souls and disappeared.

The world has quieted down.

"Don't do this next time."

The lady held the hand of the speaker: her power was surprisingly great.

"After all, it is a big project to sort out these souls and meridians."

"It's not easy to keep them alive."

The lady walked to the fountain and brought out the fresh [fountain water].

“After each destruction, we need to replenish enough souls in time.”

“…”

Rayak watched the lady splashing water from the fountain on the wall.

He tried not to think about the relationship between the so-called soul and the water in the fountain.

Just as he tried hard to ignore the little angel statues on the fountain, turning and looking into his eyes in horror.

He just looked at the wall again.

Um……

They are marble.

Touch again.

This time, it's hard.

Rayak was silent, he would rather believe that everything in front of him was the reality.

And in his silence, hurried footsteps came from behind: It turned out that the Dawnbreaker and his father discovered his disappearance, and returned to find the unlucky word-behind.

Rayak was about to walk forward, but found that the leader of the speech bearer had already walked to his lady with great strides.

He bowed before the beautiful lady.

"His Excellency Rana, why are you here?"

"My mother asked me to come over and see why her distinguished guest hasn't arrived yet."

Ms. Rana, the only guard of the Spider Queen, smiled.

"Ah, this..."

The dawn broke the head.

"I just wanted to take them to visit my mother's palace more."

"That's how..."

Ms. Rana smiled sweetly.

"Since that's the case..."

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

Before others could even see what was going on, the leading Dawnbreaker had already landed on the ground.

The silver helmet was spinning on the ground, and its huge body fell down with a bang.

"Really."

Rana licked the scarlet on her hand, and then took the axe blade handed by the person next to her.

"I said it?"

A hatch.

"Come on as soon as possible."

Two axes.

"My mother has also told me?"

Three axes.

"I can't let you do whatever you want this time."

Four axes.

Five axes.

Six Axes...

"call……"

After slashing almost hundreds of times on the body of the Dawn Breaker, until there was only a pile of fine meat paste left on the ground, Ms. Lana wiped the sweat from her forehead and slashed the Dawn Breaker's. Head.

"Do you understand?"

"Sizi...sizi..."

"I understand, sir."

The meat paste of the Dawn Breaker rolled, sizzling like beef on a frying plate, making a sound at an unimaginable frequency, and gradually gathered together with the naked eye: like the legendary soft mud monster.

The heart is looking for the lung tube, the liver and kidneys are growing hands and feet, and they are hurriedly collecting rotten meat everywhere, and then assemble them together: they also roar sharply from time to time, and drink and return the emperor's son who rushed up to lick it.

"All right."

Rana waved.

"I'll find someone to take your class: remember to make up for the delayed working hours tomorrow."

"Yes, sir..."

What made a sound this time was the head that had become a red and yellow thing.

“Really…”

Rana smiled apologetically at Luo Jia.

Then, he looked to the other side.

"Heckett: Next, you will take Lord Luo Jia to your mother's place."

"I understand, the general manager of the Imperial Guard."

The dull sound was like rumbling thunder.

Rayak, who had not yet come out of the series of accidents just now, raised his head.

Then I saw that the Knight Mecha, who had been following them, had taken off his helmet at some point: an existence named Hector, with a huge head that was in Bilaac's entire torso. , smiling at Luo Jia and his descendants.

"Please, Lord Luo Jia."

"You're just in time to catch up with the annual [Empire Feast]."