Chapter 237 Let’s Go to Your House

"Will I go with you?" Lin Fan touched Slaanesh's head, "Of course, we can go to your house."

"Great!" Slaanesh cheered and hugged Lin Fan's neck. Another meat bag tore out of his back, and it quickly expanded and grew into a huge second body of Slaanesh.

This even bigger second body of Slaanesh wanted to drag the pirate ship with it, but was stopped by Lin Fan.

If they took the pirate ship away, then Ivrennie and the others might not survive if they really entered Slaanesh's territory. The Death God Army encountered the final boss just after it was established, and was sent away in one wave.

Lin Fan couldn't guarantee that he would stay with Ivrennie and the others all the time, so he let them go out to find the sword quickly.

"Don't take them away, just take me. And take that Khan with you."

"Okay~ Listen dear~"

The tentacles of the second incarnation of Slaanesh let go of the pirate ship and then wrapped around the Khan.

Khan would rather die than obey, twisting his body desperately. Although he dared not open his eyes, at least he could still whimper.

Khan, let me make you suffer first, I believe you will not fall.

But at this time, Irafren spoke, "I want to go too."

"You?" Slaanesh and Lin Fan only noticed at this time that Irafren could open her eyes under the pressure of Slaanesh and remain conscious.

"Where is your soul?" In Slaanesh's perception, he could not see the soul in Irafren's body at all, nor did he see any stone containing her soul.

"I." Irafren looked at Slaanesh and lowered her head. Even though her soul was blocked by Lin Fan, she was still shocked by the worldview in front of her.

"You are also very interesting." Slaanesh thought for a long time, but didn't understand why, but it was very novel, so she also entangled with Irafren and disappeared.

This distorted web space finally began to return to normal as Slaanesh went away. The black sun of Gomor appeared again, and the flesh flowers and artistically shaped razor blood pools on the ship also shrank back.

Ivrene supported herself to stand up. She looked at Qianmian who was also panting, and mobilized the power of death in her body to dispel the influence of Slaanesh on other compatriots.

". That person..."

"I can't believe it."

There was no more communication between the two. They had to bury this surprise and curiosity in their hearts. They also vaguely guessed that Lin Fan was going to get the fifth sword of the old woman and then pretended to be friendly with Slaanesh.

But the process of this communication was still horrifying.

And in Gomor, the situation there was even worse.

The demons broke through the gate of Cain, although the series of traps and buried ancient relics there had a good impact on the momentum of the demon invasion.

But the incarnation of Slaanesh that slipped in from the door later led these soul-corrupted residents of Gomor to complete destruction.

When that lustful figure drifted to one place, the dark Eldar in an entire city would die unnaturally. Devouring from the inside out, from the soul to the flesh is inevitable.

Even if Slaanesh's mind is not on these escapees, they will suffer from the torment of gnawing.

Large areas of the city are in chaos because of the dissipation of souls and the death of people, and the livestock in the cages walk out of the hell like a slaughterhouse.

They looked at everything around them in horror, only to find that the devils under the armor had all disappeared.

The last groan of the dying dark eldar could only be heard on the empty bloody streets, and then it stopped abruptly like a duck with its throat grabbed.

Victor, the Lord of Conspiracy, stood in the temple of the Black Muse. He could feel that the god who controlled all the souls of the eldar completely scanned the entire Gomorrah.

His guards, his servants, his slaves, everything became food for that terrifying guy.

The statue of the Black Muse in front of him changed from black metal and gems to flesh and blood exuding a lewd smell, and the face of the Muse with gloom and cruelty turned into a smiling face that could not be understood by men or women.

Victor knew that this was a projection of Slaanesh coming here. He couldn't help but hold his chest and kneel on the ground, looking as miserable as a pig or a dog.

"Cough. Cough. Ha"

"Victor, Victor~ I'll collect the tax this time~ Do a good job, dear~ Oh no, I shouldn't say that now. Hehe, I already have a dear, I can't be like before, little guy, do a good job~"

The projection of Slaanesh came and went quickly. It was only a few seconds after the message was transmitted, and Victor felt that his soul strengthened by torture and devouring was almost gone.

". Really. Emotional. Hahaha!. Cough cough!"

Victor struggled to stand up, but couldn't stand up straight. His flesh was no stronger than his skeleton, and he could only barely support the armor on his body.

"Are there any living people. Hmm?"

The hoarse questioning voice got nothing in this empty and silent temple. Only the wailing of the devoured in the distance floated into the gate of the temple.

A broken flesh and blood figure appeared at the entrance of the temple, and he drove his limbs and bones to approach Victor.

"My lord."

"Lacas." Victor was now leaning against the wall of the temple. He even had difficulty raising his head, but he still relied on his ruthlessness as the master of conspiracy to drive his body.

Lacas, who looked equally miserable, approached and listened to Victor's words.

"How is Gomo now?"

"My lord, it's very bad. His arrival imposed a lot of taxes, and we suffered a lot, but we still retained some seeds."

"Hehehe."

Victor shook his head. This is their fate, falling into the abyss soberly, and there is no way back.

"What about the nobles in the city?"

"They are ready to move, and they intend to subvert."

"What about that bitch Malers?"

"She left a signal. I think it's better not to read what's written on it."

"Speak!"

"In that case, I obey."

Lacas adjusted his flesh and blood, making his voice consistent with Mrs. Malers, and spoke with disdain and hatred for Victor, "The God of Laughter is much better than you."

"Hehe." Victor was not angry, but laughed mockingly a few times, "So this is what she relies on? A stupid god of fun in a stupid troupe? What a stupid woman. Lacas, enter the next stage."

"Okay, sir."

Lacas reached out from the leather bag sewn on his body and took out a black dagger and inserted it into Victor's heart.

After confirming that Victor was completely dead, Lacas walked out of the temple of the Black Muse.

The Lord of Conspiracy is dead, and the remaining forces of Gomo will fight for the position of the next city lord at all costs.