Chapter 635: Double Vision

Why?

If Slaanesh dies, their clan will no longer have to worry about the pain of having their souls devoured.

If Slaanesh dies, their clan can completely liberate their suppressed psychic talents and revive the ruins that have stopped functioning in the Ark.

If Slaanesh dies, their clan can freely pursue happiness, instead of living silently in the oppression of the path.

Looking at the Crone Sword in her hand, Ivreene remembered Slaanesh's nonchalant expression.

"Even if you can kill my Eldar side, my biological desire side will remain. Besides, the Eldar gods and I are integrated. If you stab me to death, you will also stab them to death. Alas! Too exciting! Stab me! Stab me quickly!"

Erasing Slaanesh's abnormally excited and red expression from her memory, Ivreene sighed and put down the raised Crone Sword again.

"So what did that weird clown say?"

"A vague prophecy."

"Great, we can pretend that this thing never happened." Perturabo curled his lips, he lost all interest in the clown-like laughing god.

Looking at Dorn's stiff face, Perturabo approached with half joy and half emotion, he pointed at the saint Roca who was shining with golden light, and Celes with white wings.

"Now the whole empire is popular with the theory that Lorgar once boasted. And compared with what he wrote in his book, my evaluation is that Lorgar is still a little naive. I have the holy words of the native church here, are you interested in taking a look?"

Dorn's hand, which never trembled, took the book handed by Perturabo, and he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart just by touching the cover of the book.

"What is this made of?"

"The human skin of devout believers, after 180 times of purity review and blessing, is a collector's edition. Look at the double-headed eagle on it, shining with a layer of bright white light, which is ground from the skull of a respected bishop."

Resisting the urge to tear the book open directly, Dorn's face trembled twice. He tried his best to control himself from yelling angrily at this time, and just gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few stiff words from his lips.

"I'll find time to take a look."

Very satisfied with Dorn's feedback, Perturabo felt relaxed. But after the excitement, waves of sadness also grabbed his heart to calm down.

If there is no great rebellion. Would the empire become what the emperor promoted?

Sighing for the absurd war, Perturabo had to continue thinking about how to build a more efficient second empire to make up for the huge mistakes they made in the past.

Taraxin and Orikan approached the eyes of the deceiver. They were discussing how to safely deal with this eye that locked the ark state.

Orikan was gently weighing the scepter in his hand, and suddenly felt the power of the seal expanding, and the undisguised malice was emerging as the eyes of the deceiver closed.

Just as the grand drama had come to an end, a thick barrier was blocking the connection between the world in front of and behind the scenes. Orikan quickly scanned the surrounding scenes with the keenness of an astrologer, and finally he saw the shadow of Amalaga in the doubtful figure of Taraxin.

"Taraxin. You?" Orikan had not finished speaking, and the eyes of the deceiver who were about to close suddenly opened wide, all the shields were removed, and a bolter equipped with heavy Siren armor-piercing bombs was against Orikan's head. Taraxin didn't even react to this.

A bang of the gun attracted everyone's attention.

They watched Orikan's head being hit with a dent, just like a Leman Russ tank was hit hard by an armor-piercing bullet. Orikan's voice generator was damaged, and only bursts of sizzling sounds came.

Trazyn was horrified by the sudden change and angry at Orikan's injury. He had already swung his weapon before he could think about it, and Amaraja didn't even turn his head. Several degraded warriors who appeared from the reflection on the ground took the attack of the Empathy Annihilation Rod for Amaraja, and used a plasma cannon to bombard Trazyn, leaving only a head and lower limbs that had not yet melted.

"Hehehe" the laughter of the deceiver echoed again.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and in front of them stood Victor, Amaraja, Fabius, and the monster warriors behind them.

"What a magical power, as long as you have two eyes, you can make a world exist in two sights. This is the so-called 'When I close my eyes, the world goes out in my eyes'?" Victor laughed morbidly and cruelly, without giving the Primarchs any chance to react, and released the nightmare warriors from the shadow body.

"This is shit!" Perturabo yelled. Everything happened too suddenly and irrationally. He was still immersed in the pleasure brought by Dorn's bitter face. When he turned around, he saw the two Necrontyr's broken into pieces.

"Irafren!" Chagatai came forward with a knife. He shouted. Irafren, who had no sense of existence in the whole team, rolled up her cloak as bright as stars, flashed to the side of Talazyn's head, and quickly wrapped the head in the cloak and disappeared.

"Save. Save Orikan." Talazyn was a little anxious, and Irafren frowned in distress, "He is too heavy, my cloak can't carry it."

"Take out his core! Cut it off with this silk maker! He has a bit of Alzheimer's disease! He can't stand the blow!"

"Hush. Don't be anxious. Let's make the battlefield a little chaotic. It's too dangerous now." Irafren narrowed his eyes, reducing his presence, and prepared the Ranger sniper rifle in his hand for self-protection.

Chagatai charged forward under the cover of bullets, and then he was dragged by a familiar figure.

It was the familiar spinning attack of two long blades again. Chagatai's armor was shaved off a layer of skin, and even his face was almost cut. He kicked out quickly, but failed to get any attack feedback, so he turned around and slashed the scimitar to the top of his thigh.

The loud sound of the weapons colliding made Khan's blood boil. He stared at the Blade Lord Drazar in black armor in front of him and smiled.

"Boy in the arena. Let me see what you have learned now!"

After that, Khan attacked Drazar with continuous slashes. The death knife field created by the two people made it difficult for anyone to get close.

"You aliens! All this conspiracy is your doing!" Without considering the feelings of the Eldar allies, Perturabo carefully ordered the Space Marines to launch an attack and release their anger towards the enemies of the Empire.

The Holy Seal of the Mechanicus, this thing can be used for defense, as a hacking equipment, and to soothe the manic machine spirit. Anyway, it is really useful