Chapter 3339 The Call of Salish
What was easy for the enslavers was a bit cumbersome for the demons, as it seemed that the laws of physics and subspace had no great influence on them.
And crucially, the enslavers will not share their "results" with other subspace creatures. After enslaving a psychic creature, the enslavers will turn them into a portal, a door between the real world and the slave. The portal between the illusory realms, their wills and flesh will be torn into a crack leading to the non-material world. The three enslavers will unite and form a spiritual bond, transforming the crack into a special and extremely stable The warp gate, more enslavers can Creating more warp portals from any psyker they enslave, flowing freely into the real world through the dying bodies of their victims, the rare Slaver Plague, in the process, enslaving Those who use the subspace portal are inaccessible to demons. There have also been demons who tried to use the passages created by enslavers, but the ending is often very bad. It can be said to be the most complete destruction, especially when hundreds or thousands of enslavers gather together. Sometimes, even the most powerful demon has to take a detour.
This is just the strength of an ordinary enslaver, which shows what the legendary great enslaver is.
But for some unknown reason, they all disappeared. For a subspace that has no concept of time, "disappearance" is a very difficult operation. It is hard not to think of the power of destruction.
But these secrets are difficult for even Amnak, the former chief of Slaanesh, to know. Perhaps only the deepest part of the Crystal Maze can find the truth behind the disappearance of the great enslavers.
Unexpectedly, there is one here.
Facing such a terrifying existence, Amnak didn't seem to panic. The power of the enslavers can control almost everything, but only the Star Gods are definitely helpless, let alone Xu Cong, who is almost the strongest. Star God, Amnak can now be said to be the "Great Demon" of the Xu Clan. Even if he dies, his body will only be destroyed, and his consciousness will still return to Soshyan's ring.
As a last resort, he didn't want to give up the body he was used to.
"Old great enslaver, you will get nothing by swallowing me, but my sword will hurt you. You are imprisoned here by the Necrontyr, and I am also imprisoned here by them. We have common interests, and we can escape together. Go.”
The Great Enslaver stared at this tiny being, dozens of eyes flashing with black and green lightning.
Then there was a burst of giggles.
"A weak puppet."
When the Great Enslaver spoke, Amnak could feel the other party's invisible spiritual tentacles touching him, as if tasting him.
This is the most terrifying thing about the original predators. They do not have any exaggerated and gorgeous methods, but they have the most primitive yet secretive fangs.
"But... you are very special. I smell the twisted material force of this world."
After a moment, it let out a smooth laugh.
"But this does not mean that you are qualified to negotiate terms in front of the great Fa Na Hain Svano Zaka."
The name of the Great Enslaver was more like a spell than a name. Amnak did not remember it, and even directly erased it from his mind, because he knew that just trying to remember the other person would leave a trace behind. Spiritual imprint.
"This is not a discussion of conditions, I just want to give you a suggestion that is beneficial to both parties."
"Weak puppet, rein in your delusions."
The Great Enslaver's breath was like the wildest storm in the warp.
"If it were so easy to escape from here, I wouldn't be trapped here. I once let them escape in the shadows, but I still fell into their trap. This cage transcends space, and its time is constantly trembling. , sometimes it moves forward, sometimes it flows backward, it is always elusive and cannot be cracked. Moreover, my strength has been weakened by hunger.”
Slowly, the Great Enslaver raised the spiritual claws of his weapon and reached for Amnak. The moment it was about to touch Amnak, the other person felt fear surge through his body for the first time. He seemed to see his own throat being cut open, blood gushing out, and then being eaten alive.
Considering his current characteristics, I am even more aware of the horror of the Great Slave. If this thing goes to the mortal world, I am afraid that only Soshyan can control it, and those so-called original bodies are not good at it.
Suddenly, the sword in front of Amnak was picked up, and then there was a collision sound.
The three swords were like electricity and light, and the great slaver roared, as if he was chewing the air crazily with saliva overflowing.
In the blink of an eye, Shernabar's saber fell again and inserted into the fine white sand.
An endless beach stretched out in front of him, and the sky was filled with heavenly singing. Echoing the sound of the waves, it seemed like the most beautiful lullaby, enough to break down the strongest wall of thought.
The gentle lapping of the waves seems to be the embodiment of tiredness. Amnak is very familiar with this. Anyone who dares to take a nap here will fall into the quagmire of laziness and joy, and their remains will form the bone-white gravel on the beach.
At some point he realized it was an illusion.
However, he soon realized that for the former master, the limitations of space and time were not necessarily useful. Perhaps he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
When footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, Amnak turned his head and found an enchantress wearing a gauze, with a voluptuous figure, but with weird three legs and four arms walking towards him.
"Teoti"
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"I said last time, your eternal punishment will definitely come."
Slaanesh's dark favorite smiled sweetly and suddenly appeared beside Amnak, stabbing him with the weapon conjured from her arm.
Amnak glanced at it from the corner of his eye and saw that it was a sword. It was very long and had a corrugated edge, resembling a poisonous snake letter.
The opponent was very fast, or his speed had slowed down, and he couldn't even avoid it. He could only watch the tip of the dagger scratch his side, and pain surged through his body.
His blood spilled onto the white gravel, creating a smell of burnt sugar and hot iron.
Without saying a word, Amnak slashed at the opponent with his long sword, but the opponent easily bypassed the tip of the sword and jumped off the ground. Amnak followed closely behind, catching the opponent with his sword.
The two of them turned into a chase, each other's weapons kept rolling and intersecting. The cloth on Teoti's body was torn by the sword wind, and rolled into a bloody flag with the cut skin underneath, but he didn't care, not even her roll. Her skin and the tangled purple silk formed a grinning face, her body radiated bursts of heat, and her whole body was filled with steam, but she turned around like a dance and stabbed Amnak again with the sword.
Amnak dodged one blow, two blows, and three blows. But every attack from the opponent was as sharp as a whirlwind.
Moreover, the pain from his flank burned fiercely in his body, and the smell of dust and ashes filled his throat. He seemed to hear the soft call of his former master.
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