Chapter 49 Six Rings of Bliss
The blade of nothingness sliced through the golden sands, the tip of the sword flew away a bunch of tumbling gold, and the colorful silk studded with gems reluctantly broke on the blade. A handful of blazing fire was thrown into the golden sand in the direction in which the sword's edge was raised, burning countless exquisite and shining crafts into molten iron.
Morse pulled out a piece of iridescent silk tapestry from the pile of gold and silver, and followed the tapestry with his curse words, turning it into the simplest dark linen cloth.
He covered his body with linen cloth. When he completed this move, the scorching sun and golden sand within several inches around him turned into dim black ash and dispersed, leaving only a piece of scorched earth without any sense of beauty.
The scorched earth spread forward as he walked forward. Although countless jewels and gold coins on the golden sand dunes collapsed and replenished from all directions as he walked behind him, no gold coin or gem could get close to this black-clad man. The nothingness of cloth itself.
His actions aroused the dissatisfaction of many creatures. The unknown creatures crawling on the ground with their servants screamed at him in annoyance. When they saw this dead thing created by pure curses, they fell into the gold in horror. In the vortex of silver jewelry, he buried his head among the hot gold coins and gems, showing a ridiculous ugliness.
"Don't you like this?" A crying voice whispered to him softly with tears in his eyes, "Don't you like this scene?"
In front of his eyes, countless The overly tall golden mountains collapsed, and under each golden mountain a glazed statue was revealed, engraved with various forms of Morse. Each glazed statue was accompanied by a gilded statue, depicting the beautiful appearance of the Lord of Colors himself.
Countless slaves kneeling beside the glass statue all turned their heads, and thousands of voices harmoniously and weirdly completed every syllable fragment in the sentence: "I made it new for you, My nihilistic person, I have been waiting for the moment of desire for thousands of days and thousands of nights. Why did you let me see you now?"
"Then stop. Get rid of this mystery." Morse said unceremoniously, and the curses accompanying his words were like black arrows, shattering all the glazed statues in an instant.
He fished out a handful of gold coins from the sand and re-melted it into a small gold bullet, "I want this."
The happy person's tears stuck, maybe she never thought about it. Erls would snatch her gold and jade jewelry in such an open and honest manner.
The golden sand rolled downwards, and a dark hole sank in the quicksand. Morse jumped into it and fell straight into an endless lake of crimson wine.
Thanks to the fact that he had no entity at all, Morse opened his eyes and floated up in the lake. The sword blade penetrated a soft platform made of flesh and blood, and he used the force to flip to the shore.
Blood and bones have built extremely gorgeous pavilions and mansions here. The dotted archipelago pavilions are connected with winding and deep corridors, and banquets are arranged in the center of the pavilions on the 6,666 islands. , countless fresh ingredients were selected and made on the spot and served on the banquet table.
Countless gluttons who were extremely obese were competing to stuff their stomachs with the delicacies on the table. Their burst internal organs flowed out from the torn skin, and their blood flowed into the wine lake under the pavilion. Others who were hungry and thirsty buried their entire heads in the lake and devoured the water itself until they drowned and fell to the bottom of the lake and turned into withered bones.
A fair-skinned girl, as beautiful as a mountain elf, walked out from a white wall. She held a gold plate and hugged Morse's empty black cloth. She bit a piece of it with her white teeth and was moving and deforming. He raised his neck and handed it to Morse's mouth, giggling.
The sword in Morse's hand swung sideways, cutting the girl in half. Her upper body fell on the smooth tanned floor, her cheerful face still smiling slightly: "Why don't you eat anything, my guest? Aren't you hungry? Aren't you thirsty?"
< br>Morse picked up a slender white bone from the table. It was unknown what creature this thing came from.
He stuffed it grandly into his black robe, "Next level."
The face of the happy person became ferocious, and the skin split into three equal parts.
“You took my stuff again!” she screamed sharply. The pavilion collapsed, the island sank, and the lake rolled up huge waves, lifting Morse up and pushing him to the other side of the lake.
The melodious tones chanted from the mouths of the celebrants, soft gauze was scattered all over the ground, and in the drifting mist, there were countless people enjoying the joy with long and sweet shouts, and their figures were as hazy as phantoms. . Beautiful creatures enjoy all kinds of fun and are intoxicated with each other.
A soft palm touched Morse's black robe, and it sank into the inside of the robe because there was nothing in it.
The inviter squeaked and grabbed Morse and wouldn't let go. "What are you going to take away from me this time, my nothingness? You can take nothing but myself."
"How can you scream again?" Morse said calmly, turned around and grabbed the extremely beautiful girl, ignoring her plump body, raised his sword and chopped off her head, and cut off a bunch of incomparably perfect hair from her head. Sleek long hair.
He tied this strand of hair to the white bones he had taken earlier and put it into an unknown pocket on his black robe.
The Happy One screamed in shock, her sound waves cutting away horizontally like silk threads, instantly cutting off the bodies of countless creatures here: "You have made me defective! How can you not know your good intentions! "
The headless limbs rushed forward, desperately scratching Morse's black robe, as if trying to grab some compensation from the void. Her palm slid over the curse words and she clenched it suddenly, then released her palm, but there was still nothing in her palm.
Morse smiled and strode forward.
After crossing the foothills, suddenly endless servants knelt down at the top of the mountain where he was. Endless armies, kings, nobles, courtiers, workers, and farmers knelt down in the valley. The deafening welcome and praise resounded throughout the sky. edge.
When he stepped onto the podium on the top of the mountain, countless slaves rushed to his feet, raised their hands high, and presented endless bouquets, banners, tapestries, swords, shields, medals, robes, Documents and crowns.
One of them was holding a sharp golden dagger in both hands. When Morse approached him, the man flew up from the ground, pointing the dagger directly at his body, with extremely vicious eyes. hatred and bitter anger. Morse crossed the sword and knocked it down from the top of the mountain, like kicking a small stone away.
He caught the golden dagger that he had thrown away and put it in his waist.
"So anxious?" He raised his eyebrows, and an annoyed scream came from the valley.
Over the top of the mountain, what comes to you is an endless forest. The forest that should have fragrant flowers and birds and the beautiful mirror lake now directly shows its terror.
The trees pulled out their roots from the ground and chased them. Countless sharp and terrifying thorns brandished long thorns full of poison. Morse swung his sword to light the fire and quickly opened a path forward.
Having taken all the items he needed, there was no need to secretly pull out two vines and take them away in the process.
"Why bother?" Morse said softly, leaving the traps chasing him behind. "Classic and old-fashioned."
After rushing out of the forest, he came to a vast beach again. This time, the sand was no longer filled with dazzling jewels, but only the softest fine sand.
The gentle breeze brings cool water vapor to soften the visitor's body, and the ubiquitous soothing songs gently caress the cold and hard heart, making people drowsily want to lower their tired eyelids and slow down. Breathing rapidly, he fell into a sweet and sound sleep forever.
Before Morse had time to sit down and rest, the entire scene changed for the last time.
Over the process of slowly walking through the endlessly beautiful palace gates, watching paintings and handicrafts step by step, and over the opportunity to listen to strange music that never exists in the world in the hall, and beyond. He missed the opportunity to communicate with countless masked dancers or whatever. What appeared in front of him was a soft couch covered with layers of gauze that extended infinitely to all sides.
The various situations of sentient beings are described with fine strokes on the gauze curtain. All sentient spirits are countless and boundless, whether they have color or colorless, whether they have thoughts or not, whether they have thoughts or not, They all fall to death from this pavilion of bliss, and enter Nirvana from this fallen heaven. In this way, no sentient beings can attain annihilation, and no sentient beings can achieve nirvana.
Behind the tent there are thousands of sounds and thousands of shapes, but no one has any sign, no sign of any living being. Neither female nor male, neither long-lived nor young. Where there is endless beauty, there is endless evil. There are no exits, no entrances, no way to leave around this couch, only the depths of the gauze curtain can sink deeply.
"Come to me, my nothingness." The thousands of shapes on the tent all convey the temptation from the depths of the tent, in which there is infinite desire and desire, as well as equal parts arrogance and jealousy. and hatred, "You have come to my temple, you want to come into my belly."
Its smile is as clear as a bell, and its malice is as vicious as dove wine: "You are an accomplice of the bandits! You have nowhere to go!"< br>
Morse laughed together with it, then he stopped smiling and shouted: "Where are you!"
The blade full of sigils broke in his left hand, and the pounding Boundless cold golden light flowed out from it; the curse runes erupted at the maximum intensity at the same time, responding in perfect harmony, taking Morse away from the palace of joy in the blink of an eye, leaving only a burned veil behind, leaving the palace of joy. He landed leisurely on the soft couch of the Lord of Joy.
Morse character card (under 40k10E rules):
M:12T:8SV:2+W:10LD:5+OC:2
Special protection: 3+
Ranged weapons:
- Farewell:
RANGE:24A:4BS:2+S:4AP:-1D:2
[Pistol][Anti-Demon 2+][Accurate][Ignore cover]
Melee weapons:
-Dead Eagle:
RANGE:MeleeA:6WS:2+S:6AP:-2D:2
[Combo 1][Accurate]
Ability:
Core: [Deep Strike][Leader][Lone Agent]
Blood of the Saints:
< br> When a friendly unit is within 6 inches of this model, each time a model in the friendly unit shoots, add one to the hit roll.
Undead:
When this model leads a unit, the models in the unit enjoy a 4+ immunity to pain from any attack.
Tower of Babel Falls:
During your shooting phase, you can select an enemy unit within 48 inches of this model and roll a D6; if the result is 1, re-roll a D6 D6; the result is 2-5, the enemy unit suffers 2D6 mortal wounds; the result is 6, the enemy unit suffers 3D6 mortal wounds.
Keywords:
Behemoth, character, epic hero, flight, psyker, immortal, Morse
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