Chapter 1925 The Unruly Sword
“So, Lucius, can you still see yourself? Can you still see your past self? You once told me that you will be proud of being a swordsman all your life. "Rong, what about your pride?"
Suddenly, the opponent's sword moved away and came to Lucius. The shining Chanabar saber once appeared. It is the pride of the Third Legion, but it has been abandoned by Lucius for a long time.
At this moment, it was right in front of him. The smooth sword body was like a mirror. In the past, he often used swords as mirrors.
Lucius raised his head subconsciously and immediately saw himself. His scarred face was filled with only fear, uneasiness and decadence.
Is this what he has become?
What became of him?
Thieves, monsters, addicts?
Since he chose this path, he seems to be unable to feel anything. He can only eliminate the pain on those slaves and playthings so that he can have a moment of consciousness, but even these feelings are It was short-lived, but he had already fallen beyond measure.
At a certain moment, he felt terrified about his previous appearance.
"Now you are just a slave who cannot even decide his own death. You are no longer worthy of being called a swordsman, Lucius."
"I——"
Suddenly, Lu The muscles on Hughes's face twitched, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes angry, sometimes hating. At the same time, the surrounding air began to get colder, and the songs of the succubi gradually became louder.
Amnak snorted coldly, suddenly raised the Chanabar saber and stabbed Lucius from behind, nailing him to the ground.
Lucius didn't even make a cry, as if he had fallen into a state of unconscious madness, like a living insect specimen nailed to a wooden board, waving his hands and feet.
"You have gone too far, and the master will be angry, my dear Amnak."
A voice sounded in the darkness, soft, soothing, charming and frivolous, but it seemed to be the most beautiful fairy music in the world. .
Holding the Chanabar saber, Amnak slowly turned around. The corpses of the deceased around him began to squirm on their own, including the fragments and organs they spilled, like abominable flesh worms. , crawling on the ground, gathering towards one place.
The escaped succubi also began to return again. This time they used those wet pieces of flesh as a stage to dance a ballet that symbolized pain and torture, combining extreme beauty and debauchery, and chanted loudly A song composed of thousands of languages.
Gradually, the fragments and organs began to condense, gradually revealing a huge outline.
Her upper body is so plump, soft, and strong, her dirty skin is lavender, and there are rows of unsightly female organs (ahem, everyone knows what they are), with only a few gold chains and silks blocking them. Above, the facial features seemed to be that of a woman, beautiful and delicate. There were large tendrils of long purple hair on the scalp, like a snake's nest coiled together. There were six arms on each side of the body, and each arm held something like a spindle.
Her lower body is extremely weird, with a snake-shaped body and scales like a human face, but at the same time, it has countless appendages like some kind of arthropod - but those are not feet, but They are a pair of extremely soft little hands.
With its appearance, the entire space was dyed with an indulgent color. Even the physical structure of the bridge was changed. Part of the ground sank, revealing a circular staircase. The surface of the deep well was adorned with golden spirals, and from this gold rose the bodies of nameless things, clad in jewels and splendid garments.
Each of them held the same musical instrument, including harps, horns, and drums, and then they played music in unison that could not be described in words. If a normal person heard it, they would sink in just a moment.
But there are no normal people here.
There are only Amnak, the former chief of the evil god Slaanesh, and one of the dark favors of the evil god Slaanesh, the evil weaver Teoti.
“My love, during the time you were away, I was so heartbroken——”
While making a plaintive voice, Teoti gently stroked the He looked over the blood all over his body, and then looked at the section of his slender fingertips with disgust as his intestines were still moving. He cut it off with a slight stroke of his sharp nails and threw it aside.
“What a break~”
"You are finally here. This stage is specially built for you."
"Ah~ I knew you were still thinking of me, but my dear~ If it weren't for you, I would be so vulgar. I will never set foot on it, let alone use these soulless rotten flesh as a medium to descend. Look, how much I love you. I miss the days when we were entangled with each other so much. Your overwhelming masculinity can awaken you every time. My deepest female~Oh, come back~You have seen enough of the colorful world outside, haven’t you?”
With a sneer, Amnak took off his helmet, revealing a stern face, skin Slightly darker, only endless ridicule could be seen through the dark eyes, and the lean white hair spread out on his shoulders as the helmet came off.
"Bitch, stop being hypocritical. I know you betrayed me, otherwise Salish wouldn't know my plan so quickly."
Teoti used two He covered his mouth with his hand and snickered twice, then said in a cooing voice:
"Who told you not to take them with you? Then I will definitely have to find a way to keep you."
Then, her voice changed from a coquettish little girl to a gentle and neutral one. sound.
"And the master has brought us not enough joy? Why do you want to imitate that idiot Skarbrand? Its clumsy betrayal has been ridiculed by others to this day, and even you have laughed at it. "
"Fearing flattery is called joy? I am a warrior, I am the king of armies, my mission is to fight, not to play a clown for the eternally unpredictable thoughts of some existence."< br>
Teoti's inhuman-like face frowned humanely, and then a row of eyes grew on her face, all staring at Amnak.
"You have indeed changed. Ever since you returned from that failed battle on Terra, everything has changed. Is it some trick from the Crystal Maze?"
Amnak He raised his sword and pointed it at the opponent.
"So you can never understand what freedom is."
"Hehe, are you considered free now? Aren't you still someone's slave?"
>"At least now I don't have to worry about whether my performance is funny enough, whether it may offend a certain being and suffer eternal damnation and teasing. At least my sword now dances for battle, not to please anyone, I am Amnak, the King of Arms, I am Akulduna, the leader of two hundred swordsmen! My sword will no longer flatter any existence, it will only fight for the sake of fighting! Go back and tell Shalish! , No, I think He can hear it now, then you, remember, I will definitely get back what I have lost and suffered.”
Teoti showed a stunned expression, and even the succubi hissed, their faces distorted into hateful roars, and then Teoti hissed:
"You are crazy, Amnak, What has penetrated your soul to make you so arrogant that you challenge the Supreme Lord?”
(End of Chapter)