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Maybe the threat of destruction was still effective, or maybe the woman whose brain was empty finally realized that the other party never joked.

The next step was very smooth.

"The Chosen One is with us, to be more precise, in the hands of the Purple Rose Order. Those idiots who think they are superior people dare to give us orders. So what if they have the Holy Son? Who doesn't have a god? Be a backer?"

The constantly bending silhouette quietly listened to the woman's complaints. He didn't care about the struggle between the Slaanesh Order, he only needed to know where the Chosen One was.

However, the ignorant followers of Slaanesh were never known for their reliability. In order to get more information, he had to suppress the idea of ​​killing the woman immediately and listen carefully to her nonsense.

The Marienburg underground organization went too far. The Midden Territory was the territory of the Purple Hands, and their hands were stretched too far.

Even the "Parliament of Destiny" that was rampant last year never touched the core of the Black and Purple Hand. Facts have proved that the long-standing secret maritime organizations are wise. They fell like summer flowers in the cold winter, and The purple hand lasts forever.

The Purple Rose Order is just a rising star born in the past hundred years. It is not worthy of being compared with the "Parliament of Destiny" that has been passed down for thousands of years, but it has the courage that no one can match.

Perhaps this is the norm for followers of Slaanesh, who prance around the stage like clowns without any regrets until a more irresistible force slaps them to death.

If they did have minds, they would not believe in Slaanesh.

They seem to think that just one demigod can control the empire's underworld?

It's a very interesting idea. The "Law Lord" has met many demigods in the past two hundred years, and the one from the Purple Rose Order is the stupidest one among them.

ah! Yes! The messengers of the Prince of Darkness have always been distinguished by their frivolity. Even if they have the ability to summon them, the supreme mentor of the Purple Hand does not want to disturb them.

It should be rewarded, as a reward for making the ruler of the Purple Hand laugh. Maybe Emperor Magnus will miss the chaotic Westland after defeating the greenskins, and the sky there should change.

Stricter laws and new troops will let those clowns know why the empire still stands today - many demigods have died at the hands of mortals.

But before that happens, the Law Lords must sort out the recent chaos, otherwise Midden will take the lead and crack down hard.

In any case, "Paradise" cannot exist in this world.

Preaching in secret should be a tacit understanding that should be made public. Before the true anointed one, the butcher of the king of nations, is born, all religious orders in the empire must be in peace.

It was almost unbearable.

Why do these grasshoppers have to jump at the most demanding time? Don't they know that the bleak autumn has arrived and that all existence is no longer safe?

"The Eternal One" Drakkenfell has begun to secretly withdraw its power, and its church should not be involved in inexplicable disasters.

"Listen, this is my last reminder to you as a partner."

"Say." The will of half man and half woman connected with the Eternal One in the invisible sky.

The commanding tone made Drakenfield laugh in anger. It had never been ordered before. If it was in the mood, it could play with mortals. Obviously, it was not in the mood now.

Drakenfield was so angry that his thoughts flickered. Since he had made a covenant with the Chaos Gods at the Star Gate, he believed that this idiot was not qualified to contradict his master's master.

As early as eight thousand years ago, it unilaterally declared that the gods in the realm of chaos are its followers, and all gods must pay tribute to it and provide demons as slaves.

No one knows why the gods agreed to this treaty, but the fact is that Drakenfell does have control over the demons at will.

"You loser! I saw the flames spreading outward along the shadow forest of Osterland. He has engulfed the shadow forest and is about to set the Duncanwald forest on fire! Idiot! A god is walking on the earth, and you But I don’t know anything about it!”

"That's just an unupgraded false god. Your reaction was too extreme, my friend." The playful thought teased the Eternal One.

On the border between the Empire and Bretonnia, the entity of Drakenfeld, a gentleman wearing a top hat, the mustache on his mouth was tilted in anger.

The goatee on its chin trembled with rage. Even an immortal person who has spent fifteen thousand years rarely has to deal with such an idiot.

"I have witnessed the birth of the ancient saints! You empty-minded bug, I know the power of the old gods better than you!"

Its ally Nagash was defeated once again, and the Eternals remembered the enemy they had last fought together against - Sigmar.

No villain is willing to fail all the time, not to mention that compared to Nagash, no one even remembers Drakkenfell, who claims to be the master of evil.

It certainly won't stay licking its wounds in its hidden fortress, and decides to change its ways once the storm has passed.

After Magnus died of old age and the passing true god had gone away, it surrendered to the Empire.

According to the plan, this brainless secret keeper should be the sacrifice used by Drakenfield to gain the trust of humans decades later.

Now it seems it has to change its approach.

It will use the wealth it robbed to provide compensation to everyone it harmed, and apologize at the grave of each deceased, and then correct its evil ways after successfully integrating into the empire.

Of course, for Drakenfield, this kind of freewheeling idea will appear all the time, and he is not sure which ones will be implemented and which ones are just a fantasy.

A Sigmar missionary is undoubtedly unwelcome in the north of the empire, and their identity is easy to determine - anyone who sees a bald head shining in the sea of ​​people should understand that a Sigmar priest has arrived.

Eugen was very worried that he would be put in a sack and beaten up by the eager villagers. He was more concerned about another matter. Sigma clearly had beautiful long hair, but all his followers who regarded him as a god had their heads shaved.

They don't even wear helmets. Perhaps it's a tradition they learned from the Euric Cult. However, the Teutons don't wear helmets to highlight their bravery so that the enemy can see their wild hair and beards. The Sigma Priest also What is it for?

Could it be that they were afraid that the helmet would cut off their connection with Sigma? Do not make jokes.

No one knows where this tradition came from, but the Oracle only knows that it makes it much more difficult for him to disguise himself as a priest of Sigmar.

Not everyone has the courage to give up their hair.

The pastor gave his speech as usual, and as expected, a few drunkards gave him a greeting with a wine bowl.

The fleeing priest disappeared into the crowd, and Eugen could easily recognize him. He turned around in the sea of ​​people, still lingering with evil intentions - his bald head was reflecting the sunlight.