Chapter 542

Pfft...

A profane and obscene sound rang out, and intense stimulation sprayed out from Fulgrim's cloaca.

Fulgrim was immersed in a haze mixed with emotions of sadness, anger, and joy. This sudden stimulation rushed straight to his brain, making him let out a shrill scream, his eyes rolled back, and his forked tongue also spat out from his mouth, the tongue stud trembling in mid-air.

The Crone Sword was pulled out along with flesh and mucus, held in Curze's hand.

Curze took a deep look at Fulgrim, then disappeared into the shadows instantly, disappearing without a trace, not knowing where he went.

"Konrad!!!" Fulgrim twisted his body in anger.

But he soon couldn't be angry anymore.

He felt a cold gaze cast down from the void.

The gaze of the God of Thirst glanced over Fulgrim.

She handed the Crone Sword to Fulgrim for protection, but Fulgrim lost it.

This brought a sense of punishment to the God of Thirst's eyes.

Fulgrim immediately shrank on the velvet bed, trembling.

The anger of the Lord of Thirst actually passed in a flash.

The Crone Sword was no longer as important as it used to be.

After all, Ynnead had been swallowed by Zhou Yun.

The only danger was that Zhou Yun had not yet become a god and had not completely crushed Ynnead.

If Zhou Yun had an accident, and the five Crone Swords were gathered together, the Aeldari Death God might still have a chance to be born.

But one of the Crone Swords was already stuck in the Blood God's thigh, fused with the wound on the Blood God.

If that Crone Sword were pulled out, the Blood God's power would weaken instead, so the Blood God would also protect that Crone Sword from being stolen.

So the theft of the Crone Sword in Slaanesh's hands is actually not important.

And Slaanesh has no way to launch any substantial retaliation against Zhou Yun. If Zhou Yun really had an accident, or if Zhou Yun were pushed into a corner, letting Ynnead revive, it would be Slaanesh who would suffer... What's more, Nurgle doesn't know why, but seems to treat Zhou Yun as a staunch ally.

Slaanesh cares more about the pure self that Fulgrim perceived.

She, the Lord of Thirst, has always lacked an excellent god-chosen.

Tzeentch's Ahriman goes without saying, Lord of the Rubric, one of the best wizards and psykers in the galaxy.

Khorne's Khârn... although he is gone now, he was also the second-in-command of the World Eaters Legion.

Nurgle's Typhus, although not as strong as Ahriman and Khârn in terms of strength, is at least the true Legion Commander of the Death Guard.

And her own Lu Xiusi... tsk, it's always a bit lacking. Even if his main ability is constant resurrection, it was Slaanesh who gave it to him.

Although Lu Xiusi is not dead yet, Slaanesh already wants to abandon him.

She is now drooling over the phoenix that has not yet fallen, wishing she could swallow him into her belly right now.

Slaanesh's will was then passed to Fulgrim.

The emotions in Fulgrim's heart gradually receded, leaving only one still existing.

That is jealousy.

Jealousy of that replica of his, jealousy that the replica is still pure and proud, jealousy of his whiteness and beauty, jealousy of his nobility.

He must defile that replica.

In the ancient hall cast from Blackstone, there was only a faint green light flickering. Those Phaerekhs from different dynasties were all hidden in the darkness.

The Silent King had an edict issued. All Phaerekhs gathered together, and some Overlords were also invited to come. According to the Silent King's edict, they formed the Triarch Council to advise the Silent King and discuss the fate of the galaxy and the Necron Empire with the Silent King.

But... the long years have caused irreparable damage to the will and memory of many Necrons. Even among the Phaerekhs and Overlords, many have suffered damage.

Many of them were delirious, gathered together, and began to babble.

"Your Majesty, Silent King! I believe that our top priority now is the irreversible damage caused to our memory modules by millions of years of long sleep."

"The second priority is how to build a defense line sufficient to resist the Old Ones. I believe we should learn the Old Ones' long skills to control the Old Ones. We can learn psychic powers—"