Chapter 596

The brown-skinned boy danced in the wheat field ravaged by war with his bare little feet, singing a moving song in his mouth:

"Holding a gold ring, He asks cunningly———"

"———'Tell me, Firstborn, if I turn into a small insect and hide in this ring, will you still find me?'"

In front of the brown-haired boy, a tall bald man danced with him, waving the warhammer in his hand, as if he were fighting side by side with the boy, and also clashing with the boy; he sang with a hearty voice:

"The Firstborn's expression answered unfathomably: 'Even if you turn into a grain of salt in the sea, I will find you.'"

The brown-haired boy continued to sing with a smile: "The Master of Mankind chuckled: 'You always like to speak in riddles; tell me, can you really see me?'"

"'When I take off my gold armor, take off my crown, and am no longer the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang?'"

"I can see you."

The bald man responded with a loud song:

". I see you!"

"In the silence of breathing!"

"In the blink of an eye with tears falling!"

"In the sparkling light before the waves break!"

"In the tide of the universe after the conch sound fades!"

"The Master of Mankind was silent," the brown-haired boy continued to sing in a clear, woman-like voice: "Gently picked up her gold ring."

The brown-haired boy gently put the gold ring on the bald man's finger: "It's yours, Centaur!"

Watching this scene, a Blood Angel warrior finally couldn't help but ask the Captain beside him:

"My lord, do we have to watch this group of damn Aeldari Harlequins?"

"They are 'psychic-specialized sub-human' Harlequins." The Captain's face twitched: "These bastards claim that the audience is also an indispensable part of their drama, and we are the most suitable audience for this play."

Watching Sylandri Veilwalker, who claimed to be dressed as the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, dancing with the bald man who was clearly representing Horus, the Blood Angel Captain couldn't help but clench his fists.

What made the Blood Angel Captain even more uncomfortable was that he had to admit that in Sylandri Veilwalker's performance, he really saw a glimpse of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

It was as if the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang had really appeared on Sylandri Veilwalker through the Aeldari's performance.

This made the Blood Angels reveal an expression of having sucked blood from a Nurgle believer.

At this moment, a dazzling radiance appeared on the horizon.

That light was as brilliant as dazzling gold, but it did not bring a sense of solemnity and gorgeousness, but rather a sense of deathly silence, calmness, and self-destructive impulse.

"Dark King..." Sylandri Veilwalker looked at the Warp energy that was getting closer and closer in the distance, her body trembling slightly.

I don't know whether to say this race of humans is lucky or unlucky.

The unfortunate thing is that what this race has bred is the most thorough destruction, the Dark King born from the end and death.

If facing Slaanesh, the Aeldari still had a glimmer of life, but facing the Dark King, humanity only had one result: becoming a sacrifice.

But humanity is lucky again.

The Dark King refused to ascend, sitting on the Golden Wang Zuo, self-restraining, self-sealing, trapping himself between life and death, stuck at the last moment of ascension.

But this luck is for humanity itself; humanity was thus able to continue to exist as the galactic hegemon for ten thousand years.

For other races in the galaxy, it was simply too dark.

For ten thousand years, humanity as the galactic hegemon was immersed in a vortex of pain of destruction and self-destruction, and the emotions produced in it perfectly nourished the Dark King, making the Dark King's power stronger and stronger.

Back then, although the Aeldari were also galactic hegemons, their population base was too small, and the time they were completely fallen into extreme indulgence was not particularly long in the history of the race, so the Slaanesh they bred was the weakest among the gods.

But the Dark King bred by humanity through ten thousand years of countless pains could suppress Slaanesh and Nurgle before truly being born, and was even stronger than Tzeentch, and could be on par with Khorne, who was nourished by countless wars.

If truly born, I am afraid the gods would not be able to stop Him, and could only let Him destroy everything.

Humanity thus kidnapped the entire universe, and even the Warp gods had to remain vigilant, not daring to touch the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's bottom line, causing him to stand up directly from the Golden Wang Zuo and destroy everything.

Originally, this was just a chronic death of pain; the Master of Mankind would eventually have a day when he couldn't hold on, unless an unexpected hope appeared.

But this hope was actually waited for by humanity.

What kind of luck does humanity have?

As an Aeldari, Sylandri Veilwalker could only envy.

Hey, no.

She is a psychic-specialized sub-human; what is she envying? She is not an Aeldari, she is a human!

God-Hua Hua Hua Di Huang above! Saint Doraemon above.

Sylandri Veilwalker took a deep breath and began to welcome the Warp tide that was drowning the entire planet.

There was no power of the other four gods in that Warp tide, only the scorching psychic power of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang.

But this did not mean that this Warp tide was safer.

That psychic power full of destruction and self-destructive tendencies was a great pressure on anyone's mind.

Sylandri Veilwalker believed that anyone with basic Warp common sense would not try to forcibly control this energy.

Unless there was an extremely tenacious will, otherwise one would inevitably be affected by the strong self-destructive emotions within, leading to cracks in one's own spirit and soul.

The play that Sylandri Veilwalker just performed was guiding this power with the help of the power of acting.

Even so, the moment she approached the psychic tide, a gray and cold feeling that was hard to endure still rose in Sylandri Veilwalker's heart.

She twisted her body desperately, forcibly performing the play, before she could barely control the tide and crash it toward the blackstone spire not far away.