Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

Pain can cause a mental breakdown, but happiness can also achieve this effect. If you really want to delve into it, the latter may have a better effect.

Anyone who has had contact with drug addicts will most likely sigh that drugs are so terrible and can really change a person so thoroughly.

All those who are led into the abyss by drugs will quickly degenerate in the endless, irresistible happiness, and eventually sink into the endless depths of darkness. What firmly attracts these addicts is not the drugs themselves, but the supreme happiness brought by the drugs.

That is the happiness that can make you forget all the pain, worry-free, and feel like you are in a fairyland. However, such a happy fairyland is more dangerous than all battlefields. It only takes one negligence to fall into it forever and cannot extricate yourself.

Because people, after all, are creatures living in reality.

For people, the most difficult thing is self-control. There are many great men in history. They are extremely powerful. When they are in power, they can even control everything around them. A family, a province, a country, or even half of the world. The whole world will dance with their words. As long as they stamp their feet, the world will tremble. They have reached a height that ordinary people can never reach, but even they find it difficult to restrain their desires, because they are more terrible enemies than the world.

This is also the reason why Slaanesh left a gift to Li. The gods have no power at all, and they don't bother to do other unnecessary things. He just gives you power and then waits for those things that he thinks are inevitable to happen gradually.

When a person loses all constraints and can do something without being hurt, his change will be thorough and interesting. A simple example is a polite gentleman living in the city. When he walks alone on a country road, he doesn't mind walking into the bushes, unbuttoning his belt, and removing the backlog in his bladder. This is something he would never do on weekdays, because as long as he is an adult, he will never urinate or defecate anywhere.

When Li first absorbed souls through the Sword of the Ancestors, he just felt a little excited. He didn't care at the time, because if he was going to do something like that, excitement was inevitable. But when he inserted the Sword of the Ancestors into the spring and madly absorbed the souls flowing in the endless circuit of Eden, he realized the test he was under.

The souls of the Eldar people really don't bring pressure to Li. On the contrary, they can bring pleasure to Li, which is a great satisfaction. But this is even more terrible. Once Li succumbs to such pressure and is overwhelmed by this kind of happiness, he will become a beast who only knows how to pursue happiness, a puppet of Slaanesh who lives in the universe without reason.

The best way is to let go immediately. Stay away from such tests and temptations, and don't put yourself in danger.

However, if this is an environment where you can let go easily, then things are too simple.

Li couldn't let go. He had to absorb enough souls to accumulate enough power to chop the stars. What was even more troublesome for Li was that he didn't know how many souls he had absorbed or how much power he had accumulated to chop the stars. In this regard, no one could share experience with Li.

Li could let go at any time, but what if he didn't have enough power after letting go? This wasn't like drawing a line with a ruler. It was just enough. This was about chopping the stars. Who knew how much energy was needed to do it? What if the sword wasn't long enough to reach it because he let go early? Or what if it was long enough but couldn't be chopped because of insufficient power? So now the only thing Li could do was to absorb all the souls in Eden and then attack with all his strength. As long as he did his best, he didn't have to worry about the result.

Li had to do this. For this, Weisen had already risked his life. For this, countless souls would burn out. As the person holding the hilt and the person swinging the long sword, how could there be any room for retreat at this time and place?

Besides, Li never believed that he would fail!

It was just a trap suspected of conspiracy. Perhaps this was a stage that the evil god had set up long ago. Perhaps the enemies in the chaotic space wanted more than just Eden. Perhaps he had already been included in the capture list. But no matter what they wanted, Li would never let them get what they wanted. If his mentor could face the temptation to defeat the evil god, then he would have no reason to retreat!

"Hahahahaha!!! More, more!!! Come all! Don't stop," Li roared loudly in the golden light, then stretched out a hand and pointed his middle finger at the darkness in the distance, "No matter what you want, you will never succeed! Because I am very, very unhappy now!"

This is a battle of will. As long as you don't admit defeat, as long as you don't get knocked down, as long as you insist on moving towards victory, then no matter what kind of trap or obstacle, it can't hinder him at all!

Li gritted his teeth, kept his mind clear, and accumulated the power in the sword. No matter what, he would persist until the last moment, and then let the sharp blade cut through the sky!

The crescent tower continued to rise, and the gold around Li became brighter and brighter. Under the dark clouds covering the sky, in the dark night without any light, the soul of Eden gathered in a sword, emitting a breathtaking light on the rising tower.

It seemed to be a lighthouse guiding travelers in desperate situations, flashing the light of hope. Those who did not understand the meaning of these lights could not help but feel the trembling in their hearts after seeing this glory.

***

Outside a chaos camp, Ailin and Xishan looked at the light rising in the distance with strange faces. At the moment when the plan failed, the two had already left the hostile interior of Eden. For the two, there was no need to take any risks, because victory was already doomed.

"What is going on?" Ailin said with a gloomy face: "Are those elves crazy? They made such a big noise, just to light a lamp?"

"Are you worried?" Xishan smiled and said: "Don't be, no matter what they do, they are just courting their own destruction." The witch Xishan sneered and said: "The overall situation has been decided. Even if we did not successfully destroy the Sword of the Ancestors, the other troops you sent out completed the task perfectly. They have no spaceships and cannot take off. Such a long distance is a gap that these pathetic guys can never cross."

"Having said that, I still feel that something is wrong," Ailin shook his head: "But even if it is a mentor, I am afraid that he will not be able to do anything under such circumstances. There is no way, and our enemy is not the mentor. After all, he is still a human being and cannot gain the trust of the high-level Eldar people. Forget it, it is useless to think too much. "Thinking of this, Ailin suddenly sighed, "Suddenly I feel that the warriors on the opposite side are really pathetic. Although they are struggling to death, do they have to emit such a shining light? Although the moon is the enemy, their struggle is doomed to be meaningless. "

***

In the swamp in the distance, a wailing banshee carefully floated up from the muddy mud. Her sharp blade had long been lost on the battlefield, and her armor had long been broken. Although her sight could not penetrate the thick clouds, she could still feel the terrifying scars in the sky, which were the big mouth of chaos, and the source of all despair.

But at this time, the banshee looked at the light that was rising slowly in the distance?

"Do you still want to continue fighting?" In the mud, the banshee whispered such a confused question to herself, but the hot tears could not be stopped from rolling down her face.

***

In a chaotic wild camp, two Chaos warriors have taken off their armor and are waiting anxiously, while a naked Eldar woman lies on the ground with lifeless eyes, her thighs spread open, allowing an ugly body to move passionately on her.

She is No. 5, who once traveled with Li.

No. 5 is not incapable of fighting. Even if a ranger is naked, he is still a dangerous existence. But what is the point of fighting? If the ending is the same, if no matter how you fight, you can't change that ending, then the so-called fighting is nothing more than a dying struggle.

Despair has devoured No. 5's mind. She is like a broken doll, letting the enemy do this and that to her without feeling, letting the enemy play with her body that she once cherished.

She doesn't care about this.

At this moment, from the cover of the bushes, a light is slowly rising in the distance.

This light from the soul illuminated the empty eyes of No. 5. In the depths of these lifeless eyes, there seemed to be a spark, which suddenly flickered and jumped.

***

In the depths of the cave, figures, some agile and some staggering, emerged from the darkness;

In the jungle, hidden figures gradually emerged from the void;

In the shelter, the sentry rushed to the camp excitedly, woke everyone up, pointed at the slowly rising lighthouse with trembling fingers, but could not say a word;

On the battlefield, the eyes of the broken ghost lord lit up again, and these machines that should have been destroyed struggled to stand up with their broken bodies.

On the top of the mountain, a small group of phase spiders suddenly appeared from the void. They looked up at the slowly rising light. Under the light, more and more phase spiders appeared from the void and spread all over the mountain area.

In the sound of the wind, the whispers in the quiet, along with the spiritual energy, are transmitted quickly; it floats over the hills, over the river bank, over the grass, over the ruined city, over the heads of countless people, and is sent out from their mouths, drifting to a farther place.

All of these, whether it is the light that shakes the souls of the spirits, or the whispers hidden in the sound of the wind, are repeating the same sentence over and over again...

"Go fight! Go win!"