Warhammer: Dark Elf

With his consciousness wandering outside the body, the zombie-like Hemer walked slowly towards the highest temple with heavy steps. The voice that sounded in his ears was hoarse and beguiling: "Come on, relax, come closer~ Right, that is it."

When Helmer followed the crowd into the temple, the bronze door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang.

The dark elf soldiers who rushed into the temple, the defeated wizard spirits, and thousands of captured civilians were imprisoned in the terrifying bloody temple before they could react.

Fear ran from people's heels to their scalps like a tide, and even the bravest warriors showed expressions of horror and horror.

"Lord Hemo!" Xir took a deep breath and retreated the witch spirit that attacked him from the high platform. He then saw Hemo's figure disappear behind the closed door.

No one knew how many remnants of the Cain Order were hidden inside, which would endanger the lives of adults. Xir felt deeply that something was wrong, and hurriedly organized the soldiers around him to rush towards the temple, trying to push away the ancient bronze door. However, no matter how hard the soldiers tried, the door in front of them never moved.

Even if Anzares came with people to help, it could not change the status quo of the bronze gate that remained motionless.

Hundreds of soldiers were blocked by a gate no more than ten meters high.

"Lord Eledon, please use your magic to open the door! Lord Hemo is still in the temple, and I'm worried that something might happen inside!"

In panic, Xir thought of Eladen and anxiously asked the sorceress for help.

But the latter shook his head and refused calmly: "It's useless, you should give up. Even if I try my best, I still can't open this door."

As if to prove his words, Eliden accumulated strong death power in his hand and shot towards the bronze gate. In an instant, the roar of the magic explosion resounded throughout Iron Thorn Town.

After a long time, after the smoke dissipated, everyone looked at the door intently, and found to their despair that not even a trace of the explosion was left on the door.

At the same time, inside the temple, the lamps and thousands of candles were extinguished in the darkness at the same time. Only the moonlight penetrated from the distant window lattice, spreading the cold silvery white all over the floor. Countless astonished faces flickered in and out of view in the dim light. .

The sudden disappearance of the light plunged everyone present into fear. The fighting soldiers retreated and gathered together at the same time, fearing that their lives would be taken away by the sharp blades protruding from the darkness.

The bound civilians were like trembling sheep. They did not dare to make any sound and could only squeeze into the crowd as hard as they could.

Under the desolate moonlight, only a figure strode towards the height of the altar. He stopped in front of the blood cauldron and slowly stretched out his hand towards the bubbling blood.

In Hemo's field of vision, he took the hand handed to him by the goddess, and in an instant, the world he was in changed.

When he woke up from his trance, he found that he was suddenly standing in an unfamiliar area.

The sky is a swirling purple vortex. Tall marble columns and walls inlaid with colorful gems are scattered on the ground. Gold is everywhere, and shiny gold coins and gems are piled up in mountains.

This strange and seductive land is dotted with gilded statues of all shapes and sizes, including enchanting beauties, ferocious demons, and stern warriors. The slender naked limbs are entangled together in a lazy posture, presenting an unclean illusion of attraction that impacts people's fragile senses.

What's disturbing is that even though the statues exude a dark atmosphere of indulgence, as long as Helmer looks at them, he will have a primitive impulse to rush up and touch them regardless of his own safety. Subconsciously, he believes that he will experience a kind of... Unparalleled pleasure.

"Where is...where?" Helmer regained consciousness and looked around cautiously, trying to figure out why one second he was suppressing Death Midnight in Iron Thorn Town, and the next moment he appeared in this strange world. inside.

"Desire...pride...pain...the ultimate of all things, follow your heart~unimaginable joy is waiting for you."

"This is...the realm of Slaanesh!"

After realizing it later, Hemo was filled with ghosts and couldn't wait to escape from the area. Even though the things around him looked very tempting, he still didn't dare to stop and pick them up. Because once he cannot withstand the temptation and touches any item, he will fall into the abyss of eternal destruction.

Fear drove Helmer to escape from the circle of greed, but excessive temptation prevented him from focusing, and he forced himself to reverse it through self-compulsion. While stumbling, Hemo didn't know how long he ran. When he looked up again, he was already on a broken island.

The surrounding ocean is full of rippling wine, and criss-cross bridges connect the islands dotted in the sea of ​​wine. Each island is a big table filled with a feast, and every table is richer than the last table.

As far as the eye can see, there are meat forests, wine ponds and delicacies everywhere.

"First it was the desire for wealth, but next is food?" Hemo put his hands on his knees and kept breathing heavily.

Thirst, hunger, and an empty stomach that seemed to have no bottom line awakened from the depths of his heart, teasing his nerves that were stretched to the extreme.

The aroma that tantalized his taste buds could not stop entering his nostrils, tearing at his soul.

Helmer swallowed and tried his best to focus on the road ahead. He was afraid that if he took one more look at the delicious food within reach, he would stay here forever to enjoy himself.

...

The steps became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead. Every step he took made the desire in Helmer's heart surge more and more.

The constantly accumulating desire is like the incoming sea water, which cannot be channeled. Hemer can only build up his inner defense line one by one, until at a certain moment, he is submerged by the sea water of desire that breaks the bank.

"Stop suppressing yourself, come, indulge in perfection, and devote yourself to the Prince of Darkness."

The seductive whispers in his ears teased Helmer's heartstrings all the time. He was like a lost traveler in the desert, struggling through this land of wine pools and meat forests.

In the end, the ocean turned into an emerald green field, and countless soft female bodies swayed back and forth in front of Helmer. Their faces and plump bodies were all the most perfect forms in his heart. He even saw a naked Alleria throwing herself into his arms.

Amidst the charming moans, the high elf woman's soft and white hands slowly caressed down from Hemo's undulating throat. This level has never been seen in her life, with suffocating extreme pleasure and indulgence. It was so intense that the senses were numb.

Helmer really couldn't bear it anymore. He was afraid that he would go crazy if he continued like this, so he pulled out the long sword from his waist and made a deep wound on his left arm. The scarlet blood and the biting pain finally made him recover. After regaining some consciousness, he quickly tore off a piece of cloth and hugged the wound, trudging forward as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

He didn't know how long he walked in this wasteland full of lust, but Hemo continued to act unswervingly until the beautiful girls in front of him disappeared like smoke without a trace.

Then a huge army filled Hemer's sight. Their numbers spread all over the mountains and fields, and continued to the end of the world. Powerful warriors stood around Hemer, and the most powerful king knelt down to him and presented his crown.

Amid endless waves of cheers, Hemer was pushed onto the supreme throne by countless hands. He could enjoy the pleasure of dominating the entire world and being worshiped by all people.

Individual rights are infinitely exaggerated, every whim is gratified, and every order is obeyed.

It's like becoming the sword bearer of the Trisolaran world, and the entire world will serve one's own selfish desires.

A word is his will, and a look can make the heroes tremble.

"Everything is an illusion. It's all the illusion..." Hemer pinched his hand tightly, his nails embedded in the flesh and bleeding. After several struggles, he left the throne in near exhaustion and staggered. The journey continues.

Gradually, the powerful army disappeared into the mist behind, and Hemer seemed to have stepped into a quiet garden. The winding path in front of him was covered with beautiful flowers and thorns. The gentle, fragrant breeze caressed his pale cheeks, whispering of past honors and of deeds great and small. The mirror-clear lake reflected Hemer's reflection, showing his most perfect image.

If you linger on the pleasures of the past, you will only be destined to die. Hemer kept telling himself that he had already come this far, how could he give up just like that? Wouldn't that be such a loss?

Gritting his teeth suddenly, Hemo pressed his big hand on his sword wound, squeezed out the gurgling blood, and forced himself to regain consciousness.

It's funny to say that this garden path was the test that Hemmer passed the fastest. After all, he himself had no honors in the past.

After continuously traveling through the environment where the five human desires were born, and facing all the harsh tests, the swaying Hemer used his sword to support his body and came to the final test place.

The heavenly singing lingers on the endless beach. The singing is soothing and gentle, and the sea water is fragrant and sleepy. The warm summer sunshine calms the soul, and the gentle wash of the waves soothes the soul. The light before my eyes was so bright that I was moved to tears.

"Stop forcing yourself and take a good rest. Just take a short nap..."

"If I could stay here forever..."

Helmer knelt in front of the beach, holding on to the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the surging water reflected his tired face.

The breeze is filled with sweet fragrance, and the warm sunshine is like the caressing hands of an angel gently wiping the stinging wounds. All pain will be soothed, and the unforgettable torture will disappear like mist at this moment.

"All sins will be atoned for...confess your past sins to the Prince of Darkness and embrace his love..."

In a daze, Helmer saw his reflection through the sea water, his silver hair like moonlight, charming face, and blue eyes...

"Hey, Helmer, have you ever seen a blue deeper than the sea?"

His consciousness suddenly awakened, and Helmer was shocked to realize that the comfortable environment around him was also a dangerous trap. Once he indulged in it, he would never be able to get out.

He forced his body that was about to fall apart and stood up.

He was short of water and his stomach ached so much that he wished he could faint again. Humer thirsty licked the blood off his arm. He tried hard to hint to himself, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed like he could cut the air: "I'll be out soon... soon..."

After being discovered, the beautiful scenery in front of him disappeared like grains of sand.

Ultimately, what is hidden behind the layers of fantasy is an endless dark forest full of depravity and blasphemy. Skulls and rotten bones hung from dead branches, and complex roots impaled the corpses. This forest is the remnant of a great battle long ago, with corpses, rusty armor, weapons and garbage strewn across the land.

In the center of the forest stands a bloody castle towering into the sky. Thick smoke billows from the hole where the clouds are pierced by the spire. The polished stone wall is made of black stone, and the blood adheres to it, making the stone gleam with blood.

Finally, in the courtyard of the dark castle, Helmer saw the perfect goddess.

Behind the goddess stands a luxuriously dressed Slaanesh demon who stands tall and tall. She has sharp arms like pliers and a very seductive body. No matter how determined the person is, they will fall to their knees under her skirt.

The third-level demon of Slaanesh, the double-faced king, Ez.

She lifted up the hem of her luxurious skirt, bent down and half-knelt in front of Hemo.

Only then did Hemo clearly see that half of Slaanesh's cheeks were a ferocious demonic face, and the other half was a white jade beauty.

Wearing half of a gold lace mask, she vaguely covered the terrifying demon's face, showing a charming smile, and stretched out her hand towards Helmer, and her melancholy voice echoed deep in his heart: "Welcome, my master. "

Suddenly, a wave of insatiable desire for food, drink, and sex overwhelmed Helmer's psychological defenses.