Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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The amplified senses nearly made him faint, lose his mind, and succumb to his instincts and desires—but he persevered; he was the most resilient of them all.

Even after a thousand years, Nurgle had not corrupted him. Did Slaanesh think that a different kind of stimulation would make him submit?

Mortarion laughed loudly and unrestrainedly—this may also be related to the amplification of desire by Slaanesh, but in any case, the Primarch laughed mockingly.

The arrow continued to pierce deeper into Slaanesh's abdomen. Slaanesh tried angrily to pull it out, but to no avail—it contained the power of three Chaos beings!

I found it where Hades left!

Mortarian cried out, feeling his skeleton being utterly shattered. It hurt, it hurt terribly, and it was a damn pleasure—but it didn't matter, he had tasted similar pain in the garden for a thousand years.

He had long been fully prepared!

[Nurgle's fangs, Khorne's bloodbones, Tzeentch's feathers—I think this is a decent weapon! But other Chaos will react to its psionic energy—so I've never used it!]

Mortarian chuckled, though his laughter sounded like vomiting and was drowned out by Slaanesh's entanglement.

Guess who it's for?!

The wounded Desire Heaven let out a piercing scream! It was so angry! So furious! It had been so severely injured by a mere mortal—was it beginning to understand the fat man?! How could this be?!

He had long harbored the intention to destroy, but to His astonishment, Mortarion was easily imprisoned and severely wounded—yet he simply—did not—die?!

Slaanesh, enraged, unleashed his power upon the Primarch, subjecting him to the most cruel sensuality and desire, plunging him between heaven and hell—why the hell is he not dead?!

Slaanesh opened his mouth, which was torn to an unimaginable degree. The scales on his belly began to fade. He was very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable. He was in a continuous decline!

He revealed his original form from among the many serpent tails; He was going to devour him! Just like He devoured the Eldar gods hundreds of thousands of years ago!

He bent down—

"etc--!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from a corner of reality! A superdimensional space was torn open!

"Motalian—?! ...

With electric dragons coiled around him, Hades shouted, reaching out his hand towards Mortarion and Slaanesh.

The space necromancer Tarachin, who was hitchhiking, was clinging tightly to his waist.

Yay, it's gone!

Chapter 652 I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to say it.

"Motalian???!!!!"

Hades shouted, his shrill voice piercing through the layers of psionic veils. Before Hades could react, Tarasin, who was holding him by the waist, automatically let go and fell down.

"I won't hold anyone back—keep it up!"

"The Endless One shouted, and instantly disappeared into the airspace."

However, Hades had no time to pay attention to the space necromancers; his right pupil trembled—he saw an absurd scene, unbelievable, unimaginable, unacceptable.

Before rage, panic, and hunger caught up with him, Hades was first struck by shock.

He might be able to accept Nurgle's Garden... but these... but these...

The black veil of the Night-Embracing Ones fluttered, and before the eager intruder lay a pink paradise.

No longer a deep black vacuum, space is filled with some kind of light and dreamy clouds, where billions of naked bodies are intertwined. Hades sees demons and mortals, and slightly darker flesh frolics and indulges in debauchery among the white powder.

The Endurance lay aground in the clouds, its broken hull exposed. Hades dared not look closely at the Death Guards within... perhaps he was simply too shocked.

Angry, incredulous.

Hades' gaze was fixed intently on the very center of the entire world.

There was a colossal false god, far larger than the Endurance and far more magnificent than any planet—its size could not be accurately described; it seemed to be both large and small at the same time.

...A thousand glittering lights flashed across the shimmering scales, their pearly luster as magnificent as silk, revealing supple yet powerful muscles and a slender waist.

With each breath and movement, the tinkling ornaments pierced through the skin, pulling out the small tumor.

The organs beneath the thin veil were faintly visible, each inch large enough to be powerful or graceful. The purple veil was pulled up from the ring that ran through the organs, wrapped around the waist, and held the breasts in an unimaginable way before disappearing into the tangled horns above the head.

Hades gasped for breath as some worse memories caught up with him earlier; he recalled the terrible experience from ten thousand years ago, but it was worse now.

Terrible.

A light veil covered his lower body, and a long red tongue emerged from below, lifting the veil. He was staring at him, so hungry, so ecstatic. The dark prince breathed heavily, and the hand on his waist began to caress himself.

Those shimmering purple eyes were fixed on him.

The strangest thing was that Hades sensed a hint of reluctance in it.

He probably knows the reason.

In Slaanesh's resilient abdomen, an arrow was gradually penetrating deeper with each rise and fall of His body—

Hades was familiar with this, but he didn't know what it was.

If anyone in the world were to witness this scene, they would be mesmerized by the Prince of Desire's beauty, unable to control themselves, and their desires would burst forth.

But Hades didn't react to this; perhaps disgust hadn't caught up with him yet.

Instead there was anger.

A volcanic rage, like that of an active volcano, flickered in the darkness, gathering strength, ready to erupt. Following the curve of Slaanesh's waist...

Beneath Slaanesh, the thick snake tail was piled up like a small mountain, and bone-like material squeezed out from the gaps between the tails, mixed with the juice of some kind of insect.

Hades felt like he couldn't breathe.

On the summit of Serpent's Tail, a rather disheveled head emerged. Death's hood had been pulled down, and the Dark Prince's saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, landing on Mortarion's dry, long white hair.

Mortarion was facing away from Hades, so Hades couldn't see the Primarch's face, but he could imagine the rough lines of liquid running down his face—and—and—

Hades hoped that Mortarion wouldn't show the same expression of being controlled by Slaanesh as the others—those currently in this space.

Perhaps he could accept Nurgle... no... that's unacceptable.

Absolutely unacceptable!!!

Why—why can't chaos be like Khorne?!

Hades had barely entered this airspace when he was instantly bombarded with an overwhelming amount of information.

Hades felt his cerebral cortex trembling and his blood vessels throbbing. Before the broken and sunken Toughness, before Mortarian captured by Slaanesh, before reason could catch up, he felt his body move first.

He chose to follow his instincts—in the face of such a scene, reason was painful, and perhaps he should gouge out his own eyes.

He would rather fight Khorne, a fair and square battle, than face the absurdity of the present situation, which is a mockery, a farce.

Hades felt the pain of being fooled by this absurd scene—and the anger of everything—everything—that he had worked so hard to build up being burned.

What he had meticulously managed and painstakingly built, what he had valued and cherished, was broken in this absurd and lewd fantasy.

The black mist from the spatial jump had not yet dissipated and was still drifting beside Hades. He slightly opened his palm, and the black mist instantly gathered like a particle storm, instantly shaping a black scythe, long and sharp, large enough to sever the head of a false god.

Hades took a deep breath, and darkness followed his breath, exhaling with it. Faint arcs of electricity burst forth in the surrounding darkness, like thick clouds pressing down from the horizon before a storm.

From afar, Hades seemed to be shimmering—

He was like a character from an old, choppy screen, space out of place, frozen, with countless fragments of time flashing around him.

Hades gripped the scythe tightly. He wasn't close enough; the Primarch was still in Slaanesh's hands. He refused to accept any unnecessary casualties caused by his own mistake.

Hades realized that when anger and absurdity reached their extreme, his senses would be amplified to the maximum.

His world slowed down.

Hades saw Slaanesh's gaping mouth, the muscles bulging beneath his tattooed skin, and the Dark Prince perhaps wanted to say something.

The shouts of joy and sorrow from the crowd ceased, and their voices became extremely soft.

Through the darkness of the Night Bearers, Hades' eyes gleamed, his mechanical eyes crimson, his natural eyes pale, leaving only an unfathomable blackness.

There was nothing in the darkness.

Oh—+

Before the youngest queen's flippant and wistful voice could reach Hades, the King of the Underworld slowly raised his hand, following his instincts, and touched the nearest fragment of space. The scene between the two-dimensional shards was...

...It's that touch of amber yellow.

That's it!!!

The next moment!!! A burst of darkness!!!

The darkness exploded like a flashbang in an extremely short time! All beings were momentarily stunned! But then—they realized with horror that nothing seemed to have happened at all, and the oblivious ones might even have thought it was just a hallucination!

but--

Slaanesh was bewildered to see that the place where Hades had stood was now empty, and the embers of darkness had dissipated there. He did not yet understand this scene. The Dark Prince blinked, and a hazy purple light appeared.

Behind Him, the sharpness of a scythe pierced the darkness.

!!!

Completely silent, a crescent-shaped streak of black light flashed behind Slaanesh!

Time continued to move incredibly slowly. Mortarian heard the cracking sound of his bone helmet shattering; he felt himself being crushed by overwhelming desire, yet he persevered.

The Primarch saw Slaanesh turning his head back and forth in a daze, and saw the cold gaze piercing through Slaanesh's back.

Mortarian's eyes widened.

At this moment, the false god also realized the attack coming from behind. Slaanesh turned around in panic and tried to dodge—in front of Hades, he could only dodge!

Slaanesh crouched down, almost in slow motion, but Mortarian knew this was the fastest possible reaction; no one else could possibly know what was happening.

A monster lunged out.

Black fangs, emerald green arcs of electricity—it wasn't human, it wasn't anything Mortalian had ever seen or known. For the first time, he had witnessed the thing's full form up close. It revealed its true form in the warp; Hades had released himself.

The darkness was chaotic, flashing wildly!

The instant Mortalian observed the creature, the instant he left the spatial portal, darkness began to take shape, outlining a cloak and a scythe—

They missed!

The Dark Prince successfully bent down, dodging the scythe of judgment and harvest.

Wrath!!! A tremendous rage descended! The youngest queen felt that gaze, fierce and cold, as if it wanted to tear her to pieces! She felt an overwhelming excitement and joy because of it!!

As the torrential rain fell, Hades, who was hovering above Slaanesh, released the Dark Domain. The Dark Prince let out a painful scream, but his scream, which was enough to create rifts in the warp, was silent amidst the black rain.

Run! Run! Get out of here right now!! Hahahaha!! My dear!

Black silk ran from head to toe through the psychic-shaped body, and the pain that could never be simulated caused Him to spasm involuntarily. Chaos could also spasm!

The Dark Prince, riddled with wounds, was indulging in immense pleasure, but he knew he had to leave—he hadn't had enough fun yet, and now was not the time.

boom! ! ! !

The flesh and blood exploded with a deafening roar! The crimson and purple flesh rained down like blood, and as far as the eye could see, everything was pink and purple! But that patch of darkness still seemed to belong to a space that did not belong to this place.

"Are you running away from your mother?!"

Hades roared! His body also dissipated, vanishing into the endless darkness. The darkness rapidly expanded, and Hades spread out the black domain, devouring as much of the abomination's psychic energy as possible.

The Heihe River is rising rapidly!

Gensokyo began to collapse, the surging River of Oblivion submerged the clouds on the horizon, and the demons screamed, but their pain and fear were nothing more than a grain of sand at Hades' feet.

He was furious. Driven by the rage of being manipulated and having his home stolen, Hades continued to follow his instincts. He let his power surge, and the vast warp energy briefly filled his endless void.

He chased after Slaanesh, pounced on the Dark Prince who had decisively abandoned the place, and pounced on the youngest queen who turned and fled into the Warp!

Even in his escape, Slaanesh didn't forget to take Elsa with him!

In a daze, Hades heard screams, pleas for mercy, curses and profanities, moans, praises, and endless desires and emotions.

All of it, yet it all converges into one desire.

He desires a pleasure that can never be compared to anything else.

Only Hades, who transcends the realm of chaotic understanding, could do this—but then He began to panic, instinctively fearful—the "will to survive" of existence and concepts crowded together, and Slaanesh laughed and cried.

Hades remained unmoved.

He only felt anger.

Hades was nearing the limits of the subspace and the physical world; the entire world was squeezing him, suffocating him, and nearly causing him to faint, yet he continued his pursuit—