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

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Slaanesh lowered his other finger again, and the Styx continued to happily swallow the gift from the Dark Prince. Slaanesh gazed at the fleeting golden light above the Styx, lost in thought.

He was naturally aware of their subtle actions...

Let them go...

Slaanesh doesn't have many chances left to leave.

The Dark Prince lazily thought that at this moment, He was experiencing a rare moment of satisfaction from having His heavenly desires fulfilled—the blissful paradise that He and His followers had always pursued.

Next time, the threshold for entering Paradise will be raised even higher.

He needed to act quickly, so the youngest lady casually pulled the skeleton on the bed, embraced it, and kissed it.

He did not leave himself no contingency plan beforehand. He chose to use Fugen's body to place Fugen's soul on Kadia, and then cut and recast the first and last three rings of Bliss, abandoning appetite and greed, and using pleasure as bait. All of this was in order to continue to exist.

By discarding those interfering and irrelevant impurities, we can get closer to His core and gain future strength.

But now…now…

The Dark Prince let out a cry that was both painful and sweet.

—It began to delve deeper.

This interrupted Slaanesh's thoughts—or rather, He himself did not wish to contemplate such serious and uninteresting questions in this beautiful, hazy moment.

He could sense that deep within the sixth ring, the crown representing lust for power was losing its luster.

Deep within the palace, the true divine being writhed restlessly.

Black water seeped from the cracks, gradually and slowly sealing off all the exits.

The youngest lady, who occupied the original body, laughed loudly and couldn't help but start twisting her body again.

It knows—it certainly knows what's better!

O insatiable dark waters!

Even just now, in order to prolong this sweet pain, Slaanesh decisively gave up a small portion of his power from the last three rings in exchange for the wonderful game with the Dark Realm.

He desperately needed to act; the scythe of eternal annihilation was slowly slicing across His neck, but the Dark Prince merely laughed, tumbling on the silk, letting himself slowly sink into the depths of the River Styx.

The faint purple light flickered briefly and then disappeared.

The bed of desire, carrying the mangled body, plunged completely into the abyss of annihilation.

Thus, the first three rings of Slaanesh's palace were completely submerged in the River Styx.

The river surged forward, continuing its advance into deeper waters without showing any sign of retreating.

...Never mind, let the other four go.

They will do everything in their power, anyway.

All He needed to do was enjoy—enjoy this supreme, wonderful stimulation!

With his desires fulfilled, and with the ecstatic anticipation of his impending death, Slaanesh, stripped of a fraction of his power, closed his eyes in satisfaction. He needed time to process it all.

As the waters of the underworld continued to pound against His gates, Slaanesh entered a sweet dream.

This was incredibly exciting for Him; it was an absolute gamble with life and death...

...His remaining kindred spirits are now going mad.

+Sin!!!! +

The furious roar calling for the Dark Prince echoed throughout the High Heavens, lingering for a long time.

That's it! Great!

Let me sort out the outline

Chapter 507 Under the Gods

On the golden throne, the Lord of Humanity gazed into the distance.

At least for this moment, his power flows freely within the warp.

【Endurance】

In the command center, where countless signal lights flashed, and amidst the numerous death guards working at breakneck speed, the desolate giant stirred slightly.

Not only him, but also an old man who had been taking a nap in a dimly lit corner of the command room slowly came out.

Beneath the hood, Macardo revealed a cloudy eye, which gleamed with gold as he looked at Mortarian.

"...My lord has acted, and I have felt his power."

"How absurd..."

The old man's staff, once adorned with a double-headed eagle ablaze with golden flames, was now coated with a faint purple hue.

Makado raised his head and glanced thoughtfully at the golden light that was supported by purple flames.

Are you really going to do that?

The pale giant opened his eyes, which were like a stagnant pool.

The old man coughed and chuckled, a hint of amusement creeping into his eyes as he looked at Mortalian.

“You are the least qualified person to say that, Mortarian.”

Mortarian frowned, glancing disapprovingly at Makado.

I succeeded, but this isn't for you...

"A last resort."

Mortarian wanted to say something more, but the old man waved his scepter, and after seeing the abnormal curvature on the Makado scepter, the Pale Lord silently shut his mouth.

Seeing that Mortarian had fallen silent, Macado spoke up, "Now, give me an empty room. I need as many crowns and jewels as possible—"

Makado paused for a moment, then spoke again, his tone heavy with anger, as if talking to himself.

"...These aren't on Death Guard..."

Mortarian gave a dry laugh, as if mocking Makado.

You've chosen the wrong place, and you've chosen the wrong forces.

Macardo remained silent, his withered lips pressed tightly together, ignoring Mortarian's sarcasm. He needed a medium, a symbol, to guide this warp power, and the Deathguard was clearly not the best place for the ritual.

The Ultramarines and World Eaters might be able to provide what he needs, but those two legions are still behind him—they couldn't catch up with the Deathguards traveling at full speed in the warp.

Makado raised his eyes, golden flames flickering within them, and gazed into the endless void.

"Time is running out."

Makado said seriously, “Motalian, give me an empty room—and bring in whatever luxury you can imagine.”

"My lord cannot hold on for much longer."

Mortarian silently shook his head, but at the same time, the mist in his cloak dissipated, and an inch of ground-hugging mist instantly filled the entire Resilience, from which the small Death Guards emerged.

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【Cardia】

Fugan, who was slumped in the ruins, suddenly coughed up blood. He woke up from his coma, raised his head in confusion, still holding the remains of the Fenus armor in his hands, as if hoping to know what had happened.

He felt his soul tremble violently, and the divine war above the dome also affected the Primarch.

Fugan felt himself rapidly declining—he realized that another part of him that he had given to Slaanesh was completely gone, but for him, this might be a good thing.

This means that "Fugen's" reputation will not be further damaged in the future.

Fugen remained silent. He had essentially lost everything—power, talent, perfection—all that remained was loyalty.

This is the only thing he can keep, the only thing he can hold onto.

Fugen looked down at his best friend's tattered helmet... hoping that Phenus was still pure.

He sighed.

He no longer asked for anything. The phoenix, stripped of its talent, no longer wanted to hold its head high. It only hoped that it would not make any more mistakes.

If possible, Fugen would like the Empire to mark him as "dead".

Now that he is crippled, he is worthless, and Fugen is unwilling to tarnish his past glory—from now on, no matter which face he appears in, it will only tarnish the perfect image he once had.

If he could, Fugen, who had already found his best friend's body, would be willing to die in obscurity and vanish completely.

His glory days are over, leaving only a broken soul; his powerless hands can no longer fight.

Fugen lowered his eyes, remaining silent, the piercing pain in his soul continuing—

Someone is calling him.

Fugen wasn't sure who it was. Was it Phineus? Or Slaanesh?

The sound of blast gunfire answered his question. The Primarch looked up in astonishment and saw a strange and blasphemous procession approaching him.

The leader is...

Luojia?!

Even after experiencing the trials of the subspace, Fugen was still startled by Luojia's appearance.

My brother,

The suspended, closed-eye head turned 180 degrees, slowly turning towards Fugen, golden tears streaming down its cheeks.

The God Emperor needs you.

【…】

Fugen opened his eyes slightly in astonishment, his face covered in dust, with faint traces of dried tears.

On one side was the head and body separated, with the chaotic octagonal Primarch of the Word Bearer on his breastplate; on the other side was the disheveled Primarch of the Son of the Emperor, whose entire body exuded mediocrity. Luo Jia stood, looking down at Fu Gen, who was slumped in the ruins.

Fugen's pupils trembled as he looked behind Luo Jia at the blessed children—space warriors fused with warp demons.

Fu Gen's gaze shifted again to the chaotic octagon on Luo Jia's chest.

Fugen first put away his best friend's armor, then he silently and solemnly stood up, his silver hair hanging down, obscuring his ordinary face and dull eyes.

For those who strive for perfection, mediocrity is the greatest mockery.

Fu Gen slowly drew an iron sword from his waist, pointing it at Luo Jia with a slight tremor.

[You lackey of Chaos, if you've come here to insult me,]

Fugen said, trembling, "Then I will kill myself."

But if you're here to insult Fernus,

【So--】

With a flick of his wrist, Fugen shifted his iron sword to the side; normally, this movement by the Primarch would have caused his sword to gleam brilliantly.

But now, under Slaanesh's deliberate manipulation, Fugen has been given a mediocre body once again.

The only thing this body could lift, the iron sword, was now dull and lifeless.

【Then let's fight.】

He raised his head slightly, a strand of dry silver hair hanging down from his forehead, revealing Phoenix's withered and uninteresting face and cloudy eyes.

Faced with Fugen's pointed sword, Luojia helplessly opened his hand, and the scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Fugen glanced warily at the weapon that Luo Jia had dropped, trembling as he said nothing. It seemed that Phoenix was terrified and on the verge of collapse.

I am loyal.

Luo Jia's words reached Fu Gen's ears. As if to reassure the frightened phoenix, Luo Jia reached out and wiped his cheek with his blood-stained hand. Golden flames instantly ignited at his fingertips, as if to burn away all filth.

Luo Jia shook his hand, letting the golden flames on his fingertips fall away. He spread his arms wide and slowly and tentatively approached Fu Gen.

"The God-Emperor needs you," Luo Jia's voice was slightly hurried. "The King of the Underworld needs to return to the vicinity of his anchor point—but he is now completely focused on Slaanesh—we need another projection similar to Slaanesh to guide him."

Fugen looked like he was about to collapse. He couldn't understand when the world had gone so mad, and the truth Luo Jia told him sent a chill down his spine.

[I haven't gotten rid of Him yet?! Slaanesh is still watching me?!]

The phoenix shrieked, and the last straw broke the camel's back. Without hesitation, he sheathed his sword, pressed it against his own neck, and without a moment's hesitation, slashed his own throat—

I am loyal!