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

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Does the abyss truly exist for Him?

Perhaps in the past there was no choice before the gods, but now, with mortals possessing the power to kill gods, don't the gods themselves also possess a sharp blade that can pierce their own necks?

He stood before the abyss, falling in ecstasy.

It is coming!

He is coming!

Past and future, blurred into hazy illusions by the flowing waters of the underworld, leaving only the present—

Let Him be completely immersed in the turbulent flow of joy in this very moment!

Now! Only now! Him and It! Come! Come!

He cheered.

Pain! Pain! Pain! The supreme pleasure that pain brings!

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Anchored by the arrogant title of the emperor who fell to the highest heavens, the immense power of the conceptual layer surged in from the six desires, slowly and greedily devouring all things that originally had form and color.

The process was not as intense or abrupt as the first time; the sheer size of both sides made everything slow down... and... make Him dizzy.

The black tide surged in, seeping through the tightly closed doors. In the trembling pink light, the marble double doors, adorned with silver and amethyst carvings, gradually melted away, as soft and powerless as melting ice cream in summer. They trembled and fell, dripping into the darkness, sinking into the land of death.

A chilling sense of powerlessness surged up from the very depths of God's senses.

The devouring began.

The lowest-ranking succubi screamed and scattered in all directions, while the youngest lady listened languidly to their pleas for help. She delightedly licked the terror emanating from their very being, realizing that even the souls she had created could have such sweet moments.

The appetizers before the suffocation had already brought enough surprises to the Dark Prince.

He couldn't help but stroke his carefully chosen companion, the adorable little elf doll. His fingertips pierced the flesh, peeling away layers of blood and flesh. Whispers and gasps rang out together, and blood and fluids flowed out. As the Dark Prince moved, ever-changing, strange and alluring purple images flashed on the crystal prism beside the bed.

The youngest lady listened contentedly to the desolate silence beneath the magnificent dome, as the song and dance that had never ceased for billions of years came to an abrupt end.

In the beginning, He was whole.

He danced on his bed, which was surrounded by layers of silk curtains, and couldn't help but devour souls. Through the hazy gauze, the dancing body shimmered with starlight, and countless gold and silver jewels rippled on the youngest lady's body, more dazzling than the sun and softer than the Milky Way.

To the most miserly person in the world, the jewelry on a beautiful woman is more beautiful than the woman herself.

The pitch-black, bone-chilling lake water slowly rose, its calm surface reflecting layers of golden mountains. Endless piles of gold coins stretched as far as the eye could see, and people, like pigs, dug among them, willingly becoming termites in a pile of rice.

The first gold coin fell as the greedy man dug, plunging into the black river that flowed slowly across the ground.

Disappeared without a trace.

Even the greatest treasures are abandoned, and tears made of pearls fall from the mountain of gold.

The demons, who controlled the greed for gold and silver, screamed and abandoned their corrupted souls as they fled, but the next door remained tightly shut, not welcoming their entry.

The demons pounded on the door in desperation, emitting piercing roars and curses.

However, the foolish cannot understand sincere pleas for mercy.

Within the ring of greed, the dark waters greedily devour the world's treasures.

Gold, silver, precious jade, agate, and emeralds are but a corner beneath the grand narrative; the monotonous background is far less vibrant than that of a garden.

The river continued to rise, submerging the demons' ankles. The demons, having lost their feet, screamed and collapsed instantly. They tried to struggle to their feet, but the Black River was not a true water flow. Their bodies vanished instantly as they fell into the darkness. Their screams abruptly ceased, and as they struggled to lift their heads, half of their unseeing faces also fell into the river.

The powerful demons began to use their own kind as stepping stones. Driven by fear, they trampled on their companions and squeezed to the top. In an instant, a writhing mountain of flesh piled up in front of the Gluttonous Gate, and the jewels on their bodies made the mountain of flesh shine even brighter.

People occasionally slip and fall from great heights, plunging into absolute death.

Ah...

The Dark Prince let out a satisfied sigh, and he couldn't help but stroke his smooth, strong skin. The gold and silver jewels that had fallen into his flesh melted away. He felt himself melting, and in an extreme cold, his fiery, noisy exterior was peeled away to reveal the naked core within.

His appearance hadn't been so simple, so pure, so like a virgin in a long time.

What a wonderful experience!

Hurry...come quickly.

The youngest lady cried out, and He obeyed His concept. He lowered His head and crouched down like a wild beast. On His soft, deep bed, in the shadow of His body, lay a little darling, whose tightly sealed mouth trembled. What a lovely and stubborn little spirit!

The liquefied gold and silver, turning into foul-smelling droplets, dripped down the grooves of the Dark Prince's muscles and onto the face of the Eldar horned one.

He stretched out his hand—what a clean hand, without rings, without a bracelet piercing his bones—and removed the clumsy imitation mask, the black mask carelessly tossed off the bed.

He stroked the clown's face, which was filled with resentment, anger, and terror, buried his head, and kissed the corner of the doll's mouth.

He was emaciated, his belly empty, and his fangs, protruding from his mouth, grew violently, transforming him into a demon. His mouth became a suction cup, and his layers of sharp teeth screamed in circles. He embraced his partner tightly like the sweetest lovers, clinging to him like a maggot, loving him deeply, trembling, and gratefully scraping every grain of flesh.

The dark beast bared its fangs and smashed open the gates of the Taotie.

It changed, becoming more reckless and impatient after experiencing one aspect of the six desires...

The Dark Prince rose, beneath him lay broken bones. He couldn't help but bite his finger, stroking his blood-soaked face with one hand.

See, He knew it would fall too.

...That's how it is.

Everything will eventually be subject to the six rings of Slaanesh.

He bit his finger and chewed it eagerly.

Come, come quickly, He is getting hungrier and hungrier.

He bit off his own hand and swallowed it whole, his neck swelling like a python swallowing a giant egg. Without time to chew again, he frantically bent down, licking the blood-soaked silk like a pig, swallowing the fabric torn by the sharp barbs of his tongue—He was hungry! He was hungry!

The Dark Prince's other hand involuntarily slid down his waist, trembling with immense hunger. Was this what it felt? Could it feel an endless hunger? Was this the very essence of its devouring?!

Hades—Hades!

Under extreme torture, the writhing dark prince whimpered its name from the corner of its mouth.

High in the heavens, the other three waves trembled violently, as if screaming or arguing.

The waters of the underworld suddenly churned, creating enormous waves. In the blink of an eye, the rare delicacies and the people who were wolfing them down vanished. The ocean filled with fine wine was nothing more than a mouthful for the Lord of the Underworld. With a wave of his giant hand, the pile of fat meat on the long table was swept away.

Having adapted to the cycle of desires, it became even more unscrupulous. It no longer lingered at the table that Slaanesh had prepared for it; it brutally devoured them and then went straight deeper.

This disappointed the youngest lady, but its direct approach made her even more overjoyed.

Compared to a starving ghost, the flesh and blood of a beautiful woman are more fragrant than the woman herself.

Did you come for my flesh and blood, my dear?

Slaanesh let out a satisfied sigh. Suddenly, he was no longer hungry. He collapsed onto the soft, messy ground, stretching his waist haphazardly.

He is the serpent of desire that devours its own fear.

That serpent of desire, biting its own tail and trying to fill its insatiable greed.

Come on~

As the Dark Prince spoke, the third door opened on its own.

The tentacles greedily reached in, but unexpectedly, the circle of pleasure was empty.

Countless bloodstained chains, dripping with dried liquid, hung down the walls, transforming the former pleasure hall into something resembling an abandoned torture chamber.

In the very center of the hall, there was only a giant bed that was no longer luxurious or fragrant.

A creaking sound came from the bed as a figure resembling Fugan rose and stepped barefoot onto the cold, hard ground.

The pearl and gold chain that ran through His ankles had long since turned into rusty iron chains. He stood there content, yet seemingly oblivious to the concept of self-control.

Slaanesh sighed, his voice, filled with pain and regret, echoing through the six rings of Slaanesh.

My dear, this is our final destination.

He stared into the darkness and felt fear peeling away at his core, layer by layer.

A silvery voice rang out, followed by giggles.

+But the good news is, we still have some personal time~+

That's it! Great!

Chapter 505 Slaanesh Ascends to the Top

"If a false emperor can do it, why can't I?"

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In the highest heavens, towering waves were churning, screaming, cursing, and arguing, with waves of different colors surging and shoving each other.

The bloodthirsty sovereign atop the brass throne roared furiously at the void; the rotting king in the lush garden futilely swung his spoon; the wise sage in the ever-changing labyrinth frantically tore off scaled, blood-red feathers, crimson fragments of souls scattering from between his claws.

On the throne of Terra, the emperor, surrounded by a radiant light like the sun, roared in fury, his eyes flashing with golden light.

—Salamansi—Salamansi!!!

Sin!

At this moment, if the Emperor could move freely, if the Emperor could enter the Warp—then he would not hesitate to raise his sword, plunge the greatsword into that heap of self-destructive rotten flesh, and let the golden flames burn mercilessly—to judge His sins! To grant Him destruction in the name of mankind!

A madman! That real madman!

The prisoner on the throne roared angrily, completely losing his initial composure. The emperor's aura spread out in layers, even making other beings in the warp feel a faint unease.

As Slaanesh waited gleefully in the Circle of Pleasure, those onlookers who had been eager to witness the youngest lady being weakened realized something was amiss.

Initially, the other three gods were smug that the Demon Catastrophe had died in Kadia. Of the four chiefs who were annihilated, the Demon Catastrophe clearly possessed more of Slaanesh's power.

Subsequently, Nurgle, whose power had been diminished, joined forces with Tzeentch—along with Khorne, who had failed in the Maelstrom—to put pressure on Slaanesh.

Nurgle obtained Omega, but Mortarion seized some of the power over Death and Plague.

Khorne obtained Alpha, and He, who had previously eagerly descended into the real universe in hopes of obtaining Saint Gilles, Angron, and others, became weakened as a result;

Tzeentch obtained the shattered Magnus, but during his escape as part of the "Plan," some of its power was absorbed by the Dark Realm.

Under the silent gaze of the emperor on his throne, the three gods fixed their eyes on Slaanesh.

Only Blessed One—only Slaanesh's fate remained untouched by Hades.

The battles between gods have never been about scarcity but about inequality; the eternal balance must not be broken.

But for the gods, the good news is that a dark leaf has quietly floated on the river of fate of the Eldar, who are closely connected to the Dark Prince.

The Eldar, who are keen on observing fate, will never let this opportunity slip by.

Small tributaries flowed slowly beyond the grand battlefield, eventually merging into the turbulent torrent of Slaanesh's fate.

The Emperor was furious at the alien races' "stealing" of the Lord of the Underworld—but the Lord of Mankind, well aware of the rules of the Warp, keenly perceived the blurring of Slaanesh's fate.

Not far from this fateful moment, the power of Slaanesh fluctuated violently, and the authority of the youngest lady was devoured by Hades, thus weakening her.

The remaining incomplete divine bodies clapped their hands in delight at this.

Without the Dark Prince's consent, they happily decided on his next path.

With a minor Eldar incident, Slaanesh will be brought down to their level.

They even watched over the youngest lady to ensure that His power was weakened.

The forces clashed, and in the end, the Dark Prince obediently accepted his fate.

When He was injured by Hades, who was brought in by the Spirit Race, He fled in panic. He still exists, but he will lose some of his power.

But—but—

That madman!!!

madman! ! !

He was actually—he was actually repeating the actions of the emperor back then!

Not only the three gods—Pluto's nominal superior, but also the Emperor roared in anger, his golden flames burning fiercely as if cursing the damned Eldar and Slaanesh.

He knew it! He knew that the god who awakened from the fall of the Spirit Race was almost identical to the Spirit Race!

Those alien races that steal human power for their own selfish desires!

Back then, above the orbit of the Perfect City, the Emperor used the properties of the Dark Domain to create the [Faith Finger Bone].

The [Faith Finger Bone] can feed the impure faith of humans in the Emperor to the Lord of the Underworld.