Chapter 297: Feels Less Seductive Than My Pet Psychic Ogryn

"Hello, I am Slaanesh."

A soft voice, thick with seduction, echoed simultaneously from reality and the Warp.

A pale purple gauze formed from slime swept lightly, and the bone spearing the "Horned One" emitted a silent moan, releasing its own bindings in ecstasy.

The "Horned One"'s bare, slime-dripping feet touched gently upon the bone-covered ground.

There was no light source, yet her face seemed shrouded in a hazy, flickering glow, revealing a face of ultimate beauty.

That face held the youth's grace, the elder's weariness, the girl's innocence, the woman's maturity—as if it were a fusion of countless beautiful visages.

All things that beheld this face stirred with lust, awakening deep joy within their souls.

Even those without consciousness, even the children of gods, even the divine incarnations who hated her—none were spared.

The Exalted Avatar gasped heavily, its gaze upon the "Horned One" filled with both lust and hatred.

"My jester, it has been a long time."

The "Horned One" smiled, a ravishing curve of her lips, her voice like a seductive slime:

"Will you still not join my feast? I shall spare your life—let you be the jester who tells jokes at my banquet."

"Heh, your words are funnier than mine," the Exalted Avatar chuckled, suppressing his lust. "My wit excels only in mockery, not in telling jokes."

"Slick-tongued bastard, you damned jester."

The "Horned One" lightly traced her lips, smearing a wisp of ash, then blew it gently toward the Exalted Avatar.

The Exalted Avatar involuntarily moaned, his flesh writhing and twisting.

"Though your mouth is insufferable, your skill as a jester is undeniable."

"I grant you this avatar—eternally flip, never cease."

With that, the "Horned One" turned her gaze toward Luo Bote and Zhou Yun.

Luo Bote gasped, kneeling on one knee; his condition was far better than the Exalted Avatar's—most of the lust stirred by the "Horned One" had been suppressed.

Yet this had drained him immensely, leaving him unable to move freely.

He would need at least another one or two minutes to fully shake off the influence of this strange "Horned One."

Before then, Luo Bote looked toward Zhou Yun.

The "Horned One" also turned toward Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's appearance showed no change, yet he, Luo Bote, and the "Horned One" all perceived the truth.

Beneath his false clay skin, beneath the Rogue-DX suit, Zhou Yun's flesh was writhing uncontrollably.

In another few dozen seconds, it would collapse entirely.

His face twitched involuntarily.

This damn thing was all because the Laughing God sent a Horned One over.

On the side of Fat Tiger the Daemon, Fughrim, nearly burned to death, had been rescued by Slaanesh.

This was entirely expected by Zhou Yun, Luo Bote, and Sanguinius—they never believed they could kill Fughrim.

Likewise, Slaanesh could hardly inflict real harm upon them.

Slaanesh's overwhelming power was still occupied fighting the other four gods; attention he could spare for the material universe was limited, and near Macragge, no vessel existed capable of bearing even the tiniest fraction of his power—until now.

The Horned One allowed Slaanesh to manifest.

He used the Horned One's body to assume form, the Horned One's soul to gain existence in the material universe, the Horned One's consciousness to shape his avatar's mind.

This "Horned One" was still vastly distant from true Slaanesh.

And Zhou Yun could see clearly—this body had its limits; cracks were already forming on its voluptuous frame, and it would shatter in moments. Yet it undeniably contained Slaanesh's will and power.

Yet Zhou Yun suffered most—his will and soul were untouched by her influence, but his flesh, every single cell, was being twisted by her will and power.

His original body was on the verge of collapse.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't expect your material body to be this frail."

The "Horned One" apologized pitifully to Zhou Yun:

"I know how rare a material vessel capable of holding power is—for beings like us, or those approaching us."

"I didn't want to destroy him. I never intended to oppose you."

"After all, I never imagined that in the domain of corruption and destruction, a rival could arise."

The Horned One slowly drew near Zhou Yun, extending a slender finger to brush over his clay-made false face.

"You seem to like Fughrim very much."

"I cannot give him to you—he is nearly entirely composed of my blessings. If you forcibly take him, he will die—and I will be heartbroken."

"But it doesn't matter. You could join us. I shall bless your material body, making it stronger, better able to contain both our powers. And you can make Fughrim a being fused with both our forces."

"Of course, if you could share Luo Bote and Sanguinius with me, it would be even better."

"You think you're losing? No—I can give you more."

The "Horned One" coiled around Zhou Yun, her cherry lips brushing his ear, whispering softly:

"This promise is our little secret—don't let the flies, the madmen, the brutes, or the dry corpses know."

"I intend to help you."

". elp you become the fifth."

Her words dripped with seduction; Zhou Yun's body writhed more violently under their influence.

Luo Bote struggled to his feet.

In his pupils burned flames of blue and gold intertwined.

"Let him go!" Luo Bote felt as if he acted without thought—his arm raised the Emperor's Sword instinctively.

The undying flame roared along the blade, which seemed to widen—wider than an entire planet.

Luo Bote lunged forward, the blazing blade slashing toward the "Horned One."

The "Horned One" shrieked like a banshee, one arm clutching Zhou Yun, the other reaching for the Emperor's Sword.

Her arm ignited in flame, flesh peeling away inch by inch, releasing an odd fragrance, yet her bones beneath the flesh halted the sword's edge.

"You still resist, son of the Dry Corpse."

"Had Sanguinius been here, I might have feared him—he has awakened too much."

The "Horned One" laughed softly:

"But you are not enough—and his time is running out."

As she spoke, the smoke from her burning arm surged toward Luo Bote; the potent toxin caused him agony, forcing him to stagger backward.

Meanwhile, the "Horned One" pressed fully against Zhou Yun, gently touching his face.

His clay skin rotted away, the Rogue-DX suit shattered, revealing Zhou Yun's true face.

The "Horned One" caressed his face, whispering softly, only for him to hear:

"Believe me—I long so deeply for us to merge."

"I truly, lovingly wish for you to become the fifth—after all, if the Dry Corpse becomes the fifth, wouldn't that be unbearable for everyone?"

"And if Inade succeeds—even if the chance is slim—I will be finished."

"But you… you seem far more interesting than the Dry Corpse or Inade. Perhaps our cooperation could bring a little joy even to cold death."

". ome. Just say yes, and I shall bless your material body, turning it into our shared demon prince and vessel. And I shall share Fughrim with you."

"Besides, I've never done it with someone of equal rank. When you become the fifth, we must try."

Zhou Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva—he could feel the overwhelming love and lust emanating from the "Horned One."

She truly loved Zhou Yun, as she loved all things that brought pleasure.

In a sense, Slaanesh's love was as vast as the Emperor's love, as vast as Nurgle's love—and just as horrifying.

And Zhou Yun's original body was about to collapse.

Though theoretically he could use Fat Tiger's body as a new vessel, that would mean Zhou Yun became a full Warp entity.

Zhou Yun slightly opened his mouth, as if speaking.

"What do you want to say?"

The "Horned One" pressed her face against his, her legs coiling around his waist, her chest and abdomen pressed tightly against him.

"Can't speak? Just nod." The "Horned One" said kindly.

"I say," Zhou Yun's voice was hoarse, "is your stupidity because you were tortured by the Eldar gods before you were even born?"

"And honestly, you're not even that desirable. I'd rather have my pet psychic Ogryn."

The "Horned One"'s expression froze, then broke into a radiant smile: "Your tongue is just as damned as that jester's—"

Before she finished speaking, a tear-shaped spear suddenly pierced through Zhou Yun's fourth-dimensional pocket, stabbing straight through the "Horned One"'s abdomen.

Scorching golden psychic flame burned relentlessly at the wound, mixed with blue specks radiating death.

Pure white wings flared violently; Sanguinius drove the Spear of Vengeance upward, hurling the "Horned One" against the bulkhead.

Sanguinius entered Zhou Yun's fourth-dimensional pocket via an arbitrary gate, then emerged from within to ambush the "Horned One."

But that was not the main goal—he pulled out a flashlight from the pocket and instantly shone it upon Zhou Yun.

"Adaptation Lamp"

Zhou Yun instantly adapted to Slaanesh's corruption; his body stabilized once more.

Without hesitation, he withdrew and activated a series of items from his pocket.

"High-Efficiency Pill"

"Accelerator Spring"

"Adaptation Lamp"

"Portable Pyramid"

"Mechanized Device"

"Reflective Cloak"

"Rage Clock"

"Come to trick me, come to ambush me—am I your twenty-second-century parenting robot?"

(End of Chapter)