Chapter 297

Fulgrim's wailing sound echoed in the Warp, stirring up waves in the Warp area corresponding to Macragge.

The blue light and electricity that penetrated into Fulgrim's body along Zhou Yun's round hand eroded Fulgrim's body like poison. His scales fell off layer by layer, his skin rotted piece by piece, and his muscles died strip by strip.

Pure death that could not bring any sensory stimulation, only pure pain, eroded Fulgrim's body.

At the same time, what followed was the power being drawn away from his body, and life itself was also being gnawed away.

Fulgrim was like an electrocuted yellow eel, struggling, twitching, and curling into a circle in the Warp.

His existence itself was hurt, and he suffered corruption not from Slaanesh.

"Spare me!!!" He struggled to escape from Zhou Yun's round hand, crying and begging Zhou Yun for mercy.

Having indulged in pleasure for ten thousand years, his spirit was more decadent and weak than Zhou Yun had imagined, and he even began to wail and beg for mercy, seemingly discarding all honor.

Zhou Yun just moved his round hand closer to Fulgrim.

The erosion and destruction domain authority thrown to him by the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the Vile Arts domain belonging to himself, and the greed and dissolution authority obtained by devouring the Tyranid swarm in turn all pressed toward Fulgrim.

Zhou Yun had never so clearly recognized his own existence and felt the three domains in the Warp.

But precisely because of this, Zhou Yun produced a little confusion.

The domain of Vile Arts was still easy to understand. Doraemon's items were indeed a mechanism worthy of creativity, a design superior to everything. Zhou Yun held those items and easily approached the domain of Vile Arts.

Erosion and destruction came directly from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, but Zhou Yun did not quite understand why he could accept this domain so smoothly. It seemed that the position of the Dark King was also very suitable for him.

The same was true for greed and dissolution. This domain was one Zhou Yun was less involved in. Part of the reason for occupying this domain was that he captured the top predators of the material and reality two domains, the Tyranids and demons, in turn, so he was treated as a predator by humanity, demons, and the Hive Mind, but it was also accepted too smoothly.

And Zhou Yun vaguely felt that his essence was still under the cover of these three domains, a thing born from a deeper level, a more distant future... This thing concerned greed and dissolution, erosion and destruction, and the various sides of Vile Arts.

It was just that Zhou Yun could not distinguish what that was yet, and could only simply use the power of these three domains to press toward Fulgrim.

Greed and dissolution gnawed at Fulgrim's life, Vile Arts extracted Fulgrim's power, and erosion and destruction were the most fatal to Fulgrim.

That death without joy, only emptiness and gloom, brought Fulgrim unbearable pain.

Those gloomy memories pressed at the bottom of his heart by indulgence and pleasure constantly surged out from his chest.

That sword, ten thousand years... Fulgrim recalled that sword again, recalled the pain, cruelty, and fall within it.

He saw his sword light cross Ferrus's neck, pulling out a blood-colored arc, and everything was reflected in the blood... He and Ferrus had everything before... They were comrades-in-arms, brothers, friends, they were completely different but respected each other, they had once won so much honor together...

Everything, everything, was flashed by the arc drawn by the *Laer Blade*, and then covered by Ferrus's blood, dissipating in Slaanesh's laughter.

Only a head of Ferrus remained, staring wide-eyed and staring at him dead.

"Fulgrim."

Ferrus whispered.

His voice carried anger, hatred, and a little bit of sighing at his brother's fall.

Ten thousand years, the pain pressed deep in his consciousness, covered by pleasure and fall, the pain he thought he had forgotten, all surged out from his body, turning into a blade of death cutting his body.

Fulgrim wailed painfully, feeling his body dissolving bit by bit in Zhou Yun's round hand...

In Slaanesh's palace, 660,000 demon musicians hovered between purple gauze as thin as cicada wings, playing 66 styles of musical instruments that were completely different from each other with pure gold flutes.

6,666 dancers jumped on Persian carpets with complex patterns. The human faces on the carpets were stepped on by the slender jade feet of the dancers wearing gold chains, letting out moans mixed with comfort and pain. The dancers performed dances that fused 666 sexual intercourse postures, pleasing their master.

666 painters, the most excellent in the galaxy of various races, lurked on the beautiful existence on the huge velvet bed, outlining Her figure with 60 million kinds of pigments and brushstrokes, but no matter what, they could not accurately depict that beautiful, fallen, and lewd body.

The harpists laughed wantonly, playing harps made of human intestines, and the owners of the intestines let out wails with the playing of the harp.

The drummers were also passionate. They used golden drumsticks to smash the skulls of infants of 66 races, using shrill screams as drum sounds.

The bassists carried food mixed with high-stimulation neurotoxins and carried wine barrels mixed with stimulants, jumping and walking over.

The singers sang songs that were enough to tear the vocal cords of mortals with all their might, but the master of this palace blessed them, letting them sing forever in pain.

The Lord of Thirst enjoyed 66 Keepers of Secrets having sex with her in all kinds of strange ways, bringing extreme stimulation to her body.

Slaanesh's Chief Greater Daemon, Shalaxi Helbane, enjoyed the endless pleasure brought by this moment. He was the protagonist responsible for serving Slaanesh herself in this feast.

This was the first feast after it regained Slaanesh's favor.

It had once lost to the Grey Knights and was thrown into the cold palace, but now it regained Slaanesh's favor because it snatched the fifth Crone Sword from the hands of the Ynnari.

Shalaxi Helbane enjoyed the endless pleasure brought by the Lord of Thirst's body, and its desire was almost satisfied.

However, the Lord of Thirst's moist eyes suddenly widened, and she saw Fulgrim, who was wailing painfully, reflected in her eyes.

The blessings belonging to Her on Fulgrim were being burned, bit by bit disappearing in the Warp.

Her blessings had already eroded most of Fulgrim's body, turning Fulgrim into an extension of her power. Eliminating Her blessings was equivalent to completely killing Fulgrim.

At the last moment when desire was satisfied, Shalaxi Helbane watched the Lord of Thirst stand up from Her bed.

This was the first time since the end of humanity's Great Crusade...

Zhou Yun's consciousness crossed in two bodies.

Inside the freighter in orbit, he stood in the dense forest formed by the interlaced Wraithbone, looking at the single-horned one and the Sublime Avatar pressed on the ground.

Just now Zhou Yun thought it through.

Why can't Wraithbone be a kind of machine?

Wraithbone can be used as a weapon, weapons are clearly machines.

Wraithbone can build houses, equipment that builds houses is clearly also a machine.

Wraithbone can turn into a warship, warships are clearly machines.

Then Wraithbone is clearly also a machine. Although Wraithbone is a pure Warp substance, no one stipulates that Warp substances cannot be machines!

After the thought was clear, Zhou Yun instantly controlled these Wraithbones, in turn overpowering that Aeldari Bonesinger, and controlled the single-horned one and the Sublime Avatar.

The Sublime Avatar, or Cegorach, who was possessing the Sublime Avatar, revealed a self-deprecating smile.

"I didn't expect that I saved a Shadowseer, but threw in a single-horned one and an avatar."

"I actually just wanted to talk to you about cooperation." Zhou Yun looked at the avatar with a smile: "Why don't you invite me to the Black Library to talk?"

"That won't do. If I invite you, my brother Yncarne will not be happy."

The Sublime Avatar said with a giggle:

"And every time you humans come to my Black Library, you don't do anything good."

Regarding Cegorach's refusal, Zhou Yun was not surprised.

The Black Library is one of the last foundations of the Aeldari, and it is the key to the Aeldari's comeback and revival. Cegorach naturally would not easily open it to humanity.

Just as humanity could not allow aliens to go to the Golden Wang Zuo casually... although it was hard to say whether the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang on the throne was in danger, or the aliens approaching the throne were in danger.

If Cegorach agreed directly, Zhou Yun would instead suspect that He was playing some bad tricks.

Although He was only the fourth of the four great liars of the galaxy, He also had the record of deceiving the C'tan into killing each other.

The Mind-Lock Scarab on Cegorach's Veilwalker was indeed removed, but Zhou Yun had never trusted Necron technology much.

Aeldari and Necrons are old rivals, and they must have ways to deal with the Mind-Lock Scarab.

He used another method to track Cegorach's Veilwalker... Hmm?

Zhou Yun vaguely felt something, and raised his head fiercely, looking at the single-horned one restrained in mid-air by Wraithbone.

The single-horned one rolled her eyes, her whole body twitching, her face full of madness and distortion.

The Sublime Avatar also seemed to have perceived something, took a breath of cold air in terror, and could not help but tremble, as if he had seen a small animal that had seen a natural enemy.

Only Guilliman was a bit confused, feeling nothing at all.

The single-horned one's body straightened fiercely, her limbs twisted in a strange posture, the horns between her hair twisted and changed, gradually forming a crown made of black-purple horns, and her pitch-black hair was also dyed white, becoming curly.

At the same time, her body also changed. The clown-like costume peeled off bit by bit like scales, her body twisted and became like a snake and fish, and viscous lewd liquid constantly secreted from her pores, covering the skin she exposed to the air, slowly solidifying into purple gauze.

This gauze was not enough to cover the body, as if it was born just to tease lust.

Finally, it was the enchanting mask carved with Slaanesh's face that the single-horned one wore on her face. The mask merged with her flesh and blood, bit by bit merging into her face, becoming her new face.

A face that could not be described in words, as if it were a collection of millions of beautiful faces that the physical universe could not accommodate.

Pleasure,

A kind of mental pleasure rose from all things.

Whether it was the Sublime Avatar or Guilliman, even those Wraithbones without consciousness, machines, the entire freighter, and even the air in the freighter and the vacuum around the freighter felt pleasure.

Comfortable moans rang out in reality and the Warp at the same time.

"The single-horned one" stretched her body lightly, like a delicate girl who had just woken up.

"Hello."

She looked at Zhou Yun with a smile:

"I am Slaanesh."

Zhou Yun's flesh and blood began to churn.

(End of chapter)