Chapter 298: Feeling Less Cool Than the Slaanesh Ogryn

"Hello, I am Slaanesh."

A voice, gentle yet thick with seduction, rang out simultaneously from reality and the Warp.

A pale purple gauze, solidified from slime, swept lightly; the spirit bones piercing the "Horned One's" body emitted a silent moan, releasing their self-imposed bonds in a surge of pleasure.

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

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

That face held the handsomeness of a youth, the weathered vicissitudes of an elder, the innocence of a maiden, and the maturity of a married woman—a collection of a thousand beautiful faces.

All things, upon seeing this visage, could not help but stir with lust, rising from the depths of the soul.

Even the unconscious, even the children of gods, even the incarnations of deities who hated her were no exception.

The High Incarnation panted heavily, its gaze upon the "Horned One" filled with both lust and loathing.

"My jester, long time no see."

A beautiful smile played on the "Horned One's" lips, its soft voice like aphrodisiac slime:

"Are you still unwilling to join my feast? I am willing to spare your life and let you be the joke-telling clown at my banquet."

"Hee-hee, that line is funnier than you." The High Incarnation suppressed its lust, speaking with forced laughter: "My sharp tongue is only good for mockery, not for telling jokes."

"Smooth-tongued, you damned clown."

The "Horned One" gently touched its own lips, smearing a wisp of soot, and blew it lightly toward the High Incarnation.

The High Incarnation could not help but moan as the flesh on its body began to churn and transform.

"Though your mouth is annoying, you do possess the skills of a jester."

"I shall grant you this incarnation: to flip somersaults endlessly for eternity."

Having spoken, the "Horned One's" gaze turned toward Roboute Guilliman and Zhou Yun.

Guilliman panted heavily, kneeling on one knee; his condition was far better than the High Incarnation's, as most of the lust aroused by the "Horned One" had been suppressed by him.

But this had also consumed a vast amount of Guilliman's energy, leaving him unable to move freely for the moment.

He would need at least a minute or two to completely shake off the influence of this strange "Horned One" before him.

And before that, Guilliman looked at Zhou Yun.

The "Horned One" also looked at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun's appearance had not changed much, but he himself, Guilliman, and the "Horned One" could all perceive the true situation.

Beneath Zhou Yun's fake clay skin, beneath the Great Thief DX suit, Zhou Yun's flesh was churning uncontrollably.

In a few dozen seconds, it would completely collapse and disintegrate.

His face twitched involuntarily a few times.

This damn mess was all because the God of Laughter brought a Horned One over here.

Over at Fat Tiger's Demon side, Fulgrim, who had almost been burned to death, was also rescued by the attacking Slaanesh.

This was entirely within the expectations of Zhou Yun, Guilliman, and Sanguinius; they had never expected to kill Fulgrim.

Similarly, it was almost impossible for Slaanesh to cause them any real harm.

Most of Slaanesh's power was still needed to fight the other four gods; the attention it could devote to the material universe was limited, and there was no body near Macragge capable of bearing even its slightest power—there never was one.

The Horned One; Slaanesh used the Horned One's body to complete its descent.

It used the Horned One's body to give itself form, the Horned One's soul to grant itself existence in the material universe, and the Horned One's consciousness to shape the consciousness of its incarnation.

This "Horned One" before them was still very far from the true Slaanesh.

And of course, Zhou Yun could see that this body ultimately had its limits; cracks had already begun to appear on its voluptuous form, and it would likely shatter and fall apart in a very short time, yet it did indeed contain Slaanesh's will and power.

The most painful part was Zhou Yun; his will and soul were unaffected by her influence, but on the material level, his flesh—every single cell—was being twisted by Slaanesh's will and power.

His native body was on the verge of collapse.

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

The "Horned One" apologized to Zhou Yun in a aggrieved tone:

"I know that for beings like us, or those close to us, a material body capable of containing power is how rare."

"I didn't want to destroy him; I didn't even intend to make an enemy of you."

"After all, I never expected that in the realm of erosion and destruction, a competitor could actually be born."

The Horned One slowly leaned closer to Zhou Yun, gently extending a slender finger to stroke the fake face he had made of clay.

"You seem to like that child, Fulgrim."

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

"But it doesn't matter; you can join us. I will bestow blessings upon your material body, making it stronger and more capable of containing the power of both of us, and you can turn Fulgrim into an existence that merges the power of both of us."

"Of course, if you could share Guilliman and Sanguinius with me, that would be even better."

"Do you think you are losing out? No, I can give you more."

The "Horned One" coiled around Zhou Yun, its cherry lips gently approaching Zhou Yun's ear, whispering:

"This promise is our little secret; do not let the Fly, the Madman, the Violent Maniac, or the Dried Corpse know."

"I intend to help you."

"... Help you become the fifth."

Those words were supremely seductive; under the influence of that voice, Zhou Yun's body began to writhe even more violently.

Guilliman struggled to his feet.

Flames of blue and gold interlaced burned within his pupils.

"Let him go!" Guilliman felt he was acting almost without thought, his arm raising the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword in his hand involuntarily.

The undying bright flame burned fiercely upon the blade; the edge of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword seemed to have grown incredibly wide, wider than an entire planet.

Guilliman took a sudden step forward, the fiercely burning blade cleaving down toward the "Horned One."

"Unicorn" suddenly let out a banshee-like scream, one arm embracing Zhou Yun while the other reached for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

Her arm ignited with flames, flesh peeling away inch by inch, dispersing an eerie fragrance, yet the bones beneath her flesh forcibly blocked the blade of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword.

"You are still resisting, son of the Dry Corpse."

"If that beautiful Sanguinius were here, I might still feel fear; he has awakened too much."

"Unicorn" emitted a soft laugh:

"But you are not enough, and his time is running short."

As she spoke, the smoke generated by her burning arm surged violently toward Guilliman; the intense poison caused Guilliman pain, and his body involuntarily retreated several steps.

Meanwhile, "Unicorn" pressed completely against Zhou Yun, gently touching Zhou Yun's face with a single point.

The clay body rotted entirely, the Phantom DX suit shattered, revealing Zhou Yun's true face.

While caressing his face, "Unicorn" whispered softly, audible only to the two of them:

"You must believe me; I so desperately desire us two to merge."

"I also sincerely hope, as I love, that you become the fifth; after all, if the Dry Corpse becomes the fifth, everyone will be very uncomfortable, right?"

"And if Inane, though the chances are slim, succeeds, then I will be finished."

"But you look far more interesting than the Dry Corpse and Inane; perhaps our cooperation can bring a little fun to cold death."

"Come on, just say 'yes,' and I will bless this material body of yours, turning it into our shared Daemon Prince and vessel; of course, I will also share the Primarch with you."

"Moreover, I have never been with someone of equal station before; once you become the fifth, we must try it."

Zhou Yun swallowed slightly; he could feel the intense lust radiating from "Unicorn."

She truly loved Zhou Yun, just as she loved everything that brought pleasure.

In a sense, the love of Slaanesh was as vast as the love of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the love of Nurgle, yet equally terrifying.

And Zhou Yun's original body was on the verge of collapse.

Although theoretically he could use the body of Fat Tiger Great Demon as a new vessel, this would also mean Zhou Yun becoming a complete Warp entity.

Zhou Yun opened his mouth slightly, as if to say something.

"What do you want to say?"

"Unicorn's" face pressed against Zhou Yun's face, her legs wrapping around Zhou Yun's waist, her chest and abdomen pressing tightly against him.

"Cannot speak? Nodding is fine too," "Unicorn" said considerately.

"I say..." Zhou Yun's voice was hoarse as he spoke: "I say, is your shamelessness because you were thoroughly trained by the Eldar gods before you were even born?"

"Also, you are not very desirable; I feel you are less stimulating than the psychic Ogryn I raise at home."

"Unicorn's" expression suddenly stiffened, then she revealed a brilliant smile: "Why is your tongue as damnably..."

Before she could finish, a tear-shaped spear suddenly pierced from the four-dimensional pocket on Zhou Yun's stomach, violently thrusting through "Unicorn's" abdomen.

Scorching golden psychic flames continuously burned "Unicorn's" wound, interspersed with blue light points filled with the intent of death.

Pure white wings trembled violently; Sanguinius used the Spear of the Final Work to violently lift "Unicorn's" body, flinging her away to smash against the bulkhead.

Sanguinius entered Zhou Yun's four-dimensional pocket via a Door of Anywhere, then emerged from the four-dimensional pocket to ambush "Unicorn."

But this was not the main purpose; a flashlight was brought out from the four-dimensional pocket by him, instantly shining upon Zhou Yun.

"Adaptation Lamp."

Zhou Yun instantly adapted to the corruption brought by Slaanesh, and his body became stable again.

Without hesitation, he exchanged and retrieved a series of items from the pocket once more.

"Efficiency Pill."

"Accelerated Clockwork."

"Adaptation Lamp."

"Portable Jin Zita."

"Mechanizer."

"Rebound Cloak."

"Mad Clock."

"Come to deceive, come to ambush, me, a twenty-second-century parenting robot, right?"

(End of Chapter)