Chapter 375: A Shocking Turn During Interrogation

"For you and for our Qunshan, I, Buluokesen, swear that I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

The Engineering Master shouted; what fervor this was! It was the very definition of "wearing out Legendary Boots for the Qunshan and cracking an Epic Hammer for the Dwarf Realms."

"Caught them, nice, no, is their status high?"

Snorri walked quickly, and Buluokesen had to trot to keep up.

"Uh, to me they all look the same, but there are indeed some with high status. The Chief Sorceress of the God-blessed evildoers was knocked into the water by Lord Yin Yin but didn't die; our old sailors at Haimenguan fished her out."

"Chief Sorceress, good, a great achievement, reward ten pieces of Oath Gold!"

Snorri matched her with the seductive woman who had been riding a manticore and interfering with spells from the side. The Dwarf King licked his lips and tightened his belt.

"Wouldn't you rather take a rest?" the Engineering Master touched his beard and advised one last time; he knew how much Snorri had consumed in this battle.

"They are tied up, right? Can they still turn the world upside down once tied?" The Dwarf King's mouth curled into a strange smile. To deal with second-rate fellows, the Dwarfs have Meteorite Chains that even griffons cannot break free from, and to deal with first-rate fellows, there are Rune Chains to serve them.

"You can rest assured, Ailike of the Heerhaiyin Clan is handling this matter, and he has always been ruthless!"

"Good!"

Running quickly down the stairs, Snorri saw Ailike standing at a table outside the iron bars, organizing paper and pens. Hearing the sound, the young man stopped his work and bowed slightly to him in greeting.

"Well done!"

Looking at the Dark Elf women bound separately by chains and sitting on the ground inside the bars, he praised loudly. It was clear that these three fellows had been captured after a hard fight during the day, and the Dwarfs naturally would not treat the pointed-eared captives well; they now hung their heads, appearing listless.

"You go out. The brothers have gained quite a lot today, go count it up properly! Collect the portion that belongs to me."

The Dwarf King twisted and stretched his spine. Seeing Ailike still standing in place, he spoke to remind him. The policy for spoils of war differs among races, but in most cases, a portion must be handed over to the lord.

"Uh? Do you not need me to stay and take notes?"

The young man scratched his head and put down the paper and pen. Although the Dwarf Realms were short on manpower, interrogation work was generally done by the lord asking questions, with a military officer handling the torture and a civil official responsible for recording.

"Did you not hear me clearly!"

"Understood! My King!" Ailike stood straight and clicked his heels together.

The King of the Southlands glanced at the stairwell where he had left the prison; he was not in the mood to bicker slowly with his subordinates when he was exhausted and needed to relax.

"Hehehe, ladies, I am Snorri Thorsson, King of the Southlands. According to custom, from now on you are my private property! Of course, whether you remain private depends on your performance!"

After watching Ailike leave, Snorri picked up a basin of cold water and poured it over the Dark Elves. The three women slowly swayed and lifted their heads.

"Shorty, your beard will eventually be burned away by the wrath of Khaine!"

"Don't waste your effort! These little toys of yours, I grew tired of playing with them a hundred years ago!"

"Your things, hahaha, do you know why that manticore is willing to be driven by me?"

They seemed to have no self-awareness as captives, laughing loudly at Snorri.

"Haha! Laugh a while longer, after all, you might not be able to laugh later."

The Dwarf also laughed; challenging things always ignite a different kind of passion. If these black bean sprouts had just submitted to him, it would have been hard to be too ruthless.

"I want to tell you that the ways I know how to play are much more exciting than those old-fashioned ones of yours. Even Slaanesh in person would have to praise them as 'thrilling'!"

Snorri opened the prison door with a wicked grin. His research into foreign film and television materials in his past life was very extensive, and he believed the knowledge learned from those non-live-action animated works would give these licentious Dark Elf women a fresh perspective.

"Ding!" The transmigrator stuck out his rear and closed the prison door.

"Boom!"

"Where, where the hell is this!"

Snorri suddenly felt the world spinning, his consciousness uncontrollably pulled out of his body. Amidst the bizarre and kaleidoscopic scene, he saw himself passing through six boundless, eerily colored concentric rings, finally landing at the entrance of a strangely twisted palace.

"Damn it, this color, these tentacles, this might be the Daemon Realm of Slaanesh!"

Combining the purple-based environment around him with his own words just now, Snorri stomped his foot on the spot, wishing he could slap himself.

The place he had just passed through was called Slaanesh's Six Rings, each one an epitome of one of the Dark Prince's most intense desires. They were known respectively as Greed, Gluttony, Lust, Pride, Vanity, and Sloth.

The gates of the Palace of Pleasure in front of him opened automatically, and Snorri's consciousness drifted inside at high speed. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the figures of various high-ranking Daemons of Slaanesh appeared continuously.

They twisted their naked bodies, ravaging Snorri's five senses with blasphemous acts, alluring scents, subtle and slippery caresses, and psychedelic demonic sounds.

"No Keeper of Secrets, I can still hold on!"

The Dwarf muttered. He had calmed down from his initial panic; these fellows were not enough to destroy his mental defenses.

"Welcome to the Twisted Mirror Temple, mortal! My Magic Mirror shall illuminate everything in the depths of your heart!"

A sweet, cloying voice rang out from ahead. Snorri passed through the corridor door and entered a vast hall, every inch of which was covered by reflective mirrors.

As the only existence in the empty hall, Snorri could see his own figure reflected in every mirror, but upon closer inspection, they were all different. From the most true and good to the most evil and wicked, every thought that had ever flashed through his mind was stripped away.

"Being forced to face those evil thoughts again is truly a painful thing." Looking at the illusory images flashing continuously in the mirror surfaces, Snorri muttered.

If those instances of compassion and mercy might dissolve his fighting spirit, then every evil thought would make him look away in discomfort, but unfortunately, the next mirror usually contained something even worse.

Snorri had never been, nor did he ever think he was, a saint; after all, "a gentleman is judged by his actions, not his thoughts; if judged by thoughts, there is no perfect person in the world." But regardless, being forced to watch the manifestation of his own evil thoughts was a form of mental torture and torment.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

His soul gasped for breath. After the concept of time had been almost completely erased, he finally managed to break free from the Twisted Mirror Temple by relying on the slight contradictions and conflicts between the thoughts of his past and present lives. This was the place of Meditation for Slaanesh himself, which was almost impossible for a mortal to resist.