Chapter 376: The Temptation of Slaanesh

Sinuoli was clear about his own situation; he could not overcome physical torture through powerful conviction like the revolutionary martyrs of his past life, and being able to emerge from the endless thoughts was purely a stroke of luck.

Theoretically, a Demigod can touch the Authority of rules, gods can wield Authority, while the Chaos Four Gods are the direct manifestation of rules. Without the status of a Demigod, there is no room for struggle before these four.

"To be able to walk out of the Twisted Mirror Temple, it seems that old bird didn't speak entirely in lies! You are more interesting than the guys before you."

It was the same voice but with a completely different tone; Sinuoli followed its guidance, passed through another corridor, and entered a hall where the walls were decorated with extremely gorgeous purple-red silk.

"Good heavens! These Keepers of Secrets really look quite unique!"

On one side of the hall knelt dozens of Slaanesh Greater Daemons. They were massive in stature, with pale, soft skin exposed; their feet were goat-like hooves, and they were adorned with luxurious, expensive gems, metal jewelry, and a minimal amount of silk.

These guys looked extremely eerie and sexy; if one ignored the sharp claws or massive pincers formed by mutations, these things could instantly pierce heavy armor and tear a victim's body to shreds.

The Greater Daemons looked more or less the same, while those kneeling on the other side varied in form. The smallest was not much taller than Sinuoli, while the largest was comparable to a Keeper of Secrets. They were all Daemon Princes who had become demons after mortals from various worlds ascended.

Sinuoli's appearance drew side-glances from the demons; they were curious, surprised, or jealous, their expressions varied. Some even could not suppress the hunger in their hearts, lightly sweeping their flexible tails behind Sinuoli.

"Come, come before Me!"

The cloyingly sweet voice led Sinuoli to continue walking forward. The further he went, the more powerful the aura of the demons on both sides became. The few at the very front were not inferior to Plague Father Kugasi, clearly having received deeper favor than those behind.

"Hehe, didn't you have a big mouth just now? You don't even dare to look up at Me, so how can you make Me say the word 'pleasure'?"

"S-Slaanesh big brother, I don't have a filter on my mouth, I was just babbling nonsense, please, please don't take it seriously!"

It went without saying who the owner of this voice was. How could Sinuoli's soul dare to look up? He stood below with his head bowed, trembling slightly.

"Summoning you over through those dead toads' barriers made me sweat, yet you still won't bring out all your skills to respectfully thank this deity for the grace."

Slaanesh naturally did not take the transmigrator's pleas for mercy to heart; her charming words easily shattered Sinuoli's mental defenses, causing his head to lift uncontrollably.

"Tsk!"

He shouldn't have looked up, but once he did, Sinuoli completely lost his composure. This God of Excess was not wearing a stitch of clothing, lazily reclining on a soft couch; from his angle, he could even vaguely see the secrets between her legs.

"Come now, little one, it's been a long time since I've felt pleasure!"

Slaanesh's appearance was a collection of all beautiful images from the Mortal World and the Warp. With just one look, Sinuoli's legs began to move forward on their own. He finally understood why many Greater Daemons and Princes had cast jealous glances at him along the way; it turned out this kind of grace was not common.

"No, I can't, ah ah ah!"

The last thread of clarity in his mind was roaring, trying to drown out the soul-stirring demonic sound in front of him and the background music provided by the demons behind him. For a moment, he didn't know if it would be better to serve her well to win a chance at Daemonhood, or to be tough and let his soul be scattered for a quick end.

The current situation was vastly different from facing Tzeentch right after transmigrating. At that time, the Changer of Ways had merely felt the threads of fate change and had a flash of inspiration, projecting an illusion of the Chaos Realm into Sinuoli's mind through the heavy protection of the Rune Smith Guild.

On Sinuoli's home turf, Tzeentch could do nothing but use verbal seduction. But now, his soul had been directly pulled into the Chaos Realm by Slaanesh; on her territory, he could be molded or shaped as she pleased.

If the Chaos Four Gods were compared to human size, Sinuoli at the time of his transmigration was at most an ant. The growth and experience of these years had turned him into a spider; while solving an ant is easy, he still had no power to resist a human.

As the youngest of the Four Gods, Slaanesh had the relatively weakest power, but the strength difference between them was like that of a human's physical fitness; it had nothing to do with the spider. No matter how thin a human is, stepping on a spider is just a matter of one foot.

The reason for this difference lay at the core of that Chief Sorceress of the god-blessed evil party. She was a core member of the Cult of Pleasure and bore the mark of Slaanesh; using this as a basis, the loss of power during transmission was greatly reduced.

If a god is a reservoir, then the Chosen and the altar are like faucets; it is easy to transport water using them as a medium. But without them, trying to transport water to the right place by relying on evaporation or similar methods would be a huge waste of effort.

"Click!"

Sinuoli had already stepped onto the platform and approached Slaanesh; his hand was on his belt. Smelling the unparalleled fragrance of Slaanesh's divine body from all worlds, his last bit of clarity was about to dissipate.

"Come, turn around!"

"T-turn around?"

The cloyingly sweet voice guided the Dwarf. He was slightly stunned; what was turning around for? Although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run plenty of times; was there also that kind of operation where one turns their back?

"Holy crap! You, you don't come over here!"

Looking down again, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life: a massive rod covered in flesh buds standing tall and erect!

"Hmm?"

Slaanesh frowned slightly; she seemed surprised that Sinuoli's reaction was strong enough to briefly shake her charm, but in the face of the massive power gap, she easily eliminated the unstable factor.

In fact, Slaanesh was indeed a hermaphroditic god; what nurtured her was joy, excess, pleasure, and even love, and these energies were undoubtedly possessed by both sexes, which was reflected in her image.

"A lifetime of fame thrown away! This, even if I ascend to Daemonhood, I won't be able to hold my head up when I go to the Zhu Wu-zhi Wei-mian to burn, kill, and plunder!"

Sinuoli wailed in his heart; how could he have imagined it was this kind of "double method"! Facing the person who had approached, his soul not only did not avoid her but actively leaned in. With the Prince of Pleasure acting personally, how could he possibly resist?

"Relax, don't resist! Clamping too tight isn't good either~"

Slaanesh stuck out her long, snake-like tongue, drawing circles around Sinuoli's ear. Once this contact was made, the final resistance he had erupted in fear vanished, his muscles relaxed, and he looked ready to accept his fate.

"There is actually such a sense of ultimate filth here!"

At the final moment, Sinuoli's physical body remaining in the Mortal World heard a voice.