"How about kidnapping this scumbag to a place where the four Chaos Gods can't find him, and let him experience the ultimate loyalty for thirteen thousand years? Big E, does your Grey Knight family have any good psychic traitor targets?"
"Everyone calm down. Although this guy said he wanted to fight Erebus, you all know that the guy who defected to Chaos has been corrupted from heart to soul. Maybe he just saw an illusion of the past."
Big E spoke, cooling the atmosphere slightly, then he gently touched the Golden Throne to refresh the new mission information. After confirming the intercepted prayer once more, Big E turned to look at the Dark Lady - and the other Hammers.
"Lady Dark, you can prepare now. Everyone, you can also prepare some chess pieces to plunder the formation. Lady Dark, be careful. Your opponent this time is a real 'scum' even from the perspective of Chaos."
23. Erebus must die! — The Dark Lady descends
When will I be able to completely abandon my past weaknesses, truly embrace the truth of the warp, and become an immortal being?
Standing in front of the huge bloody altar where the blasphemous ritual had been held for sixty-six hours, the leader of the Howling Desires warband, a Chaos Noise Warrior whose appearance had been severely mutated to the point where only the concept of a human form remained, Cooldis raised his hand with six fingers blessed by Slaanesh, and scratched his throat in confusion, which had been completely changed due to years of making high-pitched noises. After feeling the stimulation from his neck, he couldn't help but think of this question - although after hundreds of years of wandering in the Eye of Terror, the Chaos Astartes' memory of the past has become blurred. However, whether it is Slaanesh's bad taste or what, every time he starts singing, he always thinks of his past self, the imperfect self who foolishly offered loyalty to the Lord of the Corpses on the throne, and thought that was his entire life goal - every time this happens, he always gets angry because of these memories - why didn't he embark on the real path from the beginning, why?
"Master, the Great Lord of Pleasure has received our tribute. A Great Keeper of Secrets has answered our call - and it is now crossing the rift between reality and the Warp."
As the Noise Warrior gnashed his teeth, his mind filled with hatred for his own past stupidity, the voice of his subordinate interrupted him from further casting his thoughts into the meaningless time.
"Very well, let us go to meet the emissary of the Prince of Darkness—take all that we have, and be sure to make it a pleasant one."
Hearing the good news reported by his wizard, the Slaanesh Astarte heaved a sigh of relief, and his completely twisted pupils reflected a light of relief - as a mortal being who had experienced the moodiness of the Destroyer many times, Cooldis knew all the catastrophic uncertainties that might occur in the process of offering sacrifice to his master. Moreover, even if the Slaanesh Lord accepted the sacrifice, he knew very well that the guy he wanted to rebel against this time was a being that was more favored by the Destroyer than himself. If the Destroyer thought that he was less valuable than him, then it was not impossible that the reinforcements he got were a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps - and now, the result looks good?
"Yes, Master."
The Slaanesh wizard, who had already imagined a lot of ways to enjoy himself that might satisfy the Great Keeper of Secrets, had just nodded in agreement when a breath that made him feel uncomfortable all over suddenly erupted on the altar. This feeling was so strange that the wizard had the urge to "run away quickly"!
However, before he could confirm what this aura was, a powerful shock wave from the altar almost knocked him to the ground. The ceremony was completed - accompanied by golden flames leaping madly in the air, the chess piece of the Great Keeper of Slaanesh, who was attached to the will of the Dark Lady, walked out of the portal filled with the aura of corruption and stepped into reality.
"this......?"
When the sight first came into contact with the body of the Slaanesh Daemon, who had seven swords pierced in seven key parts of his body, several parts of his skin turned outward to reveal the fresh flesh underneath, and several thick nerves were pulled out and tied to certain parts of his body like slings, the Slaanesh wizard was shocked by the Dark Lady's Slaanesh Daemon's chess piece and instinctively praised the great power of Slaanesh.
Power - but the next second, this Slaanesh wizard, who had a lot of blasphemous knowledge in his head, realized that something was wrong.
Seven! Why is there seven swords stuck in the body of this Slaanesh Demon? And! Why is the thing swirling around this Slaanesh Demon not the purple Slaanesh mist full of desire, but a golden fire that seems to burn everything to ashes?
"Wizard? What are you doing? Follow me to welcome the messenger of the god Slaanesh!"
The superhuman senses that had been mutated made it easy for Kudis to sense that the wizard beside him had suddenly stiffened. He was about to go up to greet the great demon that his god had seated, but he turned his head, his twisted face full of confusion - why was his wizard distracted at such a tense moment? If he offended the messenger of the god, wouldn't he be in big trouble?
Of course, the next second, he also "probably" knew why the wizard was like this. Along with the unpredictable chuckle of the Great Secret Keeper who had just stepped into reality, the shadow of a sword suddenly flew out from the palm of the great demon and penetrated into the body of the Slaanesh wizard at lightning speed. The next moment, the wizard howled miserably, knelt heavily on the ground, stirred up a large cloud of dust, and then, holding his stomach, rolled on the ground without any image.
“Ah—ah!”
The extreme roar coming from the wizard's mouth meant that he was in extreme pain. Cooldis could easily see with his mutated eyes that a golden flame was burning deep in his throat, devouring his subordinate's internal organs. His eyes were also gradually devoured by the rising golden flames, and finally turned into two useless holes - when the wizard's wailing finally stopped, this Slaanesh wizard who mastered various secret arts was left with only a piece of skin and a skeleton that was burned clean - no blood, and no flesh.
"Oh, oh - this is so - so perfect! I never thought I could see such perfect torture! Messenger of God! Will you let me see such pain and pleasure again?"
Stimulated by the pain of his subordinates' dying and their perfect appearance after death, all kinds of hormones were secreted crazily. The whole Astartes was trembling with limbs. Cooldis cast a longing look at the Great Keeper who was walking towards him step by step without any hesitation, hoping that he could enjoy this ultimate opportunity again. Then, he saw the six-armed demon stopped and opened his red lips.
"Okay, but I definitely can't do it without the materials. How about this, you call all your people over, and I'll slowly 'reform' them one by one?"
"Your will is at your service! Messenger of the great god Slaanesh!"
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"Do you think that if the Dark Lady really stays in the 40k universe, is she really a Slaanesh Chosen One?"
Above the Queen of Glory, the Chosen One, who was fiddling with her Black Legion chess pieces, had a conflicted tone as he watched the Dark Lady become so addicted to her tricks that she couldn't extricate herself.
"You think the God of Slaanesh chooses such a common person? That's really making the Lady of Darkness look simple! Take that awesome woman who ate three Slaanesh daemons as an example. The Lady of Darkness started out as a Daemon Prince of at least that level. Note that it's a starting point."
Liang Feifan, who was also tossing his own black army pawn, pointed out sharply that the chosen one still underestimated this new colleague - after all, this person made Big E feel a little bit of lustful...
"What, the Dark Lady is a Daemon Prince? How cheap! Shouldn't the Dark Lady just rush into Slaanesh's Silver Palace, kick Slaanesh off her big bed, and then declare Slaanesh her Chief God and Grand Keeper of Secrets?"
Staring at the screen where the Dark Goddess was waving her six arms and laughing wildly as she burned the members of this Slaanesh Astartes warband, whose name they didn't even know yet, one by one with the Emperor's flames until only their skeletons and skins were left, Abathur felt that this might be the case for an ordinary Grand Keeper - at least, in terms of pleasure.
"That's exaggerated, but I don't think it's stressful to lie in the same bed with Slaanesh - you see, she has already started to pose with the Chaos things she burned. Well, she was even considerate enough to put stuffing in the skins to make them stand out."
The political commissar sister, who had brought her own box of world-eating chess pieces, asked the servo skull to help her add soil and change the color of the Kahn chess piece. She planned to let these chess pieces go down and chop through the war gang of Erebus, and expressed her own views.
"No, don't you think it's weird? Isn't her behavior a bit too lustful?"
The Lich King protested, only to receive an ambiguous look from Litchi Zhang, who was there mainly to watch the show and see if he could seize the opportunity to send a pawn to deliver a gift to Erebus.
"But, the Dark Lady is now a Slaanesh demon? Judging from her appearance, she is still the most advanced one!"
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Ecstasy, excitement, screaming, convulsions, feeling that the words he knew were so insufficient that he didn't know how to describe what he was seeing, hearing and feeling now - this was the crazy state that Cooldis was in now.
Listening to the painful screams of his subordinates as their internal organs were burned, and looking at the fresh skins that were once worn by his subordinates, which were burned clean of all flesh and blood, and then filled with dust by the Great Keeper and arranged in a very handsome shape, Cooldis felt that his previous life was wasted.
It was all in vain - the way I sought pleasure was limited to hacking with various weapons, torturing with instruments of torture, and screaming with sound waves. I never thought that if I put my imagination on psychic power, there would be so many powerful ways to force life to inspire beauty beyond the limit - now, this great messenger of the honorable God has taught me a perfect lesson, letting me, who thought I had no way out, know that the road I was looking for has not yet come to an end, and I can embrace more things!
"Oh, now I remember. The purpose of your summoning me was to deal with Erebus. Now I have made all your subordinates into works of art. You are the only one left in your warband. What do you think you should do? Do you still want to deal with Erebus?"
Just when Cooldis was indulging himself in the gorgeous beauty of life revealed in the torture created by the Dark Lady, the soft and elegant voice of the Dark Lady's Great Keeper of Secrets chess piece sounded in his ears again - at this moment, Cooldis realized that at some point, all of his subordinates had turned into a combination of bones, dust, and skin, and were thoughtfully arranged by the Great Keeper of Secrets into a charging posture - as if they were trying to fight the great demon.
"It is their honor! It is their honor to offer their flesh, blood and souls to you! Messenger of the Lord! I don't care about Erebus anymore! Let him continue to show off his might! Now I know what I really want to do! Messenger of the Lord! Do you need me to find more materials for you? Materials that can help you better show me the power of the great Lord of Debauchery?"
Kudis' tone was full of hope. He no longer cared about Erebus. He now understood why the Lord of Slaanesh would send such a great keeper of secrets to meet him. He only wanted to see more surreal tortures, more art that went beyond the limits of mortal imagination, and to comprehend more paths from them, so that he could better interpret the path of the god he worshipped. He could feel that the Lord of Debauchery had already cast his eyes on him, and the blasphemous power in his body was surging. He might be blessed by his own Lord of Debauchery again!
"No need to look for it. Isn't there another material? It just so happens that this painting is also missing the last commander. Are you willing to give it to me? I believe you will agree!"
"Hmm? Ah!"
With his mind in a mess, Kudis nodded subconsciously, indicating that it was just a material, and the messenger of the great god wanted it. Then, at the moment of being pierced by the sword, he realized belatedly that the last material mentioned by the great keeper of secrets was himself. In an instant, extreme fear entangled his soul, forcing him to scream soul-shatteringly. Although being sacrificed by the great demon of Slaanesh could definitely bring him powerful pleasure, this was not what he was looking for!
However, something even more frightening to him was yet to come—
The power that the Great Keeper of Secrets injected into his body along the sword, causing his internal organs, muscles, blood vessels and nerves to burn one by one like a sacrifice, was the power of the great God Slaanesh! It was full of hatred, full of hatred for what it had done to mankind after it had chosen this path. It burned itself not to torture itself, but for revenge! It burned to destroy itself, an existence that had embarked on the path of destroying the true God! This kind of power! This kind of power!
In the incomprehensible and indescribable pain, Kudis, whose soul had become fuel, heard the Great Keeper of Secrets he summoned say a phrase, a phrase that would never be said by the Great Demon of the Lord of Pleasure. He felt the power of Slaanesh in his body screaming for a moment, and then he felt that everything he had was scattered in the world like dust.
The phrase was - For the Emperor.
24. Erebus must die! - The Dark Lady's "grand plan"
The stars in the Eye of Terror are always different from those in normal space. They always have some things that normal stars should not have because of the overlap of reality and subspace. Therefore, the light they cast will bring a strange feeling, which is also common sense in the Eye of Terror. In fact, some fragile mortals may even fall into hallucinations because of this strange light, and finally lose everything including their souls miserably.
The threat posed by the light of stars is only one of the most insignificant dangers of living in the Eye of Terror. In this crazy universe that can't be said to be in reality or in the subspace, everything from bacteria and dust to mountains and stars can be fatal sources - it's common to have problems with the air and water and not be able to find normal food. Many imperial traitors who fled here for some "grand" goals will basically find that they have successfully completed a reverse upgrade of living conditions within a month - from at least having enough food and clothing to having to fight for a mouthful of water. It is true that there are many legends of the rise of various "little people" in the Eye of Terror, but the ending of most of the existences struggling here is that after performing a drama for the four gods of chaos, they die silently in some corners or die in peace - considering the frequency of sacrifices in the Eye of Terror, the probability of dying in peace is almost 100%...
However, even if the Eye of Terror has become so mad, it is still very unlikely to encounter a great demon under the command of the Four Chaos Gods on any planet in this area.
The four gods are moody, and even the most perfect rituals may bring about their nameless anger. Therefore, unless it is necessary or a last resort, even the craziest chaos rebellion will not call the most powerful servants of the four gods to the material world. Therefore, being able to witness the most powerful messenger of the god you worship walking in the mortal world is the best blessing for mortals living in the Eye of Terror, or the strongest curse?
Today, Ben Ahank, a proud pilgrim who walks on the path of indulgence in the highest heaven, a hunter who likes to process various trophies from the organs of dying humanoids tortured by drugs and torture, got such "luck" when he was hunting with his subordinates.
What a magnificent and beautiful existence! Under the unpredictable light of the stars, a great keeper of the Lord of Joy sat cross-legged in the rolling yellow sand, raised his hands, and gracefully waved in front of him in gorgeous lines that mortals could not imagine. Although the whistling wind kept rolling up the sand and dust on the ground, crackling and slapping everything it could hit, the great keeper of secrets was not even stained with a grain of filthy dust from the mortal world. It was as if everything in reality was ashamed in front of this great demon who interpreted perfection in itself, and did not dare to smear any part of this great body that came out of the highest heaven!
"Ah...ah...God! Is this the revelation you gave to our tribe?"
A twisted ecstasy surged in his heart, and Ben Ahank involuntarily began to dance madly on the spot with his subordinates - it didn't matter if they were continuously hit by yellow sand in the face - however, after the initial frenzy passed and fatigue began to surge into his body, Ben Ahank, who had a mouthful of sand, blinked in confusion at his eyes, which were stinging from the dust blown into them.
Why am I tired? Hasn't the messenger from Paradise appeared before me? Why haven't I heard the voice of the Lord of Joy yet? I don't even feel anything at all? That's right! It must be that my God feels that the joy I offer is not enough! That's right! How can I please my God by dancing wildly in the same place with a bunch of ugly things covered with sand?
"I need fresh art to show our determination to the God. Who among you can offer it?"
Ben-Ahank turned around and cast a fanatical gaze at his subordinates, waiting for an answer - of course, he didn't need to ask this question at all, but the hunter felt that he should be as elegant as possible in front of the servants of Slaanesh. Maybe this would be a plus!
but……
"Art?"
When Ben Ahank asked that question, an elegant and gentle voice suddenly came into his ears.
"Yes! Messenger of the honorable God! I will do my best! I will present you with the highest art of our tribe, please..."
Ben Ahank, who thought he had triggered some key words, could not help but get excited. Then, stimulated by some unknown impulse, he raised his head and met the eyes of the Great Secret Keeper who turned his head to look at his group. He saw what was churning in the eyes of the Great Demon.
It was not praise, desire, irony or anything worse, but a kind of... sadness? An indescribable desolation?
"What on earth are you—a melon!"
Ben Ahank suddenly realized that the being standing in front of him was not the messenger of the god Slaanesh, but some unknown being from the High Heaven. He roared, wanting to know the answer. He moved his feet, wanting to escape - escape! The farther the better!
However, for these mortals contaminated by Slaanesh, it was too late. As the golden flames spread rapidly along the line of sight, in the blink of an eye, Ben Ahank and his men followed in the footsteps of the Astartes of the Howling Desire warband - no, it cannot be called footsteps.
Under the burning flames of the Emperor, their physical bodies were completely destroyed, their twisted and filthy souls were turned to ashes, and the various things they carried were violently disintegrated and destroyed. In the end, Ben Ahank and his party were not even left with a trace.
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"Dark Lady, you actually burned them all? I thought you would burn them to look like the traitors in front of you, and then disguise them as traitor mortal auxiliary troops - this is not like your style!"
Among the Hammers, the Dark Lady was relatively familiar to him, and he also knew best how amazing this female Hammer who was always a little crazy for no reason would be once she dived to the bottom. Litchi Zhang couldn't help but make fun of it. Next to him, there was a small team of chess pieces he had selected. Well, although these chess pieces were all genuine products, the coloring of one of the chess pieces looked like Cyber Guan Gong...
"Big E asked me to do this. He said that these people were shrouded in darkness and filth from birth, which is a far cry from those who had a choice but chose to betray in the end."
The Dark Lady was using the super senses and balance of the Slaanesh Archdemon chess piece to quickly paint a picture that only she could see on the Astartes earth bags of the Slaanesh wargang in front of her. She sighed and used one hand to change the appearance of the last leader of the wargang into a more handsome one.
"So...Ms. Dark, have you really thought about this before?"
The Lich King's expression was stiff.
The corners of his mouth twitched. As a relatively straight-thinking person among the Hammer guys, there were certain things that he really couldn't accept.
"Of course I have thought about it! For something like the Eye of Terror, it's not wrong to get million out of 10 million. The rest is to help them complete their duties and return to the Golden Throne - OK, OK, Big Brother E, I get it."
The Dark Lady, who spoke half of her words excitedly, was obviously suppressed by Big E and gave up saying the second half of her words in frustration.
"…Although it does make sense, don't be too Slaanesh. Don't return to reality with your mind still stuck. That would be bad. By the way, how does your Slaanesh Great Demon chess piece anchor itself in the Eye of Terror? According to the rules, you have already sent your summoner away, right?"
Liang Feifan felt that it was inappropriate to bring up this topic for a while and immediately changed the direction of the discussion - according to the rules of the Hammer chess pieces' descent, the chess pieces must have an anchor point to appear accurately, but now the chess piece of the Dark Lady's Slaanesh Daemon Rusalka is performing a scene of "I can jump around without an anchor point", which makes him curious.
"You haven't used Chaos Demon faction pawns before?"
Hearing Liang Feifan's question, Lady Dark paused her drawing.
"No, on the one hand we don't have any chess pieces, on the other hand our command level is low, and on the other hand the Chaos Demon Faction chess pieces are really not suitable for the various situations we encountered before - at the beginning, when someone sent down a few Black Legions, we were all worried that they would attract some Imperial demons to attack the world we had saved..."
"Ah, the answer is actually very simple. The Chaos Demon Faction chess piece anchor point is a little bit special compared to other chess pieces..."
While answering Liang Feifan, the Dark Goddess turned her head 180 degrees to look in the direction of the altar. Seeing the Dark Lady's clear indication, Liang Feifan instantly understood the answer.
"The Chaos Demon faction's chess piece anchor is an altar? No! It's a ritual?"
"That's right. The ritual that allows the Chaos Demon Faction's demons to descend is its anchor point. The deepest wish of the initiator when the ritual begins is the reason for the Chaos Demon Faction's pawns to descend. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't follow it. Chaos just has some privileges."
The Dark Lady said this after she changed the look of a Noise Warrior in front of her.
"So...are the rules for the return of the Chaos Demon Faction different from those for other chess pieces?"
The political commissar sister, who had thought of something, interrupted the conversation.
"Well, the first is the destruction of the ritual altar, and the second is being dragged back by Big E. This is very different from other chess pieces that enter the retreat countdown after completing their mission. However, the price is that the Chaos Demon faction chess pieces require 'maintenance fees'."
"What?"
When the Hammer guys heard a word that they were familiar with but shouldn't appear here, they were all stunned.
"Maintenance costs. The ritual is not a perpetual motion machine. If left alone, it will collapse on its own. Therefore, we need to continuously invest in things to keep it running. Therefore, a portion of the points gained from destroying the enemy with Chaos Demon pieces will be coveted by Big E... No, they will be used to maintain the ritual so that the Chaos Demon Faction pieces can continue to appear in the world."
For some reason, the Hammer guys all heard a weird "gnashed-teeth flattery" in the Dark Lady's tone.
"So, what about in the Warp? Chaos Demon pawns must first use the Warp as a springboard, right?"
"In the Warp? That's up to you! But most places in the Warp are boring as hell. I just wandered around while waiting to be summoned!"
Having said this, the Dark Lady finally stopped her hand-drawing and uploaded a painting titled "Slaanesh War Gang Charging towards the Demon" to the Queen of Glory. Looking at this malicious name, the Hammer guys who were not very familiar with the Dark Lady suddenly had a deeper understanding of the bad temper of this new colleague.
"Okay, when I get back, I'll find parts according to this painting and make decorations to mount on my Rusalka - Big E! How many demons can this ritual support?"
Of course, the next second, the expressions of most of the Hammer guys became even more horrified.
"No, Lady Dark, you still want to play the devil chess piece?"
"Yeah, yeah - Big E, how many points do I need to expand the carrying limit of this ritual? Okay! Can I buy it on credit? No! You're stingy."
While the Dark Lady was happily bargaining with Big E, she also chatted with other Hammers.
"Wait, Dark Lady, your pile of demonic chess pieces only have so much points for Slaanesh faction. There's no need to increase the ritual carrying limit, right?"
Liang Feifan glanced at the demon chess pieces that the Dark Lady had placed in her projection preparation area, and after determining their types, he was puzzled. Then, he was met with the Dark Lady's wild laughter.
"Why only demons from the Slaanesh faction? Isn't that too boring?"
"what?"
"I, the Great Daemon of Slaanesh, Rusalka, will be wasted if I don't bring the Four Gods to let Erebus enjoy great pleasure! I will let Erebus be stabbed hard in the dendrobium by Big E's 'wow'! Then I will use Big E's Khorne, Nurgle, and Tzeentch demons to 'wow', 'wow', 'wow', 'wow', and then, I will copy billions of copies of these videos and circulate them forever in the Eye of Terror!"
The whole audience was silent. After a few seconds, Lizhi Zhang broke the silence.
"It's a good idea, but have you ever thought about it, Lady Dark?
No, Erebus is definitely not on your current planet, and your Chaos Daemons must be difficult to find a vehicle."
"what?"
